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forever creating new harmony lines for their songs and perfecting them just in case i get called up on stage one day...
#radio company#lol#listen jensen and i sing REAL well together ok?#don't even get me started on steve. we rock#i'm supposed to be writing#oops#you're the right kinda trouble for me#oh yes you are boys#tag ramblingggg#someone talk to me#i need inspiration and random help#ack
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It would never have happened if not for Dr. Fieldstone. Now, Leslieâs delighted about her joining the Richmond team on a more permanent basis â she works wonders with the lads (and one head coach who shall remain unnamed, if only because heâs still a little sensitive about seeing a therapist) â but it does mean that Leslieâs once more out of an office. Just for the moment, of course, until he can find a suitable space without kicking anyone else out of their room. Itâs really no hassle. Heâs doing fine on the bench just behind the recyling bins outside of the copy room.
Or he was, until Roy Kent stops by just on the other side of said bins and, seemingly entirely unaware of Leslieâs presence, starts fiddling with his phone in what can only be described as an angry way.
Itâs Roy, so thatâs nothing out of the ordinary, and Leslieâs just about to offer a friendly greeting when he hears the hollow rings of an outgoing call and ah, itâd be terribly rude interrupt, wouldnât it?Â
For a long moment thereâs nothing but beep after beep and Royâs muttered pick the fuck up you fucking prick and thenâ
âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
Jamieâs not on speaker, but the soundâs loud enough for Higgins to not only recognize the voice but to hear every word, and the jagged, slightly petulant edge to them.Â
âWhere the fuck are you?â Roy growls.Â
âHowâs that any of your business? Trainingâs fucking over for the day, Coach.â Spat, more or less.
âDonât be a fuckingâ â Roy cuts himself off. âI need to see you.â
âWhy?âÂ
âFucking hell! I wanted to⊠I want to fucking apologize, all right!â Roy sounds very, very annoyed about it.
âYou can do that over phone. Or in a text.â Jamie sounds slightly less annoyed, but not by much.
Leslie dares crane his neck just so to sneak a peek at Royâs face. Roy has closed his eyes, looking pained as he grits out a simple, strained: âNo. I canât.âÂ
âWhy the fuck not?âÂ
Roy looks to the ceiling. Looks like heâd rather be anywhere else. Still he plods on, and Leslie feels a small surge of pity, small surge of pride.Â
âBecause youâll want to hug me afterwards,â Roy says, âand you canât fucking do that over phone, can you?âÂ
Thereâs a long pause. Leslie finds himself holding his breath, and not only because heâs halfway terrified heâll start nervously gagging if this goes on for much longer.Â
âFine,â Jamie says eventually. âYou can meet me back at my place in twenty.â
âYeah, okay. Cheers.âÂ
A snort, somewhere between derisive and exasperated. âYou better fucking hug me back.â
With that, Jamie hangs up. Roy takes a few deep breaths before stomping off and leaving Leslie to carefully consider what heâs overheard. Obviously something must have happened at training and if their head coach and star player have a proper falling out and Tedâs not there to talk some sense in themâ
Eh. Theyâll sort it out. Leslie returns to his e-mails.
#currently and probably forever obsessed with roy understanding and adapting to jamieâs cuddly needs#special shout out to all the sweet people helping me land on the word âgagâ as the best way to describe higginsâ weird noise#you are all absolute darlings#if this ficlet seems particularly random or odd#itâs possibly bc this technically is one part of a 5+1 ficlet#about other people obeserving roy and jamie being casually but deeply weird about and with each other#but iâm not sure iâll ever do the other 4 and 1#so iâll just put the out one by one as and if ~inspiration~ strikes me#and potentially put them together if i get enough in the end#i realize some people write things and don't inflict them on others just bc they've written them#rip to you but i'm different#jamie tartt#roy kent#leslie higgins#roy & jamie#roy x jamie#post-canon#ficlet#my stuff
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Who remembers Jay B? đ
#i need to stop memory lane-ing#but itâs too fun sometimes#and does help with motivation and inspiration#anyway my random of the day
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If Mc/Y/N/Yuu would have taken ace up on his offer in chapter 3
Ace: Guys, thereâs a monster under my bed, and itâs really ugly.
Mc/Y/N/Yuu on the bottom bunk: Honestly, f*ck you.
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I don't even know why I'm sharing a room with you.
Ace: You're sharing a room with me bc you somehow got your dorm taken away
Mc/Y/N/Yuu, sarcastically: hmmmmm, you're right, I wonder WHY!?
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: OH, you're right! I got it taken away trying to save grim's ass, deuces ass and YOUR ASS YOU UNGRATEFUL RAT!
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst memes#random-twst-things-incorrect-quotes#twisted wonderland x reader#twst game#twst mc#twst ace trappola#twst ace#ace trappola#ace memes#ace x reader#i think#twisted wonderland ace#twisted wonderland ace trappola#HELP ME#I NEED INSPIRATION#im running out of ideas#AHHHHHHHH đ#đș. random twst things#twst chapter 3#azul
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hello! first i just wanna say ur stories r really neat n have have inspired me a lot! soo I remember when reading perseverance u mentioned a couple of times in the notes bout some of the songs u listened to while writing the chapters so would it be alr if u dropped all the songs u think goes w the story? (u don have to ofc I jus think it's interesting how u might perceive them as songs) much love to u n ur creative mind đ
Awwww, thank you!! <3 <3 I'm glad I could inspire you! That's what I want to do with my stories! :D
Okay, so. U m. This is uh. A very interesting question. First off, I am. Very surprised people actually pay attention to those, I didn't know if people did or not- XD
Second. Um. Are you s u r e you want me to drop all the songs that I think goes with the story-
There might... be way more than you think.
And that's not including the 3 unlisted ones that I can't remember what they were/don't have the heart to remove from the list. Also, it's a playlist that... includes any song that inspired me ever. For any fic that I made. Not just Perseverance.
