#okok rant over

[burgundykicks]

No mf way my mums threatening to take me out of dance if I don't get my shit together.

[sparky-is-spiders]

I want to expand on this now that it’s not super late actually because upon rereading it I am not confident I emphasized the corruption arc of it all enough.

I think they should promise to keep the other in check but actually make each other worse. By the time they’ve gone full monster they’ll have forged a deep and unbreakable connection with both of them being the Archivist and also have pushed away everyone else. They try to justify their own actions by justifying the other’s actions. Sasha covers for Jon when they go statement hunting and vice versa. Sasha uses her powers the way she used her computer skills: learning other people’s personal/private information without their knowledge. Jon indulges in the gossip because learning about Dave From Research’s affair or Melinda From Accounting’s drama with her sister helps them feel a little more human. A break from the loneliness and horror of their lives that just so happens to entrench them both a little further in Beholding.

I want Jon and Sasha to be each other’s lights in the darkness even as they push each other further into it. They bicker like nerds over Jonah’s fanmail one evening and the next they go for a romantic dinner (person who encountered the Fears) in a 7/11 at 1:27 in the morning.

Also I think they should give each other statements about their supernatural encounters starting when they go on the run. It’s a bonding experience!! They’re getting to know each other!! And it sort of continues from their, each of them giving the other statements about following supernatural experiences (even ones the other was there for).

I think they should also have a mental link. It allows them to communicate over long distances but also borrow each other’s powers (I like to think they have some overlap, but Sasha is more about subtlety and Knowing while Jon is more about compelling directly). They read Jonah’s 160 statement together. They dive into the new world together.

Just. Just consider a Jonsasha dual archivists corruption arc. Please?

The thing I love so much about Jonsasha dual archivist AUs is how easily it becomes a "them against the world" situation. Falling into the Beholding at almost exactly the same time, developing similar (although perhaps not identical) powers, having the same inhuman diet, driving away their coworkers...

And yeah that last one IS super vital to Jonsasha because I think they would. Jon's paranoia combined with Sasha's stalking skills? Their intelligence and reckless knowledge-seeking? It would be a mess. Tim losing both his close friend and his (work friend? acquaintance?) at the same time, right after a traumatic experience? The others watching as they start withdrawing into each other more and more (even as they're each monitoring the other for signs of betrayal). Do you think Sasha "lets hang with my creepy monster stalker at midnight (without telling anyone)" James would catch on to the blink-and-you-miss-it reference to the possibility that the web table traps the Not-Them? I am not totally convinced she would even bother getting a weapon before investigating it (which is... exactly what she did in canon, actually??).

I want them to hear the Jurgen statement together. I want them to go out and share a smoke and a charged conversation while Elias does his thing. I want them to go tearing through the London supernatural community with reckless abandon. I want Elias to have to frantically restructure his plans while he tries to figure out how the hell having Two Entire Archivists might mess with his plans. I want them to rack up marks shockingly quickly. I want Sasha to encourage Jon to hop over boundaries with her. I want them to drag each other down. I want them to be feared and hated by the remaining archival staff because Sasha keeps Knowing deeply personal information about them "accidentally" and Jon can't stop compelling people and they have the same freaky eyes and they're chasing each other down the same destructive path.

I want Jonsasha taking solace in each other, exchanging statements about their respective supernatural encounters (look it's cute ok?) and coming to Know each other in a way nobody else ever could. I want them to anchor each other. I want them to make everything worse forever. I want them to always defend each other, even as their own guilt keeps piling up and their friends keep getting angry and hurt. Dual archivist Jonsasha is two sides of the same coin, coming together even as they drive everybody else away. It's so juicy and I think about it constantly.

I think Elias finds a way to pull off his plan and when he does they slowly give in to their natures and enjoy their apocalypses after a lovely and long mutual corruption arc. That is all.

[gloriasato]

the duality of moody teen girl music

[hanasnx]

thinking about Jason Todd dating a veterinarian/doctor reader. We all know he's very busy with his Red Hood work, so having someone with a busy schedule is almost a relief for him, because then he wouldn't have to worry about disappointing you due to lack of time. he has a lack of time monitoring the city and the reader has a lack of time on medical duty. it's fair. it work.

but that’s not the best point of all, at least not for me. In my mind, Jason is very closed off and stubborn, so it's very difficult to get him to take care of the injuries he gets in alley fights against criminals, but now he's dating a doc and It change things, especially when they're trying to tend to an injury and it's so close, holding him still because god, won't he stop squirming? and he's like "okok, put your tits on my face will not calm me down, doc." It does. it calm him down. jason is a tit guy. He can sit for hours with you stitching his back without anesthesia if it means he'll have the soft flesh hidden beneath a tank top rubbing against him, against his face.

This is shaping up to be a long-winded rant and I don't want to be exhaustive, so I'll go to the last topic: the way tend his injures always lead to sex. he has this thing that he wants to be taken care of. he's rude and dominant with everyone and maybe even in bed, but sometimes he just wants his love to put bandages on his shoulders and spread kisses all over his face while he rides him nice and slow, saying that everything will be fine, that he will be brand new on no time. I also think it could happen since he's just too beat up to fight crime and Reader just put a stay-at-home sign on him, and it's driving him mad. he has nothing to take out all that energy and anger, so he takes it out on you, fucking you against every possible corner and surface, unlike the bubble of love from before, now he's just digging short nails into your hips already marked by his fingers, creating more and more noise tickets late at night.

anyway, I think that's it! I'm so happy you liked that ask about Dick & ballerina, it just warmed my heart! hope you're doing well!

MINORS DNI 18+

"Jay— Jay! You'll pull your stitches!" you warn, but JASON TODD remains un-intimidated, yanking you back by your hips to meet his thrusts. Some thug with a knife gave him a long slice across his bicep, followed closely by one across the side of his ribcage. Wounds you'd just finished tending, but the bourbon he'd downed to ease the pain was already in full effect. That, or he's fucking you through the sting. He's got you bent over in front of him, your fingers bracing on some piece of furniture while you stand. He didn't bother taking your clothes off, yanking your panties down to pool around your ankles, your smart little pencil skirt folded over your torso.

"Help me through the pain, Doc." he replies, his gruff voice strained from effort. "Hurts so good." he moans, but you can tell he's feigning it, as if he's not taking you seriously. To distract you from your protests, his large body curls around you, hand cupping your hanging tits, rolling the flesh in his fingers and palm. "If you cum on this dick I'll feel better."

You bark a laugh at him, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Make me do it then. I'll have to patch you back up after this anyway." As if to playfully punish you for your attitude, he smacks one of your tits and you squeak in surprise.

"Finally on board."

[its-phi]

okok obx4 part 2 spoilers !!!! like major so don’t read this until after you’ve finished or are okay with spoilers but it won’t make sense for you i don’t think.

i need to rant here bc no one i know has finished it.

i feel like this season , despite having some amazing moments, was just a bit lacklustre in a lot of areas. the relationships seems off and i feel like there was a massive disconnect between part 1 and 2. im going to go into more detail below.

so the things i really enjoyed:

- episode 6 had some of the best cinematography i’ve seen in a tv show in fucking ages! they way they included everyone’s reactions in the court scene whilst still focusing on jj was incredible. and then the scenes following that where the riot took place was so amazingly done i loved it

- i LOVED that we finally got to see jj actually let loose the way they described him in all the previous seasons. like we’ve obviously seen him act out and let loose but the raw emotions that jj produced was insane. he went full loose cannon and i for one fucking loved it.

- i really did appreciate the rafe and sarah reunion and i enjoyed seeing rafes character development (at the hands of sofia might i add). to see how she was the only one bringing him food on the boat and the small smiles they shared before the actual reunion, like when her and jb told pope and cleo about their pregnancy and she smiled at rafe. loved it.

- knowing that kie and her parents are at least on speaking terms made me really happy! and seeing her dad stand up for jj with the cops made my heart smile. they could finally see that just bc they might not like kies friends does not mean they aren’t amazing people that have so much care and love for each other.

- i am intrigued to see how they all deal with their grief and how the revenge plot pans out. i think there is going to be some emotional turmoil between jb and kie bc i have the feeling that jb holds kie partly accountable for jj’s death and i’m interested to see how they work through that.

okok now onto my anger with this season bc there’s a lot of it…

- we will start with the obvious here… jj. look i know there is so much speculation and assumptions surrounding rudy leaving or being written off the show and i’m not going to comment on that for the most part bc we will never know the truth. BUT i do think they didnt handle it the best either way. jj hated being alone and for the pouges to bury him in the desert… idk doesnt feel right. (yes ik logistically how could they bring him back to the obx? idk they have done more fucked up shit)

- the disconnect between part 1 and 2 was STRONG for me at least. it just felt really separated and like we just got over some major plot points in the characters between the two. like jj was having a major identity crisis and then we just kinda moved on. and i know is a pretty fast paced show especially with the amount of moving around they do but like huh?

