#smells like fish

[underfan26]

SHE LOOKS SO FREAKING COOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!

Cause she is, ofc

undyne

[katsukistofu]

peanut butter and jellyfish

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face. 

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows. 

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!” 

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor. 

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth. 

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer. 

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch. 

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before. 

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you. 

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away. 

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him. 

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two. 

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps. 

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

───────── 

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day. 

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway. 

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies. 

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning. 

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in. 

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall. 

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch 

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl 

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

 

pikachew

girl what 

invisi-girl 

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock 

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice 

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl 

SEE

it’s barbie bitch 

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch 

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires 

can yall not flirt before lunch 

next time i’m gonna throw 

up before i get to eat

sue you 

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo 

sorry my love i cannot 

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics 

sue you

NO

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you 

forensic balls [you]

try me. 

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to 

i won’t now 

scotch tape 

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys 

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx 

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple. 

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings. 

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference. 

kazoo-ki 

K

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to 

finally get bitches in our class 

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen 

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real 

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish 

you two happy anniversary and 

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires  

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers. 

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

   ───────── 

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly. 

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb. 

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening. 

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling. 

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just–” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself. 

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands. 

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him. 

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier. 

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be. 

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips. 

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze. 

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear. 

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers. 

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!" 

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

   ───────── 

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw 

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1 

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1 

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1 

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1 

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

me

cuz u guys are NOT beating 

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why 

you two are sitting on each other 

ice spice

When the rest of the couch 

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new 

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

? 

dating allegation #1 

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro 

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

   ───────── 

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

 

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

us 

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and 

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

?

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over? 

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you. 

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

   ───────── 

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.” 

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants. 

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time. 

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

 “Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look. 

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

‧₊˚ 🐚 ✩ ₊˚ 🌊 ⊹ 𓇼

Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along. 

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away. 

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized. 

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically. 

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin. 

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest. 

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started. 

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks. 

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!” 

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank. 

“Glad the feeling is mutual.” 

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands. 

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you. 

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

   ───────── 

"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle. 

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper. 

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you. 

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. 

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.” 

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her. 

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands. 

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

[gomzdrawfr]

Fish talk.

Price likes rainbow trout that he cooked himself in garlic and butter in a ration tin over an open fire. Nothin better than trout you caught, gutted and cooked yourself on the river bank. Bonus points for a bottle of something cold and hoppy to go along with it while he eats it on the river bank, still wearing his wellies and waders.

For Nik, it's calamari and grilled sea bass with a glass of white wine, maybe a sauvignon blanc from France, in some swanky hotel on the Adriatic coast. Just sitting there in beige chinos, an open shirt and bare feet, skin still warm from where he was basking in the sun all day, not even checking the bill before he pays for it.

Fish recipes by the one and only, now visualised (somewhat) hehe

bonus of my reaction:

[dabigothic]

🦇🪦⚰️

[k-kaez]

"if minecraft was real, what would all our characters, who don't even shower, smell like?"

joel asking the real questions

[pipartuuli]

Dad's house is always cozy. Who could resist a late afternoon nap?

At least partially inspired by @supersaturnnyoomkitty (who loves Týr and his metal sons as much as me) and her very sweet fic A Visit to Sweden!

[4waystreet]

fish studies from today

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS' FAVORITE FOODS

One of my favorites (if not the favorite) pieces of info about E's private life.

When I brought Elvis in something that he really loved to eat, he was adorable, sitting up against the pillows, cross-legged in his men’s pajamas. He had this cute little dance he did in bed, where he rocked from side to side, sometimes with his eyes closed, with this beatific smile on his face, almost like Stevie Wonder. That’s how much he loved his favorite foods. It tasted so good to him and made him so supremely content. I can still see him rocking left to right in bliss, enjoying his food. Linda Thompson on her memoir book, "A Little Thing Called Life: On Loving Elvis Presley, Bruce Jenner and Songs In Between".

Some of the treats Linda mentioned Elvis liked were:

A pound of bacon, a six-egg omelet, and five or six pieces of toast.

"When I took the enormous portion up to him on his tray and put it in front of him, as he’d predicted, he didn’t ever eat all of it. So, no, he didn’t eat oversize portions every night. But sometimes he did eat too much, especially in the wake of 'Aloha from Hawaii,' when he was recovering from the deprivation of that 500-calorie-a-day diet."

