#this kid will not rest on correcting people’s grammar no matter how much it annoys them

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Sonic: “Hey, can I have a fry?”

Tails: “Oh, I don’t know Sonic. Can you?”

Sonic: “Tails, I swear to GAIA-“

[honeytea8]

✨✨La Squadra Boyfriend Headcanons✨✨

[Alexa, play Boyfriend by Big Time Rush]

Guys, I spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about La Squadra, so here are some bf headcanons for the sexiest group of assassins in Naples. No one asked but I am bringing it straight to your dash anyway! (under the cut for length lmao)

I’m going to start with Prosciutto, who has recently fallen on my radar pretty heavy! 

He’s a good and decent boyfriend, if not a busy one. Not that he doesn’t care about the relationship, but most of his energy was going to Passione things before you waltzed in and so he’ll struggle a bit between his work responsibilities and maintaining his relationship with you, but only in the beginning. 

If you are also a part of Passione, it’s a hell of a lot easier to manage. 

I see Prosciutto as the gift-giving type: lingerie, sweets, perfume, designers, etc. His salary isn’t the best, but he manages it as well as he can just to accommodate you! 

I just can’t get the idea out of my head that Pro was raised by a strict mama, that’s why he can be a bit of a stickler sometimes. He’ll catch you still lounging in bed at nine am, and be like “Why are you still in bed? Get dressed, we’re going out.” Dude!

I’m sorry to say, but Prosciutto is absolutely the ‘lecturing’ type. (He lectured someone in nearly every scene in the anime, Formaggio once and Pesci numerously and Bucci too) 

He will lecture you when you make mistakes, especially because as his s/o, he has high expectations for you and believes you’re capable of so much more. It’s never, ever out of hate. He loves you, and that’s why he chides you a bit lol. 

This does not negate the fact that he doesn't mind when you lean on him for support. He likes when you count on him, because he always comes through especially for you!

Depending on whether you’re in the mafia or not, I totally see him sparring with you, or working out with you in an effort to make you tough. Prosciutto wants you to be able to defend yourself, just in case. If you complain, he’ll tell you, “Better safe than sorry, tesoro”.

Prosciutto will respect you, period.

A good listener, goddamn! He’s up there with Risotto when it comes to who listens to their s/o more! If you have an issue, he’ll hear you out and offer advice if you want it. If you give him advice, he’ll take it into serious consideration. He’s honestly a good partner, can’t stress that enough.

Finally, sex with Pro is an entire event. Romantic dinner, candles lit, wine, the whole nine yards before he gives you nine inches of something else :) (I’m kidding!! Lmao, kinda). 

But as I said, Prosciutto is quite deliberate, and a bit of a perfectionist. He knows what to do and how to do it, you can trust him.

Ghiaccio is next only because he’s my favorite. 

The ice gremlin is probably the most interesting (and hilarious) boyfriend out of the bunch (I say this with only a tidbit of bias). He isn’t funny himself, but funny shit just happens to him. 

Because of this, he will use you as a soundboard when everyone else refuses to listen to him. He’s got a lot to say, so be prepared for his TEDtalks. LMAO!

It will take some perception on your part to notice when he actually expects a response from you, and other times he’s just ranting to get his point out. 

He will correct your grammar when you text, but barely notices when he makes a similar mistake (his brain moves in mph). Please use the proper names like Venezia, Italia, Roma and Napoli when talking to this man; save yourself from the headache.

When it comes to dates, please have mercy on him, he’s a textbook over-thinker! You’ll just have to plan something simple at home for you both to enjoy. 

He isn’t incapable of planning dates, but he’ll want everything to be so absolutely perfect for his s/o and will throw a fit when it ultimately isn’t. 

Contrary to popular belief, I think that Ghiaccio is a pretty attentive partner. He’s super intelligent and I think a part of it stems from his innate ability to read people (I’m referencing the part in the anime where he deduced what Giorno and Mista had come to look for, while going off very little information). 

The more time he spends with you, the better he gets at it. 

His form of affection will be shown through the amount of time you both spend together. When it comes to sex or anything related to that, be gentle and slow as Ghiaccio will likely be a flustered mess. 

As he becomes more comfortable and confident, he will be bolder and just ask out right if you’ll suck him off tonight or not. The man appreciates directness, so don’t bother being coy. “You want me to give you head? Cool, lay down a towel or something.” is what he’ll probably say.

Very practical 👌🏾👌🏾

Melone, good lord, he’s kind of perfect. 

A bit of a doting boyfriend here and there—very much concerned about your health. Expect him to ask if you’ve eaten, or taken your multivitamin. How are your bowel movements?  LMAO

It can become a bit much, but he really genuinely cares. He’s not asking to be intrusive or nasty! If he was, you’d know. 🤣

But I seriously consider Melone to be the one (at least among La Squadra) who is way, way invested in his relationships. He will know every little detail about you; will ask you lots of questions and expects you to ask him just as many. 

This may be annoying to some, but this dude will definitely bring up your horoscope in an argument. He’ll be like “I honestly can’t fathom why you’re being this way, though it’s to be expected from a libra.” 

Peg this bitch so he can shut up.  

Melone is also touchy as hell, but not in a clingy way. He loves touching, and just to tag onto the headcanon about his partial blindness, I want to say that he’s so touchy because that’s how he ‘sees’ you best.

Just know that half the time, he isn’t touching you to be lecherous, even if he genuinely does like the feel of your skin under his fingertips. Melone will even encourage you to touch him back. 

Rub his thigh or back and he’ll be simping.

He is obsessed with your legs, and will paint your toes if you let him. 

LOVES PDA! Melone will also tongue-kiss you in public if you let him!

Notice how I keep saying ‘if you let him’. Give him an inch and he’ll press you for a mile, so if there are boundaries you would like to establish, please do, cuz he sure as hell won’t, just saying!

When it comes to sex, Melone is a dick and coochie sensei. Oral is his favorite thing to do, probably enjoys giving more than receiving to be honest. I’d say he’s pretty much mastered sex for what it is. 

That being said, if he’s ever talking out of his neck, just invite him to put his mouth to better use. He’ll even thank you for your gracious request.

Formaggio is next 💀 

According to my JoJo compatriots from discord, he’s like the Optimus Prime of fuckboi’s so let’s ride that wave for a bit! LMAO

I hope it doesn’t come as a surprise that Formaggio is pretty shameless. He will send you a dick pic on Sunday morning before church and have the audacity to say “Just wanted to bless you real quick”. 

@autumn-kouhai mentioned him giving his s/o sickly sweet pet names and I just have to agree. 

Expect to be hit upside the head with: baby-boo, sugar plum, honey bunches, sweetums. I can imagine them becoming really ridiculous too like “the last piece of red velvet cake” or “cheddar bae biscuits from Red Lobster”

His catch phrase is “Got nudes?”

Send them, and he won’t be afraid to reply with something equally sexy. 

Be warned though, he will stockpile whatever you send him and then be careless with his phone. If you don’t mind Illuso’s snoopy ass seeing your nudes then by all means, have at it. Otherwise, send them through snapchat, so they disappear later. 

As far as La Squadra boyfriends go, he’s the most fun! Y’all don’t even go anywhere because man’s is broke. BUT, Formaggio knows how to have a good time without any need to spend money (my kind of dude tbh) you guys just crank up the tunes, dance, and get lit until the neighbors complain. 

Formi is also the CEO of jokes/memes, and will have you in absolute tears almost always! I literally tell my friends that funny guys are so dangerous, don’t sleep on them! They will make you laugh until your panties drop, it’s magic, I swear. Formaggio has that same energy. 

No matter how bad of a day his s/o is having, rest assured, he will draw the biggest laugh out of you.

Besides his fuckboi tendencies, his most redeeming quality is the fact that he’s super cool and fun to hang with. You’ll literally have a good time, always, because his energy is right! Very good vibes around this man, I swear! It’ll be exactly like dating your best friend, because essentially, he will be your bestie.

Formi has many moments of tenderness that aren’t sexually charged too—moments where the jokes stop and he’ll just rub your back or feet, this is usually when you aren’t feeling well and need some quiet. 

However, Formaggio won’t let you mope all day, he’ll pull out the big guns and call you his “sweetie baby” and when you try to resist he’ll say “What, I’m just tryna show you some love.”

He’s a good dude lmao I’d date a guy like him irl 😭

Pesci stans wya??! Let’s get into this baby boy. 

Pesci is boyfriend material, idgaf what anyone says. 

He is pretty much the least problematic to be with among all of La Squadra, even more so than Risotto (don’t argue with me). 