- (this is a big one for me so strap in) THE RELATIONSHIPS OMG! they felt so off this season as a whole. and i don’t just mean romantically. i know it was to kinda set up jj’s death but the way all of the pogues had this significant drift between them and jj just felt odd and not like them. romantically speaking, jiara was lacking majorly. you’re telling me they had barely any physical interaction but they are meant to be together? it just didn’t feel right. if you’re with someone, especially someone you’ve known for as long as they’ve known each other, even with being less physical people, you’re going to hug and kiss and hold on to that person when they are dying or injured or even just going through everything jj was. didn’t like it. wanted more jiara scenes ( especially seeing them alone and how they interact when it’s just them. THE PREGNANCY TROPE? REALLY? after sarah was so visibly uncomfortable when jb brought it up previously… and i know it’s common when you lose a character you fill it with someone else but like what the fuck. it’s rushed and it’s so cliché. and it’s predictable. even without jj making that comment about naming their kid jj, it’s obvious they are going to honour him with that. cleo and pope are gorgeous and amazing and i love them. my only complaint is i want more cleo. she’s too stunning to not have more screen time. I WANT CLEO BACKSTORY IN DETAIL PLEASE.

- despite the feature episode and the part 2 episode being longer it still felt kinda rushed and like they were just skimming over things quickly. like i wanted some dialogue between jj and gr**f about luke and the abuse jj experienced but oh well ig. (i’m upset)

anyway, im kinda bummed with this whole season. i will watch season 5 but i’m not going to be anywhere near as excited. jj was such an integral part of the show for everyone but for me he really tied things together. the interactions all of the pogues had with him really made it so enjoyable and kept the lighthearted, teenager thing alive for me. like without him it’s gonna be hard to remember that they are still young adults that just want to have fun and live their lives to the fullest.

please discuss your thoughts and if you have any differing opinions let me know! i love hearing everyone’s thoughts on it all and am so open to discussions about it all bc at the end of the day it is just a tv show but it’s also so much more to so many people.

love you all

[aliceyed]

Perfect

summary: after a shitty date you cry about it to your bestfriend, beomgyu.

warnings: kissing, cursing, horny ass dude.

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: bestfriends to lovers

"how do I look?" you said while walking out of the bathroom.

beomgyu who was lying on your bed looked up from his phone, "eh, you look fine."

you rolled your eyes, "you said that about the last 4 outfits can you please help me choose the perfect one." walking over to your vanity table you attempted to fix your hair a little when beomgyu walked over to you tucking stray strands of hair behind you ear.

"okok, im sorry. you looked stunning in all of the outfits, i think even if you wore a trash bag to your date you would look gorgeous."

your stomach did something weird, it always happened when you hung out with beomgyu. you know you probably had feelings for him but there was no chance he liked you back, besides he said he only saw you as a sister. so to cope with this you tried to take your mind off him by going on dates with random guys (really stupid coping mechanism).

coming back to reality you slapped his arm, "stop lying to me."

laughing a bit he replied, "im really not lying, but i think you should go with this outfit." picking up your phone you see your date texted you saying he was already at your door to pick you up. quickly grabbing your bag you rush to your door and compose yourself before opening the door.

your date who shall not be named (im lazy to think of a name), looks you up and down, "looking good babe, ready to go?"

you felt slightly uncomfortable but tried to smile and nod your head.

basically long story short, the date was horrible. you went to a nice restaurant, where your self absorbed date was practically throwing himself at you the whole time trying to kiss you. he just made you feel really uncomfortable the whole time and to top it all off he forgot to bring his wallet and you ended up paying for the whole date. you just wanted to get home.

when the both of you got in his car he put his hand on your thigh, "wanna go back to my place?" at this point you were so done, "what the fuck is wrong with you!" you shouted and ran out of his car and straight to a bathroom and cried it all out. you called beomgyu to come pick you up and from hearning your choked up voice he ran faster than ever to come get you. after calling you to let you know he was outside, you ran out and hugged him tightly.

beomgyu didn't care that your tears were staining his shirt, he hugged you back just as tight softly rubbing your back. seeing you like this after so many dates broke his heart, he couldn't stand to see you like this anymore.

driving you back to your place, he prepared your favourite snacks and your favourite movie to try and lighten your spirits while you changed into more comfortable clothes. when you got out you saw beomgyu in your living room selecting the movie and patting the seat beside him. you still weren't over your awful date and could feel tears threatening to spill out at any time and just started ranting about it all to beomgyu.

"yn why do you do this to yourself? why do you always go out with these jerks and make yourself miserable, i hate seeing you like this."

"you wanna know why beomgyu?" you were going to regret this confession but you couldnt hold in your feelings anymore. "i like you gyu, ive liked you for such a long time but 2 years ago i heard you say you only thought of me as some sort of a sister, and that broke my heart. to try and get over it i started dating these jerks. i really like you and it hurts that youll never feel the same way." tears starting pouring out of your eyes uncontrollably as you quickly try to wipe them away with the back of your hand.

beomgyu was dumbfounded, after all this time because of his stupidity hes been hurting you all these years. he pulled you close to him, holding your face gently and wiping away the tears with his thumbs and embraced you, calming you down.

"yn, ive always liked you too... I was just always scared you wouldn't like me back so i would tell my friends i saw you as a sister even though i liked- heck loved you for so long. it would hurt me to see you go out with so many guys and never asked me once."

it was now

your turn to be dumbfounded, did he really like you back? "please dont tell me this is a joke," you sniffled back a tear. "do i look like im joking?" he held your chin softly and brought your face close to his. you heart was beating a million miles an hour, was this really happening?

he looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort before leaning in to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle and you loved every second of it. after pulling away you both couldnt help but laugh at the situation, 2 idiots in love for so long but unaware.

you 2 spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching the movie then falling asleep on the couch, the perfect ending for the not so perfect night.

[notmyprey]

Give me all your Jay thoughts now hand em over 🔫

Okok, *inhales*

Firstly, I know Jay is almost always seen as stuborn prey, or needy prey, and just overall prey coded. BUT hear me out yall.

Jay as a pred would just be so so funny. He never stops moving and is constantly rubbing at his prey. He talks a lot and sometimes rambles about what he is currently thinking about to whoever he ate. Also, on the topic of him talking, Jay most likely talks to himself (I am almost certain this is cannon, too), meaning half the time the prey cant tell if he is talking to them or himself.

Also, as a first-time pred, the first person he eats is most likely because he has to keep them safe and stuff. But mind you, he is small, and I swear the first time he eats someone, he will nearly choke. After that, he gets better at it and likes it more, but because of how poorly that first time went, the rest of the ninja joke about it constantly.

On the flipside, most ppl know him as prey, so I'ma rant about that too.

Again, Jay. Does. Not. Stop. Moving. For the life of him, this man can not sit still. As such, he is kind of annoying to eat at first. Once they get used to it though its not as bad.

That also does mean that everyone who eats Jay on a constant basis and knows that he doesn't stop moving absolutely goes into full-blown panic when he does stop to sleep.

He also has a small habit of sending out bits of electricity when he sneezes, so if he is sick, everyone refuses to go near him. This makes him absolutely miserable, since all he wants to do is cuddle in a tum to feel better.

I also am a firm believer of Jay bringing the most random items in with him and the ninja spitting out a fricking bag of marbles or something weird a few days later. When asked, Jay just goes, "Oh! That's where that went, " grabs it, and leaves with no context.

So yes, beautiful bean. 👍

[xingchens-eyeballs]

OKOK GUYS OH MY GODDDD I JUST WATCHED ALIEN STAGE ROUND 7 AND WHAT THE FUCK?? IM ACTAULLY CRYING RIGHT NOW I HAD TO GET UP AND LIKE SCREAM INTO A PILLOW I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

this is gonna b a long one guys i need to rant about it sdfjhsdjkfhs

spoilers under cut :3

Firstly, IVAN??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

ALSO YALL WERE RIGHT LUCA DID REMIND TILL OF IVAN OMG THATS ACTUALLY SO FOUL

he looks so good tho ngl id smash

AND MIZI?? PLEASE YOU WERE SO CLOSE

I CANT BELIEVE HE DIED?? AND MIZI MOTIVATED HIM TO SING AT THE END TOO OH MY GOD I AM NOT OKAY

HAVE YALL SEEN THAT ONE POST EITHER ON TIKTOK OR ON HERE I FORGOT WHO ITS BY BUT THEY WERE SAYING THAT TILL IS A VERY PASSIVE CHARACTER FOR SOMEONE WHO IS SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT REBELLION AND THEY ARE SO RIGHT TILL IS SO INFLUENCED BY THOSE AROUND HIM, LIKE LUKA AND ALSO THE IVAN PICTURES DID ACTUALLY MAKE HIM HALLUCINATE/REMEMBER IVAN AND THAT MADE HIM UNSTABLE LIKE HE DID TO MIZI BUT THEN MIZI SNAPPED HIM OUT OF IT BUT IT WAS TOO LATE 😭😭

but look at his adorable blushy face when he sees mizi 🥺

ALSO THE ROUND 6 KISS SCENE?

