#like it's literally just a song about a frog on the floor

[silliestboykisser]

Frog on the Floor by 100 gecs is about being autistic because I am autistic and I relate too much to that damn frog

[winterwhisperz-blog]

hi there! can i ask for headcanons of the touchstarved lis reacting to a mc serenading or singing a love song to them? thought it’d be cute!

EEEEE Omg yes tysm for the ask!! This was such a fun prompt to write 😭

I ended up uhh, accidentally making these more like one-shots rather than just headcanons—so I’ll have to split these up into parts. The first batch is Ais and Leander so I hope you enjoy them !!

Warnings: None really, characters just might be a accidentally a bit ooc.

Notes: Gender-neutral MC, fluff.

Alright les get into it !!

How The LI Would React Fo An Mc Who serenades them/sings them a love song

Ais

Okay okay okay okay- so, this is my first vision.

Bear with me as I attempt to articulate this.

You and Ais have just left a night at the tavern, where the conversation of love novels and plays was brought up. The chilly air of twilight is fading into a grey, murky morning. You both are a bit wasted, (if you don’t drink, then blame this on literally getting no sleep.) and as the earlier conversation resurfaces in your mind, you make a comment about how you’d do all those dramatic theatrics far better than those characters in the books.

And since this is with Ais, who imo probably takes anything as a challenge, smirks at this comment, his red eyes piercing the hazy fog of dawn.

“Oh yeah? Are you going to sing for me, Sparrow?”

Chuckling, you give a lazy shrug. “Sparrows are song birds, right?”

He quirks a brow, grin widening as he evidently waits for your promised performance. But your head is pounding with exhaustion, and when you open your mouth to sing, a loud, eye watering yawn is the only thing to come out.

You wobble on your feet, knocking lightly into Ais’ chest, somehow still warm even in the cold air. You feel his laugh before hearing it. “Hmm, maybe later. Let’s get you home first.”

And even though forgetting what happened after Ais guided you home and helped you to bed—you awoke, your mind ringing with your earlier promise. And since I’m guessing this MC is a theater kid, you aren’t going to rest until you fulfill your claim of being better than those sucky, frog croaking characters in those books.

So throwing on your clothes, you get the instrument of your choice, spend the rest of the day rehearsing, get some flowers and head over to Ais’ place when evening closes on the horizon.

Ais can only be explained as being utterly amused when seeing you dramatically throw open the doors and toss him the flowers. You see him about to make a comment, and put a finger on his lips, shushing him.

Your performance is obviously, extraordinary. The words slip from your lips with ease, a smile brightening your eyes when watching Ais’ adoring expressions.

ALRIGHT

that was my first vision— now for an Mc that’s a bit more timid, and less likely to do the previous performance—

I can see you kneeling on the floor of Ais’ place, Princess snuggled up on your lap as you sing a little tune you’ve been making up for the past few days.

Bandaged up fingers gently petting her head as she lets out a few soulless style purrs of contentment.

Ais overhears this, taking a few moments to take in the sight cause OMG THATS HIS FAVORITE PERSON SINGING TO HIS PET

But once you seem to be done, singing drifting to a low humming, the sound of his footsteps snap your eyes upward, where you see his usual smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t know you could sing.”

A flash of embarrassment spreads across your chest—you aren’t used to people hearing you. You keep your eyes on Princess, clearing your throat and trying to respond but getting a bit tongue-tied. You end up muttering, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

His lets out an amused breath, and settles down next to you. For a few quiet moments you both give Princess MUCH DESERVED attention, before Ais lets out a little whistle that perks her up, stretching before leaving your lap. Before you can even protest, Ais replaces her weight, plopping his head in the center of your lap. Eyes closed contently, a smile twitching as you let out an annoyed huff.

“My turn.” Is the only thing he says, leaving no room for arguments as he makes himself quite comfortable.

And even though you pretend to be annoyed, it’s honestly really cute. With a roll of your eyes, you start combing your fingers through his hair. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Mmm, because I introduced you to Princess.”

“Ah, there it is.”

With a fond laugh, you end up singing the same tune to Ais, warmth blooming in your chest as you watch as the tension melts from his shoulders.

AWWWWW

ALR

So there was Ais. NOW

UNTO LEANDER

Leander

We’ll start at the Wet Wick, it’s a night full of laughter, dancing, and chaos. It didn’t take the crowd much convincing to get out the instruments and break into drunken songs and shanties. The bartender frantically swipes cups and mugs off the counter as piles of boots stamp across the wood, stomping to the bustling rhythm.

Leander is talking with the Bartender, trying to calm them down as they gesture to the rowdy bunch messing up the tavern. Seeing his stress, you try to find a way to keep the energy, but douse it enough so the crowd doesn’t end up bringing down the roof.

You grab the nearest instrument, climb unto a table, and clear your throat. It’s been long enough that you’ve already gotten most of the Bloodhounds respect, so the mere sound gets the majority to quiet—the scattered noise snuffing out as they get harshly shushed.

All eyes on you, especially the toxic green of Leander’s, you feel your confidence flicker for a moment before you straighten your back and try out a few tunes on your instrument. Mustering up your best confident smile, you dramatically gesture to Leander, who looks curious, amused, and definitely a bit confused.

“I would like to dedicate this song to our dear Leander, and—“ You shoot a glance at the Bartender and wink. “And our lovely, ever so gracious, patient host.”

The crowd laughs, lifting up their drinks with encouraging smiles. The bartender massages their temples, though you spot a hint of a grateful smile before you dive into the corniest, sappiest love song known to man.

****

ALR

Now again, unto an mc who’s a bit more shy.

It’s been a long day, and it shows on the both of you. Though Leander’s eyes always look like he hasn’t once slept in his entire life, you can tell by how slow he moves that he’s more exhausted than usual. He leads you to your room, stopping at the door to unwrap your bandages, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You almost want to ask him to stay this time, in hopes you can get him to sleep. At least for a few minutes. But when you open your mouth, you feel the words die on your tongue. It ends like every other time, you say goodnight, he leaves—begrudgingly—and you go inside your room regretting not saying anything.

But this time, as you’re washing the dirt of the day off your face, you keep thinking about him, how tried he looked—nope, you gotta find a way to get that man to sleep.

Drying off your face, you slide your door open and start your search for Leander. The tavern is buzzing with the usual energy, but he’s not among the crowd. Carefully avoiding everyone, you slip behind the counter and into the back.

(I have like, no idea what the back looks like—but for the snippet, I’m guessing it’s some kinda kitchen.)

You see him, his large figure shadowed by the dim light. You can hear a faint humming as he sluggishly cleans off grime from one of the counters. Taking no notice of you yet, you inch closer, listening as the humming turns to quiet lyrics.

It’s a love song you know, sounding deeper, almost solemn in the tone of his voice. It’s calming, soothing, though it makes you feel a little sad.

You walk closer, closer—until you bend over his shoulder, chiming in with a more cheerful take on the song. He flinches, head whipping round—eyes widening in shock before softening at your face.

“Oh, Mc, I thought you went to bed.”

You shrug, “Can’t sleep.”

His brows furrow in concern, tired eyes looking over yours. Before he can say anything though, and before you can lose your confidence, you plunge for the first words to come to mind. “Not without you.”

His eyes widen again, blinking.

That…did not sound nearly as subtle as you had hoped.

Heat rushing to your cheeks, you plow on. “I—mean you just, look really tired. And I’ve never really seen you sleep before—not like I would’ve watched you or anything. But look, everyone needs to sleep at least a little. So I was wondering if you would be okay with coming to my room tonight. Does that sound weird? I didn’t mean for it to sound weird—“

Leander’s laugh helps ease your embarrassment a bit, and he reaches for your hands, eyes glinting with adoration. “Well if you’re the one inviting me, how can I say no?”

If you knew it would’ve been that easy, you would’ve asked a lot sooner.

When Leander settles next to you, you reach for him and guide his head to rest over your chest, fingers stringing through his hair as you try to soothe the tension still in tightening his shoulders. You don’t ignore how frozen he feels, or how his heartbeat never slows enough to ease into sleep.

You kiss the top of his head, softly singing the song from earlier. Hoping it will help.

The night stretches on, and though your efforts put him at ease, you fell asleep before he ever did. His eyes only flickering closed for a few precious moments before he jolts awake. Leaving in the morning before you can worry over him again.

TA DAAAAA!

I’m so sorry those turned out to be long 😭 next time I do headcanons I’ll make sure to make them actual headcanons— but yes! Thank you so much for the ask !! The next batch will feature the rest of the LI and I’ll try to make them shorter.

For now though, I hope you have a wonderful day, find a heart shaped cloud, play your favorite game and that your pillow is cold on both sides! 🫶

[wirewitchviolet]

Observing an Infantalized 4chan Nazi

So recently I fell down a real serious rabbithole with a game that really puts your brain through the ringer. Nobody I know seems to want anything to do with it, so I wandered into some discord trying to find people to compare notes with and get my head around some more headache-y bits. It's not my community, I don't really know the vibe, I'm still feeling it out, but the other day someone new wandered in, and I dunno, I feel like a researcher lucking into an unexpected glimpse at a rare phenomenon in the field, or maybe like a vampire hunter stumbling onto someone who only just got bit and is having stomach pains because he tried to eat garlic bread. One of those.

See, I'm no stranger to watching nazis try to sneak into communities for nefarious purposes. It's always the same song and dance where they try real hard to come off like polite functional human beings, and casually ease into their talking points, and then their masks slip right off because if they could conduct themselves like rational empathetic human beings, they wouldn't have ended up as nazis. This here though isn't one of those. This is someone who seems to just have wandered in here for tips on how this weird game works, who doesn't have the wherewithal to even try to act like a normal person.

He's just attempting to ask questions about game mechanics, and it's spilling out as this weird mix of disgusting Nazi frog pictures, self-flagellation, slurs, and weird baby talk. I'm trying to find something that can be quoted in polite company and I just can't. Here's the closest I can manage, with apologies:

"I dont have enough weaponised autism to play this game LOL"

And when questioned on that phrasing- "I dont have the 4chan/pol weaponised Elon autism. I have the garden variety THE DUMB"

Both of these of course paired up with gross poorly drawn Pepes, one drooling, one... committing an act of self-harm. The vibe I'm getting off the entire server is this mix and disgust and confusion at this gross pathetic mess. There's some polite hinting that this isn't cool to maybe try and catch a mod's attention, and there's some effort being made to parse out the actual questions and answer them. Then there's a bunch of blubbering from the channer shocked at anyone being willing to engage with him.

Meanwhile of course I'm over here on the sidelines, just kinda simmering with rage and knowing better than to open my mouth, over just being in the presence of one of these creeps, all the casual hate speech, nazi symbols, and vile imagery, idol worship of deeply hateful and stupid people, the total lack of self-awareness, and, like the title says, just general disgust at the weird cocktail of learned helplessness and self-loathing simmering in that sort of environment has reduced what I assume is physically a fully capable of adult into.

But, I say through incredibly clenched teeth, I suppose this here really is sort of the ideal scenario for our rare specimen here. He's not SO far gone that he's completely given up on having actual interests and at least trying to make some kind of attempt at healthy interactions with people. Again, usually when I see a nazi in some discord, there is zero question that they are there for absolutely no purpose beyond trying to recruit/attack/spy on people. So theoretically, not completely beyond saving here. And he's getting a taste of how normal people interact, with a nice contrast against the nazi crap, and doing... yeah literally anything with his time but marrinating in hate. He just needs to stop metaphorically dropping his pants and taking a giant dump on the floor every time he enters a room and to talk like an actual damn adult and not some kind of racist giant baby.

So in this one very specific case, hey, glad to see it, here's hoping he slips away from the chan scene and focuses on games or whatever. But before anyone gets any ideas about running around redeeming nazis or anything, keep in mind the following things- I only see this as even potentially on the table here because this is a rare unicorn situation of someone who's clearly been cooking in a nazi stew long enough to lose all ability hold a conversation like a civilized person but not QUITE so long as to stop seeing other people as anything but potential targets or recruits, a window that tends to be so short I've maybe seen it one other time ever. Even under these rare ideal conditions, odds are pretty low this particular channer is going to actually withdraw from that scene in favor of say this random discord, not have some kind of relapse, not pose a clear threat or danger to anyone, and it's not like people who stop being slur-spewing nazis magically turn into decent people. Best case scenario's still going to be a fairly repellent right-wing creep, just you know, one who keeps quiet about it and lives a normal life instead of being some indoctrinated fanatical foot soldier actively antagonizing people.

[missiletoe]

another quick fill for the yuri shipping olympics (i love kittyuri)

Word Count: 800 Prompt: "I eat a live frog one time and now it's all I'm known for!"

"Wait, why did you eat a live frog?"

"It wasn't on purpose!"

"How did you accidentally eat a live frog?"

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Kitty’s still scrubbing the words PORTLAND FROG EATER off her locker when the bell rings.

“As much as I like graffiti, I don’t think it’s allowed on school premises.” 

She turns to find Yuri leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest. Of course her socks match her skirt which matches her tie. Of course she doesn’t have a single hair out of place. Of course there’s a cute little teddy bear clip pinning a strand of hair behind her ear.

Everything goes right for KISS Arcane Academy’s top student. Kitty wishes she could say the same.

“I’m not creating graffiti, I’m cleaning it. The school should be thanking me.” She throws the damp sponge against the locker and lets the wet SMACK! of it against the floor do the talking.

“Portland… frog eater?” Yuri reads.

“I eat a live frog one time and now it’s all I’m known for!” Emotions cycle across Yuri’s face like an old film reel–first shock, then curiosity before finally landing on amusement. It’s not a good look on her. (Well, it is. Everything is a good look on her but Kitty’s not thrilled that it comes at her expense.)

“Wait, why did you eat a live frog?”

“It wasn’t on purpose!”

“How did you accidentally eat a live frog?”

“It wasn’t just any frog!” Kitty protests. “It was Minho’s frog but somehow everyone seems to forget that tiny little detail when they’re telling the story!”

Yuri snickers and does a poor job of covering it up with her palm.

“Okay, why’d you swallow Minho’s frog then?” Kitty sighs and throws down the bundle of paper towels in her hand in defeat. Not like they were doing much for her anyways.

“Q and I were in his dorm for our weekly Friday movie marathon. Minho, his unfortunate and insufferable roommate–god, I don’t know how Q puts up with him. Q is a literal saint and Minho is like if the devil had a child and then left the child at an orphanage but instead of an orphanage it was a school dedicated to raising–”

“Kitty. Frog. Focus.”

“Right, sorry. So Q and I were in his dorm and Minho had just found a frog outside and he was intent on taking it in as a little pet or something. I think he saw some TikTok about pet care being good for your skin or something. Anyways, he had it in some little posh cage and he was showing it off like it’d just solved World Hunger or something and then we got a knock on the door. It was Professor Lee with ResLife doing random room inspections.”

“And we’re not allowed to have animals in the dorms so.” Kitty sighs and mimes something going down the line of her throat. Yuri mock-gasps in response.

“You didn’t.”