I don't think you actually want me to drop all of these on you, man-
#It's a youtube playlist that I made a long freaking time ago#It's not organized. Like at all#It devolved into me just adding any song that even remotely inspired me#Kind of#Some songs I still did not add to it even if they inspired me a ton#There's one random almost 30 minute long one 'cus it inspired me a lot/helps me write#A lot of undertale songs inspired me too that aren't on here because I made my own separate playlist for specifically undertale songs#I am not okay#...Y e s I added to the playlist literally 3 days ago#It is a continuously updated playlist; hence the atrocious video count#I am refraining from posting the link to it even if it's unlisted#mainly because I don't need my crap music tastes publicly judged#If a ton of people beg for it though; I may actually make it public on my youtube account#Have the entire world judge me for my awful music taste; let's see if I get masochistic enough-
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"you are completely unimportant" thanks mom
#she didnt mean it like that but its literally what she said (totalno nebitan) and like#idk it struck a nerve in me.#cuz she didnt mean it that way but its true anyway#ugh#âits just teenage hormones youre not actually going through anythingâ yeah ok thanks random middle aged youtuber#youre. very helpful#today i kept crying every couple minutes for no reason lmfao wtf#i actually might take inspiration from sdv shane and ask to see a psychiatrist... cuz asking for help when you want or need it doesnt make#you weak.... doesnt make you a burden.... like it might make you feel like.#but yeah
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I made some Twisted Wonderland ocs and yes I have a new hyperfixation!! <3
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#cutie patootie#guys i swear I need help#I got random inspiration to do this...
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the dollar store did not have much for felt or fabric but i managed to scrounge everything i needed except for guz.ma's skin colour :(
i CAN make the janitor since they had a peach colour but I'll have to look around the house again to see if i can find anything that might work for guz's skin tone
#mannn dhfjfl unfortunately mother just did an amazon order the other day too#I could've added a bolt of the right colour felt to her order but i thought the store would have their big selection of felt sheets still đ#they just had like... a big pile of felt and fabric all mixed together ?? idk what happened to their nice organized shelf :(#and they only had a little bit of felt fjdkdl it was mostly random patterned fabric#which would be fine and fun IF i had the skin bases done already bc then I'd just make silly little clothes for them#but unfortunately i need... the skin bases first fjfkfl to fit the clothing to#i dont have a good yarn colour for him either bc then I'd just crochet a base fhfkdl but AUGHH#I have ... acrylic paint thats the right colour or a little darker i think. and pillows that im going to use for stuffing#so maybe if i take the stuffing out of one of the pillows then i can dye the fabric with acrylic paint ...#I've done that before when i couldnt find the right colour fabric for a project a couple yrs ago#so i know it works decently well đ€ depends on how sturdy the pillow material is i guess hmmm#i think i might have a spare white pillowcase if the pillow fabric itself isnt sturdy enough ... HMMM this might still be doable#theres nothing like having very little access to supplies bc of money and small town to inspire creativity LMAO#u learn how to do a lot of weird shit dbdhfkfl necessity inspires ingenuity or whatever the saying is#(with all that said - if anyone ever has a craft project theyre stuck on and want help figuring out how to do smth i may be of use LMAO)#dandy.cmd
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So, this had nothing to do with a certain recent ad campaign, One Piece had been on my anime radar for a while, I just never bothered to sit and watch it, but news of the live action version got me curious. I stopped myself, however, and went, "No, actually, I want a little context from the OG animated series first" and now I guess I gotta settle in to watch several hundred episodes because uhhh I'm hooked. It's got a Gurren Lagann vibe that fits my jam, a.k.a. the Tengen-Toppa-Gurren-Lagann-sized hole that has been in my life, except with crazily designed pirates instead of crazily designed giant robots.
#one piece#Luffy đ€ Kamina = inspiring every random person they meet#I need to find my Motivational Kamina poster#maybe it will help with the writer's block#gurren lagann#my treasure would be a non-defective DVD set of TTGL
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screaming cus I love rendog i love rendog i love rendog i love rendog. ouppy. deserves all the love in the world.
#random thoughts#im about to be unhinged in these tags beware#i cant for the life of me remember where i heard it from or if i just came up with it on my own but#i remember some conversation about the healthiness of escapist media#and like how some ppl insist on escapism being inherently bad because its almost like a shield from reality that lets you not confront#your actual issues#but the important thing abt escapism to me at least is its ability to let you come out of the other side stronger irl#even if you don't realise in the moment that it's helping you#it's like when a kid watches like naruto or something and it inspires them to never give up but in a more sneaky adult way#and just being a young adult coming out of covid is so full of uncertainty about the future#and just like#even tho they're funny minecraft ppl who I 100% watch for the funnies#there's something abt seeing these 40 year olds living their best life and having fun despite having to deal with adult life#there's like a specific charm to these episodes where the hermits are just being human#AND REN STOP APOLOGISING FOR IT#and something about it is just like yeah#I think I'll be okay#ren is so so so so so.#i hope he doesn't feel the need to be strong for us all the time.. his advice is amazing#stupid friggin dog ears minecraft man made me cry I am an Adult#hermitblr
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#the harder i swim the faster i fucking sink#i actually tried my best to like. do something today. went to my sport practice that ive been skipping for weeks#and it sucked and i didnt like it and the girls there all ignored me (obviously because im never fucking there)#and i had to train with this tiny fucking annoying kid who kept walking away and leaving me alone#so i couldnt fucking do anything#and now im home and my entire body hurts and my mum told me to go away and im just. fuck !!#i KNOW its late and im just tired but dude im tired of my entire fucking life#i tried to pick out nice clothes today to help me feel better (bc i had been scrolling pinterest and was feeling so inspired)#but that just made me miserable <3 because im not a fucking pinterest girl and my closet is just random shit#not some fucking. aesthetic . and i never own the clothes that i wanna wear at that moment but i also can never find things i love in stores#and i cant believe im complaining about something as mundane as this i just. feel like shit rn#tried to do some painting and it didnt work bc i had zero inspiration and everything i made looked ugly as hell! so that was fun#i fucking. need to change something up. cut my hair weed out my closet change my room. because i am feeling sooo stuck in this life#first tho. i will go to bed#because of course i have fucking work tomorrow. i cant WAIT until april when i can finally stop at this fucking job#(well i say can. they fired me <3 but who cares i wanted to quit anyway)#this has been. a long rant. oops#i just hate that so often when i try to make a positive change it just . fucking sucks#but what can i do about it. not much!#goodnight anyone who read all this i'm sorry#sas.txt
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Okay but the weirdest thing about the whole "Brotherhood is better you should skip 03" discourse that's become commonplace now, it sort of forgets the world Brotherhood came out in and why you should watch the original Fullmetal Alchemist. When Brotherhood came out, the original Fullmetal Alchemist was one of the most beloved and most watched animes of all time. Brotherhood assumes you the audience have already seen it because of course you have, everyone has seen it, so it skips important information and speeds the story up because it doesn't want to bore you with things you already know. Have you ever wondered "hey why does the first episode of Brotherhood kind of suck, and why am I being introduced to like 50 new characters, and why are they acting like I know what the hell an alchemist is?" It's because Brotherhood thinks you've seen 03.