WHAT

AND THIS? ITS LUKA GUYS ITS LUKA MAKING TILL HALLUCINATE THAT HES IVAN, LUKAS JUST A FREAK WHY DOES HE DO THAT EVERY DAMN ROUND???

its kinda interesting though cuz seeing ivan makes till have the same reaction as he did when mizi saw sua in round 5 DOES THAT MEAN TILL FELL FOR HIM??? jkjk guys im not that delusional but i do think that luka just likes to take advantage of grief maybe the aliens like it or something and thats why luka chose to imitate ivan and not mizi, because till still has hope for mizi he didnt see her die in front of him like ivan

YALL WERE KINDA RIGHT THO WITH THE LUKA SWITCHES BETWEEN MIZI AND IVAN THEORIES, LUKA CHANNELS IVAN AND THEN MIZI SHOWS UP IN PERSON TO INFLUENCE THE ROUND

LETS TALK ABOUT THIS TOO CUZ WHAT??! THIS SHIT MAKES ME MENTALLY ILL

anyways i dont think alien stage is over though there will be another episode to tie together the loose ends trust we're gonna have hyuna v luka and then lukas gonna get a taste of his own medicine fr

LIKE LOOK AT THIS ENDING FRAME ON EVERYONES SOULS ITS HYULUKA ROUND 8 FORESHADOWING

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

okok this is going back to an older ask

m!greaser who was in 2 movies, asking to go to the drive in to watch a new horror movie that came out

turns out, he's a pretty big character for the first 30 mins before he's killed off

the gangs reaction + cherry, Tim and Curly??

Yeahhhhhhhhhssss I will do this pookie

Ponyboy Curtis

-so mad

-after the movies over he goes on an entire rant

-about how your death wasn’t necessary to the plot

-he gets so personal about it 💀💀💀

-he swears he’s going to send a letter to the director about how unfair it was

-and how he could come up with a better plot where you survive

-and how it made the movie that much worse that you died

-and you’re like Pony, chill 💀💀

Johnny Cade

-he’s so heartbroken

-🥺🥺

-he’s like oh nooo you died

-he’s so sad about it lmao

Sodapop Curtis

-I think he laughs lmao 💀💀💀

-then you jokingly slap his arm and he shuts up

Darry Curtis

-drops his bowl of popcorn in shock

-and is like what

-“Y/n why did they kill you?”

-he has a whole anxiety attack about it

-and you’re like Darry it’s just a movie

Dallas Winston

-shouts boo at the tv

-“Y/n, man, I can’t believe they killed you.”

-doesn’t watch the rest of the movie, as after you die it’s deemed pointless to him

Two Bit Mathews

-he’d make jokes about how you die lmao

-Drowned? “How’s the saltwater taste, y/n?”

-Shot? “Damn, guess you have one more hole in that brain.”

-Burned alive? “Damnnn you got grilled like BBQ!”

-Betrayed and killed? “Wow, what a backstab huh.”

Steve Randle

-he pretends like he’s unaffected

-but he so sad about it

-probably sad for the rest of the night tbh

Tim Shepard

-has little to no reaction besides a smirk

Curly Shepard

-goes on a rant about how stupid your character was

-and how you could’ve easily avoided being killed by doing x and y

-💀

-And you’re like Curly it’s part of the plot man

[plxnetn1ne]

Who are some of your favorite mcs and why?

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE ANON

okok

@boxdstars’s Slytherin MC Amara, firstly because i love her design. its the messiness and disorganization that she represents that i love lol. secondly, Amara’s storyline (from the tidbits ive heard so far) is super interesting with the unbreakable vow and Amara being a werewolf.

@vienguinn’s Violet and Pearl, because they remind me of yin and yang and i LOVE twin mcs

@phinik’s Ruth, i love her design and i love her family curse idea

@siboom777’s Sally, i just love her personality. i love how spunky she is and i love MC’s that have fiery personalities.

@alun1r’s Valeria and Daemos, i love Daemos’s design especially (masks are my favorite) and because of how Alu is able to portray them. i also love how bitchy Valeria can be hehe

@gobletoffeels Genevieve, i love gen so much i cannot express how much i love her, i love her divorce fic, i love how Gen handles it, i love how much of a bad bitch she is

@ginger-lala PRIMROSE!! i love her ‘back to the past’ idea and how unbothered she portrays Rosie as, how spunky she is, i love her personality and her backstory

@girl-named-matty i love how messy Matty is. accidentally killing like 7 people is just funny to me haha, Matty is so all over the place and i love her for it

@hazyange1s RAE!! I LOVE CRAZY BITCHES!! I LOVE CRAZY AND PSYCHOTIC GIRLS THAT COULD KILL ME

ok thats enough ranting me for me haha, theres probably loads more but this is all off the top of my head ok bye guys

[iloveslllycatss]

accidental confessions with the inarizaki boys 🥺

(I turned my autocap off for this request <3)

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 : 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯 : 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘤 𝘺𝘬, atsumu 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 😞 (anon I actually love u for the autocap thing.)

r. suna ↴

✫ ok so for this you basically r watching the team practice (u r friends w them) and during the water break u decide to give ur good friend suna a call thinking it’s your best friend, ghalya (my irl best friend btw 😉). 

this whole day you’ve been thinking about one thing. whether u should or shouldn’t go watch your crush practice. the obvious answer was yes because you were friends with all the second years on the team, but in the back of ur mind you were rethinking the decision. so you decide to ask your best friend.

“bruh yes wth r u thinking ofc u should go 😐” 

ghalya looked at you as if you were the dumbest person in the world for letting the thought of not going cross your mind. “okok fine ig I will” you sigh, but then u get a idea “what if… YOU CAME WITH.”…. only to be answered with a 

“no. I’m not ab to go to a practice for ppl idk 😨.. and even if I wanted to I cant, I have to study for my exam next week” 

as if you ever study 🤨 is what you WANTED to say, but instead u settled for a “fine”. 

when u got to the practice the first person to notice your arrival was atsumu. “OMG Y/N HIII” he waved with a smile, gaining the attention of his teammates. after they all greeted you, you sat down watching them. your eyes constantly rerouting onto one person… suna. if you were being honest, your crush on him was FAT ASL. u were head over heels for this boy; not that you’d ever tell him.

during their water break you looked at him again, sweat dripping down from his hair as he drank his water, you kept looking at his hands. his pretty pretty hands, his long slender fingers and his short kept nails. as you started to examine his face, suna looked at you. after maintaining eye contact for a couple of seconds you looked away, flustered. his eyes were beautiful, a perfect shade of grayish yellow. they were practically glowing. so you did the normal thing to do, bother your best friend about it. 

you had taken your phone out of your pocket, opening the phone app and calling the 4th recently called person instead of the third.

“hello??” you start, leaving no room for response. “ghalya emergency. im FR ab to punch suna rintaro. why? u may ask. THIS MF. WITH HIS PRETTY ASS SELF DECIDES TO LOOK AT ME FOR A COUPLE SECONDS. like im already I’m love w u dont play. GHALYA PLZ I NEED HELP IM DYING FR.”

“umm… l/n????” 

“oh. okay. allow me to go kms.” 

when I tell u that u ran out. I mean u MF RAN OUT.  when you got home you called ghalya (actually her this time). and RANTED UR ASS AB IT until a certain someone  knocked on your front door. u went to look though the peephole, you saw him. so you fixed your hair and dusted your clothes rlly quick and opened the door. “hey-“ 

“ilikeyoutoo”

that was all he said, it was so quick and he barely muttered it, but you heard it so clear. and your jaw DROPPED. (not actually) “you WHAT?” you were FR in denial. “I said, I like you too” he said, slower this time. “so, do u think we could go to a cafe this sunday? as a date?” he had a blank face but you could tell he was kinda nervous. “yeah, I’d like that….. like I’d REALLY like that” you said without thinking. he smiled

after he left, you were laying in your bed those same words repeating in your head

I said I like you too

I said I like you too

I said I like you too

let’s just say, you were looking forward to your sunday

a. miya ↴

✫ okok so for this one, I feel like u just r stalking his insta or sum (fan behavior/yall r friends) and then u CALL HIM instead of ur best friend AKIRA. and rant about how good he looks 😞 

you were crying (not actually). not because you were sad but bc how FINE atsumu looked in his newest instagram post. you were laying on your stomach and KICKING UR FEET AND GIGGLING. u felt like an elementary school girl who had a crush on a boy. it was a selfie of atsumu after he had woke up, his bedhead was cute and all in his face, he was pouting and his eyebags were as visible as can be 😭. but somehow, he pulled it off. the picture was captioned “stupid ass brother CANT keep his mouth shut when I’m sleeping but at practice he don’t even call for the ball 😐” his comments were FILLED with girls saying things like “omg my pants suddenly fell off” or “don’t disrespect my man osamu like that!!!”…. 

you were jealous. 

so you just HAD to call your best friend akira to talk ab it. so you called and as soon as the phone was picked up you gave no room for anyone else to speak.

