#drawing my characters being absolutely miserable and shaking my head the whole time so everyone knows im just as miserable

[wthicomic]

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[koshicoast]

A few shinkami headcannons because I love them more than anything

Shinsou has a growth spurt and practically towers over Denki by their second year (for all intents and purposes, Shinsou has always been in class 1A)

Denki grows a little bit but not that much, he’s not complaining though, he gets Shinsou to grab stuff on the top shelve for him or has him hang up posters in higher places in his room (the only downside is that he has to get on his tippy toes for kisses but usually Shinsou will just bend down like a good boyfriend)

They go on dates every Sunday, It’s their day and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing as long as it’s just the two of them

They could be studying or doing homework or exercising or anything really and they’ll call it a date

The rest of the class knows better than to try and contact either boy on Sunday

“Normies worship Jesus on Sunday but I worship Shinsou” - Denki, at one point in time

Shinsou loves playing with denki’s hair, he buys different kinds of hair clips just to put them in denki’s hair

he just likes how the colors pop out

He especially likes to see purple hair clips in denki’s hair

Tbh it doesn’t have to be hair clips, it could be a scrunchie or a rubber band or a headband; as long as it’s purple it does wonders to shinsou’s heart

Denki likes playing with shinsou’s hair too but more than that he likes seeing Shinsou in yellow clothing

Shinsou doesn’t wear bright colors a lot usually sticking with black or cool tone colors

But when he does wear yellow, Denki just gets all mushy no matter how small it is

It could be yellow earrings or socks or something and Denki will wear a love sick expression all day

Despite being in the hero course, Shinsou still gets incredibly insecure about his quirk and how some people only see him as a villain

Denki, without fail or hesitation, tells Shinsou what a great hero he’s gonna be, he talks about how Shinsou is gonna inspire a new wave of underground heroes and how he’s gonna be some kid’s Aizawa one day and how proud he is of him (The first time he said that, it makes Shinsou sob. It makes denki cry too bc he’s a sympathetic crier so they just lay in bed holding eachother)

He also tells Shinsou how no matter who’s the number one hero, Shinsou will always have first place in his heart. And that Shinsou is just as much as any other hero out there and even a little more because he’ll be underground

Denki just loves his boyfriend so much and whoever planted the idea that some quirks are just made for evil is going to get electrocuted >:(

Denki will also pepper Shinsou in kisses saying things like ‘you are so kind’ ‘you’re an amazing person’ ‘I love you so much’ ‘You’re my hero’ and just a bunch of stuff so by the end of their heart to heart Shinsou is feeling a lot better

Denki gets insecure about how ‘dumb’ he is and how he’ll probably just end up hurting civilians or himself before he hurts a villain

Shinsou hates how that’s how Denki views himself because Denki is one of the kindest people in the world and doesn’t even realize it like the first time Denki told him that insecurity, Shinsou looked at him and was like ‘are you..you’re serious? Denks, You’re one of the most clever people I know’

Whenever Denki mentions it, Shinsou he just squeezes the blonde and lets him cry out his frustrations before telling him that ‘he’s not an idiot or stupid and that it’s okay not to understand something as fast as others and that it’s okay to learn differently and it’s okay’ (Shinsou will always try not to cry but a few tears fall anyways bc he just wants denks to be happy without feeling like he’s a fuckup)

Shinsou never lets Denki call himself an idiot or stupid, even in a joking way.

They don’t fight a lot because of their personalities like

Denki is a people’s person and is really in tune with other’s emotions and by default is a pacifist unless otherwise

Shinsou isn’t a people’s person but he’s observant due to his quirk bc of how he’s been treated in the past, he’s also good at picking up on people’s body language

Most times it’s just small disagreements and even then they communicate the best they can and try to compromise

If that doesn’t work then they’ll give each other space so the disagreement won’t turn into something ugly

They’ve only fought once and it was the worst (and best) thing for them

The fight happened after a mock rescue mission goes wrong and there were weeks of stress and tension leading up to it

It was messy and bad like really bad

“I just don’t get why you have to run into danger!” Denki screamed. The whole dorm could probably hear them but he didn’t care, not when his boyfriend was looking at him like he just lost his mind.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Simple. Go in, defeat villains, rescue the ‘hostages’. It was not that simple.

*insert how badly the mission went and Shinsou ran towards the danger to help or smth idk*

It gets pretty rough between the two of them because they’re both pretty emotional people

Shinsou thinks denki doesn’t want him to be a hero and denki thinks Shinsou doesn’t want to be with him

It’s a lot of insecurities + stress + yelling

Denki is the first one to break, he’s a lot more emotionally sensitive than Toshi and everything is just crashing down and he hates it

“Do you just not want to be with me?!” He cries, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. He hates arguing with people, especially when that person happens to be his boyfriend. He gets it, he does! Toshi is training to become a hero and so is he but that doesn’t make it easier. Doesnt stop the shot of fear whenever he watches the other get hurt, doesn’t stop the late night self deprecation, doesn’t stop the anxiety he gets whenever he sees Toshi run head first into danger.

But he gets it and somehow it’s a bitter realization.

Because Hitoshi’s priority is the job they signed up for and Denki’s is Hitoshi.

The fight ends with tears on both their parts and they call it a night, too tired to scream anymore

They sleep in their own rooms that night

The next morning they agree to take a break, not a full break up, but some time away. Space away from each other to prioritize and think.

(Now ive seen fanfics where everyone picks denki over Shinsou and i hate that so fuck you, class 1A are both their friends and they’re all family and try and to help each other I will die with that statement)

Surprisingly the two most helpful people are Bakugou and Kirishima

(Actually not that surprising, they’re the longest couple in the whole class, dating immediately after Kamino)

Bakugou and denki have a heart to heart

“You’re both dumbasses” Katsuki sighs heavy, passing another tissue over to the sobbing blonde. He’s not good at these kinds of things, but Kirishima told him he could help the electric blonde more than he could so here he is. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just cry?” He asks, not without a hint of worry though. He pretends to ignore it.

So denki tells him everything and his insecurities

Oh. Yeah, Kirishima was right.

“You think I’m an idiot” Denki mutters quietly, harshly rubbing his eyes.