The first 7 or so episodes of Brotherhood constitute dozens of chapters in the manga, and the first 25 or so episodes of the original Fullmetal Alchemist. The Nina Tucker episode in Brotherhood, in FMA 03 takes up nearly three episodes. Yoki gets a backstory in 03 and it's genuinely one of the best episodes and taken directly from the manga and Brotherhood glosses over it because: duh, you've already seen it. And so if you skip the original you miss out on dozens of really great character building episodes like Ed and Al meeting Hughes for the first time and getting to spend a whole episode helping him free a train from terrorists, or Ed and Roy having a duel that expands on the relationship they have, or episodes where the brothers just help out random people in towns before the major story gets going.
The original also paces itself quite a bit better than Brotherhood and is more in line with the mangas storytelling. In the manga we don't find out about The Gate until nearly two dozen chapters in, and the same goes for the original anime. Like, that's a twist reveal in those stories, and it's weird that the most watched series is the one where they tell you all about The Gate in the first two episodes because they assume you've already seen the original show.
What's more, people don't know that Hiromu Arakawa helped write for the anime while she was still in the middle of writing the manga, and as a result was inspired to write scenes in Brotherhood that the anime did first. That scene of Edward getting impaled by a falling beam? Directly inspired by a similar scene in the original anime. There's a lot of little instances of that and they're great when you can recognize parallels and things in Brotherhood that are direct references to the original anime, but people don't notice any of that anymore. Because the original anime is just an automatic skip these days, and it's a bummer because people don't realize what a giant it was back before Brotherhood was released. They treat it as *bad,* not realizing it was one of the most beloved anime of its time and the problems people take issue with have a lot more to do with personal taste than any kind of actual flaw in the writing. Brotherhood was never meant to dethrone it, and the original anime was always supposed to be part of the viewing experience which is why those first few episodes of Brotherhood are so fast paced. So like, please stop telling people Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 is a skip, or it's bad, or you don't need it because Brotherhood is better. Regardless if you think Brotherhood is better or not, the original wrote Brotherhood's check. It was huge, it was beloved, and Brotherhood is *banking* on the knowledge you've seen all of it and loved it. And trust me when I say there is so much to love about the original series. It's still my favorite branch of the FMA franchise, and it's worth your time, I promise you.
#Fma 03#FMA#fullmetal alchemist#Fma:b#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#fma brotherhood#Legitimately though the original is so fucking good#The music alone makes it worth the watch#Also the art direction is better fight me#mild spoilers
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â early morning moments with skz !
âș đč . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive
âș đč . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)
đৠchan đà§
Youâve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriendâs, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didnât mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.
âYou fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.â You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before heâs interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. âSorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.â
Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what youâre talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie heâs been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.
The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. âDamn, I was out like a light.â
You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing itâs time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.
Heâs still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and youâre still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.
đৠminho đà§
âMinho.â You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.
He doesnât respond so, you try again. âMinho!â this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.
âMinho, are you awake yet?â You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. âNo.â
âOh, okay.â you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. âSorry.â you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.
âLiar!â Youâre nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldnât help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.
He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.
đৠchangbin đà§
âBinnie.â Youâre gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. âMy love, I know youâre awake.â
âThen you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.â He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.
âI had a good cause, I promise.â When he doesnât budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesnât spill over. âI made breakfast.â
Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobodyâs ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?
âI love you.â The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.
Love is the greatest gift heâs ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes youâll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that youâll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when youâre both old and grey, impaired taste and all.
đৠhyunjin đà§
The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You wonât be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.
Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.
Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, youâre awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjinâs eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriendâs other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest.Â
âGood morning, love.â He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.
He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, youâre not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.
âYour morning voice is so hot.â Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. âWhat?â
You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. âTell me more, baby. What did Chan do?â âHe wasnât even there!â See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldnât take the hint and finally kiss you again?
đৠjisung đà§
âI had a dream about you.â Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. âWas I hot?â âYou cheated on me.â
He gasps dramatically but doesnât move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. âAsshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.âÂ
You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how heâs been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.
âYou were very mean, actually.â Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.
âIâm sorry, baby.â He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. âPlease let me make it up for you.â
Thatâs what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each otherâs bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and youâre both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.
đৠfelix đà§
You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.
So, youâre more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.
âBaby,â his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, âwake up, angel.â
You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.
When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what youâre about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.
Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. âKiss me!â Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. âNot until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.â Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. âI have a surprise!â
Now why didnât he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesnât move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features. Â
đৠseungmin đà§
Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone.Â
Thatâs why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didnât hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.
âYour feet are cold.â But Seungmin doesnât respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldnât. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since youâve known him, Seungmin didnât smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.
It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.
You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.
As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.
đৠjeongin đà§
âDid you know you talk in your sleep?â You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.
Jeongin laughs, incredulous. âNo way! Iâve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.â He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.
âIâm not complaining.â Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. âI actually think itâs kind of endearing.â
He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didnât want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like heâd ever admit it out loud.
âWhat did I say?â He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so youâre face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. âI donât know, I donât speak gibberish.â
He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. âYou also snore.â âI do not!âÂ
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x : NOT JEALOUS ! :*+ïŸ
in which: alhaitham isn't jealous, he doesn't get jealous, so what is this suffocating feeling in his chest that only happens when you're talking to another man that isn't him?
warnings: 5.4k words, jealous!alhaitham x gn!reader who has loads of rizz, university!au, fluff with angst but happy ending, pining!alhaitham who doesn't realise that he loves you, kaveh is there, mention of cyno, ooc at some bits?, swearing, alhaitham is a little bit of an asshole at some parts sawry. he's bad with feelings.
a/n: inspired by @danijaci's jealous jealous boy comic with alhaitham! hi dani if you're reading this pls don't perceive me... hides... but i hope you all like it :,)
Alhaitham isnât jealous.Â
The uncomfortable feeling obstructing itself in his throat is just because heâs beginning to develop a sore throat- thatâs all. It is flu season after all, who knows what kind of bacteria are in the air? Ones capable of lathing an uncomfortable oil that burns inside his chest, the smog crowding its way into his heart, sickening him to his core as Alhaitham canât help but eavesdrop on the conversation happening beside him.