“omg. akira. I’m ab to give atsumu a big fat kiss bc why does he look so good. like IK I be talking ab him to u a lot and stuff but like HOLY SHIT. HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK SO GOOD AND WAKE UP AT THE SAME TIME. but those girls in the comments can fr die bc like back off or wtv 🙄.”

“y/n??? u think I looked good 😏”

when I tell u your heart bursted out of ur chest I mean full ass HEART ATTACK. you ended that call so quick not even the flash could outdo you. 

2 minutes had passed and atsumu was spamming you with things like “Y/N ANSWER PLEASE” or “Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN IK U SEE THIS”. until one text message caught ur eye

“I like u too btw 🙄” 

ONLY THEN you answered with a “thats wild”

“oh so NOW you want to reply 🤨🙄”, you smiled at this, calling him back. “omg atsumus like soooo hot and  he my man fr!!” he mocked, you glared at the phone laughing sarcastically, then he added a “we should go on a date ykyk i pick u up at 6 tmrw and we go out ykyk i’ll make sure to make myself look extra good”. 

“yeah that would be great actually we should”

you both talked for a little after that, talking about your days and volleyball until you say u need to gtb.

“WAIT BEFORE YOU GO, about that big fat kiss…”

“good night atsumu.”

@/ilovesillycats

please don’t copy my work 😞

[hail-brod]

Sleep

Midoriya Izuku x FReader

Masterlist

hihi something short here!

A ding sound catches your attention.

Only then to see that your dear boyfriend that was supposed to be sleeping at this late hour, sent you a message.

Izu: 'why aren't you asleep?'

His message says, you could almost hear his scolding voice in your head. You press your lips as you feel yourself slightly stiff at the words. Busted.

'hi. haha.'

Was all you could manage to reply. Clearly hinting that you know you've wronged yourself and him. After he said that you should sleep early more and not linger about around past 2 in the morning, but here you stand. Or more like sat.

Izu: 'are you alright?'

Then he hits you with that.

Izu: 'if you really can't sleep and not just because you're reading so late again, you can rant to me.'

'noooo. I'm fine. But i do don't mind ranting your eyes off. Not ears cuz this is literally a text.'

You can practically sense that he had shake his head at that and chuckled. You hope that he did- but either way, you can't really care if it sounded stupid. Being completely open with him has proved to be so soothing and right. He's too much of a comfort for you.

Izu: 'do rant away.'

'but first. Lemme turn this around because why r u also awake?'

Izu: 'hmmm i just woke up.'

'its 2:48'

Izu: 'i know'

'youre mad'

Izu: 'you haven't even slept how am i madder than that'

That rings a laugh out of you.

'okok. I'll sleep but no mor rant for u then.'

Izu: 'u can rant to me at school tom. maybe even for the whole day. I'm all ears anytime.'

Your chest clenches in warmth. Dear, Lord. You thought. I'm too lucky for this. How did I managed to woo him?

The corners of your lip rise up to smile. Cheeks burning in red. Like a teenage girl mooning over her significant other. How typical. The rush you're feeling does nothing but make you curl your toes, giddiness taking over your insides.

Izu: 'are you sleeping?

hello? I hope u are.

goodnight, love'

'goodmornight'

Izu: 'oh heck. Alright. Sleep well

<33'

'<333'

Izu: '<3333'

'dont test me, boi <33333'

Izu: 'pls sleep'

'yes i will

<333333333'

Izuku could only chuckle but not without his eyes gazing so fondly towards his screen, cheeks crazed in red. If this is what it's like to take care of you, then he would never cease to do more of it.

.

[ask2pame]

regarding your rant on frances design: TELL ME ABOUT IT. tbh i think all the designs peaked with beautiful world, and everything after that was just...discount budget versions of whoever theyre supposed to be. the beautiful world designs are GORGEOUS on their own, but compared to world stars? theres no contest. some designs i do like, like england looks nice, if not a little too polished, and portugal is really cute, but everyone else just got twinkified and butchered. and i love a twink! i do! but they look like they could be swapped out with my little pony designs and it wouldnt make a difference. france to me will always be a blonde with a ponytail, a little unkempt, with chest hair and stubble and flamboyantly manly with a touch of tragedy. thats france to me. not whatever waif they cooked up in the more recent series

// ok ok i can't tell if u mean like ''oOOOh tell me about it' as a phrase or u actually are inviting me to tell you about it but i'm going to take it as permission to ramble <3 but im putting it under the cut so i dont spam

okok so UR SO RIGHT i think the new designs are so OFF... like it kinda lost the plot. the characters are all weirdly polished?

ok im just gonna run down the characters i have a lot of thoughts about CUZ my god

ENGLAND!!! its gotta be beautiful world

cuz the early seasons england gets his crankiness on point but this design fits just how cranky and posh(?) he is, like he dresses like an old man and wears outdated 'punk' fashion, he drinks tea like an old lady.. it fits hes cute and expressive.

this england isLOSING hair where did his EYEBROWS GO!!!! thats HIS WHOLE FUCKING CHARACTER but also i really dislike the change from him going from a dirty blond to a bleach blond... doesnt work...

i want my man to look like he has a nicotine addiction, rugged and smug as shit. i think they leaned too hard on the 'tsundere' trope for him cuz hes not puffy cheeks with pouty lips hes an old man with a laundry list of war crimes

-

ROMANO

ok. this one is a little hard cuz romano is good in ever season but he has these little minor changes that drive me CRAZY but my favorite will always be the earlier seasons

this ver of romano was a NASTY bitch he just showed up to be an asshole and i love it so much , i love his hair being dark brown with brown eyes ok , at the minimum his design fit his voice...

for beautiful world i think hes cute but i really don't ? like his eyes being green? like i dont know it just never felt right to me:( i like him having brown eyes

and later his design leans into the prev but when u look at him u don't see that one guy who REALLY doesn't wanna be here hes . too soft?

and the newer romano does have the bad attitude but now he's suffering from the 'progressively becoming a ginger' syndrome that a lot of hws characters have now

-

RUSSIA

my pick for him is all over the place bc i think his new design is SO FUCKING CUTE like i wanna bite him and crocodile death roll him but i think he is SUFFERING from cuteness.... hes so . soft?

earlier seasons of russia showed up just to say some morbid shit and be brutal as fuck but he could also lean into being cute, thats his whole gimmick, cute but scary. his current design is cute with no threat.

i think beautiful world had that balance between cute and scary, he was cute and say mean shit like before and was ready to throw down any time america showed up, thats his whole deal. and you know at the bare minimum he's supposed to be fucking BIG and world stars makes him look like a fucking twink

-

SPAIN

beautiful world was WORKING to make spain look good, he was ugly . he was boring. and then he walked in with a new tan and a warm hair color and the cutest smile (tho its hard to find pics of spain in these seasons cuz hes younger in a lot of them) and then it's just

what the hell happened here. i feel like im going insane but did his skin tone get ashy? like it looks more grey. and i know saying spain is 'tan' is generous but what the fuck happened. why did all his colors dull, why is his hair so . boring. where did the body mass go, where did the attitude go... world stars spain is very 'head empty' and not in a good way ....

-

CHINA

one of the most overlooked characters but i love him

i think my favorite ver of him is still his original cuz i preferred him with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and he's side part... it was so cute... and they swapped it for a middle part .... </3

like he was so cute ;; plus i preferred him as this kinda irritable older know it all character, like he was groaning and huffing and did NOT want to be there. but then he kind of got? infantalized(?) i think they wanted him to be cute but idk if china is considered one of the ancient nations by its own rules, then can we tone down the :333 factor on him a bit

like just comparing but this might be me raise hands at hima for this characterization. what did you do to my boy

like do u see it. am i crazy

-

these bitches

these 4 just suffer from success in their OG and the beautiful world just made them way better (except i miss italy's darker hair </3) and then they just got handed bad animation in world stars

ok thats all i have time for rn BUT YEAH

[steven-has-exploded]

ive yet to really see anyone else point this out but i think fyodor is going to end up being one of the most gut-wrenchingly unstable and sympathetic (to ME atleast) characters in bsd. what i perceive as foreshadowing for this has all been pretty vague, but thats really only further ammunition considering the way asagiri likes to write via throwing the wildest shit at us out of nowhere at 50mph and expecting us to deal with it. how did i first come to this conclusion? harukawas eye thing

this is going to be long please proceed with caution if you read slowly or just not at literal supersonic speed. rant under cut u know how this works