“Hey. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Kitty Song Covey, you’ve got to be the weirdest girl I know,” Yuri laughs, shaking her head. Kitty’s torn on whether to take it as a compliment or an insult but her stomach makes the decision for her when it feels like a cage of butterflies has been released into it.

“Thanks, I try,” she replies, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Hey,” Yuri says, slipping her arm through Kitty’s in one fluid motion. Kitty blinks and tries to place when she got close enough to do that. “I’m heading out to a cafe to grab a drink before I go home. You wanna join me?”

The prettiest girl in school is asking her to hang out and Kitty just spent the last ten minutes telling her about the time she swallowed a frog.

“Your… friends are going to a cafe?” she clarifies.

Yuri laughs like she’s said the funniest thing in the world and leans in close to pinch her cheek.

“No, silly, it’s just me!”

The prettiest girl in school wants to get a drink with her. Just the two of them. Holy shit–is this a date? 

She’s gone quiet long enough for Yuri to start tapping her foot and Kitty decides to throw caution to the wind. She can figure out the semantics later, for now she just needs to get out of here and to that cafe before Yuri comes to her senses and ditches her on the side of the road. Probably in a pond near some frogs.

“Yeah. I’d love to go out with you.”

“Great! Let’s go then!” 

Yuri unhooks her arm to lead the way and Kitty has to fight to suppress the urge to chase the touch. It’s a battle that she just barely wins.

She only turns around when they’re at the exit.

“Sorry, though, I don’t think there are any frogs on the menu.” “ONE TIME! It was one time!”

[intertexts]

YAYYYY YOU KNOW DAKOTA BACKSTORY NOW <333 YOU MADE IT !!!!!!

EPISODE 19 + 20 TRIVIA:

- they are all. so very sad. let me play you a song on the worlds tiniest violin

- charlie: "im angling my mic so i can lay on the ground"

- after 5 minutes of just going "im sad" "im sad" "me too" they are FINALLY talking about the episodes

- SUMMER AND DOUG !!!!!!!!!! ohhh i love them they are important 2 me

- the other heroes with summer and doug were fan created!!! the one with black and white hair is Portalgeist (teleportation power), the one with the green visor is Valence (no mention on their power), and then the pink one with the mask is Sleepyhead (sleep/illusion/dream powers) :]

- grizzly: "im glad the water thing worked!! william was proud of me because i didnt rush in and that meant a lot"

- "there is a reason dakota thinks there are three different summers and not just one summer, i think it'll probably come up when we meet the doctor" << HELLO??? i dont actually remember this. omg

- "i hope le frog can finally move on and get over us now. hes their problem now" MEAN 2 HIM !!!!!!

- william figuring out how to neutralize the demons........ woag (on that note he said his original intention was to turn it into a wisp. do with that what you will)

- moving onto 20 woooooo everyone sad again!

- bizly: "i have gone over it in my head a thousand times how i would present her and everything, i hope i did it some sort of justice because every time ive thought about it since you originally told that idea it has made me *this sad*"

- "DAKOTA COLE CHARACTER STUDY EPISODE" << this is such a huge win for me

- "dakota has been very scared to go see his aunt for a very long time. i dont think he ever would have done that alone. i almost wanted him to say that to you guys in the episode but i dont think he wouldve even processed it enough to admit that yet"

- condi and charlie both said they didnt really know what to say in character a lot kf the time but then they realized they didnt really have to say anything, the important part was that the characters where physically there for dakota in that moment

- grizzly: "i mean im sure it was a huge surprise for william and vyncent not just the scenario itself because dakota never talked about it, but the fact that i dont think theyve seen him get emotional like that. its always been sort of over the top righteous anger and never anything this soft or quiet" (charlie: im curling up in a ball on the floor)

- DAKOTA DAMASCUS !!!!!!!!!!!

- they (bizly and grizzly) were a little nervous about how well this was gonna play out because its such a direct real life kind of issue, but they both really like that it adds such a huge layer to dakotas character

- bizly: "i mean, you have this guy- both of his parents were literally killed in the wake of a superhero fight and he STILL grows up with the mindset of 'i wanna be a superhero!' and just this unwavering optimism and urge to do the right thing"

- condi: "i cant wait for us to get into william shit too i reaaally wanna get into whats going on with him"

charlie: "huh? what william stuff?"

condi, suddenly SUPER AGGRESSIVE: "I wanna go to *FUCKING DEADWOOD*"

- grizzly: "i mean william is scared of facing things so part of dakotas whole goal with this was to face something he was really scared of doing to hopefully inspire william to do the same"

- charlie: "i think ive said this before but i think william sees dakota as... making it. into the prime force, as a superhero, just as The Guy who stands out above us all, right. i think he sees dakota making it out of all of this. i don't think he sees that for himself."

grizzly: "dakota Will Not make it to that point without dragging william and vyncent up with him. hes not gonna leave them behind for anything"

- "there are a lot of things william would pry into way too much, i mean its literally on his sheet as one of his complications, but i dont think he would ever pry about this unless dakota brought it up first and wanted to talk about it" aaaahhh the ghostkicksisms

- bizly had said someone had been in the apartment recently, which was weird because his aunt has been in rehab for a WHILE. grizzly doesnt even know who it couldve been

- they said they intentionally kept the details of her rehab sort of vague, they didnt want to get too into the descriptions of it bc that would be too real and too heavy and they wouldnt want to represent anything like that in a poorly handled way. generally though she is there for addiction/alcoholism

- "how pissed would you guys be if we got to the end of the campaign and le frog was the final boss" and they all get VERY GENUINELY ANNOYED JUST AT THE THOUGHT OF THAT POSSIBILITY "bizly i would leave. i would quit"

- charlie: "i have NOTABLY *not* been using a secret identity for a LONG time. because i think william stopped taking the whole hero thing seriously, he doesnt see a point in it anymore"

- bizly says they have already met who he plans to be the final villain of the whole campaign!! theyre trying to guess now, charlie says it would be cool if it was mark (holy shit), grizzly says mal !!!! he thinks mal is going to take the tricksters power in some way. he also jokingly said it would be funny if harlem shade turned out to be the main bad guy because he would have fun playing him as a villain. (condi had to leave early so he doesnt get a guess) . charlie says they all have their own Big Villains right now (wiwi has mal, vyncent has the lich, grizzly doesnt have one yet but he probably will eventually), but he doesnt necessarily see mal becoming THE villain. neither of them think the trickster is going to be the main villain since the whole point of season 2 has been to get ashe back

- GRIZZLY ADMITS HE THINKS MARK IS A REDEEMABLE CHARACTER. WIN !!!!!!!!!!!

DAKOTA CHARACTER STUDY WHOOOOO!!!!!! I MADE IT!!!!!!! a little blood covered and trembling but i made it!!! also jesus i have a BACKLOG of trivia u sent me i wanna talk about so bad... thank u king btw. its so fucking awesome 2 finish an episode & then receive so much trivia about it. fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me (<- can't stop fucking saying that now!!)

I LOOVE the prime rifterssss i love fan created characterssss theyre so good!!! man. i love summer and doug. yeah even doug. also YEAH the reason he fucking thinks there's three summers is because he has FUCKING BRAIN DAMAGE from ONE MILLION CONCUSSIONS and JUMPING OFF A SKYSCRAPER and being EXPERIMENTED ON!!!!! NKDFKDFGHfgk. or at least. thats what i think.

i also thought he was gonna turn it into a wisp!!!!!!! i was so surprised when it didnt work... my assumption is that they were like, different variants of the same thing, whatever that thing fucking is. which. i guess is maybe not true!! wild.

FEELING INSANE OVER EPISODE 20. LIKE. IN GENERAL. joining charlie in a fucking ball on the floor tbh. what i will say before i spend like, a fucking week sorting through my thoughts & shit is that i do think they did a really good job w/ handling the addiction plot point... whenever anything like that comes up it really is always a crapshoot of like oh okay is this going to be unintentionally shitty to addicts. is this going to be wildly inaccurate. is it going to be ableist. etc etc etc. & i think the vague and blurry brushstrokes that they Did draw were really well done... more specific detail wouldn't have carried nearly as much weight as that description of their trashed rotting apartment & the way they reacted 2 seeing each other !!! wails and cries and throws up.

ALSO, the way his parents were killed feels like such a fucking missing piece slotting into place for his character? i had figured that-- ok i knew his parents were dead & i also knew he'd had.. personal experience with the um. violent and dangerous area of effect superheroism has. but knowing they were collateral damage in that umm. knockoff darkseid? darkstar? fight makes so much sense irt his perception of heroism & not wanting to be responsible for deaths. god.

& ummm i'm feeling fucking normal about "he sees dakota making it out of all this, he doesn't see that for himself." & "he doesn't see a point in the superhero thing anymore" like, we knew that already. but. doesn't make it easier to hear!! MORALLY AMBIGUOUS VIGILANTE WILLIAM WISP WHEN.

i have no idea who the bbeg is gonna be dude. oh my god. its gonna end up being fucking alan (allen??) or something. it's gonna be one of the s5. this is amogus now. anyway. GOOD EPISODE!!!

[namusthetic]

The Four Seasons

Color guide for the characters' comments:

Winter; Spring; Summer; Autumn;

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Winter

Jittery because had way too much sugar

Started buying presents and wrapping them in September

Has a special mug for every occasion

Likes to relax by the fire while reading or scrolling through their phone

Gives Christmas-themed socks to everyone

Sits in weird positions

Loud and affectionate with people they feel close with (even too affectionate... )

Cold and unforgiving when pissed

Has a reading list and is gonna finish it before the year ends (hopefully)

Struggles with anger management

Smiles at strangers on the street

Starts stuttering and their lisp comes out when too nervous or excited (I heard Autumn saying it was cute - oh really? - S-spring!!!!!!)

Loves surprises

Prideful, gets offended easily, but also forgives and forgets easily (it took us a whole afternoon to get them to open the door just because the three of us hung out without them - still don't know why we bothered. - HEY!!! )

Calls instead of texting

Ready to throw hands if any of their friends gets bullied or insulted

Aesthetics:

Hot chocolate and a crackling fireplace, Christmas songs and mulled wine, snow and cold wind, warm scarves and knitted gloves, snow angles and snowball fights, smirks and fistbumps, warm sweaters and tight hugs, doodles on frosty window panes, dad jokes and uncoordinated dance moves

Playlist:

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

(I Can Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry

Somebody To Love by Queen

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé

Snowman by Sia

Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

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Spring

Has various nervous tics because of anxiety

Always sitting on the floor

Often with their head in the clouds (AM NOT! - darling, I've literally seen you walk into door frames more times than I can count - ... )

Almost never raises their voice

Starts reading a book, then forgets about it and starts another one

Gets lost in daydreaming and dissociates from reality

Defends strongly what they believe in

"If I were a frog you'd be welcome on my lily pad"

Starts projects but never finishes them

Sensitive, cries easily when animals and environment is involved

In touch with their emotions and nature (and also with summer apparently - if you don't shut up, I swear. - Autumn, help me!! - oh, hell nah)

Spends long afternoons having pic-nics in the park, reading, sleeping and sunbathing

Walks in the woods looking for fae traps and playing hide and seek with foxes

Aesthetics:

Flower crowns, pic-nics and apricot jam, sunshine filtering through the leaves, birds chirping and bubbly laughter, bumblebees and bees flying from flower to flower, soft singing, flower crowns and daisy chains, curious eyes and pastel colors, small frogs and lilly pads, strawberry toasts and herbal teas, sweet smiles and paint-stained hands

Playlist:

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's

Swing Lynn by Harmless

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

girls by girl in red

Coffee by beabadoobee

Juliet by Cavetown

rises the moon by Liana Flores

Where'd All the Time Go? By Dr. Dog

cardigan by Taylor Swift

No Plan by Hozier

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Summer

Sleeps with the windows open

Goes to the beach at sunrise to walk along the shore

Parties until late at night and comes home in the early morning

Afraid of never being good enough

Plans their day to the second, has a set goal in life

Chatty, makes friends easily but sometimes tries too hard

Just plain gorgeous (agreed!! - *blushes*)

Constantly doing something so they doesn't have any time to wallow in their thoughts

Sees the best in people (even Autumn? - Would you knock it off!?!!)

Doesn't need anyone's approval but cares about their found family's opinion

Has always something urgent to do

Done with everyone's whining (e- even me? - no, not you - pffft, simp. - *proceeds to throw a shoe at Winter* - You asked for it.)

Always tries to be strong by repressing their emotions (yeah, you shouldn't do that - sigh, I'll try not to)

Aesthetics:

Sunshine and linen sheets, freckles and dimples, gold and sand, warm laughter and cold cocktails, strawberry lemonade, pizza and a can of soda, tan lines and stretch marks, afternoon naps on the porch and late night rides, roller skating with their headphones on the promenade, thrift-shopping, a light breeze in the summer heat

Playlist:

Juicy by Doja Cat

Chicken Noodle Soup by J-Hope (ft. Becky G)

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

WANNABE by ITZY

Need to Know by Doja Cat

I'm Legit by Nicki Minaj ft. Ciara

About Damn Time by Lizzo

Levitating (ft. DaBaby) by Dua Lipa

Egoistic by Mamamoo

Next Level by aespa

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Gashina by SUNMI

Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

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Autumn

Lovely and deep, like the woods they like to wander

Started planning their Halloween costume since summer

Chooses their afternoon tea depending on their mood

Likes to sit by the window and read when starts raining

Often misunderstood

Looks dark and broody but is just a cinnamon roll (a cute, little, squishy cinnamon roll!!! - sometimes I struggle to repress the urge to push you off a cliff - nah, you know you love me - who's gonna tell them? - Not me.)

Starts reading several books at the same time and switches between them

Spends long afternoons reading in coffee shops

Struggles with depression and anxiety

Cannot function without coffee in the morning

Gets startled easily if they are focused on something else

Judges everyone silently, that's just what they do (Except Spring, she can do whatever she wants. - is it the cuteness? - It is.)

Waits for the call to end and then texts "What do you want?!?"

Aesthetics:

Eye-rolls, tired eyes, old books and fallen leaves as bookmarks, sentences underlined with shaky lines, large cardigans and knitted sweaters, dark coffee with splashes of milk, Earl Grey tea and butter biscuits, soft sighs and sweater paws, leather messenger bags and worn-out notebooks, the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk, fog and drizzle, the distant rumble of an incoming storm

Playlist:

The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala

Tired by beabadoobee

Devil Town by Cavetown

Coffee by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Blondie by Current Joys

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Hey Kids by Molina ft. Late Verlane

Take a Slice by Glass Animals

Vide Noir by Lord Huron

Mary On a Cross by Ghost

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Zombie by The Cranberries

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Helloo!!! ✨

Sorry it's been a while since I've posted anything (again, sob) but I'm back!

I chose seasons this time, and I've also added comments from each one, I thought it would be a cute thing to add, I had fun doing it.

For the character's comments I used different colors to recognize them, I hope it's not too chaotic.

Hope you enjoy, and please take care of yourselves,

lots of love 💜

[thebearme]

Souyo / Yu x Yosuke headcanon

(these are all made in the span of 7 years and I won't be able to remember all of them so here we go!)

