#she doesn't even have a name yet and im already obsessed

[afternunh]

we're in big trouble gamers

[animeyanderelover]

Hey! Im glad i managed to wake up early in the end! Here are my two requests and thank you so much for your great writing!

1. Yanderes of your choice (the ones who wear masks/cover their faces or are just insecure about their appearances in general) with a darling who always compliments their face, saying they look amazing and that they love all of them/the first time they see the yans face their reaction is to get all :OOOO and compliment it

2. yanderes of your choice with a minor deity reader, who doesn't have the same perception of boundaries as a normal person does plus is just happy they have a follower at least.....?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, manipulation

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Minor Deity s/o

Ash Landers

▫️​You may not be known very well as other deities are but with Ash you pretty much already have the most devoted and loyal follower one could ask for. Yet the fact that you were forgotten seems to affect him much more than it has affected you ever as he is in utter grief and sorrow when he finds out about it. Deities are supposed to be worshipped and treated with reverence yet humans truly seem to have forgotten how to pay respect and he is determined to see it through that your name will be called in prayers once again. After he has purified London, that is. With his darling being a literal deity though, Ash feels immense pressure to see it through that everything will be perfect for you. He lets churches and temples be build in your name and starts searching for humans he thinks would be worthy enough of worshipping you as he is basically planning to collect a cult for you. Your obvious clinginess is constantly overwhelming him though as he doesn't see himself as worthy for being touched by a deity like this, especially since he hasn't done anything to deserve it.

Juvia Lockser

💧​Juvia is constantly swooning over pretty much everything you do as her obsessive tendencies only increase as she figures out that you are an actual deity. You are literally perfect in her eyes. She spends days and weeks crafting a small shrine for you where she always leaves flowers, pastries or anything else for you as a sign of her adoration and love. She has a rather strange relationship with the idea of collecting other followers for you though. On the one hand she wants people to notice you because you are the most perfect and beautiful being as the mere thought that no one has ever been a follower of yours angers her greatly. On the other hand she also doesn't want to lose all the attention and affection she gets solely because she is the only one who calls herself a follower of yours now. You are very clingy with little to no perception of boundaries but since Juvia is exactly the same, this is just utterly perfect for her. The idea of you giving such attention to other people if they would start believing in you is a big cause of her jealousy as she would like to remain as someone special to you even if you should collect more followers.

Yato

🪙​Both of you share very similar struggles yet Yato shows much more concern for you as a deity will disappear if no human remembers them so he is very desperate to get you more followers. He starts with Hiyori as he asks her to not forget you for her entire life and to remember you and she really goes all out of her way to build you a small shrine similar to the one she has crafted for Yato. Otherwise Yato literally goes around with Yukine to fulfill his jobs whilst trying to advertise for you. Whilst you don't show any panic or fear due to having so only Hiyori as a human who believes in you as of now, he still feels like he has to do everything he can to cheer you up to keep you happy. He has very good intentions but at times he can go a bit too far by literally wracking some damage to induce humans with the belief that it was the work of you just to get their attention on you. Hiyori and you are ususally quick to scold him for it as you don't want to be remembered as a deity who harms other people. Yato happily indulges in your clinginess though because he can be quite touchy himself but he does get jealous quickly when you show similar amounts of affection to Yukine and Hiyori.

[yestrday]

Thinking about Dain being a cousin of the twins, like, he comes to their home once in a blue moon, but when he is in town he will surely invite mc to a night out or for some hanging around; and mc may accept because he is a breath of fresh air, specially with the whole academy being after them.

Of course, Dain may or not harbor the same feelings as their peers, but they don’t need to know that just yet :)!

(I DONT REMEMBER IF DAIN HAD ALREADY APPEARED IN THE ACADEMY AU SO I CAME WITH THIS IDEA IM SO SORRY (＞人＜;))

dainsleif who was a graduate of your academy too, praised for intelligence and good looks. there's no doubt he's a cousin of the twins, with that same shimmery blonde hair and their knack for academics.

after graduating, he got into a university a city over, so he barely sees his cousins anymore. aether speaks fondly of him, talking about how cool and mysterious he is. ("he's so cool, [y. name], i swear! he's got this aura that just makes you... respect.") lumine thinks highly of him too, but she tends to nitpick his flaws more than aether does. ("oh please, he might look cool, but he can barely hold a conversation without making it awkward. he's not really all that.")

dainsleif who shows up at their house impromptu for a visit. you happen to be there too, and you stare wide-eyed at the man whose face you've only seen on picture frames. he stares back at you too, because he doesn't exactly know how to act in front of a stranger.

as he stays in the city, he sees how people of your academy tend to... gravitate towards you. like, literally. after accidentally bumping into you at the grocery, he can see at least five boys from your school lurking around the corners. from that day on, he's offered to escort you whenever you're running tasks outside.

he used to just spend breaks in his dorms, but he finds himself coming back to his hometown these days. his visits come and go, sometimes he'd show up at weekends, sometimes radio silence, but he delights at the opportunity that breaks provide him with. even at his uni, he's worried sick about that little harem of yours. with him by your side, he can at least protect you even outside your school grounds.

he listens to your worries, pushes the cart while you do your groceries, covers your head with an umbrella, keep you close when walking the streets at night... everything to let you know that you will always have him to rely on. not those pesky brats who're too unhinged and obsessed without any care for your feelings. not those brats who get to spend every day and every hour with you at school, who irritate him so much his head boils at the thought of this injustice.

"sometimes i wish i were more like you," you sigh to dainsleif one day. you see it catches dain off by surprise, his eyes wide but flattered at the confession, before they slant into saddened crescents. he turns away from you, facing the gray sky.

"believe me," dain mutters. "you wouldn't want that."

"humble as always. your abilities aren't something to brush off like that."

"... not like that." he looks conflicted as he watches you carefully. his clothes ruffle and fly in the wind, complementing the troubled look in his eye. "there are thoughts within me that... i cannot suppress. thoughts that scare me to even think about. things about myself that i never knew eventually coming to life. it's horrible."

"'cause you're guilty?"

a forlorn sigh. "... because i'm not the man i wish you'd have in the end."

[mimiruku]

jojo!! i hope ur doing well and that ur safe from these fuckass typhoons terrorizing us lately, it's like a typhoon parade lmaooo. if ur still accepting them, sending in either tsunarumi or hibakana? 👀👉👈 i can't decide hahahaha

speaking of oc x canon, i think im rlly rooting for takeshi for miruku but aaa dino/miruku has its own charm too! but i LOVE how miruku is always just gonna choose to hang out with his sensei reborn in the end 🥰💖✨ father figure/sensei >>>> lover. sorry takeshi and dino, those feelings are ur problem! (it was at this moment that ein realized that this is not a text for dms but for an ask, yet she still yapped!! so she just pressed the ask button so she doesn't add anymore)

You will get both because I can't be normal about anything. Also, thank you for your thoughts, all I do is laugh hideously because I actually don't know what happens to Miruku in the end. Dad Reborn supremacy tho you're right.

TSUNARUMI, my loser duo i love you.

Canonically, Tsunayoshi has a habit of having cute little thoughts about the girls when he first meets them, I like thinking it would be the same for Kurumi, his first thoughts were 'oh! she's really pretty...' to which he immediately starts feeling bad about cause Kyoko is his one true love (not anymore Tsunayoshi lol )

Kurumi is one of the only few girls Tsunayoshi truly felt comfortable being around, you know...until he stares at her for too long and ...and she sparkles???????

When Tsunayoshi's affection for her grows, the more he gets awkward, they might have gotten along with each other no problem, but the moment he realized that crush is real, suddenly he can't talk straight and he starts acting real funky.

They were friends first before 'crushes' , but before he even realized he had a thing for her, he was already having dreams about her. They got married and Kana shot him by the pew, he woke up screaming.

He leaned to cook purely as a survival skill.

HIBAKANA, they scratch my toxic relationship desires.

It was on sight... love at first sight? but like for fighting? I have this mental image Kyoya came FLYING outta nowhere the moment Kana stepped into Namimori chu.

Kyoya says he hates / dislikes Kanako, but for some reason, he's more likely to sit / stand and linger beside her more than anyone else in the group, this may lead into another fight tho.

As an adult, Kyoya has a habit of tracking down where Kanako is, not that he follows her around, but he'd just like to know where she is. As a result, Kusakabe also knows where she is...Kanako has to erase her presence completely if she wants Kyoya to stop tailing her. He's obsessive so what.

Kanako can ask Kyoya 'favors' and Kanako can actually get away with a lot of things as well. What can I say? Kyoya respect the strong and only the strong, she still pisses him off though.

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS ONE: If they somehow get married, they wont take each other's last name nor will they get absorb to each other's family, however Kanako may use whatever properties under Kyoya's / Hibari's name.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Can we have a Morpheus x Reader in the style of Phantom of the Opera? Thanks!

Inside My Mind

Dream of the Endless x Opera Singer!Reader

Summary: He was the phantom of the opera making you lose your mind.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Dark!Dream, Yandere!Dream, graphic depictions of violence/obsession/manipulation, fem!reader, smut/smutty allusions (dub con, fingering, vaginal penetration, marking, corruption kink) Phantom of the Opera AU, Set in Victorian Era, angst ig, typos, etc.

A/N: another MINORS DNI fic lol YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THIS THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS YES YES YES So, for obvious reasons, the plot of phantom of the opera is tweaked because dream is not 'grotesque' like the phantom in the real story. ALSO THIS EXPLODED INTO A DARK YANDERE FIC NONNIE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE DARK FICS COS THIS GETS PRETTY DARK T_T this was supposed to be a slow burn because i got so excited for it, but then suddenly i was not excited at all and was unable to write anything, like fr it was so hard to write this so im only writing the highlights in my head im so sad i cant write this T_T PLEASE READ THIS FIC WITH THIS BECAUSE ITS SO BEAUTIFULLY ORCHESTRATED Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

He was in his private booth with no one except Hob. Dream, in the length of his existence, no longer finds the same wonder as his friend, whose very eyes sparkle at the performance before him. But then his ears catch the echo of the song from behind the stage, from deep behind the opera house. "I say, they-" Hob starts, but when he turns to his side, his companion is no longer there. Dream watches her in the shadows, basking in her voice as she sings the song being performed with more heart than he ever thought possible, before making himself known. When he does, she starts, dropping the mop she was using on the floor. The sight of her face excites him. She is laced in nervousness when she manages to ask, "who are you?" "I am your Dream."

I remember how it was before, how it was in the beginning. When he was my Dream, who came to me with sincerity and gentleness.

I look out to the dim lit bathroom as I wash my arms in the fragrant water of my tub. I deflate in loneliness, "will you not show yourself to me tonight either, my Dream?"

A chill runs down my spine when the wind blows across me.

I gasp at the feeling of warmth on my cheeks.

I look out to the empty room, "Dream?"

Yes, my love.

I frown at the sound his voice, for the speaker nowhere in sight.

"Where are you?" I mutter softly.

I am attending to imperative business right now. I cannot be with you in my physical form.

I frown, "you've left me again?"

Sadness creeps up on me when he does not respond.

"You've left me again, my Dream. I'm all alone without you."

I sink down deeper in the tub as I hear him call out my name. My brows furrow at the sound of him.

You are not alone. You are never alone. I am always with you, my love, even when my form cannot be there. Always.

A bitter tear threatens to spill from my eyes, "it doesn't feel like it... are you not going to watch my debut? It's tomorrow night already."

My breath hitches when the I feel a ghost of a touch trail down my spine. Goosebumps rise all around me.

Nothing will stop me from watching you perform.

My heart leaps in my throat. I bite my lip at the thought as I feel myself break into a soft smile.

"I wish you weren't so busy. Then I wouldn't have to keep talking to you in my bathroom. It's the only other place quiet enough for you to hear me."

My shoulder tenses when the sound of his laughter echoes.

My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?

I knit my brows, "but you never respond to me anywhere else, my Dream, only here, and in my bedroom when Meg is not around."

Oh, beloved, there is so much that you do not yet understand about your Dream.

I pout, "then explain it to me," I rise from my tub, leaning on the side, looking out into the emptiness, "I am not a child."

I shudder when I feel a hand on my cheek. I place my own hand on the area, but it's not the same.

In due time, my love. I will reveal myself, my whole truth to you, in due time.

That was the beginning of the sweetness.

I remember vividly, as well, the first time he ever touched me. It was not like how one would touch a friend or maybe even a stranger. He touched me in the way I had never been touched before.