for those unaware or who have since forgotten the exact details, here is the image explaining harukawas thing with eyes, click to read;

so. fyodors eyes are usually very light, which a few other people have pointed out is probably due to the fact he genuinely believes his goal of ridding the world of abilities is following gods will; almost everything he does is a necessary evil to acheive the idealistic dream of a world without abilities. he understands his actions are wrong, but you cant go through with a goal such as that without doing morally reprehensible things in the process. anws so as user wildflowerteas pointed out his eyes are extremely dark after hes resurrected

now, could this just be signifying that fyodor can now continue doing his fucked up little deeds via his functional immortality? yes. but asagiri doesnt seem to write that way and i need an excuse to defend fyodor because im insane

asagiri generally doesnt write characters, especially important ones, as subscribing to one specific side of the moral compass. sure, there are characters that are more morally good or bad or gray than others, but not every one of their actions is as such. characters arent straight heroes or villains in their actions, and sometimes not even narratively; fitzgerald did everything for his wife to finally be happy and see her daughter again, dazai still trained akutagawa the way he did despite knowing it was abusive because his circumstances couldnt allow him to change before oda died, et cetera

so, lets interpret it another way. fyodors eyes being dark after resurrection may not be a reflection of his sinister personality, but rather the way he views and experiences his own countless deaths. he is purified in death and tainted when hes brought back; at peace in his last moments and destroyed when hes alive again. so what conclusion did this realization bring me to? fyodor is a suicidal maniac and hates his ability hear me out Please

in hindsight it seems really obvious to me now; what other reason could have spurred him on to try to desperately to erase abilities if not because he himself despises his own? his ability is truly the purest act of cruelty someone can experience when driven to the point he has been; it lets him bask in the calm of death, the comfort of everything finally ending, the solace that hes going to be finally rewarded for his actions by god. but only for a moment. once that moment is over, hes torn back into the world of the living, in the body of his own killer, the corpse of his last vessel staring him in the face as if to mock him for what he could never have. it deprives him of the human right to even die. what kind of person who claims to love all humanity wouldnt want to free the world of abilities, if others' have caused them as much pain as his has to him?

okok i apologize for making u hear me wax poetic about an anime twink version of fyodor dostoevsky but if youre still not convinced, which is ok i can see why this would be very insane to someone who isnt obsessed with this guy, i want you to just imagine for a moment how living with that kind of power would effect you. while we dont know fyodors exact age, we can assume that hes been alive for at least about 500 years due to his ability. fyodor isnt some kind of immortal being that has a conveniently human form, he is an actual human being who was first murdered presumably just in his twenties based on his appearance, who then had to slowly come to the realization that he will experience small spots of death before having to continue the same cycle of immortality for forever. human beings cant grasp the concept of infinity; our brains arent wired to deal with the idea, because everything in our own lives comes to an end. fyodor will never experience that. even if you view him as plain evil, pure and simple, no human being wishes to have their brain broken by the hands of infinity. and yet thats what fyodor is experiencing

[diorkyeom]

‘✷’ : CHAPTER EIGHT “can i have your number?”

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chapter word count: 5.6k+

chapter warnings: swearing

summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: okok guys with this chapter pls pretend that i Did in fact build on this one throwaway line back in ch1 that i wanted to add onto but then i forgot so. pretend that u remember that seokmin doesn’t have joshua’s number okay

Seokmin sighed, propping his cheek on his hand and attempting to tune out the incessant chattering of the man opposite him.

“—which is why I told him that no, hyung, I’m not some sort of telepathic mind-reader so he needs to tell me when he wants something, you know?”

“I think telepathic and mind-reader mean the same thing,” Seokmin said idly, watching as a piece of fluff floated gently across the staffroom, before his eyes eventually twitched and he lost sight of it. 

He’d missed the response that had been given to his comment, but it didn’t even seem to matter.

Mingyu was still rambling.

“—so I’m out buying him pastries, because Wonwoo hyung loves pastries, especially the ones from that cafe that’s near here, and then guess what he does?” Mingyu leaned forward, hands splayed across the veneer of one of the round, wooden tables in the staffroom. “Guess what he does, Seokmin.”

“What does he do, Mingyu?”

“He calls me,” Mingyu said, and then paused for dramatic effect, “and tells me he loves me.”

Seokmin just blinked slowly. If he tilted his head down at the right moment, his glasses would slip down his nose until they were almost falling off. It was an irrelevant observation, a needless thought, something he didn’t need to think about. 

Just like most of Mingyu’s rant.

“Gee, I’m so glad your boyfriend loves you,” Seokmin said, and then tilted his head down slightly so his glasses tipped down. “Why are you even here?”

About half an hour earlier, Seokmin had been running rather exasperatedly throughout the school, trying to find a printer that hadn’t been jammed or wasn't out of ink so he could print some sheets for his lessons. It was a free period of his, so the rest of the school was pretty much empty, with everyone in class, so he was full-on sprinting across the foyer area before, out of the corner of his eye, he’d caught sight of a big, familiar figure standing in the reception, waving vigorously at him.

It turned out, Mingyu had been out buying pastries for Wonwoo (before Wonwoo had apparently said ‘I love you’ to Mingyu, the horror) and Seokmin’s school had been near that cafe ( it was a twenty minute walk away) so he’d decided to pop in and spend some time with (be a general nuisance to) his best buddy Seokmin.

Mingyu just beamed, undeterred by the uninterested front that Seokmin was putting on. They both knew that the teacher was more than content with chatting with Mingyu, no matter the situation or setting.

"You really shouldn't be here, you know," Seokmin said. "The security is pretty tight."

Mingyu rolled his eyes, waving his hand. "Don't worry. With all of this—" he gestured to his face— "anyone would let me off the hook. Besides, I have a friend who works in this fancy-as-fuck private school, don't I?"

"It's not that fancy," Seokmin sighed, rubbing his temple, ignoring Mingyu's scoff and wild gestured around the entire staff room which, admittedly, did have marble accents and gilded ornaments. Maybe it was a bit fancy. "Anyway. Again, why are you here, Mingyu?"

“Came to say hello to my best friend, of course!” Mingyu said, and then leaned over and grabbed the frame of Seokmin’s glasses to push them up his face again. “Also, your glasses are slipping down.”

Seokmin scrunched his nose and made a noise of protest at Mingyu’s abrupt action, taking his cheek away from his fist and leaning against the other hand instead. “Wait, don’t you have work too?”

“My manager is sick,” Mingyu said cheerfully. “And so is half my department. So she told us to all go home, and then I found out that Wonwoo hyung was sick, and then we had that fight, and then I went to the cafe and then I ended up here!”

“I see.” Seokmin peered around Mingyu to the other chairs on either side of him. “Did you come here with the pastries?”

Mingyu instantly grabbed the bag from one of the chairs, holding it against his chest. “Yeah, but you’re not getting any! These are all of Wonwoo hyung’s favourites, and only he’s allowed to have them.”

Seokmin laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, okay. I guess you’ve made up after your brief fight this morning, huh?”

“Yeah? That happened ages ago, Seokmin. I literally told you he called me to tell me he loves me. I think I actually cried.”

“Sounds on brand for you,” Seokmin teased, but he was smiling, watching the way Mingyu set the bag down on the chair and patted it securely, looking down at it fondly like it was his boyfriend himself right next to him. 

Mingyu and Wonwoo were the longest-standing couple out of their entire friend group, their six year anniversary already rolling around in a few months. Junhui and Minghao followed close behind by about a year or so with their weird casual thing, but the fact still remained that Mingyu and Wonwoo had been dating the longest. And every time Seokmin was reminded of that, he thought it was both the most insane and also the most logical thing in the world. 

They were easy, natural, in the way that they loved each other, and he couldn’t remember a time where Mingyu wasn’t always bringing up Wonwoo in every conversation, nor a time where Wonwoo wouldn’t blink and soften at the mere mention of Mingyu’s name. It was as easy as breathing, for them, the act of loving and being loved and Seokmin wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if their engagement was announced any day now.

He shook his head, tapping his fingers against the laptop lid, the device sitting to the right of him on the table, still unopened. He’d dragged Mingyu to the staffroom after finding him in the front entrance, taking out the laptop from his bag and intending to do some work to drown out Mingyu’s chattering. The laptop was yet to be opened, however, and he hummed mindlessly, looking up at Mingyu.

“You’re so in love with Wonwoo hyung, you know,” Seokmin said, in an oddly matter-of-fact way, and Mingyu just laughed.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, smiling. “I’m so in love with him. Like, stupidly in love with him.”

Seokmin smiled a little, and then pouted, looking down at his finger as he traced nonsense patterns against the laptop. “It’s not fair,” he said, his voice whining and playful, bottom lip jutting out even further as he talked. “I wanna fall in love like that too.”

He expected some sort of teasing, snarky response back from Mingyu, but when the man simply made a noise of confusion, Seokmin furrowed his brow, the pout dropping from his face.

