#had a great time though. was frustrating in a fun way (as wings tend to be <3) and i like how it ended up

[raffi-cat]

showstopper cute guy ✨

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

The hyperfixation demons are screeching at me to write a comprehensive list of all the reasons I like Fukutora, so today I present to you "Ant ignores their responsibilites and spends several paragraphs explaining why Fukutora is peak despite them having roughly 10 seconds of shared screen time"

1. Contrasting Personalities In general their personalities fit together really well— Fukunaga barely speaks while Tora exclusively shouts at max volume and can't stfu to save his life, Tora's overly-intense and takes everything way too seriously while Fukunaga's cracking jokes in the middle of important games, they're even literal opposites on the court as the two wing spikers. Their differences compliment each other perfectly and because of that I think they'd grow a lot being together, Fukunaga would learn to open up and Tora would mellow out. Another good contrast is how Tora's all about looking cool and standing out while Fukunaga tends to blend into the background, which leads into my next point...

2. MY ROMAN EMPIRE (aka chapter 309) I know it's only two pages out of a 33 chapter match but i dont care, this scene makes me feral. I read the manga after watching Dumpster Battle, so imagine my suprise when my two favorite losers had a moment THAT GOT CUT FROM THE FUCJIGN MOVIE (I'm still salty, it should've been a full season).

Anyways these pages rooted their way into my brain because they show that even though Fukunaga goes unnoticed by most people (both in-universe and by readers) Tora realizes how great he is, and not only respects his play style but views him as a rival on the same level as himself. One thing I appreciate about Tora is that despite him being the stereotypical "strong manly athlete" type he doesn't think his methods are the best or only way of doing things; Fukunaga scoring points without "big fanfare" is just as cool as the shit he and Tanaka pull off. The phrasing "that I hafta surpass" could even imply that Tora sees Fukunaga as more than an equal, as someone who's ahead of him since he doesn't need to be flashy or loud to do amazing stuff.

Look at his smile on page two, bro's just excited to have someone who motivates him to keep pushing himself. And as we've learned from Kagehina: what's gayer than a rivalry?? All in all I think it's sweet that Tora notcies his efforts and admires him when few others do. Side Note, I've seen a translation of these that call them "Nekoma's Wings" and I think that's a sick nickname.

3. Bi Tora and Internalized Homophobia I love a good internalized homophobia arc, and characters like Tora that center so much around girls and manliness are some of the most fun to explore them with imo. You could say he's one of the least likely characters in hq to be queer since he's THE woman-lover next to Tanaka and Noya (and Yachi) but that's what makes it interesting—his gay awakening would hit like a tsunami and send him into life-ruining bi panic for months, especially since he's already such a mess when it comes to romance. He gives me the vibes of someone who has no problem with other people being gay but struggles when it comes to himself since it clashes with his conception of what it means to "be a man" or whatever. My point is he'd have the most intense no homo phase to grace this earth and I think that's both super funny and compelling for his character.

Also as a bi person myself it's kind of frustrating how bisexuality is treated online sometimes. It's annoying when a person's queerness is negated the moment they show attraction for the opposite gender, so headcanoning a character like Tora as a bi while still being openly into women makes me happy.

4. The Stage Play They're so silly in the stageplay. Why is he dragging him around by the feet? Why are they screaming at Kenma? Why is he constantly bopping him on the head in the background? WHY IS HE SERVING FACE IN THE PROMO PICTURES? So silly.

(Ignore how blurry these are lol) 5. Ant's Little Sister Bias This is a me thing, I like ships where one party has an annoying little sister who bothers them, sue me. Its cute. Akane and Fukunaga could have the most adorable friendship if you believe.

6. They Match Each Others Energy My first post about them was me rambling about this so just read that, TDLR they're both energetic menaces who match each other's freak.

7. Kenma's Forced Third-Wheel Purgatory Putting Kenma in a situation where Kuroo's graduated and his closest remaining friends are dating and constantly forcing him to third-wheel is just about the evilest thing you could do to the guy. He may be one of my favorites but this is well-deserved punishment for his crimes.

8. Baffled x Baffling Another ship dynamic I like a lot is when one person is unabashedly weird and the other thinks they're a total freak... but likes them anyways. They don't know why they like them. They can't explain it to anyone. Whenever the person does more weird shit they're like "why tf do I like you." But even so they're whipped as hell. Anyways Tora barely understands a single thing Fukunaga does and I think that makes for a funny crush to have.

9. Fukunaga's "Current Concern" Don't have much to add here, it's just proof to me that they hang out idc. Like why are you concerned about what he wants?? Kinda gay dude. Big fan of Fukunaga whispering to him and Tora answering at full volume so other people hear a one-sided conversation.

10. These Fics Before I knew this ship was even a thing I stumbled on these fics while browsing the Fukunaga tag, that's what got the gears turning:

• My favorite one, third-year shenanigans • Peak, need to be signed in tho • College AU • This one is mostly gen Fukunaga but the few moments they have are perfect (also really fun Nekoma interactions overall)

11. Other Miscellaneous Thoughts • Both of them being public figures/lowkey famous in timeskip is cute, like imagine them being each others' biggest fan before they make it big.

• Chef x guy who eats a lot is peak fiction. In this case they both eat a lot. Their grocery bill is a horror story.

• I know it's because characters are usually grouped by year and Kenma ditches them to sit with Kuroo but they're always together in the stands, pretty gay if you ask me

• I hc Fukunaga as genderfluid so Tora still gets his chance to be a wife guy. Him and Tanaka ranting to each other while Kiyoko and Fukunaga drink tea in peaceful silence.

• I think Fukunaga's the type to enjoy people watching and Tora's always doing something dumb. Observing him like a little bug under a microscope

• They're both so silly looking, cartoony ahh designs. I just think they'd make a funny couple visually, they're so square and stick to me if that makes any sense lmaoo

If you got through this whole post you're a real one, thanks for reading to my brain dump. I think about them every day and need more people to understand the vision

[fairy-eclipse]

Invisible String

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Pairing: Enemy!Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Running from your feelings, but they’re slowly catching up to you

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Part 1 ୨୧ Part 2 ୨୧ Part 3 

Gold is the color of Hogwarts castle in the sultry haze of summer, perched above the calm of water and lushness of forest.

Blue is the color of the Head Student badge on your chest, glossy with lacquer and weighty with authority.

White is the color of blissful ignorance, and you're doing a great job of pretending nothing's happened.

You go through considerable lengths to avoid him; taking the long way around corridors, sitting with your back to the Slytherin table, keeping your head down in shared classes—long story short, you stop acknowledging him altogether.

Which means the constant glares and snarky comments have stopped as well. You admit it feels weird to walk into Slughorn’s class and not sear a hole through his head or poke fun at him on days you finish brewing first. Not that you miss it or anything, no way. That would be absurd.

You hate him.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Out of sight, out of mind, so why does he come across it at any given moment? Why does the memory of him from that day stand out to you, bold and clear; imprinted firmly into your head? 

If your mind was a door, Tom Riddle had unmistakably, single-handedly broken it down and left no hinge untouched.

You hate him.

You're mistaking the silence for...well, you don’t know what you’re mistaking it for. All you know is that you want things to go back to normal. You can’t have it any other way—sure as the day follows night, sure as the earth rotates around the sun, sure as your love for spring—he is your enemy. You tell yourself that, you do, and yet-

You do hate him, don't you?

-the other, more frustrating side of you can't help but wonder if he's thinking of you too.

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You're doing your daily crossword at breakfast one morning, Calliope seated by your side engrossed in one of her muggle romance novels. Across from you, Seb touches up his Transfiguration essay in between bites of scrambled egg, cursing under his breath. You listen absentmindedly as the familiar buzz starts up from around you.

"My friend is in the hospital wing,” someone says sourly. “The git who landed him there has yet to be caught.” Seb gives you a pointed look, and you almost groan out loud. “I’ll find them myself if no one does soon.”

"They must be a part of that gang going around casting dicey curses in the halls,” a fifth year adds somberly. 

Reckless mystery students, you mentally note on top of your already exhaustive list of topics for the next Prefect gathering. You silently wish you could berate the culprits for complicating your life—sleep is hard to come by with all your duties.

Harper, a burly boy you recognize as Keeper on the quidditch team, speaks up. “Have you lot heard about Lucretia Black asking Riddle out?” You frown at the name. It’s left a bad taste in your mouth lately.

This isn’t necessarily news, though—half the school is in love with him and nobody is very subtle about it. He’s never once shown interest in their silly affections, so the fact that it was brought up must mean-

"I don’t know if he said yes,” Harper shrugs casually, as if your palms aren’t sweating and your heart didn’t just skip a beat. “But by all accounts, she wants to take him stargazing tonight after curfew. You know, he can get away with it, being Head Boy and all. I reckon he agreed this time, judging by the...people he tends to gravitate towards.” 

You look down to find that you’re gripping your quill too tightly. It’s not like you care for the gossip, but Harper has a point. Lucretia is part of the Sacred 28 and he’d be mad to pass up that chance. You scoff bitterly, though you’re not sure why.

Calliope peers over your shoulder. “Calli?”

"Normally around this time you'd be running your mouth about what an irksome, ludicrous stuck-up Riddle is," she says slowly, brown eyes trained on you. Seb looks up from his plate of scrambled eggs.

His auburn locks cascade over his face as he studies you carefully. "Come to think of it, she's right. You haven't talked about him at all for the past week—past three weeks, for that matter. What happened to you?" Calliope laughs.

"I just decided that such an irksome, ludicrous stuck-up isn't worth my time is all," you reply nonchalantly, hoping you sound more confident than you feel. Yes, you haven't filled your best friends in about what happened yet and yes, you're feeling a little guilty, but hopefully the whole situation will come to pass with the days.

Or so you tell yourself. You still can't help but squirm nervously under their intense scrutiny.

"Okay," Seb finally says at the same time Calli announces, "I don't believe you."

You stare at her. “What?”

She crosses her arms defiantly. "Hey! You go from declaring your hatred for him every morning since second year to suddenly not bringing him up and you say it's nothing? Something fishy's going on here, and it's not the dinner from yesterday." 

"Listen, can we not talk about this right now? It's ruining the positive atmosphere I’m trying to maintain."

Calliope's eyes widen. "I knew it! Something's happened! I could always feel the tension spiraling out of control with the two of you. So was it like a heat of the moment thing? Ooh, or was it more like..."

You deliberately drown out the rest of her words and try to ignore the shrill scream reverberating through your head. Seb must take pity on you because he cuts in before she can get to talking about your wedding.

"Save the fantasies for your pillow, love. Our best friend wouldn't be keeping secrets from us," he says calmly, and you sigh in relief despite the pang of remorse that hits you.

"Or I could save them for tonight," Calliope whispers. You snort.

"...but I...I don't know. It is a little weird, don't you think? Not that I'm implying-"

"Sebastian!"

"Sorry," Seb says sheepishly. "I believe you," he adds seeing the look on your face, but you're not so sure anymore.

With a sigh, you gather up your belongings, waving a quick goodbye before rising from your seat.

Someone tugs at the hem of your sleeve, and when you look back there's a twinkle in Calliope's eyes you know all too well.

"Don't be afraid,” she says gently. “Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven."

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It was bound to happen.

You're assigned to partner up with Riddle for Divination that afternoon. That’s horrible. Dreadful, even. But the fact that the lesson is on palmistry?

You have never wanted to melt into a puddle so bad.

Half the Slytherin girls throw you dirty glances, and merlin if looks could kill your head would be rolling on the floor right now. Lucretia is the shade of a poppy flower and her face oddly resembles that of a threatened pufferfish.

But alas, directions are given and everyone is left to their own devices, the classroom bustling with chatter. You give yourself a five second pep talk before meeting Riddle’s waiting gaze. He looks handsome, put together as usual—heck, it doesn’t seem like he’s spared you a second thought. You shouldn’t feel disappointed, but you do.

And you shouldn’t be staring this long, but god what a sight for sore eyes...

"You've been avoiding me." It’s not a criticism or even an accusation, just a mere observation. He pauses expectantly as if waiting for you to explain.

“Page 236." Your voice sounds strained even to you.

Riddle doesn’t reach the for the textbook. “You seem tired.”

Irritation prickles at your skin. “Ever the charmer, aren’t you? And why don’t you tell me all about how ghastly I look today, and how I’m such a dull, lifeless-”

“I was expressing my concern.”

You blink. “...Concern? I didn’t know we did that,” you say quietly.

The heat of the classroom has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and while it would’ve looked improper on anyone else, he only appears more refined, sophisticated. Your gaze lingers on the blue of his veins.

“Will you give me your hand or are you happy with studying my arm for the next hour?”

You wait for the anger to come. It doesn’t. Instead, you stare at him in horror. “I wasn’t- that’s ridiculous! You’re insane if you think-”

To your surprise, the boy laughs, but something tells you he wasn’t mocking you. 

Reluctantly, cautiously, you place your hand down in front of him. Whatever is going on, this, it’s new territory, and you’re not sure how you’re to tread on it.

And then you feel it. 

His fingers graze over the lines of your palm—slowly, almost teasingly. You stiffen.

He notices, you know because there’s that stupid smirk on his face you’ve come to miss, but his touch doesn’t cease. If anything it gets bolder, more amorous, until electricity is jolting through your every nerve and muscle.

"Stop," you choke out and he heeds, but there’s something fiery in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before. 

He tilts his head in a silent question. Dark waves fall over his eyes and it’s so annoyingly bewitching. "This isn't part of the lesson." You manage to keep the shakiness out of your voice.

"What about that day?" You freeze. “Was that part of the lesson?”

When you don’t reply, he lowers his head to your level. You can’t find it in yourself to look away; he has you trapped again, only this time in the dark confines of his eyes. 

You know all these torturous weeks of dancing around it are done, the long waltz is finally over when you feel his low murmur against your ear. “What have you done to me? You're consuming my every thought. It’s driving me insane.”

“If we’re playing that game, then you’re not exactly innocent either.”

Realization settles in quickly. “But rivals don’t...harbor such...” He grapples with his words with a furrowed brow. “...fervent feelings.”

Something in you snaps, and a billion emotions must be flashing across your face because something about this boy is like medicine and poison, heaven and hell all in one. You can't pretend anymore because something's changed, you’ve changed, and going against the tide will only wash you out.

"What are we?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper, but he hears you anyway. His hand is on yours again, light and surprisingly warm, except this time he holds it there, stationary.

"I don't know," he replies, and you're struck with the realization that he must be just as new to this as you are. Tom Riddle isn’t used to not knowing things.

It’s costed you too many weeks, too many nights of staring up at the ceiling questioning everything that you don’t think twice before saying, “Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight at 11. Whatever is going on...we- I need to figure it out.” You pause. “Tom.”

Surprise flickers across his face for just a second before it reverts back to its impassive expression. He gives you a brisk nod and the two of you spend the rest of the period working in silence.

You feel the ghost of his hand on your skin long after everyone has left the classroom.

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That night, he doesn’t show up.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Falls and Forgiveness // O.W.

Request(s): Ignore me sending in multiple Oliver Wood requests because your one of the only authors I can find that write for him. Could you possibly do an x slytherin reader??? Maybe the reader is always hanging around with the gryffindoor team and Oliver always gets jealous about how the team (maybe the twins?) always jokingly flirt with her to piss him off???? Very fluffy :) // Hey I was wondering if you’d do an Oliver Wood x reader request?? Maybe the readers on a different quittich team or something and one of them gets hurt during a match and the other throws the game to help them??? Something fluffy :) I love your writing btw xx - anon 

A/N: I haven’t written for Oliver in so long so this was like a breath of fresh air and I love writing every moment of it. Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like and I hope you all enjoy!!

Warnings: swearing, arguments, flirting, established relationship, mentions of injuries. Really cheesy flirting too.

Word count: 2.8k

The Gryffindor common room had never know quiet. The house known for being boisterous and loud and always full of laughter. It is in the Gryffindor common room that you felt most at home despite having been sorted into Slytherin at eleven years old.

You had nothing against your house; it was the house of the determined, the cunning and the prideful. Friendships had been forged that ran deeper than blood and allegiances made that would only be favoured once graduated from the school for witchcraft and wizardry.

However, the appeal of Gryffindor house came in the form of their Quidditch captain – Oliver Wood. Deep brown eyes combined with a lush smile that had your knees weak. There was supposed to be a rivalry; enemy houses and enemy Quidditch teams yet you loved the teenager more than your own house. You had fallen for him in Fifth Year and he, you. No-one could deny the love you felt for each other was going to outlast the aged walls of the enchanted castle.

Along with the appeal of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, the Gryffindor team has also taken you under their wing. Friendships forming despite the green of your robes. The Weasley twins in particular had taken a liking to you.

They never meant anything by it, their harmless flirting. Fred and George doing it to get a rise out of Oliver.

