#he's a teenager u dumb fuck of course he gets jealous

[rinsoap]

me when im writing a drabble and then i realize its just the plot of jess and rory's relationship

[interstellar-changkyun]

you’re jealous | monsta x ot7 reactions

maybe some smut ;)

shownu | son hyunwoo

shownu has been going on variety shows to promote the group’s latest comeback and the female hosts and guests always comment on his looks

it doesn’t bother you usually, you know he’s handsome and love when he gets all flustered from the attention, but you don’t like how the hosts feel up his arms and ogle him when he performs a part of the choreo

they continue to dote on him and jealousy crawls up your throat and takes over your body as you wait for shownu to come home

he comes home earlier than usual and you would be happy if the images of women touching up his arms weren’t flashing in your mind, clouding your vision

he greets you with a kiss to the cheek and your arms are crossed and you’re pouting, still quiet

only when he’s setting down his stuff does he ask what’s wrong giving you time to look away from his sweaty chiseled chest and focus on your anger

“i saw the show today.” a beat of silence

“oh? was it fun?” he was almost done now as he grew closer to you

“it would’ve been if those women weren’t touching you up...” shownu found it adorable when you were jealous so he couldn’t help but put his arms around your waist and pull your back to his chest, resting his head on your shoulders. you could feel his muscles against you, was he not wearing a shirt any more? it didn’t matter you were angry

“i told them to stop but they cut that out of the show...” your anger subsided, of course he did. you turned in his arms then, properly looking him in the eyes for the first time today.

“good.”

“you’re cute when you’re jealous,” he kissed your nose and you blushed, for a second he thought he outta make you jealous more often but he couldn’t bare even trying to give anyone that kind of attention when he had you. “let me make it up to you,” he started kissing your lips then, his hands roaming down your body as the found your ass and lifted you up, instinctively your legs went around his waist

he was sweaty so u offered to shower with him to save water of course, he thanked you for that with his actions...

wonho | shin hoseok

wonho was performing WITH YOU and you couldn’t help but feel jealous as the beautiful female dancer moved in synch with him and his hands traced her body

you rarely got jealous, he did that enough for both of you, but you couldn’t help it when fans were saying how good they looked together and of course they didn’t know he was already taken

the tweets, instagram posts, even tiktoks of them together consumed you and you finally came to your breaking point when wonho came home from the music show

“enough hoseok i can’t take it any more!”

“what’s wrong?” he had never seen you so upset, a mix of frustration and sadness adorned your face

“you and your dancer, everywhere i look online i just see you two together and i know it’s not real but when everyone’s telling you they would be good together i-“

“baby they don’t know what’s real and what’s for the performance, at the end of the day i came home to you and love you, i don’t even have her number on my phone much less have her saved as my lock screen like i do you,” wonho grinned and you felt the anxiety leave your body slowly. he always knew how to calm me down and when he realized you weren’t as mad he opened his arms for a hug which you fell into with a small pout still on your face

“can i make it up to my baby?” you didn’t know what he had in mind and you certainly didn’t expect being handcuffed to your bed frame screaming his name as he ate you out until you came...three times

kihyun

kihyun wasn’t naturally flirty, just too kind to know he could be perceived as flirty so when a girl trips in front of him and he helps her up like the gentlemen he is she gets the wrong idea and starts flirting with him...in front of you

you let it go on as he obliviously responds to her intrusive questions, you were grateful she didn’t recognize him with his mask and beanie on but you still felt your possessiveness rearing it’s ugly head

“we need to get going honey,” you cut in, having had enough of this girl just when she’s about to ask YOUR boyfriend for his number and she stutters and apologizes, you just mutter an okay as you grab kihyun’s hand and walk away

kihyun laughs as he catches up to you

“aww someone got jealous.”

“not jealous just annoyed, how could you not tell she was flirting?” you frowned at him and he smirked, oh no he’s gonna tease the hell out of you now

“i can only tell when you flirt with me, but what if i was flirting with her? would you get mad? and if i fucked her?” he whispered the last part, since you were still very much in public.

“kihyun,” you groaned as his hold on your hand tightened. you knew where this was going, knew exactly what this tone in his voice would lead to. but honestly you didn’t care, not when you were just as territorial as him and wanted to feel like his in the most physical way.

“would you beg for me back?” kihyun, pulled you flush against him and whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help but hold onto his shoulder for strength, he knew what he did to you.

“you know i would.”

“you look so pretty when you beg, maybe i’ll go get her number.” you were whining at this point, still very much in public, he drove you crazy.

“fuck me please kihyun.” and that’s all it took before you were rushing to the nearest bathroom like a bunch of horny teenagers, and kihyun was making you cry and scream his name.

minhyuk

being an mc on a music show meant he interacted with lots of idols and you always anticipated the influx of delusional fans assuming he’s dating any girl idol he has any interaction with but one day is different from the others

he’s doing his usual mc duties but this kpop idol is staring at him intensely, even as going as far as telling him he’s handsome

she’s much older but it doesn’t stop the influx of tweets and comments

minhyuk is handsome you know that, anyone with eyesight can see that so when he comes home you can’t help but be grumpy

you can’t be mad at him you know that but your feelings are your feelings

he knows as soon as he’s home what’s making you grumpy

“babe i can’t help it!”

“ i know it’s just-why are you so handsome??? cover your face or something argh” you’re not really angry at him and he knows that as he kisses your face until the pout drops from your lips and he kisses you

you’re still feeling annoyed so you make it a point to show minhyuk just how much he is yours as you are his, making him scream your name all night long

hyungwon

like kihyun he doesn’t realize people assume he’s flirting when he’s kind just because he’s handsome

you’re out with him in vacation in greece and hyungwon is helping these japanese tourists with directions because he overhears them being confused about the hotel names, they assume he’s flirting with them since they don’t see you standing, waiting for him under the shade of the store front

hyungwon politely declines their offer to join him back at their hotel and you unfortunately hear the entire conversation, not once did he mention you

you scoff and walk off as he walks back to you, his eyebrows raising in shock

“woah what’s wrong?” he catches up to you with ease, damn his long legs.

“why don’t you go ask your new friends since i don’t exist?” you glare at him and he smirks, the handsome fucker smirks

“jealous babe?”

“why would i be, not like i’m your girlfriend or anything.” you grumble and he laughs at how you’re the angriest he’s seen you in a while. the last time you were this angry it was at netizens for attacking him over some dumb thing.

“i didn’t tell them because they could have recognized me and that wouldn’t have been good for anyone,” that made a lot of sense, maybe you had reacted too strongly. you might just be angry about other people flirting with what’s yours more than anything.

“you’re hot when you’re angry though, maybe i should do that more often.” you stopped in your tracks and narrowed your eyes even more at him, you pulled him into the side alley, pushing him against the building side.

“you won’t.” you shut up with a kiss and he was smirking into your kiss, his hands roaming down your body and you had to pull away and remind yourself you were not in your hotel room. after that you both stumbled and practically ran back to your hotel.

jooheon

jooheon is pretty well known for his unabashed displays of aegyo and so when he goes on a variety show it’s not surprising he’s asked to do it

unfortunately this show is hosted by a female idol and her reaction sends netizens into delusional theories that the two are surely dating

you’re so upset by the rumors and allegations that you start to believe them so when jooheon sees you two days after the rumors started you’re crying at your place

he’s so worried he pulls you to him automatically and asks repeatedly what happened and what’s wrong, not even thinking for a second it could be related to the rumors

finally you manage to stop crying and get out, “it’s okay if you love her too if she makes you happier i’ll understand.”

“what the hell are you talking about?” jooheon is so dumbfounded by your statement he stops soothing you and this makes you go back to crying

“you and that kpop idol on the variety show it’s all over the internet.”

“you idiot i would never date much less love anyone other than you.” you just stop crying at look at him through your tears, which you furiously wipe away again and see the sincerity on his face.

“oh.”

“yes oh i can’t believe you even believed them.” jooheon scoffs and gets off the bed you were both sat on, and then out of nowhere he picks you up and takes you to the bathroom

“we’re taking a bath so my baby can feel better,” the relaxing bath turns to a little more when he can’t but show how much he missed you the past couple days and just how much he loves you more than anyone else

I.M | im changkyun

people expected changkyun to be the bad bitch in your relationship, he had sharp features, a deep voice, piercings, and an amazing body but everyone who knew you both knew you were the one who would slice a bitch

especially if a random girl is trying to dance on your man in the one nightclub everyone knows he’s taken in, this nightclub had cut some kind of nondisclosure deal with the idols and their companies but clearly this girl was new, however, that didn’t mean you would hold back

changkyun winced as she started to dance on him and backed away, but she was persistent as she turned around and tried again, he waved his hand in front of her, clearly disinterested

you didn’t want to step in but as you monitored the situation where you danced with jooheon you could tell changkyun was struggling to remain polite

but you didn’t have a reputation to maintain and you certainly weren’t as calm and collected as your boyfriend

in a couple seconds you were wedging yourself between her and your boyfriend

“i’d back away sweetie,” you painted on your best fake smile and changkyun let out a sigh of relief.

“who are you?” her voice and tone was unpleasant, it was all too unpleasant especially when you were trying your best not to break her

“i’m his girlfriend,”

“let’s let him pick,” she shoved you away and stepped closer to changkyun, and that’s when you know you’re about to end up at the police station...again

changkyun stops you by grabbing your waist and hauling you over his shoulder as you’re lunging for her hair

shownu appears out of nowhere and asks the girl to kindly fuck off in the way shownu just knows how to do

when you’re outside and the driver has pulled up to the club, changkyun sets you down, he looks partially amused but mostly concerned

he knows you hate it when other people flirt with him just like he has to stop himself from breaking the jaw of any guy who dances on you at the club

he pushes the hair out of your face and looks at you fondly, you just nod at him to let him know you’re okay, too lost in his eyes to find words at the moment

and then the driver is opening the door for you and you both shuffle into the very back row of the minivan

changkyun presses a kiss to your temple, and you lean into his side

“you’re so fucking sexy when you get like that, i know i shouldn’t encourage it but fuck,” changkyun whispers into your hair and you shiver as his deep voice sends chills through you, you let your hand travel from its place on his lap to where the leather of his pants is becoming strained

“don’t.” he hisses and you aren’t in the obedient mood as you look him straight in the eyes and continue your torture

you estimate you have about thirty mins to go to get home, the privacy screen between the driver and the back of the car won’t muffle all the sound of you both but you can at least remind changkyun who he belongs to

so when you’re done making him suffer in his leather pants, you unzip them and he’s hissing and grabbing your hand

“fuck babe,” you just smirk at him and then spit in your hand. changkyun groans and throws his head back against the headrest, soon enough you’re leaning down and taking him into your mouth and he’s whining your name in between strings of curses. you manage to finish him off before you even get home.

changkyun gets back at you and you’re sure the entire apartment complex knows his name now

[jrueships]

i know you posted it like 5 days ago but please go into detail about joel/brad i am intrigued

OKAY SO . It all started with 'bradley beal keeps trolling the sixers, SPECIFICALLY joel embiid' and embiid's response was just "Shut up" which honestly kingshit like wizards were getting swept why is bradley going insane asylum???? BUT after the games they...

SO ... what *I* read into it was rivals who banter and annoy each other incessantly but just enough to create the romantic tension of a begrudgingly respect. We all KNOW about Joel's kinda very cocky humor. Though he IS cognizant of his confidence, so he brags with a purpose (unlike pg who just does it for ego really). He wants to get in opponets' heads and make em mad. A true troll! But with beal it was different. Bradley fought hard against them even if they were outclassed and he didn't lose any hope, and I think joel can really respect that. He never gave into any old teasing technique and joel didn't really try any against him tbh! And I think that's because he knew he didn't have to because Brad is just a kinda laid back cheeky kinda guy now! Also bradley can take Joel's jokes and taunts really well instead of just getting mad and giving up. It seems like a ship that has very good back to forth banter where there isn't a clear aggravater for all the clashes. Sometimes beal is the little shit. Sometimes joel!!! It's an even matched battle of the wits and the comedy!!!

Though I think joel is definitely better at the new gen z humor while bradley is still kinda catching up. He makes joel cringe sometimes but joel can't help but continue being invested in his funny little antics!

Also um .. height difference lol . BUT really what drew me to it was their bickering dynamic. Both probably finding the other super annoying but can't help but be amused by the other's shenanigans!!! Joel could easily just. Push bradley over and smite him but he doesn't because bradley is just Too funny to banter with and doesn't back down!