“No” The older blonde shakes his head, plopping down on the bed next to the other. He doesn’t turn to meet yellow eyes, his own trained on the All Might poster hanging directly across from them. He feels Pikachu’s curious gaze on him so he decides to elaborate more, knowing the sooner he helps the sooner he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. It’s totally not because he’s gotten soft. Absolutely not.

“Trust me, Zombie Eyes looks at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. It’s disgusting to watch.” He crinkles his nose in disgust earning a small laugh. “People like him and I, we gotta work twice as hard. Not saying that no one else does but it’s different.” He stresses the last word. “People like Ei or Deku or even you, people already see you as good so all you gotta do is get stronger. They don’t question your character, your morals, they don’t look down on you for having a weakness. People like Zombie Eyes and I though?we gotta work hard just to prove that we’re good. That we were meant to become heroes. Every action we do is put under a microscope and analyzed.” He explains.

“We’re assholes by default, It’s how we were raised. Not saying it as an excuse though. He was in the shitty system and I had shitty parents, no adult taught us shit like love or how to properly deal with feelings.”

Stupid Deku tried with him but he didn’t even know how to deal with his own much less some angry blond kid’s.

He takes a deep breath, pushing back faint memories of his childhood. The younger hasn’t said a word but he can tell he’s listening so it’s fine. “We can’t just turn off how we are. If it’s frustrating for you and Ei, It’s worse for us. Like we know logically that we’re good people, that we changed but that’s now how our brain sees it. We push ourselves because that’s all we know how to do, it proves to us and everyone else that we bled for our spot here. That we made it. Having friends is hard because we compare ourselves to them and draw our own conclusions to their actions. Being nice? Our brain says it’s a trap. Showing some human fucking decency? Our shitty brain says it’s an act. Being in a relationship? Laughable. We’re just villains pretending to play heroes to everyone else.”

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the poster, flashbacks to their first year briefly passing in his head. Okay yeah, not going down that route. He looks over, making eye contact. He wonders if this is how Kirishima feels whenever he’s trying to cheer him up. Wonders if it’s just as hard. This better be worth it, everyone has been miserable. (Shitty thing about having been through life and death situations together is that everyone has bonded and become close like a family so when one of them is sad it’s like everyone is fucking sad.) (He loathes it because even he gets worried.)

“But despite that he still loves you.” He says softly, almost whispering like he’s telling the other a secret. “Fights his demons to hold your hand and all that shit”

Shinsou loves him? Loves him?

“How do you.. how do you know?” Denki whispers, throat sore. “We fought so badly last night, we were screaming at eachother.”

“He treats you the same way I treat Ei.” He answers,

“He changed his priorities around to try and accommodate for another person in his life, you became more important than training or studying. He takes days off to be with you, cuts his studying short if you need a break. It might not seem much to others but for him that’s huge. He came in with this one track mind but then you came along and he scrambled to balance everything. And then you two got your shit together and started to go out and I’m pretty sure he got scared”

“Scared?” Denki asks, the thought almost funny to him.

“I did.” Bakugou admits as Denki’s eyes grow wide.

“I was petrified. When Ei started to become more important than hero work, I freaked. It’s not that loverboy is choosing being a hero over you, It’s because he doesn’t understand that he can have both. He thinks everything important is a choice- that if you want something you have to give something up. He chooses hero work and he loses you. He chooses you and he loses hero work.”

“But he’s not going to lose me or hero work”

“Kinda sounded like you did give him an ultimatum though”

The realization hits him like cold water.

Shinsou gets a similar talk with Kirishima

It helps, a lot

They don’t immediately go back to eachother, instead spending the week with their everyone else and just taking time for themselves

Shinsou knocks on Denki’s door Sunday morning and they finally talk things out

It’s also the first time they say ily!!

Anyways after that fight they work harder on communicating especially when it comes to things like hero work

It’s not perfect bc their dumb traumatized teens but they’re trying and they know their lil family will always be there

I haven’t slept but yes thanks for sticking around if you’re reading this

If ur interested in shinsou’s talk with Kirishima lmk

[peachysnzs]

genshin snz headcanons

i caved here are literally All my genshin snz headcanons cause im thinkin so hard rn

albedo

def sneezes in fits but tries to stifle whenever possible

uses his elbow most of the time, but sometimes when hes especially deep in a fit he ends up just sneezing desperately in the air

quiet and breathy

tries to make his sneezes as discrete as possible but the further in fits he gets, the more desperate his sneezes sound

every time he has a buildup to a sneeze, he kinda just shudders leadin up to it yknow

he always tries to be cautious and not get anyone sick when he is sick bless him

ok this fucker inhabits an ice mountain theres no way he doesnt get at least a *couple* colds

mona

sneezes in likes twos, threes

this is so unoriginal bcs hydro vision but like her sneezes are def at least a bit wet-sounding

uses tissues when avaliable, but if not she just kinda turns to the side

loud and high-pitched

she sneezes relatively suddenly and it takes her by surprise sometimes

tbh mona feels like somebody who’d have allergies and being all sniffly and miserable looking and still try to deny that shes allergic to anything and that youre stupid for thinking so. very tsundere.

speaking of sniffly her nose probably just constantly runs like a tap when shes sick

she wouldnt even try to keep her germs to herself and would be disgusted at sick ppl even if she was the one to get you sick

hu tao

literally almost never sneezes* but when she does its singles

uses her elbow and covers her mouth, ty hu tao for being a good snz role model

kinda low and naturally soft

long ass fucking buildups! her nose just kinda itches for a whole two minutes and her breath wavers before she sneezes quickly

so for the asterisk * i kinda lied, she sneezes up a storm only when sick, she has kinda a subpar immune systme so whenever shes sick she just is stuck with sneezng consistently through the whole day til shes dizzy

jean

also sneezes in singles, occasional doubles

alternates between using hankerchiefs if avaliable or just her elbow

i feel like jean is the type of person to like excuse herself right before succumbing to a fit

small sneezes, decently graceful

i feel like shed had a dust allergy honestly

jean literally will not take sick days even when she has awful colds, and while she tries not to get ppl sick she does a kinda awful job at it

amber

two to four usually

elbow once again, but sometimes when shes gliding she cant really use her arms so she just sneezes in the air