âIâm free friday,â a voice besides you confirms.
âOkay!â you cheer, sounding a little too happy for Alhaithamâs liking. After all, itâs 9 am, who has this much energy in the morning? âlets do Friday then!â
âSounds good, Iâll see you then. Bye Y/n.â
âBye, see you!â Alhaitham watches from the corner of his eye as you wave to the random stranger youâve decided to associate yourself with before finally taking the seat beside him with a sigh.Â
He doesnât say anything to you, feeling your eyes glance at him expectantly as he stares stubbornly at the lecture board instead of acknowledging you or the jumble of feelings clogging up his diaphragm.Â
âHello, you,â You lean over slightly, careful to not invade his personal space whilst waving at him, hoping to catch his attention. He glances at you, nodding in greeting before returning to his book, the pages and rows of words only fuelling his unease he suddenly felt. He doesnât even know where he left off, the bookâs events a blur in Alhaithamâs mind.
How bothersome. Whatâs happening to him?
âTalkative today, arenât you?â Your tone is playful despite his cold attitude and Alhaitham sneaks another look in your direction, noting the way your lips curve upwards. âSo, how are you?âÂ
âIâm fine,â he murmurs, inserting a bookmark between the pages before slamming it shut, an indicator that you could keep conversing with him.
âCool.â You tap your nails on the desks of the lecture hall. âOh, I finished my essay the other day.â
âThe one for your elective?â
You hum in agreement, âI hope I never get it back. Submitted it ten minutes before the due date.â
âYou know you wouldnât have been stressed over it if you just started it earlier-â
âI know, I know,â you huff, âspare your productivity lectures for another time, Iâll be needing them later in the semester.â The grey-haired shakes his head as you laugh, but his gaze returns to the front cover of his book as he solemnly thinks about the interaction you had with another man, right in front of him.Â
(What right did he have to see you smiling so earnestly like that?)
âWho was that?â Alhaitham coughs out, barely choking down his pride in time to make space for the question.
You murmur some guyâs name that he doesnât bother to remember. âHeâs a friend of mine in the same discussion group for this course and we decided to do the assignment together. He bumped into me on the way in so we were just planning when to meet to do the research.â
âOh.â Your answer doesnât calm the churning in Alhaithamâs gut. Not even one bit, in fact, it makes it worse.Â
But itâs not jealousy, Alhaitham doesnât get jealous because heâs above petty feelings of inadequacy. Heâs merely concerned for you, worried for your brainpower by the end of the project because your partner seems less-than-incompetent. If youâd picked someone like Alhaitham (or better yet, just picked Alhaitham), you wouldâve aced the class without even blinking an eye.Â
(The two of you are friends, so why didnât you pick him? Itâs literally been proven that the two of you are compatible working together since you were both executives of Sumeruâs Cultural Society, and amidst all of the activities the club has run, youâve collaborated many times to make each event run flawlessly. So why not him? Why would you pick another man over him?)
âYou know you could have picked me, I wouldnât mind working on the assignment with you,â he grumbles, words soft but very clear.
Alhaitham misses the way your eyes widen in shock as apologies scramble out of your mouth. âIâm sorry! I automatically assumed that you wanted to work on it by yourself. Next time Iâll ask you.âÂ
The lecture begins before he could say anything in return and like a robot, he sets his thoughts aside and begins listening, notes document up and cursor blinking at the ready.
A mundane two hours pass by, one powerpoint slide after powerpoint slide before the lecture is finally over, much to your pleasure. Alhaitham notices the way you eagerly jump out of your seat to stretch, grabbing your bag. On the other hand, your grey-haired accomplice takes his time in packing up, forcing you to wait for him.
âWould you like to get some coffee before the meeting?â You ask.
âSure, we can find a seat there and join it together,â he adds and you beam at him, expression bright and so enchanting that it makes him forget about all the perplexities he felt before the lecture.Â
The two of you make your way to one of the many campus cafĂ©s where you practically wrestled Alhaitham to stop him from paying for both your orders (losing in the end) before sitting at a booth, your laptop set up with a pair of Alhaithamâs earphones shared between you. The meeting begins to fill up with almost all committee members, even Kaveh, who resides in his room of his and Alhaithamâs shared flat. Upon noticing him, you go to text him, with the grey-haired peeking over your shoulder from time to time to see your conversation- not that he cares that much.
(Perhaps if Kaveh glanced up from his phone, then heâd see how close Alhaitham had gotten with you, breaching the distance that he prefers to keep around others. Heâd also notice the headphone sharing despite how he generally tends to keep them out of anyone elseâs hands.)
Youâre tasked with the role of taking notes for the meeting since Alhaitham, in your opinion, is not at all a reliable scribe. His notes tend to just include vital information and never what everyone else needs to know, yet each time you scold him for it, his unbothered expression never falters, waving your complaints off with a shrug.Â
âHey, Kaveh and I are going to go for lunch tomorrow after our classes. Care to join?â You ask, smiling at him hopefully as your messages with Kaveh sit open on your screen. Alhaitham doesnât think twice before agreeing.Â
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âIt looks like itâs about to rain,â you murmur, pulling out a chair as Alhaitham and Kaveh take their seats opposite you.Â
âSo it does,â Alhaitham notes, not caring to look too long out the window before returning his gaze to you. âYou have an umbrella, right?â
âI, uh, didnât think I needed one today.â
âDo you not check the weather before you leave?â
âNot everyoneâs like you, Alhaitham.â Kaveh teases. âItâs no problem, Y/n, if it rains I can walk you back to your dorm.â
âOnly if you are okay with it,â you insist, âI have no problem walking home in the rain. I love the rain.â
Alhaitham intervenes with a raise of his hand. âNonsense, youâll catch a cold. Weâll walk you home.â
A soft but genuine âthank youâ slips from your lips, neither of you wiser to the way Kaveh eyes his roommate suspiciously, not missing the use of âweâ in his sentence and the implications the collective pronoun has. For it meant that Alhaitham is willing to take precious time out of his day to perform an act for someone that he is not indebted to do. Not that Alhaitham is inherently selfish, per se, but he is a man of routine. He wakes up every morning and takes five minutes to scribble on his stupid whiteboard in the kitchen what he has to do for the day and strictly abides by it, not even straying two minutes off schedule.