ALSO also they both have similar styles on helping the rookies! Like they're both actually really supportive to them but also LOVE to pull at their strings and make them groan like embarrassed teenagers. It's a teasing kind of platonic love! Idk I'm weak for couples who'd make great 'parents' to the rookies. Joel properly calls his rookies his "little ones" and Brad calls his rookies "his kiddos"

BUT the main fic that is fueling this is my wip superhero au fic about them going against Ice Trae (trae with ice powers. I know. I get 5 damage everytime I write their superhero names.) And his (sidekick) supervillain partner Cool Collins (john Collins with .. wind powers. So he can like. Carry and aim the icicles trae makes. Shoot em out LMAO). The battle happens on Washington turf so beal, a B class hero with simple wizard powers (silly magic tricks), is there to stop him but to his surprise, The Process, Joel embiid whose powers basically increase the longer a fight goes on but restart when a fight is done, jumps 'to his aid' mainly because he doesn't believe Beal is strong enough to fend off the two villains LMAO. He's just there to rub in his strength to Beal's face. Banter ensues, they both kinda get in each other's ways. It's two dumb people vs two dumb people because trae and John are also very dumb. They have chemistry but they're just... really stupid. Like in one part trae needs to hydrate for more ice so john gets him a glass of water... from the lake. Trae spits it out and I like "bro wtf why did u give me salt water???? That just dehydrates u more??" And john genuinely is surprised at his negative reaction, "??? What do u mean it dehydrated u?? It's WATER??? that's literally the opposite of its??? Function???? Sorry I wanted your water to have some flavor in it bro! What are you???white??? Can't stand salt?????"

And meanwhile brad and Joel are just competing against each other by showing off their powers. Joel just collapses an innocent building to show off then brad rebuilds it. It's just a ton of dumb people being dumb with each other

But there's mandatory "one person saves the other but then they get saved by the other". Joel pushes beal out of the way and shields him from a collapsing giant icicle that just shatters all cool against his durable back. He kinda smirks down at Beal underneath him and goes "you're welcome, little man" and beal rolls his eyes and laughs. But then a blast of wind sends them tumbling too close off a cliff. Beal grabs hold of a ledge and catches the falling joel by creating a teleporting portal under him. Joel lands safely and Beal, while still scrambling for purchase on a cliff, grins at him all cheeky-like and replies "my pleasure, big man"

BUT YEAH... it's just a really good dynamic! I'm a sucker for good switching banter despite my hatred for writing dialogue 😭 but like even younger Joel and Brad are so good with each other. Younger Brad was a lot more snappy and moody so I think joel would have a lot of fun bothering him LMFAO. They cameo in my highschool theater tech markelle fultz x jazz piano player theater geek de'aaron fox.

Basically joel is on the tech crew as well, a senior/junior (I'm still deciding). But he's SUPPOSED to be supervising markelle and helping him with the lights and sound during a jazz concert but of COURSE he's too unbothered to and just spends the night playing nintendogs on the ds (he's just there for the mandatory community service hours) . When he finally notices that markelle is drifting off with the spotlight and keeps aiming it at Fox instead of Donovan during his drum solo, joel kind of gets up and is like "hey... I should stop this..."

But then he thinks and sits back down like "hrm... nah I'm too lazy lol. I still need to teach my dog how to sit." And just goes back to not helping.

So bradley, a senior/junior stage manager calls them on their shared radio. First fultz picks up the walkie talkie so brad is all nice to him and has a kinder tone like "heey fultz buddy<3 can you please put Joel on the radio please? Thank you dude, you're doing greaat <3!!" And as soon as Joel gets on the radio he just starts screaming at him KABDISJWBDA like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN EMBIID?? yOU DUMB BITCH!!! GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND REPOSITION THAT LIGHT!!!" And joel just replies "no." So then beal reveals the reason why joel is letting markelle get away with taking the spotlight off donovan's drum solo, which is "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT DONOVAN TOOK YOUR SPOT ON THE JAZZ 1 BAND BECAUSE /YOU/ GOT KiCKED OUT FOR PLAYING THE PORN SONG ON THE XYLOPHONE." which REALLY gets joel going because it's true lmao. They start arguing on the phone, joel defending his actions by saying "fultz is MY little. He can do whatever he wants!!" And brad replying "Shut the fuck up. Go be a supervisor and fix your shit!!"

Eventually they get so caught up in arguing with each other that they just forget about the whole situation altogether because they're THAT angry with each other.

Markelle eventually repositions the light when he comes to the gay epiphany that fox doesn't NEED a spotlight to shine because he'll always be beautiful no matter what or smthin so he shines it back on Donovan and everything resumes normally

buT yEAH! There's my essay that really doesn't explain why my mind works the way it does <3 but it's written anyways LMFAO I hoped it helped somewhat!!!! THANK you for asking I LOVE talking about my nonsense rarepairs even if they still end up being nonsense LMAO

[ankhposts]

Pleeease can I request Fluff 4 for AceDeu??? ;u;

Thank you for the prompt!! 💕 It ended up being fairly nsfw so I’ll just post a section and the link for the full fic 😬 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30726365

Really, it had started completely benignly. There’d been absolutely no intention for Ace to totally lose his cool and do something quite this reckless and insane.

It was just a study group, for goodness sake. Ace knew Deuce struggled with studying and test-prepping on his own, at least when it came to the pre-med part of his degree. And not from lack of knowledge or understanding, his family had just really given him some self-esteem issues when it came to the subject they were financing him to study. He was solid when it came to his literature and composition classes, and more importantly, he was far more comfortable and confident. And it wasn’t like Ace was all that helpful on the med studies front, so there wasn’t much he could do beyond listening when Deuce needed to vent, comforting him when he asked and supporting him always.

The study group was a good thing. Deuce was socializing, with people who endeavored to the same career as him, even if Deuce was rather reluctantly pursuing this goal. Ace had met a few members of the group, a pair of pretty nursing students, the slightly weird duo with the polar animal hats and their exasperated female roommate. The cheerful if somewhat shy prodigy teenager who Luffy had almost immediately added to his friend collection.

The lanky, tattooed brunet was a new addition, and one Ace didn’t particularly like the looks of. Too handsome. Too-pretty gold eyes looking at Deuce as he said something, hands gesturing widely as he spoke. Chopper was there too, listening with a star-struck look on his face, which made the entire event only marginally less agonizing to Ace.

“Ready to go?” Deuce asked, startling him. When had he stopped talking to the tall intimidating guy? When had Ace zoned out to the point that he didn’t notice? “You okay? You’re usually a little more eager to leave and not...lurking between bookshelves.”

The last part was said more slowly, Deuce’s bright brown eyes watching him shrewdly behind navy blue frames. Ace plastered on a smile and took his hand, sending another glance back at the tall man and Chopper, who had been joined by Shachi and Penguin and Ikkaku, the three older students acting far more casual with the man than Deuce or Chopper had.

“You just seemed like you were in the middle of somethin’ important is all,” he said, grinning at Deuce and leading the way to the staircases.

It was late enough that the library had turned off the escalators for the night, but Ace didn’t particularly mind because their favorite diner was twenty-four hours and his sleep schedule was fucked already. And he loved these late-night dates with Deuce, when he would talk about whatever fascinating thing the study group had covered that Ace didn’t understand a word of, or the idea he’d had for his creative writing class, or whichever particularly old foreign book he needed to read for a lit course. Ace couldn’t get enough of his bright, excited eyes or broad smile or wild gestures those nights.

Deuce hummed appraisingly, and Ace twitched at the sound as they made their way downstairs. That sound usually meant trouble, almost exclusively meant Ace was in trouble.

“Why are you acting all innocent?” he asked suspiciously.

“I haven’t done anything wrong, so why wouldn’t I be acting innocent?” Ace retorted, deflating a bit when he caught sight of Deuce’s pursed lips and narrowed eyes. He pouted as he led them out of the stairwell, intending to just keep going to the diner and eat away whatever stupid insecurities were lingering in his head. He knew they were dumb, he was perfectly aware of that, and he was perfectly fine pretending nothing had happened until they went away. “All I did was hang back while you talked to Mr. Intimidating, you were busy, so what?”

Deuce stopped walking, yanking on Ace’s arm until he yelped and stumbled backwards, nearly falling into the aisle of bookshelves Deuce had dragged him into. “Oi, oi, what gives?”

Deuce didn’t say anything for a long moment, hands on Ace’s shoulders to keep him from escaping as he examined his face, brown eyes locked on grey. Ace watched him, eyes wide and startled, and could feel his cheeks warm when Deuce smiled slyly.

“Oh. You’re jealous!”

It was said so simply, so confidently, and Ace felt like his face had caught fire. “Am not.”

“You are,” Deuce laughed, hands relaxing at Ace’s shoulders, one gently moving to curl around the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you have to be jealous of, though I suppose I could make a guess.”

“‘M not jealous,” Ace grumbled half-heartedly, inching closer to his boyfriend, enough that he could feel Deuce’s breath ghosting over his lips.

“Oh, my mistake, you’re not remotely threatened by a tall dark-haired man with multiple tattoos and an intimidating scowl. I can’t believe I’m describing someone other than you right now,” Deuce said sarcastically, leaning in the last little bit to kiss Ace, who sighed and hummed into the gentle press of familiar lips, the soft reassurance offered in the small, intimate gesture.

“You’re so dumb,” Deuce muttered with a smile, pulling away to brush his nose against Ace’s and cutting him off before he could begin an indignant retort. “Why would I want anyone else when I have you? I’ve been yours since we met, Ace.”

And Ace had always been better at expressing himself through actions instead of words, so he smiled and slung his arms around Deuce’s waist to pull him back into another kiss, deeper and hungrier than the first had been.

The rest of the Fic is available on ao3! 

[giingers]

Misunderstandings

Request: Yourself and Tommy get into a really heated argument, John sees u crying and comforts u - at which Tommy gets even more annoyed

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader 

I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but please enjoy! 

The front door of the Shelby residence was slammed behind you with such a force that made you believe that the entirety of Watery Lane could feel the vibrations of the aftershock. You were fuming with an unquenched anger and your hands shook by your sides as you stormed into the small kitchen. John was sitting at the table, a cloud of smoke around his head and a half eaten sandwich in front of him. He beamed at you in that cheeky way of his, but all playfulness vanished from his features when he realised you weren’t going to smile back. 

“Where is he?” you breathed out in a huff, and before a fairly dumb looking John could even answer you, the doors of the betting shop opened and in walked the object of your frustration. 

Thomas Shelby was as handsome as ever in a suit of dark grey tweed, the black coat he had thrown over it contrasting with his pale skin and bright eyes. His eyes raked along the floor and when they stopped at your figure he beamed widely, deep lines appearing on his face. In other circumstances you might have stopped to admire how beautiful he truly was, but in your anger fuelled state all you wanted to do was slap the pretty smirk off his face. 

Your fury must not have been displayed upon your face accurately enough for Tommy to depict, because he strode towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“Evening, love” he huskily said with a smile, his lips puckered to give you a kiss but you shrugged away from him forcefully which was an action that made him furrow his brow. From where he sat at the table, John eyed the situation with a curious amusement. He’d never really seen you two fight or had never heard you argue, but by the look on your face and the red colour on your cheeks that was becoming more prominent by the second, he knew he was about to witness an almighty quarrel. 

“Explain yourself” you took a step backwards when he went to wrap his arms around you again and you watched as his face now deepened its confusion “and don’t give me that look, Thomas! You know exactly what you did” 

“If this is about leaving you this morning without saying goodbye I didn’t want to wake you....and I left a note” he told you, his eyes glaring at John when he snickered loudly. 

“It’s not about that! This is about me walking around the city looking for a job for the past two weeks, coming home telling you I can’t find work and panicking that I’ll be jobless for another week. And then finding out you needed a secretary and hired Lizzie fucking Stark!” you were raising your voice a little louder than you’d intended but the boiling anger inside you was making all sense you had disappear.

“How did you hear about that?” Tommy asked you, stumbling a little to compose himself. 

“You’re worried about how I found out? Are you serious?” you scoffed at him with narrowed eyes “and if you really must know I heard it from Lizzie herself, stopped me in the middle of the street to tell me so she did. She seems pretty glad with herself, but so would I be if it meant I no longer had to fuck all of Birmingham for a few quid!” 

“You’re being childish, yn” Tommy said with a dark glower setting itself onto his features. He didn’t like being told off, and you could see in the depths of his eyes that he was beginning to get as angry as you were. 

“You’re being childish, yn” you almost spat at him as you repeated his words in a mimic “that’s the only response I’m going to get? You’re not going to explain to me why you didn’t tell me you needed a secretary? You knew I done that course, Tommy. You fucking knew I was looking for work and then you go and hire Lizzie?” 

“That’s bang out of order, mate” John inputted as he stood up, and his words caused Tommy’s attention to direct towards his brother and away from you. Secretly Tommy had always harboured a dislike for your and John’s friendship since you’d been a teenager, and was always aggravated whenever John jumped to your defence. That was Tommy’s job to protect you. No one else’s. 

“Nobody fucking asked for your input, John” Tommy seethed as his hand went to his pocket to pull out a cigarette. His eyes that were icy and hard didn’t leave John’s as he lit it. 

“Maybe not, but yn asked for an explanation and you haven’t given her one” John was taller than Tommy and used his height to glower at him toughly. You knew deep down that there was no way Tommy would ever be afraid of John, but you were grateful at least that one Shelby had your back. 