squeaky def, high pitched

she def has hayfever and one day opens her glider and its just covered in pollen

no build ups to her sneeze, just a sharp inhale and then the snz

eula

we already saw her snz so

either single sneezes or long ass fits, no inbetween

sneezes into her gloves, but when her sneezes start to get messy she switches to a hankerchief

breathy and feminine

cyro characters get colds cause i say so

no fr tho eula just miserable w a cold and just constantly having to duck foward and sneeze into her gloves

half of her cold is her denying shes sick even when she looks absolutely horrible and the other half is complaining about how miserable she feels and demanding people to do things for her

childe

doubles usually

he sneezes into the air or in his hands this fucker would never sneeze in his elbow

messy and desperate

long! ass! fucking! buildups! he tries to hide the hitching with his builds ups but hes not at all good at it

his sneezes get so much messier the sicker he is, until hes practically just dripping

dont be decieved by the way he hides being sick, he desperately craves being coddled whenever hes sick because of his home life

suprisingly good at caretaking

diluc

triples and quadruples i feel like

elbow primarily, but sometimes uses tissues

loud and rough

he tries so hard to hide his allergies but it never works because his sneezes are always so loud

fuck it give him all the allergies

his voice gets stuffy so quickly when even in like a five foot vicinity of flowers, and his nose itches so much to the point where it feels like hes just constantly building up to another sneeze

has probably sneezed on someones drink at least once while he had a cold

kaeya

almost only fits and he fucking hates it

he usually pinches his nose to stifle but if he cant manage he either quickly goes for the elbow or just ducks his head down and sneezes towards the floor

shaky and itchy-sounding if that makes sense

yknow that little gasp people do sometimes before sneezing i feel like hed do that

never takes sick days unless forced to by jean or diluc, and ends up shambling through his daily tasks shaky and feverish and sneezy

he tries to stifle but it really does not work

rosaria

singles, and if u catch her sneezing she’ll probably make you swear to silence

literally just in the elbow

honestly i feel like shed sneeze like a kitten, or just really high and femme

she sees being sick/allergic as a sign of weakness so fights sneezing very hard. like u can see the visible effort she makes pinching her nose and shit after her breath hitches even once

also one of those dumbasses that stifle way too much and doesnt take sickdays

ningguang

doubles unless shes allergic, then its fits

she has a fancy ass lace hankerchief she carries w her speficially for snzs to look ‘proper’

she forces her sneezes to be elegant, sneezing naturally is loud tho

small buildups but v audible breaths building up to a sneeze

she has a good immune system but when she does get sick she gets it bad and tries to cover up her flushed face and red nose with makeup

without people around her she just lets herself be miserable while sneezes, lettting out small little “..guh...” after a particularly bad fit

beidou

doubles or triples

beidou would also like never use her elbow, shed sneeze in her fist even if the sneeze is messy as hell

loud and proud of it

look all im saying is beidou is a walking health hazard whenever sick, she doesnt try at all to keep colds to herself and can and wil sneeze into her hand only to shake yours seconds later 

no buildups, just sudden sneezes that scare the shit out of people tho

very very fucking messy

half the time does not care if shes sick, she doesnt really feel like she needs to take sick days because she doesnt feel that bad and stuff like that

lisa

singles and occasional doubles

she keeps tissues on her and uses them relatively often

delicate and proper

the idea of lisa having a dust allergy is just everything to me, like she blows off dust from a book and ends up stuck for a few minutes with her nostrils flaring until she finally sneezes desperately into a tissue

rarely gets sick, but when she does milks the hell out of it to be as lazy as possible. like “oh im feeling so awful rn, maybe a kiss will make me feel better?~”

venti

fits fits fits

hands or elbows, really depends on how hard the sneeze hits him

decently loud and a bit high pitched

look venti is an anemo god all im saying is when he sneezes the wind picks up, and when he has fits its enough to push you over

to remedy this he just avoids everyone when sick and avoids cats with a a passion

buildups are very breathy and desperate

his nose runs so much near cats and he makes a godddamn mess of himself the longer hes around them

cats absolutely love him regardless

xiao

he gets fits only bcs i say so

literally either just the air or his hands because nobody ever taught him that he should like cover his mouth properly when sneezing

quiet but messy

the idea of xiao w just torturuous buildups does something for me. he’ll be stuck there w his breath hitching and hazy eyes for like a whole minute before he finally just ducks into his hand and makes a mess of himself

he does not understand being sick and absolutely hates it when he does get sick, 100% tries to power through it and ends up a fucking mess by the end of the day

his sneezes get stuck so often

his nose gets so fucking flushed and twitchy after a while of sneezing

ganyu

doubles or triples

sneezes in her elbow most of the time

soft and low

when she gets sick she gets so sleepy, her sneezes just kinda draw all the energy outta her and she usually ends up taking a nap

shes allergic to dogs too bcs why not

she doesnt want to bother people when sick or get them sick too so she usually takes copious sickdays until shes absolutely certain that she cant get anyone sick

zhongli

triples literally always for some reason

either into his fist or into a hankerchief

low and masculine, a bit loud

doing the same god shtick with him, the floor tends to shake whenever he gets particularly sneezy and stuff on cupboards can and will fall over when in the vicinity

no buildups really, hell just be in the middle of talking and then he blinks a bit and then sneezes roughly

he doesnt really take sick days but he doesnt really deny hes sick either, just kinda tries to get through the day despite feeling awful

[emilyelizabethfowl]

Step By Step, Together

This is my response to @merrymissmeow beautiful challenger piece!

Both pieces were made for the @uravitybang organized by the incredible @clairelutra!

Available on AO3

Length: 1481 words; Pairing: Uraraka Ochaco/Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki; Other characters: All Might;

They decided on standard wedding march for their walk up to the altar, and a simple dance for the opening of the reception.

Its simpleness did nothing to change the fact that they were attempting to rehearse it for a full week now.

“Deku!” Uraraka giggled, “Stop stepping on my toes!”

Attempting being the key word.

“Sorry!” Deku blushed in response, taking a small step back, which resulted in nothing but him tripping and falling down.

Instead of jumping right back on his feet, like he did the last seven times it happened (counting only the instances that happened during the past hour), he decided to remain laying down instead.

A loud groan escaped him as his head thumped repeatedly on the ground.

“I don’t think it even qualifies as two left feet at this point.” He moaned miserably from his horizontal position.