Willingly volunteering his minutes? Kaveh finds that suspicious.Â
âSo, howâs your architecture assignment, Kaveh?â You ask, breaking the blond from his daze whilst Alhaitham pours glasses of water for the table, starting with your cup.Â
âA nightmare,â he sighs, sinking into his chair. âI still have so much to do, you know my professor didnât like my blueprint? How ridiculous! I hope that man steps in a puddle and wets his sock.â
The grey-haired pipes up with a remark. âI canât wait for it to be done, our living room is a mess right now.âÂ
âHey, I am the one that cleans that living room, thank you very much. Your bookshelf is still a mess even though Iâve asked you to clean it five times.â
âIf it bothers you so much then why donât you do it yourself?â
âIâm the only one who-â
â-Iâm going to go to the bathroom,â you murmur, cutting the conversation before shuffling out of your chair, seemingly eager to do so.
Kaveh turns to the grey-haired again, âand you just scared away Y/n.â
âSorry no one wants to hear about your architecture project.â
âY/n literally asked, asshole.â
A rebuttal sits on the tip of Alhaithamâs tongue- as it always does when it comes to bickering with his roommate, but it dies out when an intruder comes to the table. âExcuse me, I hate to interrupt,â he begins, âbut the person who just got up, is that your friend?â
âYeah, why do you ask?â
âOh, I just wanted to drop this off, mind passing it over for me?â The piece of paper he was holding lands in Kavehâs hand. âThanks, bro.â Is all he says before strolling away, out of sight but definitely not out of mind.
The blond does not hesitate to open it up, chuckling in amusement when reading the content. ââHey youâre cute, hereâs my numberâ it says. What a bitch! You didnât like his vibes either, right, Alhaitham?â
âHold on, what does the note say?â
Grabbing (snatching) it from Kaveh, the grey-haired has half a mind to rip the note apart, a certain sense of distaste washing over him that intensifies the long he stares at the guyâs handwriting. His eye is twitching. Why is his eye twitching?
âHey!â He hears Kaveh call. âDonât scrunch it, thatâs Y/nâs-â
Alhaitham stuffs the ball of paper into his bag where heâll recycle it later even though something irrational within him tells him to burn it. âY/n wonât miss it. You said it yourself, heâs a bitch.â
âSure, but why are you doing-â
âHey!â You interrupt, sliding back into your chair with a grin on your face. âSo, what did I miss?â
âNothing,â the grey-haired murmurs, assuming his crossed-arm position. Kaveh side eyes his roommate before agreeing with a hum. âLetâs order something now. We want to beat the rain, right?â
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This meeting for the Sumeru Society might have been one of the most important ones of the year thus far, with almost every committee member expected to attend. After all, the annual ball was a big event that always had the largest turnout, and the amount of planning that goes into it to ensure its success is almost triple that of its other events.
So why werenât you here?
âWhy did you leave the meeting early on Friday?â Alhaitham asks as soon as he sees you.
You pause briefly, eyes widening and eyebrows raising. It must have been the way that Alhaithamâs voice raised a pitch towards the end of the question, demonstrating a nervous break in character that was not at all typical. Cool and collected would be the defining words to describe Alhaitham, as well as someone who does not care for the menial activities of others, so what is he doing asking you? And why does he care so much?
âI, uh, had dinner with someone,â you confess, continuing to grab your books and laptop, missing the way his features contort into something un-cool, and very un-Alhaitham.
âWhom?â
You murmur the name of some other guy, who he vaguely recalls to be your project partner.
âWhat?â Alhaitham snaps.
âI didnât think missing out on some of the meeting would be a big deal! I got another committee member to explain what I missed,â you justified. âBesides, thereâs no big events going on right now, so I thought-â
â-That you could abandon your tasks and go have fun with someone else?â
Alhaithamâs not really sure why he said that. Heâs not angry that you skipped a meeting; there are larger things in the world to worry about, heâs angry because you spent time with another guy that wasnât him.Why not go to dinner with him instead? He spends it every night with Kaveh, and you are far more favourable than Kaveh. Â
âIs it really something to get mad over? I already told you, I got the meeting notes and everything-â
â-Youâre an executive of the society, Y/n, more is expected from you.â
âSeriously?â you ask, âhow come you didnât bat an eye when the vice president wasnât there the other day?â
âBecause she was sick.âÂ
âOkay, fine! what about the subcommittee? theyâre not always there either!âÂ
âTheyâre subcom. Whether they miss a meeting or not is not crucial.â
âSo, itâs just my business that you care about?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed, disbelief clouding over your expression like a mask.
Again, Alhaitham doesnât know where these punches are coming from and why heâs throwing them against you so viciously, but his heart is tightening defensively with a burning emotion that heâs been feeling more and more recently, and his first instinct is to lash out, to protect himself from it.
Perhaps itâs because foreign things that he canât understand terrify him and you, all you ever do is make him feel things that heâs never felt before and he canât understand why.Â
âYouâre not that special.â
A flash of hurt gleams in your eyes and Alhaitham knows now that heâs royally fucked up. âYouâre an ass,â you grumble, about to walk away when he intercepts.
âListen to me!â
âFuck off!âÂ
âY/n-â
Youâre gone before he can get another word out, retreating figure stomping away whilst his chest weaves into knots; something that no amount of deep breathing can calm. It doesnât help that the minute he returns home, Kaveh is onto him like some sort of parasite, curious over the tense air surrounding his normally-composed roommate.Â
âHey, welcome home- whoa, whatâs gotten into you?â The blond asks.
âNone of your business,â Alhaitham grumbles through gritted teeth, taking his shoes off and throwing them aside haphazardly. Kaveh doesnât miss the way Alhaithamâs jaw is clenched, or the strain in his hand when he brings up a hand to run through his hair, or the very subtle and minute twitch in his cheek.