I hadn't understood the concept of the Dreaming yet, and so I was simply shocked to have met him in a park when he came up behind me. He had to explain to me that we were in his realm.

The soft smile on his lovely face at the time was enough to make me do anything he wished.

His lips found mine as his arms wrapped around me.

He did not give me time to ask any other questions spinning through my mind at that moment; I quite frankly didn't mind. His attentions on my skin and the kisses he left were more than enough.

And then he started to lift my skirt.

"Dream," I call as goosebumps rise on my skin. My Dream does nothing but pull me closer and move my clothing away so that he can touch my bare skin.

I jolt and whimper at his touch.

"Hush, my love," he mutters against my neck, "I swear to you that I will bring you nothing but pleasure, just as I have intended all along."

I am still tense when I feel his fingers move into me. I squeak and wrangle against him, but eventually the foreign and inexplicable want that builds within inside my being makes me lean into him and yearn more for his touch.

"My beautiful ge-"

I gasp when I hear my name being called in a panic.

Meg is looking down at me with worry laced all over her features, "have you had a nightmare?"

I turn to his, propping my elbows up as I stare at my friend.

She continues, knowing I was in pure confusion, "you were groaning and whimpering in your sleep."

I feel blood rise up my cheeks.

Meg knits her brows, caressing my cheek, "are you ill, my love? You've got a hotness about you."

"No," I shake my head, offering a bashful smile, "I am well, Meg. It was just my... my Dream."

It would then be Meg who truly experienced a nightmare, unshakeable ones at that. But at the time, I did not know it was my Dream's punishment for interrupting us.

That was what it used to be like living in the bliss of my naivete.

Even though I suppose it was always there, my Dream's darkness, it only became real when I allowed myself to see it.

My Dream started to turn into my Nightmare when I was reunited with my childhood friend, Raoul.

I had obviously been excited to see him again at the opera house. Raoul told me it was destiny. I felt uncomfortable by the idea that my Dream's brother would ever allow such a thing, but I did not tell Raoul that.

Whenever he visited me, Raoul offered me roses for each of my performances that he watched, and he made so to watch every performance I had, even going as far as being a patron of the opera, so to be able to watch me practice.

I, of course, was ecstatic to have my friend around. But Dream did not share my sentiment.

At first, my Dream acted cold. He acted hurt. He told me-

"I've heard his thoughts, he wishes to steal you away, to claim you as his own, to corrupt you," he seethes, gripping me by my arms, "do you want that?"

"No!" I shake my head rapidly.

"Do you want him to take my greatest and sweetest love away from me?" he mumbles, pushing me against the vanity. We were in the privacy of the diva dressing room, as I was now the diva of the show.

"No, my Dream," I frown at him, grabbing his face as he hoists me on the surface. I help him push my clothing up so that my exposed thighs could straddle his hips.

He begins to undo his trousers as he nods his head, "you belong to me, don't you, beloved?"

I lick my lips in anticipation of him while I nod myself, stealing a glance between his face and what his hands were working on, "I am yours, my love."

He pushes against my face with his as he presses a kiss on my cheek bone, "and I am yours, eternally."

I nibble my lips when he exposes himself. I let out a loud groan when he enters me.

"Pretty girl," he praises, "let them all hear who makes you feel this good."

I suppose, in fact, it was my fault that he snapped.

But it was not as though I could control who I dreamt about. And it was not like my dreams were something he should have readily dove into.

Dream had asked me, "do you want him?"

"Who?"

"Your childhood flame," he quips coldly, "Raoul."

I told him I didn't. Why wouldn't I when I was so in love with him?

But later that night, I dreamt of him, of Raoul. I was walking with my childhood friend in my childhood home. We were holding hands the way we did when I was younger. He was recounting his travels to me as we walked around the halls. I laughed when he joked he would steal me away. I joked that I would let him if he gave me all his chocolate.

And then Raoul turned into smoke. And then I was holding no one in my hand.

My childhood home began to crumble, and in my fear and panic, I begin to run. The walls broke down and the ceiling fell behind me.

It was a wonder that I made it outside.

But then I my soul nearly left me when I was grabbed by my arms and faced with a dark face.

A shiver ran down my spine when my Dream squeezed me and quipped, "you lied to me."

I panted as I looked at his face, drawn with fury, loathe, and madness.

"You told me you did not want him," my Dream hisses, jaw tight along with his accusation, "you did not want him to take you away from me, but you do!"

My breath hitches as his hands grab my cheeks and forces me to look up at him, "you think he could ever measure up to me? You think I would ever let you find out your inevitable disappointment?"

I grab onto his coat as I feel fear crawl up my spine.

"What makes you think I'd let you leave me? You are not meant to leave me-- you're never leaving!"

I release a shudder, "my Dream, please."

The darkness and tension on his face begin to unravel as tears begin to streak my face.

"You are mine," he words carefully, "you belong to me."

Out of instinct, I find myself nodding at his words as I repeat to him, "I am yours, my Dream, only yours." My lips begin to quiver as I am overcome by emotion.

He seems to be satisfied with my admission. He withdraws his harsh hold on my cheek and exhales deeply. He leans his forehead onto mine, his arms make their way around me.

I begin to sob into his chest when he pulls me close. He shushes me, "No," he mutters, "no, enough. Hush now, all is well. I would never hurt you, never you. Do not be frightened."

I hide my face in his clothing, he strokes my hair.

"I do not want to see you with that man ever again."

I do not respond to him.

He nuzzles against me as he breathes in heavily, "mine."

I really did try my best to stay away from him, but Raoul was always very persistent. He never liked losing when we were younger, and it seems his virtue only grew as time went by.

I told him we could no longer be friends, and his responses were nothing but childish, because he told me the notion was nothing but childish.

Then one day, he got me to laugh at his attempts.

I froze when Raoul said, "finally, I may be able to sleep well tonight, now that I've heard your laughter."

"Have..." my brows knit, "you not been sleeping well?"

It was painfully clear to me all of a sudden how heavy his eyes were and how tired the smile he gave me was, "I have been plagued by nightmares, little butterfly."

Raoul rubs my chin with the pad of his thumb, "do not grow uneasy by the thought. Your smile is medicine enough to my ailment."

The following day, he would not go back to the opera. Two days after that I would learn that he has not woken up from his deep sleep.

Dream acted as though nothing was wrong the entire time, and in my deep feeling of bewilderment, I began to avoid him-- hide from him. At first it was simply by ignoring him, then once caught, I acted as though I did not realize he was there to begin.

After a while, when I could feel him draw near, I would make attempts to flee him, except, there as no escape from Dream.

"Beloved," he appears from nowhere right in front of me, "why are you hiding?" He reaches out to my cheek.

My heart is thumping wild in my chest when he pulls me close, "was my darling playing a delightful little game to excite me?"

"Dream-"

"Well, I've found you now," he says, peering close, as his hands travel down my body, "I deserve my prize."

My breath begins to hitch when he roughly rips my skirt up. I grab ahold of his arms. His lips curve into a small smile as he watches me. He absolutely relishes the pounding pulse echoing in his ears. Dream leans down and leaves wet kisses on my neck, eliciting soft yelps from me when he begins to suck and graze my skin with his teeth.

"Cover my marks again," he breathes in between kisses, "I will give you more."

I whine when I feel his fingers find their way to my core. I begin to squirm, unsure of whether or not I want him to continue.

“Tell me how much you love me,” he mutters against my neck as his arms around me contrict

"Dream."

"I feel as though I'm suffocating when I’m not with you," he sighs, fingers fondling with my heat quicker, "if you leave me, I will cease."

His breathing grows heavy. He sucks in a sharp breath when I cry out at the feel of fingers enter my pooling wetness.

"Nothing will ever come between us," he croons, "I will destroy anything that comes in our way."

Though Dream's ministrations were something I had grown accustomed to, and even something I looked forward to, there was something about this moment that left a foreign feeling in me.

He made me feel so, so good, and yet, it felt so... wrong.

Then one day, it was I that snapped.

Everything that he's done, giving Meg nightmares, trapping Raoul in a constant state of dreaming, intimidating me then telling me he was nothing without me, all of the twisted things he'd done made me realize his love was demented, and it took performing one of his plays.

He had taken it too far by inspiring the maestro to write about our love story: a man who did the extremes for his lover, and how his lover had no choice but to accept his actions for the alternative was to remained shackled in the dark until his love was accepted.

I overheard the dancers talking about how this was the most tragic story yet, and how they're glad such a man did not exist.

I performed the arias with tears, danced with such desperation. I sang with so such sorrow that the whole house broke into tears.

Yet I saw him through my blurry eyes, I saw him smile at me with satisfaction

He did exist, this cruel lover, but he was not a man, he was Dream of the Endless, the phantom of the opera.

So I ran. I ran leaving everything, taking nothing but a coat and money to get away as far away as I could from my prison of an opera.

It was foolish, I knew. His words echoed in my mind-- "My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?"

The fact was he did not need my call for him to know where I was. But I would rather die trying than not at all.

It was very much like Dream to come and get me when I had myself believing I had a chance to get away.

My carriage stopped in the middle of the road with a loud cry of the horse and the driver.

I did not want to come out, I did not make a move to, because I knew he was right outside.

Really, there was nothing stopping him from manifesting inside my tiny carriage, and yet he still pounded on my door from the outside and demanded that I come and face him.

When I did not reply, he forced my door open, making me turn to him with wide eyes and taxed breath.

I cannot lie, I was surprised to see his distraught expression and his unkempt features. I did not think it would be possible for him to appear this way.

Dream reaches out for me. I watch him as his dark expression slips as I raise my hand out to him. I however do not hold him, instead I push him away.

His brows furrow tightly, "you will come with me at once."

A shiver runs down my spine at his command. I fake courage and clench my jaw, "no."

"No?" he tilts his head.

"I do not want to come with you anywhere at all," I mutter coldly.

Dream cannot mask the disbelief and horror on his face. I can see his expression slowly shift into anger as he speaks, "what has made you like this?"

"YOU have made me like this!" I hiss, leaning in, "you are hard and cruel," I shake my head rapidly, "you do not love me."

"I ONLY LOVE YOU!" he barks, removing further the distance between us as he leans forward.

"BUT I DO NOT!" I answer with the same intensity before pulling back.

His face falls. Wind begins to pick up begin him. His eye twitches, "liar."

I hold back tears as I grip my hands tightly. I shake my head slowly this time, "not anymore."

His face twists, he pulls back and his knees nearly buckle.

My heart feels as though it is being squeezed when I look at him. I cannot lose my advantage now, "I used to believe you were once my sweet Dream, but you are nothing more than a twisted nightmare."

"Stop," he points, "LIAR! That's not true- I- I'm still your Dream! I love you!"

"If you truly loved me, you would let me go!" I quip moving towards him, "you have to let me go, Dream."

"You cannot leave me!" he whisper-yells, "I want you to be with me, to stay with me, to love me!" He grips on the side of the carriage door, "even thinking about a world without you, a world where you are with someone else makes me sick."

I retreat from him when he tries to reach out for me. He is hurt by this. He slowly pulls his hand away, "can you at least pretend to love me?"

A chill runs down my spine when he says this.

He grows more desperate when he speaks again, "I implore you, tell me what err I've committed so that I man correct it," he drops on his knees, "I beg you not to leave me."

I turn away from him, rubbing my face as I did, to hide the tears that were threatening to show themselves to Dream, "close the door, Dream."

Dream's desperation leaves him, "no."

His change in tone makes me my blood still. I barely even see him when I turn to him and feel myself fade into darkness.

"If you will not come to me in your own accord," he says, standing, "then I will take you in my own."

[quirkle2]

Tac's mom?!?!!!?