Pesci is hyper aware of your likes and dislikes and will literally go out of his way to make sure that you’re well and okay. 

Arguments are basically nonexistent and if they occur it ain’t coming from his side. 

I also think that Pesci has a lot of empathy, so when you’re going through something, he’s right there in the thick of it with you. If you’ve seen that meme that goes ‘when my gf is on her period it’s UterUS’ lmao that’s Pesci’s energy 100%. 

Sometimes, he’s more of a lover and not a fight, that is perfectly okay!

However, if someone tries up his s/o, say farewell to Mr. Niceguy. He will defend your honor to his dying breath. And with you in his corner, trust me, he’s not going down. 

A romantic at heart, Pesci will plan little date trips like picnics in the park or boat trips to Capri, actually, I’d like to point out that he excels in the art of date planning. If you’re the adventurous type, he’ll plan outings where you both will be more active, like biking through the city or renting a mop-ed and going sight-seeing. 

Because Pesci has a sensitive stomach, he’s very much considerate of what you both put in your bodies. If you have dietary restrictions or allergies, this guy knows all about it and will cater to you perfectly. 

A true gentleman through and through, he will never force himself on you, ever. In fact, he really doesn’t like engaging in anything sexual when you’re drunk or high, sorry if you’re into that! 

Pesci is the kind of guy who keeps up with your favorite shows.

If ya’ll have similar taste in media or literature, he will immerse himself in it so that he can relate to you all the more.

If there’s anyone who will entertain anime-related discourse, no matter how nonsensical, it’s Pesci. And he isn’t just putting up with it, he’s actively engaging in the conversation so you are always heard and validated. 

He’s an A+ boyfriend, that’s all I gotta say! Haters can stay mad :)

Goddamn Illuso... idk man.

I really feel like you have to have thick/tough skin to handle this guy, for various reasons. 

The first being that Illuso can be a bit mean at first. He’ll push your buttons on purpose just to see what’ll make you tick. Will tease the living heck out of you, always, kind of a bully lmao but not to the extreme, it’s just his brand of humor—and the thing is, he won’t be mad when you dish it right back, so it’s cool. 

Secondly, Illuso has big dick energy!! 

I mean rightfully so, because he is indeed packing! But my word, he ain’t humble about it at all! 

He is not above making jokes about ‘splitting you in half’. In fact all of his jokes have hidden, dirty undertones! 

His affection is shown through speech mostly. Illuso will drop subtle innuendos and provocations, half to see you flustered and half because he wants you to know how much he wants you. 

Illuso isn’t incredibly vocal about his feelings outside of ‘I’m tryna hit that thang’ but you won’t doubt that he loves you because Illuso doesn’t waste his own time. 

If he’s spending his time with you, you can rest assured that it’s because he wants to. 

Illuso is a voyeur and you’ll just have to understand/accept that and move on. 

He loves watching you and will even creep over to your place through the mirror world just to hang or watch you do chores. Loves to surprise you and give you jump scares lmao it’ll make you a tad paranoid but it’s also fun. 

Illuso is prone to random bouts of sweetness; it’s very sporadic, very touch-and-go. 

One day, you’ll wake up to chocolates on your dresser or new shoes, lingerie, or makeup if you wear it. I imagine that if you’re low on funds, he will even help you buy your groceries that week. 

It’ll surprise the hell out of you, but that’s just how Illuso is. He enjoys keeping you on your toes! 

He’s prideful and smug as hell, so he will definitely expect a thank you, because even if he does it out of the kindness in his heart, he also wants to hear that you appreciate him

Same goes for the bedroom scene. Illuso loves making you vocal, it’s his favorite thing in the world, so he’ll make a game out of doing the things that get the biggest reaction out of you. Like I said, it's that big dick energy at work here, smh.

Sorbet and Gelato in a polyamorous relationship with you? Let’s get it! 

We don’t get anything substantial about these two except that Sorbet follows the money, so these are all personal headcanons for how I see and write them. 

Here’s the juice: when it comes to you as their s/o, these two are possessive as hell. You are theirs and that’s that on that! 😭 Don’t ask questions, just go with it.

Sorbet is the chill one of the duo. He can be a bit smug at times, but he’s mostly a laid back dude who doesn’t get bothered by much.

When it comes to you, Sorbet likes to spend quality time with you more than anything, and will ask you to cook for him at your place so he ain’t gotta spend money. Oh? Did I not mention that I kinda think of him as a cheapskate? Lmao cuz I do.

Sorbet will come by your place just to steal your coupons from the mail then head out; you’re not using ‘em so why should he let them go to waste?

Gelato is the complete opposite; personality wise, I headcanon him as a mix between Melone and Formaggio lmao

But it’s not as crazy as it sounds, he’s cute and outspoken like Melone, while maintaining a free-spirit like Formaggio. One quality that I like is that he’s quite devoted to you and Sorbet. If anyone crosses either of you, goodluck to them!

I like to think Gelato’s also just really boujee and high maintenance. He loves to pamper and be pampered. You and him tag-team Sorbet’s wallet and go on spa dates together at his expense (not that he ever really stood a chance)

While Sorbet is cool with just being in the same room as you, Gelato loves hugging/cuddling with you and Sorbet—will definitely fight for the middle spot between the two of you on the couch during movie nights.

He baby, so let him have it lol

In the bedroom, I would salute anyone with the guts to take the two of them on. They both lay down that work, period. 

Sorbet gets his kicks from teasing and edging you (his sadistic side comes out a bit), while Gelato loves when you give him extra TLC. To put it short, they know how to take care of you, so there are no issues there. 

Last but not least, Mr. Risotto Nero himself.

Man, idc on the lowest of keys, he seems a little bit like a grandpa to me

The type to sit at home and do crosswords, has a bird feeder in his yard and plays old Italian hits while washing the dishes. It’s very domestic 💀 (I find it cute, whatever!)

As a boyfriend, I can’t imagine him suddenly being spontaneous or outgoing unless you drag him out of his home/comfort zone.

Be patient with Mr. Nero, and he can come to surprise you

After a while, it won’t be just you dragging him out and about; one day he’ll ask you to come over and you’ll be greeted with a nice, traditional, homemade meal

Pay attention and you will notice him watching your face to see if you like his cooking 🥺

After seeing his fight with Doppio, I must admit that Risotto is very, very observant, almost scarily so.

I can totally picture him pointing out random things about his s/o that even they don’t know

One night, Risotto may come up to you and say “I talked to your neighbor about the dog, they’ll keep it inside now.” And you’re just staring like 😳 how did he know the barking was keeping you up at night????

He’s sweet, and will take good care of you as a boyfriend should.

Very good listener, won’t talk as much but will hang on to your every word, I promise. He could even recite it to you verbatim.

He’s a big dude, that ain’t news, so expect to be swallowed up in hugs and sometimes even picked up (as a tall girl myself, I simp!!!)

Gives A1 piggyback rides, lol

ALSO RISOTTO IS HUMBLE ASF!

Big dick energy, but on low volume 👏🏾 after all, he doesn’t need to do much talking, because a night with him is more than enough!

Listen babe, you better stretch, do some squats, and prep in whatever way you can before Mr. Nero gives you that work. 🤐

Lowkey a freak, but it’s well hidden behind his ‘quiet giant’ exterior

So, who are y'all dating? Personally, I’m going for Formaggio and Pesci hehe

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The boy on the farthest table

Kanene’s Notes:

So, I’ve been reading all the fluff content with Dadzawa I could find and I am very surprised I didn’t manage to stumble in a Dadzawa running a Cat Café so I thought ‘h e y’ why don’t I make it??? SO here we are!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Dadzawa and Yamadad and their relatonship can be seen as romantic, if you wish.

* This happens in the same universe as This Fanfic Here and you can also find it on AO3.

* No warnings this time!! Only fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing the manga/anime Boku no Hero.

* Something around 2.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Eat a delicious snack, sleep a bit, take care and drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                         [~*~]

Aizawa doesn’t really care about his clients more than the strictly necessary amount. He arrived where he is because of the cats and the coffee. If people paid more because he decided to mix both together and open a business with that premise than better for him.

 So, yes. Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his clients. Neither held any favorites above the others, don’t matter what Yamada tried to imply with his ‘discrete’ smug eyes and knowing grin as, for the second time today, the black haired worker narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting on the farthest table, lost in his deep thoughts as he stared intently at his notebook just like he has been doing for the past two hours, lazy scribbles fulfilling the lines in a tired, yet determined attempt to keep going.

 The owner of the Cat Café didn’t really care about what his clients did as long it didn’t annoy his cats or him.