“Yeah, I hired Lizzie. She needed the work, and she’s good at typing and taking appointments” Tommy took a languid drag of his cigarette, trying to hide his building nerves with nonchalance. You knew him too well though, and you knew he was hiding something. 

You made your way towards him slowly, peering at him through narrowed eyes that never wavered from his face. Your heart was thrumming in your chest and your hands that had been tangled in Tommy’s hair the night before now trembled unsteadily by your sides. Tommy gazed back at you with those blue eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul, and his mouth was pursed in anticipation. 

“I needed the work. Me” you emphasised to him “the girl who’s loved you since you were twelve. The girl who waited for you after the war, the girl who you spend every night with. I love you and care for you, and you couldn’t even repay me by giving me a job? Instead you give it to the likes of her” 

“If we could just talk alone then maybe -” 

“No! John is my best friend and he has every right to hear this” you folded your arms, not missing how Tommy’s crystal eyes jumped to his brothers face. They narrowed spectacularly and you almost felt like sighing aloud. You’d always known of Tommy’s irrational jealousy towards your friendship with John, despite the fact he didn’t have anything to worry about. As irritated as you were with him, Tommy Shelby was the only man who would ever have your heart. 

“Look it’s nothing personal, alright?” Tommy turned back to face you, an annoyed tightness in his features and as you looked at him you noticed the hand that wasn’t holding a burning cigarette was clenched tightly beside him “I just think it’d be better if you didn’t work for me” 

You stood there in the tiny kitchen unable to move for a solid minute. You could feel both Shelby’s gauge your reaction, John’s eyes wide and concerned and Tommy’s filling with a regret for the words he’d just used. He didn’t want you to work for him, plain and simple, and you felt so useless and hurt in that minute that you almost cried. Almost. 

“You’re a selfish prick! Banging on about family this and family that, and how this is a family business! I’ve been a part of this family since I was orphaned at six! But I guess I know where I stand now” you could feel the tears prick your eyes but you blinked them back ferociously. Then your fury came back with a vengeance and the next words you said made Tommy’s clenched fist tighten even more “I guess you want Lizzie around so you can fuck her like old times, eh?” 

“That’s what you think of me, eh? You think I’d do that to you?” Tommy was furious, you could tell by the bite in his words and in the stone cold ice that was glazing over his eyes. His cigarette went to his mouth then and he took a long drag, those spectacularly frozen eyes narrowing at you as he did. 

The topic of other women Tommy had been with had always been a touchy subject, and the idea that Lizzie (who you had to see at church and at the market on Sunday) had been with Tommy always hurt you. You had loved him since you were only entering into adolescence and you had never been with a man before him, so the idea that he’d shared his bed with other women before you made you feel horribly jealous. 

“I don’t know what you’d do anymore! I hardly see you nowadays, you’re always gone when I wake up in the morning and I don’t see you again until you knock on my door late at night. I guess all I’m in your life for is to warm your bed! But wait, has Lizzie filled that position for me too?” your seething words made John snicker lowly but Tommy heard and the anger in his body was beginning to temper into pure rage. This situation was no laughing matter, and he wanted to punch John right there and then. How dare he laugh! Deep down Tommy wondered whether his younger sibling secretly delighted in the fact you two were squabbling. 

“This is getting ridiculous” he held up his hands, deciding that walking away from the conversation and approaching you again when you were being less irritable was probably the best thing to do. But you didn’t appreciate the fact he had walked away from you and back through the doors of the betting shop. 

“You know what, Thomas? Don’t bother coming home tonight! I don’t want you there!” the tears were spilling from your eyes now, tasting salty and bitter as they trickled past your lips. You whirled around then, not wanting John to see you cry but you could feel his warm hands on your shoulders not a second later.

“Don’t cry, yn” John said softly but his soothing nature only made you cry more. You wanted Tommy to be turning you around to look at him, you wanted Tommy’s hands on your face. But it was John who was comforting you now. 

“Why can’t he understand that what he done hurt me?” you whispered to John, watching through tear filled eyes as he frowned deeply. You and John had always been close, he’d always called you his second sister and had never liked seeing you cry. He’d once punched a boy in your school for making you cry during play time. 

“Tommy’s a stubborn man” John replied “but whatever the reason for him hiring Lizzie and not you....well it must make sense in his head or else he wouldn’t have done it” 

“You really think that? You don’t think he’s with her again, do you?” you wiped at your eyes furiously and John shook his head, bringing you close to his chest in the confines of his arms. 

“He’s been in love with you since we were kids. He did nothing but talk about you in France. When all the men would gather and talk about their sweethearts and how much they missed ‘em, it’d be you Tommy would bang on about. And I know it took him a while after the war to admit his feelings, but he has them. He still does” John reassured you “he’d never want another woman now that he has you” 

“He never told me about the France thing” you mumbled as you wiped a hand across your wet cheek and John chuckled deeply as he looked down at you. 

“Kept a little picture of you and everything, so he did. He must of looked at it a thousand times a day” John smiled as he placed a hand on your cheek, his kind eyes boring into yours with a soft concern “now the both of you need to cop on to yourselves and talk to one another like adults” 

“I guess you’re right” you told him, feeling within you that all too familiar guilt that normally bubbled up inside you after arguments. Perhaps you had been irrational and had let your quick temper get the better of you. Perhaps you should have approached him more civilly instead of attacking him with words and horrible accusations. 

But before you could make a move to go after Tommy and strike up a conversation of civility, you heard a noise by the door. Both you and John looked as Tommy strolled in, but he stopped mid step when he noticed how close you two were pressed together. John still had a hand cupped around your face and your arms were still around his waist. 

Tommy’s eyes scanned between the both of you, wide and accusing and you instantly broke apart. The innocent interaction between two friends looked utterly incriminating to Tommy, and he began to shake with temper from where he stood. He looked at you then with eyes that searched your face for an explanation, but when none was given to him he turned on his heels and stormed away. 

“Tommy, wait!” you called as you ran through the empty betting shop, but he was at the door in a few strides. The cold night air whistled inside and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you nearly tumbled onto the street. 

Fuck, you wanted to scream at the night sky for how this whole situation had spiralled into this outcome. You called and called Tommy to come back but he didn’t answer you. You could see his figure just dimly in the near horizon and then, like a shadow that moulds itself into the night, Thomas Shelby disappeared within the darkness of Birmingham. 

[spockandawe]

So, my heart keeps circling and circling back to The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, and I was idly prodding at why that is, even more than the other mxtx stories, and then I thought to myself, ‘why not ramble into the internet abyss instead of just in your own head?’ And so here we are.

I love this story so much, seriously. It was maybe the most difficult of the three novels for me to begin, because the translation editing is definitely rougher than mdzs and tgcf, and I think the story itself assumes that readers are kind of familiar with transmigration concepts (teal deer, person from real world reads novel, involuntarily is pulled into novel, often(?) as one of the established characters, lives out the-novel-plot-but-different).

But once I got past like, that first chapter? MAN. I was so hooked. 

I think the first thing that really stands out to me is that Binghe as a love interest is...I’m not sure I want to say he’s more “flawed” than the other mxtx love interests, but that’s the best word I’m finding right now. The wangxian ship is mostly in tune with each other in the present, despite a few lingering misunderstandings. And the hualian ship, like, hua cheng rolls up like ‘heyy what up i would do anything you asked of me’ and xie lian was like ‘you. i like you a lottle.’ and their in-book development is mostly about bringing xie lian up to speed on the depth of their history together.

But Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe! The original canon Binghe is specifically a blackened hero, who is casually cruel and manipulative, and has collected up a massive harem of pretty ladies to be his wives and concubines. Pretty much the last straw in that blackening is that his abusive teacher (who he still desperately wanted the approval of) found out he was half demon (also news to luo binghe) and kicked him into the abyss where he had a miserable few years having his demon blood awakened. Later, he came back to the human realm, much stronger and angrier than when he left, and his morally questionable adventures involved de-limbing his old teacher, cutting out his tongue, and keeping him alive for years.

Shen Yuan is a modern-day human bean who has been hate-reading the webnovel of this story, where he can see a lot of interesting potential in the story, but is massively frustrated by the things the author has chosen to do with it. It is a Significant shock to his system when he wakes up inside the story, in the body of Shen Qingqiu. After Luo Binghe has already been his student for some time. Also, there’s a System that’s policing whether or not he acts in-character as Shen Qingqiu, and he’s going to get punished if his points drop below a certain threshold. He gets more freedom to act as the story progresses, but at first he has to do things like argue with the System about why he should be allowed to give medicine to Luo Binghe after he gets beat up (it will shame their sect if outsiders see him with a bruised face). And on the one hand, he’s trying DESPERATELY to avoid a future where he gets mutilated and tortured by his student, but... he is absolutely a massive softy who takes no time at all to start ADORING this kid and being super proud of everything he does. He won’t admit that, even in his own pov, and he has a very, very reserved external manner, but he’s so soft on the inside.

(ps why did using fans as conversational props stop being a thing. maybe sometimes i don’t WANT my face hanging out in public, maybe sometimes it’s extra fun to hide your expression.)

And this makes for a fascinating dynamic, because this new Shen Qingqiu 1) adores Luo Binghe, 2) is terrified of Luo Binghe.

At first, when Luo Binghe is still a teenager, it’s easier to land on the side of just adoring him. The original canon character was a sweet, sweet kid all on his own. And Luo Binghe is still an extremely good boy when this novel starts, even though he’s being mistreated by his teacher and most of his fellow disciples. But when Shen Qingqiu starts giving him support and positive reinforcement, oh my god, he BLOOMS. 

But Shen Qingqiu is from outside the novel, and he knows where this is headed eventually. And at the point where the original character shoved Luo Binghe into the abyss for a couple years of misery, the new Shen Qingqiu thinks he’s in a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation, and... reluctantly does the same thing.

So here’s the trouble. Luo Binghe is... needy. He’s a needy, needy boy. He loves very hard and cares about his people (person) a lot, but he is also clingy as heck, jealous, and has MASSIVE abandonment issues. Getting this treatment from his favorite person in the entire universe is... not ideal. Having it happen when he’s just found out he’s half demon is even less ideal, especially when the framing makes it look like he’s being rejected because of What He Is, not something he has any power to change. And it ties back into to his oldest, most painful insecurities. His name literally means ‘lowered into the icy river’, because that’s what his birth mother did with him. 

So when he comes back to the human realm, he’s not as blackened as he was in canon, and doesn’t have a grudge of the same magnitude as the original Luo Binghe. But the person he loves most in the world hurt him very, very badly, and he :) has :) some :) questions :))))))))))))))

And this is the point where every time Luo Binghe breathes, Shen Qingqiu goes WAUGHHHH

Which is so TASTY, honestly! And the escalation of hurt and mistrust is such a delicious feedback loop! I love a good supportive relationship, but I live for two people who care about each other inadvertently inflicting massive wounds on each other’s hearts.

I don’t want to go into describing the later parts of the plot, because that seems like such a waste, but I feel like transmigration stories are the MOST tasty if having prior knowledge of a novel’s plot makes the leads act as dumbasses in all kinds of new and exciting ways. Which definitely, definitely applies here.

And there are all kinds of DELICIOUS side relationships, which weren’t there in the original canon, and that Shen Qingqiu accidentally discovers/uncovers while he’s fumbling around trying to dodge his canon fate. Like, early in the book, Shen Qingqiu is supposed to kill one of his peers in the sect. The guy was suffering from a qi deviation and the original Shen Qingqiu was like ‘look, he was out of control, and I didn’t want to kill him, but it was him or me.’ Everyone was skeptical, but they didn’t have any evidence to contradict him. This character was the brother of one of Luo Binghe’s eventual wives, so it was pretty much just another bonus reason to hate his shizun once he turned against him.

The new Shen Qingqiu is like ‘okay, so this Liu Qingge is supposed to be strong. Maybe if I save his life he’ll protect me from Luo Binghe?’ And it changes SO MUCH! And Shen Qingqiu is SO DUMB! He’s like ‘wow, liu qingge really hates me, huh.’ And Liu Qingge is like ‘WHY ARE YOU BEING NICE. IT’S WEIRD. ARE YOU REALLY STILL YOURSELF?’ And then later there are spoilery developments, but there’s this act of devotion that moves me so much. (five years!!!!!!!!!!)

And I don’t want to undersell the intense emotions these characters are so frequently feeling in this story, but they are also. so dumb. so frequently, frequently dumb. and I live for it.

Like, I just got past the part in the novel where Shen Qingqiu sees Luo Binghe and Liu Mingyan having their first conversation. Liu Mingyan is a legendary beauty (so beautiful she wears a veil, because otherwise her beauty is just too distracting) and eventually becomes one of Luo Binghe’s favorite wives. So Shen Qingqiu (who hates the original novel, but also sure has a lot of passion for it and remembers a lot of the details, considering how much he theoretically hates it) is like ‘OH, HOT DAMN. MY OTP’S FIRST CONVERSATION. I WANNA SEE HOW THIS GOES.’