TAC'S MOM ....i don't have a name for her just yet but she is so nice and so cool

as a little kid, before he rly caught onto the fact that it was Weird, tac would occasionally mention his death date in vague ways. it was natural to him, and until he got older, he didn't rly realize that this wasn't common knowledge. when he mentioned the end of the world in such a serious manner, it would make people look at him oddly, or they would never take him seriously. over time, from context, he got the memo; death date talk = tension and weird looks

he stopped mentioning it altogether somewhere around middle school, but his mom never forgot about it. when he was Rly young, it wasn't much to be concerned about—kids say some weird stuff, even if his obsession with The End seemed a little dark. but then he kept saying it. and with the way he talked about it, he seemed fully and utterly convinced of the end of time.

he was still mentioning it in passing when he got into middle school, and that kinda talk is a little more alarming coming from a 10 year old than it is coming from a 4 four old, somehow. 4 year olds will say anything, and when he was 4, he didn't really grasp the Weight of the Knowledge yet

his mom thinks this is . concerning, to say the least. having ur kid mention something like this in such a convinced, serious tone, SO consistently for years,,, it's unsettling. things like, "i dont need good grades mom im not even gonna live long enough to finish college," and, "you're never gonna get to pay off this house... that's kinda depressing."

she remembers the date he's mentioned a few times. october 18th. she doesn't know where he got this info, that he'd die some day in october. where did that even come from? and she wouldn't put so much stock into it if it weren't for his behavior Never changing

he was already kind of uncaring about consequences even at a pretty young age—he didn't apply himself in school, even though she Knew he was a smart kid. he got into a lot of fights and made the wrong people mad at the wrong times, and the only time he ever seemed to care was when it made his mom upset. she's rly the only thing stopping him from doing more drastic things that would get him into more trouble, even when he's older and he knows better

even when he stops mentioning the death date, he never changes that behavior, and it scares her. he never Starts caring; if anything, he cares less and less about his future the older he gets. he seems so convinced...

his downward spirals start showing themselves around middle school as well, and at some point she starts seeking professional help for him.bc this is not normal. outwardly, it looks a Lot like depression (and it is<3) and it takes some convincing, but tac finally agrees to be put on pills, if only to make his mom feel better abt it. they help a little. key word here being A Little. she tries to get him therapy too, but he's stubborn about it

she's very supportive of him, and mostly just worried out of her mind. she doesn't Get It and every time she tries to ask, tac either shuts her down or shuts down himself. maybe she doesn't need to Get It to help him tho. maybe she just has to be there for him

tac loves his mother dearly tho dude he loves and respects her so much. his least favorite thing in the world is stressing or worrying her, so he tries his best to appear like everything's fine, for her sake. he doesn't want her limited time on this planet to be spent pacing the living room about it all. he wants her to just live her life without worrying abt him

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships me when im obsessed with two things and I put them together

Summary: an anniversary tribute by Emilia Hartfelt.

"A Million Miles Away"

[Heaven]

1 year.

Theodore has been informed that it's been a year since he died, and went up to heaven for his soul is purer than the world he came from. It welcomed him with open arms, took him in a place where it was safer, nothing can hurt him anymore.

Oh, but heaven..

Heaven never had anything he wanted.

His parents.. his aunt and uncle..

Emma..

It's been a year that he dreamt of just one of them following him up here. A year of dwelling on a great loss, yet a new beginning for him.

He couldn't bear it. The pain. The suffering that came within. Still he waits. He doesn't care about who it is that follows him up in heaven, just.. just one of those people..

He avoided anything that reminded him of memories that will never fade until the end of time. And at this time of year, he didn't want to know what they were up to. He didn't want anyone to be miserable, especially the ones he cherished the most.

He just decided to stay here..

Let time pass..

He would have been 20 by now.

He wanted to think of something that would distract him, and that resulted to just watching the television. Watching the cherubs, life on earth, a cheesy rom-com, you name it. He almost chuckled at the holy christian parody of "Friends", which he found familiar from his mother and aunt.

Unbeknownst to him, he clicked on a button that transferred him to another channel.

His eyes widened, the setting.. the very stage of a club he knew all too well.. the place ge wanted to avoid.. lights flickered in the color of his eyes, and it seemed like something was quite familiar.

He never knew what it was for, until he saw a familiar figure of a woman walk up to the front, everyone standing in the crowd as she did so.

The lights flickered again, revealing her solemn expression.

Theodore noticed it. The all-too familiar red eye, her hair, her face.. everything in this woman resembled the one he loved most in this world.

He looked at her figure, looking deep into it.

She was shaking.

Oh, Emma..

The headlines of the livestream read: Fiancée of Late Theodore Hartfelt Offering a Tribute To His One-Year Death Anniversary.

Music started to play.

Theodore gasped at the word "fiancée". He never had the chance to propose to her. He saved up a ring, sure.. but he died before he got the chance to put it around her finger.

He looked at her as her right hand revealed a ring.

Theodore felt his heart sink into his stomach. It was the ring he saved up for her. The ring he put in an envelope.. the ring that when he bought it, he had already been practicing what he was going to say. The ring he promised himself he would give her after they graduated college.

Emma proclaimed herself as his fiancée.. his future wife..

His heart started to break even more when she sang.

Light glimmers in a flower

Like jewels in a dream

The sky breathes life, love to everything

At times I've thought "I'm not enough"

The chains that tied my heart

But there's still a path that lies ahead for you and I

Another headline called her, "Emilia Hartfelt."

He couldn't help but tremble when he heard her voice again, and she seemed to be holding back her tears.

Memories fade away

Clouds of yesterday

With no one to love

Is this life worth living?

Theo not only noticed her voice, her hands shaking.. but he also took notice of the words that came out of her lips.. now that he was gone, she doesn't see life having worth anymore.. atleast.. not that much worth as it used to have.

The camera pans to his mother, beside his father, aunt and uncle.

[Hell]

Come back to me, and stay by my side

I feel my heart shake

Come, ease this ache

I'm standing over here, reaching for you

A million miles away, come back and stay

"Emma.." Mal found herself muttering under her breath, seeing her daughter reminiscing about the love of her life, carrying an unmeasurable amount of pain in her heart. It was unbearable to see, but she needed it.

Aponi's breath shook, as she felt the words she sang resonating with her. Alastor held his wife close to him. They might have resolved issues now, but he felt like something had been missing.

Aponi felt warmth at his touch.

No matter how far the memories may be

When I close my eyes, you're all that I see

Come back to me

A million miles away, come back and stay

Emma knew that there was no way this will get to Theo, given that heaven is quite literally a million miles away, and she didn't even know he went up there in the first place. She didn't even know what she was doing, standing in front of a crowd singing her poor battered heart out. But she knew that letting go of the weight on her shoulders were the best thing for her, and probably Theodore.

He doesn't need her hung up on him after a year.

She's surpressed these emotions for satan-knows how long.

When she had stopped singing, she just looked down at the ground, barely facing anyone. She stood in long silence, so long almost everyone thought the whole thing was over.

She spent those times thinking about Theodore.. her Theodore.

She wanted to remember his eyes, the feeling of his arms around her, his voice, his lips.. telling her he loved her more than anything in all of hell.

A part of Mal wanted to approach the stage and take her out of there, for she thought it was too much for her.

But.. Emma had insisted she wanted to do this. For him. Aponi felt the same about the concern for Emma. She lost her true love, Aponi lost her everything, Mal and Vox lost a part of themselves. Alastor lost his legacy. When Theo went away, everyone lost.

And as much as they all wanted to bring him back, they couldn't.

After the long wait of silence, Emma finally sang..

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

"Theo, no! Val is a dangerous overlord that not just anyone can mess with! If it'd been easy to beat him I'm sure he's already gone by then."

"Emma, I want to be able to do this. For my father."

"What about your mom? You can't take Val, you don't even have a rank!"

"I'm not wasting my chances of making my father proud. I can't throw away my shot."

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

"Theo, please! I can't lose you.. I don't want to lose you. I won't let you do it!"

"Em, you won't lose me.. ever."

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

"What if I do?"

"Then I won't be far away from you.. even if we're a million miles apart.. I'll love you until the end of hell."

"I don't want that. I just want you here.."

"Then I'll be here! I'll be back before you know I'm gone."

"Theo.."

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

"Believe in me."

"..I believe in you, amor. More than anyone, or anything."

La-la-la-la

'Even if we're a million miles apart..'

Emma had stopped singing, her hand covering her mouth as she cried, finally. Mourning the loss of her beloved. Her most beloved.

"Emma.." her family in unison stated in concern. Emma never cried in front of anyone else, yet here she is in front of the crowd.

Mal looked around as voices begin to sing the tune of Emma's song. She gasped as she tapped Aponi's shoulder and clung onto Vox's arm.

Emma looked up from her misery upon hesring the crowd- Almost all of hell!!

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

The family found themselves joining in, as if calling out to theo, everyone's eyes glowing like headlights on a dark night.

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

At that moment, Emma understood now. Theodore wanted to protect whom he loved. He never had a death wish! He wanted to make his father proud.

He risked his life to defend their name. He was thinking clearly. He knew he never stood a chance against Val, but to die in such great honor was something to be proud of.

Hell never deserved someone like him. Never.

Right then and there, Emma decided she would be taking his name. In memory and love for him.

Emma felt herself smiling; a genuine smile she never had in a while.

To think that he no longer has to suffer the depths of hell, that he could no longer feel pain.. maybe it was for the best she starts letting go.

The music started to sound lively again, with her looking up at the sky and smiling.

Then she let something she never knew she had out. She spread her wings and flew as high as she could, feeling a not-so unfamiliar presence consume her again.

Love.

Sing, let your heart soar!

Sing forever!

Sad and so happy! Feelings flow over,

Now our world is full of all kinds of colors

Closing my eyes I can still see the stars

Shine in the sky, sing in their harmony

Flowers, they're blooming, oh it's beautiful

Emma flew all over the place, feeling finally free now that she'd decided to finally mourn theo's death, and not push away the feeling of overwhelming emotion.

Sure, she will still be missing him. She will still drop tears that are only for him, but she will be crying with a smile. With comfort that wherever he is, he is in a better place. No more pain. No more suffering. He won't be able to feel it all.

Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing this song, I won't stop now

Sing it through, I love you

The voice carries on

Emma finished her song, tears brimming her eyes as she looks down at her family in tears as well.

...

.....

[Heaven]

...

"Emma.." Theodore's eye twitched, before he broke into a fit of tears.

"Emma..!" He sobbed, falling to his knees as he clutches his chest. He had wanted to embrace her so badly, tell her that he was there, truly watching over her like he promised.

"I miss you so much, amor.. so much.." his hand covered his mouth. "And mom.. dad.. aunt mal.. uncle Vox.."

They all missed him, and he missed them as well.

I'll wait for you up here, Froggie.. I will.. no matter how long it takes for you to come here..

..I will be here reaching for you as well,

A million miles away.

[ethoslays]

ETHUBS COFFEE SHOP AU

EEEE oke so i imagine it like .. modern-ish ?

Both of them are like mid 20ies methinks But Etho looks much younger because of his style (i had to take the opportunity to put eefo in alt clothes. im not sorry) And as the note in art said, Bdubs is basically a plant mom– Bonus points if Etho turned out to be older than Bdubs after Bdubs would call him a kid. I- I see this happening. Even more bonus points if Bdubs is transmasc bcs i take this as a option here Alrighty so how i see the whole caffe- Surely it's in vintage style, there's a lot of plants and books on the shelves and vinyls on the walls….. pics i found on pinterest that kinda give me the vibe:

Oh and also! Scar and Ren work there with Bdubs! Scar always brings Jellie there and she often sleeps in pots.. Can you imagine Bdubs’ face when he was watering all the plants and in one of them he found a sleeping Jellie.. 

IMAGINE IF JELLIE WALKED INTO A JUST WATERED PLANT OH NO SHE’D BE COVERED IN DIRT……. I think Jellie chews on dirt too… and bites leaves.. Yeah it’s fun there- Also Grian shows up only when Scar’s there. He says it’s not on purpose but we all know the truth :>

Okok but back to ethubs LMAO

Etho when he shows up in caffe for the first time he just finds the most quiet and hidden corner and sits there. As much as he loves black coffee it’s actually not the first one he orders! He asks Bdubs for a recommendation, he mentions he likes black coffee but is like. y'know i haven't been here before i might as well try something you have to offer… Bdubs gayass brain is already turned on because. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GUY! THE GUY IN FRONT OF HIM! HOLY SHIT HE'S SO PRETTY WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! Bdubs is glad Etho didn’t give him exact order because he would fuck it up v badly. 

So he goes to prepare the coffee, but first; he almost starts screaming. He's flushed. His face is literally a tomato.  Ren looks at him and acts surprised like it has never happened before…….. But then Bdubs realizes he forgot to ask him for a name to put on his cup. Well fuck- (BONUS POINTS IF HE WROTE “emo boy :)” THERE..... IT’D BE SO FUCKING FUNNY..............) He draws a little butterfly :) He likes butterflies :) Etho doesn’t have to know it yet :)

But hey after all Etho did enjoy his coffee! And he even showed up another day again! Win for Bdubs’ gay ass !!!1 And that time he actually asked for the name just to misspell it immediately  yes he wrote “eefo” .. 