Kacchan tsked in response, but said nothing as he slowly sipped his drink. All Might snored softly, his head lolling to the side as his gangly body swayed slowly on the seat next to the door.

Both Uraraka and Deku promptly ignored both pieces of the non-constructive criticism.

“I don’t understand,” Ochaco sighed, walking up to the table with snacks and refreshments. “I dance well with Kacchan, you dance well with Kacchan, why can’t we dance well together?”

She sat down next to Kacchan, whose only answer to her question was a shrug. Deku was talking enough for all of them, muttering under his breath.

It was quite impressive, considering everything he said could be boiled down to “I have no idea”.

“Actually, I think I may have an idea.” Kacchan announced after a while, his face mixed between slight surprise, heavy dose of realization and a bunch of “I can’t believe I haven’t thought about it before!” as a filler. “Dance with me, Round Face!”

He quite literally launched himself upwards, one hand outstretched towards Uraraka. She might have not had any idea what was going on, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to let an opportunity to dance with Kacchan slide.

Their dance routine wasn’t anything elaborate - just the most common wedding dance ever, the only difference being that they danced it thrice, every time in different combination.

With all the excitement of their pro-hero lives, both the good one and the bad one, they didn’t really feel up to anything but the most mundane wedding in the existence.

After all, every extravagant bit heightened the possibility of a villain attack. Their real names might have been hidden from public (as much as they could be after taking up “Deku”, “Kacchan” and “Uravity” as their hero names) but the press was very intent on thorough coverage, however hard they may try to prevent it.

Everything out of ordinary was a risk and possible weak-point just waiting to be exploited by some over-eager villains, hot for revenge or just a simple attack.

Heroes weren’t really popular in the underground, much less the most powerful and influential trio of the entire century.

With a breathless giggle Uraraka turned for the last time and finished the dance with a shallow bow, mirrored by Kacchan.

The boy immediately turned to Izuku.

“C’mon nerd, now you dance with me.”

Not waiting for a response, he grabbed Deku’s hand and yanked him upwards, pulling him close, while Ochaco reset the music.

Izuku giggled nervously, even though his body relaxed into the embrace.

The moves were familiar by now. Rehearsing the same routine time and time again made every one of their steps fluent and confident.

Twirl after twirl the dance slowly came to an end with the last turn and giggling Izuku. Ochaco was right beside them, a couple of drinks at hand.

Her dress might’ve been short, but it was still absolutely alluring at every given moment, the material sparkling as if it was soaked in glitter. During the twirls, no one could take her eyes off her.

The light reflected off the dress and shot beams on the walls and ceiling, just like the sun reflected off the water surface of a pond in the summertime, mesmerizing everyone with its graceful movements.

While Izuku’s and Katsuki’s attires weren’t as exquisite, being standard suits, just without the jackets, they were still elegant. The color coordinated vests, dark green and pale orange respectively, only added to the magnificent effect.

“Can you see what’s wrong, now?” Kacchan asked after soothing his parched throat.

Two identical looks of utter confusion answered him.

“I think I can see the problem,” All Might called out from his post near the door.

Kacchan glanced over his arm.

“Figured you would wake up to mentor us.”

Toshinori fixed the lapels of his suit anxiously. For once the piece was actually fitting him, instead of hanging off of his frame like an over-bright attempt on a scarecrow.

The fitting attire did nothing to alleviate the anxiety evoked by Kacchan’s scathing remarks.

“You do?” Izuku perked up, staring at All Might with his usual stars-filled gaze.

“What’s the matter, then?” Ochaco asked, “I can’t see anything wrong!”

The two of them managed to restore Toshinori’s confidence, prompting him to turn on his Mentor Voice.

“That’s because there isn’t anything wrong!” He boomed jovially. “It’s just a matter of… Well, versatility!”

This time there were three blank stares.

“If I hadn’t known what the problem was already,” Kacchan was the first to break the silence,”I wouldn’t have fucking understood what you just say. Hell, I still don’t!”

“May I get that rephrased, please?” Midoriya added timidly, while Uraraka nodded in agreement.

All Might wrenched his hands anxiously.

“It’s just,” he started, “When the both of you dance with Young Bakugo, he automatically leads. So when you dance with each other, you both try to relinquish the lead…”

A loud “oh” in stereo reverberated through the room.

Midoriya exchanged glances with Uraraka, after which they both looked at Bakugo.

With a coordinated nod they settled on a decision.

“Occhan’s going to lead.” Izuku announced for the sake of All Might, who was the only one unable to understand their sophisticated one-look communication system.

They settled in the starting position once more, now perfectly aware of their role in the dance. With a slight shake of her head, Ochaco gathered herself and grasped Izuku’s hand. Kacchan motioned at Toshinori to start up the music again.

This time, their routine was flawless.

“Let’s finish the walk-up to the altar details, then!” All Might announced with an excited clap of his hands as the music died.

“Finish it?” Ochaco asked confused, still clutching Izuku’s hand. “But didn’t we already settle it?”

“We decided we’ll all walk up from different directions,” Deku confirmed, getting his notebook out of thin air. “What else is there to discuss?”

“I mean, we haven’t settled who comes from where,” Kacchan said, handing drinks to both of his betrothed. “There’s like, six possibilities.”

Deku immediately produced a pen and started scribbling on a free page.

“Chill,” Bakugo plucked the pen out of his hand. “We might as well draw the straws, for all it’s worth.”

“That’s,” Uraraka started, “Actually a pretty good idea. But do we have any straws?”

“No… But we do have salty sticks!” Midoriya added excitedly.

All Might grabbed three sticks from the cup, breaking two of them in random places and aligned them in his fist.

“Shortest means left, longest means right. Ladies first!” He said, offering his fist to Uraraka.

She giggled, plucking a random stick out of his hand.

Toshinori offered the sticks to Midoriya, and Bakugo got the last one.

“Ha! Whole one!” He called.

“I think I got the shortest one,” Deku informed with a grin.

Uraraka compared their pieces.

“Yeah, I have the middle one!”

Toshinori clapped his hands together, shaking off the residue salt.

“Let us rehearse it, then!” He said, moving to the front of the room. The triad dutifully scattered in three directions.