And what happens is that Luo Binghe gets so massively jealous. We get a bit of his pov, where almost all of his thoughts are ‘WHY IS SHIZUN STILL LOOKING AT HER?? IT’S NOT LIKE YOU CAN SEE MUCH PAST THE VEIL ANYWAYS. AND ANYWAYS, I’M PRETTIER???????????????’ And finally Luo Binghe goes off out of sight with her so shizun can’t watch her anymore, and Shen Qingqiu is like ‘ah.... alas....... of course the protagonist and his lady get privacy for such an important scene..............’

They are so dumb, guys. They care so much, and they ache so much over each other, and they are so dumb. And the supporting cast isn’t much smarter. Even the smart ones have the dumb ones inflicted on them.

In the extras, at one point demon king Luo Binghe is addressing his main retainers, and he’s like ‘if... hypothetically..... two people’s hearts were out of alignment with each other........ how would u fix that.......... hypothetically..............’ And his poor retainers are like

But I really, really think that the protagonist being afraid of the love interest is a really key point for me, personally. And then it’s extra my favorite, because of 1) him having a good fucking reason to be afraid, and 2) his love interest having no goddamn clue. It makes for such a good blend of humor and sincere pathos. I’m weak to dumbasses-in-love as a dynamic, but it can be hard to have something so lighthearted while also working in painful emotional depths. The premise for this story is hard to replicate, and I’m kind of drawing a blank on anything that I’ve read that measures up to it, and the plot REALLY makes the use of some incredible foundations.

Anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk, this book is ridiculous and i love it, and it’s also the shortest and most linear of mxtx’s books, and i highly recommend it to everyone.

[written-prose-things]

Backpacking through Europe?

Forgive me for not using the full prompt, but i couldn’t let go of this idea... 

You can read the Fic on AO3 and ffn.net

SUMMARY: How Peter and Harley turn from enemies to friends to cute domestic scientist boyfriends who have a ten year plan...

It’s funny how quickly time passes. Peter and Harley had met in their sophomore year, at Tony’s penthouse. 

They had both been jealous of each other, trying to figure out their roles as Tony’s mentees- slash- adopted kids. 

Peter walked into the penthouse, uncertain. 

Tony had regaled him with stories of the quick-witted and smart Harley, who had connected with Tony much earlier. 

Though Peter didn’t want to admit it, he was very insecure. Usually, he could call Tony for every problem he had, whether big or small, but Tony did have an extremely hectic schedule. 

Would Tony still have time for him now that Harley was in the picture?

Peter sighed and walked into the penthouse. The elevator shut behind him with its usual ding, which sounded ominous today. 

“Hey, Peter. Come in here.” Tony yelled from his office. 

Peter walked in timidly. Tony and Harley were standing next to the windows, which spanned one entire wall of the office, staring outside. 

When the door shut with a creak, Tony turned around and smiled, “Hey kid, meet Harley.”

Outside Tony’s peripheral vision, Harley stared at Peter with a murderous expression. Peter gulped. 

The change in the blonde boy’s expression as he moved forward, scared Peter more than most of the preps he handled in the middle of the night. 

Just as Tony’s gaze settled on Harley, he became the personification of sunshine and rainbows. 

“Hey, Peter. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Harley drawled in his southern accent. 

Peter nodded shortly, “Yeah-yeah. Same.”

It was only when Harley let go of Peter’s hand did the super-powered kid realise how strong Harley’s grip was. 

Had he been a normal kid, Peter thought woefully, he would have broken a few bones at least.

Over the next few months, they resolved their animosity, while sitting on the roof of Stark Tower. 

Peter couldn’t stand it anymore. Every time he went to the tower, to meet Tony, for help or even for their weekly lab days, Harley was hanging around like a shadow. 

Peter didn’t understand it. They were getting along in school easily now after Harley had punched Flash in the face for bullying him. They even hung out alone in the tower sometimes, playing games on Harley’s new X-box. But Harley still leeched off Peter’s time with Tony.

Peter had made an effort to give Harley exclusive time with the inventor. Was it too much, to expect the same in return? 

So, when Peter walked into the lab, for some help with the suit and Harley was still there, Peter placed his suit next to Tony and promptly walked back out. 

Now, Peter was sitting in the roof, the quiet wind hitting him in the face. He assured himself, he had already spoken to Tony about what was wrong with the suit, he wouldn’t have been needed there anyway.

Then the elevator door opened. Peter sighed, apparently not. 

Peter abruptly turns around. This was not the person he expected. He focuses on what Harley is saying.

“You don’t have to keep storming away. I’m leaving.” Harley says harshly.

Peter shakes his head exasperatedly, “Quit being so dramatic, I don’t want you to leave.”

Harley yells back, “Excuse you? I’m the dramatic one? Who keeps storming out of here every time something doesn’t go their way?”

Peter points a finger at Harley, “I can’t help it, if you’re here all the time.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “That’s why I’m leaving.”

Peter smacks his head, “I don’t want you to leave forever. Just go somewhere else while I hang out with Tony.”

Harley laughs at that. But it isn’t the cute laugh he shared with Tony or the sarcastic laugh he aims at Peter. It’s a weird broken sound that surprises Peter and not in a good way.

Harley adds between his bouts of laughter, “ Somewhere else? Where is that?”

Peter shrugs, his anger fading away quickly, “I don’t know. To your friend’s house?”

Harley’s laughter stops abruptly, “My friend’s? I don’t have friends, Parker.”

Peter gives a confused reply, “What? Of course, you do...” then he realises, Harley’s friends are Ned, MJ and the aca-dec team. 

Harley must see the revelation on his face because he adds, “My friends were your friends first. Look me in the eye and tell me that you wouldn’t have been possessive about them.”

Peter’s eyes skitter to the ground. Harley snorts, “Even with Tony, you look like a dog ready to piss on a fire hydrant.”

Peter scrunches his nose at the imagery, but looks up and apologises, “Sorry I got so weird. I just felt like you were here to take him from me.”

Harley laughs at that. But this laugh is much better, it makes Peter feel good as well.

Harley adds, “Parker, you’re so dumb. I always had Tony’s number, even when I wasn’t here. Did it feel like I was stealing him away then?”

Peter shakes his head bashfully, “No.”

Harley replies snarkily, but Peter can detect tones of warmth under it, “It’s like your parents didn’t teach you to share.”

Just to be a little shit, Peter replies sullenly, “Don’t have parents.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “Jesus fucking wept, quit going on and on about being an orphan.”

Peter laughs at that. The tension in the air is gone, replaced with something far more electric, and Peter doesn’t know what to do with that. 

Harley shoves his hands into his pockets, “Now, I don’t know about spider people’s ability to feel cold, but as a human teenager, I don’t want to turn into a human popsicle.”

Peter sighs dramatically and gets up, “Alright, let’s go.”

Harley adds, “You better make me some hot chocolate for all the useless drama you’ve cluttered my life with.”

By the time they leave high school, their days of hating each other are long gone, replaced instead by a warm friendship. The day of their graduation ceremony is one which both of them cherish. 

It feels weird to decide their colleges in such a show-boaty and unnecessarily dramatic way, but that’s what Harley and Peter decide. Ned had already made plans to fly out to his school of bio-tech in Japan the day after their ceremony and MJ’s leaving for Stockholm for her journalism school the week after. 

Peter and Harley are the only ones who are looking at the same courses in the same schools and it’s going to be a dream come true if they decide to go to the same school. 

Peter takes a deep breath and clutches the letters he’s gotten from all the colleges he’s applied to, before getting into the car with May and driving to the high school. 

May parks the car and Peter steps out. The grass has been freshly cut, the sun is shining and the bleachers have been wiped down and placed in a semi-circle around the podium. 

Students in blue gowns and hats are milling around. Peter can;t see his friends in the mele yet. 

He turns around and puts his letter inside the car before walking towards the bleachers. 

May walks with him, holding his hand. Even though they aren’t talking about it, Peter knows they’re both thinking of Ben, how he’d have loved to be around for this day. 

May tightens her grip for a moment, Peter looks down at her. He’s grown taller in the last year. Tony had pitched a fit about it. 

“I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

Peter nods, swallowing the lump in his throat, “Thanks, May. I love you.”

When they reach the seating arrangements, May walks towards the bleachers, which are the parent’s area and Peter heads to the arrangement of chairs  directly in front of the podium. 

Coach Wilson is standing in front, directing students to their seats. He smiles at Peter and points him to his chair. Peter sits down and waits for his friends. 

MJ and Ned text his within a few minutes and they all get together to take pictures with each other and their parents, before heading back to their seats.

As expected, Peter gets a message from Harley five minutes before the ceremony starts. 

Hey, I’ve reached the parking lot. Where r u?

Peter rolls his eyes and types otu a reply, 

I’m sitting in my seat, at the right time. Get here quickly, it’s about to start. 

Harley replies with an eye-rolling emoji. 

The ceremony starts a few moments later, the ceremony starts. Thankfully, Harley is in his seat before Principal Morita starts his address. 

Harley, MJ and Ned walk across the podium before Peter. He holds up his phone and takes videos of them, yelling hard and hooting as they wave at him. 

He feels elated when his name is called.

After the ceremony is over, when everyone’s done taking photos, crying and hugging, Harley and Peter stand in the parking lot. 

They’re both holding the letter of the school they’re going to. Harley smiles at him softly. Tony, Pepper, May and baby Morgan are standing to the side. 

Peter’s heart is thundering. He hands Harley his letter and snatches Harley’s from his hand. 

He opens the letter with shaking hands and bursts out laughing as soon as he sees the letter head. 

MIT

They’re both going to MIT. Harley’s hug comes out of nowhere. Peter stands in his friend’s embrace, listening to his thundering heartbeat, which copies his own. 

When they separate, Peter realises that he’s crying. Harley’s face looks blurred and by the hiccuping sound that Harley’s making, he’s crying as well. 

The first few weeks at school are a little difficult as they try to get their bearings, but having each other helps both Harley and Peter a lot. Which brings them here. 

In their second year, Peter and Harley share a room, a bed and soft morning kisses. Sometimes, Peter feels like they’re an old married couple. 

Tomorrow is the first day of their winter break. They’re going home in three days. Peter lies awake in bed, staging out of the window. 

New Year’s is approaching. Although he hates to admit it, Peter and Harley have had a ten year plan since sophomore year and  they’re almost halfway through it. 

Of course, the list has changed slightly, with the change in their relationship, but the idea is the same. 

Peter sits up slowly. He hasn’t been able to sleep due to the excitement. He tries not to wake Harley up, but the blonde boy is a light sleeper. 

Harley pulls him closer by the waist and mumbles, “Hmm, where you goin’?”

Peter shrugs, “Couldn’t sleep.”

Harley cracks an eye open, “What’re you thinkin’ bout?”

Peter replies softly, “Our 2020 resolutions.”

Harley is suddenly wide awake, “2020 isn’t a real year!”

Peter laughs at that, “Yeah it is, babe.”

Harley jolts out of bed, “Holy mother of god, we haven’t even planned our trip.”

Peter laughs out loud at that. They have a tentative plan of going for a backpacking trip across Europe before their final year. 

Before Peter can say anything, Harley has pulled out his laptop and is staring at it, bleary-eyed, at it powers up. 

Peter crawls over to him and softly closes the laptop. Harley hums inquisitively, “Hmm?”

Peter shakes his head and puts the laptop back in its place on Harley’s table, which is right next to the bed. The alarm clock sitting there, reads 1:45 a.m.

Peter replies softly, “There’s still time for that, Harley. Why don’t you catch up on your sleep? We can plan tomorrow.”

Harley lies down easily, taking Peter with him, “Knew there was a reason why I loved you.”

Peter blushes and cuddles into his chest.

[reiranhell]

Who is more likely to hurt the other? Physically speaking, Ranmaru when he tells Reiji to stop with his stupid jokes. Emotionally, Reiji, especially when he tries to distance himself from Ranmaru, thinking he’s better off without him.

Who is emotionally stronger? Both, and nobody can change my mind. They had to go through a lot of shitty moments during their lives and look at them: I’m so proud of these two. And with each other by their side, they can put away this strength for a while and be vulnerable and protected by the other.

Who is physically stronger? Ranmaru. He surely trains more often than Reiji. AND IT SHOWS. Oh God,I just pictured Reiji seeing Ranmaru without his shirt on, his well-defined abs in full view, than he rises his own shirt and pinches his little rolls of fat. Ranmaru sees this, grins and starts teasing him by pinching his belly while Reiji tries to put up resistance, telling Ranmaru to leave him alone. Then Ranmaru whispers to his ear that he’s fine the way he’s, ‘cause “you know that I like biting, I need meat for that”. And now Reiji doesn’t know if he’s horny OR OFFENDED.