So yeah Etho was showing up like every two days or so- Bdubs kept misspelling his name but Etho figured that after a while he was doing it just to annoy him.

Etho’s revenge for misspelling his name was to order the most insane coffee in the world. Bdubs had to write it down because he knew there was no way for him to remember this shit. And afterwards he wrote Epoo on the cup:) 

JKAFHAKJ OK I'M DONE FOR NOW….. IF ANYONE'S INTERESTED I MIGHT WRITE SOME MORE STUFF JUST LEMME KNOW!!!

wait no i have some more random info– 

bdubs loves butterflies 

he has tiny colorful tattoos with flowers n butterflies all over his hands

He collects stuff found on the ground. of course he does.

he sees a flying insect. he tries to catch it. with his hands.

bug lover. ren hates him for it

etho keeps cups with his name being misspelled. not every but only the ones he finds funny

he/they eefo propaganda hello

sometimes he brings his sketchbook and doodles flowers . there's a few doodles of bdubs in there and that's the only reason he doesn't let him look at the doodles….

one time while paying he slipped butterfly doodles to give bdubs bc he figured bdubs is obsessed with them 

KK NOW I'M DONE TY FOR READING MY SILLY BRAINROT UR EPIC <3

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS A JOKE!!!?! I"M REALLY OUT HERE UGLY CRYING OVER A BAMBOO HAT???!!!

I ThoUGHT ALL THE EMOTIONAL PARTS WERE DONE!!!! DOWNFWJNWNFLWFNLW

Damn, this part wjnwkjfnwlfn, I think this paragraph speaks for itself

“You aren’t the God of Misfortune, but they would rather believe that you are, unwilling to believe you aren’t,” White No-Face said. “Once upon a time, you defied the heavens and created rain for Yong'an, yet now they won’t even donate a cup of water to you. To pierce you with a hundred swords might have been done out of desperation, but now, they’re not even willing to do something simple like helping you pull out a sword; they all found the task too difficult.

I know I already put my reaction up there for this scene but it deserves a second reaction:

The rain seemed to have stopped.

No.

The rain didn’t stop. It was something that was placed over his head, helping him block off that pouring rain!

Xie Lian whipped his head up to look, and saw someone crouched before him, pressing that bamboo hat that was on his own head on Xie Lian’s head.

…It was that man who was just cussing loudly at him!

IT WAS AN ACTION OF ONE SMALL INSIGNIFICANT MAN, ONE WHOSE NAME WE WILL NEVER KNOW AND HE DID AN ACT THAT WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR CENTURIES T-T IT WAS THE ACT OF A MAN WHO CHOSE TO PUT ASIDE DIFFERENCES TO HELP A FELLOW PERSON! IT WAS THE ACT OF GIVING UP YOUR OWN PERSONAL COMFORT TO PROVIDE COMFORT TO SOMEONE ELSE! IT WAS SUCH A FORGETTABLE ACT THAT SAVED MILLIONS OF LIVES NOT JUST NOW, BUT IN THE FUTURE! IT WAS SO SMALL YET SO LARGE THAT NO ONE PERSON COULD CONTAIN THE MAGNANIMITY OF THIS ACT I CANT IM ACC CRYING FROM THIS I CANT FONWOFINOQFNOEF

IT TOOK JUST ONE PERSON TO BRING HIM BACK! ONE PERSON OH M GOD I CaNt I cant my heart is so overwhelmed rn It's like suddenly the initial stabbing scene doesn't matter anymore, yknow?! There is still kindness left in this cruel ugly world, it's like no matter how harsh the land, there will always be a small white flower growing even when there is no water or light I CANT WJNWJNCWLNCLKW

“I SAID FUCK YOU!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THIS?? I AM THE CROWN PRINCE!!!”

Upon his face, two lines of tears were already streaming down from his eyes.

One person. Just one.

Really.

Just one person was enough!

INCOHERET SCREAMING

Under the rain, Xie Lian was holding that sword up, and he said darkly, “As long as you use this sword to pierce me, you won’t be affected by the Human Face Disease.”

I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND

'MY DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE' IWBIWUBCC HE DIDN'T FORGET HIS DREAM I AM FULL ON SOBBING OFHWHFWIHFWHFW

Xie Lian had his back turned to him. “If a day isn’t enough, then let it take a month; if a month won’t do then two months, three months! If I can’t save ten thousand, then I’ll save a thousand; if I can’t save a thousand then I’ll save a hundred, TEN, EVEN IF IT’S ONLY ONE!!!”

AND IT IS THE SAME PEOPLE SHOWING HIM KINDESS SNJSSJSJ OH MY GOOOOODDD

Xie Lian didn’t receive the excruciating pain he anticipated, but instead there was a loud and clear, “YOU CAN’T!!”

“…”

He whipped his head over to look. The one who knocked that black sword down was actually that little water merchant!

Ok I am obsessed with this random old woman lol

The wife of that little merchant kept elbowing him, but when she heard that she instantly exploded, yelling with her face red, “MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT, WHO’S SHORTCHANGING?? COME THE HELL OUT AND SAY THIS TO MY FACE!”

ahh so he chose banishment of his own will the second time. I dunno why baby boi was so ashamed of his shackles. He should have worn them with pride. Honestly, knowing how they came about, I don't think any crown he could ever wear would be compared to the beauty of these shackles T-T

Also it's super cute how he's helping build Mu Qing and Feng xin's temples, like an act of paying them back all they did in the past. And also love how he's trying to get their followers to get along (foreshadowing him matchmaking them in the future mayhaps?)

My heart cracked a little (not that it wasn't already cracked enough lol)

Jun Wu looked at him intently, and after a long while, he said, “Xianle has grown up.” This should’ve been something Xie Lian heard from his elders. Unfortunately, his father and mother had no more chances to say it.

wait Jun Wu killed White-No face in FRONT of Xie Lian....what in the heck is going on?!?!?!?! I am the edge of my seat!!

THE WHOLE HUA CHENG SCENE WHAT THE HELL I CANT IT"S LIKE CAN THESE TWO CALM DOWN!!!!! IF YOUR DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE MY DREAM IS ONLY YOU AND HE LIVED UP TO IT I WILL CRY I CAN'T PLZ COME BACK HUA CHENG I AM BROKEN BEYOND WORDS

He said to it, “I hope we shall meet again.”

Even after he had gone into the distance, that tiny, little red flower was still dancing in the wind.

The white flower and the red flower T-T

IT WAS ALWAYS ONE PERSON THAT HE NEEDED TO BELIEVE IN HIM AS WELL AND THAT ONE PERSON AS BEEN WITH HIM ALL ALONG I AM CRYING BDUFJDJDJFJFJFJFJJDJFJFJFJ I CANT FJCJCJJVJFKFKD PLZ DJDJXJJDJDJD THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

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i did not expect the last 3 chapters to be so wild, but damn....book 4 was wild. I feel like a war veteran coming out of a long drawn out battle....that I finally won...after losing so many people. I am fundamentally changed as a human, god this was insane

....and there's still book 5 left (immense dread)

[freshmanyearhistoryteacher]

hello i just found your blog and this is exactly what i was hoping for my blog omg i love it sm ,,,

can i possibly request a male english teacher with a breeding kink? i just want to get knocked up by an older man it hurts so bad ,,, student can be female or nb either is fine <33

UNFINISHED im sorry im so sick rn it hurts to exist. Also I've literally got such a back up of requests this user doesn't even have an account anymore 💀 💀  I hope they see it tho lmfao

Warning, contains:

mentions of how creepy the dynamic is

pet names

no sex surprisingly

Word count: 1, 530

It was an odd day. The weather hadn't been annoyingly warm nor bone chillingly cool. Classes seemed to fade past without the constant dragging of time usually accompanying them despite the final exams which crawled ever closer. She sat at the back of the class, though only a few chairs were still filled as the option of a "study break" had been offered to those already finished with assigned course work, with her hair tied back and pen scribbling across half filled paper. Three books balanced on the corner of her desk, the cover held down with a collection of pens which she rotated through as she changed from topic to topic and attempted a system of colour coding doomed to fail the second she left the class.

From the front of the room her teacher watched. He would have, if he'd been able to, spared more thought to the fact that it was very obvious that his eyes had not left her, but he was too transfixed to look away. It was the way short wisps of her hair blew in the breeze of the fan left on at the front of the class and the way she tapped her pen between questions. It was wrong. So awfully wrong. But he couldn't stop the itching that covered his skin and the flush that it bought to his cheeks. fuck, he thought, he should have worn looser pants today. But even the thought of having to pre-plan his outfits just for her made his skin itch more. He shifted his eyes to his desk, pretending to read an assessment by some lower grade student he couldn't remember the name of. He wanted… needed to touch her. It wasn't fair that she got to sit there, biting her perfect round lips, and he was forced to stay here. This was infuriating. He felt helpless, needy… out of control. He needed to make her his, needed to prove that he could. He scratched the stubble on his chin. He had often thought about how she felt about him, if she shared the same sentiment. The blushing glances and embarrassed brushes of hands as tests were handed out sure seemed to suggest she did. Even the way her friends stared at her every time he walked past in the hall made his heart stammer with pride. He glanced up from the desk and met her eyes, which widened and shot back down to the paper in front of her as she searched for where she had been last writing desperately. He smirked softly, glancing back down at his desk as well, only to feel her eyes once again return to him. Only after a torturous amount of time did the bell ring. Leaving enough time for him to desperately wonder what she had been thinking and how much of her work had been done in order to only seem busy whilst staring at him instead of truly caring for the classes. And exactly enough time for her to debate if he even cared or if her friends were correct in their assumption that the obsession was entirely one sided from her.

The room emptied yet she had not moved and he now waited standing near the door. The old wood slipped from his hands and clicked shut softly, causing her eyes to flicker up in the middle of her sentence but quickly move back down. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, her skin flushed, and her mind racing. She had planned to stay, and now she was here, and she was so unsure of herself. It was fooling to think he would want her but… He hadn't suggested she leave, in fact he was just looking at her with his head tilted to the side. She watched as he ran a seemingly frustrated hand through his hair and her anxiety spiked. Would he kick her out? Would he allow her to stay but leave himself? Would he stay with her?… Would he let her talk to him? Hug him? Do much much more than just that? A shiver crept over her skin. He pressed a hand to the door and she was sure he was about to swing it back open and demand she go home, yet he only seemed to ensure that it had closed and take a step forwards. He was moving slowly, cautiously, as if she was an animal to be scared. "Nothing is wrong," she blurting in fear that he had thought her staying was only at the benefit of cramming more study in. he smiled softly and nodded. "I'm glad," he said, tone low and barely above a whisper. He seemed so gentle and it confused her. He hadn't been a necessarily mean teacher, though she had only had him for this year where senior students were granted more leniency than others, but it seemed odd and it was her turn to tilt her head. It seemed as though their expressions took turns, each filtering between flustered and poorly hiding it, and curious as to the intentions of the other.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a small voice as he reached her desk. Her pens were still spread across the desk and her books, pages a mess, and phone thrown to the side. But he didn't respond. He stopped when he stood directly beside her, only half a step from disappearing from her sight as she remained staring forwards. He kept his eyes fixed on the back wall covered in work and posters. "I've been curious," he began. "How have you…" he seemed to reconsider his question before continuing, "enjoyed this class so far?" She turned her head to him, seeing mainly the lower area of his shirt which tucked into his pants unevenly. She blushed despite the so far, however strange, still formal nature of their conversation and layers of clothes between her face and his skin. "it's been good, I guess," she said and then stumbled to correct. "I've really liked it, I meant." He chuckled slightly and nodded. He leant back on his heels, shifting his weight awkwardly before tilting his head to the roof. An exasperated laugh escaped his lips. "It is final year english, there is only so much I can teach you that you would not already have known." She forced a small laugh but concern washed over her face. "Are you ok?" she asked and he grunted, still staring at the ceiling. He hummed and turned towards her desk, her face nearly brushing with his stomach from how close he had managed to position himself. His hands came to rest on her desk and his feet stepped back and he leant down to her. "I'm great, really just.." he was talking through gritted teeth, "really great." He stood up again, remaining further away this time. "And you I imagine aregood, perfectly good. Had class today, decided to stay back now for some extra study I am no doubt interrupting." She lurched forward with her hand to interrupt in fear of her presence being diminished to a simple study session alone. "No!" He met her eyes. "No!" She blushed, "No." She swallowed the ball in her throat. "I didn't stay to study… at least not alone." He hummed again, hands in his pockets and weight shifting around anxiously. Yet, his face was nearly predatory in contrast to the unsure posture. "Then what?" He asked, pupils dilating. "I was hoping," she paused. What had she been hoping for? Did she really expect him to want her like that? He was her teacher and he knew better… she was nobody to him. "Just to see… my grade?" Even to her own ears she sounded unsure and his body seemed to flicker between smug amusement and uncertainty. "Ok," he said as he turned his head away. "I can show you if you really want but you've passed every assessment with flying colours I mean. You really aren't worried about your grades right?" She nodded her head yet they both knew she had nothing to be concerned with.