Uraraka, as the one closest to the recorder, started the music, enjoying finally being able to hear a different tune.

They solemnly walked up to All Might, enjoying the faux-ceremony.

At the second the music stopped, they gathered in front of Toshinori, wide grins breaking out on their faces.

“Technically, we could elope like this,” Izuku mused.

“Deku!” Ochaco swatted his arm lightly. “Not after all the effort we put into planning the wedding!”

“I’m not doing the fitting again!” Bakugo declared angrily, a shower or sparks escaping his fists.

“Oh, we wouldn’t put you through this again!” Midoriya assured him. “We love you way too much for that!”

“Well, I fucking love both of you too,” Kacchan had a frown on his face, but everyone could tell he was keeping it in place by sheer power of spite only.

“And I love the two of you as well,” Uraraka finished, hugging them both.

[lizzzybooo]

Your Mess Is Mine

Summary: “I know what you’re thinking,” he said with a serious tone, catching Dan off guard.

“Do you?” honestly, it wasn’t that hard to guess.

“Yes. You’re thinking that this hat totally clashes with everything else I’m wearing, and you’re not wrong.” He was looking at Dan with round, shiny eyes. Dan blinked at him a few times, dumbstruck.

——————————— A university!au where Dan is a third year student dealing with demons from his past, and Phil is the peculiar guy from his Greek mythology class who he just can’t quite get out of his mind.

warnings: mention of suicide (not discussed in detail), Minor Character Death

read on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12640926/chapters/30781575

chapter 8

words for this chapter : 3300

read last chapter here

start at the beginning

Dan got on a train to his hometown on December 23, after his mum called three times to ask him to come home already.

He knew he was being unfair to her, to his entire family actually, and really, it wasn’t their fault he wasn’t too eager to come home. Well, not entirely at least.

Coming home was always accompanied by memories and uneasiness for him, he could never really escape it.

He didn’t really keep in touch with his childhood friends. Even though they always made sure to invite him to hang out and catch up, he mostly refused. He didn’t like the looks. Didn’t like the sympathetic “how are you”s and “how have you been?”s.

Besides, they never really liked him. Not really, at least, not him. He and Oliver were a unit in their eyes, one person. In what one was lacking the other one was compensating for. They couldn’t separate his hobbies and interests from Oliver’s, couldn’t separate their stories and memories. And honestly, sometimes neither could Dan, which made the whole thing a lot harder for him to handle.

When Oliver died, more than anything, Dan felt lost. He didn’t know who he was without this person next to him, didn’t know what he liked and what he wanted to do. And he hated it. Hated realizing all of a sudden that he had nothing of his own, not one thing he liked or wanted or had that wasn’t associated with another person.

But at the same time, Oliver had this whole world inside of him that Dan never knew about, not until it was too late.

It was a petty thought. He knew that. Knew that there was nothing beautiful or romantic or enviable in whatever Oliver was going through. He didn’t want that for himself. Really, he didn’t. And still, there was this annoying little part of his brain that was whispering to him in a quiet voice, saying ‘Oliver was his own person, while you were just a part of him’.

And he worked hard, harder than on anything else in his life, to let that feeling go (at least a little bit). He moved out of his childhood home that was associated with Oliver more than with his own family. He searched for things he liked, even if they were insignificant, even if they were just some video games he and Oliver never played or some books he never thought to read.

He tried to open himself up to new people (even if it didn’t work out all the time) and he tried to be happy, as best as he could.

But every time he went back home, every time he saw his old friends or glanced at Oliver’s house next door, he could feel the doubt growing in his stomach. He could feel himself getting confused and lost and like he was losing a bit of himself, because no one in that town really knew him anymore. Not the person he had become. Not without Oliver.

But he wasn’t really given much of a choice. He couldn’t refuse to see his parents, couldn’t refuse to come home. And logically, he knew he didn’t really want to. He loved his family. They were never the closest, and there were things he did hold against them (even though he tried very hard not to), but he did want to see them. At least sometimes. At least on Christmas.

And also, maybe, for the first time since Oliver died, he thought that he might be able to handle all of it.

********************************

His dad picked him up from the train station, giving him a firm hand shake before thinking about it a second more and pulling him in for an awkward hug.

The drive home was mostly silent for the first 5 minutes, except for the radio playing softly in the background. His dad was never able to drive without some kind of background noise, even though he cared very little about music.

“So, how’s your studies going?” his dad asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

If Dan got his awkward nature and silent tendencies from someone in his family, it was surely his dad.

“Good, I think,” Dan answered, “Got a good grade on my last paper so that’s… good.”

One of the things Dan struggled with while being at home was how much he actually owed his parents.

His parents were paying for his life, his dorms, his studies, everything they could. They were never really rich, but when Dan had his gap year his parents were, understandably, concerned.

He was lost, and confused, and didn’t really see himself doing anything with his life. And even thought his parents never were the too involved, too invested type of parents, even they couldn’t turn a blind eye to his state of despair.

So they offered to pay, to make it so there was one less thing he needed to deal with to leave his home and start his life.

And he was grateful, he was, truly. Without their help he might have never made that leap. But it made him feel like he owed them so much, like they had a claim over his life and studies and decisions.

And even though money never came up, and they never said anything about it, Dan couldn’t shake that feeling. The feeling that their questions about university deserved a positive, optimistic answer. The feeling that he had to do fine, because it wasn’t his own money he was wasting. The feeling that even though he was a 21 year old adult, living away from home for the last 2 and a half years, he was still very far from being independent.

But even with all the uneasiness, he was still too comfortable, too lazy even, to do something to change that situation. So he accepted it, for now, swallowing the uneasy feeling he got from his father’s absolutely reasonable question.

His dad parked the car in their driveway after about 15 minutes of driving, both of them getting out of the car and heading inside the house.

The house wasn’t really big, and wasn’t too tidy, and even though it brought with it a lot of painful memories, it was also home.

His mum came to greet them the moment they walked inside, engulfing Dan in a short, but tight hug.

“How are you sweetie?” she asked after pulling away, looking him up and down in a way that made him want to cover himself.

“Good, good. And you guys?”

“We’re good, although we missed you,” she answered, cupping his face lightly in her hands for a second, before letting her hand drop.

He smiled at her, taking his shoes and coat off, walking to the lounge with both his parents by his side.