Who is more likely to break a bone? Again, Ranmaru. I can see this dumb perfectionist exaggerating during one of his morning runs and break an ankle.

Who knows best what to say to upset the other? Reiji, definitely. When he wants to, he can be pretty harsh and cold with his words. It happens rarely, only when he’s in a terribly state of mind, but he surely knows how to make Ranmaru suffer. Fortunately for the both of them, as their relationship grew stronger, Ranmaru became aware of the fact that when this happens, it’s just Reiji implicitly asking him for help and support.

Who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Well, honestly it depends. Normally one would instantly say Reiji, but if Ranmaru is aware of being in the wrong it’s not a problem for him to swallow his pride and apologise to Reiji. Needless to say that Reiji is more than willing to forgive his Ran-Ran and shower him with hugs and kisses. Reiji hates quarrels, but definitely loves the make up sex that comes after.

Who treats who’s wounds more often? Reiji with Ranmaru, but in general they don’t get wounded that often.

Who is in constant need of comfort? B O T H. But they are too stubborn to admit it, and eventually one of them breaks when their thoughts get the best of them.

Who gets more jealous? Again, both. But Reiji is more lowkey about it, and it’s way more terrifying than Ranmaru. He will gently smile and tell you to stop trying to be so “friendly” with Ranmaru, but his eyes…aren’t smiling at all.

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Reiji, and we have seen it in the “Kizuna” episode. If he’s stressed and the only thing Ranmaru can do is yell to him instead of trying to talk it out calmly, he will leave him and take his car to cool himself in a peaceful place.

Who will propose? RANMARU. HOW MANY OF YOU THOUGHT I WOULD SAY REIJI? PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND. Reiji has a lot of issues with himself, and he’s scared to hurt Ranmaru. He is certain of the fact that he will never be able to make Ranmaru happy, so the idea of a marriage between the two is impossible for him. Ranmaru has a long way ahead in order to change his mind, especially on himself.

Who has the most difficult parents? Ranmaru. I see Reiji’s family as more open minded, his mother and sister would accept and love Ranmaru. But you know what? Even if Ranmaru’s mother is probably more strict and conservative, I think that after all that happened to their family, his first priority would be Ranmaru’s happiness.

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Since they are idols, it’s difficult holding hands in public, but Reiji is the one who initiates it. It especially occurs when they are sitting near each other, maybe during a meeting, under the table. Ranmaru glares at him whenever he does it, but never withdraws his hand.

Who comes up for the other all the time? REIJI, OF COURSE. The big flirt loves to stir and provoke Ranmaru, he knows it’s worth it when he succeeds in turning Ranmaru’s switch on. And Ranmaru doesn’t complain either when this happens.

Who hogs the blankets? Reiji. And not only he hogs the blankets, he also cuddles near Ranmaru for more warmth.

Who gets more sad? Ranmaru, but more than sad is a “I’m done with human interaction, leave me the fuck alone with my music”. He tends to isolate himself a lot.

Who is better at cheering the other up? Reiji, ça va sans dire. He knows how to cheer him up, be it with delicious and warm food, or simply with his company. They often talk about music or other stuff they are both passionate about. Reiji will let Ranmaru have his alone time, but he will never leave him too alone with himself.

Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Ranmaru, he’s always so done with Reiji’s jokes.

Who is more streetwise? R A N M A R U. This guy left home when he was still a teenager, worked his ass off in order to survive monthly and dealt with the Yakuza. Welp.

Who is more wise? Reiji. He knows a lot due to his long experience.

Who’s the shyest? Neither of them is shy, but Ranmaru can get easily embarrassed whenever Reiji shows to him his knowledge on how many kinks exist in the world. He’s a pure soul at heart, okay?

“What kind of fucked up mind would actually enjoy this?”

“… Mine?”

“…”

Who boasts about the other more? Both, and in this case Ranmaru is the lowkey one. He’s not as open as Reiji when he speaks about him, but he will drop a thing or two during a conversation with a proud smile on his face.

Who sits on who’s lap? Reiji. And I swear, this is one of the thing he does when he wants to get Ranmaru in the mood. When it’s just the two of them, Ranmaru loves to grab his ass and fondle it with his fingers while they are busy making out.

[australet789]

random question, but, do u feel that the writers of ML r messed up the plot at this point? There r so many wrong things with the current episodes such as the girls fighting for a guy, Adrien dont accepting Ladybug's rejection, literally making Marinette a joke and making her crush for Adrien a completely obsession at this point?? idk, i feel all those things, But what do u think? :o

i dont think they have fucked up with the plot

and that people are overthinking way too much,

first, and before people try to say no, they are teens. and yes teens make crazy stuff and are dumb and stupid. And dont go telling me “but i would never”, cause that’s a lie.

now that i settled that

The girls fighting for a guy 

is an understatemnt, cause we know now that Chloe didnt know that Marinette has a crush on Adrien until Animaesto. So she was just possesive of her friend, not because she wanted something romantic. She even laughed at Marinette’s crush.

About Kagami, you could say that yes, she likes Adrien romantically but also because she believes that Adrien is in love with Marinette and that she is the one rejecting him and leading him with his feelings. That’s why Kagami is fighting over Adrien.

And Marinette understood what she was doing was wrong and felt bad. In fact, she wasnt that jealous until Chloe suggested that Kagami could take Adrien away from Paris.

And Lila? she doesnt like Adrien, she even reacted badly in Chameleon when he talked her out. She is just doing it because she wants Marinette to suffer.

So yes, maybe the only one fighting for Adrien is Kagami at this point but in the end, is all because of Marinette.

Adrien not accepting Ladybug’s rejection and Marinette’s crush

This is a controversial topic. not inside the show but in fandom and how the fandom perceives those interactions. 

Ladybug so far had rejected Chat…twice? thrice if i remember correctly. Rejected him saying it those words. And i think the most honest one was in Glaciator.

The rest? The rest was Chat with a very bad timing and Ladybug feeling overwhelmed by it. 

Like, im gonna put it this way:

The Ladynoir in canon has veeeeery little interactions unless they are fighting an akuma. They dont have a second of peace and when everything is done they have a timer. 5 minutes or less.

Now Chat has those 5 minutes trying to impress Ladybug and convincing her to date him. 

5 minutes

That’s gotta be difficult. And he, remember, doesnt know how to proper act. so he does what he thinks work faster: flirts and tries to be charming. He is not forcing her to kiss her. he is just saying “hey maybe im better please see that how much im trying and this other guy is not”

Is he stupid? yes of course. he is a dumb teenager with a lot of hormones. But so is Marinette trying to make a big plan to date Adrien in Gigantian.

And so far, i think Ladybug’s reactions to Chat’s flirting is made to be an exaggeration cause she wants to deny she has feelings for him.

I remember when i was young and someone asked me if i had a crush on a guy i did have a crush i was “pffft…him…nah” and even act horrified when suggesting it cause i didnt want anyone to know.

Like, i had this crush on a guy and i got sooo mortified when my classmates knew aboiut it that i lied and said that i had invented the guy.

Going into Marinette’s crush. Again, she overthinks too much. But she knows how to behaviour way better than Adrien. And yes, most of the stuff shown in the show is for the jokes more than to take it seriously.

Liek, remember in Gravity Falls how Dipper wanted to be in the fair with Wendy and made this big plan??? that involved travelling in time and getting a pig?

So in conclusion

While i think the ML writers could approach certain themes better, they are doing a good job. Not perfect. I dont think they will ever can. But they are not doing it with malice and they are aware of certain topics that are being handled little by little.

[okdeaky-blog]

my boy // hardzello

Summary: Joe’s crushing hard, of course, Ben doesn't care.

Pairing: ben hardy x joe mazzello (platonic), ben hardy x fem!reader (mentioned)

Word Count: 578 (is this a drabble?)

Warnings: Insecure!Joe and nothing more? i suck at this?

A/N: welcome to the new era of me, posting shit like this!!! i hope this isn't that bad ???? thank u, next. i love that reader is only mentioned ajsasas. highkey inspired by my boy - billie eilish.

part 2

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A week after he posted that video, the fandom went crazy, but only Joe and the rest of the cast knew the exact truth.

Joe was acting like nothing was happening on the awards, but he still was happy for Ben. The whole situation went out of control when he posted the video. Certainly, the whole relationship thing with Ben was only utterly platonic for everyone and him, but the whole new girlfriend thing was getting in Joe’s nerves.

Ben was dating a girl, a totally benign girl called Y/N Y/L/N.

The whole thing was an illusion to hide the girl from the paparazzi. Ben asked Joe to do that thing to keep the fans and media out of his private life and Joe accepted because he was developing a tiny crush on Ben.

The only thing was that Joe, well, he took the thing very seriously.

Cardboard Ben was created when Ben was filming a movie and the rest of the Bohemian Rhapsody cast was on a press tour, and for sure Ben was pleased with the help he was receiving from his friend, but Joe started to post more things to do an excellent fanservice for his adorable fans and Ben thought of making them crazier with that video.

So, the video happened and Joe was starting to lose his mind.

The girl was so nice, he was mad at himself for being jealous of her. He was only one of Ben's many friends so this thing he was feeling wasn’t right.

Just after filming the video both of them got themselves in an awkward position one on top of the other so Joe got up quickly and he fixed his clothes.

“S-sorry,” Joe blushed cheeks caused Ben to let out a small smile “I will go to my room I guess.”

“Don’t go, stay with me.”

“Why?” Joe’s teenage heart was beating faster.

“You are my friend? I like to spend time with you.”

“Oh, well, yeah sure.” Joe disappointment was noticeable to Ben.

“What’s wrong Joe?” Ben wasn’t sure what was happening in between the both of them but Joe wasn’t the same since he started dating Y/N.

Oh, I’m so fucking dumb. Ben though.

“It’s a little silly you know…”

“If that makes you sad, it’s important to me.” Ben was giving him a warm look and Joe sighed.

“Do you… care about me?” Ben's eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I care about you Joe, a lot by the way.” Joe looked away.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I promise you that I adore you.” Ben knew where the conversation was going.

“But do you, like me… in the other way? Joe’s face was deep red at this time.

“Another way Joe?” Ben was a 100% dumbass.

“Don’t make this harder Ben, I’m lowkey crushing about you.”

“Oh.”

“That´s everything you got to say? Nothing that could make me, I don’t know, feel better?”

“But Joe, I have a girlfriend.” Ugh. Joe rolled his eyes.

Joe snapped “I’m not trying to broke up you two, you asked what was happening and I gave you an answer.”

“Right, I don’t love you… that way.”

“Well, nobody does” Ben's heart tightened a little.

Joe left the room slamming the door letting Cardboard Ben lying next to the real Ben.

well, my boy don’t love me like he promised.

[roadkillfuneral]

if connor never found the letter

No Letter AU a.k.a. connor and Evan were set up to be a perfect gay love story

-The story is the same up until the moment after Connor signs Evan’s cast. He doesn’t find the letter and leaves the computer room, already forgetting the nervous boy he just encountered

-Evan goes home and his mom sees Connor’s name on his cast bigger than life itself and invites him over for dinner. Connor never has a chance to even think about his previous plans that night

-As soon as Heidi leaves them alone they begin bonding over overbearing mothers and, soon after, shared disdain towards their fathers, and they’re attached to each other before they even realize

-Sometimes due to Evan’s mother, but more on their own, the two start to hang out. They goof around, talk about books they like and Connor shows Evan loud music and Evan shows Connor… support.

-At some point Evan notices the marks on Connor’s arms and asks about them, completely innocently. Connor lashes out of course, defensive as all get out because it’s not Evan’s business, it’s not anyone’s business, he doesn’t have to talk about it with anyone, it doesn’t matter he’s fine

-And Evan drops it because he’s confused but also because he wants to respect Connor’s wishes

-Connor sees that and not too much time later, he finds himself confiding in Evan, telling him about them, what he’s done, how long he’d been clean, but it doesn’t really matter, he’s fine. And Evan, touched, tells how he’d broke his arm. The real story.

-And then there’s a moment where they both have never felt less alone.

it doesnt end there though

-the friendship progresses pretty much perfectly. Connor’s parents love polite little Evan, and Heidi, at first, is just glad that Evan has a friend, but then she sees some of her lost teenage self in Connor and finds that Connor is actually a funny kid???

-Heidi and Connor totally playfully gang up on Evan “sh hon the grownups are talking” they sip their tea in unison  omg give me heidi and connor cute friendship

-By now Evan is coming to Connor’s house whenever Connor isn’t at his and his crush on Zoe is ever persistent. And one day he makes a fool of himself, trips or chokes and eventually Connor is just like dude. what’s going on.