Yosuke sings Yu love songs with his guitar

Yu hates thunderstorms so when it happens Yosuke would comfort them

Yu is more like a rabbit then a cat and Yosuke mocks him for it

Yu has a ladder by their window so Yosuke as easy access to their room when he visit 

Yu loves every little thing about Yosuke to the point he would count his freckles

Yosuke and Yu share one brain cell

Because of some moments in the game and anime I imagine that Yosuke has psychic intuition when it come to Yu, nothing plot or magical- just bros being bros

Every fight they have ends in fluff like literally- the only way it wouldn't is if you make them act out of character

They borrow each other's clothes (but mostly Yosuke)

They have promise rings

Yu calls Yosuke his sunflower

Everyday Yosuke is learning new things about Yu

Like how Yu is kinda gross (he ate mold)

Before they were together Yosuke had drew Yu when they were in class and he was bored

Yosuke is a summer boy while Yu is winter

They both love hearing the other talk about there hyperfixation

Yu taught Yosuke how to make origami cranes

Yu is the moon and Yosuke is the sun

Yu has a fake smile they do in public but when they're alone with Yosuke their real smile shows, it's a bit creepy but cute.

Their dynamic is autism ❤️ adhd

When Yu came to Inaba they originally didn't want any friends or anyone getting too close, Yosuke broke that and became his best friend but ironically he didn't want Yu to get too close to him and know his true feelings. They both save each other from shutting themselves off. Beautiful.

Another nickname for the two is marshmallow fluff and caramel chocolate chip tart

Yu lays on Yosuke's chest alot and treats it like a pillow

Yosuke makes sures that Yu remembers that he doesn't need to be mr. perfect, he just needs to be himself

Yosuke has alot of insurances about his hair, skin, body, personality- everything, but because of this Yu wrote a whole ass book the size of a dictionary full of things he loves about Yosuke

Any time Yosuke makes a self deprecating joke or calls himself a disappointment, Yu reads a page from the book to him

Yu tends to dissociate, so Yosuke just holds their hand and wait for them to come back

Yosuke's parents invites Yu into their family with open arms

Yosuke stops Yu from adopting all the stray cats he finds and Yu stops him from doing the same with frogs

Yosuke has alot of scars and most are from protecting Yu inside the TV world

Yu gets a panic attack from it everytime and it's a miracle Yosuke hasn't died yet

Yosuke eventually gets his true motorcycle and you know he'll take Yu for a ride

Yosuks makes Yu watch cowboy movies (no homo)

When Yu and Yosuke are sleeping together he has to make sure that he's cuddling Yosuke, cute but mostly because if he didn't in the morning Yu would find Yosuke on the floor looking like a fucked up pretzel (and Yosuke still wonder why his back and neck is sore smh)

Yosuke is so ready to run away with Yu in any moment it isn't even funny

Yosuke can be a scary mf when he's mad and Yu loves it

Yu's a bit of a masochist

Yosuke and Yu's relationship has such a strong foundation of friendship that it literally can just be called 'partners+ deluxe *tm'

Thats all my headcanons for their relationship that I can remember from the top of my head

so enjoy 

[emawinslow]

hiii 10 12 19 21 26 31 43 44 47 oh dear i hope im remembering the right ones have fun <3

hiiii thank you🫶

10 - would you slaughter the rich?

without hesitation

12 - what kind of day is it?

you know when days don’t feel real? not in a particularly good or bad way. yeah I’m having one of those.

19 - imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

yes of course. will they look good? absolutely not but I can paint them yassss green from the sally hansen pride collection

21 - something you’ve kept since childhood?

I’ve kept a fuck ton of things from childhood because I have a um. really hard time getting rid of things. I’ve gotta work through that but I love had the same wooden frog displayed in my room for as long as I can remember. my hello kitty alarm clock too. my mom has every art project I’ve ever done still. I have teddy the teddy bear of course. and my baby blankets I still sleep with. lots more things I can’t remember but trust me there are Lots

26 - a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

I’m not really sure what this question is asking so I’m just gonna talk about a recent regret. I literally can’t stop thinking about the estate sale I went to recently and I saw one of those singing fish wall hanging things. okay it didn’t sing but it was a hanging fish on a plaque. and I’ve been wanting a singing one for years and it was only $2 but I didn’t pick it up and I was like “I’ll get it on the way out” but on the way out it was GONE very sad

31 - what type of music keeps you grounded?

there’s really no specific type of music but generally I think it’s just. songs that remind me so much of a specific moment in my life. like hey mickey by baby tate reminds me so much of reading the secret history in the science building and moneytalks reminds me of sophomore year ap european history class and house of memories by panic reminds me of sitting on my bedroom floor and talking with one of my oldest and best friends and fire in the twilight reminds me of driving back from my choir trip. yeah idk

43 - what’s your take on spicy foods?

I mean. I’m white. like very white (is a quarter mexican). and I really don’t like spicy food. I can’t stand much spice to begin with but even little takes away from the food for  me

44 - you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

my roommate I know you’re not supposed to say this but when I blew out my birthday candles I wished she would die

47 - what was the last message you sent?

“$25” to my mom :)

cactus - something you’re currently learning (about)?

I wouldn’t say I’m learning About anything right now I think I’m mostly just learning how to be a person

chia - what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

my mom sister and I have had a running joke for like. man it’s gotta be ten years at this point. one time we were in a gift shop in some tourist town and there was a sign on a fountain thing that said “do not tough” instead of “do not touch” and now whenever we say tough instead of touch. funny? well, no but it’s been going on for so long we can’t stop it

edelweiss - how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

jo!!!! when I first watched skam cris was my fav character and she really resonated with me then I watched skam austin and i thought jo was hysterical like she’s one of my fav characters ever. weird teenage girls just act like that

camellia - what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

well when I was a really little kid I was stubborn as hell like I quit swim lessons because I didn’t like being told what to do. in mid to late middle school I was a cuuuuunt and not in a fun way. I was just a dick and I loved picking fights with authority figures because I didn’t respect them. and honestly it was deserved they sucked. I had an era in the middle where I was like Very innocent and sweet. and sensitive I have  a lot of memories of crying in public and at school. but all throughout all of that I was such a loser. not in a bad way. I have a whole journal entry about this that I wrote in december but I would say I’ve changed a lot but also not at all. like I look back and I don’t recognize myself but that the same time it’s still Me and I only know how different I am because I know what I’m thinking and the intentions behind what I’m saying and doing and can’t only judge the actions and words itself. it’s complicated. and this isn’t me just making fun of my younger self I love her she is me I am her etc

aloe vera - what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

[fragglerockopinions]

I said "the AIDS crisis" and my dad said "There wasn't a crisis"

My dad said AIDS was just like COVID-19 in that it wasn't a very big deal and only killed a certain tiny insignificant part of the population (read: queer, poor, elderly, non-white, immunocompromised)

My dad said Tiana from Princess and the Frog doesn't experience racism; she experiences classism. And they called me racist when I said black people fucking jim crow america could not experience upward mobility on account of The Everything

My mom calls my antidepressants "psycho pills"

My mom got me a prescription of vitamin D pills because they don't believe in depression and think I just don't go outside enough. I work outside in a barn btw.

My mom said my chronic pain is a result of the devil trying to keep me away from god

My mom makes fun of my PTSD triggers. She sang the song I was singing when I was assaulted as a child and laughed when I covered my ears.

During wisdom tooth surgery recovery, she told me to shut up and quit whining while my only form of communication through the gauze in my mouth was whimpering.

She said I was disgusting for bleeding so much.

After I randomly started crying during wisdom tooth surgery recovery (because the process was extremely difficult, I couldn't eat anything at all even liquids for almost an entire week, and I felt helpless and ugly because of the dark purple bruising on my entire lower face, but I couldn't tell them that) my mom said I needed to get off my "psycho pills" which I hadn't even taken for a week.

She replied "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO CRY. WOMEN CRY AND MEN DON'T CRY THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU A WOMAN."

I have been a trans man since age 11. I'm 21 now. They are in deep, deep denial.

Oh yeah every time she looked at me during that time for like three weeks and saw the bruising, she made a face and said I looked horrible.

They both always yell at me for having short hair. One time my sibling said "um he's almost 21 he can do what he wants with his hair" and my dad said "I DON'T GIVE A CRAP IF YOU'RE THIRTY SEVEN YOU OBEY ME"

They tried to throw away my favorite pillow. I found it outside on the ground and I said "um. Why is my pillow outside were you trying to throw my pillow away" and they said "no" and I said "are you sure" and they said "YOU'RE DISGUSTING WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET A NEW PILLOW"

I was telling my mom fun facts about etymology and trees and she said "Did You Know you remind me of a two year old? Did You Know you're the most annoying person on the planet?"

I told my mom I blacked out from a sudden pain in my spine and she said "that sounds a little dramatic"

The same night I said I got a bad sunburn and she said "oh my god you're so needy"

I told her I was worried because my cat was bleeding anally and she said "oh my god why are you never happy after all I do for you"

My mom said "you know you need to find something to do this summer and stop being so lazy" and I said "oh my bike has a flat tire or else I would probably be doing that" and she said "why are you so useless"

One time I hugged her and she gagged and said I smelled bad

I stopped smiling at her during high school because every time I did she would make a face and tell me I looked gross and to go brush my teeth. Even if I had literally just come upstairs from brushing them in the bathroom.

I dropped a cup of gatorade and mopped it up before she got home (agony btw that's the most painful thing I can do with my back problems) but the floor was still wet when she got home and she yelled at me and said it was my fault they had ants (they do not have ants). I said "mommy, I think my fine motor skills are getting worse and I can't grip things and everything always falls out of my hands" and she said "have you tried paying attention" 😐😐😐

She used to force me to do kegels with her when I was 13

In middle school I was assaulted and I came home crying and ran to my dad's arms and she said it was my fault it happened because I was being annoying

Of course when I brought it up recently she did not remember that.

I should start a list of outlandish shit my abusive parents say so everyone else can suffer along with me

[idontblushsrry]

Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

[clnriswood]

DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER

Something Different | Part Eight

a/n: literally having the most fun writing this rn, thank you all for your support! i know this one is gonna tear many of you to shreds but i am ensuring y’all that there will be smut in the next chapter, though i won’t reveal with whom it’s happening. >:) 

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The next week, they had potions class again. In the few days since their drunken encounter, the girl and Cedric had timidly avoided stepping near the topic. The same went for Draco. The three had seemingly silently agreed not to communicate about that which had occurred between them. It was standard, anyways, given the house duties and crippling hangover the girl had bore just previously. Come class time, Y/N sat at a rickety stool beside Cedric, who took his place happily beside her as Slughorn jovially welcomed his students in. The man wore a devastating purple suit and orange bow tie combination. Today, they would learn to make the Elixir to Induce Euphoria, a sunshine yellow liquid which the professor had set an example of up in a large and bulbous glass vial at the front of the room. Stools scraped and feet scuffed on the dungeon floor as the stirring from the room began to settle. From across the room, the girl made eye contact with the snow-white boy whose icy stare was already settled very obviously to her own. His mouth was hardened into a thin line, his white hair looking neat and smooth over his pale skin. Draco blinked slowly at her, shifted his eyes coldly to Cedric, and then removed his gaze altogether. Feeling as unsure and uncomfortable as his deathly silent communication typically left her, the girl shifted awkwardly in her chair and cleared her throat as Horace Slughorn launched into the usual pre-lesson rant.

“...shrivelfig and porcupine quills,” his voice came swarming into focus. “It will induce a euphoric frenzy in you that will cause you to rejoice with glee, and perhaps even burst into song.”

The class stirred with interest.

“Can you imagine this stuff at the next house party?” a student nearby chuckled quietly.

“Reckon we wouldn’t need it,” Cedric said in reply, speaking to his surroundings discreetly.

The girl’s eyes flickered curiously up to Cedric’s mischievous ones, and they swum blue-green with a sparkle of delight.

“Like we need to bottle a potion for this elixir when we already have empty bottles of the stuff lying round’ the Common Room,” his cheeks creased with dimples as he spoke softly, running a large hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide his grin.

Referring to the alcohol-strewn disaster of a Common Room they’d had to clean up that weekend, of course, the Hufflepuffs in close proximity all bent forward in suppressed laughter. Collectively, a strangled noise of amusement sounded from the table. This included one from the girl, who was taken aback by the boy’s cheek but enjoying it nonetheless as she blew her cheeks up in surprise at him. Giggling mutely, she turned her head back to the professor and kicked Cedric’s foot from under the table. He shrugged with a lopsided smirk and kicked her right back.

“And for today, I thought we’d shake things up a little,” the frog-like man clapped his hands together. “So we’ll be doing this with a little help from a friend! Yes, yes! Do partner up for this class!”

Y/N’s eyes moved instinctively to the bronzed boy beside her, and he was already staring down hopefully at her through his long lashes. In silent question, he flashed his white teeth handsomely at her with want.

“But,” the professor interrupted them, “a rule! Now I know the house rivalries have been getting next to hostile these days, especially between these two.”

Slughorn stopped and wagged a large finger at the Slytherins and Huffelpuffs who crowded around him. His beady eyes landed on the girl, and she couldn’t help but to recall the remark he’d made on the issue upon taking over for her and Draco’s joint detention.

“And so, to bolster our spirits and teamwork, you must pair with someone from the opposite house.”

A collective groan ensued. Nobody seemed particularly enthused about the idea, but Slughorn cheered over their complaints with several flaps of his chubby little hands. The girl felt her stomach lurch as she dragged her eyes forcedly to their next target. Only, this time, upon looking at him, she noticed that he wasn't doing the same. No, Draco Malfoy’s eyes were fixated on the boy beside her. Turning, the girl felt her throat harden as she watched the events beside her unfold, a mild horror spelling across her face. Cedric had seemingly caught Draco’s stare, and he was holding it unflinchingly with a pulsing jaw and a flare of his nostrils. A large hand clasped at his potions book, his knuckles whitened against it as he stood.

“I’ll get the brat,” he decided, his eyes glued forward still.

“Uh--” the girl’s stool scraped loudly as she shot up, her eyes moving with panic over the two of them, “no!”

Cedric froze, his eyes slow as they tore from Draco’s and resumed their focus on her own.

“No?” he asked with bewilderment.

He couldn’t, she realized, looking up at the boy. There was a quiet and contemplative hatred behind that stare, she deciphered. And, moving to look at Draco’s not-so-quiet-and-contemplative-hatred filled scowl, something dangerous dawned upon her. The handsome and slender framed boy’s light blue contemplation was laced with spite, and glimmered dangerously as he fixated it now upon the girl. If Cedric did anything to rile him up in the slightest, he would undoubtedly weaponize the secret the two shared. Not just of their last encounter, but of any before that. Panicking, and feeling her mouth go dry, the girl placed a hand to Cedric’s chest. She could feel his heart thrumming excitedly beneath her fingertips, and she had to snap twice at him to regain his flickering attention.

“Ced,” she protested, “you’ll only start a row.”