 However, that doesn’t mean he kept himself completely oblivious of what happened at his establishment nor the persons who attended there.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most enthusiastic worker there – that is why him and Hizashi had an unspoken agreement that he would stay firm on his place making drinks and serving pastries, sometimes scaring some insufferable clients away, while the louder, social friend would focus in talking and getting the orders, – but he knew enough to not be a bad one.

 He knew that the girl with yellow bright eyes and nuts and bolts shining in between her curls liked strawberry muffins, tended to not be able to stand still for much time, and visited on Fridays, so he always kept one baked sweet hidden for her on these days.

 Just like he always recognized that tall, skeleton-like adult as soon as his form crossed the door. A client who came especially for the cats and the Jasmin tea, although always sneaked a couple and more glares to the cat-themed cookies, so he made sure to “accidentally” drop one with the donuts he always asked to go for “- a friend! He loves them but is often very busied with work… So, I thought I could try and treat him a bit after everything he already did to me!” And also, who, in the next day, came back to attempt to pay for the free cookie but was, day after day, defeat by Hizashi’s stubbornness and convincing abilities, leading the loyal client to make sure to put a generous tip on the Tip Jar as a revenge, making sure to stare intently at the pouting worker during the whole process.

 Or the young girl with red eyes full of curiosity and a tongue full of questions which him and Yamada took turns to answer, eliciting shy smiles, bright excitement and a glare full of gratitude from her older brother, who used the free time to study while she ate and played with the kittens, sometimes even falling asleep when his two friends – an extremely quiet boy with a gigantic sweet tooth and an electric smiley girl who always convinced the younger one to help her to gather the biggest amount of sleepy cats to nap on the blond teen before he wakes up in the middle of purrs and laughter - accompanied them.

 That being said, Aizawa liked to be informed and, above everything else, was good at getting the information he needed. He mastered the skill of analyzing details and understanding situations others used to ignore, making connections and arriving to conclusions that seemed foreign to others, that is why he continued to cast quick frowns and glances to the boy, doesn’t liking at all how his brain continued to run and turn, seeking for any answer or hints of what happened to him, only to get at nowhere. He was, obviously, just trying to assert the situation, which had nothing to do with the fact that the boy – always shining, always with such a bright smile every time he ordered anything – was alone on this Saturday. A not so rare occasion, since even though the café was a common place for him and his friends to meet – an occurrence impossible to ignore due how full of energy and joy and chaos and energy they all were, - he also seemed very keen to spend hours writing and studying on his own.

 However, there was something different today. Something to do with how quiet, concentrated, calm, lethargic the teenager was acting the whole time, which worrie- no, intrigued him.

 Because Aizawa wasn’t worried. Of course not. That would be illogical and preposterous. He wasn’t anything to the child, not his family, not a friend, not a relative, just the guy who grunted a one-word answer every time the younger tried to make small talk and pretend to not notice him and Hizashi trading cute cat videos and pics during the blonde’s breaks.

 Hell, he didn’t even share more words than the necessary with the green haired boy. The longest interaction they ever had was when the younger one came to him on his first time visiting the place and asked for more cat toys, since all the available ones were already being used. Which maybe or maybe not led to Aizawa leaving his friend to deal alone with the orders while he took his time to show and explain the favorite toys of every cat the green boy pointed.

 Which was, sure, only a revenge on his boisterous coworker since the aforementioned interrupted his morning nap by tripping on him on his way to the kitchen (and yes, it was Yamada’s fault for not looking at where he’s going and obviously not Shouta’s because he decided to ‘JUST FREAKING PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT?’) and, not content with his actions, decided to lock the other out of his own establishment,  only letting him come back after lunch and, consequently, at least five hours of sleep, leaving him on the care of Nemuri, who proceeded to tease him unmercifully for the whole length of yesterday.

 Consequently, it was only a payback, of course. The gleam on the smaller’s eyes as he took notes on a well worn out notebook and the fact that, on the next Saturday, the boy distributed all the correct toys between his friends and their favorite cats were two completely ignorable things and therefore unrelated with the quick, barely visible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth on the respective day and every time he remembered that occurrence.

 But, when a quiet sniff reached his ears, Aizawa almost felt his neck crack with how quickly he turned on the other’s direction, just in time to see the ending of the teenager’s action of wiping a few tears away. The one who definitely didn’t get enough sleep on his entire life to deal with it sensed his left eye twitch.

 That. Is. It.

 “Shouta…” Hizashi whispered behind the usual smile he plastered for the customer in front of him, nodding while writing down what she said and chipping excitedly for her to just wait a little bit to get her order, deviating his attention to his friend when she moved away to sit in one of the unoccupied tables, both taking the opportunity of having no more customers in the line to held some private words. “Do you want me to go there?” his voice was bathed in worry, because his coworker was emotional like that.

 “No.” And Aizawa didn’t know why he was so fast to answer, however he was already washing his hands, mind running, seeking to remember how other people - besides his friends, who were barely humans, - worked. “You know I hate being the cashier.”

 “Riight.” His way-too-smug-grin was fast to become a snicker when his friend aimed a kick on his shin, which he promptly dodged. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!”

 “Your thoughts are loud. I will be right back.”

 His eyes were focused on the kid, who now was curled on his chair, chin resting on his knees as his arms firmly hugged his legs, making him look even smaller.

 Aizawa grunted, part of him feeling inclined to just drop an entire gallon of water on his head to successfully wash all his problems way, or maybe shake all the bad, lying thoughts taking over his mind and resulting in a few tears to escape what, on its turn, made a strong feeling of protectiveness, which was immediately ignored, shines on him. But Shouta knew he couldn’t act on any of those two options because it wasn’t “socially acceptable” – nor very useful, but he ignored that part, - and “problems” and “people” tended to be more complicated to help than that.

 The older sighed, kneeling on the spot before the front door where the sun passed through the window and made a perfect warm piece of floor for the big, - extremely big - messy pile of purple fluff lay and nap without a single worry in the world, not even stirring as the customers had to tiptoe around him to get in and out of the establishment.

 Shinsou hissed when Shouta first petted him, although was fast to purr louder than a machine as the human began to scratch behind his ears, going back to his peaceful sleep. He was the most calm, chill and snarky cat he has ever seen. His hobbies consisting on getting on the highest shelves to watch the entire place with a judging, tired glare and napping on people’s laps, especially when they were about to head out, which made his customers to order something else and stay for at least more fifteen minutes, not having the heart to interrupt the purple’s sleep.

 Needless to say, he and Aizawa got along just fine. Even with the animal’s habit of climbing him to nap on his shoulders and teaching the younger kittens to do the same thing, knowing very well the one with dark hair would never have the heart to put them away, the human knew he sustained a soft spot for him.

 Nemuri and Yamada liked to tease him, affirming that Shinsou was his cat form and Shouta would never admit he agreed with them.

 He also ignored the implications of that when he remembered Shinsou was one of the green haired bag of energy favorites.

 “I have a mission for you.” It was the only mumbled warning the cat had before being carefully scoped on the human’s arms, melting on the embrace, hissing, yawning and then proceeding to melt even further. Shouta huffed, amused.

 ‘Brat.’

 Another signal that the teenager was much more trapped in his mind than the normal was the fact he didn’t realize the adult coming closer, nearly jumping three feet in the air as Aizawa’s command hit him.

 “Sit correctly.”

 The teenager yelped, looking at him, at himself and then at him again, a strong shade of an ashamed red taking over his features. “O-o-of course, sir! I am sorry!” He bowed, putting his feet on the ground and straightening his back, a slight tremble on his movements making the adult frown.

 “Don’t think too much about this.” And before any protest could come out of the other’s mouth, Aizawa laid Shinsou on his legs, leading the boy to freeze completely, eyes locked on the cat, who just blinked lazily at him and started to knead his thighs, low, rumbling purrs escaping, demanding the new human as worthy.

 A barely suppressed squeal flew from the younger, who already seemed ready to cry again, although for different reasons.

 The cat café’s owner hid his amused smile by catching a kitten who approached with curiosity, petting him and proceeding to flop him on the soft, green curls. Ojiro meowed, purring and immediately attempting to eat his new environment.

 “I…” His wide, wobbly smile increased further as Shinsou butted his head on the teenager’s palm, his voice, a whisper, lapsing for a beat. “I love them.”

 There was no way for the adult to hide his snort at his words, but the Problem Child seemed unfazed with his reaction, turning to him with shiny eyes and smile.

 “Thank you so much, sir!”

 After a nod, Aizawa turned away and came back to his spot behind the counter. And if talking and taking orders when Hizashi uses part of his break to “discreetly” take a few pictures of a beaming boy smiling to the camera and pointing the cats on him to send to him later, is much more bearable than before? It has absolutely nothing to do with the young figure on the farthest table sporadically giggling as he plays with an Ojiro who is fiercely convinced he can win the battle against the red laser.