The blond ignores all signs that he wants to be left alone, and instead, follows the grey-haired to his room after he swung the door open.Â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, letâs talk about this-â
âTalk about what?â Alhaitham growls.
âWho pissed in your black coffee today?âÂ
âNo one. Now get lost.âÂ
âAw, come on, you know what they say. Getting things off your chest is always beneficial.â
âThereâs nothing on my chest, go away.â
âYou sure? no stress, no deadlines, no love interest making you tear your hair out-â
â-No, no, none of those!â
âThen what?â
Alhaitham steadies himself by resting his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together as he exhales loudly. âI got pissed and took it out on Y/n, whoâs mad at me now.â
âHuh? Why so annoyed?â
âBecause Y/n went to dinner with another man.â
Itâs silent for a while. The sassy quip that he expects from Kaveh does not happen. Instead, the blond merely smiles, a satisfied, knowing grin that slightly irks him. âYou know, Iâve been waiting for the day you realise you have feelings for Y/n.âÂ
âWhat? Where did you get that conclusion from?â Alhaitham sits up straighter. There are a lot of things he knows, and he knows for sure that he does not like you in any way beyond platonic. He doesnât have any time to spare for love. There are scholarships he still needs to apply for, internships to be interviewed for, research projects to submit- nowhere amongst the minute hand of the clock is there space for love.Â
âOh come on,â Kaveh sits down on the bed beside his roommate, leaning back on his hands. âYouâre not as smooth as you hope to be sometimes.â
âIâm serious, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYâknow the sooner you accept you have feelings for Y/n, the easier life will be.â
âLife is already easy and there is no sooner because I donât like Y/n like that. Now get lost. I have stuff I need to finish.â
Kaveh shrugs, standing up with a soft âsuit yourselfâ, taking seven steps before heâs out of the room. Alhaitham lets out a sigh that has lodged itself in his throat for too long, and the feeling of reprieve he gets is short-lived before heâs flooded with a certain tightness again. Maybe he did have a weight on his chest after all, not that heâd ever admit it to himself or Kaveh.
He gets up from his made bed with a grunt and decides to push aside all distractions. Time is unforgiving, and if doesnât finish his assignment by this Friday then heâll be a little less than pleased.
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Alhaitham feels like he canât breathe.Â
Youâre sitting alone at a library desk, all focused and concentrated on your laptop screen with your headphones on, blocking out any outside voice as you type away. He wonders if he should say hi, maybe try apologising for the way he acted last Monday- who is this guy thatâs approaching you and why does he look so familiar?Â
And why are you smiling so happily?
You beckon to the seat beside you and the guy readily complies, taking the chair beside you like he belonged there, like there werenât other candidates that should be there instead (heâs not talking about himself. definitely not).
He hands you one of two coffee cups heâs holding. What kind of right does this guy have to give you a coffee? Does he even know your order?
He feels like a bit of creep keenly watching you interact with someone else from a balcony of the library, but the book and laptop in front of him lies forgotten, and in a rare moment of weakness, Alhaitham canât find it in himself to return to his tasks, pursuit of knowledge momentarily forgotten. He canât push aside the bile that threatens to rise, he canât loosen his grip on the couchâs armrest, and he canât blink for a second in fear of losing you from his sight.
(Youâre laughing. Why are you laughing? How can you look so pretty laughing and why doesnât he ever get to make you laugh like this?)
Alhaitham is losing his damn mind. So much so that the first thing he does when he sees you again is corner you.Â
âYou shouldnât talk to that guy anymore.â
Youâre backed against the brick walls of the time-worn building that your shared lecture always takes place in, and Alhaitham, spotting you like a hawk, put you in this precarious position as soon as the two hours were over.Â
He canât breathe. Itâs been almost three weeks since you last spoke to him and youâre staring up at him like youâve done nothing wrong, blinking once and twice at his uncharacteristic display of subtle aggression.Â
âWho?â you mutter, shaking your head to try and grasp reality once again. you hug your laptop closer to your body. âWhatâs this about?â
âI said you shouldnât talk to that guy anymore.âÂ
âWhat guy?âÂ
âYour project partner.â
âReally?â you mutter in disbelief.
He nods, teal eyes shining at you firmly. âReally. The projectâs over, you donât need to talk to him anymore.âÂ
âI donât recall ever giving you the right to dictate who gets to be in my life or not, just like how you canât tell me what to do with my time.âÂ
âIâm looking out for you, so stop trying to make me sound tyrannical.âÂ
Your mouth hangs open as you furrow your eyebrows, growing more and more frustrated with each second. So much for thinking that he wanted to resolve the awkwardness between the two of you. âIâm not even going to argue with you,â you murmur a quick âjerkâ under your breath before brushing past him.Â
Alhaitham, however, is not willing to let you go as easily as you wish, quick to chase after you. Not that you go far anyways, turning around to face him again in the spaciousness of the vacant hallway. âWhy do you care?â You ask, exasperated. âYouâre Alhaitham, you donât let trivial things like who I hangout with bother you, youâre cool and collected and rational, and I just donât understand why youâre acting like this.â
He doesnât understand either, not the erratic beating of his heart, the stubbornness of his mind, nor this undisputable urge to keep you all to himself. Is it normal to want to hide someone for selfish reasons?
Trailing off, Alhaitham is slightly humiliated that for the first time in his life, someone has witnessed him coming short of an answer. No logical conclusion, no explanation, not even a satisfying quip, just plain, suffocating silence.
âRight. When you do have an answer, let me know.â You walk away.
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Your last rebuttal still weighs heavily on Alhaithamâs mind, even two days later as he and Kaveh are seated for a lecture in a shared course. His thoughts are scrambled like never before, the messiness of it all making him feel uneasy because for once, he doesnât have an appropriate answer to a question.
Why was he acting like a temperamental teenager? What you did with your life was up to you, and indeed he has no right trying to change that. More importantly, why was it so hard to apologise for the stuff he said-
âSo, howâs everything between you and Y/n?âÂ
Kaveh turns to him with widened eyes whilst Alhaithamâs poker face doesnât move an inch, deceivingly apathetic.