The boy showed not an ounce of care as he forced his tongue over his teeth with a bitter laugh.

“Only if he starts one first,” he grimaced.

“Ced,” she said again, hissing through her teeth now.

Jealousy was a new look on the boy. He sported a bead of sweat on his knit brows, his full lips curved in distaste, and his eyes had hardened with a coldness that softened the instant he looked back down at his girlfriend.

“Y/N,” he repeated curtly.

She shook her head with a laugh of mingled amusement and fear, “you can’t. As house prefects, it's our job to set an example.”

She felt the tense muscles beneath her touch loosen, Cedric’s brows lowering a little with disappointment. Huffing softly, he gave his girl a defeated nod, and brought his fingers briefly up to her own so as to grasp her small hand in his large one.

“Okay?” she whispered softly at him, blinking with worry up at the boy.

“Okay,” he decided, “you’re right. Okay.”

Taking her hand up in his own, he brought her knuckles briefly to his lips, dropping the faintest of kisses upon her hand with a defeated little smile.

“But if he tries anything--” Cedric began with a flare.

“I will gladly take care of him myself,” she finished, flashing him a confident smile as she drew his hand back to her mouth and returned the favor.

Cedric released a slow sigh, his golden brown locks spilling handsomely over his ocean eyes as he blinked lovingly down with defeat. Letting him go with upset, the girl turned, her back pressed against Cedric’s large front as she took position in line of Draco’s sight. The pale figure of Draco Malfoy held an aura similar to that of a black stormcloud around him. His mouth had curled down with distaste at whatever he’d just witnessed, and his eyes narrowed in frustratingly silent communication at the girl. Clearing her throat and tucking a book beneath her arm, the girl stepped confidently towards her target, her black skirt swinging confidently at her hips as she took her place across from the Slytherin. Beside her, Cedric begrudgingly partnered up with Pansy Parkinson, his narrow eyes attentive to the two as he took his place across the dungeon.

The girl threw her book against the table with a slam, throwing its crisp pages open coolly.

“Shall I start, or shall you?” she said to the pages beneath her nose.

“Hm,” Draco’s throat rumbled. “And hello to you too.”

Her eyes flickered up. The boy before her wore a smug half-smile on his pink lips.

“Hello,” she responded mechanically. “Pass me the Shrivelfig.”

Draco’s long and ring-clas fingers moved slowly, his eyes ever-present on hers as he slid their first ingredients across the faded wooden table. The girl paid him no mind as she began slicing and grinding their materials on her own, her tongue firm against her teeth as she forced a slow breath through her nostrils. Draco eyed her all the while, his cogs turning.

“Porcupine quills,” she commanded.

She could feel his gaze burning through her as he handed over the next ingredients. The girl’s eyes flashed quickly across the room to Cedric, who was peering out of the corner of his eye at the two of them. Swallowing, the girl's fingers began to tremble. Draco took note, his sharp focus catching the scene before him.

“Why wouldn’t you let your little boyfriend have a go with me?” he asked after a minute of further silence.

Her head shot up, hand dropping as she placed both palms flat against the table before her.

“You too oughtn’t start a row in the classroom,” she spoke her prepared reply formally.

The corners of Draco’s mouth twitched.

“Shall I wait til’ after, then?” he shot back cleverly.

Her teeth came together.

“Draco!” she hissed loudly.

Drawing the attention of a few turning heads, the girl went beet red. Nodding awkwardly with a forced smile, she tugged her long strands of hair back behind her ears and composed herself as she prepared her next attempt at conversing.

“Draco,” she said again, gently this time.

He just smiled. And he smiled with his lips still shut in sly knowing, making her grow all the more furious. This was internal, of course.

“Draco, you really should leave him alone.”

“Oh believe me, I would love to,” the blond scoffed sheepishly, standing. “But it really does seem that he wants to have a word. And who would I be to stop him?”

The girl felt her cheeks flare as Draco began his nonchalant stride over to her side of the table. Ignoring him, and making an attempt to play casual, the girl retrieved their stirring utensil. And, with timid hands, she began to stir the funny-looking fluid beneath them in a clockwise manner.

“Anti-clockwise,” came a smug voice from beside her.

As if it was nothing, she felt the cool movement of the boy behind her. The typical smell of mint and the dark aroma he sported came charging at her lungs, making her head flood further as Draco slinked an arm around her side and plucked the utensil from her fingers before nudging her right out of the way with a bump of his elbows to hers. Stepping aside with a sharp exhale, the girl folded her arms, eyes fixated on the pot before her as the Slytherin stirred their ingredients four times, counter-clockwise.

“Draco,” she tried again calmly, speaking to the fluid under her nose, “I need you to promise me something.

The stirring stopped. Draco let the thing fall from his long white fingers with a blinding flash of his teeth, the boy turning casually to his side as he folded those long arms over the ripples of his black robes, mirroring his subject of interest. At last, the girl met his ferocious ice colored eyes.

“And what might that be?” he asked innocently.

She grimaced, still facing forward as her eyes moved quickly to the big ocean ones that peered at her from across the room. Feeling her stomach lurch, she took her bottom lip between her teeth with a drawn sigh.

“Don’t tell Cedric about the other nig--”

She’d barely gotten a word out before Draco, anticipating her response, interjected.

“Why not?”

Now she turned, facing him.

Blinking desperately at him through her long lashes, she watched the boy’s sickly deviant gaze soften.

“Please,” she uttered quietly.

His jaw pulsed, his hollow cheekbones growing hollower as he sucked a breath between his teeth. He looked torn between choosing pettiness, or letting his soft spot for the girl get the better of his cheek.

He asked the question again, tenderly this time, “why?”

“He already doesn’t like--” she paused, shaking her head and waving her hand in indication at the boy, “--this. Us.”

“Us?” Draco echoed back, the word sounding strange on his lips.

“Yes, us.”

She sighed shortly, lashes fluttering as the two just stared in silence at each other. Draco’s slender form towered over her, the boy restraining himself from edging closer with a dart of his eyes up and above the girl’s head. Moving his large hands to the folds of his pockets, he hummed with soft contemplation.

“Well I don’t like him either,” he decided after a moment.

She almost laughed. What a stupid reply, she thought, fighting the curl of her lips.

“If he finds out,” she phrased carefully, adding, “even if it was nothing--”

“Mm, mhm,” the icy figure nodded casually.

“He’ll be,” she sucked her tongue back, “furious.”

“Oh I suspect so,” Draco swung his hips forward with an infuriating little smile.

“And I’ll never be able to see you again,” she finished.

The attitude vanished from the boy’s visage at once, his face falling.

“Oh,” he spoke.

“Right,” she replied slowly, mirroring the boy with a move of her hands to her pockets.

She looked at the deathly handsome Slytherin, awaiting his reply. But, his mind overflowing, he never did. Rather, he turned back to their pot, looking dejected. Silent in thought, his nimble fingers plucked up their next ingredient, and he got back to work. Not knowing what else to say, the girl cleared her throat, doing her best not to stare too much as she scrutinized him. And so they went on like that, helping one another and working frighteningly in sync at their concoction. Approximately forty-five minutes later, a shimmering sunshine yellow fluid sat before them. From its top, a literal rainbow glow emerged, spilling like fog from the edges of the cauldron before sizzling out over a set of luminescent little pops. As usual, Professor Slughorn made his rounds through the students, inspecting their results one by one. Cedric and Pansy’s, he claimed, was very well done. But Y/N and Draco’s, he scoffed, was spectacular.

“Just brilliant, just brilliant!” he danced, pouring a vial of the fluid into a thin vial before his frog-face.

Giving a cheers to the class, the professor downed a serving of the potion right before them, making his students jitter excitedly.

“It’s all well,” he giggled, slamming a hand to the back of the two students before him in appreciation. “I haven’t any more classes today, there’s no harm in some singing, I suppose.”

The class laughed. Well, except for his proclaimed prodigies, who exchanged a terrified glance. Draco moved his eyes back and forth over the girl’s features, deep in thought. She felt her legs almost jelly at the sight. Anxious, she scanned the faces before hers, and landed on a familiar one. Cedric looked like he was unsure whether to be proud of his girl or devastated by the look of guilt she and her partner wore. Still, he clapped her on, giving her a nervous smile. Even that, she thought as she straightened, made her feel better.

“And so you see how--” Slughorn realized, bubbling, “two students such as these old foes, can-- can come together.”

The faces of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff students around them looked equally unimpressed.

“Very good dear girl,” he finished with a beam. “You too, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco nodded, and the class was dismissed. As the girl made to run, scrambling as she picked up her things, a hand stopped her. Grabbing her frayed and dustied book, Draco’s long white fingers snatched the object out from under her, making her huff. His silver rings glittered beautifully into her face.

“What?” she snapped, not even bothering to feign niceties at this point.

“Not seeing me again,” he said quietly, plucking up the line from which they’d left off.

“Yes?” she said with uncertainty, her heart quickening as Cedric approached the two.

“You say it’s my punishment,” he phrased matter-of-factly. “You say it like it would be me who suffers that consequence, and me alone.”

The girl went still. Her mind fired hot shocks of panic down to her heart. Then her heart came to an abrupt halt, her throat growing hard in turn. The boy read her expression easily, his next words deathly quiet.

“But you fear it too,” he finished.

Dumbfounded, the girl found herself unable to breathe. Looking unsurprised, but confident with his choice of words, the snow-white boy leaned closer, if only for a second. He forced the book between her hands, making the girl gasp sharply as her lashes fluttered up into his dead-set crystalline gaze. She instinctively took a faltered step back, her brows knitting as cement seemingly poured down and through her throat. Muttering softly as he drifted away, Draco Malfoy now spoke vaguely to her mouth.

“Not just me,” he breathed. “You.”

She stared.

“You fear it as well,” he murmured.

. . .

Two more weeks passed after that. Two weeks in which the weather assumed its frosty autumn bite, and during which time Y/N found it increasingly more difficult to manage the entanglement of lies and meetings which she’d spun between herself, Cedric, Draco, and even Harry. It was Harry who was perhaps the most suspicious. Upon discovering his plan had worked and she’d gained the Slytherin’s trust, she’d had to satisfy his need for Voldemort-related answers with something of a shrug and a “it’s not like I can just ask him to roll up his sleeves.” Promising she’d dig deeper, the girl had continued to meet Draco Malfoy a few times in secret, only there was no sleuthing involved. Rather, they talked. They talked and grew closer. Every few days they’d meet at the Astronomy Tower, which was increasingly hard to get a spot alone at. Finally, come October, it was time for the students’ trip to Hogsmeade. The girl wore a knit black sweater with a striped pair of pants and the typical boot, her hair cascading down freely on that day. Cedric, conversely, wore a striped sweater and black pants, almost unintentionally mirroring the girl. Alongside their friends Julian, Ernie, and Hannah, they visited Zonkos, Honeydukes, and Dogweed and Deathcap. Finally, the two alone headed to the Three Broomsticks, losing their friends to J. Pippin's Potions on the way.

“Thank God,” the girl breathed, stepping into the establishment.

It was toasty and warm inside. The sloped ceilings glimmered with rings of candlelight, and it smelled deliciously of something roasted. The sounds of chairs scuffing against the gray floors, silverware clattering, and happy chattering sounded from all around. Cedric released his girlfriend’s hand with a content sigh.

“I’ll grab us both a hot butterbeer?” he asked excitedly.

“Sure, thanks Ced,” she beamed.

“Wonderful, pick somewhere out for us?”

The boy bent forward, his chestnut hair flopping over his forehead as he knelt down to drop a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. Y/N felt her skin flush with rose, a smile spreading wide on her lips as she watched the boy slink off with a grin. Scanning the place, she eventually noticed a free table up on the second floor, across from the big bar Cedric stood at. Making her way hastily through the bustle, the girl thudded her path towards the stairs, stopping only when her nose came in contact with the front of a crisp black dress-shirt whose scent she recognized at once.

“Ouch, Draco!” she rubbed her face with a scowl, tilting her face up to get a look at him.

His sharp jaw was tilted down so as to scowl back better at her.

“You’ll never learn to watch where you’re going, will you?” he observed.

But his voice was quiet, and tired. Like he didn’t have the energy to be either funny or bitter with her. Instead, his eyes looked drained and tired, his skin somehow even paler than paper, and his lips hung down into a creased line of worry. Noticing her staring, the boy cleared his throat with a flicker of his ice colored eyes over her shoulder.

“You’d better be going,” he muttered. “Don’t want to be seen hanging round’ with me in front of all these people.”

She stiffened, feeling her heart sink at his words. The girl was unsure of whether she should be more upset with his statement or the fact that it was an evident lie to get her off of his trail, whatever that was.

“Oh, okay,” she mumbled unsurely, not moving.

That searing gaze penetrated her still, the boy unmoving as well.

“Draco, is everything alright?” she worded under her breath.

His eyes grew sad, contradicting the stiff nod he gave her.

“Your boyfriend is coming,” he answered in reply, his shoulders straightening.

The girl turned, and sure enough he was right. There was Cedric, navigating through the crowd with two drinks and a rapidly fading smile. His ocean stare fixated first above her head, and then back to her eyes. Turning once more, the girl watched confusedly as Draco slipped off wordlessly away, melting like a black fog into the sea of people.

“Hello.”

The girl snapped back around to Cedric.

“Hi.”

He raised an inquisitive brow, saying nothing.

“Erm,” she fumbled, suddenly at a loss for words.

Luckily, Cedric finished the thought for her.

“He looked rather grim, didn’t he?” he pondered aloud, handing her a drink.

The girl wrapped her hands gratefully around the beverage, taking a sip. The foamy froth hit her tongue first. It was sweet and fluffy like white clouds on her lips. And then the butterbeer. It was like pure delight was seeping into her system, warming her up and making her skin tingle. Cedric mimicked her as he slinked an arm through her side and around her waist, his arm so large it wrapped around to the front of her torso. The girl nuzzled silently against him as he guided her up the stairs, the smell of aftershave and parchment thick on his sweater.

“D’you remember what you told me, about how you thought Malfoy was a death eater?” he asked as the two assumed their seating positions upstairs.

The girl swallowed quickly, feeling the butterbeer struggle against her throat as she covered her mouth with a cough.

“Yes,” she responded flatly, her eyes itching to look at the scratched up table before her.

Cedric’s big blue-green eyes narrowed in observation.

“Well,” he started, “I think you’re right.

She tensed, “why?”

“What you said before makes sense,” he defended, “and the bloke has looked rather down, like he’s carrying the weight of the world on those stupid padded shoulders.”

The girl took a tentative sip of her drink, a nervous smile perching on her mouth as she leaned forward.

“Is this just because you don’t like him?” she joked lightly.

Cedric brushed her off sheepishly, “do you not think he is?”

She faltered, unsure of how to respond.

“I don’t know what to think,” she lied passively, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

Cedric read her every movement, his eyes narrowing with a sort of knowing.

“Is that just because you do like him?”

Her heart stopped. Her brain drew an utter blank. Honestly, she’d never seen those words coming. Struggling, the girl stammered and leaned back, her long lashes fluttering.