“Where’s Adrian?” he asked, looking for a sign of his little brother.

“He’s at his girlfriend’s house, Emily. Sweet girl,” his mum answered before sitting down on the couch, gesturing for Dan to join her, his dad taking a sit on the armchair across from them.

Dan felt a pang of guilt on his chest. He didn’t even know his baby brother got himself a girlfriend.

“That’s… good for him,” Dan said awkwardly.

His mum ignored his comment, reaching out instead and taking his hand in hers, rubbing her small fingers over his knuckles.

“It’s so good to see you Daniel. You look good. You look… better.” her voice was soft and his dad was smiling at him as well and Dan could feel his chest tighten.

“I… yeah. I guess I am,” he smiled beck at them, squeezing her hand.

*******************

They were all at the dinner table when Phil sent him a text. Adrian came back about half an hour before, groaning loudly when Dan forced him into an awkward hug and disappeared again into his bedroom until his dad called him down to eat.

They were having a pleasant time, and Dan had to admit he missed it. Missed his family.

His dad was telling a work story and everyone were chewing happily and Dan decided he would allow himself to check his phone, just to see what Phil wanted.

From: Phil How is your day going? Still hanging out with your family? I missed you :(

Dan couldn’t stop his smile looking at Phil’s words.

They saw each other just the night before. Spent hours together watching movies and playing games and kissing and Phil clung to him the whole time, explaining it was his last chance before Dan abandons him for 5 very long, unbearable days.

Dan couldn’t say he mined feeling that appreciated.

To: Phil I miss you too xx We’re eating dinner now. I’ll call you later okay?

Phil’s reply was scarily quick.

From: Phil Do you really miss me?

Dan rolled his eyes.

To: Phil I do

From: Phil Good <33 Call me when you can But don’t cut family time short for me or anything! I have nothing to do today so I’ll be free when you are :3

To: Phil Noted <3

He put the phone back in his pocket, looking back at his family and picking up his fork again. His mum was already looking at him though, an unreadable look on her face.

“You’re very smiley all of a sudden,” she said, drawing the attention of everyone else around the table to him as well, making his cheeks heat up. “Someone special sent you a text?”

The thing was, even though they never really talked about it, Dan was pretty sure his parents knew about him and Oliver being more than just friends (as it was more than obvious to everyone).

So even though he never really came out to them, he knew it was more than likely they figured out a long time ago that he wasn’t straight, at least not entirely. And by the way Adrian used to tease him about Oliver, he probably wasn’t entirely oblivious as well.

So really, Dan didn’t feel the need to hide that from them at that moment.

And besides, Dan kind of wanted to share his happiness with them. Share Phil with them.

He was miserable for the last year living in that house. And after that, even though things got better, he still wasn’t really happy.

And for the first time in so long, he thought he might be just that. Happy. Or at least, he was heading in the right direction. And there was no reason to hide that.

“Yeah, I guess,” Dan answered, giving her a smile.

It looked like she was surprised by his direct answer. Like she expected him to lie or to get annoyed with her for asking. He felt slightly proud of himself for proving her view on him wrong.

“Oh, that’s great! What’s… their name?” she asked. And really, she was trying, and that’s all Dan could ask for.

“His name is Phil, he’s in my Greek Mythology class.” He answered nonchalantly, ignoring the way his heart was speeding in his chest at the prospect of having this conversation.

His brother and father stayed silent, letting his mum handle the talking. “That’s great honey, you should bring him back to ours next time,” she said.

Dan couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed, which surprised him. He wanted her to ask more questions, so he could brag some more. So he could tell her what a great guy Phil was.

But his family was never really like that. And even though they cared, they always gave space and never asked too much. It was mostly a good thing, although sometimes it did make him feel like they weren’t really interested in knowing.

“I will,” he said, giving her a tight smile. He couldn’t imagine Phil fitting in with his quiet, reserved family, but honestly Phil was so endearing and charming in his eyes, he probably could win over anyone. (He knew he was probably a bit bias, but still).

They kept eating for a few more minutes before his mum spoke again.

“Oh, by the way, I saw Sarah Andrews the other day. She asked if you’re coming home for Christmas.” Dan could hear the tension in her voice even thought she was trying to hide it.

Sarah was Oliver’s mother.

Dan was never too close with Oliver’s parents. Mainly because both he and Oliver were young throughout their entire relationship, so they never put too much effort into the family side of things. But he did hang out in his house all the time, staying the night and eating dinner with Oliver’s family and watching a movie in the lounge with Oliver’s sister while Oliver’s mum was a few steps away in the kitchen. So even though their relationship was never really a deep one, they were hardly strangers.

He visited them a few times, after Oliver died. It was weird for him not being able to just walk inside their house whenever he wanted, just say “hello” and head upstairs to Oliver’s room. There was no justification for that anymore though, nothing was waiting for him in that room.

It was hard on him and hard on them when he came over and there was never really anything to say to make his visit worthwhile, so eventually, he stopped visiting.

“Yeah?” he said, trying to sound calm as well.

“Yes. I think… I don’t know Daniel it might be a nice idea for you to pay her a visit.”

His dad and brother were pointedly looking away from him, staying quiet and avoiding eye contact. And really, the last thing Dan wanted was to have that conversation around the dinner table.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to make the atmosphere go back to how it was at the beginning of the evening. Relaxed and easygoing.

“Did I tell you what my art teacher told us today?” Adrian asked suddenly, clearly trying to help the situation.

“No, what did he say?” His dad asked, still sounding a little tense, but trying as well.

Adrian starting talking then, telling an absolutely unnecessary story about something that happened in his art class.

And Dan was grateful, and maybe a little bit touched. And even though his brother ignored the smile Dan sent his way with gratitude, he was still feeling quite fond.

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That night Dan called Phil at 11 PM, after watching a movie with his family. It wasn’t something they did quite often when he was younger. But now, when he was living so far away, he couldn’t help but feel like it was something nostalgic, something he associated with his childhood.

Phil answered after 3 rings, voice warm and excited.

“Hey you,” he said, and Dan could imagine him sitting on the couch in his lounge in front of the TV, or maybe lying down on his bed, smiling with his tongue out.

“Hello,” Dan said, and his voice was quite warm and excited as well.