 […]

 “Excuse me, Yamada-san. I’m sorry, but my order was 476 yens and you only charged me 200.” Aizawa knew the boy was going to lose the fight the moment Hizashi only grinned and locked the cashier, completely ignoring the two pieces of paper on the other’s hand.

 “Don’t worry about it, little listener! Don’t worry! Take this as a thank you for letting Shinsou and Ojiro sleep on you for one hour, okay?”

 “B-but sir! It was no problem at all!” The way he moved to prove his point made Aizawa picture a small, energetic bunny. “I really like them and I was going to stay here longer anyway!”

 “Now, now, young boy.” Hizashi pointed a finger at him, trying and failing miserably to see or sound at least a tad chastising. “Refusing a ‘thank you’ is a serious offense, I wonder if I will need to give you a free blueberry muffin to go because of that…”

 “No!” Aizawa huffed, turning away from them and heading to the tables, taking the opportunity of how low the business was to clean and prepare them for the next customers, stopping right on his tracks, mid step as a wide, pleading glare found his. “Aizawa-san,” he shook the 276 yens at his direction, puppy eyes staring right on his soul, “please.”

 The dark-haired one scoffed, looking away from the powerful graze. “Don’t bring me into this. Fight your own battles, problem child.”

 Hizashi laughed at the pout he received in response, having pity on the loyal customer. “Okay, okay. I give. You can pay for this.” Aizawa glared at him, one eyebrow up in a non convinced expression. His friend winked, big grins as the younger turned to him, much more smiley. “With a hug.”

 Problem child seemed surprised, especially when the flamboyant employee jumped across the counter and stopped in front of him, arms open in an invitation. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was softer. “I can always accept 100 yens if you really want me to, little listener.”

 He didn’t understand the magic thing his friend always managed to do. The way he succeeded to dance around someone’s barriers, finding openings and walking through them, asking no permission to get closer yet always attentive when to stop and retreat or to talk about every or anything. The same magic he showed when they were teenagers.

 Tsuyu meowed and Aizawa kneeled down to give her attention for as long as the embrace lasted, pretending to not notice the two hugging behind him, the taller lightly swaying them while the younger relaxed, melting on the touch.

 A few seconds later the anxious bunny was bowing, thanking them and getting out with a gleam on his face, hugging happily the notebook next to his chest and petting Cloud before going away. Shouta came back to his spot, Yamada followed and the green hair disappeared on the corner.

 “We’re not adopting the Problem Child.”

 “But he already even has a nickname! Shoutaaa, it’s meant to be! And you’re already soft for him as well, don’t deny it.”

 He scoffed. “Shut up. You try to say no to those fucking puppy eyes next time.”

 “You fought well,” Hizashi patted his shoulder, his own gaze getting a dangerous, gleaming light. “Dadzawa.”

 The rarefied clients distributed across the café jumped when, between laughter and dramatics cries of pain, the blonde fell on the ground, a half pleased, half evil smile presenting itself on the shorter’s face in a flash before his impassive expression took over and he calmly continued with his usual chores, pointedly ignoring the ‘It was so worthy it’ snickered by his friend, still laid on the floor.

[highfivecalum]

Here With Me {LH} 3

Previous Chapters: One Two

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“WELCOME TO BILLIE’S SHAKE SHACK!” An older man greeted Neena with a smile when she stepped inside of the small restaurant that was connected to the pier. Neena smiled and pushed her hair back, already annoyed with how her baby hairs were always in her face. “How many people? Just you?”

“I was actually wondering if you guys were hiring?” Neena asked. Neena read his name tag; Billie. He must have been the owner, Neena guessed.

“Well, a girl did just move away and left us short a server. You got any experience?”

Neena shrugged. “I was a waitress in high school.”

“Perfect. Can you start today? Preferably now?” Billie asked and Neena nodded with a small smile. She was glad to start so soon, glad to get out of her house and start finally making money and keep her mind preoccupied. “Great. Just fill this out. You’re already hired, since we’re short staffed, I just need you to fill this out so we have it on record.”

Billie handed Neena a sheet of paper and a pen and left her at the hostess table to fill the form out. She did so quickly, putting down the few jobs she had, but leaving out the phone numbers in case they called them. She didn’t want any ties to her old life in Michigan and putting the numbers to her old jobs was definitely a tie.

“Hiya,” Neena looked up at the sound of somebody else and pursed her lips at him. He was tan, as to be expected, and had dark hair and tattoos here and there on his skin. There was no denying that Neena thought he was attractive. She would have to be blind to not be able to see that. “Are you our new server?”

“I believe so,” Neena handed him the paper and pen and he happily took it.

“Calum, I’m gonna have you train,” Billie looked at the application for her name. “Miss Neena Compton here for the new server spot since Cara left. You gonna be okay with that?”

“Am I going to get a pay raise for this?” Calum cocked an eyebrow.

Billie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Dream on, kid. Just do it, will ya? We’re slow, you don’t have any tables and you’re not doing anything but sittin’ on your ass.”

Calum obliged and motioned for Neena to follow him to the back room. He dug through a few different bins before looking at her. “What size shirt do you wear? Small?” Neena nodded her head and Calum went back to digging. “Ah-ha!” He pulled out three different shirts; all short sleeved but different colors. “Okay, we have three colors; blue, white, and black. You get all three and we don’t have specific days for colors, so wear whichever one you want on whatever day you want. Got it?”

“Got it.” Neena nodded her head.

Calum showed Neena around the break room and gave her a locker for her to use when she worked. He introduced her to the other workers, whose names she knew she wouldn’t remember right away, and told her which table was which. The table closest to the hostess table was one and the one in the back of the restaurant was seven, and he told her to go clockwise. She didn’t quite understand it at first, but she knew she would figure out her own way of remembering which table was what.

“It’s pretty slow right now since lunch just ended, so we can just hang out here for a little bit,” Calum and Neena leaned against the bar area and Neena looked out at the ocean, smiling at how pretty it was and how good the salt water and sunscreen smelled. Neena made a mental note to call Michael or Amy and plan a beach day with them. “So, where are you from, Neena?”

Neena tore her eyes away from the water and looked at Calum. “Oh,uh, you know… just around.”

“Around?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I move a lot,” Neena lied. “I’ve lived all over the midwest.”

“Well, where did you move here from?”

“A small city in Michigan.” Neena finally revealed. She wasn’t going to specify which city, not wanting to risk anything, whatever that anything may be, so her answer was brief.

“Why did you move here?”

Neena swallowed the lump in her throat thinking about it. She tried hard not to think about it, but it was usually the only thing on her mind. There was not a chance in hell that she was going to tell Calum, somebody she had just met and hour before, that she was running away from her past.

“Just needed a change.” Neena shrugged. “And I’ve never lived on the beach.”

“How did you pick this small town out of all of the places you could live?”

Neena didn’t have an answer. Her answer was that when she arrived at the bus stop she bought the ticket to the first place she saw on the board behind the man selling tickets. It wasn’t very logical, Neena knew that, but her brain wasn’t working right when she decided. She was too scared, too paranoid, and in too much of a hurry to think rationally or logically at the time.

“Question time is over,” Calum spoke up and nodded to the only table that was now occupied. The table in the back of Billie’s right in the corner with a perfect view of the ocean. Calum handed her an apron, a notepad, and a pen. “Your first table. Good luck.”

Neena took the pad and pen and nervously made her way over to the table. She recognized the little girl, but didn’t recognize the little boy or the man she was with. “Hi, welcome to Billie’s, what can I get started for you?”

Keely gasped. “Hi Neena!”

“Hi Keely,” Neena smiled at the girl. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m great! This is my daddy and brother!”

“Hi guys,” Neena smiled and locked eyes with Keely’s dad, her breath stilling in her throat at the sight of him. When Neena first saw him, she barely spared him a look, only seeing the broadness of his back, but now that she was looking straight into his eyes, she couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was and she could barely tear her eyes away from him. 

“Hi! I’m Finn!” The little boy, almost identical to Keely, smiled. “Me and Keely are twins!”

“Keely and I, Finn.” Their father spoke up, correcting his six year old’s grammar, and Neena’s eyes went back to him. She was surprised that her eyes even left him in the first place. If looks could kill, Neena would’ve been dead minutes ago. “Hi, I’m Luke. I’m their dad.”