“(Y/N)!” Fred shouts, a smirk on his face.

“Yes, Fred?” You answer from your seat next to Oliver. The brunette tenses from Fred’s words, already dreading what is about to come out his mouth.

“Do you mind if I slither in?”

You snort, unimpressed by Fred’s attempt at flirting, “That’s in poor taste, Fred. I expected better from you.”

Fred winks, ignoring the cross look from Oliver. “It’s okay,” He starts, “I’m sure I’ll think of something to impress you.”

You laugh, placing a hand on Oliver’s thigh. “I have no doubt about it, save it for later though.”

Fred salutes before walking away, laughing with George over something that had happened earlier in the day. You shake your head at the sight of it, in shock at the foolish bravery displayed by the redhead. You turn your attention to Oliver; his brown eyes barely concealing the anger raging within in. Opening your mouth, you go to offer some words of comfort and reassurance, but Oliver pushes your hand from his thigh before leaving the common room.

You share a look with the twins before following Oliver out of the portrait hole and into the corridor. “Oliver, what’s wrong?”

“Why do you flirt back?” Oliver demands, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

“It’s harmless fun. They mean nothing by it, Oliver! Neither do I!”

“Do you?” He asks before the words can be stopped. Oliver sees the hurt flash over your face as his accusation lands. You take a step back, holding a hand to your stomach as you work through your emotions.

“If you think that I would do anything that could hurt you – hurt us – then you really don’t know me at all, do you?” Tears threaten to spill but you hold them back, meeting Oliver’s eye unashamed.

You wait for him to say something, to say anything but nothing leaves his mouth. Shaking your head, you turn away from the Gryffindor, not letting him see the tears that finally track their way down your cheeks as you head to the Slytherin common room.

Oliver runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he stares after your rushing figure. “Love,” He calls out in the hopes that it will make you turn. He releases a pitiful groan as he watches you duck your head further, steps getting faster and faster until you’re finally out of sight.

The sobs thankfully wait until you’re in your room. The darkness provided by the quilt of your bed calling you like a siren song. The darkness provides solace and comfort as the tears trail down your cheeks; wondering how on earth Oliver could doubt your relationship and your loyalty to him.

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The night proves to be long, but the morning proves to be longer. You stand outside the Great Hall wondering what you were going to do. Breakfasts were reserved for Oliver, everyone knew that. Even the teachers knew that – you would sit with the brunette and chat about anything and everything. He often distracted you, pulling you in for spontaneous kisses whenever he could.

Now though, you didn’t know where to sit. You would be welcome at the Slytherin table, of course you would but it didn’t sit right within you. It didn’t feel right to not be with Oliver for the first meal of the day.

Turning away from the Great Hall, you think about the snacks hidden away in your trunk. They would do for a while, until you could figure out what was happening and where you were going. For now though, you found respite in the library, wandering there and sitting down at one of the many aged wooden tables. The day had barely begun but there were already students milling about the grand room, dawdling between shelves as they got started on homework and essays alike. Running a finger through the wood grain, eyes running over the graffiti littering the table, you reach for the work burning a hole in your bag.

This would do, for now.

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Oliver finds you in the library the following day. This time you are hidden away in the back of the library, among the shelves that hold the older books. The smell of worn leather is almost overpowering, but it comforts you, especially as you reach for

You don’t know how long he has been standing there. You gasp as you look up from the aged pages of your book to find his deep brown eyes watching you. Oliver looks unsure of himself; the air around him insecure and curious to your reaction.

“(Y/N),” Oliver greets, voice quiet and close to breaking as he takes a shy step towards you.

“Oliver,” You reply, looking anywhere but at him. Once glance into those brown eyes and you would crumble, it wasn’t for you to crumble.

“Can we talk?”

You shake your head, standing from your seat and staving off the inevitable tears that will fall when he leaves. You weren’t ready to talk. As much as you missed him – his smile and his kisses, you weren’t ready to discuss what happened that night.

“Please?” He pleads, close to falling to his knees and begging.

You shake your head once more, taking a step back before realising that you are pressed against the bookshelf. You clear your throat, dislodging the lump that had made its home there, “Not yet, Oliver.”

He nods, the hope in his eyes dimming at your words. He runs a hand through his hair, the locks the longest they had been in a long while. “Of course,” He comments. He sends a smile your way, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “Good luck for the match on Saturday. I know you’ll play well. You always do.”

“You too,” You whisper. You bite your lip, watching him walk away from you, his hands hanging limply at his side as his shoulders hunch.

After the match. After the match, you would talk to him, you promised yourself. After the match, you would explain that he could not go around flinging accusations like he did. After the match, it would all be solved and forgiven.

You hoped.

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Saturday rolled around slowly. For the rest of the week, Oliver hadn’t tried to talk to you. Countless times you had caught him watching you; regret shining deep within his brown eyes. Sadness settled deep within you when you left your classroom after every lesson to find him absent. He was giving you the space you had asked for; he was respecting your wishes and yet you found yourself wishing he hadn’t listened to you.

You missed him. You missed him terribly. From his obsession with the sport you both played to the way he would pull you in by the hem of your shirt to kiss you. You missed the feel of his hand wrapping around yours; the way he would press a kiss to your temple randomly.

Your heart ached with his absence, but the space was needed. The logical part of you repeated this too often – the space was needed, he had to know he couldn’t go flinging accusations left, right and centre. However, your heart – the part that tended to control you more often than your mind – missed him too much for your own good.

Walking to the changing room, you remind yourself of the promise you had made to yourself earlier in the week. Get through the match. Get through this match and you can talk to him without distractions. Things needed to be mended between you, if it could be mended at all.

The usual nerves settled deep within your stomach, rolling around, leaving you nauseous. You finish tying the fastenings to your gloves, ensuring their tight enough before grabbing your broom and leaving the changing room.

Feeling foolish, you stand outside the changing rooms, hoping and wishing. You fiddle with your uniform, hoping and wishing for Oliver to show up regardless of your argument. It had been tradition for the last two years – no matter the match whether it his house versus your or yours versus another, he would always meet you here for a good luck kiss. It wouldn’t be more than a peck of lips, sweet and chaste but it always meant so much.

The kiss settled your nerves. It brought a smile out across your face, butterflies now rioting in your stomach instead of your nerves.

Looking to your left and then to your right, you sigh heavily. Pushing down the need to cry, you realise with some heaviness that Oliver wasn’t going to show. The gap that had grown between you two was getting too big for him to think about coming to wish you good luck before the match.

After the match, you repeat to yourself. Get through the match and you can tell him everything. Get through the match and you can whisper apology after apology to him, hoping he understood why you had taken a step back.

Steeling your nerves, readying yourself for the match, you head out onto the pitch all the while feeling as if something is going to go terribly wrong.

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Most people when waking from a long sleep do so slowly; they start by waking every limb, checking they work before moving onto stretching and opening their eyes. You, on the other hand, gasp suddenly as if jolted with something powerful. You wrench up, more than aware of the sharp pain lancing through the right side of your body.

It takes a moment for you to recognise your surroundings, the gothic, vaulted ceilings and the light stone walls of the hospital wing coming into focus as the dizziness abates.

You wince from the pain radiating in your side. Oliver stands from his seat, rushing to your side. His hands clench repeatedly into fists as he represses the need to touch you. “Don’t try to move,” He whispers, “Madame Pomfrey said you would be sore for at least a week.”

“Oliver?” You question, confused. Your eyebrows furrow as you meet his concerned gaze, taking in the dishevelled state of his Quidditch uniform, as if he barely gave himself time to get changed before rushing to the hospital wing.

“What happened?” You ask, pressing a hand to your head as if the very touch will bring back the memories.

“A dirty play,” Oliver grits; anger rising to the surface that he tries his best to quash but he had never been known to ignore his temper. “What do you remember?”

You sigh, rubbing the side of your head, “I remember something hitting me in the side and I remember losing grip of my broom…” You trail off, straining your memory in the hopes of remembering something. You shake your head, “That’s all I remember.”

Oliver nods as he sidles closer to the bedside. “You were hit by a bludger. In truth, an argument broke out between the teams. The Weasley’s are awfully protective of you, you see and when they saw you, they started to argue with your team. From there, it escalated and bludgers started being flung in every direction. One hit you in the side, knocking you sideways and off your broom to the pitch below.”

“No-one else was hurt though?”

Oliver laughs: a short burst, “It’s just like you to be concerned with someone else when you’re the one lying in the hospital wing having just recovered from broken ribs.”

“Well?” You all but demand, “Was anyone else hurt?”

Oliver shakes his head, “No, love. No-one else was hurt.”

You bite your lip, body heating at the use of the term of endearment. Oliver called you many things: ‘darling’, ‘dear’, ‘Leannan’, but ‘love’ was your favourite. To hear it fall from his lips after a week long absence of it, it made you feel like everything could be solved.

“Who won the match?” You question, eyes running over Oliver’s dishevelled form.

“No-one,” Oliver states, plain and simple.

“What?”

“I threw the match,” He says, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t bother him.

“Why would you do something like that?”

“You were laying on the grass, out cold. I didn’t know if you were breathing, I didn’t know anything,” Oliver rushes, his chest heaving with the force of his words, “I was going to make sure you were okay before I was back out on any damned pitch.”

“Oliver!” You gasp; shocked at his words. He loved Quidditch; had even been scouted to play for a team after graduating from Hogwarts. You had never heard him speak like this about the sport.

Oliver rests his face in his hands, getting to grips with the emotions surging through him. All he sees behind his eyes is your body falling helplessly to the ground; limbs limp and hair flying everywhere. It wouldn’t be a sight he forgot quickly.

He regains control only a moment later. He pulls his face out his hands and releasing a long breath. “I love you,” He states honestly, “I love you. This week without you has been hell and then seeing you get hurt… I just about lost my mind.”

You sniffle, tears beginning to form in your eyes at his words. Oliver stalks forward, taking your hands in his, squeezing them tightly as he brings them up to his mouth. He places one, two, three kisses to the back of your hands before whispering, “I am so sorry. I’m a jealous fool. I had no right to question our relationship.”

“No, you didn’t,” You state, eyes searching his, finding nothing but love for you within their depths.

Oliver takes the chance. He leans down, pressing his forehead to you as he repeats his apology as many times as needed.

After the fourth time, you pull back with a laugh.

“What?” Oliver asks, a shy smile on his face.

You shake your head, “You’re impossible, Oliver.”

“Impossibly in love with you,” He flirts, his smile growing larger.

You groan, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. He nudges you gently, getting you to move over slightly so he can join you on the hospital bed. Oliver brings a hand to your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone and down to your jawline as his eyes search your face for what, you don’t know.

The smile has disappeared from his face, replaced with a serious expression that looks so out of place. “I am sorry, my love,” He starts, “Can you forgive me?”

You lean forward, meeting him halfway, nudging your nose with his as you seek out his lips. “You’re already forgiven. Who else would wait by my bedside when I’m injured?”

One of Oliver’s hands winds its way through your hair. “Let’s try not to make that a habit though. Please?”

You pull back slightly, letting Oliver see the large smile on your face. “I can try my very hardest,” You quip with a laugh.

A laugh that is quickly quietened by Oliver’s lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s been a week in the waiting. Forgiveness and love personified by the way he takes his time, relearning the way you move against him whilst trying to not kiss you the way a man dying of thirst would reach for water. You smile against his mouth, unable to keep the grin off your face for longer than necessary, way too happy to be back in his arms once again.

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[thirdhandidiot]

Yes I’m here to offer domestic dialucibarb. No I havnt gotten any further on the Young Dialuci au. What you gonna do?

This is just 1.9k of unapologetic soft idiots in love

•The three of them are like your typical old married couple, except with wings and horns and oh dear, they’re arguing over who has to get up to make more tea

•Barb and Lucifer lovingly bicker a LOT, much to Diavolo’s amusement. It will be over the most trivial things that neither of them really care about either, they just enjoy trying to one up eachother verbally. Lucifer once threatened to throw Barbatos out a window, absolutely not meaning it, but Barb taunted him, telling him he probably couldn’t even pick him up, he’s so skinny and all he ever does is paper work and there’s no way he’d ever hurt him, never mind have the physical strength required. Lucifer absolutely decides he’s going to take it personally and lunges, picking Barbatos clean off the floor, bridal style, triumphant smirk lighting up his face, only to immediately realise that Barb has wrapped his arms around his neck to make sure he doesn’t fall. They’re both immediately far too flustered to do anything after that, just staring at eachother in shock, remaining there for what feels like hours until Diavolo walks in and coos at them, taking hundreds of pictures whilst the pair get impossibly more red. The image ends up Diavolo’s Home Screen, and don’t be fooled, he treasures all images of his boyfriends, especially together, but this one, he thinks, will always be a favourite

•They’re all sappy in their own ways, but mostly Diavolo, he is shameless. He will talk about ‘his darling boyfriends’ at any given opportunity, and more. Whilst it’s rather sweet to see him so passionate and so happy in love, it gets rather inconvenient in meetings when everyone just wants to go home. The brothers are particularly upset by this as whilst the gossip about Lucifers love life was fun at first, they’re rather bored of hearing how cute Lucifer is he wakes up, and they’re still a little scared of what Barbatos might do if they end up hearing too much. And that’s not all, Dia loves tropey dates that he read about in books and imagined going on with the two of them before they got together, his favourite being picnics, which he adores. He and Barbatos will spend hours in the kitchen preparing a sweet lunch date for Lucifer (by which Barb does all the preparations and Diavolo provides ‘moral support’ in the form of kisses and trying to steal bits of food only to get caught everytime and punished with more kisses- needles to say this is not an effective punishment to persuade him to stop)

•Barbatos relaxes a lot more when he’s off the clock, even having gently bullied Diavolo into making HIM tea, even if it’s not as good, after all, he’s been working all day and he’s tired. When they first got together he always felt guilty asking anything of Diavolo, feeling that it was an imbalance to their dynamic, but he quickly comes to see that Diavolo loves the chance to try to do things for him, even if they aren’t nearly as efficient or well done. Diavolo just wants to look after his boys like they do him and this usually comes in the form of serving them cute biscuits he found and hid until that moment just to see them smile

•Lucifer gets stressed easily and puts up a near flawless front of professionalism and dedication to his work, however Barb has spent decades doing the same and is always the first to tell when Luci needs to take a break. Whilst Barb has strict ‘off the clock‘ hours, Lucifer has tried to bring paper work to bed multiple times, frustrating the other two to no end. Despite that, Lucifer has gotten a lot better at taking care of himself ever since he realised how happy it made his partners, and it’s not like he minds spending more time with them, infact subtly asking lucifer if he wants couch cuddles is the fastest way to get him to leave his work, the man is tired and desperately craves affection, not that he likes to admit it, but they all know

•Barbatos has a strange fondness for human conspiracy documentaries, and Diavolo is prone to believing an awful lot of them. Barb loves to tell Diavolo that they’re real, convincing him that ‘Yes all birds are spies darling, is that not common knowledge?‘ or ‘The human realm has underground lizard people, didn’t you know love? The do all of Earth’s admin work, someone has to‘ This leads to an awful lot of misunderstandings that usually Lucifer clears up. He pretends to be annoyed but when he walks into the front room to see his Barb lying on top of Diavolo, enthusiastically telling him that there’s aliens in Area 51 whilst Diavolo stares back, mouth open in shock, he doesn’t stop them, just presses a kiss to each of their foreheads and goes to make hot chocolates for everyone and brings blankets back with him, making a note of whatever it is that Dia is about to believe so that he can make sure that damage control can be done ahead of time. (He finds it cute when Diavolo tries to tell his brothers about it, Mammon falling hook line and sinker for each one. The others are more sceptical until Diavolo says that Barbatos told him, at which point they just end up confused, surely Barbatos wouldn’t lie to Lord Diavolo? (He would if it was funny))

•When Lucifer moved out, Levi sent him an old console under the guise that it was for Diavolo, who had expressed an interest in learning to play various games. Dia absolutely loves it, and lucifer really is very competitive.. the two of them can be found trying to distract the other whilst playing mariokart, resorting to pushing, biting and even a few instances of manifesting wings to try block the others view of the screen. As soon as one of them has as good as lost they’ll switch to just making the others game as hard as possible. There’s nothing raunchy about the wrestling match that breaks out as a result, Barb has decided it’s a good form of physical therapy for them both and just records them. He has a file of ‚blackmail‘ that they all know he will never use, it’s mostly just a folder of cute but embarrassing pictures and videos of Luci and Diavolo. (Diavolo has Barb send him everything, he loves to watch it back)