He crossed the classroom space in as few steps as possible, his head bursting with confusion. Why did she stay then? Did she actually care so much about her grade? Why was that cute to him? Did she not want him like that? Had he been the creep he had been so afraid to be? His hand connected with the cold case of his laptop and he returned just as fast to her desk. He found her grades within seconds and presented them to her on her desk, Clearing a few of the papers out of his way first. "You haven't dipped below a 70 all year I mean," he seemed confused and she blushed harder. His breath was hot on her ear from how close he had learnt in but he seemed entirely unaware of it. She could smell the caffeine on his breath and faded cologne on his neck. It made her dizzy in a way which made her body pulse with excitement. She wondered if he could smell her too?

[thalassous]

oh i don't know the ship names UH sonya x dolokhov and anatole x mary

OOH LETS GO MY TWO BEST FRIENDS WHO ARE EVIL

SONYAKHOV

why don't you ship it?

I MEAN . i dont think with sonya's people pleasing/dismissal of her own feelings it'd be very fun even in like. an evil way but this is a HEAVY asterisk (i think dolokhov would find out who she was truly and absolutely despise her personally . and the crux of this ship is that dolokhov actually likes someone for once . via canon etc etc)

what would have made you like it?

honestly if dolokhov was more patient and less stuck in his own head, and if sonya ACTUALLY could stand to realize someone out there was willing to care for her without any blood relation (nobody ever ask me how i feel about the rostovs) give both of them time and they would be a good match for each other. my read on sonya is pretty aro as far as it goes and dolokhov DOESN'T have a very nice relationship with romantic love so i think. i think they'd understand each other on a certain level which is nice. (comet canon is soo different and thats a whole nother. thing)

despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

coming back to that asterisk. IF they were fucked up in a romance way. oh how badly would i be down for them. LIKE wap ships are gonna be interesting to me since there's already very few that are nice, healthy relationships. but if you took an obsessive dolokhov and a distrusting sonya and ACTUALLY made it work. grits my teeth together id be so normal about that dynamic .

MARYATOLE

what made you ship it?

I DONT SHIP IT ROMANTICALLY I JUSR HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR IT PERSONALLY. reading wap itself, marya thinking she can fix anatole and the possibility of that actually playing out is the best to me. i fuckihg love them. the blueprint is right there tolstoy did all of the work im obsessed

what are your favourite things about the ship?

ITS ANOTHER SUPER DUPER FUCKED UP EVIL ONE!!!! in the sense. that. we know for a fact anatole would never treat it seriously for even a second. marya is putting all her energy into this but she's probably aware of how futile it is and yet. she'd definitely end up feeling a little responsible for him and.. ! if that doesn't say anything about either of those two characters. im sorry marya you cant feel responsible for people i know thats what you're used to but :,(( anatole in fact needs people to stop letting him off the hook and taking his damage as their own failings :,((( let this man die marya hes gonna do it anyw—

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

mm. hey. i cant let you all into my brain but here me out. queer platoni[is shot and killed]

[rhymingtree]

Ooooh this is gonna be so much fricking fuuun. Hold on Im getting a snack.

Ok I have the snack its go time

It's time to admire Danny Gonzalez, as he does the incredibly mundane task of breathing. My god, he's beautiful.

Danny couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen those eyes somewhere else. It was the eyes he saw in the mirror at three in the morning.

We just started and I'm already getting slapped in the face by great little passages.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t know the man’s real name or what he did. If the Commander was sending Danny after the man, he must have deserved it. Danny was only sorry he couldn’t have killed him sooner.

Reminds me of how Danny saw his missions as 'fun' when all of it began until it became so much more... he's not really taking it personal yet, it's just a job. Mostly because Weston hasn't told him that he was trafficking humans.

He wasn't entirely paying attention when he looked into the Veles name, was he? God of treachery and cattle would have been a good clue.

It's okay, it's Danny. I forgive him. Because he's Danny.

She stood tall, her muscular frame shielding Dragovic as he moved. 

hot

Turner chuckled, patting him on the shoulder, “You’re a ray of sunshine today.”

Turner I love you

They really needed someone to work tech for them.

Preferably someone who isn't a redhead...

now I know that sounds like prejudice.... but really it's for your own good, avoid gingers at all costs. 😐

GHOST

OH MY LORD IT'S GHOST

“Just because she’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s good.”

See now if Danny called me pretty (even if he didn't mean it well) I'd probably melt

Ghost is a stronger woman than I am, because I would throw my entire life away for this man. I am a detriment to the feminist movement.

“She’s a killer, Gonzalez,” Weston said, “That’s all we need.”

Gee thanks, old man. Glad to be of service.

But goddamn that is a cold man.

wooooh title card

wooooaaaah main theme blasting in my head ooooh title credits

I really love having a focus on Danny, it's great focusing on him now as the main character

I love this man with all my heart

Every time Daeva Khatri appears I am instantly reminded I'm not straight.

I'm a simple woman. I see a pretty person (no matter how morally reprehensible their existence is) and I melt.

... That only applies to fictional characters.

 “Just because she kicked your ass doesn’t mean you have to target her.” “Just because Dragovic has beat you at every turn doesn't mean you need to start improvising out your ass.”

I love their back and forth banter

Ooh dragon tattoos how fun

The bar was a dusty hole in the wall. It was small and crowded. Smoke wafted up through the rafters and seeped through the holes in the metal roof. It reminded him of the only bar that had been open after a mission he’d run in Nevada. The one where he’d nursed a drink and his wounds at the same time and Weston had finally decided that they were going to have to add a medic to the team.

Oh... that's why Turner was recruited... here I thought it was because Danny discovered a new allergy and didn't have an EpiPen handy

I love watching Danny work his magic on unsuspecting henchmen... it's so fun

“War travels like pox. It’ll be here before you know it. And, I’ll be here. Waiting for it.”

That's so fucking cold. I love it.

It didn’t seem that any of Dragovic’s men were keen on hiding. It was easy to see them coming from a mile away. If their tattoos didn’t give them away, their cocky demeanors did.

Cas hired some very careless people as henchies...

Also a fucking tattoo that everyone shares is like... you're either in an organized crime ring or you're all besties with matching tattoos.

Wouldn't it be so funny if it were the latter instead of this whole mess? Like they're all just big Game of Thrones fans are weirdly obsessed with Targaryens and dragons and shit

As it clattered across the floor, he grabbed a pair of scarves that were carefully draped across the bed and snapped off his belt before turning back to the man on the floor.

He snapped off his belt... oh my god

My mind went straight to those tiktoks of men taking off their belts with one swift motion...

I am so sorry my brain is like this, it is not the time nor the place to have my mind so deep in the gutter

Bondage... ok

For a second I'd have called Simon a lucky lucky man

Danny picked him out in a group, and Danny bought him drinks, and now he's waking up tied to a chair after being drugged and gagged, with Danny in a bedroom

lucky man

my morals have been thrown out of a window

remember that scene from the last of us when Pedro Pascal (light of my life) had two people taped to a chair with a knife in one hand screaming into their faces? Yeah this is giving the same vibe and I'm living for it. I need to rewatch that show again (for the pain and for the feral Pedro)

Danny hit him.

Ay. Kinky.

Darke I am so sorry for objectifying your poor leading man he doesn't deserve this, but you've timed this so badly... I'm at *that* part of the hormonal cycle and I can't control myself

Oh my god he tied his hair up OH MY GOD

I.... ok I need to go calm myself down in a corner

think sad thoughts think sad thoughts think sad thoughts DON'T BE HORNY

He shrugged, fighting the grin that worked to his face as Simon’s muffled yells echoed through the room.

good god, the depravity... I'm loving this

THIS IS NOT THE TYPE OF REACTION THIS SHOULD BE GETTING FROM ME

I need to be institutionalized.

“I don’t even have to get paid for it. This part of the job, I really enjoy.”

We both need to be institutionalized this is all very concerning

I'm sure Freud had something to say about this sort of thing...

Before he knew what he was doing, Danny’s hand wrapped around Simon’s throat—Silencing him. “Mi amigo,” he crooned, glaring down at the man, “This isn’t going to go well for you.”

IT'S GOING REMARKABLY WELL FOR ME KEEP GOING

tonight is a night of self discovery for me... good jesus

y'know it would be funny if I read Sword of Damocles right after this. To sober up. To remind myself I'm about to melt into a puddle for a dead man.

“Emmenez les enfants dîner,” he said, holding his ground as the woman’s gaze fell on him, “Emmenez-les au marché pour une friandise après.”

I love him. I really love him.

Aw dang. We don't get to see him butcher up the dragon tat?

That would've been fun.

But hey... I have enough Danny thots to last me a lifetime (until the next chapter) so I am grateful

The rest of the time Danny spent frantically cleaning up the small room and praying to whoever was listening that he’d get all the bits of fingers cleaned up before the kids got home.

Now I'm just imagining Simon's poor toddler playing with their dad's severed thumb... ew.

This is giving Narcos vibes and I love it.

Italian names are so fun to me, there's somthing so sinister and yet so silly about Giovanni...

“Cigarettes? Again? I thought you quit.” “I'll quit tomorrow,” 

That's what I always say... either you actually quit or life quits you. and you just die. 😀

Simon may have been a pawn to Dragovic but Danny was a stone to the Commander. He was a tool to be used. But, maybe that was okay. Maybe, if he could stop men like Dragovic, it was worth it.

There's something so fascinating about how he willingly objectifies himself if he thinks it's for the greater good.

IMAAAARAAAAAA

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP THE REAL STARS OF THE SHOW HAVE ARRIVED

He froze, frantically putting his shirt back on before practically tackling Turner from his chair to see the two figures on the screen. “Look at my girls!” he exclaimed, grunting as Turner shoved him away and he grabbed another chair to pull up in front of the laptop.

oh... they're already a family... 🥺

“Hello, beautiful,” he crooned, “El tío Danny está aquí.” 

ok no fair now i'm crying

tio Danny... 😭

I love watching Imara and Danny tag team Turner

now I'm realizing... besides the flashback of Nea being born, this is the first interaction between Imara and Danny that we see...

dang it. I thought all I was getting was the thots, now I'm getting the sads too

oh yay second person how fun

BABY GHOOOOST

DARKE

I know I already apologized for the um... sinful thoughts I couldn't help but have. But that's your fault. You wrote a beautiful man. I just get to appreciate it.

And then you kill that beautiful man. How dare you.

In fact you killed him in the first chapter we ever saw him in. And then you make him take off his belt like that... good jesus darke.

But no for real I'm loving the characterization of Danny. I can't wait to see more of him, and to see more of Casimiro and how they're foils of one another (foil? is that the right term?)

And a baby Nea cameoooo we've been blessed!!

God, this was a ride. I can't wait for more. The more Origins I get the more my thoughts about Danny wander. It's not healthy anymore.

CHAPTER 02: HE CALLED ME THE SPANISH SHADOW

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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“Lemme ask you another question, mi amigo. Do you want me to shave this off?” He began, tapping the tattoo again before slicing a short nick along the mark. He watched as blood dripped from the wound and Simon yelped. His gaze flicked from the wound to Simon’s eyes before he pressed the blade against the first knuckle of his index finger, “Or, do you want me to start taking off fingers? Piece by piece?”

Simon’s eyes widened as he strained against his bonds before Danny finally pulled the knife away.

“Do you not care? Hm? No?” he asked, ignoring the man’s muffled pleas as he shrugged, “Then I’ll choose.”

He turned his attention back to the tattoo, his gaze darting over it as his smile dropped, “I don’t like this. You know what that means where I come from?”

Danny rose to his feet as he assessed the man’s arm. For the first time in a long time, he contemplated the best way to skin a human being.

“Mi mamá, she called them cuélebre,” he said, pressing the knife against his skin, “I don’t like cuélebre. Do you know what that means?”