-so Evan comes clean, all blushy and dumb and gushing, but apologizing all the while because she’s your sister I’m sorry but gosh have you seen her smile? sorry but wow

-then Connor feels it. the tug in his chest and the burning of emotions he thinks are gone, thinks he couldn’t possibly feel anymore

-Connor has always known. He was lucky to grow up in this generation where he sees men holding hands on the sidewalks and it’s been a couple years since gay marriage was legalized. He knows this and he’s long since accepted it, though he’s never been with anyone cos everyone fucking sucks have you met people? they’re gross

-But Evan. He’s sweet and understands Connor and when he laughs- not that awkward laugh, but a real laugh that’s hard and deep- Connor’s heart stammers.

-he feels it even before that moment but he only begins to really comprehend his feelings when he’s jealous

-He manages to ignore it until one day when he asks Evan if he wants to smoke weed with him

-Evan trusts Connor fully and he’s curious and Connor always seems so laid back when he does it

-So he agrees, even if he’s a little skeptical 

-He’s an anxious mess at first and coughs his lungs up and Connor has to light the pipe for him because Evan’s hands are shaking so bad and Connor was just planning on giving him a few hits, making him chill, but Evan takes a few too many drags and he is stoned

-At first Evan is just giggling and rambling and fluttering his hands and he seems fine and Connor thinks its fine so he smokes a little more, feels a little lighter, a little more high

-To this day he doesn’t know who started it. All he remembers is touching Evan’s hands and Evan touching his hair and counting Evan’s eyelashes and then they were kissing 

-Connor has kissed a couple people before, usually pecks and things like that, and he assumed Evan has never kissed anyone before but it feels perfect, it feels like finally

-They’re pretty much making out by the time Evan pulls away, his eyes wide and scared and no longer high. Connor wants to kiss him again but he looks so scared. It’s a silent moment before Evan runs out silently  

-Evan knows he’s not gay. Connor knows he is. Connor knows what he wants. Evan does not. 

-he knows that he’s been admiring Connor, sure. He likes how tall he is and his black nail polish and how when he’s angry (even though he’s almost always angry) his eyebrows pucker but his bad moods make him look likes hes glowing when he smiles or laughs and…. that doesn’t make him gay, does it?

-So naturally he goes to his mother. 

-And he’s like so. asking for a friend. what should you do if your friend of the same sex kisses you (even though he thinks he might have initiated it) and you kinda like it and might wanna do it more

-Heidi freaks out she’s all oh you and connor would be so cute oh what a sweet boy your cousin lindy can flower girl at the wedding 

-Connor is all mom no for a friend

-Heidi smiles and agrees to play along, tells Evan, all wise and mom-like, that if he really likes Connor then he needs to tell him and see how Connor feels and talk out where they should go from there. 

-Evan is scared to death. He likes Connor so much (in what way he doesnt know) and he’s pretty much his only friend and he’s so scared of ruining this but he goes anyways 

-There’s a lot of stuttering and flushing on Evan’s part and mumbling and avoiding gazes on Connor’s part but they both admit to the feelings they have that are definitely not Straight and by the time theyre done they’re kissing again, simultaneously relishing in the fact that it feels much better sober and knowing where they stand 

bonus content

-connor’s long noodle ass limbs getting in the way of everything. when they cuddle its a jumble of connor’s ligaments and evan in a ball watching as his beanpole of a boyfriend tries to adjust 

-oh and cuddling? these two are a fucking mess

-it starts off the most awkward thing ever as i said connor can’t adjust himself and evan doesnt know where to put his hands but they are both very touch starved but they dont give up they keep trying and eventually connor knows just how to curl himself around evan so he can kiss his forehead and whisper in his ear and evan still can touch connor’s hair and snuggle his face into his tiddies chest 

-connor denies that he likes it even a little bit even though he’s the one that initiated it, the nerd

-possessive connor. bruh. 

-once he gets evan he refuses to let him go. if he sees alana even look at evan for too long he feels the need to take that moment to grab his hand (if he isn’t already holding it) or to kiss him or grab his ass whatever connor is possessive but pretty harmlessly. he knows evan likes him and only him but still. 

-evan can also get jealous at times, though his is much more lowkey. if someone flirts with connor he wont speak up, but he’ll feel the need to tell connor how much he likes him and cherishes him. connor understands. 

-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed

-stop that ‘evan makes connor stop smoking’ bullshit. im here for evan becoming a borderline stoner because it helps with the anxiety. he might evan smoke more than connor. maybe he likes edibles more but im totally here for connor and evan shotgunning because homies share hits

-speaking of evan’s anxiety

-connor is annoyed with it at first tbh. evan’s nervousness and awkwardness grates on him but then he’s okay with it and then he finds it cute and then he loves him for it

-who says i love you first? ohoho boy

-i have way too many headcanons for this but my favorite is that they’re hanging out, probably smoking, def telling jokes and swapping little kisses and they’re laughing and evan just kinda says it

-connor’s mother doesn’t even tell him she loves him that much anymore. she kinda gave up when he started taking out his anger on everyone including her and when evan says it, connor stutters it back, but he says it, and dives down to kiss evan again but honestly no kiss could convey how happy he feels. evan says it many more times that night. 

-zoe doesn’t get it tbh

-first this anxious weirdo comes into her house and is looking at her weirdly and then he’s looking at her brother and her brother is looking back and she hears laughing coming from connor’s room it’s weird but hey at least he isn’t acting crazy anymore

-then one night she hears a car come up the driveway at like 11 at night and she goes to her window to see who in fresh hell it is, forgetting that connor has gone to evan’s for the afternoon

-she sees the two get out of the car and go to the door. they chat a little bit and connor is smiling and their faces are weirdly close and they stop and evan leans up on his toes and oh my god they’re making out on the porch

-she never mentions it but there’s at least a week or more where she can’t look at connor 

-if im being honest i see evan being ace but if he weren’t/still copulates with connor, im here for power bottom connor

-someone that wasn’t me mentioned evan still letting cynthia pay for his college but only if she gets connor therapy and i love it and i love evan getting connor to therapy and i love him getting therapy gwahh

i havent got anything else but um this au kills me daily hope u like it adios

[meet-me-at-kingsmeet]

Wedding Sabotage au Feat. Laurent and Nik teaming up

This is an outline of like????,,, one scene and yep lemme kno if u actaully would want this bc lmaoo......*wears sunglasses to hide the tears*

Auguste and Damen grew up together as friends and had brought the families together after a long time of low-key petty rivalry. Laurent grew up with Damen but was much younger than both Damen and Auguste. Damen had all the qualities of a hero from his books (that and he was *que 11 year old blushing smaurent* “super pretty”). Well this crush never went away, to Laurent’s dismay, because he knew Damen would always see him as a little kid.

Laurent was 19, turning 20, and finally going to try and tell Damen his feelings. To which gets stopped dead in his tracks when he comes home and Damen is there, sweetly tipsy with a beautiful blonde on his arm.

Laurent is very bitter, and after two years he is, how do you say, extremely bitter.

Laurent is at the engagement party for Damen and Jokaste.

He is standing next to Auguste, in a circle of party goers who are all celebrating and congratulating Damen

Laurent is in a particularly foul mood

Nikandros who is also in this small circle of “assholes” (as he would put it) he is also a very bitter best friend

Anyways Damen leaves to go find Jokaste (she walked away to talk to other guests or something) and he kisses Laurent on the cheek before leaving and drags Auguste with him

Laurent’s mood worsens,,,, he gotta fight w someone and Nik is the closest victim

Ahh Nik and Laurent what a relationship they have had

Nik has always been Damen’s like,, bff, and Laurent was more of a nuisance than anything

He was rude, uncaring of Nik, and would steal Damen away if given the opportunity. Nik knew he was a smart kid, but he was a snake

Laurent starts picking fights with Nik “Has Damen decided best man? I bet he has. It’s not you, his wedding needs to maintain sophistication and not have some poor, bankrupt businessman’s son represent the esteemed Theomedes name” or some rude bullshit like that

“Well I’ll just have to make sure you sit in the back Laurent, wouldn’t want a jealous, insecure child interrupting such an esteemed wedding”

A verbal (and very cruel) fight ensues

Laurent’s uncle comes up placing his hand on Laurent’s shoulder as is like “Laurent don’t make such a scene. These actions are why forming relationships with you is so difficult.” ((fuck the regent 5ever))

Laurent needs to breathe and heads to the restroom that’s in a separate hallway of Damen’s luxurious mansion

At the bathrooms he hears Jokaste and Kastor speaking in hushed tones so he creeps up to listen in and theyre standing very close

Staying stuff like “I know you’re upset, calm down, baby I’m handling this okay? This will work out if we stick with the plan and I marry Damen-” u kno crap like that and Laurent is like ‘this bitch wtf tryna fuck w my man aw hell nah’ but in a more laurent way

He’s actually really upset for Damen

He heads back to the party and is walking through the crowd, trying to find Damen

He gets turned around and is back where he came out that hallway and makes eye contact with Jokaste who was walking out with Kastor

His eyes narrow and Jokaste tries to keep her best poker face and goes over to talk to Laurent who is stiff

It’s one thing to fight with Nik, Damen knew they didn’t get along and he more saw it as harmless bickering, it was another to fight with Jokaste, and while Laurent had the tongue of a viper, Jokaste had the tongue of Laurent, but a mind similar to his Uncle’s (in the sense of control and manipulation) and she has six years of street smarts.

(I see Damen/Jokaste/Nik as all very street smart while Laurent is booksmart, which to me makes sense bc Laurent didn’t have a lot of social interaction when he was a teenager, besides manipulation and abuse)

But Damen appears out of nowhere, and Laurent can feel his heart hurt bc he spent 10 minutes looking for him, but when Jokaste appeared he was there, instantly, and Laurent couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to have someone like Damen love him. Being greeted with smiles and eyes full of love.

Now he was just pissed (both at Jokaste for ruining a good thing and at himself for having a dumb thought that anyone would love him even a fraction of what Damen felt for Jokaste)

Nik was at the lavish bar and his drink (a straight shot of Vodka) was set down, only to be lifted up and thrown back by Laurent who sat down

Que Nik’s super offended and annoyed with Laurent face (yes Laurent has earned his very own countenance on Nikandros’ face) (he’s almost proud)

“ You can’t hold your liquor, Laurent” “you can’t hold a relationship but I don’t say anything”

Anyways they start talking and slowly they both realize they don’t want Damen to marry Jokaste

“We break them up”

“You can’t be serious, Laurent”

“She isn’t good for him and we both know she’s fucking Kastor.”

“and Damen would never listen to us.”

Laurent nods and this “And he would never listen to us. Too blinded by loyalty and love. A dog won’t listen when you tell him to bite their owner even if their owner beats them.”

“Too loyal.” Laurent nods again at this and they’ve both relaxed together, probably for the first time forever. “I don’t want to hurt Damen. I just...want to protect him”

“Jokaste will hurt him.”

“So we’re forced to choose what kind of hurt he feels?”

“Not forced. We’re in the trolley dilemma. Let one person get hit or five?”

“Who does Damen represent? The one or the five?”

Laurent doesn’t have an answer for this. What he does know is that he needs to stop the wedding and end the engagement. But, he can’t do it alone, without Nikandros. (He could but the risk of failure or getting caught diminishes with Nikandros)

Laurent orders two shots, him and Nik hold them up to each other. A serious countenance on both their faces “To Damen,” Laurent says.

“To Damen,” and they hit their glasses together and throw back the vodka

Wedding Sabotage au---engagement party part 2ish??

Damen comes over, drunk and happy at the engagement party and drapes himself over Nik, making kissy faces, trying to kiss him because “c’mere Nikky I love you so much”

“Damen hi” Nikandros is tense and Laurent gives him the look, u kno the one that’s like ‘if you dont relax i’ll make u and it won’t be pleasant’

“I saw you guys throw some cheers and drink,” Damen is only slightly slurring, swaying, and doesn’t seem to want to go away anytime soon. “How could you without me?”

“We through cheers to you kiddo”

“To me?” Damen lets out a giggle along with a dopey grin. “You guys are,” Damen presses his face into Nik’s ((I have Nik and Damen headcanoned as affectionate in the same way that girls traditionally are)) “the greatest.”

Damen takes a breath and stares at Laurent while resting his face against Nikandros, who is holding him up and patting his shoulder

Laurent: “What, Damen?” his words are tense

“Nothing. I enjoy the feeling I get when I look at you”

Laurent’s brain is like: skjkdsfgjdfshbgdjvhdj,hbd

Sorry no, its more like: SJKSGDJHGHGJHGHFDHDJGDGHKDSJH

So he just doesn’t reply and turns away and Damen is just like “remember when you were a kid? Like seven, and you would beg for me to pick you up but once you were up you refused to be put back down?”

And laurent is like ‘oh my god are you really going to do this now??’ but he just looks back over at damen with furrowed eyebrows damen is just like

“You’re gonna find someone whose gonna want to pick you up and never put you down. Just like Auguste and I.”