I can tell, Neena wanted to say, but instead she just smiled and took their orders, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to form coherent words if she tried to speak to him. She ripped off the piece of paper and clipped it next to where the rest of the orders were, mostly take-out since the place was empty, safe for the one table Neena had.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was stunning. With long blonde curly hair, the brightest blue eyes that mirrored his children's, his broad shoulders, and the most gorgeous smile she had ever seen; it was nearly impossible for her to not stare at him. She felt like a creep for staring, but it was like no matter what, no matter how hard she tried, her eyes always ended up on him. Neena was happy that she didn’t have to give them their food. She was sure she would have dropped it all.

“You’re staring,” Calum hummed and Neena quickly averted her eyes from Luke to Calum. Her cheeks heated up when she saw the smirk on Calum’s face, but she tried to play it off. She hadn’t meant to get caught, but she was glad she was caught by Calum and not Luke himself.

“I am not! I was looking at the water.”

“I’m sure you were,” Calum laughed, but it faded into nothing and then his smile turned into a frown and Neena looked at him expectantly. Calum cleared his throat and lowered his voice, leaning closer to Neena as he spoke, “You know what happened to his wife, right?”

“No? Did she leave him or something?”

Calum shook his head sadly. “She died three years ago from cancer.”

“Oh,” Neena frowned and looked to Luke who was smiling widely at his kids. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one to cancer, with losing her mother and all, but Neena couldn’t imagine losing the love of her life or the person she had two beautiful kids with. Neena didn’t know Luke or his kids well, but her heart broke for them. “That’s so sad.”

“Yeah. It is.” Calum frowned at the memory of Luke, one of his close friends, when he found out his wife died. It tore him to pieces and Calum didn’t think that Luke would ever recover from it. But he did, slowly but surely, he did. “Luke is a close friend of mine. I’ve known him since he moved here a while back and it really took a toll on him.”

“I couldn’t imagine going through that.” Neena mumbled, her eyes never leaving the table that was filled with the very happy looking family. She then furrowed her eyebrows and turned to Calum. “Wait, if he’s such a good friend of yours, then why didn’t you take the table?”

Calum just shrugged and stood up to serve the people who had just walked in. “Wanted to see how you did on your first table. And he always stiffs me on my tips since we’re friends.”

“Or maybe it’s just because you’re an asshole.” Neena joked, already feeling close enough around him to joke around. Calum scoffed and rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile playing at his lips. She could feel herself being able to be good friends with Calum, which she was happy about, because Neena always like to befriend her coworkers. It made work so much more bearable.

“You already know me so well, Neena. I can tell we’re going to be great friends, you and I.” Calum winked and happily greeted and seated the couple that was waiting.

Neena laughed and spun around in her chair, catching Luke’s eye in the process, and he offered her a small smile. She returned it, finding it too hard not to with the way he looking at her, but when he looked away, Neena’s smile fell. She thought back to what Calum said, to how torn apart and heartbroken Luke was. Neena never would have guessed that he lost his wife, the mother of his children, with the way he smiled.

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The knocking on Neena’s front door woke her from her much needed nap. She groaned and rolled out of bed, her bare feet padding against her wooden floors, and swung the door open. “Neena! Hi!” Amy stood before her, dressed in a nice dress and sandals. “Did I wake you?”

It seemed like Amy’s thing- to wake Neena up in the middle of a dead, much needed sleep. “Yeah, but it’s fine. What’s up?”

“Michael and I are going out with some friends. Do you want to come along? It’ll be really fun.”

Neena looked down at her outfit which consisted of pajamas and knew that she had bedhead and smeared eye makeup on her face. Going out sounded fun and Neena did want to go out on the town for the first time after living there for a little under a week, but she was nowhere near ready to go, and she didn’t want to make Michael and Amy wait.

“I have to get ready,” Neena told Amy. “But I’ll, uh, I’ll meet you there?”

“Perfect!” Amy cheered. “We’ll be at the Tin Roof. It’s a few buildings down from Billie’s.”

Neena knew where it was, but she had never been there, just walked past it a few times. Neena told Amy she would take a quick shower and get ready before meeting them there. Amy said they were meeting friends and Neena wasn’t in the best mood to meet new people, but it had to happen sooner or later.

An hour later and Neena was finally ready. It was chillier, so she settled on a pair of jeans and a blouse with her sandals, although walking in them in the dark would be a challenge, she didn’t want to wear her Nike's or the pair of combat boots she brought on a night out. Neena walked rather quickly, partly because she didn’t want to show up too late and because walking in the dark at night spooked her out, especially when she wasn’t too familiar with her surroundings.

“Neena!” Amy called her name once Neena stepped foot inside the crowded bar. She was surprised Amy spotted her right away, but she was glad she did. She would have rather not stood there looking like a lost puppy until she spotted the people she was meeting. “Over here!”

The bar was more like a tiki bar, but the roof instead of wood was tin, it was an open bar with only two walls on either side; one that was the bar and one with darts and a chalkboard on it. It was a strange little set up, but it seemed to a very popular bar, so Neena was going to give it a chance.

Neena made her way through the crowded bar, saying excuse me and apologizing if she bumped into somebody, and finally made it to the picnic table the group was sitting at. Neena recognized Amy, Michael, and Calum, but there were a few other people she wasn’t familiar with.

“Neena! Didn’t know you knew these two,” Calum smiled, pointing to Amy and Michael.

“We were her first friends here, Cal.” Amy bragged and stuck her tongue out at him. Calum simply rolled his eyes and lifted his drink up to Neena, even though she didn’t have one yet, and tipped it back. Neena wanted to go up to the bar to order herself a drink, but it was packed, so she decided on waiting until it cleared out a bit.

Thirty minutes of conversation and laughter, a familiar voice rang through Neena’s ears. “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. The sitter, like always, is not punctual.” Luke plopped down on the seat next to Calum, across from Neena, and she rolled her lips into her mouth. Neena was going to try really hard not to stare this time. She didn’t want to chance getting caught again, especially not by Luke.

“No problem, bro.” Calum clapped him on the back and Luke relaxed.

He looked around the table and his eyes widened just slightly when they landed on Neena, surprised that he hadn’t noticed her right when he arrived, who was staring out at the ocean that was lit up from the almost full moon. He took his lip in between his teeth and cleared his throat. “It’s Neena, right?”

Neena jumped in surprise, not expecting anybody to bring her into the conversation, and she smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah. Luke, right?” Like she even had to ask.

“That’s right,” Luke grinned and Neena found herself smiling along with him. His eyes glanced down at her hands that were laced together on top of the wooden picnic table and noticed the small rings on her fingers. He also noticed she was drink-less. Luke stood up, towering over everybody, and looked down at Neena. “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you something?”

“Oh uh,” Neena glanced at Calum who was smiling into his beer glass and eyeing the two of them. Neena refrained from rolling her eyes and nodded her head. “Sure. I’ll just have a beer. Please.”

Luke nodded with a smile and sauntered off to the bar. Neena tore her eyes away from him and looked at Calum, who was already looking at her with a knowing smirk and Neena narrowed her eyes at him, shaking her head while mouthing a what to him. Calum just shook his head, trying to fight the smile on his head, and Neena knew that it was going to be a long, long night.

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[eene-fangirl]

The Christmas Party [An EddEddy Fanfiction]

Note: This piece was my secret Santa gift for @noylesslol I hope everyone had a happy holiday! And this may go into my senior thesis. Please leave a review! Thank you!

“Oh Eddy, this is going to be a wonderful time. I have always enjoyed your families Christmas parties!” an excited Edd remarked as he and Eddy walked through the snowy neighborhood to Eddy’s house.

“Yeah, just, uh… okay, how do I put this?” Eddy said, half annoyed and embarrassed as he wiped a hand down his face.

It was starting to snow a little at a time as their shoes left behind footprints in the tiny patches of snow. “I recall your relatives constant questions. I don’t mind, Eddy.”

“That’s not it.” Eddy stopped walking. They were inches from his house. Cars pulled up along the sidewalk as people, most likely Eddy’s relatives, were carrying plates full of steaming food and parsels into the house.

“What is it, Eddy?” Edd asked starting to become concerned. He placed a hand on his friends shoulder.

“Uh, my mom decided to spread a rumor that you were my boyfriend.”

Edd didn’t know if his cheeks were already rosy from the cold. His grew wide however, as if they were meerkat looking all around for enemies.

“Oh, not your parents too! We’ve told everyone we know countless times that we aren’t a couple.” Edd said, rather frustrated. Although he wasn’t that angry. People mistaking for he and Eddy as a couple was becoming somewhat of an every day routine.

“I’ve even told the mailman too,” Eddy smirked. “We’re just friends, ain’t we?”