“Wait,” Mingyu said. “Wait. I thought you were in l…”

“I was what?” Seokmin asked, but Mingyu was already shaking his head, attempting to wave away the topic. “Hey, Mingyu, what were you going to say?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Mingyu said, but his eyes were gleaming, and Seokmin was reminded horribly of that time when he’d asked Minghao for his opinion on Joshua, all those months ago. He had a sinking feeling that, whatever Mingyu had been about to say, it did matter. A rather large amount. “Anyway, don’t you have your next class soon?”

Seokmin checked his watch and then scrambled out of his chair. “Oh, no, you’re right. I do.” He tucked in the chair, grabbed his bag, and stabbed a finger in Mingyu’s direction. “And you need to leave. Don’t you have a sick boyfriend to take care of?”

“I do,” Mingyu replied easily, but his eyes were still bright as he stood up, with decidedly more ease than Seokmin, who was struggling with the zipper of his bag so he could put his laptop away. “I don’t have to leave right away, though. I can wait for you to finish fighting with your… bag.”

“Shut up. I’m fine.” Seokmin snatched the laptop from the table, holding it in one hand as he struggled to open the zipper fully with the other. And then he looked at the device in his hands, pausing. “Wait, this isn’t mine.”

Mingyu tilted his head, walking around the table to open Seokmin’s bag for him. “Not yours? Whose is it, then?”

“Shua hyung’s,” Seokmin said. “Guess our stuff must have gotten mixed up this morning while we were doing work together.” He zipped up his tote bag, ignoring Mingyu’s exasperated look as he hefted it over his shoulder and gripped the laptop in his arms.

“Shua hyung’s?” Mingyu repeated. “What?”

“Joshua hyung,” Seokmin added helpfully. He had a distinct feeling that he’d had this kind of conversation with someone else before. “It’s a shortened—”

Mingyu shook his head, smiling a little. “No, no, I get that part. It’s just…” He trailed off, smiling wider. “Nevermind. Anyway, are you gonna walk me to the front door like a gentleman or not?”

Seokmin rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, complaining that Mingyu had been the one to rudely barge in during work hours so he shouldn’t have to play the part of a courteous houseowner, especially considering the fact this wasn’t even actually his home. Or his front door. Mingyu replied that Seokmin should still be polite all the same, and they bickered back and forth all the way through the trip from the staffroom, down the stairs and through the corridor before they reached the front entrance.

After that, Seokmin promptly shooed the man out of his school, telling him not to accidentally sit on the pastries because Wonwoo hyung wouldn’t like squashed food to eat. Mingyu pinched his ear for that, before bounding through the doors that Seokmin had opened for him and turning back to wave as the automatic glass doors slid back into place between them.

Once Mingyu had successfully exited the building, Seokmin turned on his heel and trotted through the hallways into the Music corridor, intent on returning Joshua’s laptop before his next class started.

He peered through the glass window of one of the doors and, upon seeing the familiar profile of Joshua’s face as he leaned over a student’s work, knocked on the door, glasses slipping a little as he bent his head into the classroom, shyly smiling at the elder turned around.

“Shu—Mr. Hong,” Seokmin corrected himself, and Joshua’s smile widened, colouring a fond pink. “Sorry to bother you.”

Joshua just smiled, beckoning for Seokmin to open the door a little wider, and the literature teacher did so, stepping into the room. “It’s no bother at all, Mr. Lee. What’s up?”

“I have your laptop,” Seokmin said, unable to help the way the smile remained firmly on his face as he presented it to Joshua. “It must’ve gotten mixed with mine.”

“Oh!” Joshua’s face lit up. “Wait just a second.” He walked over to his desk, taking out another laptop from his bag, before walking back up to Seokmin, and the two of them exchanged devices, laughing a little. 

“Maybe we should start naming our things,” Seokmin joked, and Joshua’s eyes crinkled, an easy smile in response to Seokmin’s words.

“Maybe we should,” he agreed. His students were not-so discreetly watching their exchange, and Seokmin became minutely aware of their stares as Joshua walked him back to the classroom door, an oddly courteous act considering the fact that they were standing not five feet away from it. “Anyways, thank you for bringing it back.”

Seokmin pffted, holding up his own laptop. “Don’t mention it. Thanks for the exchange. I would’ve stressed out if I couldn't find it.”

Joshua smiled again. “No worries.” He held open the door for Seokmin, allowing him to walk through, holding the door frame and simply smiling at Seokmin as the literature teacher turned around to face him.

They stood there for a moment, one inside the classroom, the other just outside it. Joshua leaned forward suddenly, and Seokmin panicked, but then Joshua’s fingers found the black frames of his glasses and gently pushed them back up his face so they sat comfortably on his nose.

“Sorry, they were slipping down,” Joshua said, leaning back. “I couldn’t see your eyes properly.”

“I—I see,” Seokmin stammered, wondering why he’d even initially panicked when Joshua had leaned into his space. “Uh. Thanks.”

Joshua laughed, a small, endeared breath, eyes tinged rose gold. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” Seokmin managed to reply, and try as he might, he had no explanation for the warm, fluttery blush that dusted his cheeks as he gave a wave in response to the gentle smile that Joshua sent his way, before slowly turning around and practically floating out of the corridor.

───────────── ‘✷,

Jeonghan stumbled down the stairs, groggily clutching his head and groaning as he fumbled his way into the kitchen, hands reaching out like a zombie until he managed to grab the back of Joshua’s shirt, and then promptly collapsing against his housemate.

“Good morning to you, too,” Joshua remarked, letting Jeonghan cling to his back like a koala whilst he shuffled through the kitchen, a pan already sizzling on the stove. “Did you take the pills I left for you?”

Jeonghan just groaned again. “Joshuji, why do you always let me drink so much during Game Night?”

Joshua sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to his scrambled eggs. “You didn’t take the meds, hm? There’s some more on the counter, next to the mug. And drink the entire thing.”

“Head hurts so bad,” Jeonghan muttered in mild protest, before eventually extricating himself from Joshua’s back and grabbing onto the counter, clawing his way across it until he could get to the medicine that Joshua had left out. “Absolutely horrible. I’m never gonna touch alcohol ever again.”

“Wonderful,” Joshua said. “Next month, you can help me clean up the day after, then.”

Jeonghan didn’t say anything, putting the pills in his mouth and knocking back the mug. Then he scrunched his nose, making horrified noises as he gulped down the entire thing, before wiping his mouth and staring, wide-eyed, at Joshua. “That wasn’t water.”

Joshua grinned, walking over to their cupboard to take out plates. “Nope. It’s a medicinal tea. Meant to help with headaches and hangovers.”

“It tastes horrible,” Jeonghan complained, pursing his lips and scrunching his nose, shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the taste in his mouth. “I can’t believe you tricked me like that.”

Joshua just chuckled, putting the scrambled eggs onto two plates, before also arranging the sausages that he’d cooked earlier. “Alright, alright. My deepest apologies for trying to take care of you. Now sit. Do you want toast as well?”

It was the morning after yet another Game Night, and Jeonghan was seriously contemplating cancelling next month’s one, because he really didn’t think his poor head could keep up with his drinking habits.

Last night had been… well, normal. Normal in the fact that Soonyoung had serenaded their ceramic sculptures again (Jeonghan was still in the process of encouraging Joshua to get rid of them all) and Seungkwan and Chan had had a screaming fight before singing karaoke together five seconds later, and Minghao may have accidentally punched someone in the face once again. 

Absolutely normal things. Except for one, small detail.

“I didn’t see Seokmin all night,” Jeonghan said through a mouthful of sausages, while Joshua buttered his toast for him. “He said hi to me at the beginning and then didn’t come up to me at all after that.” Joshua deposited the toast on Jeonghan’s plate, and the elder promptly began to devour them. “Do you know anything about that, hm?”

For a long moment, Joshua didn’t say anything, nibbling on his own slice of toast. “You’re awfully coherent for someone who complained that their head hurt too much only a few minutes ago.”

“Must be the miracle effects of your medicinal tea,” Jeonghan said, grinning, and then wiped the crumbs off the corners of his mouth. And then he tilted his head. “Joshuji. You’re not answering my question, though, are you?”

Joshua’s eyes flicked up to Jeonghan’s, before looking down at his own plate. He was doing that thing again: that thing where he tried to guess what Jeonghan wanted him to say, tried to hide what he really wanted to respond with, tried to be all mysterious and unknown and not telling Jeonghan everything.

But unfortunately for Joshua, Jeonghan was all too familiar with his tricks, and was having none of it.

“You can just tell me straight-on, you know,” Jeonghan said when Joshua was half a beat too late in giving him an answer. “I dunno why you’re trying to hide. You know it never works.” He waved a forkful of sausages at the other man. “Plus, it’s only Seokmin. It’s not like I’m asking you if you made a blood pact with the Devil last night, am I?”