“How was your day?” Phil asked, and Dan decided he was probably lying in his bed by the way his voice became a little muffled, like he was half pressed into a pillow.

“Good, actually. Tiring, but good.”

“Mhm, I’m glad.”

“How was yours?” Dan was lying in his bed as well, staring at the ceiling.

“Uneventful. Was all alone in the house, lonely, missing you,” Phil said with a sigh, making Dan chuckle.

“Were you now?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’m sorry for leaving you all alone and lonely. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“5 days is such a long time!” Phil exclaimed, and if it was anyone else, Dan would probably assume they were taking a piss. It wasn’t though, it was Phil. And he was just sweet like that.

“I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

Phil was quiet for a few seconds.

“Cuddle me.” He said eventually with a demanding voice.

“I will, the second I’ll come back I’ll cuddle the hell out of you.” Dan said, feeling the familiar warmth spreading in his chest.

“Not when you come back, cuddle me right now!”

Dan blinked at the ceiling in confusion. “Phil, this is like, literally the one thing I can’t do.”

“Yes you can. We can have phone cuddles,” Phil said, and his voice was a little quieter, a little shyer.

“Phone cuddles?”

“Yes.”

“Like… phone sex?”

“Yes, but less genitalia and more hugs.”

Dan could feel the warmth from his chest spreading to his face.

“I’m… not sure how to do that?”

Phil huffed in annoyance. “Just, describe to me what you would do if I was there. Here, I’ll start. I’m lying next to you in bed, and we're all cosy and warm under the covers. Are you under the covers?”

Dan shuffled a bit to get himself under the covers. “I am now.”

“Good. So we’re under the covers and we’re holding hands. And then I turn to my side and sneak my other hand up your body and put it on your chest, because you’re warm and I like to feel you’re heartbeat, it calms me down.”

Dan was definitely warm at that moment, flushed all over and having some trouble relaxing his breathing. Even though it was all innocent, quite silly even, there was something almost sensual about Phil’s voice, and Dan found it hard not to get excited.

“But I want you closer so I press myself to you, almost on top of you. I put my leg over yours, so we can be closer. And I put my head on your chest, and I’m rubbing my cheek a little on the fabric of your T shirt because that always makes you laugh. And I put my hand on your waist, just a little under your shirt because I like to feel your skin, it’s all… soft and warm and lovely.”

Dan was not sure if he was more embarrassed, turned on or giddy by Phil’s words. God he wished he could actually be with him at that moment. Actually hug him and kiss him and feel him.

“Cuddle me too,” Phil said quietly after a few moment of silence between them, making Dan blush even more.

“Um… sorry, yeah. So, I’m… putting one arm around your shoulder, so I can pull you closer to me, holding you there. And… I let my other hand trail on your arm, connecting the dots between your freckles.”

Phil giggled. “That’s what you’re doing when you do that?”

“Yeah, sometimes, I guess.”

“Keep going, what else?”

“Um, okay. So I’m doing that for a while, and then I’m moving my hand up to your face, and I’m tracing your nose and lips and eyebrows with my fingers, because I love the way your face always relaxes when I do that.”

“It does?”

“Yes. And then I move my hand to your hair, and I start to scratch your scalp with my fingernails, because you absolutely melt when I do that.”

“Mhm, I do, I love that so much. I cling to you harder and push my head more into your hands so you won’t stop.”

Dan chucked, the sound a little breathless. There was no way Phil didn’t say it like that on purpose. There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing to Dan. “You’re like a cat.”

“Meow.” Sometimes, Dan just couldn’t believe Phil was real.

“And then what?” Dan asked quietly.

“And then… we fall asleep together, because we’re so warm and comfortable and we don’t want to move from each other, ever. Right?”

Dan could feel his breath catching a little in his throat.

“Right.”

Notes:

i’m so sorry for the long wait guys!! i have exams and you know how it is…. hope to go back to a more consistent update schedule soon!

anyway, hope you liked this chapter ! please let me know your thoughts :)

[ofnifflersandkings]

Media Naranja

media naranja (n.) one’s better half; a partner, a spouse, or a soulmate; lit. “half of an orange”

Everything about life certifiably sucked ass, at least in Connor Murphy’s opinion.

His family never understood him, his social standing at school was beyond pitiful, and his love life, laughable.

You’d think as someone who was about to be a senior would have more to say for himself rather than a nobody who didn’t have a single friend and spent most of his time in a bitter state of self-hatred to make up for his lack of control over himself.

Not mention almost everyone thought he was absolutely insane, and sure he’ll admit he as a bit of a temper.

And sure maybe he could try a little harder to be nicer to everyone around him.

But that’s not the point here.

No, No, as far as Connor Murphy was concerned he didn’t care about a single thing that was happening in his life. He was simply a passenger on a ride he couldn’t seem to get off of.

As far as his family was concerned though, he was just some misfit who spent majority of his time getting high in the back of the woods and spent far too much of his time alone.

“I’m sure if you tried, you’d make lots of friends, sweetie.” His mother said to him one morning at the breakfast table as she refilled her coffee mug.

Connor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “I’ll make friends when I make them, stop worrying about it.”

Zoe pushed her cereal around her bowl. “Nobody wants to be friends with someone who’s so pessimistic all the time.”

“Nobody asked you, smartass.” Connor said sharply, before pushing himself away from the table and getting up to leave.

“Where are you going?” His mom asked quickly as she side-scolded her daughter.

“Out.”

“Well when will you be home?”

“Don’t know, when I feel like it.” He answered, shoving on his coat.

“Connor!” His mother called, but it fell upon deaf ears as the front door slammed shut.

•

There were only a few places Connor took solace in, and it was usually on the outskirts of town where nobody else went to, more often then not they were secluded areas or abandoned lots where he was absolutely certain no one would be.

Today was no different, he was playing music loudly through his headphones as he walked the usual path to one of his favorite hideaways.

It was close to where he lived, but beyond the nice houses and lavish gardens was an scenic spot of land. What was once a small graveyard was turned into an open sitting area tucked away in a small grove of trees. The only evidence that it was there was a simple walking path that went along the back end.

The summer was coming to a close, the trees were stripped of their green hue and replaced with shades of crimson and gold. And sitting in the center of it all was a tall bronze water fountain with a statue of an angel purched at the top, one of it’s hands held outward as it reached for the sky.