“It’s aren’t we, Eddy.” Edd corrected.

“Okay, now do you see the reason why everyone thinks we’re a couple.”

“How does me asking you to monitor your grammar make us a couple?” Edd asked.

“You’ve heard how my parents are always squabbling, right?”

Edd shook his head tossing the conversation to the side. “The point it we’re best friends.”

“Who are close.”

“And affectionate at times,” Edd saif comfortingly rubbing his hand down Eddy’s arm.

“And the way you nag me as if you were my wife,” Eddy smirked now nudging Edd against his arm.

“Alright, let’s not get personal.” The smile from Edd’s face had diminished slightly.

“Sorry,” Eddy apologised. “Come on, it’s nippy out here.”

As they walked closer to his house Eddy came up with this wild idea. Maybe it would push things or could make a good laugh.

“Say, why don’t we spice things up and hold hands?”

Did Edd hear Eddy right? He stared at Eddy’s sheepish smile. Edd wondered if Eddy knew about his secret desire to know what it was like to hold his soft, possibly intimate, strong looking hand.

“If you don’t want to…”

“No, no…” Edd took Eddy’s hand. His grip was everything Edd imagined. The way Edd immediately caressed his hand. Edd also felt something else. A different feeling he couldn’t quite survey. “We should make this plausible, as you said.”

Eddy was also smiling staring at their hands hugging. Was he supposed to feel this way?

Walking up the pathway Eddy’s aunt was the first to greet them.

“Eddy, come give me a kiss!” Her cheerful voice rang out. Before Eddy could oppose his aunt covered his face with lipstick. Edd snickered hiding his smile with his hand.

“Are you Edd?” Eddy’s aunt asked immediately shaking his hand.

“Yes, ma’am. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

“He’s so polite! How did you ever meet one another?” the woman beamed.

“Ah, well, he’s been my best friend since he moved in ‘bout ten years ago.” Eddy couldn’t help but smile. Eddy was thankful for both his friends. Edd especially who helped him through all the tough moments in his life.

“You two are adorable together.” Another family member whispered to Eddy once they were inside.

“Your family is very welcoming, Eddy.” Edd remarked. And he meant this. He felt quite warm inside with how welcoming Eddy’s family was. Edd wished there could have been this many people in his house. He couldn’t remember if there were this many people in his family.

“Yeah, don’t fall for it, sockhead. Once you’re a part of it you can never escape.”

“I wish I knew how that felt.”

The festive feeling immediately left Eddy. His heart sunk. Edd never had a house filled with extended family members. His heart burned more in hatred. Edd’s parents never saw their son for what he was worth. They were hardly, if that was the word to use, around. Whenever Edd was around his house Eddy’s mom would shower him in affection as if he were her son. That did make Eddy happy knowing the affect his brother left on the family.

“Hey, cheer up, you know you’ll always have a family to support you,” Eddy warmingly put his hand on Edd’s shoulder in affection. Had Edd’s eyes always sparkled in the light so nicely?

“Attention everyone! It’s time for the McGee annual Christmas dance!” Eddy’s mother’s bubbly voice echoed throughout the living room as she turned on the stereo.

“‘I’m dreaming of a white christmas...’”

The slow Christmas tune echoed throughout the house. Edd and Eddy watched as Eddy’s relatives came together and started to dance. Everyone looked so happy. Edd always wondered if his parents were truly happy together. He couldn’t recall the last time they ever spent time together.

Edd felt someone staring at him. It was Eddy.

“Would you... like to dance?” Edd asked. He felt his cheeks growing warm again.

“Well, we have to if we’re gonna keep this act going.” Eddy was half kidding. He always wondered what it would be like to have Edd’s body hugging against his own. Wow, it felt strange to think that. Eddy never liked close proximity with anyone.

Edd smiled as Eddy took his hands so gently in his own and lead him to an open space. That warm feeling within his stomach returned looking into Eddy’s blue eyes. Was it right to feel all tingly inside like he read in books?

The friends awkwardly positioned themselves for the dance. Edd touching Eddy’s shoulder and Eddy touching Edd’s hip. Why did that want Edd to make himself jump out of his skin and yell and dance all around? It felt as if he wanted it for so long.

As they swayed from side to side everything outside their world didn’t seem to matter. Only they existed as the music echoed through their ears. They both felt that endearing warmth encompass their bodies. Eddy pulled Edd a little closer to him without knowing. He loved the soft touch of Edd’s body close to his own. Eddy would have admitted that four years ago when he couldn’t stand physical affection. There was something about Edd’s body which was comforting.

That smile. Was Eddy’s smile always so contagious? Edd knew it was much but he rested his head on Eddy’s shoulder. For the first time he actually felt bliss. Like everything was okay. Love.

“Hey, sockhead.” Eddy whispered into Edd’s ear.

Eddy’s low, husky whispering voice was enough to send goosebumps up Edd’s body. “Yes, Eddy?”

“We’re really good actors.”

That feeling of bliss drifted away. Edd wished this could be real. Could someone really act out love this genuinel?

“Mistletoe!” Eddy’s mother called out once the song came to an end.

“How many Christmas traditions do you have, Eddy?” Edd asked reluctantly parting from Eddy’s body.

“Much too many,” Eddy partly rolled his eyes while still smiling.

“The hosts get first kiss,” Eddy’s father lovingly kissed his wife.

Eddy giggled watching his mother go around making his relatives kiss one another under the mistletoe. But, then a thought entered his mind. Would she?

Just before Eddy could pray that his mother wouldn’t come over she hovered the mistletoe over he and Edd’s heads.

“Aw, ma…” Eddy complained.

“You know the rule, Eddy. Come on, kiss your lover.”

Eddy faced Edd who again was was making that similar questioned look, almost hopeful.

Was feeling a magnet pull one's lips together something everyone felt? They were hovering inches from one another's lips. Had Edd’s lips always looked so soft? Like you could sleep on them as if they were pillows.

“Shall we, sockhead?” Eddy whispered. Their fingers already wrapped around one another as if they were hugging.

“Please?”

Their lips met kissing one another so deliciously. No, it was nothing like their first kiss. or rather the dare. They didn’t know the term love even existed or was a possibility. For years Eddy questioned why he’d feel so warm whenever he was around Edd. Why he’d almost feel nervous. And yet happy. Had he really meant to be with Edd all along?

When they parted Edd smiled so big. He wouldn’t open his eyes.

“You okay there, sockhead?” Eddy asked comfortingly holding his friend by his shoulders.

Edd opened his eyes. They were filled with bliss and peace. “I am spectacular, Eddy.”

Eddy smiled. “Same.”

[periakman]

A Commentary On One Aspect of My Brain

Under a readmore because it was six pages on google docs lol

I couldn’t have been very old when I wrote my first story. I had gotten an idea in my head, and I was going to write it down. The plot, was very simple, Samantha, the girl who was Me, was going to compete with Eric, the enemy, to see who could get more halloween candy. Samantha would win by having such a scary costume, she’d scare people away and get their candy.

Dreadfully simple, but I assure you, at my age, I was pumped by such an interesting and indepth story idea.

I wrote the first few pages, and in my excitement, I showed it to my mom.

I clearly remember the sentence that made her pause.

“One day, Samantha and Eric, Eric was mean.”

In hindsight, someone’s adhd had decided to kick in and completely change the trajectory of that sentence. So my mom pointed out that this sentence was wrong, as one would.

I was livid. I argued. I cried. I never finished the story. I was so mad.

My mom tried to point out that I had a perfectly good story, just with this one error, that I had discarded the entire story over, and had gotten mad.

I don’t think I ever decided she was right.

A few years later, I made minor waves in elementary school, I believe first or second grade.

We had to write a journal entry about snow. Maybe why we liked snow, or a story about it. I wrote a story about a girl named Samantha (it was my favorite name for a very long time), who went on an adventure with a snowman. It was, more or less, a complete story, with actual structure, and about three pages longer than anything anyone else wrote.

It got praise. Not a lot, but enough for me to realize I had done a good job. It went in the school newspaper, alongside other stories. I don’t remember my parents complimenting me, but I also don’t remember them not complimenting me, so I assume that I got enough praise to be satisfied, but not so much it stuck out in my head.

A few months later, we had to write a journal entry about easter. I wrote another story. The exact same story, actually. A girl named Samantha went on an adventure with a bunny. I am fairly certain I even consulted the original story so it was exactly the same.

My class was amused by it enough. They remembered what it was last time, and knew what I had swapped. That felt good.

I showed it to my mom. She however, was not too impressed. She pointed out it was the exact same story. I just swapped out words.