âGood, weâve been hanging out a lot more recently,â the other guy says, who Alhaitham quickly recognises to be your project partner and distaste rises in his stomach like bile.Â
âAye, good for you, man! So when are you going to ask Y/n out?â
âNo way, bro, not yet. Iâm such a wimp, but I hope I grow the balls to ask soon because I really like-â
â-looks like you got some competition!â The blond nudges Alhaitham, and if it were anyone else, they would not have glanced twice at the grey-haired who seemed unmoving and uninterested. However, Kaveh is not anyone else because he noticed the darkened look in Alhaithamâs eyes instantly, anger seeping into his composed gaze as his nose scrunches in disgust.Â
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âSo, you and Alhaitham still arenât talking?â Kaveh asks, leaning on the table of the restaurant with curious ears, hoping that he can grab some answers out of you as to why there was a stalemate between you and his roommate.
âNope,â you sigh.Â
âWhy not?â
âIâm just-â you pinch the bridge of your nose, âIâm just waiting on an apology from him.â
âAn apology? Why? What did he say?â
âHe didnât tell you?â
âYou know how he is. Always insufferably secretive, so no, I donât know anything that happened.âÂ
âAlhaitham just said some hurtful things to me, and he was being weird when I told him I was going to dinner with a friend of mine. Just kept being in my business.â
âReally?â The architecture student quirks a brow, confusion plastered on his face. âThatâs not like Alhaitham at all.â
âI know, right? He kept trying to be like âdonât hang out with himâ and ridiculed me for not playing my part as an executive of the Sumeru society,â you complained, âlike sorry I have other things I want to do.â
Kaveh nods in understanding as the conversation briefly stops when the waiter comes to drop off utensils at your table. As soon as they were gone, however, you begin again.
âAnd even though he was all up in my business, trying to tell me what not to do, he then said that I wasnât special, which is so confusing because like-â
â-hold on. Alhaitham said that you werenât special?â You nod at his parroted claim. âTo him?âÂ
âYeah. Stung like shit when he said that, especially since I thought we were friends but guess not,â you murmur sadly, fiddling with the fork.
Later that night, almost immediately after meeting you over dinner, Kaveh barges into his roommateâs room, not even changing out of his outside clothes. The sudden intrusion shocks Alhaitham who was busy typing on a document, textbook splayed open beneath him but momentarily forgotten as the blond takes a seat on the bed.
âWhat the- not even a hello?â The grey-haired asks, confused by this uncharacteristic silence of Kavehâs. Itâs pretty normal for the blond to barge into his room without notice, but it was not normal for him to be so quiet, practically brooding on the mattress. âWhatever. Where have you been? Have you eaten yet, because I made-â
âWhen will you just confess to Y/n?â
The mention of your name causes a spike in Alhaithamâs heartbeat and he swivels around instantly, attention fully directed towards his roommate. âWhere is this coming from?â
âY/n told me everything that happened between you two by the way-â
â-what, when?â
âTonight, we just met for dinner.â
âAnd you didnât tell me?â
âWhat would you have done if you knew? Showed up and made things worse?â He doesnât say anything in retaliation, merely shutting his mouth and furrowing his eyebrows. âWhy did you say that Y/n wasnât special to you?âÂ
âI didnât,â Alhaitham sighs, very loud and very perplexed. âI didnât mean for it to come out the way it did.â
âDonât you miss Y/n? You two used to hangout so often.â
âI do, of course I do!â He exclaims, burrowing his face in his hands.Â
âSo why arenât you apologising?âÂ
âBecause whenever Iâm around Y/n, Iâm not who I normally am,â he mutters, âespecially everything whenever that project partner is around-â
âJealous, much?â
âIâm not jealous.â
âOh come on, youâre ridiculous. Stop pushing away your feelings and just be honest with yourself, Alhaitham! Y/n is not just a friend to you and you know it.â
âBut, we are just friends-â
âSo you mean to tell me that if I hung out with someone else- like if I hung out with Cyno, you would be pissed?â
âWhat? No, of course not.â
âThen why is it different with Y/n?â Once again, Alhaitham doesnât have an answer to the question, sitting as still as a statue hunched over his desk. âFine, Iâll spell it out to you. You like Y/n, more than just a friend!â
The silence leftover from Kavehâs outburst is tense and full as the grey-haired lets the words sink in.Â
âIâll let you think about it,â the blond murmurs, voice softening dramatically as he stalks out of the room. Before he closes the door, however, he leaves a few final words. âJust- be honest with yourself, Alhaitham, and I wouldnât delay trying to talk to Y/n.â
A sharp click rings through the room.
Alhaitham is no stranger to being alone, for who needs the company of others when you are happiest by yourself? Yet, in the weeks that you have not been speaking to him, a cardinal urge as been growing each and each day, wanting him to do something so atypical of him: to reach out and make the first move. Every passing day doesnât lessen the thoughts that plague his mind, rather, they make him more and more impatient, because what if you get swept away by your project partner?Â
(What if heâll be too late? What if you wonât know of these powerful emotions that are steering through the storm in his heart? What if you wonât know just how badly he was been wanting you- wanting to see you, wanting to apologise, wanting to see you beam at him like you always would.
What if you wonât know that he adores you, especially now that heâs figured it out?).
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A rain droplet falls and lands on your nose, another lands on your forehead, then another lands on your lip then more and more keep falling from the cloudy sky, falling through the leaves and landing on the bench you were currently sitting on. Goodness, you should have checked the weather before leaving your dorm. Why was it now out of all times that it had to rain, what would Alhaitham think after he finally decided to reach out to talk?
Taking your phone out to message the grey-haired about relocating, an umbrella is suddenly held over you, stopping the gentle drizzle from falling onto you. Looking up, youâre greeted by a familiar face that you have been missing too much recently.
âHello, you,â you breathe, voice gentle and quiet and Alhaitham feels like he can finally breathe after so long, the scent of rain washing away all perplexion.
He nods at you in greeting before offering you the bouquet of flowers he was holding. A gorgeous arrangement of pink of white stare prettily at you and a man even more gorgeous expects you to accept it.
âFor me?â You ask.