“Ced--” she began. “Look, no. I mean, not really. It’s not like that.”

The boy tensed, swallowing the hard lump in his throat as he knitted his brows together and shoved a large hand through his brown hair, like her flustered reply had worried him more than he’d anticipated.

“Well, what is it like?” he responded after a moment.

The girl felt her eyes well. He looked so taken aback, so struck. She needed to assure him, but she couldn’t do so as long as she kept up this lie. This lie, whatever it was. That her and Draco were, well, something like… friends. Friends. Even the thought sounded odd in her head. Anyways, she debated silently with herself, she couldn’t do it anymore.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said through an extended sigh, her jaw quivering with nervousness, “about Draco and I.”

The door swung open from downstairs with a massive slam, startling her. The occupants of the establishment all jumped in surprise at the sight of Horace Slughorn in the doorway, the frog-like man paled with worry as a flurry of brown autumn leaves whirled around behind him.

“Get back to the castle!” he ordered.

For a moment, nobody moved.

“A student has been hurt!” he ordered seriously. “UP! NOW!”

. . .

Things only grew worse after that. On their walk back to the castle, the two moved swiftly, rounding up any students they could. Guiding a crowd of Hufflepuffs behind them, the prefects moved in deathly silence besides one another, their conversation put on an abrupt hold. Cedric said absolutely nothing the whole way back to the Common Room, and so neither had she. After leaving their housemates for a Prefect’s Meeting assembled by Professor Mcgonagall, they’d learned the victim of the recent tragedy: Katie Bell. Apparently she’d been carrying a cursed necklace in a parcel back to Hogwarts, only she’d touched it through her glove and just barely survived it herself. And she has no recollection of what had happened, according to the Professor. As she spoke, the girl turned silently to stare at Cedric. His face had gone unnaturally pale, and his jaw was beginning to visibly shake. Her heart rate rising, the girl fixated her eyes on the boy as she extended a cautious hand to his. Her fingers trembled with nervousness as they tapped his slender ones. And then he stopped. His breath slowing, Cedric, with eyes still forward, closed his long fingers around the girl’s hand.

“I’m going to find Draco,” he’d said the moment they got out.

From down the hallway, the girl could see the backside of the suit-clad Slytherin Prefect, Cedric catching it too and turning briskly in his direction. The boy skimmed easily through the open corridor and its frames that cast triangular flares of moonlight onto the cobblestone ground beneath it.

“Ced?! Hey-- oi! Ced!” the girl barked in quiet confusion.

Cedric was displeased as he continued to walk, ignoring his girlfriend with determination setting deeply into his distressed expression. The moon sent ominous sorts of shadows over his knitted brows as he practically flew.

“CED!” she demanded, grabbing at his hand.

He stopped, fuming as he moved his big blue-green eyes down to hers. It was so bad that she swore she could see the cartoon smoke billowing from his nose. And in her haste to call him, the girl had drawn the attention of the nearby Draco Malfoy, who stopped slowly in his tracks to listen.

“What?!” she hissed through her teeth, her little hands struggling to hold his hesitant wrist to her chest. “What are you doing?!”

“He did it,” Cedric fired back, deathly quiet.

“He-- what?!” the girl blinked confusedly back.

“He. Did. It.”

“Ced--” she tried urgently.

“Didn’t you?” he interrupted, turning his beautifully pointed nose to the boy before them.

Draco Malfoy’s slender form turned around excruciatingly slowly, a hard and cold smile plastered to his cruel lips. The boy had both hands folded neatly into the pockets of his black suit, and he raised a pale brow with a light chuckle.

“What are you assuming, Diggory?” he murmured through a slow and innocent blink.

“That you gave that necklace to Katie,” Cedric said back promptly. “Didn’t you?”

Flabbergasted, the girl’s mouth fell open. Her hands dropped from Cedric’s wrist as she forced them instead into the pockets of her pants with a stiff sigh of disbelief. Surely it couldn’t be true, could it?

But Malfoy barely reacted, save for an amused twitch of his brow.

“Careful what you go around saying,” his voice dropped dangerously in warning.

“I saw you in the Three Broomsticks earlier,” Cedric ignored him calmly.

“Alright,” the pale boy shrugged, the light from the moon sending a threatening cast of his silhouette down by his feet.

“You left right after Katie did,” Cedric said. “I saw her go.”

Draco stiffened, ever so lightly.

“That doesn’t mean anyth--” he started.

“Katie was cursed by that necklace only about five minutes later,” Cedic completed his thought, silencing the Slytherin.

Draco’s raised brows lowered observantly with dislike, his lips twisting like he had something sour stuck in his mouth. He looked as if he may explode, for a moment. But only for a moment. And then, calmly, his face relaxed.

“I didn’t do anything,” he assured, his cerulean eyes flickering briefly to Y/N’s.

It was almost believable.

Her hands trembled in their pockets, and she held his gaze, feeling her stomach fall at the sight. But, fuck. He was lying. She could just barely read it through the facade, but there it was, the ever so slight quiver of his lower lip, something she’d only learned to be his tell through a month of careful study. Draco, reading her every thought effortlessly, clenched his teeth together, the grip so tight it made his jaw pulsate. His defined nostrils flared, and he brought his tongue briefly to the roof of his mouth so as to hold it hostage in place whilst he thought. At first he looked as if he’d snap back with something clever, but then, his face falling, he thought. She could see the cogs turning as he reflected back on their deal. That he would behave so long as it meant seeing Y/N.

Clicking his tongue, he sighed, “goodnight, you two.”

Cedric was not satisfied by this answer at all. His brows lifting, the boy followed briskly after the nonchalant Slytherin, who once again, came to a slow halt in his tracks. Then he stopped. The girl, extremely overwhelmed, skipped forward.

“Look at me,” Cedric demanded, “now.”

She froze. She looked at him. His face was hard, his lips were curled with fury, and a dark sweat had built against his forehead. The bronzed boy looked absolutely furious as he shot up a hand, pointing his wand in warning against the back of the boy’s suit. And his voice, it was so new. It was so low and threatening that she even found herself growing afraid at the sound.

“Cedric!”

Tensing, Draco sucked in a slow breath, his hands up in defense as he turned cautiously around to face Cedric, who stood just a bit taller over him. The blond boy’s icy stare moved to Y/N’s, and she could see them visibly struggling to maintain control, a silent battle occurring in the iris’ of Draco Malfoy.

“Admit it,” Cedric snarled through his perfect teeth.

His gaze was wavering now, the rage seeping quickly into his sharp features.

“No,” he responded firmly.

Cedric raised his wand to the boy’s sloped nose, like it was nothing.

“Ced!” she pleaded again, to no avail.

Moving his eyes slowly back to the girl’s, Draco's face fell. She could read the exact moment he’d tossed his composure aside. His eyes narrowed, darkening as he spoke his next words to the girl.

“I was only in there because I was trying to get a look at your girlfriend.”

Lie. It was a lie. She could tell he was lying. But that didn’t matter, because that wasn’t the point. No, the point was to fuel Cedric’s flames, and it had worked.

“What?” Cedric challenged, his voice barely audible.

“Cedric, please,” the girl tugged gently at his arm now, feeling her eyes grow wet with moisture.

It couldn’t happen like this. It couldn’t be happening like this.

He ignored her.

“Draco--” she tried

But it was as if she weren’t even there.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Draco shrugged, his voice growing thick with bitterness now as his lips twitched upwards into a sick grin. “Hasn’t she told you?” he continued to the stricken boy, feigning mock shock.

“Told me what?” Cedric said hoarsely, his breath short as he refused to look down at his girlfriend beside him.

“That she’s been sneaking round’ to see me?” he shook his head innocently. “That she came drunk and bustling into my arms after you so brutally dissatisfied her the other week? You know, the day of the quidditch match?”

Cedric tensed. He’d gone shockingly still now, the breath barely coming from his pink lips. The girl, meanwhile, had shut down completely. This simply could not be going worse. Not only had she been blinded by the charm of Draco Malfoy, but she’d been foolish enough to trust in it, and to hide it like a shameful secret from the one person whom she cared for most. And now she watched as he, Cedric, held it barely together before her. The starlight alone revealed in the reflection of the orb-like glaze over his eyes that he was on the verge of tears.

“What?” Cedric winced, lowering his wand at once.

But he wasn’t talking to Draco now. Rather, his gaze was fixated beneath his nose, to the girl who had swung in front of his torso with a touch of her palms to his chest. Her breath rattled as she blinked through bleary tears up at him.

“Cedric,” her voice quivered. “Ced, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please I-- I was going to tell you earlier.”

“Earlier?” his voice faltered, his nostrils flaring as he grew hesitant beneath her touch. “Earlier. Not earlier, like last week, or the week before? Not earlier like right after you did it?”

“Nothing really happened--” she tried.

This made both boys grow visibly tense. Behind her, Draco turned his jaw aside with a hurt chuckle. Before her, Cedric shook his brown locks disbelievingly.

“If that was true,” he said quietly, “why wouldn’t you have told me?”

The girl felt her throat close as she stammered in silent reply.

Cedric’s eyes doubled in size, a single tear hitting his curved cheekbones as he pulled from her touch with a mortified flutter of his eyelashes.

“Right,” he said at once, his face hardening. “That’s what I thought.”

And he drew slowly away. Panicking, the girl began to follow, but he shook his head, his lips plastered tightly to one another now. He had nothing left to say to her. Feeling the knot in her chest pull so tightly that it reached her throat and caused her to release a sharp gasp, Y/N turned. She turned and she listened to Cedric walk away from her. Then, she had one hand to her opened mouth as a mangled gasp of pain hit her lips. A silent and strangled sob burst forth, and she snapped furiously to the snow-white boy who had frozen in place before her. He looked guilty already. Guilty, but with fumes still running from his nose and mouth.

“How could you?!” she said through a quivering breath.

Draco’s icy eyes softened, his shoulders relaxing, “Y/N. He should know.”

“Did you do it?” she cut him off, her voice shaking as she pleaded gently before him. “Tell me he’s wrong. Tell me you didn’t.”

If there was this, at least, maybe it meant there was a shred of a salvageable human in the cold figure before her. Draco’s mouth came apart, his head tilting as the verdict of her question read simply across his features.

“I had no choice--” he tried softly.

“GOD!” she screamed.

It had been so hoarse and so loud that her throat burned, but she paid the sting of it no mind. Instead her hands came flying up, and she thudded them against Draco’s definite front, making him stumble back in surprise, his chest heaving and brows lifting. He looked devastated, his head shaking as he muttered a quiet plea.

“I trusted you!” she said, the words coming out as a half-statement-half-sob.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, the light from the sky making them look like little falling stars as they ran down her face and upon her unsteady lips. She hit him again, thudding her fists defeatedly to his chest as she dropped her hands with a shaky cry.

“I trusted you,” she uttered again, more softly this time. “You were my friend.”

The boy’s eyes were turning red as he held back a wall of emotion behind their blue-ness. He scoffed defeatedly, running his ring-clad fingers over his mouth with a pained laugh.

“Right,” his chest heaved as he bit his lip frustratedly, “right.”

The girl, sucking in a deep breath, stood straighter. Her head came forward as she hung it before him, blinking desperately up into his gorgeous stare. She folded her arms against herself in the cold, her hair cascading around her halo face as she awaited his words with a splatter of a tear to the bridge of her nose. Draco looked as if he’d wanted to collect it, but upon meeting her eyes again, thought twice. And he shook his head. His gorgeous blond hair fell messily from its sculpt over his eyes, the sallow boy locking his jaw closed with a horrible and wounded chuckle.

“Right,” he said again, shaking his head now.

The girl felt her breath cut short as the boy stared determinedly at her mouth now, his throat tightening as he forced his eyes back to hers. She was shaking, and her words struggled to leave her. The wind, biting nimbly at her face, had sent a pink flush to her cheeks and nose. And the tears, like diamonds upon her visage, made her twinkle with an ethereal presence in the dark. From between her twitching lips came a slow stream of cool silver air.

“What?” she tried at last.

Draco shook his head, making his mind up now as he moved his focus between her eyes and back down to her mouth.

“Right,” he began again. “Except I don’t want to be your friend.”

She felt the cold of his rings clasp to her wrist, and he was pulling her in before she could stop him. The Slytherin yanked the Hufflepuff forward, and she stumbled on her toes and into the welcoming and familiar minty-dark aroma that enshrouded her. Only, having anticipated her movement, Draco ensured that the girl would no longer meet her nose to his chest. No, he’d stooped down into her this time, his other hand flying to grasp her cheek as the cold of his rings met her skin again. He’d caught her in midair, the movement so swift and effortless that her lips had simply had no choice but to fall into his as the boy’s slender fingers moved to her ear, through her hair, and pulled her flush against him. Any noise she had tried to make was lost, silenced as he devoured it. And as the force of it brought them stumbling back into the shadows, Draco Malfoy tried to make the girl his own.

[sugakuns]

[ʜᴄ] 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

[2ᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ] electric love challenge with kenma, tsukki and sugawara

— 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗸.

you’ve basically been friends your whole life,, starting since the day you two were paired together in primary school

you two are stuck together, glued to the hip and probably know too much about each other

sugawara’s has never had a girlfriend, not while you’ve been around, so you know for a fact your best friend is a free man

so it’s all good to try this challenge on him!

you decided to do it while you were chilling at his house, a bit before you go home so if it’s ends up bad you can just leave lmao

once the music starts, suga literally feels his heart drop because he’s been religiously watching these videos in the hopes that he’ll manifest it for himself 💀💀

you’re about to lean in and press a kiss against his lips, but he’s squicker to grab your face and do it himself

he’s smiling as he pulls away, his eyes wide in excitement as he ignores the burning feeling dancing across his cheeks

you’re just there like 👁👄👁 cuz,, you didn’t think he’d just manhandle your fkn face

uh anyways he literally just spouts “WANNA GO OUT” and he’s sat there looking like a puppy omg 🥺🥺

you say yes cuz ur not dumb 🥰

— 𝗸𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝗸.

kenma is on weeb and gamer tiktok

like funny highlight reels or impressive gameplay clips

or it’s just anime audios and stuff (neko girl cosplays)

so he wasn’t aware of this challenge, nor had he ever even heard the song

tbh he thought you were gonna make a shitty dance video while you were studying next to him

you’re both sat at the back of a secluded library so you weren’t that scared to have your sound on (albeit still low)

you did a peace sign and he smiles softly as he watched you through the screen, not expecting you to promptly tap him on the shoulder and bring him in for a kiss

he didn’t even kiss u back he was just sat there like 😳

“uh” KENAMNAIS

you’re all shy now and a bit sad cuz kuroo told you that kenma keeps confessing his love to u at him

bruh kenma just quietly goes “can we kiss again”

BAIWBOWNEP

he’s all shy and blushy but now he’s happy because this is an indicator that you like him back (u better )

y’all end up kissing again and it almost develops in a make out session if it weren’t for one of the library ladies dropping a book on the floor while she was restocking 💀

— 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸.

tsukishima has no part in straight tiktok

frog and alt tiktok is his forté

so when u whipped out that phone and started recording he was like 🤨

lmao he rolled his eyes and went back to studying but u literally snapped his neck trying to kiss him

a bone cracked so the kiss was messy as he tried to pull away 💀💀

“yo wtf” - tsukki

you, committing a murder : “yuh❤️”

TSUKKI JUST GLARES AT U BYE 💔

he literally is doing the incel mouth thing and is like “why did u kiss me”

uh 😐 “cause i like u”

tell me why that didn’t register is his smartass brain

mama just goes “okay”

uh literally u just pack up and leave thinking you’ve ruined your friendship but lo and behold he’s at your doorsteps

he looks yams what happened and yams dragged him to ur house 

he looks so guilty LMAO

it’s like he’s reading a script 💀 he apologises for just letting u leave

“..i like you too ig” 😐

yamaguchi is secretly crying in the bg

[written-by-baudelaire]

3, 6, and 7

- richard

hi @new-neanias , thank you for the ask :) (and the list in general <3)

3. what do you like to collect, if anything?