I don’t remember being particularly devastated, but I don’t remember taking it well either. I think I sort of quietly internalized it, with the brain of a tiny child who couldn’t actually self analyze well.

Over the years, I also showed my dad a lot of stories and things I wrote. I don’t remember what they were at all, but I definitely showed him things. He’d always respond with criticism. This frustrated me, a lot, just as it had in my younger years.

My dad, in his infinite eloquency, explained his reasoning.

“If I was sitting at a gorgeous table, and there was a misplaced fork, I would correct it! But if I was sitting at a table, and it was covered in poop, I wouldn’t care about the misplaced fork!”

I don’t know if I really absorbed that as a child. In my own way, I accepted he was criticizing my work because he thought it was good, even if I still hated that he did it.

There were some other interesting statements my dad said, over the year. One such statement that still sticks with me, that seems unrelated, but actually very relevant: “I used to try and get [you and your sister] to work harder during your soccer games, but then I realize you guys didn’t care, so I stopped.”

A small one off sentence. My sister and I played soccer, and my dad saw we could be good at the game if we applied ourselves. But we didn’t want to, so he pulled back. If anything else, his philosophy was consistent.

I finally hit middle school, and show my mom a play I wrote. It’s 80 pages long, and the first thing I ever completed in full. My mom points out a word I used was incorrect. Essentially, “monarchies” does not mean the same as “any given power structure in the world”.

I got mad. I got annoyed. I did the same thing I did as a kid. I shut myself off and threw a tantrum. My mom read the story anyway, and quoted me the last few lines of the play, pointing out how good they were.

That made me feel a lot better.

As a middle schooler, I was obsessed with people reading my stories. Until I sent it to one girl. “Did you like my story?” I asked.

“Not really,” She replied, as I heard those words for the first time in my life.

“You didn’t like the character?” I asked.

“He was drunk!”

A stupid reason, in hindsight, to not like a character, but at the time it was monumental. It wasn’t the complaint that mattered. What mattered is what it symbolized. My sloppy absurdist work where the joke was a character was a lazy bum was not good enough on its own.

I later tried to put that story on fiction press. I took it down before an hour even passed, because I realized it just wasn’t good enough.

By the time I hit high school, something had changed. I started to have opinions on things. My focus on media had started to emerge. I had always been opinionated, proven by my years and years arguing with my dad.

I kept writing. In high school, I had stories that for the first time felt good, felt publishable, felt like actual stories and arcs.

But I still did the same thing I always did. One time I had an off hand setting where someone was being chased by a bully. One of my friends questioned the logic of the scene, and I fought him over it for a long time, because that was what I pictured in my head.

The fact was, I didn’t want to take criticism for a long time. And I could argue until the cows came home. This was a toxic combination, but at the same time, I soon approached another problem.

I wanted feed back. I wanted to improve. I was existing in a void where my stories were not being commented on, and the comments I were getting were not to my liking.

I tried, again and again, but I found that small inaccuracies made me annoyed. For a long time, I wanted to write comics, and wrote graphic novel scripts. The problem with this is that as a result, I was using a visual medium in a community where no one else was.

I distinctly remember someone saying something to the extent of “why are you refusing to take this criticism” and arguing back “because in this case you’re wrong.”

Of course, I had grown by then. In hindsight, I was correct in those arguments. That argument had been over if I had too many characters in my story. I tried to explain that in a visual medium, it didn’t matter if I had a dozen distinct minor characters, because the reader didn’t have to remember their name, unlike in a prose book, where such things would be much more jarring.

Other times I argued over things like how fighting worked, or how many things could change panel to panel.

It ended badly. Very badly. To the point I’m not interested in explaining how badly it ended, but rest assured, there are still people I hold grudges against to this day because of it. It never could have ended well, due to a combination of them refusing to listen, and myself refusing to listen.

I got some amazing advice, in the aftermath of that trashfire. “You don’t have to listen to all the criticism you receive. Find people who like the premise of your story, and listen to them.”

At that moment, it finally clicked. It was all put into perspective, albeit subconsciously. I had always wanted the premise to be accepted, and my struggle had been how I perceived that. In my younger years, I had seen an arguing of grammar as a fundamental rejection and ignoring of The Art Of The Story.

And now, older, I had been trying to accept criticism from people who had never bought into my premise in the first place, and had suffered immensely for it, because I had essentially exposed myself to what amounted to bullying, only without the criticizers ever realizing why it was so toxic on me.

College was when the transition happened.  I still argue. I still stand my ground. But now I’m a bit more fast and loose with it. I started writing for LARP, and in this field, I quickly learned where my skills were and where my weaknesses were, thanks to friends I had who were far more talented than me, but in different areas.

This journey, alongside other journeys of constantly arguing with my dad and other people, led me to the person I am now.

Am I the best at taking criticism? Not always. But you know what? I’m a helluva lot better than a lot of people out there, and I can only thank every individual person who tried to take me on, from beginning to end. It wasn’t the people who praised me that mattered. It was the people who questioned what I was doing, while still fundamentally respecting me as a person.

I even have some gratitude for the trashfire experience I had when I was looking for real criticism. If only because I’m glad it happened when I was seventeen, and not when I was older, and in a situation I was able to completely walk away from, without causing any lasting damage. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else, but the fact is, as a writer, you are always going to encounter someone who hates you for what you write, and I’m glad it went the way it did, with me getting good advice, as opposed to just falling further down the hole.

But it did cause this huge blind spot, which I’ve only recently realized.

My dad in our arguments, always emphasized a huge thing whenever I cried and fought with him. Don’t get your ego involved. Your argument, your stance, it’s not you. If you get invested in an argument, you’re not going to win.

Now, I disagree with some of the finer details, in hindsight. Some arguments you can’t afford to not be invested in, but that’s what backup is for, and for not getting into stupid hypothetical arguments with jerks who refuse to accept there’s a reason you’re emotionally invested.

Due to a combination of these reminders, the constant practice, and being his genetic daughter, I slowly created a huge stamina bar to this one specific aspect of my existence. I might get stressed and refuse to do homework or cleaning because it’s too hard, but I could argue. I could explain. I could stand my ground.

The slow journey into accepting criticism and being able to argue my own points with minimal expended energy led to a dangerous combination.

I probably would have always been like this, even if I had been raised in different circumstances, but the way I was raised definitely strengthened the attributes. It made me rather confused by the fact that being told you’re wrong was something so painful and distressing, that often the only response was to assume the person who said it was a sadistic condescending jerkface.

I’d express idle disagreement, knowing exactly what my weakpoints were and where I was wrong, and find the disagreement suddenly explode when the person I was talking to get mad at me, and lambast me for being so cruel, or for forcing my opinions.

I didn’t know why for a long time. To be honest, I still don’t. I don’t know if I ever will. But I do know that I am thankful for the experiences that led me to this point, and I hope that I can help other people along their own similar if unique path.

I don’t really have an end point to this, except to possibly explain why I am the way I am. I have always been made aware of how skilled I am. I know where I am truly skilled, and I know where I’m truly not. And this has led to clashing, because oddly enough, my slowly built and cultivated self esteem, which can still be as easily shattered, does in fact resemble a healthy mentality, and this can rub anyone with low self esteem the wrong way. Because my confidence becomes condescension. My attempts to try and patiently explain what I had to fiercely argue and cry over, becomes a lecture.

One day, I might figure out how to fix that. I love communication, so I might figure out the Perfect Way to explain things to people without coming off as insulting. But for now, I know the facts.

I am not tolerated because of how I give information and how I explain things. I’m embraced by it. Not by everyone, no, but there is value in honesty. And it won’t be perfect every time, but so long as everyone knows that I truly accept and honor them as a person, I am loved for what I do.

There’s nothing wrong with being wrong. It took me a decade to learn that. And that’s okay.

[justowrite]

How much fun would it be without you?

length: around 2083 words

genre(s): fluff+a tiny bit of angst

triggers/warnings: Violence, there’s a metion of blood(well two), and cursing.

a/n: Gi, it’s the uniforme it’s use in Jiu Jitsu to practice, and tatami it’s the sort of soft surface to train and fight. Also I’m sorry if there is any grammar mistakes, I tried my best to correct them all. I hope you enjoy!

**** Baz

Watching Simon fight was always a pleasure for many reasons. First, because I love making fun of his mistakes. Because I can see him what new things he might use on me later on.  Because he is impulsive and stupid, and wastes air. Because sometimes he is not stupid and impulsive, sometimes he looks determinate and focuses on technique, I don’t think he knows he does that. Because his hair drips his sweat and falls in his face, and when I was blessed to see him without the uniform, every muscle of his body looks bigger; it kills me a little bit every time.