Danny didn’t allow Simon to answer before he swept the knife along the tattoo, lifting away a shelf of skin.

“It means, I don’t like men like you, Simon. I kill them.”

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[sailorhyunjinz]

Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years. 

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n” 

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted. 

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table. 

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend- 

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along. 

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey. 

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible 

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot- 

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live. 

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job. 

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind. 

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time. 

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL- 

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet- 

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it. 

“answer.” 

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym 

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him. 

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,, 

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving. 

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes 

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived- 

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up. 

[officialbillhader]

hi! im a sucker for meta posts so can I bug you to expand on your point of dennis' saves the day relating to his trauma, please?

Oh shoot okay im gonna try to word this in the best way possible wish me luck

Ok so the entire point of the gang saves the day is what the gang truly fantasizes about right? Here's what we have: charlie's is decently happy (lives a good life with the waitress), frank's is super happy (gets to eat hot dogs), dee's is happy basically (tbh ive already forgotten how hers end but she does have her dreams come true with acting and marrying josh grobin and divorcing him to get with brad pitt and also killing the gang (technically her abusers but thats a different story idc to get into bc this is a sitcom)), and mac's is happy (dies a martyr, ends up by beefcake god's side), but dennis's doesn't end happy. And i think we need to dissect it.

At the start, he acts with suave confidence and manliness, but immediately fails when he tries to talk the robber out of robbing the store and he gets shot in the head with barely any type of chance. Yet, he survives. Before he wakes in the hospital, we see a clip show of all his sex scenes, his psychotic breaks (hallucinating the mental hospital, marrying maureen on a whim, declaring himself god) and then we have jackie, both there bc shes a sexual conquest dennis has never managed despite his best efforts, and to remind the viewer she exists bc lets be real i forget her name every five seconds.

Also worth mentioning is how dee is not in his fantasy, and the other members of the gang leave him immediately the moment the doctor mentions them supporting him. They certainly dont support him.

He figures out his dick doesn't work. He doesnt care about his legs, he cares about his dick. If you ask me, theres an unhealthy obsession with his dick and the "joy", or rather, control it brings him. What you get aroused by is partly out of your control (you can certainly feed your obsessions, but no matter), however what you do with your genitals is your choice. He can manipulate all he wants to feel the sense of power and control and he can stick his dick in whatever he wants, as long as its his coice. Yet, for some reason, in his supposedly happy fantasy, his dick is broken. He's completely lost that means of control in his life, but if this is supposed to be a happy fantasy, that's actually what he wants, right?

Even without his dick, his one weapon of power, he still believes himself worthy of life. Once jackie denardo shows up, at least. Solely because of her breasts. Now its super interesting to think abt the ambiguity in which we dont know whether his dick ever works again. Yet, he works hard in order to walk again (and breakdance. I guess to prove his value as a man again but thats a stretch). When he walks again, jackie is proud of him, making him feel worthy. You could say that his legs working is basically a metaphor or connected to his dick, but then id say that theyre different appendages. Could go either way. Does it work or doesnt?

But theres no sex scene. Theres not even anything to imply they had sex. In fact, it's only the beginning that he directly stares at her breasts, the one thing this man cares about on her as show in previous episodes. They're basically covered up later too. So his fantasy kind of morphs into him simply wanting emotional support, but even his fantasy brain realizes this isnt feasible bc the moment he says he loves her, he's directly responsible for her being hit by a car.

Consequently, hes responsible for her losing her breasts. Also note that the doctor says "we did everything we could to save them" and he doesn't say that abt dennis's dick. Idk if that has a lot of significance but i wanted to mention it. Essentially, despite the earlier show of emotional wanting, he decides she isnt worth anything to him without her breasts. Even though we're not even sure his dick works. This kind of ties into how he values himself as a sexual being vs others as sexual beings (he can exist outside of sex but the women can't. Think him scaring them in the dennis system, ignoring their lives outside of himself and the sex he can have with them).

Cruelly, he decides that shes not worth existing without her breasts. And he kills her. In a straight juxtaposition to how his recovery started. Shes simply not given a chance bc he only values her for her breasts. And this opposite to 40 seconds earlier when he was going to tell her he loved her.

Once again, his fantasy is not happy. In it, he takes away his source of control, possibly gives it back to himself (depends if you believe in his dick being fixed or not), but takes it away once again by getting rid of jackie's breasts, and finding it in a different way. Nonsexual beings arent worth anything to him and the idea of emotionally and physically supporting someone is more threatening to him than murdering someone.

Women are sex to him. This can all be tied into his misogyny, his inability to have normal relationships, platonic or romantic, but, ultimately, its all trauma, and its bad enough that it manifests directly in whats supposed to be a positive fancy.

So anon i will leave you with

Confusion

[khaleesiofalicante]

Ok imma be honest, this chapter moved me to tears and not the sad sobbing but the more inspiring kind. This chapter means the world.

She had told them her dreams were about ducks – since there were the only equally horrible thing she could think of.

Uncle Magnus had given her an odd look then, as if he knew she was bullshitting them. But he hadn’t said anything.

DUCKS AREN'T THAT BAD! HAVE Y'ALL EVER BEEN CHASED BY A GOAT?? I WAS CONVINCED I WAS GONNA DIE

Lexi would be royally pissed if this turned out to be some stupid pointless dream.

YUP

Even though she was only 7 minutes older than Lexi, Selena always acted like she was 7 years older.

That's so cute though

People looked at her pastel-coloured aesthetic immediately assumed she was the soft and sweet Fairchild twin. People saw Selena in her red leather jacket and thigh high boots and assumed she was in the infamous troublesome Herondale twin.

SMH THE DAMN STEREOTYPES

Why Selena hadn’t killed her in her sleep yet, Lexi doesn’t know.

BYE THAT'S EVERY SIBLING RELATIONSHIP EVER

The meals at the Academy were to die for – quite literally. Last week two students from the warlock fraction had almost killed each other over a blueberry muffin.

Oh how times change...they will never know the dreaded soup

NO ANJALI HAS BEEN GONE FOR OVER A YEAR???

IS JAIME OK?? PLEASE BE OK! HE CAN LIVE WITH TREATMENT SO I REALLY HOPE HE'S OK

Selena’s was Idris of course. She was kind of obsessed with it.

Max loved the shadow markets. Lexi thought they were very cool too.

Rafael loved his father’s office – which was weird. There was nothing to do in that room other than ponder about shadow world problems. Besides, the place still weirdly smelled like the tangerine perfume Anjali wore, even though the girl had left New York almost a year ago.

David loved the New York Institute – especially the library.

Gigi of course loved the dining halls.

Dining halls, kitchens, food trucks, vending machines - if a place had food with it, Gigi loved it.

It's so amazing how they all have their favorite places...(same David same)

“You’re supposed to pour the syrup on the pancakes not into your mouth,” Lexi chuckled as she sat down next to her.

“It ends up in my mouth anyway,” Gigi shrugged.

True enough.

AWW ROMAN MAKING GIGI PLAYLISTS!!

Someone make me a playlist.

“His parents fell in love in Rome when they were in Rome,” Gigi pointed out even though Lexi already knew. “I think it’s actually romantic.”

I had forgotten that-

Roman was nice. But not nice enough for Georgia. Lexi didn’t think there was anyone good enough for her parabatai – who was the most perfect person in the world.

Me @ anyone who tries to make a move at my best friend.

AWW GEORGIA LIKES HIM TOO!!

When's the wedding?

(you're telling me you didn't believe you were gonna marry your childhood crush? Liar)

“I like being his friend,” Georgia said. “I like spending time with him and all of that. But I don’t know if I like him…in that way. I feel like I need more time.”

Demiromantic??? YES GIVE US THE REP

Lexi sometimes thought life would be so much simpler if the world was full of women and everyone was a lesbian.

Ikr?? Life would be so much easier.

Lexi says Roman is too-nice-sus

Well well well

The kind of love that cheated death.

The kind of love that sustained memory spells put by princes of hell.

The kind of love that changed the world.

Trust me all of our standards are very high

Lexi successfully survived the class without falling asleep.

Me during English.

Ok who's the blond?

Lexi I thought we weren't gonna fall this soon-

Oh the girl's straight...sigh we've all been there.

which meant they had to hold hands. Kinda.

Lexi was a little scared of that.

Me.

Goddamnit, Alexandra. Get your gay together!

THAT'S SO RELATABLE LIKE?? YES

OH MY GOD IT'S EMMA AND JULIAN'S DAUGHTER GEIDIDHDOHDJSKSJSKGXJDHSODHKDGDDGDJHDJDGDJDGJDHD

Lexi knew Olivia liked boys. She hadn’t dated anyone officially of course. All the boys were kind of terrified of her father.

She could be bi or pan or omni. WE GOTTA HAVE HOPE

vegetable loaf... David I'm so sorry you had to go through this.

Lexi then decided not to do any of her homework over the weekend because she was not coming back to the academy. She was not going to survive the sleepover and whatever else Olivia had in mind.

Bestie...why is this me when I make eye contact with my crush.

“Good stuff?” Max snorted. “Rafe literally ran away from home cause shit got too intense.”

“I didn’t run away!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Stop telling people that!”

“But you have rumours and shadowhunters getting thrown into silent city and cohort drama and all that exciting stuff!” Liv pointed out.

I-

Liv-

True though.

“Wasn’t there a serial killer when your parents were young?” David asked.

“And didn’t your uncle do necromancy?” Max said biting into a chicken wing.

True and true

“Sorry, Chouchou!” Lexi winced. “I, uh, sensed a mosquitoe on your leg.”

“Girl, your angel powers are weird as fuck,” Max laughed.

MAX LANGUAGE

“I don’t know,” the girl shrugged and threw her a wink. “I wouldn’t put anything past Lexi.”

Lexi looked at Gigi. She was one more compliment away from screaming.

But Gigi of course knew her struggle and therefore quickly stuffed a bread roll into Lexi’s mouth.

I need someone to stuff bread into my mouth when things get like this

There were rumours about David – and how Daddy had an affair. Lexi was yet to find those asshats and shove a witch light down their throats.

When you find them lemme know too.

“Or maybe it’s because you don’t need rumours be interesting,” David pointed out.

Max turned around, looking surprised at that. His cheeks turned purple. Lexi didn’t know why he was surprised. David only ever spoke fondly of Max.

JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY OH MY GOD

“Oh. Oh! I did hear something a long time ago!” Gigi said suddenly. “Olly, is it true you were conceived at the beach?”

“Georgia, you can’t just ask people where they were conceived!” David sounded horrified.

That is very much possible.

“I heard you were conceived in hell?”

“Oh my god,” Selena looked horrified. “That’s not true! It must have been about Max!”

“Y’all I am adopted!” Max was shaking with laughter and then stopped. “Although our dads could have definitely had sex in hell. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

Oh yes. Both clace and malec.

Then they had of course continued to discuss that cursed topic until Rafael had threatened to tell the Consul about it.

LMAO

Lexi turned around and saw Liv waiting for her. Nope. She wasn’t going to talk a walk – a fucking stroll! – with Olivia all on her own.

“You are coming back to the institute with me or I will un-parabatai you.”

You know there being an un-parabatai ceremony would solve a lot of shit

What if their hands accidentally grazed or something? That shit was lethal.

RIGHT????

She is just trying to be nice. That’s what friends do. They are nice. And they give each other pretty dresses and say they would like to see them in it.

Honey that's gay.

EVERYONE ASKING HER OUT IM DEAD

Selena: Ugh boys

Selena: When I win back Idris, we are leaving all the men behind.

Lexi: Except Magnus? Lol.

Selena: Obviously.

Is that even a question Lexi? Duh.

ALEC LIGHTWOOD THOUGHT SHE WAS STRAIGHT? THE SHAME!

OH MY GOD IM CACKLING

Not everyone can kiss their partner in the Accords Hall. Some people didn’t have access to the Accords Hall.

And most important, some people didn’t have partners!

We're getting a lexi and Alec talk someone hold me

“I’m going to tell you something,” Uncle Alec said. “It might sound simple. It might sound ridiculous. But it’s the truth. So, you must believe me. Can you do that?”

Lexi gave him a small nod.

“It doesn’t matter what other people think,” Uncle Alec said. “Not when it comes to your future. Not when it comes to your identity. They don’t get to have a say in who you are and why you are the way you are.”

Lexi bit her lip.