When I was younger, I used to collect sticks. I still have one of them from when I was seven years old. I called it a walking stick, it was literally just a big stick that was taller than I was at the time (it no longer is, long live the walking stick). I thought it was the coolest thing and I had it displayed on the wall above the door in the garage.

Now I just collect crystals and rocks! Not as cool as Gandalf’s magical walking stick I found on the floor of some forest, but they’re still cool. My favorite is rose quartz because 1. it’s pink and 2. it’s the crystal of love <3

6. do you tend to have "favorite things"? list some if so

My favorite thing is listening to music. It’s a simple pleasure but music is just so nice. It doesn’t matter what song it is, the beautiful chords of any song will make me happy. Or sad. That’s the funny think about music! It can be all sorts of music displaying different emotions and us humans will just listen to it. Music is a wonderful way to express emotions and share it with everybody and I just love it ??? so much ???

Another thing I like to do is organize my desk/dresser/room even if it’s already spotless. I think of it as stress relief. Lord knows I need a lot of that.

7. how many blankets and pillows do you sleep with?

Three pillows under my head, one next to me, and one to hold! and then my frog stuffed animal!! his name is harold but he goes by harry <3

As for blankets, i have one i sleep with but it usually gets kicked off during my sleep!

[what-if-nct]

That anon got me laughing so hard at my English class- the way they were like “you gonna play with my fear, imma show you how it feels” I could understand exactly why they would do that to him! Although I’ll feel bad since he’s really afraid of frogs (which reminded me of that clip I saw of him panicking) but I mean… he kinda deserved it (obviously not in that episode, I meant in this scenario — pretty sure everyone knows already)

Bet he’d be scared of the LGBTQ+ community since the most of them really loves frogs and finds them cute. He probably does, but not in person. I could understand since I’m afraid of rats, hamsters and anything similar to that. I’m especially scared of squirrels meaning that I’d probably pee my pants if I see Han Jisung-

No I’m kidding he’s the only squirrel I trust, but something about these creatures makes me feel hella uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not scared of Sandy from SpongeBob or any cartoon squirrels, this only applies to if I ever see one in person. This is because when I was younger back in South Korea (about 4 years old), I used to play with my cousins at a shed since they used to live near the countryside. There was one boy that was 8, another one who was 6 and the only girl that was 3. We all basically looked after her so if she was to cry we would literally climb up a tree to give her an apple to eat or help her get her stuff from there since they had a neighbour bully who liked to ruin the fun for everyone. Btw he was about 8/9 but we’re not going to talk about him for this story (unless if you’re interested let me know)

So at the shed, we were playing hide and seek when we heard the girl crying. We followed the sound until we found her looking traumatised. She was screaming “rat” in Korean but since I didn’t speak it, the eldest boy (the 8 year old one) tried to translate it for me but by the time he finally found the word, I already saw it. So him and the second eldest (the 6 year old one) both tried to catch it and when they did instead of killing it they decided to keep it and named him “Kwan.” We kept the creature at the eldest boy’s room and we gave him food, water and even some toys to play with. In the background, the girl wasn’t happy we didn’t kill it so she ended up snitching behind our backs.

That night, the father told us to hand him the rat and we did just that and what happened next really traumatised me because he gave it to the family dog and he basically killed Kwan. I remember crying about it for days with my cousins whilst singing songs that reminded us of him. Although the eldest recovered much better than us, I was left scarred remembering the blood that was all over the floor that day. Mice and squirrels are very similar animals since the father would say that the dog would kill any animal that would come to the house.

And… yeah. Hopefully Hendery doesn’t bring a random rat to my face or I’d definitely put a frog on his face and see his weak ass trying to climb away from the scene.

I remember how scared he was during their show in China and he couldn't even do the whole obstacle. And even though Lucas was also scared he still protected Hendery who was the most scared. So in that case it was not deserved poor boy. But if he does use others phobias against them then honey, you deserve it, though I couldn't I'd still feel bad. But my goodness, that is so traumatizing. Like he couldn't of just drove you guys to the park and released it. Like you got emotionally attached to the little guy and watched it get murdered. That's so traumatizing for a kid. Completely understandable to fear other rodent like creatures. Like what the heck. Me and my sister always had hamsters but my sister killed one by dropping it and I told her now the hamster is going to haunt you in your sleep I was 7 and she was 6 so she believed me but was not too scared. Then we had a family of hamsters in a giant fish tank, honestly if it was just one hamster in a huge fish tank that would actually be perfect hamster care but this was the 00s we didn't know they couldn't live together. But my sister poured water in the tank and drowned them. She didn't want to see them swim she wanted to drown them. She also said she killed our mom's dog by pouring bleach in the water. Then we both had to see a therapist. I wasn't traumatized by the hamsters but I am slightly scared of my sister.

[katerinabythesea95]

She is

(Vincent Sinclair house of wax) Pt 1

Inspired by this song

You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself even tighter as you walk down the eerie solitary rode. You had just gotten into a car accident, you accidentally fell asleep for a few seconds and crashed into a tree in the middle of nowhere. You had cuts and bruises, but none of them were super serious, even though Your body was terribly sore. "Caramba, hace un clase frío aquí" (cripes, it's pretty cold around here)you say to yourself, Your teeth starting to chatter. You're only in a casual dress that was way too light for the cold night. Well, at least it's a full moon tonight, or you'd be blind as a naked mole rat. You think to yourself, looking up at the silver disk that somehow casts a soft, bluish brightness across the marsh landscape. It helps calm you a bit, since you've always loved nights like these.The road itself is weathered and cracked; and as you move on, you notice the potholes here and there. There's thick forest on both sides, and you wearily try to keep a look out for anything that might indicate danger. At the moment, though, all you can hear are the calming sounds of the invisible frogs and crickets, and if only you knew where you were and hadn't just gone through one of the scariest moments in your life, you would be enjoying this beautiful scenery.

You trip all of a sudden on a rock, sending you sprawling painfully on the now wet ground. Luckily, the area you land on has some mud and grass, inches away from bigger jagged rocks and broken road that would have most indeed ended your life had you hit your head on them. You groan as you shakily get up and slowly stretch out your body to make sure you're in one piece. You're now soaking wet, with even more injuries. You taste metal in your mouth and spit out some blood.

Nice. This is just peachy. You sigh, wincing as a sudden pain hits your ribs and legs as you move. You look up and see that there's a faint glow that wasn't from the moon coming from behind a few trees up ahead, and you hear sounds of cars in the distance. People! Finally, something good is happening. You EXTREMELY carefully cross the treacherous washout and see two signs, you limp closer to one of them and it says

COME SEE TRUDY'S FAMOUS HOUSE OF WAX!

You walk over to the other one and it says AMBROSE pop: 352.

You look at the floor and see that there's a wire in the middle of them. Hmm that's weird. As if the washout wasn't deadly enough. You were going to move it, but decide against doing so. maybe it's holding up something important, and everyone already knows it's there so they won't be in danger of tripping over it. You thought. You step over it and keep walking into town. The lights of the buildings are on and you hear bantering coming from every direction, although oddly enough, theres nobody outside. You almost immediately see the before mentioned house of wax museum. You were in sort of an emergency, but you really like museums and you've never been to a wax one, so you go inside. Maybe someone there can help you. Put your hand on the wall at the entrance to steady yourself, and noice that it's literally made of Wax. How ironic is that?

You open the door and enter the brightly lit room. The green tinted windows give off a rather unsual glow to the room. But you think it looks Pretty cool. You see all the wax figures scattered around the room. You don't recognize any of the people, but it doesn't matter. They look so real. Like actual living people. Youve always had an eye for good art and details and, you stare in awe at the way the sculptor of these figures had captured those small imperfections that make humans the way they are. You want to touch the surface, but you don't want to ruin it, so you turn your attention to the front desk. You wonder where the manager was. As you approach the counter, you see newspaper articles they were all about Trudy and the museum. You learn her last name is Sinclair, and her husband was a doctor, named Victor.

There's an article talking about them expecting their first kid, and you smile at Trudy's beaming face and chuckle a bit at Victor's frown. He looked like some kids do when they realize that a new baby is going to take their spotlight away. Like your big sister had looked in a picture of the day she and you first met at the hospital for the first time. Your brother had been happy, smiling widely like a Cheshire cat. You move around the room and see a painting of a beautiful field of flowers. You look for the artists' signature and learn that his name is Vincent. "Oh, so Trudy must be Vincent's mom?" You say out loud. After a few minutes of marveling at the works of art, you turn around and walk over to the piano and press the keys, your eyes widened with joy as you realize it's a real piano. You don't know how to play per say, but you can play some simple tunes and you like making little songs up, even though you forget how they go almost instantly.

You settle down on the little bank and crack your fingers comically before starting your little playing session. The sounds of the keys help you forget about everything, you get lost in the music and you feel relative peace and you even forget about the pain in your body.

What you didn't know was that you weren't alone. Vincent Sinclair knew the moment that someone entered his museum. He made his way to his secret spying spot, and he had been watching you the whole time. He was intrigued by you, all battered up looking like a stray kitten, yet you seemed content and oblivious to your own delicate condition as you admired his and his momma's work. And when you started to play with the piano, he couldn't help but feel endeared and even more interested in you. He didn't want to scare you, but he wanted to get toknow and help you with your injuries. But how would he go about it? His twin brother Bo was the one who dealt with the pleasantry exchanges when people came into town. Vincent knew He had to get to you before Bo did, or you'd end up as one of his toys in his dungeon.

He leaves his spot, going through the tunnel to the front of the museum, so as not to suddenly appear and scare you off. He opens the door and walks in, and you hear his footsteps. You turn around and see the large long, dark haired man standing at the entry.

"Oh hello, I'm Y/N, are you Vincent?" You greet him, getting up from your seat and walking over to where he is. You realize that he has a wax mask on for some reason, and you knew immediately he must have had some kind of accident, and part of you feels sad for him. You hold out your hand for him to shake. It takes him by surprise that you seemed unfazed by his appearance. He thought the mask was better than his exposed face, but not by much.

He slowly nods and shakes your hand rather shyly. You chuckle sheepishly. "I guess I look like a zombie, I had a bit of a rough time getting over here tonight...do you think you can help me?" You ask. He nods again. Okay, follow me he signs and you tilt your head, confused for a brief moment before you understand that he's using sign language.

"Oh, you can't speak? You ask softly. He shakes his haid and grunts a bit.

"Oh, I really don't know much sign language, but Ill try to understand." You smile at him kindly. Shes so friendly, he thought as he gently puts his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the museum. He had an unfinished project in his workshop/room that would most definitely brake the illusion of normalcy he was so badly trying to keep going for as long as possible. So many people have come into town over the years, yet this was the very first time he ever actually saw someone as a person and not another unfinished project. And you haven't even really done or said much yet. It was your demanor; Vincent was very keen on people's personality type and right off the bat, he felt that you were gentle, good hearted and accepting of others.

But he was dead sure those traits would be forgotten as soon as you realize the horrifying reality of where you are and who you're with. He listened as you tell him how you got to this town in the first place. You'd been at a party that your best guy friend dragged you to only to get drunk and Try to make a move on you. You'd left, not really knowing exactly how to get back home, and you ended up taking a detour and accidentally crashed into a tree when you had inadvertently fallen asleep for a moment.

Vincent found himself getting angry when you told him that your best friend had attempted to take advantage of you. You two had just met, but he already knew he wanted to keep you. He wished there was a way for you to want to keep him.

Only time would tell….

[crescentsteel]

Keeping a Secret - Part 3

pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs genre: sexual tension/crack/fluff/slow burn warnings: lots of swear words, tsukki being a a closet softie wc: 7.3k (Ill just stop apologizing for this long chapter updates at this point)

[a/n]

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist uwu

AO3

Part 2 || Part 4 || masterlist

“Remind me again why are we here.” Tsukishima tells you as soon as he steps foot inside your room. 

He scans the room and immediately notices the mess that it is, particularly the top bunk of the bed which he doesn’t doubt must be your share of it.

On the wall on the left side of the room are posters of seascapes and sea animals of different varieties while the desk bolted under it are framed photos of Sendai Frogs. He recognizes them all;, one was taken from the first win of the team on the first year you joined as the manager. The second is a photo of the team at the gym with the new members that year, including Kyoutani who had just recently joined. The last one is a selfie of you on the bus doing a peace sign and winking at  the camera while everyone was sleeping.

He kinda feels bad for your roommate now. You’re practically hogging the whole room.

You put down your bag on the floor and shoot him a confused look. “To do our project?” 

When you told him to meet in your dorm, he agreed because he thought you meant the common area. After all, he had no reason to think you’d invite him to your room. You two may have disregarded the club incident, tucking it away as a sordid memory from a night of insanity, but that doesn’t mean it is forgotten. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case with you as you appear to genuinely find nothing wrong with the current situation. 

You seat yourself at your table, taking out your laptop and notes from the trip last time.

“Go sit, Tsukishima,” you say without even looking at him as you spread out your notes on the table’s surface as your laptop boots up. 

“We could’ve just done this in the library, or at least in the lobby,” he says as a matter-of-factly.

“True, but I also don’t see any problem with doing it here,” you answer passively, still occupied with arranging your papers. 

He was right. It really does not bother you at all. So, he shouldn’t be bothered with it either. This way, at least, no one would see you and him together. You’re a person he doesn’t want to be associated with hanging around with anyways. 

“Do you always invite your groupmates to your room?” He asks out of curiosity since it didn’t seem like anything for you to just invite him in, as if you didn’t care much about your privacy. 

“Hmm. Depends,” you answer. 

He takes out his own laptop, but still eyes you as he prods further. “On what?”

The curve of your lips tugs up slightly as you sit up straight and lift your gaze away from the notes you took out and finally turn your attention to him.

“I welcome those who won’t get handsy with me.”

“Even if you’re the one who’d get handsy with them?” he boldly counters.

You cock your head to the side with hints of amusement playing across your features, which vexes him. The question was supposed to tear your composure, not entertain you. 

“Alright, let’s get the fucking elephant out of the room since it bothers you so much,” you announce with levity. 