âFor you.â
âThank you, theyâre so beautiful,â you take his gift with gentle hands, holding it close to your chest.Â
âI want to apologise,â he firmly states, getting straight to the point; very Alhaitham of him. âFor treating you the way I have been recently.â
You beam at him, so bright and so gorgeous that it renders him speechless, a feat pretty difficult when it comes to someone like Alhaitham who has a whole dictionary of words, in multiple languages too. Somehow, they all flock out of his mind the second you smile at him. Â
âI accept your apology, thank you for reaching out, must have been hard for someone like you, huh?â You tease, standing up from the bench.
âWell, I had do for someone as special as you.â The grey-hairedâs voice is deceivingly confident and assured, but you know better, especially when he looks away to hide his expression with his neatly styled bangs.Â
âNo need for the flattery, you know, Iâve already forgiven you.â Thereâs a moment of silence that occupies the air, caused by Alhaithamâs hesitation as he fishes his brain for the courage to ask you out. You speak before he can get a word out, however. âI got asked out the other day.â
âBy your groupmate?â
âHe has a name, you know, but, yeah. I rejected him, though,â you laugh awkwardly, almost like you were trying to cope with it by playing it off. âDid you know that he would do that?âÂ
âYes. I did.â
âIs that why you were so adamant on me not hanging out with him?â
âI guess you could say that. We can talk more about it another time,â he tells you, voice gentle and caring to mask the subtle hit of jealousy he feels in his chest, scolding himself for letting someone else confess to you before him. However, itâs a minute sensation in comparison to the triumph Alhaitham feels knowing that you rejected the other party.Â
âWe have a lot to talk about, donât we?â
âWe do, but I want to ask you something first.âÂ
You nod, hugging the bouquet closer to your chest, anticipation heavy in the air as you spur him to continue.Â
âIf I asked you out, would you reject me too?â
A mere second passes by where you donât respond, yet the second stretches out to what feels like eternity as Alhaithamâs stomach churns. Patience is something he doesnât lack, but how can he be patient when his heart wants you so bad?Â
Then, you take his hand, and the heavens sing at the feeling of your hand in his. âI wouldnât, but are you asking me out?â
âAre you free right now?â
âI am. Why?â
âLetâs go out then. On a date.â
âI'd love to.â You rise up to place a lingering kiss on his cheek, one that has his heart racing with joy rather than frustration.
The smile you earn is gentle, shy, but says more than Alhaitham's words ever can.
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Yâall Iâm fuckin <//3
#random post#Iâm feeling like that peach I ate earlier#split in half with the insides gnawed out#I have no art brain!!! help#itâs been a week since my last artfight attack!!!!!!! guuaghj!!!#I need like. inspiration and motivation#usually asks help with gettin the gears rollin. but I donât wanna like#force ppl to send me things lmao#I just. need to get more attacks than I did last year... or just overall#do a real revenge chain maybe. ough#need to make Ero a new ref so I can unhide his profile and make smth for Rox#ahmmmmm Iâm dead </3 weâve had ppl spend the night the last couple of days and I havenât drawn fat all and Iâm <//3 help#I just need. smth to invigorate my mind that isnât my 1 phone game lol
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what if the strawhats had different roles on the shipâïž i swapped everyoneâs roles except for luffy because i canât imagine him being anything but the captain
these are loose redesigns since their canon designs donât really read as their roles all that much to begin with. some extra doodles and ideas for this in the cut !!
nami, vice captain: i took a lot of inspiration from her beta design!! canon nami already bosses everyone around so she fits right into the role. she wields an extendable staff (usopp still makes it for her); she lost her arm over the time-skip like how zoro lost his eye. i LOVE drawing cargo pants and boots, so she ended up with a sorta bottom-heavy design. frankly itâs probably not her style but i like how she looks
zoro, the cook: my foolproof logic is zoro uses swords = good with knives. he does not use katanas to cut produce however, just normal knives. i was trying to go for âsweaty ramen guyâ with the towel around his neck. the majority of the shit he cooks would probably be drowned in alcohol. he also wears his bandana the majority of the time now!! it completes the ramen guy look
sanji, the sniper: i also took inspiration from his beta design for this!!! he has guns!! and perfect aim of course. i was going for more of a mafioso look so germa 66 would be like, a mafia organization on top of all the other villain shit they already do. he has two guns but i didnât draw a holster bc thatâs annoyingđ€ he lights his cigarettes with his guns. how would that even work? donât ask me
usopp, the navigator: his artistic talent lends itself to creating perfect maps! he also still tinkers, making namiâs staff as well as having a specialty for compasses. he uses a slingshot still (no perfect aim we gotta nerf him) and shoots weather-related projectiles. his goggles serve as binoculars, they can zoom to several different distances. i drew him in his zou outfit purely bc itâs my favorite one
chopper, the helmsman: he would predominately use heavy point while maneuvering the wheel. i changed his hat up to look more like a sailorâs cap, with an anchor symbol instead of an X. to be honest i donât have much else bc helmsman doesnât bring much to my mind :(
franky, the musician: ROCK N ROLL BABY YEEAHHH come on his stage presence is unmatched. heâs still a cyborg, he has instruments all over his body like apoo does but they were installed manually. his personality changes depending on what genre heâs playing but rock n roll is his default B) (ex. classical calls for a refined gentleman)
robin, the shipwright: her devil fruit gives her as many helpful hands as she needs! she developed namiâs arm (definitely installed some random shit she did Not ask for). she has a robot mecha that sheâs able to pilot all by herself using clones. i changed her orange sunglasses to goggle eyewear
brook, the doctor: the irony of being nursed back to health by a literal skeleton đthe irony of being the doctor of the rumbar pirates yet being the only survivor, saving no one from the poison đ i went for a plague doctor look! IM VERY HAPPY WITH HOW HE TURNED OUT i was really tempted to give him the plague mask too, but i feel that wouldâve changed his appearance too much compared to the others
jinbei, the archaeologist: the shape of this man demands a little pair of round glasses on his face. heâs an intellectual i tell you!!! plus still a fishman karate master. the history of joyboy and fishman island being so intertwined is how he developed an interest in history
#i would love to make more doodles of this but i donât have the time nor energy rn oops#one piece#art#ei98 art#one piece usopp#nico robin#one piece fanart#franky one piece#nami#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#sanji#one piece brook#one piece jinbe#tony tony chopper#role swap au
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