PB&B (peanut butter and banana) sandwiches:

"If they were not made exactly the way he required, he would not eat them, and he had no hesitation about sending them back. Make it the way I want it,' he would say to whoever had brought up the food."

"Iddytream" (ice cream)

"He loved all of the flavors, but I’d say that vanilla and chocolate were his absolute favorites. Sometimes strawberry. What he really adored were ice cream sandwiches, and especially Eskimo Pies, the ones with the crispy chocolate coating encasing a square of vanilla ice cream. Sometimes he ate a whole box at once, with me bringing the treats to him one at a time."

Honeydew melon

During Elvis Week 2024, Linda said that Elvis requested honeydew melon for dessert, especially when he needed to control his weight gain (which she says, as we can imagine, was often). At night she would bring him his order, one of his favorites according to her, and they would put a towel on the bed, as usual whenever they'd eat in his bedroom. El would sit cross-legged, happily eating his honeydew melon and (occasionally) with each bite he would do that little dance that she told in her book.

As for the food Elvis couldn't stand, Linda said:

"My preferred diet ['Mediterranean diet with a lot of fish and vegetables'] suffered during those years because Elvis would never allow fish to be cooked at Graceland or anywhere we were. He hated the smell of fish."

[swordsmachinedaily]

Swordsmachine scuba diving

Day 26

[r0tting-rat]

DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

Life (school) is kicking me in my non-existent nuts (giving me essays to write) guys Idk if I can mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this

Day 20 - Trapped

Pairing: Mer!Eclipse x GN reader Warning: Blood Words: EXACTLY 2400 WORDS BITCH Summary: Continuation of this post, go and read if you don't understand anything :>

The two mers you had encountered during your trip to the underwater cave had dragged you in their nest easily, grabbing each an ankle and swimming faster than your brain could process. In a panic, you had tried to fight them unsuccessfully and only resulted in hurting yourself further with the hard scales of their bodies. With your wounded hands you had grabbed their tails and fins, trying to convince them to let you go, but after a few pathetic tries the blue one got fed up with you and grabbed both your wrists, snarling in your face something you managed to understand despite the language barrier. 

“Stay put.”

You decided to listen, not wanting to make your death any more painful than it already was going to be, but under the mers’ grip you were shaking in fear. The way the two of them would communicate between each other didn’t help you at all, considering they were probably talking about the best ways to eat you. 

At some point at the end of the cave, which had been a dark blur of algae and rocks until then, tightened around you. They were dragging you who-knows-where through a hole big enough for the two of them to swim side by side, which was slowly getting smaller and smaller, until the bright yellow mer chirped something to his companion and stayed behind, allowing the other to continue dragging you along without hindrance. You stared at the mer swimming close behind you, trying to understand his intention, and in response he smiled at you. The white teeth glistened in the darkness around you, and you quivered.

After what was barely a minute but which felt like an hour to you, the tunnel opened in a bigger and brighter cave around you, blinding you with its light and making you flinch. Before you could understand what was happening, your body was flung with great force over the water and thrown on an emerging rock. Scrambling to get back to your feet as soon as you realized that you were on the surface, you slipped on the wet surface under you and fell on your side, hitting your shoulder and hip with a cry of pain. Wet and rough hands grabbed your mask, pulling it away from your face as you fought against them, as another pair took off your fins and began to rip away your diving suit, leaving you in your swimsuit and a few new scratches. 

Once your entire diving gear had been removed, you hurried to crawl away from the two creatures perched on the rock like hungry vultures, with their tails dipping in the water, desperately attempting to put as much distance between you and them. The mers looked at you, curious and amused at the same time, until the yellow one looked down at the oxygen tank and chirped something in his language. You looked as the other mer shook his head, replying with a growl, and then the first of the two threw the tank in the water behind him, along with your mask and the rest of your gear. 

-Hey!- you screamed, even if they probably couldn’t understand the value of your diving gear, -Give them back!-

The yellow mer laughed, a throaty and raspy sound that reminded you of a dying animal, and then pushed himself back in the water. His companion was still on the rock with you, observing you with his terrible red eyes, until he opened his razor-sharp toothed mouth and spoke in your language.