“Alexandra, people will always tell what to do. But you shouldn’t let them. Never let anyone tell you what to do with your heart or your body. Neither belongs them. It only belongs to you.”

THIS RIGHT HERE MADE ME START CRYING BECAUSE DAMN YES!

“Yep,” she groaned and then hesitated for a moment. “Uncle Alec…Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Can I say no?”

“No.”

“Then go ahead.”

I love her so much

“I feel…I feel it’s something we have to bear, Alexandra. The fear of rejection. It’s something we have to accept as an inevitable part of our lives. Because no matter how much love we have around us, we will always be afraid of people not loving us – simply because of who we are.”

Yeah...

“Besides, they named you after me,” he pointed out. “I don’t know what else they expected.”

EXACTLY! Did they really expect a straight child after naming them after Alec?

“I do like shouting,” Lexi wondered out loud. “That’s good advice.”

“I didn’t mean it literally!” Uncle Alec looked alarmed.

“No, it makes total sense!” Lexi grinned. “Some of these people can be tone deaf. Gotta shout it out. Loud and clear. Awesome advice! Thanks, Uncle Alec!”

DO IT

“Hey, Lexi. I was wonderin-”

“MOVE, I’M GAY!” she yelled as she shoved him aside and kept on running.

ABSOLUTELY ICONIC

“I prefer she/her,” Lexi answered. "But sometimes I prefer she/they. But you can use she/her because some of y'all already shit at grammar."

That's exactly what I tell people when they ask for my pronouns. Istg people are shit at grammar.

alright girl im here to give you a lecture on how someone's dressing doesn't describe their sexuality

OH MY MY GOD THERE WAS A GENDER AND SEXUALITY CLASS IN THE ACADEMY ARE THEY RECRUITING???

One of the boys who had complimented cleared his throat. “So, uh, you don’t like boys?”

“That’s literally what I said,” Lexi rolled her eyes. “I’m gay. I’m very gay. I’m gayer than the Consul. Okay fine, that’s not true. No one gayer than the Consul. But I’m still pretty gay.”

Does the boy have hearing problems?

ALSO YES NO ONE'S GAYER THAN THE CONSUL

“Sexual orientation and gender expression are two different things,” she explained now, remember what Uncle Magnus had taught them. “Sexual orientation refers to who I am sexually and romantically attracted to. Gender expression is how I want to express my gender identity. Those two are not connected. Just because a woman wears feminine clothes it doesn’t mean she is straight. Just because a man embraces femininity, it doesn’t make him gay either. Does that make sense?”

“Ohhh,” the girl nodded. “Yes, it does. Thank you!”

“What I wear does not reflect who I like. It reflects who I am and what I like to wear,” Lexi explained. “And regardless of my sexuality, I like pretty things.”

Exactly.

“This doesn’t change anything. I hope you know that,” he told her. “I mean I have to change the pronouns in my shovel talk. But that’s not a big deal.”

Awwww

Also – my good friend Raziel told me that homophobia is a sin.”

“You mean homosexuality is a sin?” an older man asked.

“No, homophobia is a sin,” Lexi repeated. “That’s what Raziel said.”

“But that’s not-”

Someone cleared their throat. When he spoke, it was in the Consul Voice.

“Are you saying know better than Raziel?” the Consul asked.

Listen to Raziel you dumb shit

“Sure. Let me just call the Lesbian Alliance,” Lexi rolled her eyes.

Ugh I wish

OH NO NO NO NOT THE FAKE DATING. JUST CONFESS AND DATE FOR REAL

“Alexandra, I have a fucking undercut and I have pink highlights and I cuff my jeans and I literally walk around with a sword and I can quote Lady Gaga to perfection! Why would you ever think I was straight??”

Lexi your gaydar is broken bestie.

Don't do this omg this is gonna be a mess

Gigi: THIS IS A BAD IDEA. ABORT! ABORT!

Lexi: Relaaaax. It’s going to be fine!

Gigi: I’ve read enough fanfiction to know the fake dating trope never ends well!

Lexi: I’ve told you to include the ‘angst with happy ending’ tag!

LMAO

Also Gigi which fanfiction do you read?

Jace omg...

That's so him though.

“How about my peeps? It sounds very hip.”

“It does not,” Lexi replied. “Please don’t refer to us as your peeps under any circumstance."

IM SCREAMING ASHSKHSIDBSHSHDH

Her father chuckled at that. “Sweetheart, you’re a Herondale. Being problematic is what we do.”

EXACTLY

Daddy opened the notebook again. “I need names.”

Grabs flamethrower names

“Besides, the Lightwoods and Blackthorns have been hogging the gay genes for too long. Now it’s our turn. I say you gay it up.”

“Gay it up?” Lexi laughed.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Go for the highest possible level of gay.”

DO IT

He blinked for a second and then it hit him. “OH MY GOD YES! DOES EMMA KNOW??”

Lexi laughed. Yeah, he can never find out it was a fake dating situation.

Hopefully he won't have to because it won't be fake :D

“To love is a privilege and to be loved is a blessing.”

THE GROWTH OH MY GOD

This chapter literally means so much to me. I don't even know what to say. I hope I too can one day have the courage to shout it in front of everyone and not be scared. See ya on Tuesday!

It means so much to me that this chapter meant a lot to you. I hope you find all the courage, strength and support you need. You are amazing.

And here. I made you a playlist.

You can find it here on YouTube. I hope you like it :)

[settersprouts]

꒦ ikanaide : chapter three ! ꒦

病欠

. . : iwaizumi gets sick and doesn't tell oikawa. oikawa notices he's not at school and skips practice for the first time to take care of him.

or, iwaizumi doesn't like to take medicine and oikawa can cook.

sniffles. coughs. that's all that could be heard through the iwaizumi household at five am, the time hajime iwaizumi was supposed to be getting ready for school. hanako iwaizumi sighed, not ready to deal with a sick hajime. reluctantly making his way out of the bed he shared with aiya, he got a bucket, a couple of rags, and starting the trek to his son's room.

``hey-`` hanako started, but was interrupted by a coughing fit. ``hajime. how you feeling?``

his son smiled up at him grimly, wiping at the snot in his nose. ``like shit.``

``language.``

``sorry.``

hanako let out another sigh, wringing one of the rags out and placing the damp cloth on his forehead. ``symptoms?``

``cough, sneezing, my nose is runny- and my throat hurts,`` iwaizumi managed, his voice dry and scratchy.

``that bad, huh?`` hanako set the bucket down on the floor, pulling out his phone and thumbing at his screen. ``i'll text your coach and teachers to let them know you can't make it.``

iwaizumi nodded, letting out a small groan. his eyes suddenly flung wide open, and he sat up abruptly, scaring hanako a little. ``don't tell oikawa! he's going to try and skip school to take care of me, i'm sure.``

hanako chuckled, giving his son a little thumbs up and pushing him back down. ``i got it. i'll just let him figure it out himself.``

his son sighed in relief, letting his entire body relax. ``thanks, old man.``

``i'm not old. want some oatmeal?``

``that'd be great. thank you.``

a smile pulled at hanako's lips. ``alright, coming right up, kiddo.`` he made his way out of iwaizumi's room, leaving the door open so air could filter through.

``don't make it sweet! i hate it sweet!``

``i know that!``

hanako made his way into the kitchen, almost running into his wife. ``whoa- oh, good morning, love.``

``morning, hanako.`` aiya yawned, her face contorting into an expression of confusion. ``where's hajime? he should be getting his breakfast ready by now.``

``the kid's sick,`` hanako replied, kissing his wife on the cheek. ``i'm getting him some oatmeal for breakfast.``

aiya nodded, opening a drawer and pulling out a thermometer. she handed it to her husband. ``make sure to take his temperature, too. i want to know if i need to have a doctor over.``

hanako deadpanned, letting out a gruff laugh. ``babe, that's a meat thermometer.``

``oh, is it?`` she smiled apologetically, putting it back and switching it with the other thermometer. ``here, take this, then.``

he reached out to grab at the cool metal, letting it sit in his breast pocket as he got iwaizumi's oatmeal ready. ``can you go get him some cough medicine, or something for his throat? hajime says it's sore.``

his wife nodded, and padded over to the fridge, reaching above it to open the medicine cabinet. she sorted through bottles and bottles of over-the-counter medicine, before finally reaching the cough and sore-throat remedies. pouring a little bit into a plastic cup, aiya put the bottle back and closed the cabinet, placing the cup onto the tray with her son's water glass and oatmeal on it. ``there. have you called hajime's school, yet?``

hanako nodded. ``mhm. already done. hajime doesn't want oikawa-kun to know he's sick yet, so don't tell his mother. knowing her, she'll spill the beans somehow.``

aiya let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth as she did so. ``i understand. he'll probably want to skip school and tend to hajime all day.``

``that boy is something else.``

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

oikawa tapped his foot impatiently, standing at the intersection where he and iwaizumi usually meet up. they were supposed to get there early so oikawa could grab something from the convenience store- it was his nephew's birthday, after all, and he wanted to buy some red velvet cake mix.

he let out a sigh, pulling out his phone to check the messages he had with the ace.

› Messages with : Iwaizumi, Hajime

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] go to sleep already, you idiot

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] i know you're up watching volleyball matches

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] it's late, get some rest or i'll hit you

¹¹⁻³⁹ ᴾᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] yeah, yeah, got it iwa-chan ಠ_ಠ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] you don't have to be so rude, you know

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] and why r u so obsessed w hitting me ?

¹¹⁻⁴⁰ ᴾᴹ

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight

¹¹⁻⁴⁰ ᴾᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight, iwa-chan :D

¹¹⁻⁴¹ ᴾᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] morning, iwa (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ

⁰⁵⁻³⁰ ᴬᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] where r u 人´∀｀) i'm @ the intersection

⁰⁶⁻⁰⁴ ᴬᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa we're gonna be late i need to go to the store φ(。。*)

⁰⁶⁻⁰⁵ ᴬᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa-chan i'm leaving you >:p

⁰⁶⁻⁰⁷ ᴬᴹ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] im gonna kill you when i see you

⁰⁶⁻¹³ ᴬᴹ

despite what the messages ensued, he still hadn't left without iwaizumi. he let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. he really had to leave, but he didn't want the ace to be mad once he figured out oikawa had went on without him. oikawa inhaled through his nose, and out through his mouth. pushing aside the fear of a very angry iwaizumi showing up to first period with homicide on his mind.

the sun was rising and starting to shine brightly, slightly blinding oikawa as he glanced at the star. if iwaizumi were here, he would've already been geeking out about it to him, trying to annoy the vice. he wasn't really that obsessed with space and extraterrestrial life, oikawa just liked to annoy his best friends.

``hey, oikawa!`` the setter turned at his name being called, and was instantly greeted with someone running straight into him. arms wrapped around his torso in what he thought was a hug, but couldn't be sure, since all the wind was knocked out of him in the process. familiar tufts of pink-brown hair tickled his nose, and his lips pulled into a small, genuine smile. he wrapped his arms around the attacker's torso, too, breathing in the scent he considered a second home.

``hey, makki. morning.`` oikawa smiled, pulling away to see his friend's beaming face.

hanamaki linked arms with oikawa, pulling him along. ``c'mon, we're going to be late for class!``

oikawa looked down at his phone, checking the time. 06:19 AM, it read. ``makki, it's only six twenty. we have plenty of time.``

``but..`` makki groaned, making a big show of rolling his head back and exposing his neck to the sky. whether or not that was an impression of oikawa on one of his days, oikawa may never know. ``we can be early for once.``

``class doesn't start until seven thirty.`` oikawa sang, pulling away from makki's grip and dragging him along. ``plus, i gotta get something from the store for takeru's birthday.``

his companion made an 'o' shape with his mouth, succumbing to oikawa's charms and letting himself be lead to the nearest store. ``nice. what are you getting?``

``cake mix. red velvet.``

``red velvet? holy shit, can i come to the party?`` hanamaki gasped, giving his friend his full attention now. oikawa laughed, and nodded.