•None of them are particularly ‘flamboyant‘ although Diavolos love for human world festivals has landed them at various pride festivals before. Lucifer was mostly confused seeing as sexuality isn’t an issue in the Devildom, neither is ‘polyamory’, a concept he’d never spared much thought to. Diavolo is delighted to see Humans celebrating love and feeds off the positivity (he also gets hit on a lot, but after spending just ten seconds with him it’s obvious he’s already madly in love and that there’s no separating him from the slightly alarmed looking men loitering behind him that he proudly calls his boyfriends). Barbatos is constantly trying not to get lost, it’s busy and he ends up having to hold on to someone at all times. It’s not his fault, he can’t use magic here and there’s no other way to combat the crowds, Lucifer stop smirking he isn’t short it’s just that you’re both bloody giants, Lucifer you’re encouraging Diavolo, p l e a s e. Dia loves it though because it gives him an excuse to cling to his boyfriends all day and people will randomly tell him how lucky he is, he absolutely agrees

•Both Barbatos and Lucifer have threatened Diavolo with bodily harm at some point after they’ve been woken up by one of his stray limbs in the night. The two of them sleep quite comfortably next to eachother, occasionally with an arm or leg over the other, but no matter how Diavolo falls asleep he ends up in a dreadfully confusing position that no one really wants to question. Unfortunately he also tends to gravitate towards the heat of the others too, making them easy targets Diavolo’s heavy limbs. He’s always sure to apologise when he finds out in the morning, even if he finds their grumpy faces quite amusing. He won’t laugh out loud though because one time Barb was so disgruntled when he woke up that he bit the hand that was smothering his face and Diavolo ended up having to have his hand bandaged in the middle of the night. Needless to say that Lucifer was both confused and concerned when he woke up (and a little proud, he’s extra nice to Barbatos all day, who feels a little guilty about it, even if Diavolo was ok)

•Diavolo and Barb will wind lucifer up deliberately, and whilst he is entirely aware what’s happening, he indulges them. Diavolo will convince the brothers to try some kind of scheme that they wouldn’t be able to pull off without him, but makes sure it’s never taken too far, and Barbatos will egg Lucifer on as soon as he finds out about whatever minor inconvenience has befallen him. He won’t admit it, but it makes Lucifer incredibly happy to see his brothers take such a shine to his partners, and whilst he wishes they’d have a little more trust in Barbatos, Barb assures him that he isn’t upset and that it can be used to spook the brothers a little. There will be weekly ‚family meals‘ which always seem a great idea before hand, he somewhat misses living with his brothers after all, but always result in him going home with a headache. He’s grown used to the loving and (mostly) calm presence of his beloved, so seeing his brothers hurling both insults and occasionally food or assorted table wear at eachother, has a tendency to infuriate him. (He hasn’t realised that they act up more when he’s there)

•Dia Is obsessed with matching couples things and is constantly trying to find things for the three of them, but due to lower supply, they end up being so much tackier and non sensical. Barbatos genuinely despises them, but opts to say nothing because of how happy Diavolo is. Lucifer knows this and whilst he isn’t exactly a fan either, he indulges Dia just to tease Barb. (They do all have matching keychains tho, with different charms. Diavolos has a little teacup and a feather, Lucifers has a crown and a cake and Barbatos‘ has a pickle and a peacock. He was the one who got them to make up for all the hideous ideas Diavolo had, and delighted in seeing Diavolos pouty face when he realised what Barb had chosen. He did end up also adding a golden heart tho, somewhat pacifying Diavolo)

•Whilst it’s usually Diavolo who initiates longer cuddles, Barb likes to wrap his arms around his lovers from behind, pressing his forehead into their shoulder blades. He finds is comforting to be so close whilst allowing the other to continue with whatever they were doing before. Before leaving he will stretch to place a kiss on the back of their neck, a silent reminder of his love. Most of the time Barbatos is very quiet, opting to watch, and it’s only when he’s relaxed that he becomes chatty. Both Luci and Dia recognise this and can’t help but feel special whenever Barbatos is particularly talkative, and Barb is grateful that they don’t ask questions and love him for who he is

•Lucifer absolutely initiates the most ‚traditional‘ kisses, he’s proud of his partners and wants everyone to know that they’re his. He’s also a bit of a traditional romanticist when given the chance, leaving bouquets of various flowers, with the meanings for each attached on a handwritten card, a line of poetry and an elaborate signature. If he ever gets given flowers back he melts a little and keeps them on his desk as long as possible, before pressing the best looking ones. He has notebooks just filled with pressed flowers that he treasures. He doesn’t know that Diavolo and Barbatos both know about the notebooks and is convinced he’s slick

•Some nights the three of them will get drunk together and spend hours giggling and pressing kisses to eachothers faces and feeding them fancy chocolates. They half lay half sit on a slightly too small couch that they never replace for a more suitably sized one. Diavolo will slowly reach across to brush Lucifers fringe out of his eyes before gently caressing his face and pulling him in for a long slow kiss that tastes of expensive demonus and the orange sweets that Diavolo keeps on his desk. Barbatos is more than content to sit and watch his two gorgeous boyfriends kiss for a few minutes before they both turn their attention to him and decorate his face with kisses, across his cheeks and forehead, straying down to his chin and up to his eyelids, trying to convey all their love for eachother in adoring looks and heads pressed into necks

@softrealism Thankyou for inspiring me to post xx

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 15 Post-Games Brains and Brawn Part 8

A couple days before the masquerade! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses (also thanks for Reine!), and @thoughts-of-nora!

A couple days after Shine met Triel, I still couldn’t get my mind off of her. Shit. I hated having a one-track mind.

So when I remembered that Reine had invited me to steal from an apartment near ours, I walked over to Reine’s room to see if she’d still be interested. I knocked on her door and smiled a little when she looked up. “So, you said about stealing from a fancy Capitol idiot?”

“Was wondering when you’d show up about that. Yeah, a building not far from here and enough stuff that one or ten things would hardly be missed.”

I smiled wider. This would be great! “Sounds like fun. Lead the way, if you’d like.”

She looked me up and down, and I had to stop myself from bristling. She was sizing me up, probably checking to see if I was capable enough for her standards. Shit. I was fine. But she just nodded and started walking.

I followed her, but I couldn’t just stay silent. I had to have some kind of distraction as we walked, or my thoughts would just return to Triel. “So, do you know how to dance? With that masquerade coming up, and all.”

“I’ve had some time to learn, yeah, though I don’t know what to expect for the Capitol’s version of dancing. You?”

I laughed. “I have no idea how to dance. Shine’s found some videos for me to practice with. I don’t know how good I’ll be though.”

“Well maybe we’ll be out before you’re forced to? Or maybe someone will cause a scene big enough to distract from how horrid you are at.” Her voice was light, and she looked back with a wink.

I grinned. “If anything, I’ll be the one causing the distraction. I’m good at being obnoxious.”

She sounded confused. “Obnox-” Pause. “Oh! Like annoying.” She didn’t know that? Well, I only knew it because the Shades called me that all the time, so understandable. She looked thoughtful. “I still don’t think that’s the right word though, not from what I’ve seen of you.”

How sweet, but she was wrong. “Then you haven’t seen me at my best.” I laughed a little. “Since you know about dancing, do you know anything else about parties? I’ve never been to one.”

“Generally? It’s loud and flashy, but there’s food and drinks and people tend to share way too much information after a while and their guards are dropped.”

The food and drink would probably be awesome! The other info didn’t sound so good, but oh well. I grinned. “Food and drinks I can handle. Not so sure about crowds, but I can try.” I lowered my voice to a mumble. “Maybe I can smuggle a feast out of the party.”

Reine laughed quietly. “I’ve seen people get a fair amount from them, I think you could manage it.”

“That’ll make it all worth it.” We walked outside, and I tensed slightly until I confirmed there wasn’t anyone around. I didn’t want to have any unwanted attention. But…speaking of unwanted attention, that guy who had been visiting Reine. Every single time he came, I always seemed to run into him. He was creepy, with that smirk and those analytical eyes. Might as well ask her what was going on. I glanced over at her. “So, who was that dude that came over and talked only to you?”

She tensed as well. So, not a friend probably. “He’s…Conor. Someone who just keeps showing up in my life despite best efforts.”

I frowned. “And I suppose that you don’t like him. You want me to punch him next time he shows up?”

“I—no, don’t do that. Thank you though. He’s a friend.” Yeah right. “I think,” she said quieter, not looking me in the eyes. “But he’s also trouble.”

Oh, I’d punch him. No worries about that. And then he’d know who he was dealing with. “If he’s a friend, what’s he doing working with the Capitol, and what does he want with Triel?”

“That’s the trouble part. I don’t know, I never with him, never understand his games. He helped get us out of the Games, but,” she laughed, sounding strangled. Oh, I was gonna punch him so hard. Possibly multiple times. “Out of one and into the other. He promised to help again, hopefully it’s just him hoping for entertainment.”

Entertainment? Shit, that sounded like the Shades. “I really will punch him when I see him again.”

“Yes, he does have that effect on people,” she said dryly.

I frowned. “So, how do you even know a Capitol escort?”

“I made a mistake and failed and got him killed.” She paused. “Nearly. So I felt responsible for him for awhile. That turned out so well.” She shrugged halfheartedly.

I kept frowning. Jerk. “He’s a sneaky one for an escort, it sounds like. I’ll have to plan out my attack.” I sighed. This was making me frustrated and her unhappy. “But enough topics that don’t involve stealing. Are we close?”

“Yeah, right up there.” She gestured up at a balcony on the top floor of the apartment building we were close to. Oh boy!

I grinned. “So, we’re climbing?” I didn’t wait for her as I trotted up to the building and scanned for hand-holds. It shouldn’t be a bad climb.

“You can if you insist,” Reine said behind me.

I jumped and looked over at her with a frown. “What other sneaky way could we get in?”

She snorted and glanced around. Then she rolled her shoulders and revealed…brown wings. “I think my way will be faster.”

Holy shit. My face immediately flushed, and I couldn’t stop staring. They were beautiful. “Well.” My voice cracked. Shit. “I suppose that would be faster.”

She laughed. “A bit, yes.” She held out her hand to me, and my face got hotter. Holy shit. I wasn’t prepared for this. But I also was. Flying! I was actually going to fly again! This time without metal around me.

I took her hand. “How—how fast can you fly?” And would I be able to go that fast now?

She shrugged and pulled me close. Shit. Hopefully, she hadn’t noticed my blushing. “I can keep up with some pretty fast cars, though I’ve never really put the effort in to find out, kind of hard to keep it hidden when doing test on it. Hold on.”

I held on tight as she shot up into the air, and I stared. The wind in my face, the different vantage point, it was beautiful. Amazing.

It was over too soon, as Reine touched down on the balcony. As I got my feet back under me, I turned to Reine with a grin. “How did you get those wings? Do you have magic besides that? Have you tested how high you can go? What kind of wings are they? A type of bird’s?”

“Short answer? I was born with them in a way. And I think they’re like some form of owl’s? At least that’s what Aleksis said after hours of researching, and I can fly high enough for the air to get thin.” She shifted and rolled her shoulders so the wings disappeared again. “As for the magic and stuff…let’s just say I’ve been around for longer than you’d think.” She gave a forced laugh, but then she winced.

Oh, she was uncomfortable. And I had just asked her to talk about her magic. I should have known better. Stupid piece of shit. So, I should repay her with at least showing off my magic. Lucky me, the doors to the balcony were locked, so I found water in a vase on the inside. I activated my magic, and the water crystallized into a knife and cut through the lock. I opened the door, and bowed. “After you.”

Reine bowed back and smiled. She slipped into the room and looked around before starting to look through the items strewn about the room. Damn. It was a mess in here. They wouldn’t miss any of it.

I took a few small things until I picked up a gaudy, sequined shirt and a felt pirate hat, and I grimaced. Those idiots from the costume store. “Holy shit. I might have already met these people.”

“And your opinion of them?” She looked up from the crate she had been sorting through.

“Loud. Obnoxious. Think they know everything about pirates when they know nothing.” My voice got quieter. “Think they know Triel when they know nothing.”

“Well then.” Reine pocketed an antique spyglass and straightened up. “I was planning on being subtle and not leaving a clue, but…maybe a bit of destruction and robbery wouldn’t do too much harm?” She looked over at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I grinned back. “Nah. I don’t think it would.” I knocked over the vase I had already taken the water out of, and it shattered on the floor. “Whoops.”

Reine knocked over a ship in a bottle. “Oh no. How terrible.” Then she upended the crate, letting everything scatter on the floor. She was so awesome.

I grabbed something off a shelf, but before I could throw it, I actually got a good look at it. It was a compass, and it actually looked valuable. “Huh. This actually looks rare.” I held it up for Reine to see.

She swallowed hard and took it carefully. “Yeah, this is…probably really valuable. Doubt they even know they have it or what it’s worth.” She kept staring, running her fingers over some kind of engraving.

I frowned. “Do you recognize it? A possession of an ancestor or something?”

“Or something. Father’s.” Huh. I guess she had said she lived longer than usual. But still. How old was she? That compass looked old. She pocketed it and looked around. “Oh look a closet. Is there anything in here not covered in glitter or sequins?” She held up a long coat with weird fur or something on it. “Or…are these feathers?”

“It’s shit, that’s what it is.” I grabbed the coat and used the crystal knife to cut a message into it. Dress like a real pirate.

Reine laughed and handed me some more before she paused on a long black coat mostly free of sequins and glitter that actually didn’t look too bad. “Actually, I think I might take a page from Triel’s book here, think they’ll recognize this at the masquerade?”

I blushed again, just imagining her wearing that. I smiled a little. “I don’t think you’ll be wanting for dance partners, that’s for sure.”

“Wait till you see my mask and you’ll probably rethink that.” She winked and tried the cloak on, and I flushed more. “Not as good of material as the real thing, but it’ll do its job-” Her eyes wandered over toward the door, and she said something I didn’t recognize, and she had an accent when she spoke again. “I think they might be coming back.”

I frowned. How did she know that? I hadn’t heard anything. But I trusted her judgment. I swore and ran over to the balcony. Wait. We flew up. I glanced back at Reine. “Would you be able to do the wing thing again? Or should I start climbing down?”

“Wings.” She ran for me, and I threw the coat I had knifed at the door just as it opened, and the person who had come in was met with the coat in their face. Just as Reine took off and flew us back toward the ground.

We both laughed, and I grinned. “We make a good thief team!”

“Simply the best!”

“So, we gotta steal more after all this’s over!” I paused as we got closer to the ground. I hadn’t been tons of help. She hadn’t had to bring me along. “Thanks for letting me come along.”

We got back to the ground. “Oh we should definitely do this again. And as if I could get you to stay if you heard what I’d planned.”

“You got me there.” I held out a fist to fistbump and winked at her. “And I owe you a clumsy, awkward dance at the party.”

She fistbumped and winked back. “I dare anyone to say anything about it too.”

[immortalcoelacanth]

Brand New Animal (BNA) Oneshot: Cool

I’m a sucker for the mental image of Shirou and Michiru running around and fighting crime in matching trench coats. The imagery is too good. 

Word count: 1910

Summary: For as scary as Shirou could be at times, there was no denying how cool he was. Was it foolish of Michiru to borrow his trench coat? Maybe, but she just wanted to feel cool too. 

“Ughhhhhh, this is so boooooorinnnnnng.” Michiru groaned as she lay sprawled out on the ground, looking up at the ceiling of the study she had been stuck in for the past hour or so. 

Shirou had some business to attend, apparently, and she had been explicitly banned from tagging along. No matter how much she had argued and pleaded, he had refused to tell her what he was doing and then vanished not long later, but not before giving her instructions to stay put until he got back. 

A part of her wondered if he had found some sort of lead about her condition and had decided to investigate it himself considering how… dangerous his investigations tended to be. 

Michiru shuddered, recalling the sensations of freefall after that chameleon beastman dropped her. If Shirou had not caught her-

She quickly pushed herself upright and swiftly shook her head, hair flying around her face as she did her best to ignore the disturbing mental image. Nope! Not thinking about it! Definitely going to forget that asap!

… But she was still bored. Horribly bored. 

“At least you’re here with me, Kuro.” She sighed as she looked over at the crow that was perched on the desk not too far away. Sleeping from the look of it. 

“Okay, just me then I guess.” Michiru dejectedly muttered before shuffling over to her basketball and scooping it up. 

Shirou probably thought he was doing her a favour by letting her bring her basketball with her before she was confined to this room, but it only made her feel worse. She was constantly reminded of the fact that she was stuck indoors, and there was barely enough space to dribble the ball. 

She could not practice shooting hoops or anything like that. Just… dribbling, and the occasional trick. 

It sucked.

Michiru squatted and listlessly bounced the ball, listening to the rapid tap tap tap as it hit the wooden floor. One could argue that at least this activity was engaging in some way, that it gave her something to do that helped the time pass by faster, but from her perspective it just made everything worse.

She was intimately aware of how slow each second seemed to tic by, how dragged out each minute was. It just made her overall annoyance towards this situation grow stronger. It grew, and grew, and grew-

Until she eventually hit her breaking point. 