If you’re going to be honest, the kiss still finds its way to your mind sometimes. You just keep pushing it off so that you won’t get stressed out by it. What you find interesting is that he still keeps shoving that fact that you kissed him as if you wanted to do so.

Well, you literally did kiss him, but it’s not like you sought for it prior to the incident. 

It just … happened.

“I’ll come clean, good sir, if you’ll allow me,” you declare sarcastically before setting a more serious tone. “I admit it. It was one hell of a mistake to kiss you. But I didn’t mean to. As ridiculous as it sounds, I really didn’t. It was just one of those stupid, off-the-cuff things people do.” 

Your voice takes an accusatory note when you ask, “And why do you sound like I harassed you or something? Hmm? ‘Cause if I remember correctly.”

You cross your arms and look up, pretending to be deep in thought before facing him again with a fraudulent shock. “Oh right!” you exclaim exaggeratedly. “You kissed me back,” you add in almost a sing-song manner.

You put an elbow on the table and rest your cheek on your palm as you hold his glare with a snide grin. “How about that?” 

He continues shooting daggers at you but you don’t falter. Quite soon enough, he lets up and returns to the passive, apathetic face he usually wears, which signals your victory for the argument. “Like you said, it was one of those dumb on the spot whims.”

You nod agreeably. “Alright, great. Now that that has been established, let me reassure you. It’s never ever gonna happen again. Ever.”  

Your eyes are devoid of any humor while your words drip with firm resolve. Yet, he finds it off that you’re not asking him to do the same given that you both just agreed that you are equally accountable for that imprudent act. He is almost just as guilty. 

“Aren’t you going to ask the same from me?”

Your somber expression breaks into a humored one as a laugh rumbles from your throat. You shake your head in comical delight while you look at him. “No, I won’t. Actually...” you drift off as you scoot closer to him until you’re right beside him. “Give it your best shot.”

You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. Did you really just dare him to kiss you? Kiss those stupid lips and have a repeat of that appalling night? 

Should he?

He would do it just to erase the smug off your face, just to prove you wrong. But similar to that night, he can’t bring himself to do it. He hates the idea of instigating such a thing. 

Even more so now that he’s already had a taste of those lips. Those lips that felt too exquisite that it infuriated him. Those lips that took away his logical thinking. With you offering those lips to him so generously, you make him hate them even more. That pretty face and that playful smile of yours do nothing but add to his fury. 

“Can you get your face away from me?” 

You peek one eye open before bursting into laughter, making his displeasure towards you skyrocket. Why the fuck is he always your laughing stock?

“See? This is why I don’t mind you coming over, Tsukishima. I bet if I strip naked right now, you’d walk out in a heartbeat.”

His scowl deepens. The mental image of your unclad body is very much unwelcome and unappreciated. “Bring that up again and I really will leave,” he snaps. 

Even with your smile intact, your humored expression dissolves a bit and is replaced by a curious guise.

“You know, everyone likes me except you,” you say with no shred of diffidence.  

You really are full of yourself. You might be ‘likeable’ for a lot of people, but that doesn’t mean every single person you meet actually likes you. He’s certain there are people who you rub off the wrong way -- people like him. 

“Isn’t that a bit too conceited, even for you?”

You shrug your shoulders indifferently. “Maybe so. But you’re the only person who shoves your blatant dislike on my face.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it for the past three years,” he replies as he flips his laptop open and boots it up so he can turn his attention somewhere other than you. 

“I didn’t need to work with you like this for the past three years.”

He doesn’t know where you’re going with the conversation so he doesn’t respond anymore. He’s certain you know why he finds you a pain in the neck. You constantly get on his grill with every opportunity you get. Maybe if you didn’t, he could actually tolerate your topsy turvy persona. But it’s as if it’s your personal mission to aggravate him.

“I’m putting the deal I offered during the trip,” you announce.

“What deal?” he asks as he starts typing bullet points of what should be done today so he can go home already.

“Forget I’m the annoying manager when it’s just us two. And I won’t deliberately piss you off.”

He types the last bullet point before returning his attention on you. “Then what? I suddenly become nice to you?”

“Hell no! I’m not asking for a fucking miracle. It’s not like you’re ever nice to anybody. Geez!” you explain derisively. “I just want us to have a conversation where you’re not giving me death glares.”

You give him a smile, one that lacks your usual haughtiness. Still, he can’t tell if you’re being serious or if you’ll actually manage to hold the deal you’re proposing. Truth be told, he wants it. He can’t handle you being your usual if you two have to meet beyond training hours and, even worse, in private. 

If this keeps up, he might end up cursing this subject by the end of the semester, which would be a waste because likes this subject way too much for you to taint it with your idiocy.

“Deliver your end of the bargain. Then you’ll have mine.”

Your eyes twinkle with glee at his semi-approval. “We have a deal then.” 

You go back to where you’re seated a while ago and proceed to start discussing at hand.

--

With the start of the game season, training has become more intense. Coach Mira had the team work on the weak points she identified with the help of  the data you tallied from last season’s games.

“Kyoutani! Do not lower those arms just yet. Keep those elbows up when you block,” Coach yells at him, as Kogane spiked from the other side of the court.

She looks over at the other players practicing their jump serves. She furrows her brows at something. Following her line of sight, you see that it falls on Tsukishima. 

On his next serve, the ball spins ferociously but is of low height that it hits the middle of the night. 

“Y/n,” Coach calls out. She didn’t have to say anything else as she cocks her head to Tsukishima’s direction with a telling expression on her face. She’s asking you to handle him, and you know exactly why. 

Before he can toss the ball for another jump serve, you yell out merrily which you know will definitely catch his ears, “ Tsukki!! ” and jog to where he is. His blank expression turns into a scowl when you reach him. 

“Can you stop calling me that?”

“You’re so mean. Aren’t we close enough for me to call you ‘ Tsukki ’?.” You ask with a dramatic pout and exaggerated false woes that he visibly cringes after hearing it. 

He doesn’t respond to your pretentious act. “Why are you here?”

You instantly lose the cheeky act and get to what Coach Mira wants to let him know. You’re just going to twist the words a bit to his ‘liking.’ 

This is the problem you noticed with Tsukishima, one worse than his rotten way of interacting with the team. He can be incredibly unmotivated at times, and when he is, he only gives the bare minimum amount of effort. 

It’s the one thing you can say you truly dislike about him because he’s a professional athlete for crying out loud. It doesn’t matter if he’s unmotivated, uninspired, or doesn’t feel like trying. He should be disciplined enough to push himself to put as much work as he usually does when training.

“You’re not going to get those serves in with that half-assed attitude of yours,” you say sternly while you eye him with a threatening stare. 

His face scrunches in utter displeasure. He’s well aware that he’s not feeling his best today and he’d rather do blocking drills for the whole raining than do ten consecutive jump serves. 

“Since enthusiasm is the answer to everything else, why don’t you try it?” He bites back, which you obviously weren’t expecting. He’s always irritated when you point out his mistakes, but thus far he has always stayed silent. 

Maybe the amount of time you’re spending together outside the gymnasium has made him reach the limit of his patience… which isn’t even a lot to begin with.

“Are you serious?” you ask incredulously.

Of course he wasn’t. You might have some sort of experience with volleyball (although he doesn’t know to which extent), but jump serves are difficult. The coordination of the toss and the run up to hit it at the right angle is aggravatingly hard to pull off, especially for him since jump serves need tons of practice.

He detests the practice for it; he needs to run, jump, and swing his arm over and over. It is boring and tiring for him because it is purely based on physical prowess, compared to practicing blocking where he’s actually thinking. 

He thought you’d leave him alone when you stepped away. Instead, you come back with a ball in your hand. You dribble it off the floor with unbendable focus as if you’re trying to recall something.

“Are you serious?” he’s the one who asks this time. He was just fucking around. He didn’t expect you’d actually respond to his provocation.

“Yep,” you answer with your full concentration on the ball in your hand as you spin it vertically. Some of the players notice what you’re up to and briefly stop what they’re doing to watch.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You bat them open with burning determination before you toss the ball. 

Instead of watching the ball, he watches your form. There’s no trace of awkwardness in your movements, almost like you’ve done this frequently before. The three-step approach is nearly perfect as you propel yourself up to jump. 

The sharp sound of the ball hitting your hand causes the rest of the gym to look at you. The ball spins ferociously at a height he’s not sure is sufficient to get over the other side of the court. He wishes it won’t. That would be the second worst thing you could ever do to him, the first one being that certain occurrence he’d rather not think about again. 

You falter on your feet when you descend from your leap but you immediately look up to see if your serve makes it. Everyone else, including him, is on the edge as they watch whether the ball will get in or not.

It roughly scrapes the edge of the net, effectively thwarting its velocity. Still, it bounces off and lands inside the opposing court, causing the rest of the team to cheer you on as the ball hits the floor.

You seem to forget for a short while that you did it to spite him as your face beams with inexplicable joy while his contorts with ire. 

Even if the momentum of the ball was broken, you still managed to get it over - the one thing he hadn’t been able to do from his last eight attempts. Meanwhile, you did it on your first. 

You definitely had a lot of experience in high school. No beginner can manage to do a jump serve like that, even if it was flawed.

‘Shit,’ he silently curses when you face him with a cocky grin disguised as a pleasant one. 

“Who knew that my experience being an outside hitter and captain of my high school team would still be useful as your manager?” you ask as you slowly walk towards him.

He doesn’ expect that your knowledge about the sport came from first-hand experience. He thought you’re manager of another team previously or just a crazy volleyball enthusiast.

You pick up another ball and softly push it against his rib as you look up to him with contempt. “Don’t tell me I can do better than you,” you spur him on with squinted eyes.

He snatches the ball away from your hands and steps back from the serving line. He spins the ball one time and tosses it high. Instead of a three-step approach, he makes it a four to increase his vertical jump. He tosses it high enough and channels all his rage for you at the ball. 

With how high he jumped, the ball easily goes over the net. Its trajectory curves when it crosses over and hits a spot a little bit just beyond the end line.

He clenches his fist at his another failed attempt despite exerting more than necessary effort for that shot. He avoids looking at you for he’d be put in an even worse mood if sees that taunting grin of yours. 

But of course you had to make yourself seen and intentionally go in front of him with an impressed look in your face instead of a condescending one. 

“That was great! Holy shit. It was just a smidge out. Wow.” You applaud him earnestly, and as much as he despises it, it makes him a little less bad about that missed shot. 

“Can you leave me alone now?” He drives you away to fend off the stupid feeling. He’d rather you just walk away and don’t say anything. “Not like that serve mattered,” he mutters in annoyance.

“What are you talking about? It was awesome!” you yell out with your eyes shining with flagrant admiration, which annoyingly strokes his ego. 

“Just a bit less and it would have been in a spot difficult to return,” you remark as you pat his shoulders approvingly before heeding his request to leave and go back to where Coach is. 

“Sorry, Coach. I distracted everyone else,” you scratch your head with an apologetic smile when you return. 

“I’d tell you off, but everyone seems more motivated now, so good work I guess,” she commends you with a satisfactory tone.

“He looks really pissed though,” Coach Mira adds as she glances at the blonde middle blocker.

“More than you know, Coach,” you reply with a wide smile as he serves another ball and gets it in this time. 

--

Prior to your meeting with Tsukishima today, you proposed to finish the project as soon as possible so you can both focus on other other uni subjects on top of training hours. He immediately agreed, which didn’t surprise you because even though it’s not game season, you’re pretty sure he can’t wait to stop having to see you.

The project’s deadline is in three months, but you believe you can finish it in less than two if you meet up at least twice a week to work on it.

It should be okay, given that you both agreed to have a truce of some sort from the usual dynamic of your relationship. You actually think that it’s not going to work out smoothly, but you still suggested it with the hopes of decreasing his animosity towards you. Yes, it’s fun and amusing most of the time, but outside the gym where you’re just a classmate and not his manager, it’s kinda draining to deal with it. 

“Won’t your roommate mind if there’s a stranger in your room?” he asks as he sits down and rummages through his bag. 

“Oh.” You thought he already figured it out because he didn’t ask about it on his first visit. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t have a roommate.” 

His eyes immediately go to your bunk bed that you didn’t bother getting replaced because it’s convenient when you’re too tired. You usually just mindlessly throw your stuff at the top bunk for a later clean-up.

“Wanted the whole room to myself,” you add.

“Spoiled, little rich brat, aren’t you?” He really doesn’t have much basis for his statement. He just wants to say something nasty and sneer at you because he wants to get back at how you called him out during training the other day.

When he meets your gaze, you raise an eyebrow at him, reminding him about your agreement while working on the project. He purses his lips to the side and returns to his passive expression without saying anything. You roll your eyes in response.

“Well if being a scholar while working as your manager is being a spoiled rich brat, then by all means. Do consider me one,” you answer before looking back on your screen. 

He would have never thought you were a university scholar. You don’t look like the type. You’re way too carefree and all over the place. He would’ve thought it was a joke, if not for the tiny offended glint he caught when he said you’re a spoiled brat.

That’s exactly the reaction he wants to get from you, yet it didn’t feel satisfactory. On the contrary, it’s making him feel like a prick. He is being one, but he doesn’t expect to feel like one, especially towards you who does nothing but get on his skin. 

Still, hell would freeze over before he apologizes. Instead, he prods on the topic.

“Why would you even work as a manager if you’re already a scholar?”

It doesn’t make sense to him. You don’t need the work if your university fees are already waived. It will just pile on to the academic requirements you will need to maintain. 

Your hand stops scrolling on your mouse as your eyes soften, still  remaining on your laptop. “Cause I love it,” you utter like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

The look in your eyes is instantly replaced by mockery when you lift them to meet his. 

“Someone’s being inquisitive today.”

He gets his headphones out and plugs it to his laptop. He really is curious why you chose you to be their manager, but you just had to be an obnoxious bitch and break the agreement you offered to him just the other day. 

He knows you’re too much of a chaos to actually pull it off, so instead of wasting his energy by being irritated by you for the day, he’d rather pretend you’re not there.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you say loudly with a wide smile, yet he can see the sincerity of the apology through the slight panic in your orbs. You must have realized he’s had enough of your shit. “My bad. Old habits hard.” You laugh nervously. 

You speak again when he puts down his headphones on the table. “I may have quit the sport, but I still love it. I love taking care of players like you guys who have the same passion for it.”

“Doesn’t seem like it’s worth it,” he comments with unheld honesty. You could have a lot of time off of your hands if you quit being their manager. You don’t even need the job.

You plant your hands on the floor and lean back as your gaze drifts to the photos of the team displayed on your desk.

“You might be right. A marine science student dedicating her time on sports even though she’s not an athlete? It does sound impractical. But,” you revert your eyes back to him as you continue on, “it makes me happy. That alone makes it worth it. Even if I don’t get paid, I’d still do it.”

Your face glows with pride and joy with your last statement, completely undeterred by his earlier cynicism. If anything, you look even more convinced that you’re doing the right thing. 

He can’t tell if he finds it admirable or disturbing. Probably the latter.

“There’s more to life than just sleep, study, and survive, don’t you think?” 