Joshua pursed his lips, a small crease forming in his brow before he shook his head. “Fine. Seokmin was with me in the garden the whole night. He wanted to look at the moon.”

Jeonghan hummed in understanding. “Ah, of course.” He looked down at his plate, stabbing his scrambled eggs and scrambling them even more. Then he looked back up at his best friend, and he knew his eyes were gleaming. “And you stayed with him the whole night.”

There was a beat. Joshua narrowed his eyes, and Jeonghan just beamed. It was just the two of them in their house, so Jeonghan could tease him as much as he wanted. Joshua couldn’t exactly hide.

“Seokmin and Seungkwan are coming over today,” Joshua said, changing the subject so swiftly that Jeonghan blinked before shaking his head.

“What? Seriously? We only saw them last night. Do we have to see them again?”

“Seokmin said that Seungkwan wants… garden space? To practise his lines,” Joshua explained, and tapped Jeonghan’s plate with a finger. “Also, eat. Stop shredding your eggs.”

Jeonghan scrunched his nose, before shovelling some food into his mouth. “Fine.” 

He didn’t say anything else, and Joshua didn’t make an attempt at getting him to talk, probably relieved that he was no longer being faux-interrogated about whatever he’d been doing last night.

Honestly, though, Jeonghan mused as he stole a sausage from Joshua’s plate, he didn’t know why Joshua was even trying to hide. Jeonghan knew everything already.

“How did you find out?” he asked, and Joshua stopped pouting over his sausage to tilt his head. 

“What do you mean?”

“That they’re coming today,” Jeonghan elaborated. He innocently chewed Joshua’s sausage, eyes wide. “Did Seokmin text you?” He smiled, brightly. “Did he finally remember that he has your number?”

Joshua smiled, then, lips stretched and eyes crinkled, and Jeonghan toned down his own smile a little. 

Ah. That made him upset. 

"I doubt Seokmin even remembers the first time we met," Joshua said sweetly, standing up from the table. "Now hurry up. They'll be here soon."

Jeonghan slowed down his chewing, watching as Joshua deposited his dishes in the sink with a loud clatter, before turning on the water and promptly beginning to wash them. 

"Shuji," he tried to say over the sound of running water. "Hey, Joshuji. Joshua."

Joshua just continued to ignore him, and Jeonghan sighed, finishing his eggs in one last big bite and standing up to walk over to his sulking housemate. 

"Shua-ya," he said, nudging his shoulder against Joshua's. "Hey, I'm sorry. Don't sulk."

"I'm not sulking," Joshua said quietly. "I'm just… sad."

Jeonghan watched his side profile for a long moment, before nudging him with his shoulder again, making him move away from the sink. "Budge over. You're always terrible at washing the dishes."

"Hey—what?"

"For the record," Jeonghan said, as he turned the water temperature up, "I think it's a bit silly to get so upset over something like that. Just remind him again, you know? It's not like the memory's lost forever." He paused, looking up thoughtfully. "Although, knowing Seokmin, that's always a possibility."

Joshua's brow furrowed. "Huh?"

"Talk to him about it, idiot," Jeonghan said matter-of-factly. "And stop sulking. It's not a good look on your pretty face."

Joshua was about to protest when the doorbell rang, and there was the sound of someone banging against the door.

"Jeonghan hyung! Joshua hyung! Open up, it's us, Seungkwan and Seokmin!" Seungkwan yelled. 

The two housemates looked at each other for a long moment, before Jeonghan gestured to his soaked hands, indicating that Joshua should open the door. 

"You better greet our guests, Joshuji. After all, you're the one who invited them." Jeonghan grinned.

Joshua sighed, running a hand through his hair before making his way out of the kitchen. "You still sound far too awake for someone who allegedly woke up with a skull-splitting headache."

Jeonghan laughed. "It's part of my charm."

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Seungkwan was properly knocked out, head lolling against the back of the sofa while Seokmin repeatedly nudged him with his foot, trying to see if he’d wake up.

“I can’t believe you guys ended up staying for the whole day,” Jeonghan said as he stepped into the living room, shaking his head. “How long did you promise you’d stay, huh? Three hours, at most, was it?”

He leaned over to take the script from Seungkwan’s hands, setting it on the coffee table while Seokmin dragged out a blanket and draped it over the sleeping man. “Okay, in my defence, I didn’t think that blocking scenes would take that long,” Seokmin said. “You were the one who said we could stay as long as we wanted, anyway.”

Jeonghan laughed a little. “That’s true.” 

It had been late morning when Seokmin and Seungkwan had first arrived, with a cheery round of ‘hello’s at the two housemates, before zooming through their house and through the bifold doors into the garden.

Seungkwan was running through his lines, going through scene blockings at the same time and he’d said he’d needed some space out in the open for it. So Seokmin, his lovely friend who had offered (been dragged into) running through his lines with him, had asked Joshua if they could use their garden, and the elder had said yes.

Now, it was nine in the evening, and they still hadn’t left.

“He’s fully asleep,” Seokmin sighed, poking Seungkwan lightly on the arm. “I don’t think we can get him to wake up any time soon.” He doubted that little would be able to wake the younger at all, save for Seokmin grabbing his shoulders and screaming in his ear.

He was just about to try that, thinking that they really ought to get going if they wanted to get back home at a decent time when Joshua peered into the living room, making eye contact with Seokmin.

“Oh,” he said, smiling a little. “You guys are still here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Seokmin said, unable to stop his own lips from lifting up into a smile before gesturing to Seungkwan. “Kwan’s asleep. I don’t know if we’ll be able to leave soon.” 

Joshua hummed thoughtfully. “You know you can stay the night, if you want.”

“Wait, really?” Seokmin looked up at him, eyes wide.

The elder didn’t even hesitate, smiling. “Of course. You’ve already been here for the entire day, anyway. Having you stay the night is no big deal.”

“Really?” Seokmin’s eyes lit up. “Aw, thanks, hyung. I’d hate it if we were being a bother to you.”

“It’s no bother at all,” Joshua said, waving a hand. “You’re always welcome to stay, Seokmin.”

Jeonghan watched the two of them, head tilted, watching the way they both smiled at each other before immediately looking away, as if too shy to hold each other’s gaze for long. He crossed his arms. If things kept going at this rate, there was a chance that Jeonghan might have to meddle. He had too little patience for this whole dancing act.

“Anyways,” he interrupted, clasping his hands together. “In which case, Seungkwan can sleep on the sofa, and then Joshuji, you can get out the blow-up mattress for Seokmin.”

Joshua blinked, looking away from Seokmin to tilt his head. “Han, that’s in your room, though.”

“Yeah, but I’m too weak,” Jeonghan said, shrugging. “Come on, Seokmin. Let’s go find you some clothes. Oh, and remember to text Soonyoung that you’re staying here, ‘cause I don’t want him coming banging on our door in a panic again. I’m tired.”

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The first thing Seokmin realised when he stepped through the doors was that it was rather cold.

The night air nipped at his nose as he walked out into the garden, and he scrunched his eyes, lips pursing for a moment before he took a deep breath, and relaxed his shoulders. It was cold, but he could get used to it. Maybe he’d get so cold that he’d pass out and eventually manage to fall asleep.

Seokmin slowly lowered himself down onto the stone patio just outside the bifold, looking out onto the darkened garden. He shivered a little.

Okay. Maybe it was quite cold.

Jeonghan would probably scold Seokmin severely if he was caught, but luckily, the elder was fast asleep.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” a voice said in Seokmin’s ear, and he looked up as someone draped a heavy coat over his shoulders, and Joshua sat down next to him.

“Shua hyung?” Seokmin said in surprise. This was a nice coat. A rich cashmere that looked grey in the darkness, but was probably more of a dark burgundy. It looked kind of familiar. “What are you doing here? Wait, is that a guitar?”

Joshua smiled, holding up the guitar. “Yeah. I was going to play something out here.” He was wearing a coat, too. Not his normal one, though: this one was white. A puffer jacket. “What are you doing, Seokmin?

Seokmin blinked, looking down at the coat over his shoulders, finally realising why it looked familiar. This was Joshua’s. His regular one.

“Seokmin-ah?” Joshua gently nudged him with his shoulder, and even through the layers that both of them were wearing, Seokmin was sure that he could feel the warmth of Joshua’s touch against his skin. It was a golden sort of warmth, one that made Seokmin melt, almost without meaning to, into him.

That was how he found himself tipping over, leaning to the side, resting his head against Joshua’s shoulder.

“It’s too quiet inside,” Seokmin said softly. Joshua was warm. “It’s suffocating.”

Joshua didn’t say anything for a long moment. He breathed in, slowly, and Seokmin moved with the rise and fall of his shoulders. “It’s quiet out here, too.”