In her fit of frustration, she failed to see the sparks of light that took over the arm that was dribbling the ball, and the next time she brought it down-

CRACK!

It broke the floor, but that was not the only thing it did.

Due to the bouncy nature of the basketball, after slamming into the ground it flew up towards the ceiling, where it promptly embedded itself as some bits of wood fell to the floor. 

Shirou was going to be so, so mad.  

Well it was his fault anyways! Basically, locking her up in here, even if she was fairly certain the door was not locked and that she could leave at any time. She just stayed because… 

Because she did not want to disappoint Shirou. 

For as interesting as their relationship was and how annoyed she could get with him at times, that did not mean she disliked him. On the contrary, there was a part of her that was downright awed by him at times. 

He was like a superhero! A wolf superhero who could get super violent!

At least he was starting to do better on that front, reigning in his more brutal attacks when Michiru was around unless the situation called for it. 

… Well, it would probably be a good idea to try and get that basketball down before Shirou got back. She jumped up, taking a moment to stretch her legs as she glanced over at Kuro. 

Still asleep.

It was probably too stuck for Kuro to be of any help, anyways. Which meant she would need to rely on her… powers. Ability to shapeshift, whatever you wanted to call it. 

She took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes, aimed her arms at the stuck ball, and-

Slap!

“C’mooooon.” Michiru wailed as she desperately tried to smack at the stuck ball, her gangly limbs flailing in the air. Unfortunately, none of her strikes were hard enough to dislodge it, and she did not want to risk breaking anything else. 

Hopefully, it would fall out before Shirou got back. 

With her only source of entertainment now gone for the foreseeable future, she was forced to look around and figure out if there was anything else, she could use to distract herself with. Tons of books, she definitely was not in a reading mood at the moment, so that left the desk. 

The official looking desk that she probably should leave alone.

…

As Michiru investigated the desk, she quickly noticed that in his haste, Shirou had left something rather important behind. Something she had rarely seen him without. 

His trench coat. 

There it was, resting on the back of the chair. A perfect distraction. Hesitantly, she walked over to it and poked it before looking at the door, assuming that with her luck Shirou would show up the second she touched it. 

But he did not. 

There were no witnesses other than Kuro, who was still asleep. 

It was the perfect crime.

Michiru’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she swept the trench coat off the back of the chair and immediately put it on. Funnily enough, due to the fact that she was a bit shorter than Shirou, this meant that the ends of the trench coat occasionally brushed the ground as she moved about and struck different poses. 

She felt so… so cool!

This was the best way to cure her boredom!

Of course, after she had her fill of striking cool and intimidating poses, all ones that she had seen Shirou do, she started running around the room. The bottom of the trench coat fluttered in the generated breeze, and she laughed to herself. 

No wonder he liked wearing this so much!

The sounds of her merriment mixed with her somewhat loud footsteps woke Kuro up, the bird appearing to yawn while stretching its wings. Michiru, upon seeing the bird awake, rushed over to the table and spun around. 

“Kuro! Don’t I look awesome?!” 

The bird scanned her over before nodding. It then flapped its wings and flew over to join her, settling down on the top of her head rather than her shoulder. An interesting perch for sure, but it made her smile. 

Now getting a bit more caught up in her imagining, Michiru jumped onto the desk, happy that there were no papers on it for once and struck a pose. She leaned forward, a hand resting on her forehead, making it look like she was searching for something. 

“I’m the great Ogami, protector of all the beastman!” She twisted and looked the other way, bracing her foot on the back of the chair to keep her balance. “Sometimes I’m super badass and solve crime, but other times I act like I’m a grumpy old man even though I’m an ancient, grumpy old man-”

And it was at this moment that the door to the office opened. 

Naturally, the sound immediately caught Michiru’s attention and she whirled around to see who had entered. Unfortunately, it was at this moment that she ended up slipping and falling off the desk. 

Kuro, lucky Kuro, had the wits to fly off her head the second her balance was disrupted. She let out a pained yelp as she smacked her head against the ground, curling up and clutching the aching spot. 

From the doorway, Shirou watched. He was, naturally, concerned even if he did not express it all that well. He was also wondering why she had put on his trench coat, but that question could be answered later. So, he strode towards her, Kuro perching on his shoulder as he went. 

He quickly reached the miserable ball that was Michiru and crouched down beside her. A swift look over her showed that she did not seem to have any actual injuries, and he doubted she would get a concussion from a fall like that. 

With his observations complete, he was ready to start the questioning process on why she had his trench coat. However, before he could begin, she spoke up. 

“... Sorry for wearing your coat, I just wanted to for a bit…” 

He blinked and raised a brow at the admission, curious as to what the actual reason was. “... Why?”

Michiru was silent for a moment before quietly muttering under her breath. “Becauseitmakesyoulookcool-”

Cool?

Well that was an unexpected opinion. He never would have thought that she felt that way, given how rough their relationship could be at times. It was actually quite flattering to know that she looked up to him in that way. 

Not that he showed it, of course. 

Michiru was relieved to see that it looked like he had no intention of making fun of her or mocking her for essentially dressing up as him and took this as a sign that she could press the conversation further. 

And maybe be able to use his trench coat again in the future. 

“Can I borrow it sometimes? Pleeeasee?” She begged, quickly standing up and clasping her hands together. “I promise I won’t get it dirty or lose it anywhere!” 

Shirou stared at her, appearing quite confused by her strange fixation on his trench coat. As Michiru continued to stare up at him, eyes wide and pleading, he finally figured out what to respond with. 

“If you don’t cause any trouble the next time you go out, I’ll buy you one. Might as well since I pay for practically everything of yours anyways.” 

“Really?!” Her pleading had immediately turned to excitement at his answer. She threw her arms up into the air, smiling brightly. “Thank you so much!” 

“Why’re you acting like you’re going to get it?”

“Hey! I barely cause any trouble-”

“Really?” The disbelief in Shirou’s voice was immense as he raised a brow at Michiru. “Should I recite the list?”

“The list-you’ve been keeping track?!”

Rather than answer her question, he smirked at her and cleared his throat. “Incident one-”

“I take it back! I take it back!” 

The cries mixed with Michiru flailing her arms at him got a quick, sharp laugh out of Shirou. Upon seeing how amused he was with the situation, she quickly halted her mild freak out and crossed her arms, somewhat pouting. 

Which only made Shirou laugh harder. It took a bit to get his chuckles under control, but when he did all was silent. Silent, until the no longer pouting Michiru decided to get the last word in. 

“Y’know, I bet you’d look even cooler with a tiny detective hat, or a fedora-”

“No.” 

Seconds later, the forgotten basketball finally fell from where it had been stuck in the ceiling and landed on the ground beside Shirou, bouncing several times before stopping.

Michiru looked at the ball, then looked at Shirou, then looked back to the ball.

“S-So… uh-”

“Another thing to add to the list.”

Michiru’s dismayed wails could be heard throughout the building. It looked like it would be some time before she was able to get her trench coat.

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I have so many WIPs, I have too many, but I have a mighty need to generate fluff.

I hope you all enjoyed reading!

- ImmortalCoelacanth

[ymiwritesstuff]

Heyo! Lovely Account you have! Can I request a Revali x reader scenario? Maybe he confesses to her? ^^ Thank you!

Ooh yess my first Revali request! I really love this bird and had a fun time writing for him! Please enjoy!

Important Matters

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild

Revali x Reader

Summary: You are suddenly summoned to the Rito Village by a certain someone who wants to have an important chat with you.

Arriving in Rito Village was nothing new as you’d grown quite fond of the home of the birdlike race. The whole appearance alone was something you greatly appreciated, sometimes jealous of the wings and the ability to fly gracefully through the air that the Rito possessed. The village was brimming with life thanks to the inhabitants. From the young ones to the warriors. You absolutely adored everything about this place.

That said, the reason for your visit didn’t have anything to do with the town itself rather, with someone special. Revali’s invite was sudden, to say the least. The Rito had merely encountered you when you were walking around -doing nothing in particular- and asked you to come to his village. Well, it was more of a demand anyway as he insisted on you arriving. Retrospectively, this made you laugh.

Despite Revali’s rather egotistical nature, you found great enjoyment in his presence. Sure, his almost constant rambling about how great he was tended to get somewhat annoying but a part of you felt happy for his confidence. Plus, he had endured your presence for quite some time so he probably didn’t think too lowly of you right?

Going up the stairs at the entrance, you flash a quick smile to the guard standing beside you before continuing your small journey to Revali’s landing. He hadn’t actually specified the place where you would be meeting, but you knew from past experiences that his famous landing was the most probable choice. As it came into your view though, you didn’t see him anywhere. Perhaps he was flying around somewhere or even aboard Medoh. Regardless, you arrived at the landing, sitting on the edge and waiting for a bit.

You wondered why Revali had asked you to arrive. Usually it was you who had came into the village with no invitation, but this time it was him who insisted on your arrival. Your brows frown in confusion as you think about it more, your thoughts preventing from you noticing a presence behind you.

“Deep in thought, huh?”

His voice made you jump slightly and you quickly turned towards him. His form was looming over you, wings folded in front of his chest, one of his brows above the other. You stood up, wobbling slightly due to getting up rather quickly. “My goodness Revali don’t sneak up on people!” You exclaim, running a hand through your hair. The Champion merely rolled his green eyes at your reaction. “Well, it’s not exactly my fault that you’re so busy thinking you can’t even notice me arriving!” He throws a wing to the air that then lands on his chest as he dramatically tries to get his point across. A frustrated, heavy sigh leaves your mouth as you shake your head. He was always like this.

“Okay, whatever.. So why did you ask me to come here?” For a second, his confidence drops. Your sudden question clearly catches him off guard as he struggles to answer right away. You raise your brow, your gaze stern as you wait for his answer. “I have important.. Things to discuss with you.” His reply only confuses you even more. What important matters? “And..?” You wave your hand as a sign that you need elaboration. Revali just shifts uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze. What in the name of Hylia was wrong with him?

“Well..” A frustrated sigh left your mouth as he just awkwardly stood there, refusing to look at you properly. “Spit it out, Revali. I don’t have all day.” Your tone is a lot more stern that you intended, catching both of you off guard.

“Alright alright!” Revali finally looked at you properly before sighing, mentally preparing himself. “I.. I have grown.. quite fond of you, (Name).” Your gaze softened. Was he.. confessing his feelings? Before you had the time to think about it further he continued: “For a while now, I’ve enjoyed your presence whenever you visit me and.. Well.. I’ve found myself missing that presence whenever you aren’t here”. His confession hurt his pride by a lot and frankly he felt embarrassed. “I.. Love you (Name)..” A giant smile made its way onto your face. You felt the same way about him, but something about this rare sight of him with little to no confidence was delightful. He was able to swallow his pride in this small moment and you appreciated it a lot.

Revali quickly grew anxious from the silence. “Don’t just stand there smiling for Hylia’s sake! Do you feel the same way?” A giggle could be heard from you and he was about to start ranting again, but you quickly latched yourself onto him, hugging him. “Oh, Revali you’re so adorable when you’re like this!” This was probably the only chance you’d ever get to tease him and you used it to your advantage. You could feel his wings wrap around you. “Is that a yes?” His voice was quiet and soft, something you had never heard before.

You lift your face from his chest and look up at him with a gentle smile. Then, you quickly place a small kiss on the tip of his beak which causes his eyes to widen in shock. You could only giggle at his reaction once more, as you returned to the previous embrace.

“I love you too, you birdbrain.”

[thedreammweaver]

With Drooping Wings Ye Cupids Come (Burton-Schumacherverse Riddlebird, Victorian AU, angst, Doctor!Ed, Patient!Oswald)

(A/N: Fuck historical/medical accuracy, this is a vehicle for angst and mutual yearning only)

Warnings: emetophobia tw, respiratory issues, sick pengu, talk of plague, talk of death, survivor’s guilt

“Mr. Cobblepot, please.” The exasperation was apparent in Ed’s voice. That morning Oswald had suffered an intense spell of vomiting up the greenish black bile that seemed to never stop spawning from the recesses of his being. Fortunately after some trial and error Ed had managed to mix up a solution that at least calmed Oswald’s insides enough so that he wouldn’t spend the rest of the day vomiting. The only issue was Oswald absolutely despised the taste.

 “I feel fine now..”

“Last time you said that you were ill for hours. I doubt the taste is so terrible you’d prefer that again.”

“It’s disgusting!”

“Sir, I find the prospect that you love the taste of raw fish yet cringe at citrus, peppermint, and ginger amusing.”

Oswald folded his arms stubbornly “That isn’t all that’s in there..”

Edward rolled his eyes “Ah, yes, there’s also valerian and juice from an apple. Flowers and fruit, how very terrifying. Now are you going to open your mouth or continue acting like a stubborn infant.”

Oswald glared at his live-in physician and finally relented. Ed felt a great deal of satisfaction at winning this battle as he maneuvered the spoonful of solution into the other man’s mouth. Oswald, as expected, recoiled at the taste “It isn’t that bad, sir.” Ed teased as he began clearing his medical things from Oswald’s night table so they could start their day, which usually started with Ed helping his employer dress. Before Ed had moved in this job was left to one of Oswald’s maids but after one occasion where Ed had done it to save time Oswald found he was much more comfortable with the man. It wasn’t that Oswald didn’t enjoy the sight of a woman between his legs lacing up his boots, but rather that he enjoyed the sight of Ed and the feel of his hands quite a bit more. It was more due to Oswald’s impatience at the difficulty his fused fingers caused than the deformed appendages themselves that rendered him unable to dress without his growing frustration interfering with his progress. After he’d procured enough wealth to always have someone there to do up all the buttons and intricate bits for him he definitely took advantage of it. Ed didn’t mind doing it, though he did have to control his blushing as he did up the buttons of Oswald’s trousers, hands brushing against his corpulent form. He struggled to focus as he moved to fastening the buttons of Oswald’s coat. Oswald himself was getting distracted at how the light coming in from the window practically lit up Ed’s ginger locks. He blushed as he caught himself imagining running his hands through them.

Oswald had been reluctant to go on a walk with Ed around the grounds after the heavy breakfast he’d had. As a doctor Ed knew he should probably be making a million changes to Oswald’s diet but as someone who had become completely bewitched by the man he had a conflicting want to see him happy. He supplemented putting a stop to Oswald’s tendency to indulge with making sure the man got exercise. “You know, I think I’d much rather have the plague than whatever this is.” Oswald joked hoarsely, as he stuffed handkerchief he’d just had a coughing fit into back into his pocket. He’d only really started going for walks when Ed showed up and being unused to it was putting strain on his delicate respiratory system. “You shouldn’t joke about that, sir.” Ed scolded as they continued walking, arms linked together, though they’d both insist it was only to keep Oswald steady if his enervated lungs acted up or in general with how unbalanced his walking could be.

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll summon it?” Oswald laughed. “Oh, of course. you had quite the run in with it I imagine, being a doctor and all.”

The plague had made it’s way into Gotham quite late, for a time there was a running joke among citizens that the city was so vile the plague was avoiding it. If only that had been the case. “You don’t want to hear that stor-“

“Who are you to tell me what I do and do not want to hear, Edward?”

“Of course, sir, forgive me.” Ed adjusted his spectacles as he began his tale. “I had just joined the practice when it hit. I couldn’t have been more than nineteen, practically still a child. That was such a hellish time...so much death, especially in a hospital.”

“How did you manage to avoid falling ill yourself?” Oswald inquired curiously, despite being so close with the man, he knew nearly nothing about his life before they’d met.

Ed found a chuckle escaping him despite himself “Oh, I didn’t. Manage to avoid it, I mean.”

That definitely captured Oswald’s attention fully, whether he meant to or not he’d wrapped his arm tighter around Edward’s “My god, however did you survive?”

Ed shrugged “I’m quite certain I have no idea.. The doctor that was meant to be telling me what to do dropped dead  himself, most of the nurses too. Soon it was just me, two other inexperienced doctors, and the one nurse who could still stand so I just..kept working.”

“What was it like...having it?”

“You want a review, do you?” Ed quipped.

Oswald rolled his eyes “Don’t be smart, I’m only curious.”

“..It was hell. For a time even after I recovered I was quite afraid I’d actually died and somehow was unaware.” Ed said grimly before clearing his throat “I still get those worries every now and then, sometimes I even feel as though I should’ve perished with my patients.. Luckily tending to you keeps me sane.” Ed said fondly. Oswald sighed “That’s one good thing to come out of me being ill at least.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Ed smiled “Tending to patients kept me sane then too. I was moved to the children’s ward after one patient complained that my ‘incessant rambling’ would kill her quicker than the plague could. Anyways, I recall everytime I felt the temptation to find some hole or corner to die in I’d force myself to look at those children and know that if I stopped breathing they most certainly would as well. That made me carry on, they were the only ones who appreciated my riddles anyways I supposed I owed them for that.” He chuckled, a sad note to the noise “There were about twenty or thirty children in that ward, perhaps even forty. I-I’m not certain, it was hard to keep count, it was as many as we could fit I do know that. Only two ever walked out...you’d think that’d be devastating but it was still worth it, even just for those two....” He trailed off, absently fiddling with the buttons on Oswald’s sleeve.