-S-ssta-y,- he said, -Hee-re safe.-

You were left even more scared than before, mouth opening and closing in disbelief, until a weak “what” left your throat and the mer slipped back into the water to join his friend. Did the fish just fucking talk to you? Had you imagined it? 

You were left on the rock, surrounded by water in the middle of a large cave, your only light being the one coming in from a hole in the ceiling. Moss and various plants grew on the walls surrounding you, you saw small animals like bugs and birds coming in and out from the hole, but even that beautiful paradise made of shining water and quiet life wasn’t enough to keep you from crying. Once the realization that you were about to die downed on you, you began to tear up, hiding your face in your hands and shaking with both fear and cold. You wanted to go back home, to your loved ones, but because of your stupid mistake you ended up being the lunch of two stupid fishmen. Your life sucked, and it was also going to end early.

The day was almost over, you were freezing and hungry, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t find a way to escape. At some point, in a moment of desperation, you had tried to enter the water and find the opening where you had come in—despite knowing you wouldn’t have survived it if you attempted to cross the tunnel—but the sun was setting and you couldn’t see anything underwater. At some point something had brushed against your foot and you had panicked, returning to the surface and climbing back on the hard and cold rock, refusing to stay and look for any other entrances deeper in the cave. You had no other choice; you were going to die there, either by starving or mauled by one of those mers. 

The little piece of sky you could see through the hole in the ceiling was turning a haunting color red, angry and violent, tinting the water around you of a horrifying crimson shade, like something had died there and its blood had mixed with the ocean. You stared at the sun setting, asking yourself if you were going to survive the chilly night, when you heard a sound that made you freeze. It came from the bottom of the cave, deep and chilling, and it sounded like the growl of an enormous animal. Its voice was nothing similar to the ones of the two mers you had met; more gravelly and rough, and it was so loud you heard the rock you were sitting on vibrate under you. 

-Oh, would you look at this?- spoke the voice, echoing so loudly in the cave you could hear it even inside your head, -My little hunters have brought me a treat.-

You were shaking, looking around for the owner of the voice, terrified beyond logic and comprehension. You hugged yourself and tried to stop the tears from spilling out.

-W-What’s going on…?!- you whimpered, -Where… Who are…?-

-Behind you, little bird,- purred the voice, and you snapped your head around so violently you hurt your neck. From the water, something double the size of your boat emerged in an instant, blocking the light coming from the ceiling with its height and casting you in its huge shadow. All you saw were red scales the size of your hand, yellow eyes with vertical pupils, sharp teeth the size of your entire arm, and two pairs of clawed hands coming out and gripping the rock you were sitting on so hard they left marks on the stone. Your entire vision was covered by the color of blood, your lungs were spasming in your chest, attempting to get enough air to breathe, and your legs refused to respond to you anymore. What stood before you—and over you—was a mer the size of a house, terrifying in its imposing size and pinning you on the ground with its stare. You screamed when the tentacle of an octopus wrapped around your legs, keeping you from squirming away, while many others surrounded your little stop on the rock, cutting off any escape routes. 

-Well, are you having fun yet?- mused the mer, resting his chin on two of his hands while the other two tapped the stone, -I hope Sun and Moon have treated you well.-

You were too scared to understand the meaning of those words, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it drumming in your ears, fast and unrelenting. All you could look at were those teeth.

-Is something wrong, little bird?- the mer leaned closer, curious, and in response you tried to shift away with no results. -Did Sun eat your tongue already?-

Seeing that you weren’t answering, the monster rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking suddenly bored. 

-Oh, how sad. Do those shrimps think I’m that easy to please, that any human would do? Did I not tell them I like them feisty and loud? What a shame, truly.- He used one of his claws to poke at your side, at which you screamed and trashed on the spot, trying to push the finger away. -You’re even one of the cute ones, too bad you’re boring.-

While the creature tormented you, you were desperately trying to get your brain to start working, overwhelmed by nonsensical fear and panic. 

-P-Please, don’t eat me!- you found yourself begging, looking up at the monster with tear-filled eyes, -L-Let me go…!-

-Eat you?- wheezed the mer, -Ah! What should I eat? Should I attempt to peel away the fat from your weak bones and hope that’s somehow enough to satisfy me? No, my bird, I will continue eating sharks and small whales, if you don’t mind.-

You couldn’t make sense of the creature’s words. You could understand them perfectly, but still they remained incomprehensible. What did he mean by that? What did he want from you if not to eat you? Slowly, the gears in your brain returned to their job, so you swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to stop your lips from quivering. 