Seokmin shook his head. “It’s not the same kind of quiet.” He looked up at Joshua, still not taking his head off of his shoulder. It was incredibly comfortable, leaning into the elder, and Seokmin wasn’t sure that he’d ever want to leave this spot on Joshua’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s because you’re here. It’s always nicer to sit outside with you, hyung.”

Again, Joshua paused, and part of Seokmin wanted to sit up properly so he could look at him and see what he was hesitating about. But then Joshua hummed, a soft vibration that had Seokmin melting impossibly further into him.

“I guess I should sit outside with you more often, then.”

“That would be nice,” Seokmin murmured. And then, with some regret, he lifted his head off of Joshua’s shoulder. “I guess I should go back in, though. Have fun playing.”

He was about to stand up before Joshua reached out a hand to stay his knee. His eyes were big, and even in the darkness of the night, they looked like they were glowing, warm gold, like his irises were a source of light themselves.

“You can stay, if you want,” Joshua said softly. And then he smiled. “You did say you wanted me to play for you.”

Seokmin blinked, before beaming, positively lighting up with excitement. “Wait, really? Can I stay?” But he was already settling down on the patio again, pulling Joshua’s coat tighter around him, leaning forward in anticipation. “What’re you gonna play, hyung?”

Joshua looked at Seokmin before breathing a soft laugh, looking down at the guitar in his lap. “I’m not sure. Whatever comes to mind, I guess.”

He picked out a few notes, letting them ring in the silence of the night. He was simply playing whatever notes his fingers found, wandering through the paths that appeared as he tried to find the right song, but Seokmin still found it so fascinating. Joshua was delicate with his guitar, almost reverent, looking down at it and letting the notes ring in the air as silver, crystalline droplets, and Seokmin thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

And then Joshua found a song, smiling a little in recognition at what his own fingers were doing, and Seokmin quickly changed his mind.

This was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

It was a soft melody, almost lullaby-like in its gentleness, spilling caramel-coloured warmth into the air and grasping onto Seokmin’s fingers carefully, lovingly leaving something so gentle in its wake.

Joshua continued to play through the rest of the song, and it seemed like he was content with just letting the guitar melody drift through the still night with no lyrics. Seokmin was fine with that: there was something so mesmerising about the way Joshua played the guitar, and he was very much okay with simply sitting there and letting the wordless music flow over him.

But then, as the song seemed to near its end, Joshua opened his mouth and began to sing.

If you’re having a hard time, you can come hug me

Because I’m just the same

No matter how much you hide, you know it’s something you can’t cover

So that we can both smile

Don’t be sorry, don’t worry, don’t be afraid

Don’t cry anymore

To me, there’s no one more precious than you

I want to tell you, you who probably had a tough day

That I’m here

That you did well

That I love you

That I’ll come and hug you tight.

The ending notes echoed out into the cold darkness of the night, warm and twinkling and precious, before Joshua’s hands stilled against the strings and he smiled, bashful, looking up from his guitar and at Seokmin.

Seokmin’s hands were gripping the edges of Joshua’s coat, knuckles white, his fingers numb both from the pressure and the cold, but he didn’t even register it, head spinning with how beautifully, devastatingly soft Joshua’s voice had been.

The lingering phrase of “don’t be sorry, don’t worry, don’t be afraid” continued to swirl around in his mind, and Joshua’s voice was such a rose petal pink, gentle and plush and satiny soft and Seokmin suddenly felt a little like crying, overwhelmed by the way Joshua’s rosy voice had sounded against the gilded gold of the guitar melody.

“Seokmin?” Joshua asked softly, and his eyes were melting into Seokmin’s as they looked at one another, vulnerable and open. “Are you okay?”

Seokmin swallowed, eyes fluttering rapidly as he tried to gather his thoughts. 

“Could you… could you play it again?” he whispered. He couldn’t bring himself to speak in a louder volume, afraid that it might shatter the perfect tranquillity that Joshua’s playing and Joshua’s voice had brought. “That was beautiful.”

Joshua’s eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, but then he was smiling, the upturned corners of his lips coloured silver with fondness. “Okay.”

And then he did, and it was just as beautiful as before, if not more. And Seokmin’s head was swimming again, his heart drowning in the most golden sounds as Joshua continued to sing, singing like every word rang true, like he was singing just for Seokmin, and Seokmin was… he was… he was…

“I’m going to sing with you, one day,” Seokmin said, once the final notes of the song echoed for the second time, and Joshua looked up at him. “I am. I really am.”

Joshua tilted his head. “You are?”

“Definitely,” Seokmin said earnestly, leaning forward as if to emphasise his point. “I mean, you played for me, hyung. I should sing for you too.”

Joshua just chuckled, a small exhale of air, looking down at his guitar before up at Seokmin again. “You don’t have to, Seokmin. Do it because you want to. Not as an exchange.”

“But I do want to,” he said, and unclenched his fingers from the lapels of the jacket to reach over for Joshua’s hands. His hands were cold, almost as cold as Seokmin’s frozen fingers, and yet he still unflinchingly enclosed Seokmin’s hands in his own. Safe. “I really, really want to.”

Seokmin’s heartbeat was overwhelmingly loud in his ears, drowning out all other thoughts, but he still had the state of mind to marvel at how undeniably pretty Joshua’s smile was, as the elder’s eyes softened, irises sparkling a gentle rainbow as his lips curled upwards, warm and wonderful.

After a moment, Seokmin shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the strange fuzziness in his mind, retracting his hands from Joshua’s to fumble through his pockets.

“In which case, hyung,” he said, finding his phone and fishing it out, unlocking it and holding it out to Joshua, “Here. You know, in all the years I’ve known you, I think it’s kinda crazy that I haven’t gotten your number yet.”

And then he smiled at Joshua, all sweet and earnest.

“So, Shua hyung, can I have your number?”

Joshua stared down at his phone, looking down at the glowing screen, and something almost regretful rippled across his gaze as he looked back up at Seokmin. In the new light that the phone screen provided, he could see that Joshua’s nose and cheeks were both dusted with pink, and his breath was a puff of cold air as he spoke again.

“Oh, but Seokmin, you already have my number. I gave it to you the first time we met.”

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OMFG YAYAYAYYYYY OKOK SO WHERE DO I EVEN START

Ok one thing that makes me sad abt those who steer away from vforce is that they're also the ones who are like 'the best thing abt beyblade is that it's so over the top but it doesn't take itself too srsly' and its insane bcz vforce is EXACTLY THAT ykwim???

One thing I love that I just need to quickly put in somewhere is that GORDO IS SO HAWT HELLO PLS ye that's just like a sidenote

I love max x mariam hehe

Vforce writing is a bit inconsistent like in some places and arcs I only like it as much as I do because of my headcannoning problem and cuz I see the ✨️vision✨️ but for the most part it is the most INSANE szn and I love it for that ❤️

Like there is the psychick and saint shield arc where two parties try to steal bit beasts exx one for v futuristic rzns and the other for v traditional but same goal. Also no one talks abt this enough BUT THERE WAS LTRLY A DETECTIVE INVESTIGATION SIDE PLOT LIKE HELLO that is so good?

Also I love zeo as a villain he's just a little roboboy who wanted to be a real boy and the whole thing was so good my jaw was on the FLOOR

I love kai in this szn but I can't go into that now that's a whole other rant

Also speaking of writing king and queen had the PERFECT win to loss to tie ratio for the roles they played in the show. That's so random ik hehe

Anyway sry for ranting up ur poor askbox I just got hyper excited to talk abt vforce 😭

Ik exactly what you mean. It’s so overlooked it’s sad. It took me a re run of the series (quite a few bouncing of episodes from season to season) to understand its purpose and need and what I REALLY want to state, even though I’m not gonna elaborate it here is that the characters are a perfect build up of their season 1 counterparts and FFS THEY ARENT OOC. I can go on but I’m trying to keep it short.

Hahah I love Max and Mariam too! In fact, I LOVE Mariam! Don’t miss out on her, whether or not you like vforce.

Ironically v force Tyson is my favorite- let’s just not go into that overly recorded dialogue: omg Tyson was such a jerk, totally OOC- like no?? He was not😭. He literally deserves nothing but hugs!! I love his dub version a lot more tbh (also Marlowe did his best in this season).I love Kai in this season too!

The detective investigation part is my fav because that guy is LITERALLY THE ONLY useful adult in Beyblade, it’s hilarious. I’m not fond of the villains (Gideon and Dr.B) because they don’t match up to Boris, but I still love the rivals- Ozuma, Kane and Zeo and their respective teams ofc.

King and Queen had less screen time but omg I loved their presence! They didn’t feel unwanted and unnecessary and I loved that about them!

Season 1 is my fav but vforce is the best for me when it comes to analysis. The dub definitely messes up at time but there are so many things it does better too. V force dub is PEAK.

Also pleaseee do not feel sorry for filling my inboxes! It’s vforce, I can and will defend and talk about it my entire life haha. my dms are always open jic!