It was a rhetorical question that he would’ve still refuted if someone told him that years ago. Back in his freshman year in high school, he thought overzealous passion was stupid. Unless an individual is some sort of prodigy, it wouldn’t get them anywhere even if they keep trying to death.

Still, he put in a lot of work -- more than he should -- when he was playing in Karasuno. What was just a club became entirely something else for him, which, up until now, he still hasn’t put quite a finger on. 

When he graduated from Karasuno, he wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to continue playing, but there was a nagging feeling behind his head that he shouldn’t. He thought that that part of his life was already over and while it was good while it lasted, it was time to move one. 

Yet, when he was handed out an application form for the university’s college team, he found himself grabbing the sheet of paper. 

He didn’t have any reason to pursue it beyond high school. He knows he’s good, but he’s not that good. He was at university already. It was time to focus on his future and ignore the itch to hold the ball with five other players on his side of the court.

What’s even more absurd was the next day, he submitted the application form and tried out for the team. He said to himself it wouldn’t hurt to go on playing until he has finally had enough. He’d just ride it out until he got tired of it. 

In his sophomore year, he was scouted by Sendai Frogs and that’s when he knew that the unreasonable passion he has for volleyball is not going to go away. Even now in his graduating semester, he’s still not ready to give it up.

He won’t admit it in your face, but, in a way, he can agree with what you just said. Life is more than just getting by and surviving. That’s the only reason he can think of to justify his choice to continue volleyball: so that he wouldn’t have this constant dissonance that pursuing the sport is a vacuous path he’s treading on. 

“Anyways, back to work now, yeah?”

You smile briefly at him and return to the research you’re tasked to do. He puts his headphones back in his bag and gets back to his own task as well.

He thought all is well and you won’t pester him until you both finish what you’re supposed to accomplish for the day. Unfortunately, he thought wrong. 

You suddenly close your laptop and start whining. 

“Tsukki.”

As usual, he does his best to not acknowledge your existence. 

“Tsukkiii, ” you whine louder. 

For the love of God, you sound the most annoying when you use his nickname. Even though you’ve used it several times now, he’s still not used to it. In fact, he does not believe he will ever get used to it. Shimizu and Yachi not even once called him that, and they were more respectable managers than you are. Sort of. It doesn’t matter that you’re more active and hands on when managing the team.

“Tsuuuk -”

“What?!” You successfully manage to get his eyes off the screen.

“I’m bored,” you pout. 

He glares at you unbelievably. What are you, a five-year-old? 

“And that is my problem, how?” he asks with disdain. 

“Aren’t you getting tired?” you ask back, unfazed by his blatant irritation. But then again, you never are. 

He is getting tired too, but he’d rather drag his brains and eyes out than rest and extend the time he’s going to spend with you. 

“Let’s take a break, please, ” you cry out with pleading eyes. 

“I don’t care what you do. Just leave me out of it.” He puts his attention back on his laptop and looks for the journal article he found significant among the other tabs he opened. 

“I’ll feel guilty if I see you still at it while I goof around,” you admit. 

He really couldn’t care any less. None of what you’re blabbering about is any of his concern. If you keep at it, he’ll just take out his headphones again to drown out your childish whining. 

“I know!” You suddenly perk up. “Let’s review for our quiz,” you suggest eagerly. “We have one tomorrow, right?”

He almost smirks at your suggestion, but he manages to suppress it. He’d rather not let you see that he’s pleasantly amused with your suggestion. 

He didn’t expect that that was your idea of taking a break. He thought you were going to propose something completely absurd like watch stupid videos online because that’s something he could totally see you doing on your free time. 

But yeah, he can definitely use a review. It would be a productive break from the strenuous researching and writing you two have been doing. 

Even though he still hasn’t verbally agreed, you continue on. “To make it interesting, there’s a penalty for every wrong answer.”

He sits up straight, pushing his glasses closer to his face as you successfully gain his full attention. “What penalty?”

Your smile widens when you realize that he’s finally acknowledging your idea of taking a break. 

“Okay, okay.” You rub your hands together in excitement before you clasp them together. “For every wrong answer you get, you need to say something nice about me. And of course vice versa.”

He scowls at the idea. “I prefer the opposite. Get the answer wrong and you get insulted. That sounds more of a punishment.”

You shake your head with your lips pressed into a thin line from disapproval. “Nope. If I get even one wrong answer. I’m sure you’ll get into a litany of rude shit you piled up against me over the years. And I’ll just sit here uncaringly receiving your fury. Does that excite you?”

Hell no. It will infuriate him even more if he throws something at you and you just take it apathetically. But he still doesn’t agree with your initial mechanics. It’s not fair to him.

“No, it doesn’t. But the consequence of a wrong answer is too easy for you.”

You place a palm on your chest and gape at him. “Me? Too easy for me ?” 

You break into a boisterous laugh while still maintaining eye contact with him. He just stares back at you stupefied with no idea what you found so hilarious.

“Tsukishima,” you say after recovering from your disparaging hoots of laughter. “I can think of literally one nice thing about you. Maybe two if I tried hard enough,” you explain with your face still crinkled with the laughter you’re trying hard to contain. 

If you’re trying to provok him to take on your challenge, you definitely succeeding. “Fine,” he hisses. 

Your laughter is completely thwarted when your eyes widen with delight as he succumbs to your plan. 

“Great! Okay, two more rules. One, objective questions only. Two, we can’t say anything that involves Volleyball. For example, you can’t tell me that I’m a great manager, because I’m very much aware of that already, okay?”

His frown only deepens from your conceitedness, only to realize that that’s the only aspect of you he’d consider complimenting you about. 

“But there is nothing else nice about you other than that,” he says without any trace of sarcasm or ridicule, only stating what he considers the truth. 

But you don’t take any offense in his statement. You’re expecting as much. That’s why you added two more rules to push the both of you to take the review seriously.

“Better not get anything wrong then,” you counter easily because it’s as simple as that. It’s a review just for a quiz after all. He shouldn’t be that worried.

“Thirty minutes to review. Then let’s start the quiz?”

You take that he’s fine with it since he closes his laptop and gets his set of notes from his bag.

You get your phone and set a thirty minute timer. You do just as he does and focus on your own notes, skimming over the last two chapters covered during lectures. You concentrate on your learning materials but the alarm sets off after what seemed like ten minutes to you.

You frantically check your phone to see if you put the wrong time, but you didn’t. Thirty minute have indeed passed. 

When you glance at Tsukishima, he’s already looking at you with crossed arms and a self-satisfied smirk. He must have finished before the timer went off. He wouldn’t have that smug expression if not. 

Even though you haven’t fully gone over the last parts of the lesson covered, you can’t help but be enlivened at how competitive he is. He must really hate losing. 

You notice it too with the way he plays volleyball. He might look calm on the surface, but you know he wants to crush his opponents. And right now, that opponent is you. 

His muted excitement affects you. Even though you’re not totally prepared, you’re confident with your own wits. 

“Ladies first, so go ahead, Tsukishima.”

He clicks his tongue, his usual habit when he’s irked with something, but this one was forced to make it appear as if he didn’t like what you said. But you can tell that he doesn’t give a shit about that and he actually can’t wait to ask away just to so you can get it wrong.

Unfortunately for him though, you two are just exchanging questions when your mini game starts. He answers your questions without hesitation and you do just the same since most of his questions are in your own list that’s supposed to be for him.

“What’s the movable membrane found on the eyes of amphibians?” It’s his sixth question that has you racking your brain for the correct answer. When you don’t respond immediately, he sniggers like he’s already won. 

But you do know the answer, or at least the first letter of it. It's the letter N. N-something membrane.

“Nictaling membrane,” you answer unsurely. 

The spread of his wicked smile immediately tells you you’re wrong. “It’s nictating,” he corrects you. 

“Oh come on! I’m just one letter off,” you strongly reason out.

“Yeah, and that would still be marked wrong in the actual quiz,” he refutes.

Damn it. He’s right. That one letter makes a whole lot of difference your professor will definitely not let go.

He places one elbow on the table and rests his chin at the back of his hand, keeping his eyes trained on you as he silently anticipates for you to pay the price of your penalty.

You bite your lip disquietly when you realize the rule you set was a double-edged sword for you can’t also think of anything nice to say about him. There’s that terrible attitude of his which is usually your source of fun, but not exactly something you can call nice. 

You have something in your mind, but your pride won’t let you voice it out. 

He starts tapping the table with his fingers. “You’re wasting both our time, y/n.”

You accept your defeat and tell him anyway. “Fine. I think you’re smarter than me,” you confess. 

You expect him to agree unanimously, but instead he looks at you stupefied, blinking a few times without saying anything. 

“But you’re a scholar,” he remarks. You’re not sure if he just disagreed with you or he’s just putting that fact out in the open. 

“Well, yeah. But I’m just really good at studying and have good time management. You’re actually smart. You’re critical with stuff,” you explain. 

You cheated a bit with your answer since most of your basis is from volleyball games. Although your trip last time is also proof of that. He provided really good input on how you should go about with the project. 

“Okay! Moving on,” you proceed before he can comment further on what you just said and milk it to his benefit.

You ask another question, which he also knows that correct answer to. Originally, you just wanted a fun but effective way of reviewing, but now you kind of want him to get at least one question wrong so you can get even. 

“What do you call the structure the lower vertebrae of anurans is fused into?” he asks another difficult question. 

You rub your palms on your face, your frustration clouding your mind from recalling what it could possibly be. You push your hair back and sigh when you realize that you’re not getting this one either. 

“I don’t know,” you surrender. 

His current expression is the most lively one you’ve ever seen from him outside volleyball games, but it isn't a pleasant one. He looks like a villain whose evil master plan is coming to fruition. 

Maybe you should’ve just agreed with his earlier suggestion to get insulted when you get it incorrectly. You would’ve just sit it out and brush it off afterwards, not make your brain hurt even more from thinking about non-existent good traits from the guy across your table. 

You look around as you desperately try to think of something remotely nice about him.

“Oh,” your eyes meet his right the moment you recall that instance, and form a genuine smile as you remember it once more. 

“It was real nice of you to let me lean on you on the way back to Miyagi last week.”

He removes his elbow from the table and fixes his posture, losing the lax and confident aura he had two questions ago. 

“You would have woken up face down on the bus floor if I didn’t,” he says defensively as if what he did needs that explanation for it to be acceptable. 

You honestly thought he’d rather let you fall flat on the floor. You’re about to ask him back then if he was sure, but you just accepted his angry, yet generous offer which you didn’t expect to come from him.

“I know. I just didn’t think you’d let me rest on your shoulder, so thanks,” you say earnestly, not a trace of your usual cheekiness present. 

“It felt nice and comfortable” you add reservedly. You’ve been wanting to thank him but you didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward for you’re only used to dealing with grouchy Tsukishima.

It’s only then you realize that despite his palpable dislike towards you, he’s not a complete asshole and still cared enough for your welfare that time.

He remains expressionless with his eyes drifting down to his notes, avoiding your gaze as he does so. “The answer is coccyx, also called urostyle,” he ushers back to the question you got wrong, dismissing what you just divulged, which you’re thankful for because you feel like fidgeting with what just dawned on you.

“My turn again then!” you said too loudly as you try to shake off the feeling and put your focus back on the review.

You read the only item left in your list, still hoping that he gets it wrong since this is the last. 

“What part of the amphibian nervous system regulates heart and respiratory rates?”

Unlike previous questions, he doesn’t answer off the bat this time.

“You’re wasting both our time, Tsukishima,” you repeat what he said to you earlier even though it's only been seconds after you uttered your question. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I know the answer,” he declares with reassured confidence. “It’s the cerebrum.”

You decide to hold his gaze for two second before you burst his bubble. “Fucking finally!” you rejoice in his defeat. 

“Close enough, Tsukishima. It’s the cerebellum,” you announce all too cheerfully.

He hurriedly gets his notes and cross checks if you’re actually telling the truth. You just watch him scramble with a very pleased smile on your face as he goes rigid. 

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He must have seen that you were telling the truth.

You start squirming in your seat. Oh man, you’re way too excited to hear what he has to say about you. You want to egg him on, to tell him to hurry up but that might affect what he’s going to say so you force yourself to shut up. 

He raises his gaze at you while you make sure you’re not smiling too wide to annoy him even though you’re reeling from anticipation. 

He still doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s thinking based on the way he’s studying your face. 

“You have a slightly above average face.”

You run that by again in your head, not understanding what he meant by it at first. 

Above average face? Did he just say you’re pretty if translated from a socially incapacitated person’s language? Is that why he was staring so hard at you?

Of all the things he could choose to say something about, he decides to compliment your appearance? You know that you're a bit good-looking, but you don’t think he notices it. He doesn’t seem to be the type to care about that stuff.

Even when you first met, he just looked at you with a vacant expression and greeted you blandly out of courtesy while the rest of the team ogled at you. His apathetic eyes eventually turned scornful over time because of how often you pick on him, and despite that, he does acknowledge that you are pretty.

You’re used to being showered with admiration because of your face so you’ve developed a natural response to it: a gleeful smile with a spritely ‘aww, thanks!’

But with Tsukishima, it doesn’t kick in. Instead, you avert your gaze away from the unwanted fluttering in your chest. You can’t even look him in the eye as you try to collect yourself and think how you’ll respond to that without looking flustered. 

What the heck is wrong with you? That could hardly be called a compliment. Now that you think about it, it actually sounded sort of like a product review with its lack of any fondness. 

With that in mind, you manage to regain some of your composure and offer him a faint. “Um, thanks.”  

Tsukishima looks at his two remaining questions he listed and even though he’s winning the game, he doesn’t feel victorious at all. Your confessions did nothing to make him feel good about himself. They were too sincere that they made him uneasy.

He also doesn’t like that he had to admit you’re pretty. He expected you’re gonna make a fuss about it. He actually would’ve preferred that than you being uncharacteristically embarrassed about it.

Something weird is definitely going on. You’re not acting like yourself and neither is he. There had been too many opportunities to badger you, but he just let them pass by. Same with you. You could have easily teased him about letting you know he finds you attractive.

“I’m out of questions,” he lies to end the damn review. 

“Me too, actually,” you say with an apprehensive laugh.

So it’s not just him. You also feel the change in the atmosphere between you two. Your smile is uncertain and you look like you don't know what to do to remedy the situation -- that is, if you even know what’s wrong with it because he sure as hell doesn’t. 

But even if he has no idea what’s going on, fortunately, he knows how to end it.

“I’m tired. I’m calling it a day,” he says as he starts packing up his stuff. 

You seem to agree since you don’t say anything and just watch him collect his things. You only react when he stands up. 

“Oh yeah. Sure!” You stand up as well.

“I can see my way out on my own,” he stops you when you start to head for the door.  

You freeze on the spot then nod timidly. “Okay.”

As soon as he steps out and closes the door, you plop yourself back to where you were sitting. You grasp the edges of your table as you softly bang your head against it, gasping a heavy breath of relief when the air becomes undoubtedly lighter after he is gone.

“What the fuck was that?” you mumble with your cheek against the wooden surface. 

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