“Hmm..” Oswald hummed thoughtfully “I never figured you for the type to be good with little ones.”

“Neither did I!” Ed laughed “I found them to be great fun actual-“

He was interrupted by Oswald going into another coughing fit, making both of them stop as he once again pressed the handkerchief to his mouth. This time when he withdrew it the all too familiar greenish black was splattered across the white surface of the cloth “Oh dear,” Ed muttered as he looked it over “I’d say it’d be best if you had another dose when we get back, sir.” Oswald whined but before he could protest Ed spoke again “I didn’t survive the plague only to argue with you about taking your medicine.” He joked. Oswald relented “Fine. You’re a real bastard, you know that?”

“Yes, I do, sir.” Ed said cheekily as he and the shorter man began walking back to Cobblepot manor.

   Though Oswald was still dreading his medication, he was much more relaxed this time. When they’d reached the house Oswald felt quite like having a warm milk bath to nurse the pain in his overworked ankles. There were rose petals in the bath as well, Oswald’s fanciful tastes permeating every aspect of his life. Ed came over to the tub, spoonful of medicine in hand once again. Oswald didn’t put up a fuss this time though he still cringed at the taste. Before Ed could finish putting away his medical things Oswald interrupted “Edward?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I have such a terrible ache in my shoulders, I don’t suppose you’d be any good at massaging?”

Ed could feel the blush spreading across his face “I-I could give it a go, I suppose.”

Ed walked back over and knelt at the head of the tub and gingerly placed his hands on Oswald’s shoulders. “Get on with it then.” The shorter man instructed. Ed began slowly massaging Oswald’s shoulders, trying not to think about how soft the man’s bare skin felt, he could feel Oswald almost immediately relax under him. Desperate to distract himself from his own yearning Ed turned to a riddle “I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking. What am I?”

Oswald scoffed before answering “A fish.”

“Right as always, sir.” Ed didn’t mean to let the disappointment seep into his voice but it must have. “If you don’t want me to solve them you’ll have to stop catering them to me.” Oswald huffed. Ed blushed, he hadn’t realized he’d been choosing ones with answers of things Oswald was fond of. “It’s almost always spirits, birds, or something else you know I love. You really must bring me a stimulating one next time.” Oswald sighed. Ed nodded “I will certainly try.”

     “Edward?” Oswald called out when he heard the floorboards in the hallway creaking. Ed stepped into the doorway and for a moment all Oswald could focus on was how beautiful he looked in the moonlight. “Yes, sir?”

“Why are you stalking about my house in the dead of night like a specter?”

“It’s cold, I was only going to sleep in the sitting room if that’s alright. I’m sorry if I disturbed you, sir.” Ed’s drafty attic room was currently to frigid to sleep in due to the early spring weather. “Oh...alright, carry on then.” Oswald said. Ed was about to do just that when something occurred to Oswald and he found words tumbling from his mouth despite himself “Actually, Edward?” the taller man turned around and tilted his head, waiting for Oswald to continue speaking. Oswald hoped Ed couldn’t see him blushing “It..it’s quite warm over here.” He patted the bed sincerely hoping his boldness wouldn’t put Ed off. Ed looked down at the floor “Would-wouldn’t that be improper?”

Oswald fumbled for an excuse “There’s nothing improper about self preservation. My health depends on you preforming your job well and your performance depends on you getting an adequate amount of rest.” Ed, satisfied with the excuse, walked over to crawl into bed next to Oswald while trying very hard to not appear as giddy as he felt. A few moments passed before Oswald spoke again “You- erm...I figure you would warm up quicker if you were closer to me.” Ed tried to slow his breathing as he shuffled closer to Oswald, pressing his thin lanky frame to his employer’s weighty soft one. “It’s the damndest thing,” Ed whispered “My lips are still quite freezing-“ he was interrupted by a frustrated groan from Oswald.

“To hell with these circumlocutions, you wish for me to kiss you, yes?”

“Uh-..y-yes, sir, I do.” With that confirmation Oswald closed the small distance between them, pressing his lips to Ed’s and finally letting himself bring one of his flippers up to stroke those ginger locks he’d admired for so long. Ed found himself wrapping his arms around Oswald’s ample waist. He was afraid he’d offended the other man as he broke their kiss but his fears were almost immediately put to rest. “If we’re going to be so intimate you really must stop calling me ‘sir’ all the time.” Oswald said, pulling Ed even closer. “Of course, s- I-I mean Oswald.” Ed fumbled. Oswald chuckled at the other man’s stuttering before meeting lips with him once more.

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Tease

requested by anon: Hi!! , i was wondering if you could write something where the reader can read minds and she can hear that warren has a massive crush on her, so she always act confident in front of him. And maybe some smut with sub warren??

word count: 1.8K

A/N: this took forever i am so sorry! also i didn’t have time for the smut :( but pls enjoy

Monday, September 16th. 7:42 am

(Y/n)’s eyes were half closed as she looked over her calculus quiz. Getting a pop quiz was never fun, but having a pop quiz during your first period? Well, that’s just the definition of hell. 

She was supposed to be solving for a geometric limit (something she had studied for), but her brain hadn’t woken up yet. Instead, she turned to her mutation for answers. She looked towards Kurt who was seated in front of her. (Y/n) focused on him, trying to get into his head.

“As x approaches b? Vhat does that even mean?”

Kurt’s thoughts were no help, he seemed just as lost as she was. She moved to focus on Scott, who was seated a few chairs over from her. (Y/n) eyes flicked towards him, trying to not be noticed by the teacher. 

(Y/n) finally got into his mind, just to be suddenly overwhelmed by noise. 

“It’s the EYE OF THE TIGER! IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT-”

Scott was too busy singing Survivor’s newest hit to himself to share answers. 

(Y/n) let out a long sigh, looking around at the other students. She didn’t trust most of the kids enough to steal answers from them, but she figured she didn’t have many options either way. 

Looking around to find someone smart, (Y/n)’s eyes were caught by the stark white of Warren’s wings. They looked so pristine under the florescent lighting, making him truly look like an angel.

Wonder what he’s thinking about, she thought to herself.  

Despite liking him for so long, (Y/n) had managed to refrain from peeking into his mind, afraid he might find out and be upset with her (and also possibly afraid that she might hear that he likes someone else). 

Before (Y/n) knew what was happening, she was inside Warren’s mind. She could hear his breath roaring in her ears. 

“She’s not writing anything either- that’s a good sign. If she fails this quiz too, I won’t look stupid in front of her. Or maybe I should try and impress her. Or would I just look like a douche?”

Warren’s head was filled with thoughts surrounding a certain “she”. (Y/n) could only guess that he was talking about Ororo, who was only a few chairs in front of him. The two were very close, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he liked her (although she tried to push those thoughts away). 

And that’s why you don’t spy on crushes, you only get hurt, she thought. 

(Y/n) tried to make herself shut him out, but part of her wouldn’t let go. She was holding onto his words, somehow enjoying his nervous tone. It made her feel closer to him, having never seen that side of Warren. He was usually quiet, but it seemed like in his own head he tended to ramble on nervously. It was cute. 

“Maybe she could tutor me- no what if she thinks I’m dumb, she wouldn’t date a dumb dude. But also we’d get to spend time together.”

Warren was running through pros and cons of asking the girl to tutor him, and he was being quite thorough, which (Y/n) thought was sweet. He really cared for this mystery girl (probably Ororo, but still not 100% sure.) and despite (Y/n)’s heart being crushed, she was happy he was happy. 

“Plus (Y/n) has the same study hall as me so it could work out great! I guess I need to actually ask her- oh fuck I need to actually ask her.”

(Y/n) felt her jaw drop, her head whipping from the front of the room to face Warren. As she turned, she caught him staring at her. His faced turned red and he looked down at his quiz quickly. 

Me? Holy fuck! He likes me!

(Y/n) quickly tuned into Warren’s thoughts once again, hearing him scold himself.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit- she saw me. It’s fine, you’re fine, Warren. Just play it cool. Keep it cool.”

(Y/n) bit down on her lip to repress her smile. 

He. Likes. Me.

She turned to look back at Warren. His face was buried in his hands, his quiz pushed to the other side of the desk. It seemed he had given up on it.

Maybe I should ask if he wants tutoring, she thought. 

(Y/n) figured Warren wouldn’t make the first move, so she planned to ask him during lunch that day. 

She went through the rest of her morning classes like she was floating. Having her crush like her back was something that had never happened to her before. It was amazing.

Now the only thing was to somehow get Warren to ask her out. Although (Y/n) already knew how he felt, she didn’t want to make that move. She knew him well enough to know that he got embarrassed when girls did the “boy’s” job (toxic masculinity in the 80s, am i right?). 

If she just acted a bit more confident and up front, he’d be sure to ask her out in no time. 

As fourth period came to a close, (Y/n) went over what she wanted to say to Warren in her head. She wanted to offer tutoring help, but not accidentally make him feel dumb or act like she was better than him. (She was probably overthinking this, but she tended to do that around him).

The bell rang and she swung her bag over her shoulder, rushing down the stairs to get in line before it got too long. Looking ahead in line, she saw Warren near the front. Her breathing started to pick up and she went over her words once again. 

After getting her food, she walked towards Warren’s table where he sat with Peter, Kurt, and Scott.

“Hey, Warren! And, uh, everyone else I guess.. Anyway! I was wondering if you wanted to study for math in the library after school some time? This unit is pretty hard and the test is next week so.. yeah.”

“Y-yeah! I mean uh, yes. I would like that, yeah. Today? Can we do today? I’m free after school.” His face was red and the words spilled out, unable to stop himself from totally embarrassing himself.

“Sure, yeah! I’m down. I’ll see you then,” she said as she walked away.

Warren nodded, licking his dry lips, “O-okay!”

Peter burst into laughter once (Y/n) was out of earshot, “God, that was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What? Shut up! I was cool.”

“You were definitely not cool. You need to relax around her. Just chill.”

“Or,” Scott said in between bites of his pizza, “Just ask her out already and see what happens.”

“I can’t do that! It’s way to early for that! She’ll- she’ll say no and I can’t take that.”

Scott shrugged, “Fine. You’re suffering, not mine. Do what you wish.”

Warren huffed, returning to his food before the lunch period ended. 

At 3:00 after his last class he pushed his way through the hallway and towards the library, wanting to beat (Y/n) there so he could get set up and look sophisticated. He opened the door, taking a seat at a table towards the back for privacy. 

(Y/n) joined him about 5 minutes later, lips stretched into a smile. “Hey! Sorry, had to run upstairs to get my textbook.” 

She sat down next to him, plopping the textbook on the table.

“Okay, so! Should we start with algebraic limits? I’m better with those.”

Warren nodded, cheeks red as (Y/n) stared at him, waiting for an answer. She flipped open the book and moved to pull out her notebook. As she was moving her hand brushed Warren’s, making him turn even redder. 

He tried to follow Peter’s advice, but wasn’t any good at keeping his “chill” around the girl of his dreams.

She touched my hand! 

(Y/n) laughed a little when she heard his inner voice. To mess with him further, she placed her hand on his arm while explaining the first practice problem.

She’s- She’s touching me! Oh god, she’s so pretty.

Her face heated up from Warren’s internal comments. (Y/n) flipped the page, reading out loud about the limit definition formula. Her right hand was flipping pages as her left fell to Warren’s thigh.

“So as x approaches h, you can use the same power rule to avoid solving for h and f...”

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I- what the fuck. 

Suddenly Warren coughed, his head whipping down and back up quickly, but (Y/n) continued reading as if she didn’t notice.

Oh god, will she notice I have a boner? Oh fuck, I’m awful!

(Y/n) suddenly choked on her words, looking at Warren quickly.

“Wh- I mean, uh, which problem should we start with?”

Warren shrugged, face bright red, “U-uhm, any is fine.”

They studied for the next hour and half, (Y/n)’s hand occasionally hitting Warren just to see his reaction.

After their studying session, (Y/n) returned to her dorm room, frustrated that Warren hadn’t asked her out when she was being so obvious that she liked him! 

“I guess I need to do a little bit more,” she thought to herself.

The next day in their training period, she had decided to partner up with Warren (who of course immediately said yes). Raven was teaching about how to throw an opponent off balance by kicking out their legs from under them and pin them down.

Oh great, so I’ll be spending today on top of (Y/n), Warren thought. His face burned at the idea of (Y/n) pinning him down.

(Y/n) smiled, loving the way he blushed so easily. She spent the next half an hour repeatedly pinning him to the ground, smiling at him from above.

“Gotcha!”

Warren laughed, “S-sure do.”

By the end of training, Warren felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Not because he was tired, but because (Y/n) always made him breathless.

She approached him where he was drinking from the water fountain. “You’re cute when you blush, by the way.” 

Warren spun around to face her, “T-thanks? Thanks. So, uh, so are you. Not- not just when you blush, I mean- like-”

“Thank you,” she cut off his rambling.

Ask me out! Ask me out! Please!, she thought.

Warren nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

You know what? Fuck this!, (Y/n) thought.

“I know you like me.”

“W-what?” he sputtered out. “I- I don’t, I don’t like you! W-where did you hear that?”

“Well, sorta heard it from you. I really didn’t mean to look into your head, it just kind of happened.”

Warren gulped, eyes wide, “O-oh. O-okay, sorry.”

“What, no don’t be sorry! I like you too!”

Warren let out a long breath, “Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“Just wanted to tease you a bit more.”

“That’s evil!”

“Oh, you love it.”

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Types of INTP

As many of you may have noticed, INTPs come in different flavors. Some of my closest friends are INTPs, and I have noticed some differences between them that I have not spotted in other types (ENFPs seem more homogeneous to me, I know a bunch and they have basically the same values, outlooks on life and even similar (or the same) interests). In consequence, I have decided to classify my beloved INTP to see if we can understand this better (or even arrive to the conclusion that some of my friends are mistyped). After thinking for a while, I have decided to keep it simple and describe only two different types or INTPs. I know it’s not enough, but I don’t have all the information that I would need to make an accurate description of other subtypes of INTPs (I think there might be at least another one). Feel free to comment, add or correct anything you may find here. Let’s go.

INTP 1 - AKA Chill INTP :

Looks/vibes:

This INTP looks like the most carefree person alive. Seriously. They are often cute and definitely have their style. Why do they say that INTP have a horrible fashion sense, then? Well, it’s just that their style is not the conventional style. They can be obsessed with certain parts of their bodies (e.g. perfect nails) and completely neglect others. Or they can aspire to look in a certain way (kawaii, really kawaii) that could look inappropriate in someone their age. They don’t care. They dress as they want, ignoring other wishes and advice. And sometimes it works out. 

In general, they look rather sociable and happy. Try approaching them and you may be surprised. Sometimes, Chill looks even dreamy and you can tell they are fantasizing about having a dragon pet or whatever.

Habitat:

They dwell in their rooms and when they go out, they wish they were on their room. This type of INTP has watched more than 50 TV shows this last year, and probably reads a lot of fanfic. Their room is their sanctuary and is often filled with the interests of the owner, packed with action figures, tech, their clothes or maybe some painting that they did years ago and didn’t want to throw out.

Personality and interests:

Chill INTP is curious. He/She/That thing over there is an INTP after all. They remind me of  an ENFP (Ne here) because the way they talk about about their passions and dreams. To put it bluntly: they can’t talk about a single topic for more than five minutes before changing the subject to something different. They do this with a bubbly/excited look and act like everything is possible for them (but then they are “too lazy” for achieving said dreams) (this has literally been said by two of them so it’s not an insult). 

This Chill INTP loves series, fanfics, memes and the Internet as a concept. They have mastered every single shortcut of their computer and act like it’s part of their bodies.

Although Chill INTP looks approachable, they hate small talk and are very shy and private. Above all, they have trouble initiating conversations. If you befriend them, though, they will open up and flood you with an unending stream of ideas.

Academics: Chill is smarter than the average person, but also lazier than the average person. What’s worse, they know that they are smart and sometimes (only with their closest friends) can brag about it. While it’s true that they are bright and have no trouble understanding complex topics (actually the more abstract, the better), they lack motivation and often procrastinate. Sometimes, usually in hight school exams, they are able to successfully wing it and get good grades with almost zero effort. They will still whine a bit after getting an 8 in some subject that they didn’t even read, though. However, this “luck” (talent, actually, it’s raw intelligence plus a little bit of rhetorics and an innocent look) doesn’t last forever.