``yeah. i was planning on inviting you and mattsun anyways.`` he replied, scratching the back of his neck. ``iwa-chan gets a free pass, since my mom knows him.``

makki gasped in mock offense, holding his free hand to his heart. ``she knows me too! how come i don't get a free pass? does she not like me?``

oikawa shrugged. ``well, you're kind of.. how can i say this. um-`` he laughed nervously, ``-too energetic, for her taste?``

``this is atrocious. i even did her dishes for her, once.``

``key word, once.`` oikawa retorted, eyeing the store up ahead. ``oh hey, look, there's sakanoshita. think we'll find cake mix there?``

hanamaki shrugged.  ``probably. doesn't karasuno's coach work there?``

oikawa nodded. ``hopefully tobio-chan didn't stop by on his way to school. i think i might throw up if i see him.``

``how immature.``

the two of them made their way into the small store, muttering a little "pardon the intrusion!" to the staff, who turned out to be a short, older woman, not karasuno's coach. they both let out a sigh of relief- anything could've happened if it was ukai who was sitting in the little swivel chair behind the counter. possibly just them having to endure the shameless torments from the latter, but who knows.

oikawa and hanamaki glanced at the small signs labeling the aisles, quickly finding the one they were looking for and walked down to the middle, where all the cake mixes lay. the captain sifted through the red velvet mixes while the other eyed the brownie batter with starry eyes. oikawa skimmed the backs of four boxes he settled on, tossing them all into the little basket he had picked up as soon as they walked in. turning to his partner, he couldn't help but let the wide smile overcome his facial features. hanamaki was practically drooling at the pictures of the brownies on the boxes.

he padded over to the wing-spiker and picked up a box, tossing it into the basket as well and waltzed out of the aisle- hanamaki at his heels. ``whoa, are you seriously buying that for me?``

oikawa shook his head. ``for me. to make for you when you come over later.`` he stuck out his tongue at his partner, smiling at the laugh he was able to get out of him.

``sure, whatever you say.``

the captain turned to the lady at the desk, reading the nametag on her shirt. hana sakanoshita. ah. so she was the owner. sakanoshita smiled at him, taking the bag out of his hands and scanning the barcodes on the backs of the boxes. ``find everything okay, honey?``

``yep, great, thank you! could we also get two packs of that strawberry gum?`` he pointed, putting on one of his award-winning smiles. she seemed to melt at this and nodded, quickly bagging up his stuff and handing his credit card back.

``you have a good day, boys.`` she said, waving at them as they exited. the two smiled and waved back, turning towards aoba johsai and resuming their trek.

hanamaki checked his phone, letting out a sharp whistle. ``nice. we didn't take as long as i expected- we have fifteen minutes 'till first period.``

oikawa grinned. ``told you so.``

``yeah, yeah. oh- by the way, where's iwaizumi?`` hanamaki looked around as if he were looking for the teen, turning back to oikawa once he figured out he really wasn't there with them. ``he walks with you, right?``

the latter shrugged, pulling out his own gum pack and popping a strip into his mouth. ``dunno. he didn't show at the intersection where we meet up, so i just went along without him. he didn't answer any of my texts, either.``

``huh.`` hanamaki said, putting his index finger and thumb on his chin in a thinking pose. ``that's weird. maybe he overslept?``

``doubt it. the man sleeps with his phone on so loud, he'll wake up immediately as soon as he hears one of my texts. plus, he has like, fifty alarms back-to-back to wake him up.`` oikawa replied, shutting down makki's theory so fast, he didn't even see it coming.

makki sighed. ``ah. i see.`` he shook his head as to clear his mind of any stray thoughts, and extended his hand. ``i want some gum. hand it over, peasant.``

``yes, my lord.`` oikawa said jokingly, gracefully whipping out the pack of strawberry gum and placing it in his hands. he folded makki's fingers around it, never breaking eye contact with his teammate. ``here it is. do what you wish with it.``

the two snickered at their antics, slinging their arms around one another. ``we're so going to be late.``

``yeah, probably.``

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

``oh, yeah, we're so sorry ms. sato. we got stuck in traffic- there was an accident over by my house.`` makki sighed dramatically, shaking his head slightly. ``we would've gotten a late pass, but we didn't think we were going to be so late.``

ms. sato shook her head quickly, smiling at the teen. ``it's okay, hanamaki-kun. just try not to let this happen too much, okay?``

hanamaki nodded. ``yes, ma'am.`` oikawa mentally facepalmed at his antics, and the two walked to the back to sit down in their seats, next to matsukawa, who was struggling to keep a laugh in.

``jesus,`` matsukawa breathed, ``the amount of bullshit in that was immaculate.``

``right?`` he and hanamaki fistbumped, grinning widely like the idiots they were.

oikawa sighed, turning his head slightly to talk to iwaizumi, then stopping himself before he could say anything. iwaizumi's desk stood empty next to his own. the captain frowned, checking his phone for any recent texts from the ace. nothing popped up.

makki slung an arm over oikawa, concern lining his features. ``hey, what's up?``

``he still isn't here.`` he pointed to iwaizumi's desk, the frown growing by the minute. ``and he's not answering. makki, i'm worried.``

a head full of black, unruly hair obscured the view he had of his phone. matsukawa laughed, stepping back. ``so he didn't tell you guys?`` when hanamaki and oikawa looked at him with confused expressions, he chuckled, and continued. ``guys, he's sick. coach was talking about it with ms. sato this morning. if you got here earlier you would've known.``

the captain facepalmed. ``of course, that makes sense. why couldn't he have told me though?``

``dunno.`` mattsun ignored the small pout resting on his captain's lips, shoving at his shoulder a bit. ``lighten up. he probably didn't want you to skip school and take care of him.``

oikawa let out a puff of air. ``yeah, okay. you're probably right.`` he was about to continue but ms. sato had started class, and a comfortable silence fell upon them as they gave the woman their full attention. makki and mattsun glanced at oikawa, worry clearly etched on their faces. perhaps they shouldn't have told him what happened with his best friend.

``oikawa,`` ms. sato supplied, stalking over to his desk and setting two thick packets on the hard wood. ``here's iwaizumi-kun's work. i trust you'll be able to get this to him?``

the latter sighed, looking up towards his sensei with the fakest smile he could muster. ``yes, sato-san, i'll give this to him as soon as i see him.``

ms. sato smiled, patting the boy's head and walking back to the front of the class. ``alright, so, has anyone written down the notes on the board?``

oikawa glanced at the chalkboard, internally groaning as he noticed it was completely filled with notes. where the hell did she find the time to write all that?

he let out the fifth-hundredth sigh that day, picking up his pencil and getting to work. iwaizumi totally owed him.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

``you want to, what?`` coach irihata stared at his pupil, shock painting his features. oikawa stood before him, fumbling with his practice clothes, a faint blush plastered over his cheeks and nose. ``you want to skip practice?``

``yes.`` oikawa nodded. ``it's only for today, so i can go home and take care of iwa-chan. he has a lot of work to catch up on,`` he added, holding up the many papers he had collected from his professors in each class, since his and iwaizumi's timestables were identical.

irihata stared at him some more, then shook his head quickly, smiling at him. ``alright. i don't see why not.``

oikawa brightened, clearly glad by the news. ``thank you so much! i promise i'll make it up to you!`` he chimed, switching his volleyball shoes for a pair of regular sneakers. ``all your meals this week, on me!``

``you don't have to- and he's out the door.`` irihata sighed, glancing at the now agape gym door. the warm afternoon breeze rushed in, leaving an unpleasant, humid feeling. mizoguchi came up behind him, watching oikawa sprint off into the distance. ``that boy is something else, isn't he?``

``definitely.`` mizoguchi laughed, walking forward to close the doors. ``iwaizumi's lucky to have a good friend like him.``

the older coach nodded. ``we're all glad to know him.``

dammit, someone's talking about me, oikawa thought, as he sneezed for the seventh time since leaving aoba johsai. he rubbed his nose, pissed off at the irritation of his sensitive organ. his legs already burned- he had sprinted all the way to the intersection, and was now leaning on a streetlamp, catching his breath. he probably should've put on his knee brace if he knew he was going to exert a little energy on running home, but he was in a rush.

pulling out his phone, he quickly navigated to his email, frowning at the lack of messages from his dear friend hajime iwaizumi. he hadn't read the texts either, so he probably was really exhausted. slipping the device back into his pocket, he started the rest of his trek home, popping another strip of gum into his mouth.

the grocery bag swinging on his arm contained all the contents oikawa thought iwaizumi would need : some cough and cold medicine, a couple of boxes of tissues, a mask for himself, disposable rags, and a heating pad. the materials cost him about ¥800 each, which wasn't that expensive.

finally, after what had seemed like forever, the captain had arrived at iwaizumi's house. there were no cars in the driveway, which meant his parents weren't home. what were they thinking, leaving poor iwa-chan alone while he's sick? oikawa frowned at this. what a silly idea.

he flipped up the doormat, grabbing the key that was strategically placed underneath and unlocked the door. pushing it open, he let out a little ``yahoo~ anyone home?`` to let iwaizumi know he was there. he wasn't expecting a reaction, so seeing iwaizumi come downstairs to greet him kind of scared him out of his wits a little bit.

``jesus! iwa-chan, can't you warn a dude first?`` oikawa panted, placing a hand over his heart. the ace deadpanned, walking over and snatching the bags out of his hands.

``what the hell do you think you're doing here? i'm sick, go home.`` he retorted, his eyebrows furrowing so much, they looked like they were attached to his eyes. he sifted through the bag, pausing once he realized what the plastic bag contained. ``what is this?``

oikawa rolled his eyes, taking the bag back and setting its' contents on the kitchen counter. ``it's for you. you're sick, so i decided to skip practice to come here and take care of you, and to reteach everything that you missed today.`` he replied nonchalantly, shoving iwaizumi towards the direction of his bedroom. ``go back to bed, i'll cook you some lunch, since i'm sure you didn't eat yet.``

iwaizumi didn't reply, because (a) he was right. and (b) he was shocked that the toorū oikawa skipped volleyball practice for him.

``anyways,`` oikawa said, opening his fridge and scanning its' contents. ``how do you feel about egg?``

``i can eat it. i don't feel nauseous or anything,`` iwa replied, sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. ``and wait- you're going to cook?``

the setter turned around, tying an apron around his waist. ``yeah?``

iwaizumi blinked, shaking his head and leaning down on his forearms. ``nothing. continue. don't burn down my kitchen.``

oikawa grinned, having just been granted permission to make his best friend's food. ``alright! on it, iwa-chan!``

``shut up and start cooking.``

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``you have to take it, iwa-chan!``

``NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!`` iwaizumi jumped onto his couch, holding a fork towards oikawa like a weapon. ``GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.``

oikawa let out yet another sigh. ``jeez, if i knew you were going to be this bratty about taking your medicine, i wouldn't have came.`` he took another dangerous step towards iwaizumi, holding out a glass of water and a small cup of liquid cough medicine. ``iwa-chan, if you don't take this, you'll never get better.``

``so? that thing's disgusting.`` iwaizumi fake-retched, the look of disgust on his face almost believable. he should've taken the drama course at school.

another step. ``you seem to have forgotten that i have a kid nephew, who i always got to take his medicine, no matter how big of a tantrum he threw about it.`` another step. ``you're acting like a toddler. just take your medicine and get better.``

``assikawa, if you so as much take one more goddamn step towards me, i'll kill you.`` iwaizumi growled, clenching the fork tighter. of course he wouldn't kill him, he'd just said that to frighten him. somehow, oikawa didn't seemed phased, and took another step.

``hajime iwaizumi. if you don't come down off that couch and take your medicine right now, so help me god, i will bring my mother here and she will be furious when she realizes how much of a tantrum you're putting up right now.`` the setter mused, shaking the glass of water like he was calling him towards him, like a dog. iwaizumi gulped. the aura surrounding oikawa was downright terrifying. his eyes seemed almost lifeless, and it scared the wits out of him. ``on the count of three. if you haven't taken the medicine by then, i'm calling her. one.``

iwaizumi flinched, backing up slightly. could he make it out the front door without oikawa catching him? probably not. his legs were longer, so he'd cover more ground easily.

``two.``

how bad would the punishment be if he just didn't take the medicine? it's not like oikawa would actually call his mother, he wouldn't do that. right?

``three-``

``okay!`` iwaizumi jumped off the couch, grabbing the medicine and pouring it down his throat. he made a face of disgust, snatching the glass of water out of his hand and gulping that down too. he shuddered, trying to force himself to keep the atrocious liquid down. ``there. happy?``

``very.`` oikawa grinned, patting iwaizumi's head. ``good job.``

the ace burned with pride at the praise, letting oikawa's nimble fingers tread through his hair. ``thanks for coming over.``

``of course.`` his friend replied, giving the shorter a warm hug. ``don't mention it. i'll skip practice for you every time.``

``you better not.``

oikawa smiled. ``no promises.``

─── sick day.

chapter 4 !