Connor wasn’t a religious kind of person, but looking at it always gave him an odd sense of serenity and it helped him think. The quiet also did wonders to help with all the thoughts zooming around his head.

He made the usual turn, expecting to be greeted with the usual empty sitting area, with the only the rustling of the leaves to keep him company.

So imagine his surprise when instead, he sees you sitting at one of the wooden benches facing away from him, with what looked like a stack of books sitting beside you.

Connor pulled a face, wondering who the hell managed to find his secret hideaway. Maybe his sister found out where he went and decided to have one of her friends torment him.

He yanked his headphones out of his ears and shoved them in his coat pocket as he went around to the other side of the fountain, trying to get a better look at you. But your face was burried in the thick book you were reading so he couldn’t make out any of your features.

Deciding there was no other option, he stomped off the path, walking through the grass and making his way over to you.

He stopped a couple feet away, somewhat surprised the obnoxiously loud sound his boots made against the stone wasn’t enough to draw your attention.

“Hey!” Connor said, trying his hardest to look as pissed as possible, folding his arms tightly.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even move.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” He said louder, moving closer.

He was silent for a few seconds, debating if he should go as far as to snatch the book out of your hands and make you listen to him.

Just then, your eyes flickered up to his and then down again, but noticing someone before you, you raised your head, trying to decipher if you recognized him.

“Listen dumbass, what are you-” Connor cut himself off whenever he got a full look at you.

You were pretty.

Like really pretty.

Like ‘hot damn where have you been all my life’ pretty.

Connor just stared for a minute, honestly taken back a little. He even felt his face get warm.

You took out your headphones and turned to him. “I’m sorry were you saying something?”

Oh wow, your voice was nice too.

But nevermind that, remembering that he was supposed to be angry he scoffed. “Oh, so she does speak.”

You blinked languidly, wondering how you got in this situation. “I’m sorry?”

“Did my sister put you up to this?” Connor asked, slowly but surely getting more angry by the minute. “That’s what’s happening here, my darling little sister had you come up and invade my space just to piss me off, didn’t she.”

Now you were annoyed too. “Excuse me?” You asked, setting your book aside. “Invading your space, if i remember, you were the one who interrupted me.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Connor asked as he tried to keep his temper in check.

“I was sitting here reading by myself, I wasn’t interrupting anyone,” You said as you made a show of opening your book again. “Besides, even if I did have the misfortune of knowing your sister, I certainly wouldn’t take the time to bother someone as miserable as you.”

That was it.

Connor was practically spitting steam out of his ears.

“Yeah? Well I certainly shouldn’t be wasting my time talking to a bitch like you, but hear I am!” He was raising his voice now, the birds that had gathered around the fountain all flew away.

You were looking wide-eyed at him now, a bit surprised by the sudden increase in his volume.

“Huh, you suddenly have a lot less to say now, don’t you!”

“Why are you so angry?!” You yelled back as you stood from the bench, beginning to grow tired of his unwarranted attitude.

That was what snapped him out of it.

Connor’s face fell and he looked at you curiously. “What?” He asked, now becoming quiet.

“Why are you so angry! It’s not like I did anything to you. You don’t even know who I am and you’re going off on me!”

Why are you so angry?

It was a question Connor asked himself all the time, a question his sister once cried at him while he was in the midst of one of his fits of rage.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said, grasping onto the shoulder strap of his bag tightly with his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Now was your turn to be quiet, was this guy bipolar or something?

Still, there was something about the look on his face that made you forget about being angry.

“Well,” You started before shoving your hands into the pockets of your cardigan. “Thank you for apologizing.”

Connor’s hand went to the back of his neck, scratching his head as he flushed in embarrassment.

It was quiet, Connor almost forgot you were there for a moment until your voice brought back into the moment.

“What’s your name?”

Connor frowned. “Why do you wanna know?”

You quickly held your hands up. “Nothing, I just wanna introduce myself to you.”

“Fine, you can go first then.”

You gave him a look before shaking your head. “(Y/n). My name’s (Y/n).”

He nodded, taking note to remember that you weren’t one of Zoe’s freinds. “Um, well mine’s Connor Murphy.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Connor Murphy.” You said, now standing in front of him as you hold out your hand.

He looked at it for a moment, giving it a look.

“You shake it.”

“I know what a handshake is.” He said sternly before yanking your hand and shaking it.

You quickly took your hand back, laughing a little as you rubbed your wrist. “Then maybe next time you won’t have to pull so hard.”

Connor looked scandalized for a moment. “What d'you mean next time, are we meeting again?”

You noticed his expression and quickly reverted. “Well I mean if you don’t wanna meet me again, I can find somewhere else to read and-”

“No!” Connor said, much too loud and too urgently for his liking.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “I mean I don’t really care if you come back or not,” He said trying his hardest not to look at your face. “I’m just saying it might be nice to have someone who doesn’t totally annoy me hanging around.”

You nodded, deciding it was his special, long winded way of telling you you could hang around him here.

“Well okay then.” You told him, glad the tense atmosphere had disappeared.

“Do you come here often?” Connor asked before his brain stopped him. “Uh…no, i didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did,” He said, his eyes locking with yours as his mouth hung open while he tried to cover for himself. “You know what, nevermind.”

“Yes,” You answered, “I come here a couple times a week if I’m not busy.”

“Cool, cool,” Connor said as he kicked the ground, arms now limp. “So…I’ll see you around then?”

You nodded. “See you around, Connor Murphy.”

His mouth flickered up in the slightest hint of a smile before he turned around on his heel to walk away from you. When he reached the beginning of the tree grove he turned around, wanting to see if you were still there.

Then he realized he just awkwardly made eye-contact with you again before quickly turning around and zooming away to his house.

•

A/n: aaaAAAAA i did it, i wrote for DEH and i was internally crying the whole time. I actually really love Connor’s character so writing this was super fun, but I’m still new to the musical so i’m sorry for any character inconsistencies.

I’m halfway through a bootleg of the thing but from what I’ve seen Connor is the sort of character who’s real insecure and actually a decent person, but when he’s angry it just all goes out the window. (lots of prince adam vibes, eh?)

Part 2: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163078186407/media-naranja-ii