In the end, no matter how academically talented Chill may be, after missing a thousand classes and studying for maybe ten seconds, Chill fails. Hard. Usually for the first time in University. But it’s not that they can’t do it, it’s just that they don’t want to put in the effort right now. Maybe later.

Personal opinion:

This INTP is reaaaally fun to hang out with (I’m an INTJ, maybe we click because of that). They are witty, punny and can cheer you up with their innocence or random remarks. In addition, they get sarcasm (THANK YOU) and are not afraid of saying something regarded as “insensitive” if it’s true. This Chill INTP can be a bit stubborn, and will not change their behavior even if they admit it’s damaging them. 

Overall, they are nice and don’t ask for much attention.  

P.S: Chill INTP is NOT chill all the time. They can have breakdowns where all of their frustration gets out and they can cry in disappointment because the are not living up to their own standards. The agony disappears after a while, and they come back to their laptop and keep scrolling with a smile on their faces.

INTP 2 - AKA  NERDY INTP:

Looks/vibes:

Nerdy INTP does not care at all about how they look. It’s a practical question, not a fashion contest, and they are going to pick anything as long as it covers the parts of their body that can’t be publicly shown. The plainer, the better, this way they can combine anything in their wardrobes.

Also, this INTP does not look “chill” at all. It’s more like a quiet fragile serenity that could explode anytime. There is a difference there. Chill INTP is very comfortable anywhere, even in the midst of a crowd, they just do their own thing and ignore everyone. Nerdy INTP is watching over you, analyzing your patterns and thinking, always thinking. This INTP is full of anxiety and is shyer than chill INTP. And when they are looking at a wall they are either thinking hard about the wall itself (colour, texture, design) or totally lost inside some theory inside their mind. The thing is that you know that they are questioning things.

Habitat:

Their rooms, but with zero clutter. It’s not minimalism, it’s a prison cell with the occasional coffee machine. They have a laptop, books and a bed, but that’s all. This INTP lives in his head, not on Earth. That’s why they don’t mind going outside, but they do this to think elsewhere, not to be elsewhere. Their heads are a mystery, I would describe them if I could.

Personality and interests:

Nerdy is not merely curious, Nerdy is utterly obsessed with knowledge and the truth. This means that they can research a single topic for like 40 hours nonstop and speak about it too, getting deeper and deeper and finding internal contradictions between the different sources until you (random listener) can no longer know anything. But they really understand it, and it just comes easy for them. They can keep their concentration forever and ever until their body stops working and they get into a random nap. Then they jump to the topic again.

Nerdy likes talking about different subjects. Unlike Chill, once Nerdy chooses ONE topic, he will remain in that area until nothing more can be said (which is approximately never) or until the other person changes the topic. Nerdy also strongly prefers one to one conversations, while Chill can manage up to four/five people at the same time. 

In short, Nerdy seems much more focused and driven than Chill, but they are not natural achievers (#goalz #checklists) like an INTJ. Instead, they seek pure knowledge for the sake of it, to deepen their understanding of the world. They don’t need to change it, they just think that it’s interesting to dive into the most obscure and complex topics and master them. Their thirst is not for power but for wisdom.  

Nerdy is as Internet addicted as Chill but it’s easier to find them looking for papers than watching Netflix on their own. They have three or four series that they love but they are usually complex (picture high fantasy) and the things they read are not the cliché YA novels in which Chill tends to indulge more.

Academics:

If Nerdy has chosen a career that sparks his interests, he will do great in his knowledge field. At least, Nerdy will spend hours and hours reading about this topic and becoming an expert. They will understand EVERYTHING and create a sort of “mind map” in their minds (just a map, then) with concepts and their connections. Nerdy is a bit lazy too, but their curiosity and intellect alone if directed towards the adequate career can take them to the top (or at least they are not whining at the bottom as sometimes Chill does).

Even if both Chill and Nerdy feel incompetent, Chill actually puts 3/10 effort and ends up getting a 5. Nerdy studies a lot (maybe not the most important things, they will probably get lost in the interesting bits) and try to do their best. Even if their results are great, they will feel as if they had failed because they are too perfectionistic. 

To sum up, they work harder and get more results than Chill, but also set higher standards for themselves, which leads them to often overexert themselves and have higher levels of anxiety. This is why they do nOT look so chill.

Personal opinion:

For me, Nerdy feels like a caffeinated, stronger, sharper version of Chill. Maybe a little more hopeless and cynic, maybe more concerned with astrophysics than the newest One Piece episode. If Chill was fun, Nerdy is a hundred times funnier. However, Nerdy is also incapable of small talk (Chill knows how to, he just doesn’t want to do it and tries to avoid it) and has more trouble meeting new people. This INTP is only capable of speaking logically, and will destroy you incoherent arguments in seconds (yeah, every conversation feels like a debate). If you show any weakness, they will show no mercy.  This side of them can bore or get tiresome for the more dictatorial (Nerdy will call out your bullshit, authority means nothing), harmony loving (debates are just debates, no feelings involved) (however, if you think that disagreeing equals hating each other, you are so fucked here) or happy-go-lucky (”Don’t think and be happy”) types. 

If you are not ready to do some mental exercise, then leave alone Nerdy and go back to Instagram. If you go, try to chatter with Nerdy and then disregard all his ideas/hypothesis/arguments and it gets upset, you are a mere asshole. I actually love Nerdy INTP and think that his brain should be protected as World Heritage.

Things both (I think all INTP) subtypes have in common:

Curiosity about the most random things.

They hate small talk and initiating conversations.

They are so much fun for an INTJ.

They can be very insensitive when talking to other people (not a big bother for an NT)

All energy is redirected to their heads, their bodies are nOT fully operative.

They are always up for: COFFEEE, films or going to a new restaurant. 

People love them and they don’t want to admit it.

They feel different but never complain about it (and never flaunt it as a virtue).

They have meltdowns and they saw them coming.

They love the Internet.

Kinky. Very specific kinks and you can’t kinkshame them. It’s better to join them.

They look innocent, like sweet cinnamon rolls but they are not.

P.S:

Maybe these two types are not well described and some of you think that Chill is just more well, relaxed Nerdy. Or that Nerdy has more willpower than Chill. I don’t know. I honestly think that both have different manifestations of the INTP functions and they are true INTP regardless of their differences. I also think that both are fun, smart and can become great friends. 

P.S2:

@intp-the-thinker​ @intpmd this is for both of you, feel free to abort this unborn theory/hypothesis.

[heroacademiaimagines]

Fluff Alphabet: Hawks/Takami Keigo

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Hawks likes to see how high you’ll let him fly you up, even better if you can fly with him somehow. The two of you are frequently on the tops of buildings or bridges, staring out at the view, with him having you securely wrapped in his arms to prevent you from plummeting to your death. You get used to heights with him, even feeling a bit jealous that he got to see the world this way so often.

He likes to just spend his time with you relaxing, lounging on the couch, doing absolutely nothing as he wants to take his day off as a true day off. You know that as the number two hero, and even when he was number three, that he was often called in to handle problems on his days off, which gave him even more reason to want to relax while he could. He would be appreciative if your days off matched with his, just so he could at least get to see you (and have an excuse to anchor you to the couch/bed with him).

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Your patience seems to be never-ending, even if you responded sarcastically to his poking and prodding at times; you made all attempts that you could to understand the way he thinks, and you proved more than once that you were thoughtful, preferring to form your own opinions even if they went against the grain. When it comes to his double-agent status, he can tell you next-to-nothing about it, only giving off implications that he’s involved in something important, and he feels content knowing that you trust him enough not to pry.

There’s nothing about you that isn’t beautiful to him, but he admits that he feels that way mostly because he’s so deeply in love with you that he couldn’t possibly feel any other way. It’s rare to hear something so gushy and romantic come out of his mouth without him snickering or smirking afterwards, but you know that he’s not lying; he did love you, or he wouldn’t waste his time on you. He might not be the greatest when it comes to waxing poetic prose, but he made you feel protected and supported when it mattered most.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Joking nature aside, it might be rare to see Hawks get serious, but he knows when the situation calls for it. His voice is even, calm, not the slightest hint of condescension in it as he talks to you, trying to calm you down and pinpoint the exact problem that’s triggering you. His logical, but also relaxed approach, can help you to calm down efficiently or to see things in a new light. Otherwise, if you’re in need of comfort food or just being held, he’s more than willing to offer his services.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

There had always been a place for you in his future, even before the two of you were officially together. Your friendship had been something he treasured over the years, something he didn’t know how he’d be sane without, and having you by his side or working alongside him just seemed like a natural dream to have. It’s when he started having dreams of you in wedding attire, or holding a tiny, red-winged baby, that he realized he had fallen hard and those dreams only seemed to multiply after your romantic feelings for each other were confirmed and you started a relationship. He knows the dream is simple, almost too picturesque or boring, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Hawks seems to thrive with a partner who’s more dominate than him, but it doesn’t bother him either way because he’s a man who will rebel against authority and do what he wants regardless. Passive doesn’t quite fit him either, as he’s more in-between, knowing when to take a relaxed stance and knowing when to flex his independence. Either way, he doesn’t think too deeply about the relationship dynamic and just goes with the natural flow of it.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He doesn’t tend to hold grudges, as he sees the world in a different way and things that are unforgivable to some are easily forgivable to him. But there are things that do truly irk him or get a rise out of him, which is where you find he can stay angry for almost an abnormally long amount of time. No amount of apologies can get him to forgive you until he’s ready to, making him rather frustrating to deal with until it blows over. He’s annoying, a bit condescending, kind of an asshole, essentially. Fighting with him is never any fun, so luckily, it doesn’t happen very often, if at all.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Hawks had never truly thought he’d find someone who’d be able to stand him, understand him, and still be a great person to be around. He knows not only is he stressful to deal with, but so is his position, and there had been more than one conversation about what should happen in case of his death. You couldn’t ask him not to be a hero, and you had great faith in his strength and intelligence, but you can just feel that there’s something more happening that he’s not shining a light on. All you can do is tell him to be safe and support him whenever you can, something he is grateful for. Having someone care about him so genuinely, someone he’s intimate with and who knows him inside and out, is a special feeling that he wouldn’t ever want to throw away.

He’s aware that you’re patient with him, he’s aware that you know how dangerous a position he’s put himself in even without actual knowledge of what it was, and he’s aware that he’s lucky to have found someone like you. Dating a hero in the top ten might be great for status or building a reputation, but those people generally didn’t realize the type of patience and hard work a relationship with a hero needed. He would be a fool, which he admittedly is at times, to not appreciate the fact that your love for him never wavers even when he doesn’t have the chance to see you, or when he breaks yet another date because of handling a problem.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There’s one particular secret that he’s hiding from you, for obvious reasons. He doesn’t want to endanger you by making you a target, and even tries to lessen your public appearances together; you don’t take offense to this even when he doesn’t explain himself, knowing there must be a reason behind his actions as there almost always was. It just goes to show the trust you’d built between the two of you.

But other than that, Hawks is rather open about sharing things with you. He’ll talk about past experiences, past relationships, anything you’d talk about with a significant other, even embarrassing things (he makes a joke at the beginning of your relationship that you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, so that you wouldn’t go to the press with anything he tells you).

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He thinks it’s only natural that someone you love helps you grow into a better person, and though his base personality doesn’t change, he finds that he’s far happier and perhaps a bit less pessimistic than he used to be. There’s a different kind of future he imagines for himself that doesn’t just involve his hero work now, and it’s not something he’d ever thought about before being with you; it’s not something that feels right without you, either, so it’s how he knows the change is from you specifically.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He just thinks it’s funny, and even if he does truly feel jealous, he just laughs it off and moves on from it. He’s not the type to act on his jealousy, perhaps even joking with the other person about you before gripping their shoulder a bit too tightly and telling them they should probably be careful about how they talked about you. He’s not the type to assume anything is happening behind his back without solid proof, and the twenty different gossip articles a day that come out ‘spotting you with different heroes’ mean nothing to him.

When he does get jealous, he doesn’t actually know how to deal with it. He knows what he’s feeling is probably illogical but he can’t help the anger that bubbles up when he sees someone getting too friendly with you, too handsy, and even if he tries to smile his irritation clearly shows in his eyes. You shouldn’t be at all surprised if he seems rather possessive of you when you’re home, refusing to let you out of his grip and showering you with affection; you can tell when he’s jealous and simply indulge him, letting him work out his feelings in any way that he’s comfortable with.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Hawks kisses are ridiculously teasing, his stubble rubbing against your face while he places fleeting kisses on your lips, never staying long enough for you to feel satisfied. He likes to make you squirm before he gives you what you want, even better if you actually beg or whine that you want a proper kiss. He also likes to lean close, never quite closing the gap, waiting for you to make the next move just to assure that his kisses are actually wanted; they very much are as they’re shockingly addictive, and you find it hard to let him go even when you both need air.

The first kiss felt like an intense moment, after a battle, where too many things had happened and your life had been in danger more than once. To have him safely in front of you, even if most of his feathers were gone, made you finally feel safe again; you rush into his arms without a second thought, and the moment your head tilted up to look at his face, he made the first move. You’re momentarily in shock that he would do such a thing, especially because he would see this as a cliché moment to finally admit his feelings for you, but you decide that the jokes and teasing can wait until later, and fully let yourself be absorbed in the moment.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Hawks doesn’t know what type of inner issue he might have that prevents him from easily saying ‘I love you’ to a person that he knows he loves, but it’s there, present, looming over him and leaving him unable to verbally respond when you say those three little words to him for the first time. You don’t seem to take it badly, you understand that he might not be comfortable, but that only frustrates him more. He does love you. He does want to say it. But there’s fear holding him back, fear of what those words might mean for you, fear of what might happen if he screws all of this up. When he finally does say it is when he’s come to terms with the fact the future was always up in the air, that he could protect you from any danger that comes your way to the best of his ability… There’s no reason for him to hold himself back any longer.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Hawks didn’t really have an opinion on marriage, he thinks it’s fine for people who want to get married but he always saw himself as more of a free agent. Not to say that the he wasn’t into the idea of having one partner for the rest of his life, it’s just that at the point in his life where he was now, it just seemed like a far-off thing to deal with later. Meeting a partner that he actually wanted to marry would be the thing that finally gets the idea of marriage to be something he’s interested in.

He tries to think of a creative way to propose, one that’s in private so you’re not pressured to say yes to him, but unfortunately, it doesn’t quite work out the way he plans. He leaves the ring in the pocket of his jacket, which he asks you to dig through to find a paper that he needed, without realizing it was still there. When he hears your squeak of surprise and the sound of it falling to the ground, he lets out a groan and realized he’d have to come up with something sweet and cute and memorable on the spot. He picks the ring up off the ground and confirms that it was meant for you (obviously), saying he had grandiose plans, but you were always unpredictable, even now.

The marriage is one that’s very spontaneous, but loving, supportive, and full of plenty of sarcasm. He very much enjoys the fact that you share a last name now and that he gets to call you his in an even more official way, often calling you his spouse in conversation as if flexing on the other person in conversation. It’s a happy marriage, at least, even with a few bumps in the road and some frustrations born from his work as a hero.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Most mushy, romantic nicknames are said with a tone that implies he’s not being serious, like my darling or honey or sugar plum. He generally prefers to call you babe or baby, or a shortened version of your name, but those are left for behind closed doors when he wants to be affectionate and cute.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When he’s in love… he likes to think that he’s not any different. Being in love doesn’t change who he is, or his hero work, or anything else about what he has to deal with daily, it just makes things seem a little lighter, especially when you’re around. He makes obvious attempts to spend more time around you, or at least tries to talk to you as much as he can, most of his free time centered around you. It’s the first hint to you that he might have a crush on you at least, as Hawks hardly goes out of his way to spend his free time with anyone.

On the outside, he doesn’t appear to be much different, though it’s noted by those close to him that the time you two spend around each other only seems to be increasing. He, once again, likes to think he isn’t changing and that it isn’t obvious, but there had been rumors since the two of you had begun to be seen together that he had a thing for you. None of them would bother bringing it up as he’s unlikely to confess to anything easily, and it wasn’t worth the energy or frustration that would come from questioning him.

He tries to be smooth, God does he try, but he finds there’s something about you that makes his brain feel like it’s covered in a fog and he can’t find the right words. He starts off by mumbling how he feels, and then accidentally delivers a back-handed compliment which came out entirely wrong, and it just goes downhill for him there. He’s sweating as he tries to recover, acting as though he meant to do all of that when you finally manage to work out what he’s trying to tell you. You simply rolled your eyes at him, nodding along and pretending you believed his excuse.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Hawks is wishy-washy when talking to others about his romantic relationship with you, only trusting a handful of people with the knowledge that you’re dating. He knows rumors will run wild, but as long as he’s a double agent for the League, he had to do all that he could to protect you. Otherwise, as long as you were okay with the large amount of attention you’d garner from dating a top ten hero, he wouldn’t mind letting the world know you were together (no announcement, but he wouldn’t make a point of hiding you away when you were on dates). He’s still tight-lipped about it if anyone asks questions too personal, thinking those types of things should stay between the two of you.