-H-How… How can you talk?- you asked, and that made the mer’s eyes light up in joy. Something that resembled fins rose up from around his face, creating a crown of orange, red, and yellow, which reminded you of one the smaller mer you had previously met.

-Now we’re talking, little thing!- he smiled, all sharp teeth and black gums, -I love it when you humans use your curiosity for good, it always excites me to see which questions you have for me.-

The mer leaned closer once more, getting all up in your personal space with his round face and sniffing you.

-You’re hurt, no wonder you were so scared,- he mused, laying his head right in front of you, -I’ll tell Moon to medicate your wounds later, but now, you want to know how I am capable of speaking, do you not?-

Confused and still scared, you nodded, hoping that could keep him entertained for enough time, until he decided you weren’t fun anymore and left you to the other two sea monsters to take care of. 

-I am simply as old as modern civilization itself, little bird,- the creature replied with a big smile, -When I was born, you still used to sail the seas with carracks and caravels. You gazed into the depths of the oceans, both amazed and terrified, you wandered around like small children allowed by their parents to stay outside and play for a little more. Back then, you still had respect for my species, unlike now.-

Your eyes ran over the monster’s face and arms, seeing for the first time the amount of scars and old wounds covering its skin like a battleground. You also noticed that the mer���s scales had a beautiful glittery texture that made him shine like a ruby even in the dark, illuminating the now completely obscured cave around you. 

That monster was more than 500 years old, you realized. You were looking at a creature that had seen history unraveling before his eyes.

-Are the other two going to be as big as you one day?- you asked, and the mer chuckled. His laugh shook the ground under you.

-Sun and Moon? Oh, if they manage to live to my age, they will become even bigger,- he answered, -I took those two under my protection, they are like siblings to me.- 

The smile on the mer’s face softened as he looked at you. 

-Do you know what I want from you?- he asked, and you shook your head, -I want to learn your story. That’s what I always ask the humans I find: who they are, what they do, where they come from—I seek entertainment. Can you give me that?- 

You looked away, suddenly feeling embarrassed of yourself, but the monster used one of his claws to turn your face back, in a silent warning that he wanted you to keep your eyes on him and him only.

-So?- he egged you on, making you squirm in your spot.

-My life isn’t that interesting,- you tried to say, but the monster interrupted you before you could continue. 

-Liar,- he laughed, -Everybody has a story to tell. You are the only person in history to have lived certain moments, to have met certain people in specific places and times. The sum of your experiences has made you completely unique and inimitable, so now I want to hear your story.-

More tentacles emerged from the water, laying themselves on the rock around you like birds perched on branches of a tree. His voice rumbled with authority, and you understood that was an order, not a question; that mer wasn’t asking you to tell him a story, he was commanding you to do so. You shivered, unable to decide if staring at his sharp teeth could be considered rude, and pretended not to notice how the tentacle that he had curled around your legs was pulling you closer to him. 

-I’ll give you the time to rearrange your thoughts, little one, but I shall not take no for an answer,- a large smirk opened on the monster’s face, -You have no say in this matter.-

-Before I start,- you said, nervous to know what would have happened if your story had been revealed to be too boring to listen to, -What is your name?-

A loud purr came out of the mer’s throat, rumbling and comforting like a cat's. -You shall call me Eclipse,- he answered, -And from now on that’ll be everything you will learn about me, not a word more. Now, you better begin to talk, little thing, I’m getting impatient.-

[yourlocalnameless]

🎂

CHAT ITS MY BIRTHDAY. 30TH OCTOBER. AND BY ROYAL JELLYFISH DECREE IT IS LAW TO SEND ME ALL YOUR OCTOBELLA MEMES/PICTURES/DRAWINGS/STORIES/WHATEVER NOW!!

[by-proxy]

stinky fish get put in the tank

[solargeist]

any time i imagine kid xelqua lounging in grian's house, he is watching sesame street or dragon ball z, with snacks sat on the cushion next to him.

he shoves the snacks into the crease of the couch when he thinks he might get in trouble for eating on the furniture and doesn't want to get caught. (he would not have got in trouble, but now he will, just for that)

[blinky-skyd]

[lallyloo]

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