And Laurent is now very done with life and getting hit w a bus doesnt seem all too bad so he goes to leave

But laurent is petty and lives for drama

So of course b4 he goes

He gracefully strides up to Nik and Damen, Damen smiles

Laurent grabs Nikandros’ face with one hand (Nik is wide eyed but cant do nothing cause his hands are full) and says seductively “My place at eight, tomorrow” and strides out of the mansion

As soon as he exits though he feels sick and hurt and wants to puke so he texts Auguste who comes out immediately “do you want me to stay home with you?” “No just drive me home and go back to the party. I need to be alone”

MEANWHILE lmao Damen is like “hahahaha thats *eye twitch* interesting ummm Nik???? That Laurent would say thay hahaa r u going on a date or soemthing?????”

And Nik is like “uuuuhhh maybe?” bc he is like ‘is this part of the plan or????’

Damen is NOT jealous

Except that he is and is no longer in the mood for cuddles

Damen “im not jealous but ummm, excuse me sweetie :) u cant date laurent”

Nik is just ????????

wants to go home he can’t handle these children and is very tired

[i-read-good-books]

Expomise Chapter 6!

I updated Expomise!

Summary: 

“It’s really good to see you, Victor. Love the hair.”

His friend flushes, “Y-yes, I thought so, too.”

For a moment, they just kind of stand there, in silence, not really knowing what to say. Yuuri wants to tell him to come in again, wants to ask how Chris and Georgi are doing, wants to reach out and touch him, like he always does.

Except… he doesn’t.

Link to ao3: here

Chapter under the cut:

“I am a strong, independent wizard who needs no man,” Yuuri whispers to himself, clutching his scarf close to his chest. “This is fine.”

“Yuuri?” Luke’s voice reaches him just as he’s finishing lacing up his skates, as cheerful as always. “We’re waiting for you here!”

“...Coming,” he calls back weakly, straightening himself up and turning to glance backwards. The Coaches who have hours in the mornings are on the ice, carefully guiding beginners and lecturing some more experienced skaters, all of which look half-asleep still, clinging to the barriers and groaning every few minutes of exhausting exercise.

Luke, of course, is also there; because the universe just hates Yuuri that much that it didn’t have enough making him anxious and terrified of squirrels. He’s at the short door that opens up to the ice, beaming at him, wearing his colourful pink beanie and the tightest leggings Yuuri’s ever seen (and he’s a ballet dancer). “Slide in, big boy.”

Yuuri flushes as he’s making his way towards him, wincing at the sound the blade make against the ground, even if it’s protected against them, “Please don’t call me that, Luke.”

“Aw,” the teenager pouts, in a way  so unnecessarily dramatic that it reminds Yuuri of Phichit. “But aren’t you such a big, strong boy?”

“I’m thi- almost fourteen,” he splutters, not meeting his eyes. “And I’ve got class now, you know.”

“You were so much nicer to me at the beginning,” Luke smiles, gently moving so that they’re skating together towards where the  Coaches are. Yuuri only has morning classes like these on weekends, since he mostly uses the rink alone with Celestino during the afternoons, to practice his magic, and he’s changed his rink from last year, so he’s still a bit unfamiliar with the rest of the adults there. That means nothing when it comes to Luke, though, he practically lives here.

Yuuri met Luke last year, at the open ice rink during Christmas, and Luke told him he had talent.

“He was scared of you at the beginning,” Yuuko pipes in, happily coming to a stop in front of them. She’s the reason Yuuri changed rinks this year, to one further away from his home, which he has to Floo to. It’s close to Minako’s, though, so he makes the trip count.

“He couldn’t be,” Luke gasps, “I’m so undeniably pleasant.”

He smiles at Yuuri as he says so, taking a moment to rub his shoulders in a friendly way, the same kind of ‘big brother’ affection he loves showering Yuuri in, and his blue eyes shine.

For a moment, Yuuri can’t breathe properly.

“Come on, Yuuri,” Yuuko grabs his hand, “We have to practice together! That’s why we’re rinkmates. You can try holding me up.”

“Yuuko, that’s dangerous - “

“Gotta go, bye!”

Honestly? She’s just saved him from completely humiliating himself by trying to speak to Luke normally. It’s basically impossible.

…

Yuuri is um, he’s pretty sure he kinda, um… he kinda likes Luke.

It’s not a big deal! And it’s not like Yuuri is like, totally lusting after him or falling in love with him, either. Luke is just really handsome, and nice, and smiles a lot, and holds his hand when he trips on ice, and says his skating is good, and -

Well. Luke is um. He’s a cool guy, okay? Anyone would have a small crush on him, he’s got that special charm that makes people flock to him like birds. Mari teases him about it all the time, to his absolute horror. Whenever she comes pick him up at the ice rink she makes a show out of calling out Luke’s name, asking how Yuuri’s done, and smiling blindingly the whole way through, ecstatic.

“I hate you so much,” Yuuri groans as they exit the place, burying his face in his hands. “Why can’t you let me be?”

“Oh, was I bothering you two?” Mari presses the back of her palm against her forehead, mock-ashamed. “I never meant to interrupt your romantic encounters. But you can’t blame me, the last time you had a crush was on that one girl who lives across the street.”

“He’s like, your age,” Yuuri whines, pushing her so that she moves quickly. He’s almost certain Luke can’t hear them, but it’s better to make sure. Just in case. “And I don’t like him!”

His sister hums noncommittally, “Yes, of course. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Yuuri.” She smirks, “Or whatever helps you at night, even if you don’t actually sleep.”

“Oh my god - I can’t believe - I am going to murder you -” His cheeks are flaming red. Did she just imply…?

Mari holds her hands up, “You’re almost fourteen, little bro, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Yuuri glares at her, hoping his blush isn’t as noticeable as he thinks, “Well, you tease like a two-year-old, so it’s an easy mistake.”

“Oi!” she punches him in the arm lightly, cackling when he yelps. “No badmouthing your sister because you get hot over an older guy!”

“Please kill me,” Yuuri begs to no one in particular.

Of course, Phichit’s reaction to the “news” (Yuuri awkwardly mumbling, “I think I have a crush on a guy at my ice rink.” during one of their nightly Skype calls, feeling like his heart’s about to burst out of his chest) is much different, and almost endearingly Phichit-like.

First, he tells Yuuri that under no circumstances is he to try to date the guy, as if.

“He is much older than you, Yuuri!” he waggles his finger threateningly on his laptop’s screen. “And a guy who hasn’t already asked you out on a date after seeing you in your ice skating glory doesn’t deserve you, anyway. Besides,” he seems especially insistent in this part, “I think you already have some very, very dateable people around you. You don’t need this boy.”

“I’m not going to date him,” Yuuri whispers harshly, checking around to make sure his parents haven’t woken up. No sound from their bedroom. “I was just telling you because it’s been driving me mad. Now that I’ve actually told someone, I can forget him!”

“Oh, no,” Phichit smiles, “You ain’t forgetting Luke Matthews anytime soon, buddy, but well. He’s your type, isn’t he? Gorgeous blond hair, endless blue eyes, smooth pale skin, and that smile, dear lord.”

Yuuri’s eyes widen, “Phichit, how do you know what he looks like?”

“How do you think?” he raises an eyebrow. “I just followed him on Instagram, obviously.”

“Phichit, unfollow him right now or I swear I will cut off your wifi.”

His friend winks, “We’re not in Hogwarts, my dear Yuuri.” He laughs at Yuuri’s dismayed expression of realization, and settles back in his chair, his smile widening. Phichit’s gotten a haircut recently, a nice one that makes his eyes stand out more. “How’s the summer coming along otherwise, cute boy notwithstanding?”

Yuuri bites his lower lip in thought, running his fingers through his hair, “Um. I’m getting more and more into skating, actually. I might be able to do a proper competition jump soon, other than waddling through my Salchow. Yuri’s been hinting at wanting to try my mom’s katsudon, so I’m probably gonna invite him over sometime soon.” He thinks about it, “Might invite Victor, too, while I’m at it.”

“Oh yeah, you do that.” Phichit nods, and then he lets out a small laugh, “Don’t tell him about Luke, though.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Yuuri rolls his eyes, “I’m not that stupid, you know, I’d already figured he might be jealous.”

His friend stares at him, mouth hanging open, “You had? Um, w-when?”

“Like, the first day?” Yuuri sighs. “Victor’s really nitpicky about anyone teaching me figure skating, he gets all petty every time Yuuko helps me with anything. Do you think I’d tell him about an older guy with more experience giving me lessons?”

For some reason, Phichit looks almost like he’s about to laugh again, his eyes twinkling, but he just says, giggling, “Yes, I’m pretty sure Victor would object to an experienced guy giving you private lessons, Yuuri.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing at his friend, “Honestly, you treat me like I’m so dumb. Obviously I’d realized Victor is a protective teacher.”

“Very protective teacher,” Phichit agrees, smirking suspiciously.

…

yuuri katsucky (because you SUCK)

i dont know what u wanted me to do. like. do u want to like. poison the food or smth. i dont care tbh. im going to ur house anyway bc im invincible. so fuck u who cares tbh

nikiforov says hes going too but meh.  whatever

Yuri always writes such nice things.

Knowing that both Yuri and Victor are coming means that Yuuri spends the day before their arrival cleaning every corner of the house, meticulously making sure his parents don’t leave anything...incriminating (like the one teen Witches’ Fave Hottie: Victor Nikiforov! poster he bought because he was curious) around, and peering over their shoulders as they cook and wrinkling his nose if they put their feet on the table.

“Seriously, you’d think you were the adult,” his mother mutters, ruffling his hair while he works on his summer homework. His parents make him see a tutor to keep him updated on muggle school work, in case he doesn’t want to work in the wizarding world. Mom still thinks that the fact that they don’t study biology at Hogwarts is a crime against humanity.

He’s still fretting, fixing his clothes, the moment he hears the doorbell ring.

The first thing that Yuuri thinks when he opens the door, smiling, calling out to his parents, “They’re here!”, and sees the two Slytherins waiting outside for him is that, no matter how much he sometimes feels like Celestino is working him to death, it’s nothing compared to Feltsman.

It’s less noticeable in Yuri, who’s grumbling, wearing respectable clothes for once (although his earrings are tiger claws, of course), because the boy still looks almost eerily like a fairy, lean and skinny in a way that suggests elegant rather than ‘awkward’. But it’s undeniable the second he glances at Victor.

Victor babbled about ‘starting to really train’ for Junior Worlds after he came clean to Yuuri regarding it, delighting him with schedules upon schedules of what he had to do this summer to get up to bar in order to compete internationally. He even confessed that he may not write as many letters, with all the stuff he had to do, apologizing profusely. So Yuuri was expecting him to gain a little muscle and all but, um. They haven’t seen each other in almost two months, and the change is just a little bit striking.

His hair’s longer, almost reaching down to his back now, but he’s got it on the side, tied up in a stylish ponytail. Apart from that, all the differences are the fact that Yuuri’s pretty sure Victor’s grown at least ten centimeters since he last saw him, which finally cements his position as ‘the short friend’, something he’s been able to avoid with Phichit, thankfully. He also just seems more filled out; his shoulders are a bit further apart, his face is slightly skinnier, and he stands with more confidence, balancing his weight like he’s making an entrance.

“Hey, Yuuri,” Victor says, smiling.

He reminds Yuuri, just slightly, of Luke.

“Your voice is deeper,” he blurts out automatically, even though it’s not that big of a change, after taking in the rest. He flushes, embarrassed, and doesn’t meet his eyes, “Oh, sorry, uh, come in, you two, we’re expecting you!”

Yuri rolls his eyes, “Always collected, Huffle.”

Yuuri pokes his nose as he goes by, laughing at his infuriated yelp, “It’s good to see you, Yuri.”

“Don’t steal any paintings,” Victor tells him cheerfully, which makes him glower so bad that Yuuri’s kind of impressed he doesn’t back down. He turns to look at Yuuri again, “How have you been?” Victor bites his lip and fidgets with his hands, glancing at him from between his eyelashes, “I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to write much recently, Yakov’s been running me down.”

“Um,” Yuuri swallows. Were his eyelashes really that long before? “Oh, um, it’s fine. You already told me about it, you know.” He smiles back at him,“It’s really good to see you, Victor. Love the hair.”

His friend flushes, “Y-yes, I thought so, too.”

For a moment, they just kind of stand there, in silence, not really knowing what to say. Yuuri wants to tell him to come in again, wants to ask how Chris and Georgi are doing, wants  to  reach out and touch him, like he always does.

Except… he doesn’t.

“Yuuri?” his mom’s voice, coming from the kitchen, interrupts his train of thought. He startles, turning back. “Don’t leave your friend at the door, it’s rude.”

“Sorry, mom,” he mumbles, chastised. “Oh, so, you have to take your shoes off, see…”

…

Yuri and Victor meeting his parents goes extraordinarily well. Yuuri was slightly worried that Victor would say something accidentally offensive (one can never be sure with purebloods. Phichit, in his search for knowledge, innocently asked Yuuri when they were 11 if muggles took showers, too.), or that Yuri would burn the house down or something (one can never be sure with Yuri Plisetsky), but they come out of it mostly unscathed.