He talks highly of you naturally, without even realizing he’s doing it, as he’s rather fond of you and clearly admires you in different ways. When it comes to talking about how much he loves you, he does find he’s a bit apprehensive about getting too romantic or poetic in front of people who aren’t you, as he had a hard enough time being that way when it was the two of you alone. The same tends to happen with physical affection, where he doesn’t mind being seen flying around with you or kissing your cheek, but anything more can make him flustered, as those are things that he wants for just the two of you to enjoy (and he values his privacy greatly).

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Though he can be incredibly annoying, he’s still endearing, charming, and has the ability to cheer you up without even trying. He knows when you need his support the most, always being honest with you when he notices something and trying to pull you out of your funk gently, instead of yanking at you aggressively. He’s a person with some tact, who wants the best for you and who you know would never lie or mislead you, which means you can’t help but completely trust him.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He has some trouble with romance, feeling awkward or like he’s not being genuine if he doesn’t throw in a sarcastic comment or a joke. He tries for you if it’s something you truly want, but he prefers to just love you his own way, the best way he knows how. He still takes you on dates or tells you that you’re beautiful, he loves you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, etc, but don’t expect it to be often. He’s a very casual person and he prefers having a significant other that feels like both a lover and a best friend.

He still wants to do everything he can to make you happy, as you being unhappy seems to make him feel unhappy, too. He’ll buy you just about anything you want when he can, he spends just about all of his free-time doing things with you, it just seems natural that your happiness is on his priority list (and his was on yours, which just made everything fit together wonderfully). He tries to come up with a few interesting dates and experiences for the two of you to go through together, so his love tends to lean on the creative side rather than the traditionally romantic.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

It depends on what you wish to achieve. If you want to be a better hero, with good opportunities to bolster your own reputation, he wouldn’t mind you working under him in the slightest. He would trust you enough to make a good name for his Agency, and working alongside you would likely be interesting, even if you were mostly independent. He wants to support the things you believe in, even if they’re not things he quite understands or cares for himself, as long as they’re not heinous in nature. He believes in you, he trusts you, you mean a great deal to him and hopefully you wouldn’t betray that trust anytime soon.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Hawks is all about going with the flow, doing whatever’s necessary to keep you happy and keep the relationship thriving. He doesn’t really mind trying out new things, though he feels like there are some conservative ideals he holds (he’d like for your relationship to remain monogamous for example) that he wouldn’t be too willing to compromise on. Otherwise, he feels like your relationship isn’t very conventional, nor does it have a solid routine, so it rarely feels like things are stale between you.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Hawks knows you almost as well as he knows himself, or he’d like to, at least. He likes to know every little thing, even the darkest things that some might not want to admit to; he’d have a hard time talking about those parts of himself, too, but finding that perfect partner who he could open up to, and who opened up to him? That’s true love in his opinion. Empathy he can struggle with, but he does always at least try to be sympathetic, not wanting to piss you off or sadden you for no good reason. He might not always understand why you act the way you do, but he knows you’re not without your own flaws or reasoning, so he’s willing to listen to any explanation if you leave him completely baffled.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

If you weren’t important to him, he wouldn’t have you as his significant other. He’d had crushes before on others, but none had ever struck him quite like you had, another thing that had set you apart from those previous people. His relationship with you isn’t just a romance, it’s a friendship, it’s his support, it feels like home, and there’s no solid value that he can place on it. It’s so important to him that he can’t even put into words what it means, it’s just this feeling, this tugging at his heart, that tells him how truly invaluable you are to him. His career also matters, but he doesn’t see the two as being on the same poll, refusing to compare the two and knowing that you wouldn’t force him to pick, either.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He surprisingly is. He tries to act aloof and like he doesn’t require much affection, and he’s not quite the clingy type, not minding having a lot of personal time and not minding if you required a lot of alone time. But when you were together, he’s always touching you, always pulling you towards him or blocking your escape routes with his wings as he tackles you to the couch or bed and refuses to let you leave his grip. He just wants to feel your lips on his skin and the way your finger strokes his cheek, it grounds him back in reality, it reminds him that he’s not just a hero but a human who wants to be held and taken care of.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Hawks hates it when he gets this way, calling himself laughably pathetic for missing you when you were so within his reach. Duty calls though, and he can’t sacrifice the time when he’s needed, so he’ll normally shoot you a quick text or two while he’s patrolling. This isn’t entirely abnormal as he checks in with you daily unless he’s extremely busy, but sometimes you’ll even receive a phone call, knowing he wants to be soothed by the sound of your voice. The calls never last long, but they do include you mentioning you miss seeing his face, and promising to give him all sorts of love when he does finally have some free-time again. These calls are enough to reinvigorate him to keep moving forward even when the days seem to be going impossibly slow, but they tend to only make him miss you more.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Hawks nearly wears himself out in the beginning of the relationship due to trying to spend as much time with you as he can, knowing his busy schedule could leave a bad taste in your mouth if he didn’t prove that he was worth sticking around for. These types of thoughts quickly leave his mind as he learns to relax, realizing you knew he was a hero that had selfless thoughts about saving innocents, and that you weren’t always going to be the number one priority. As long as he showed up when you needed him, and your relationship was built with mutual love and respect, you were content.

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Samyah (OC)

Gonna put it below the cut because this is probably going to be long! ALSO @eisehaus , you've been tagged!

The basics:

Birthday: May 30th, 2001 (Tropical Zodiac: Gemini, Chinese Zodiac: Snake)

Age: 19 Years

Gender: Female

Height: 5′5″

Eye Color: Gold

Hair Color: Jet Black

Skin Tone: (The photo above is a little too pale) Her skin tone is best describe as a light-medium, usually slightly tanned (from long hours spent in the sun working), beige with slight olive undertones

Pets: Two cats; one female orange tabby with amber eyes named Venus and one male black cat with green eyes named Titan. She also has a solid white female Blizzard Corn Snake (pictured above, she goes with Sam almost everywhere) that she named Astaroth.

Clothing style: Her favorite color is black, first of all. She has a weird sense of style, in all honesty. She doesn’t mind showing skin, as long as none of her cleavage is showing and as long as her butt is fully covered. She’ll wear shorts and crop tops as long as they meet the aforementioned requirements. She does prefer jeans, tank tops/t-shirts, typically steel-toed black combat boots, and her very prized black leather jacket. She loves leather in general though, so anything leather is bound to become part of her wardrobe, such as vests, jewelry, etc. She loves rings and necklaces, and tends to always have some type of choker on. Her favorite choker happens to be a gunmetal colored, medium-size linked chain that fits around her neck perfectly.

Piercings and tattoos: She’s only pierced on her ears, but those piercings climb up the outer side of her ears. Two piercings on the lobe, then 5 piercings spread out along her ear, going up into the cartilage at the top. As for tattoos, she has a black and white cat yin yang tattoo on the inside of her left arm, about 2 inches down from her wrist. On her back, she has a set tribal wings, the base of the wings sitting between her shoulder blades on either side of her spine with the actual wings stretching up to stop just below the top of her shoulders and coming to a stop at the middle of her back, the tips curling in towards each other. In between the two bases of the wings sits a simple trinity knot. On her right bicep, she has a Chinese stye dragon wrapped like a cuff, going all the way around her arm 3 times with the head at the top, pointing up towards her shoulder and the tail at the bottom, pointing down towards her elbow.

Body description: Coming in at 5′5″, she’s not really tall, nor is she specifically short by human standards. She’s on the slimmer side with some muscle definition in her biceps, thighs, calves, and, while not extremely sharp, you can see the six pack on her stomach. Her feminine assets are decent and fairly average, she doesn’t have many complaints there.

Likes: Rock/Metal music, drums, guitar, anime, video games, baking, belly dancing, tarot cards, working out, singing, chocolate, hugs, cats, snakes, pretty much all animals, cars, working on cars, medical stuff.

Dislikes: Most cleaning chores (Does them anyways though), yelling, fighting, being touched out of nowhere (like sneaking up on her and touching her, she will try and punch you), her parents, alcohol, drugs, typically kids but will put up with them, parties, large crowds of people.

Hobbies: Absolutely loves to work on cars and their engines, can and will tear engines down and rebuild them, playing guitar/drums, rescuing animals, loves learning about and has taken classes on medical stuff so she knows her basics of caring for wounds, and resuscitation.

Personality: Samyah is a fairly feisty person. She talks shit back to people and can be very sassy if she’s in the mood for it. Her mouth is that of a sailor’s, and it has and will get her into trouble if she’s not careful. She doesn’t hesitate to speak her mind or stand up for others if she feels it’s needed. She’s fairly easy going and loves to have fun. She also is fairly soft for those she cares about. She can tend to become somewhat motherly, checking in on her loved ones, bringing them food, just basically trying to take care of them in small ways. She’ll gladly give them advice if they ask for it. If one of them falls sick, she can and will take care of them until they feel better, borderline hovering. Let’s not even get into how much of a doting and fawning person she becomes when caring for animals. Despite all of this, there are times where she becomes very shy and soft spoken. Conversely, when angered, she can and will lash out at the people around her. She tends to need time to vent out her frustrations, usually through music, playing drums/guitar, or working out. Occasionally, she’ll sing her feelings out, but would be extremely embarrassed if someone heard her.

Other info?: She’s lactose intolerant.

The backstory:

Sam was thrown into, as she calls it, ‘the system’ at the fairly young age of 13, right after the death of her (scumbag) father and subsequent disappearance of her (deadbeat) mother. Basically, she was abandoned, so she was put into the adoption system. Her life passed her by like dark storm clouds that just kept failing to release rain. She wasn’t adopted because people always preferred smaller, younger babies. So, around the time she turned 15, she became a bit of a problem child. She skipped school, and when she was at school she got into fights with kids who bullied her. She did keep away from smoking, but dabbled in alcoholic drinks occasionally. However, it was around this time that most of her passions began to surface. She made few friends, but those few introduced her to the things that helped her start to straighten up. She learned how to play the drums and electric guitar, and turned to those instruments instead of taking her anger out in a fight. She ended up learning how to read tarot cards, and even learned the only style of dance she knows to this day; belly dancing. She found a passion for weight lifting and working out in general, and began to aspire to build her strength to protect herself and her small friend group. Heck, her friends even got her into anime, video games, and cosplaying. They became as thick as thieves during their high school years.

Living in the system was no joke though. Between girls meaner than she was, and guardians who were only in it for the money, her life wasn’t exactly great. She often got bullied into doing chores for the other girls, and this is where the other side of her personality made itself known. While she wanted to be and acted like this badass, headstrong, fearless girl at school, she lacked most of her bravado at ‘home’. The quieter, perhaps even shy, side of her surfaced. She put up with the bullying and just did as she was told. She learned how to cook and bake from this, and did end up developing a love for baking.

When she turned 16, she received news of her mother’s overdose. She was officially an orphan, with both of her parents now dead. She often felt like there might have been something wrong with her, because she wasn’t even upset about it. Her abusive childhood under their roof, paired with the rougher life of living in an adoption home plus her frequent fighting and bullying made her more numb emotionally. Or, that’s how she preferred to be around others. When alone, she often felt sad and empty, though as the months passed she became happier again through a lot of work. She’d never have to worry about her crazy mother coming to find her, so that was a plus.

Eventually, she turned 18 and was allowed to move into her own place. She immediately got a job and worked towards going to college. Between 16 and 18, she got her shit together and straightened up, putting herself to the task of passing high school and graduating. She took both automotive classes and medical classes in high school, and she adored them both and couldn’t pick which one to major in when she went to college. She planned on waiting to enter college when she had a fairly decent amount saved up from her job, but things happened. She turned 19, and as the fall began to approach, she suddenly found herself waking up surrounded by demons in a different realm. Oh boy, she wasn’t ready for it.

BONUS:

Samyah's demon form, I finally decided on it lol

[universal-kitty]

ok this looks fun!! So, I'm a fairly quiet person, I never go out of my way to talk to others if I don't have to, and it tends to make me come off as cold/ intimidating. In reality I'm not, I’m just socially anxious. underneath the anxiety I'm just a soft goth™ that's also lowkey oblivious. Especially to romantic gestures. I love all things spooky, horror manga, slasher movies, etc. and I collect animal bones. Pls drag me uwu-villainbait

@villainbait

Additions: OH damn I forgot some things, I'm 19, 4'11, very bi and genderfluid. I'm also open to poly :)

   Slasher things, you say...? I can recommend two dragons to you....either-

   Silent boy, Jason. (Yes, named after the Jason.)

   Or the handler of cursed items, Faust.

   Jason came into town as a young child, abandoned as a hatchling. Nobody knows who his mother is...and over time, stopped caring. After all, aside from avoiding speech and being rather spaced out, he was a good boy! Very attentive and eager to learn, especially when it came to fighting....

   Something’s changed in Jason over the years. The clan and their outsiders don’t know what it is....but he’s been quieter. More careful...and where did he get that large blade...?

.:.

   Faust...nobody’s sure when she came around. One day it business as usual, the next, Faust had taken root in the swampy area near Kelpie and Celeborn, and that was that. Nothing could stop them from making her move out and Faust.....likely never had to worry about the kelpie-dragon couple, it seems. She’s never worried about them at any point in her time being active with the clan.

   Her role- despite being an outsider- is handling cursed items. The best bet is to hand them off to her; though curse removal isn’t hard for her, she prefers to keep them as they are. The oddities amuse her...and perhaps even cursed items fear her faceted, Plague-red eyes. And her ability to know- somehow- whenever something goes wrong....or right.

   Separately:

   Jason’s the one who’d approach you. Of course, he’s not exactly...very good at interacting with people, either. He likely would’ve been following you around town for weeks before mustering up the courage to interact, though you’d never guess it from the impassive look on his face. To that end, he’s not really bothered by your own impassive act; he doesn’t mind putting in work.

   Your interest in dark things would please him. Manga is something unknown to their clan, but he’d much delight in images of violence, terror, and gore. Sometimes, he laughs, and that’s likely the first clue you get that he’s not all there.

   That is, if you haven’t seen the giant cleaver at his side. It typically is hidden under his cloak, after all.

   Jason doesn’t consciously understand romantic gestures, but he does have a drive for romance that he acts on best he can. These will likely go over your head, much to his growing frustrations (his choice of speaking as little as possible biting him in the ass, here), but his awkwardness in some actions likely gives you a hint that maybe....he’s trying something? But it’s hard to work out what Jason’s up to when he’s so straight-faced... He might either relent and use words or try to express his affections in the way he only knows what’s left: gifts of vio- vulture culture. And totally not a downed being decorated to his liking to try and woo you.

   Faust is the one who unintentionally boasts the spooky aesthetic, what with her sparsely lighted home and the creepy things that inhabit it. She’s patient, so any anxieties you might have can be handled on your own....or with her by your side, if you prefer. You’re her little break, so she doesn’t mind pausing work to interact with you, no matter what your mind says about “being a bother”.

   Faust isn’t one for outfits, but the clan typically sends her things she won’t ever wear... So expect to have some lovely clothes that suit your goth vibes! She’ll even make the requests for you, if you’d want; get things that are cuter or maybe more witchy.

   She’s glad you enjoy violence and dark things as much as she does. Unlike Jason, Faust isn’t much one for the fight....but she does know a few spells to put people in binds or...unfortunate accidents. So if anyone makes you feel badly, dear, let her know, okay~? Faust will make sure you’re well taken care of.

   ....Expect her to be much like you, though. She’s not great with romance, either, and will likely just cuddle with you on her couch or hold the back of your hands while guiding them into just the right way to summon a familiar of your own. Little things that will stir your heart up until you make the final move yourself.

   Them as a poly couple under the cut!!! This is getting long, whoops.

   Jason and Faust are in just the right zones for each other to grow affectionate (in their own way) and for you to be pulled into them with ease. Jason’s inability to talk (mostly due to not wanting to) is balanced out in the smooth, quiet way Faust speaks. He is the physical violence to her manipulation of outside sources.

   You three can talk about horror together without mind to what someone else might think of the topic. Bones? Oh, Faust has quite the collection! If that’s what you like, Jason will make the effort to bring more home when he goes out, just for you two. He likes watching you two talk about it and likes that he can help.

   In dragon form, Faust is a bundle of tundra fur, especially in the winter! She’s perfect to cuddle against....and her facet eyes are somehow more daunting in this form, too. Intense. Though Jason is where you go to hide and be comforted by anxiety, what with his bigger frame. Skydancers are a lean race, but he’s at least bigger than Faust! (She rolls her eyes at such things.)

   In their human forms....

Faust has short, black hair in a fluffy bob. Has it been cut recently? Maybe, but it’s hard to tell... Her eyes are pure red with no pupil, but if you stare into them and let the light hit them in different ways, you can see why they call them “facet eyes.” She typically wears a witch’s hat with a star buckle, a large bird’s mask with black feathers, a matching birdskull necklace under a silver necklace, and a long, dark dress. A coat is- more often than not- overtop it all and her nails are red. In dragon form, her tail is wrapped in a tangle of thorns with a purple rose on either end. Sometimes, you swear you can see dark hands reaching off of her body.....

Jason wears only pants, his giant cleaver, and his favorite cloak, in comparison. However, his chest, arms, and his lower legs have a peek of bloody bandages... His blood or someone else’s? Who knows but Jason? His tail and wings have the same thorn tangles for decoration as Faust does, along with red nails. Under the hood, he’s got RBF (resting bitch face), purple eyes, and messy, dark hair. Something black, but not quite in color. He might still have a few autumn leaves in his hair, too... Messy man. Washes up occasionally, but not often enough. Force him to bathe more, and not just when he’s too messy to function.

   And now, dragon forms!!

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👹🍅💥🏀 ⭐🍏 🐉 💧🐟🍇 🔮🌸🌷 ❤️ 🧡💚💗 for chieko Mika yasu shigeo kazuo please ;)

I’ve decided to answer these in multiple parts....I hope thats alright with you ;v;

This one will feature Chieko and next on will be Mika and so on...

But thanks for the ask ^^ The questions are really fun to answer

Chieko

👹 How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they’re in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?

Chieko’s behaviour mainly depends on whether she’s talking to someone her age or an adult. Though the closeness to whoever she’s talking is also a large factor. 

She’s very polite and well-behaved when talking to adults. If it’s authority-figures or people she admires, she’s very cautious with her words and tends to be a bit shyer. If she’s a bit more closer to them (Satoshi, Daigo, Shoji), she’s a bit more open and more comfortable to vent and rant though. 

With people her age, she’s usually more or less polite with strangers, but if you rub her off the wrong way she might become more snarky quickly. Around her friends, she’s definitely more than comfortable to rant and whine about how frustrating everything is. She’s definitely grouchier and quicker to nag, but at the same time she’s also more cheery (if she does end up in a good mood) and less stiff. She’s the same around her family and also the Ibusakis. 

🍅 How easily is your OC embarassed? What subjects make them flush and why? What event has made your OC the most embarassed they’ve ever been?

It’s rather easy to make Chieko fluster. She’s not much used to praise and compliments, so that alone can make her blush. It only gets worse if it comes from anyone she holds admiration for.  Given that she’s also pretty innocent in that regard, anything sexual will certainly turn her into a tomato as well. 

Then there’s also the feeling of being out of place. Chieko does have some insecurities about her looks and thinks of herself as insanely plain. When she’s put into a pretty dress and sent to a fancy party, at times (not always but sometimes) she tends to feel small and stupid being surrounded by girls that she thinks are just so much interesting than her. 

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Chieko is certainly conflicted about the attraction she harbors for Shigeo Eizan. She’s pretty confused about how she’s perfectly aware about how excellently he lies and how cruel he is, yet still she can’t help but to feel drawn to him despite the NUMEROUS warning-sings. She’s greatly inexperienced with love and lust to begin with honestly. She never had much of a Love 101 course so to speak, meaning she never really had any innocent teenage-flirting with a nice, uncomplicated kind-off guy but rather gets thrown right into the advanced course. 

Another thing she’s honestly rather unfamiliar with is true, deep grief but most of the kids honestly are. 

🏀 Does your OC have any skills that people wouldn’t expect them to have? Do they have a hobby or pass time that others would consider strange or weird? How did they learn this particular skill or pick up this hobby?

She actually knows archery. It was taught to her by Yuki’s father who’s just simply very enthusiastic about bows and arrows and wanted to show it to his grandchildren very badly. Chieko’s not perfect at it and she has less and less time to practice it when she grows up, but its still something not many would expect. 

She also knows how to play violin, which is also something not all too many know. She just wanted to learn it as child to impress kids at her school and because she liked the instrument honestly. 

⭐ Does your OC like to sleep alone or do they enjoy sharing their bed? Have they been to any sleepovers? Have they ever been camping? What did they think of the experiences if so?

When they were very young, Yasu and Chieko at times did sleep in the same bed. It was always rather fun for both of them, as they could tell each other stories till deep in the night and such. She also, to this day, at times has to share a bed with her little brother. Sleeping with Takahiro can be a bit more annoying, because Takahiro certainly loves to poke and tease his big sister a lot and falls asleep very hardly. However, once he is actually asleep, Chieko can’t really deny that another presence in bed is in one or the other way comforting. She won’t think of it as a great necessity though, until she actually shares the bed with a romantically loved one. Because then she’ll grow very fond of it. 

🍏 When your OC says “I had a bad day” what does that tend to mean? Is it really as bad as they’re saying or are they being a bit dramatic?

Chieko has a little knack for overacting a bit and she can certainly be a bit overdramatic here and there. Her saying „I had a bad day“ can very easily just be a string of just plainly annoying events that frustrated her enough to be grouchy for the entire day afterwards. 

🐉 How religious is your OC? Do they pray to any god(s) or do they not believe in that kind of stuff? What is their view of religion in general? Where do they believe people go when they die? If your OC is not religious why not and what do they believe in otherwise?

Chieko likes to say she’s an agnostic atheist. Personally she does not believe in any deity. However, she’s also one to pronounce that there’s no way of her safely knowing that there’s no deity or such. She just thinks that the proving of wether god/an afterlife exists or not is outside of mankind’s capabilities. 

Despite not being religious herself, she does think of religion as immensely interesting. Chieko’s a history-nerd in the end and the impact religion had on humanity all around the world is massive. And that’s just something she finds intriguing to analyze. 

💧 What is something from your OC’s past they’re the most ashamed of and why? What is something they’re really proud of? And lastly what is something in their past that could make them shake with dread?

There was a time in which Chieko, desperate to make female friends, would try to make herself out to be more exciting. She’d occasionally make untrue additions to stories she’d tell in an attempt to make them more thrilling or funnier. It’s something she has resigned off from long ago and she’s cringing whenever she thinks back to it. 

What she‘s, so far, most proudest over is getting invited to the inauguration party of Totsuki‘s new library wing. She got said invitation thanks to various teacher‘s recommendations as they named her as an excellent example of intellect on Totsuki.

🐟 What was your OC like as a baby? What were they like as a child? A teenager? An adult? How do you think they’ll develop ten years into their future? Twenty years? Will they live to old age?

Baby!Chieko cried quite a lot and mind you, she was fairly loud. Her parents always had a pacifier somewhere near because of it. Baby!Chieko was also fairly clingy to her father and would sometimes start to cry whenever he set her down. 

She remained a crybaby throughout childhood and would begin crying at any sort of slight misfortune. As a young child, Chieko was immensely shy and soft-spoken and she was practically famous for hiding behind her father’s legs at all times. At the same time, she showed a lot of intelligence early on and began reading and such at an early age while also always having a lot of enthusiasm when her father taught her something new. 

As a teenager, Chieko ultimately toughened up a lot more, mainly thanks to Totsuki’s rough environment and the fact that she had to fight repeated battles over the rights to her room. She’s not as easily brought to tears as she was a child anymore and she also became more snarky throughout the years. At the same time, she of course kept on expanding her knowledge in a wide array of fields and grew into a little genius. She’s capable of more than people give her credit for, but sadly barely any of the people close to her have noticed that she grew out of her former crybaby-self. 

Once she’s an adult, Chieko will have become a lot more confident. Both in her talents and also her looks actually. She’ll grow into someone very assertive. Career-Wise, she won’t become a chef that opens restaurants and stuff. She’ll probably keep on operating in the landscape of culinary, yes but in a different field than restaurant-owner. By the way, but once she’ll be a mother she’ll actually be much of a worrywart as her father was. 

🍇 Does your OC have any bad habits? Does your OC have any addictions like smoking or drinking? How did they fall into these habits and why? 

Chieko tends to overwork herself. Sometimes she just forgets to take breaks and then her mother finds her having fallen asleep on her books while studying for exams. 

She only drinks on Polar Star Parties. She’s a lightweight though and does not really know her limit all too well. In Polar Star she has Yasu there to watch over her and also generally trustable people, but her drinking around strangers could possibly be more problematic. 

🔮What does your OC think is their best trait. What is actually their best trait? What about their flaws? Are they one to admit these flaws or do they like to pretend they’re perfect?

Chieko herself would definitely name her intelligence as her best trait, but I’d say her best trait would be a combination of her hidden fighting spirit and a sense for justice. 

I think a flaw of her’s is that she does barely every allow herself to just let intuition take over out of worry to escalate a situation more than it already has. She makes her moves much more slowly due to overthinking and its also what mainly keeps her inner fighter and bravery hidden from most of the world. 

🌸 What’s a sentence that would make your OC’s day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?

A sentence that would make her day better would be „I brought you green tea.“ She just greatly cherishes small gestures of kindness. It might not be much for the person who made her the tea, but it really makes her feel warm and fuzzy and like she matters to someone. 

Chieko is super easily peeved, so there’s honestly many things one could say to get her into a bad mood. One drowner is definitely when her dormmates confess they broke one of her things again. 

🌷 How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how they’re dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?

Chieko mainly puts effort in styling her hair and making sure her bun looks the way she wants it to look. She also takes pretty good care of her skin actually. 

On a normal day however, she wouldn’t be bothered to wear make-up or such at this point in her life. She thinks no one would notice anyway. Her casual wear is also mainly about being decent and proper in her eyes; wether or not it’s fashionable or not is second priority honestly. 

For some formal event, she’d put effort in dressing neatly and finding a nice (but still proper) dress to put on. However often her efforts just backfire, as she ends up thinking how silly she is spending so much time on make-up and dress when she’s really just a shadow on such a formal event. 

❤️ What inspired you to make this OC? How long have you had them? How have they changed in the time you’ve been developing them?

Chieko was the first fanchild ever created and I’ve had her since April or so 2016…I was just really excited about MarYu and wanted to try creating a fanchild for them. Because my OTP needed a kid ahshd. 

Chieko honestly hasn’t changed all too much personality-wise, although some of her more minor quirks and such changed from what I initially had in mind. What mainly changed about her is her story within SnKimiko. 

🧡 What traits of your own do you see in this OC? Are they a little bit self-inserty? Don’t be shy, we all put parts of ourselves into the creations we love!

Chieko comes closest to a self-insert of my Fanchilds. Thing is, that I also relate greatly to Zenji Marui to begin with, so what can you do? 

Chieko and I do have quite some things in common and also share a great deal of likes and dislikes. 

But in the end there’s still things about her that differ from me. Mainly the fact that Chieko does have an actual spine, while I’m a complete doormat. Her story about wanting to prove herself to a world that greatly underestimates her because of her looks and former crybaby persona is also something that I do not highly relate to. I’ve been underestimate here and there yes, but it’s not really a major theme in my life so to speak. 

💚 Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with?

I have….quite a few ideas for ShigeChi lately. Honestly I always have ideas for ShigeChi. I love them.

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Funfact, but the reason why I associate Chieko mainly with the color Blue is because Yuki & Zenji mainly wear blue in the colored version of the manga. Zenji’s polo shirt, which is colored orange in the anime-version, is actually blue in the manga while Yuki is rather often spotted wearing blue as well. 

So blue became not only Chieko’s favorite color but also the color I mainly associate her with. (It’s also my favorite color, yah) 

Another fun fact, but choosing a ship for Chieko was so chaotic. At first, I couldn’t really see her with anyone. Chieko is my precious baby and I needed everything to be perfect for her and out of the existing cast back then I just couldn’t really picture a very exciting romantic relationship for her with any of them. Later on I did eventually consider a few options…options that piled up more and more. There was a time where she had the most end-game-options to pick from. However, none of the options really did the ultimate „click“ on me. Finally I ended up developing Shigeo further and well…..

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10 Favorite Characters

Rules: name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people

I was tagged by @bemused-writer! Thanks for the tag! Of course, I have many more than ten favorite characters, and could probably be tagged in this several times and come up with mostly different answers each time, but here are a few formative or otherwise noteworthy characters I quite liked:

Fai D. Fluorite (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

When I was high-key obsessing over Tsubasa, Fai was very much my favorite.I loved his cheer, his angst, how he was fundamentally so kind, his look, his relationships with the other characters...basically everything. I just found him incredibly enjoyable and interesting as a character, he was funny and charismatic and relatable.  

Lavi (D. Gray-Man)

Lavi really spoke to me when reading/watching D.Gray-Man. I found his role as bookman and his perspective absolutely fascinating, and really liked seeing his character progress. He was a lot of fun ad had interesting relationships with Allen and Lenalee in particular. I was generally just very invested in his character arc and thought it explored a lot of interesting ideas.

Watanuki Kimihiro (xxxHolic)

Watanuki was easily my favorite in xxxholic okay, he was such a good person alright his whole arc with the ghost lady in the tree, and him taking care of Kohane (who was also awesome by the way), his friendship with the little fox spirit dude and with Mugetsu, UGH. GOOD STUFF. Plus he had an incredible and moving character arc and I just really like him okay? He’s hardcore about everything and is an awesome fella.

No Face (Spirited Away)

Okay so I went with No Face for Spirited Away because while I LOVE all the main characters, No Face really stood out to me as a kid and was the one I tended to fixate on the most. The whole atmosphere of his character is one I immediately loved - he is!!! a shadowy blob creature who means well probably and is spooky!!! - and I found him kind of...charming? In a weird sort of way, and then boy did I ever find his arc interesting. Loneliness lead to corruption and greed, and it was crazy to watch since he started out so friendly, and then he goes with Chihiro and returns to his old self more, and finds satisfaction living in a little cabin with his found family of sorts spinning yarn and eating cake??? Like that was so great??? And just I was happy for him and that whole ending sections was full of FEELS, and it was great. 

Calcifer (Howl’s Moving Castle)

I just really liked this funky little dude okay? He was a grumbly fire demon who ended up friends with Sophie and he cared. He came back in the end and I was like, yes! Calcifer is just legit okay how can you not love him.

Korra (The Legend of Korra)

MAN DID I LOVE KORRA A LOT. She was fiesty, she spoke her mind, she was bold as heck, like talk about goals, and she cared a lot about justness and stuff. She was allowed to have all this nuance, and weaknesses, and strengths, and she grew so much and had such an amazing arc, like she became wise and powerful and leaderly and just...GOALS, man. She is so cool. 

Yukito Tsukishiro (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Picking just one character from this series was extremely difficult, but I settled on Yukito because I really like his plot and he’s also just very charming and fun. Loves food too much (same), is kind to everyone, bit of a ditz, and has a moody magic alter ego to boot. He’s just a lot of fun and I thought the way he handled Sakura’s confession was super sweet and moving and I was Freaking Out when it looked like he was gonna die. 

Sokka (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Again, picking just one character from this series is HARD, but Sokka especially in later watches really spoke to me. He is of course hilarious and I adore his sarcasm, but he also has a decent amount of character nuance and development. He grows and matures a lot throughout the series, learning about and struggling with responsiblity and learning to lead, he’s smart and strategic, he’s genuinely a good and kind person, his relationships all have so much mutual respect in them, and he’s creative and entertaining. I just really enjoy his character and think he really feels like a person you could know, but like, a Really Awesome person you could know.

Aladdin (Aladdin)

Aladdin is an old time favorite (like many on this list actually), I’ve adored him since I was a kid. I mean, all he wants is to be off the streets and spend time with his crush, he’s not That Deep lol but certain parts of his character really spoke to me. One of his core characterstics is his strong sense of justice, with him standing up for those worse of than him even though he’s literally homeless and a wanted criminal on the run from guards most of the time. He has a sort of lighthearted cheer that I just found Very Likable, he SINGS and SINGS WELL that instantly makes me like him more, and he struggles through feelings of inadequacy from years of poverty, he gets frustrated, but he pulls through in the end and is able work past all that. Also his friendship with Genie was Legit okay.

Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

While this is a much more recent show for me, and I never quite reached the same level of fixation as I did for most of the rest of these examples, Violet as a character really spoke to me as I was watching it. She came from such a cruel background, and her journey is really about learning about herself and all of the parts of humanity she never got see while being used as a living weapon, and I just really thought her self-discovery was done super well. She was fundamentally such a kind and caring character, and I liked that they let that be a strength for that grew as she did, and UGH did I have Feelings when the full weight of the war finally came crashing down on her, and I loved her learning to connect to people through helping them write their feelings, and honestly the whole thing was just very charming and emotional and she was a rocking main protagonist. 

Okay! I will tag @sapphiredragonprincess, @grassycheesecake, @starfaring-starfish, @shadowycheesecakedragon, @bibliomancer7, @kratqa, @vnckocurzyca, @descendant-of-truth, and @wing-wing-the-bat