“So, Victor,” his mom sets down her fork and looks at his friend, smiling. “Yuuri has been telling us about you since forever. It would be truly nice to see you figure skate.”

Victor preens, leaning back in his chair before answering, turning on the ‘pureblood charm’. It’s a term that Leo and Yuuri made up after spending so much of their time around old, rich purebloods: however ridiculously awkward they may seem around their friends, regardless of their gross quirks and hand gestures, they turn into something like wizarding debutantes in the presence of any respectable adult, channeling thousands of gala nights into perfect table manners, unbelievable skilled public speaking and just the right amount of compliments.

Yuuri thinks it’s kind of silly, but undeniably useful for some situations. Leo calls it “Phichit trying not to seem Phichit”. Yuri has another name for it: “pretentious pampering”.

“Well, Mrs. Katsuki,” Victor closes his eyes briefly, beaming at her, “I’m sure that Yuuri has exaggerated my abilities. You see, he’s a very biased friend, although I do appreciate it.”

His mom smiles, “Oh, you’re so well-spoken, what a treasure.”

Yuri, who’s said a total of 10 words during the duration of the meal and is currently shoving katsudon into his mouth as quickly as possible, snorts.

After lunch, when they’re helping clean up the kitchen, Yuuri moves next to Victor, murmuring, “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

His friend cocks his head at him, furrowing his brow in confusion, “Do what?”

“Go all ‘look at me, I’m respectable’ on my parents,” Yuuri shrugs. “They don’t care, really. Phichit never goes pureblood mode on them. And, um,” he flushes, scratching the back of his neck, “They’re going to like you anyway, with all the stuff I’ve told them about you. I’m pretty sure my parents are convinced that you and Phichit save me from hordes of bullies every minute I’m in school.”

“I would,” Victor says immediately, as if on reflex, and then freezes, “I mean, we would.” He licks his lips, glancing downwards, “I didn’t mean to um, go ‘pureblood mode’, or whatever.”

“I’m used to it,” he smiles. He steps a little bit closer, mindful that no one hears them, just enough that their feet are almost touching in the narrow kitchen. It’s a little harder to breathe. “But you can be yourself with me, okay?”

Victor’s eyes flutter shut, before he whispers, quiet, “You’re an evil, evil guy, Yuuri Katsuki.”

…

Victor has to leave early (something about the amount of hours he has to sleep while on ‘Yakov’s training regime from hell’), but Yuri’s allowed to stay a little longer. Mari pats him for a while and challenges him to a selfie match of death (the theme is ‘who can balance more things on their nose while taking a selfie at the same time’, and it ends with them breaking five ceramic bowls and Yuri’s shoe on Mari’s face), and after a while both Yuri and Yuuri go upstairs, letting the adults watch a film. Something about a stone, a three-headed dog and a giant chess game. Honestly, Warners Bros are running out of ideas.

“Katsuki,” Yuri begins, flopping down on his bed and narrowing his eyes at him. “If you even think trying to make me play a board game, I’ll murder you.”

From where he’s kneeling down next to his bookshelf, Yuuri quickly lets go of the Monopoly box, “O-of course I wouldn’t do that, haha.”

Yuri huffs, stretching out on the bed like a cat and sighing, “I should have just gone home. You’re a mess, like always.”

“Well;” Yuuri swallows, moving to sit on his desk chair. “What do you want to do, then?”

“Sleep. Wake up and find out moderate maiming is legal and encouraged. Maybe eat pizza.”

“You just had like, three katsudon bowls!”

Yuuri hisses, “I don’t need you and your judging in my life.”

He holds his hands up, admitting defeat, “Okay, okay.” Yuuri giggles, “You’re cute when you’re excited about things, you know.”

The younger boy glares at him, showing his teeth, “I am not cute.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuuri teases, dragging his chair so it’s closer to the bed. “What about when you spent three hours telling me about the cat shelter that had opened up next to your house?”

Yuri’s ears go bright red, “I was not excited, you degenerate, I was merely moderately pleased that the human race has finally accepted cats as superior beings and are providing for their needs cost-free.”

“Or when you made me rewatch Otabek Altin’s catching the snitch ten times in the match against Portugal? With added commentary? And flaschards?”

The Slytherin throws a pillow at him, “It was twenty centimeters away, Katsuki. Learn to appreciate gods on Earth.”

Yuuri just laughs.

…

Hey Victor,

Thanks so much for sending me a book like you mentioned when you came over last week. I just thought that the book we talked about was one on magical creatures (remember? I mentioned I was struggling with the utter hell that is learning that so many stuff I thought didn’t exist is actually real?) and not your copy of Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Still loved it, though.

Yuuri

…

YUURI

OH MY GOD I’M SORRY

IT’S MY SUMMER READ OKAY THE MUGGLE STUDIES TEACHER MADE US READ ONE OF THESE LITTLE SHITS IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS READING IT BECAUSE I LIKED IT OR ANYTHING OKAY

SENDING YOU THE RIGHT BOOK WITH THIS LETTER

FML

VICTOR

…

“Hey,” Luke’s voice so close to him makes him look up, startled. The older skater is standing next to him, smiling cheerfully. He adjusts his beanie before patting him on the shoulder, “So, you’re leaving, are you, big boy?”

Yuuri flushes, not meeting his eyes. It’s his last figure skating lesson before he goes to Hogwarts for the school year, and he won’t be coming back until the summer. “Yeah, boarding school.”

“Ah, boarding school,” Luke muses. He bites his lower lip, glancing around them for a few seconds. He seems nervous. “Um, before you left, I wanted to ask you something.”

Yuuri nods, itching to get on the ice and start practicing, “Sure.”

Luke blurts out, “I was kind of hoping I could get your sister’s number.”

Yuuri freezes.

Oh.

Oh.

So that’s why he was so friendly, he realizes, with an almost disturbing calmness. Luke’s waiting for an answer, cheeks red, scratching the back of his neck. He looks just as embarrassed as Yuuri feels by this conversation, although for very different reasons. Luke probably didn’t even guess that Yuuri sorta has a crush on him. He swallows, “You like my sister?”

“...yeah,” Luke mumbles, staring at his feet. “I know it’s super weird, to go around asking her little brother, but I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be coming anymore, and I hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask her, so I was just hoping - I’m sorry, this is terrible.”

Despite himself, Yuuri lets out a short giggle, “Yeah, a little.” He takes a deep breath, ignoring the slight pang in his chest. “But I’ll give you her number anyway.”

Luke beams at him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and rubbing their cheeks together in excitement, “That’s my boy!”

It still makes Yuuri feel slightly lightheaded, having him so close, touching. And yet, there’s many things Yuuri can deal with, but crushing on a guy who would like to date his sister is not one of them. He’s ordering Phichit to unfollow him on all social media and erasing him from his memory.

“Yep,” he mutters. “That’s me.”

He reconsiders. Phichit would probably get angry on Yuuri’s behalf, even if it was more of a hero-worship crush than anything else, and make a big deal out of it. He’ll tell Victor, instead, he decides. Just omit the part where he’s a skater and everything will be fine.

…

“Mom,” Victor says, in a very quiet, very controlled voice. She looks up from the book she’s reading, blinking. Her son is holding a letter, one of those that come with puppies stickers on the front and Yuuri Katsuki’s signature on the bottom. “Have you ever wanted to murder someone?”

fin

[kae-and-boi]

v: chicken

1-a decides to have a movie day, and sero just has to bring vines into it.

For the first time in a while, Aizawa had given his class a day off.  They deserved it, after the tiring week they’d had, and he decided that one day wouldn’t hurt him.  

All of them had unanimously decided to have a Ghibli marathon, as Kaminari and Tsuyu owned all of the movies between them.  Momo also brought her small collection of Shinkai films, just in case they finished all of the Ghibli movies and had extra time.  

Jirou had just finished setting up the stereo system when Kirishima walked in, with Mirio and Amajiki in tow.

“Hey, it’s alright if they watch with us too, right?” He asked, hopefully looking at his classmates.

“Of course!” Uraraka exclaimed.  “The more the merrier!”

“See, Amajiki-senpai? I told you everything would be fine.”

The older boy muttered something under his breath but none of 1-A caught what he’d said.  

“I’m putting on Howl’s Moving Castle, so get your asses in your seats!” Bakugou shouted.  

While the trailers were still playing, the rest of the class came into the living room and arranged themselves into a comfortable spot.  Iida was the last to come in, running drinks and snacks from the kitchen to the little tables dotting the common room. He almost tripped once, foot catching on Hagakure, but Uraraka nearly toppled off the couch trying to use her quirk on him.  

“Spec-fucking-tacular save, can we start now?”  Bakugou muttered.

Kirishima swatted his leg.  “Be nice, Katsuki!”

The blond muttered a few curses under his breath but then the movie was playing, so everyone shut up.

Somewhere after Ponyo and before Kimi no Na Wa, 1-A took a short intermission.  Some of the class needed to take a piss and some wanted to make an actual lunch after eating their weight in popcorn and candy, so they agreed to stop watching for an hour or so.  

The ones not making food or in the bathrooms were taking the opportunity to stretch out on the couches, taking up a couch each and were on their phones.  Uraraka was texting Komori from 1-B, sending the other girl pictures of Satou who’d fallen asleep half in a chair, half on the floor. She was jealous that Aizawa had given them the day off while everyone else was still in classes, and then almost had her phone confiscated.  

“Who’re you texting?” Hagakure asked, apparently leaning over the couch (and one of Shouji’s sleeping hand-turned-eye,) to look at Tokoyami’s phone.

“...No comment.” That only served to spur her on.  “Ooh! Is it your brother?”

“Fumikage doesn’t have any siblings.”  One of Shouji’s hands said.

“You know who I mean!  I’m talking about Hawks!”

A collective groan came from everyone in the room.  For about a week, Hagakure and Kaminari had been having a contest to see who could create the most believable-unbelievable conspiracy theory about their classmates and other Pro Heroes.  Kaminari had been winning with #DabiisaTodoroki for a few days but then his friend had raised, in challenge, #BirdBros. Along with that came a few screenshots of text conversations between Hawks and their classmate, which was more than enough for her to claim that Tokoyami and Hawks were related.

“There’s no way he’s Tokoyami’s brother!”  Kirishima protested. “You’ve met Tokoyami’s family, Hagakure!”

Bakugou snorted.  “The guy with wings?  He looks like Chicken Little.”

The class laughed, agreeing with Bakugou.  Maybe Hawks didn’t exactly resemble Chicken Little, but the pale hair and his nose really did it for him.  

“Hey, you should text him that.  2000 yen if you send that to him, haha.”  Sero suggested. Then in a scandalized tone, “Adam!”   Even Tamaki and Mirio laughed at that.

Elsewhere, Hawks was at home in his apartment with Dabi.  He hadn’t had anything better to do, so he’d invited the other man over to watch Venom with him.  Now, they were sitting on the couch with leftover popcorn and reminiscing about a hero job Hawks had the other week where he was called out to chase none other than Dabi himself.

“You’re were such a chicken.” Dabi dryly said, looking Hawks dead in the eye.  “I can’t believe I’m dating a coward.”

His winged boyfriend scrunched up his face in disbelief.  “I’m not a coward!”

“Mmhm, says the one who refused to jump out of the window.  I dived for it like it was food and I was a starving man. And I’m the one who doesn’t   have wings.”

“My feathers were thinned, and there was no way I wouldn’t’ve broken something.” Hawks protested.  

They bickered about it for a little bit before one of their phones beeped with a new message; Dabi reached over to check it.  

>>tokoyami: tell hawks that he looks like chicken little

>>tokoyami: dont question just do

“...”

“What’s it say?  Is it from Enji?”  The hopeful little light in Hawks’ eyes at the thought of a text from Endeavor disgusted him.   He still wasn’t sure if his boyfriend idolized his father out of actual preference or if he did it just to annoy him.

“Tokoyami says you look like Chicken Little.”

If he listened closely, Dabi could hear the sound of his boyfriend’s jaw hitting the floor.    Of course, he knew what Tokoyami was talking about, but just to have a little fun, Dabi asked, “What, is it some kind of insult between teenagers?  I mean, you do resemble him a bit.”

“Stop saying I look like Chicken Little!  He’s dumb , and a coward !  And I am NOT a coward!”

>>tokoyami: did you say it

<<dabi: yh

<<dabi: why r u sending vine memes

>>tokoyami: sero wanted me to

>>tokoyami: and i won 2000 yen from kirishima, thanks

<<dabi: welc

Dabi snickered and slipped his phone into his pocket before turning back to Hawks.

“I didn’t say you were a coward, or that you were dumb,” he pointed out.  “You said that on your own.”

“Well I’m not a coward.”

“And my name isn’t Dabi.”

“It isn’t.”

“Shush.  And I think you still look like Chicken Little.”

The angered squawk he made was worth the mess of feathers left on the couch.

read on ao3 || day vi