Watching him fight was a pleasure but fighting was a delight. I love to win. I love laughing at him. Although I love more when he pins me down and looks at me, intensely like I was the only thing that existed in the world, angry yes, frustrated too; as if he was going to explode.  

I felt bad for him, sometimes; his emotions always got the best of him, and since we were kids I have always known how to trigger them. It was worse back then though, he used to cry every time.

“What a little baby” My father would say coldly, instead of congratulating me. I would look over where Simon was crying in Bunce’s shoulder, as the other people of his dojo got close with a smile to congratulating him even if when he lost.

Simon won. Actually he had hurt the other’s guy arm. Too explosive, too impulsive, too much strength. Simon is always too much.  He is good though, and he has won our fights several times; it just happens that I know him too damn well.

I follow Simon with my eyes after the fight. He went to the medic, where the guy was.

Simon touch the back of his neck, from his neck dripping sweat like the rest of his unrealistically beautiful for a guy who doesn’t take care of what he eats, ashamed.

The other guy looked up after Simon talks, he smiles at Simon a shakes his head. Simon laughs at something the guy says and I can’t look anymore.

“We should start warming up” I say harshly to a poor guy who was unlucky enough to sit next to me.

Simon.

Baz is always good, so fucking good. I hate it.

After I apologize I sit next to Penelope, who is looking at her phone, although the tiredness left my body as soon as I saw Baz on the distance kicking the mitt, elegant and perfect.  He is always showing off his talents, since we are kids he likes to do it. It’s impossible not to look at him. Baz’s presence is so distinctive, like he is meant to look at because no one in the world can compare to him and what he is capable of.

He stops practicing after a while and walks in front of me, to his seat. His skin his shiny from the sweat, his pony tail less tight and secure than before, no longer elegant; messy instead. I look straight at his eyes, he smirks pleased to see I’m annoyed.

He is perfect, and the burden of my existence. 

****

He won again. He always does.

We tied twice, at the first 3 minutes later in the extra minute. Finally he won at the last round, which was the gold point round; the first one to make a point wins.

At the end of the fight I, bitterly, give my congratulations to him, I don’t bother to go to the other side of the tatami to congratulate his couch too as is tradition; he doesn’t has a couch (he doesn’t need it). I decide to just ignore my couch and take the upper part of the gi to go outside.

I try to calm down, breath; once I’m outside. It might be working when there are steps beside me; the entrance to the gym is next to me so it interrupts my thoughts. I open my eyes, thinking it probably is Penelope.

I would like to look away, but I can’t.

Baz.

I can’t believe I came to check on him.

I don’t know if I regret my decision. Maybe I should; since he is looking at me as if he was going to attack me. But just a second before this he was resting his back and head on the wall, with his eyes close and lips open (mouth breather), the baggy pants of the gi falling from his hips, and his chest full of freckles out in the light of day; and fuck that is beautiful image to save in my mind.

“What do you want?” He asks in between his teeth.

“Just making sure you weren’t to throw yourself in the highway, Snow” I laugh. “What fun would it be to come to this events if I you weren’t here?” He probably only heard a mock, instead of a confession. He is an idiot.

“Well, I’m glad I’m real motivation to you,Baz” He bows to me, and his curls falls on his eyes, while he stills look at me and smiles annoyed.

“Oh you have no idea Snow”

Why else would I come? To please my father? To keep my family legacy in the dojo? Ha.

As much as I enjoy Jiu Jitsu, I have only two real motivations. For starters, I don’t know how else would I keep my mother’s memory, in what other way could I feel so close to her presence outside the thing she was most passionate about.  

Then, Simon. Bloody Simon Snow. Need to say more?

****

Simon.

“I thank the heavens for a day of the least amount of Basilton in months” Penelope exclaims raising his arms in to the sky as we are walking to the car with our backpacks. . After the little argument I had with Baz outside Penelope forbid me from talking about him all day.  

The event is over, our dojo won second place on the overall event, Baz’s won first place –what a surprise I know. We are going to celebrate anyway.

I roll my eyes, and look away.  

We are almost in the car when I see Baz in the back of the small parking lot of the gym. At first I think he is just talking with his classmates, but I don’t recognize the group of boys pushing him against a wall. Although I can’t see his face from this distance, neither hear what they are saying, I recognize his position as defensive, as if he knows he is going to fight.

I stop walking, trying to recognize the people forming the circle around Baz. One steps out of the circle and walks up to Baz, probably trying to intimidate him –which is stupid, Baz has too much of a presence to let another person run over it.

I take another step to the situation.

“Simon” I hear Penelope say, but I don’t answer.

Baz looks around him, he is trapped. Where are his classmates?

Finally I can see who is the guy; Francisco. I hate him more than Baz. His opponents always end up injured; he always does it on purpose.  I have won some, and lost others with him but I always catch him trying to harm or break me something. This year he wasn’t on my category(he probably gain weight, on purpose probably), years before he always has been.

He did fight against Baz today though, I guess he hadn’t anyone to fight against him and Baz was the closer to his weight, I am lighter since Baz is taller than me. And he lost, because Baz is strong, and excellent fighter, it doesn’t matter who is against to. Of course Baz wasn’t very humble about it after the fight, I don’t think Baz likes him either. Francisco might be to undisciplined for his taste.

He gets close enough to Baz to touch his face, and laughs. I growl and take another step closer. Baz takes Francisco´s arm and pushes him back. Baz says something, which Francisco doesn’t take well and throws himself to Baz to punch him. Baz protects his face fast enough to avoid it, the hits him back. Francisco´s friends run to take Baz arms, and before I see Francisco kicking his stomach; I’m running.

Baz.

I feel the kick in my stomach before I can free myself from the grip. I don’t feel the second come. Instead I’m blessed with the sight of Simon running to push Francisco away. For a small second, no one reacted, until Simon did and threw a very well calculated hook in to Francisco yaw. Then hell broke free.

Simon didn’t stop punching; he never did when he started. Francisco started to respond, and the other two of his friends reacted and went to grab Simon. It didn’t work, Simon exploded. He pushed back Francisco with a side kick in the stomach, and punched one the other guy on the nose, and kicked his knee. And kicked the other one in the balls, and punched him again, to push him to the other, who was still taken back by the pain of his knee.

I decide to take advantage of the distraction, and take these guys off me. I kick the guy at my right in the knee, and take my arm back. I kick the other one, who is holding my arm stronger at the sight of his friend. I try to kick him the lower parts, but the guy is quick and moves, I try to fight the grab, since I’m worry about the other when he comes back. I guy tries to move me close to him, I fight back. He kicks my thigh and I feel the muscle hurt, but I don’t give on the pain, he tries it again I pull up my leg so he hits my calf instead. It hurts but it hurts him more, because is bone against bone.

I sink my fingers against his eyes; he pulls back and looses the grip on my arm. I take advantage of it and punch him right in the nose. My arm is finally free, I turn back to see the other guy I kick in the knee in the floor trying to get up. As I go back to the other guy who is coming back to me as well, a voice interrupts me. We froze, I turn my head.  Just next to guy on the floor I see Simon’s master, Miss Possibelf staring at us.

****

My father leaves me sitting on the floor of the parking lot, while I wait for the doctor to inspect if I have anything broken, angry, and disappointed of me, worried too(maybe). Still he doesn’t show any emotion, he just lets me know.  I look at the floor, angry too. This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t left me alone taking care of the car to talk to the master hosting the tournament.

Bunce, in an intelligent move, had called her master to stop the fight. The rest of the masters present help to stop the fight all of us. Simon was the hardest to move from Francisco, and vice versa. Both were pretty fuck up at this point and had blood everywhere, but were too much of something, too stubborn maybe. Simon is always too much.

“Hey” I heard him mumble beside me. I look up at him.

I laugh, instead of answering. “Looking for me to praise you? Maybe a thank you?” He stares at me confused. “Or perhaps a good laugh?” My eyes go back to the floor.

“Just to check on you actually” He sits beside me and I look back at him, I take the luxury to examine him since I realized he is not looking at me but the sky. The light of the moon, illuminates his skin, now clean from the blood, like he was painted.

His face is probably inflamed, his lips are already a bit purple, and his skin is not only mark by the freckles –which now in the night look like constellations to me.

“Why did you help me?” I ask bitter.

“Because it was the right thing to do” He simply declares, moving his hands from his knees to rest them in the floor. He stares back at me, smiles. I feel the blush on my cheek, as I also feel his hand over. “And really how much fun would it be without you here?“

[lilyemrys]

 Rules:

1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

Tagged by: @kasumi-chou, @miraculous-katsukii, @iceprinceofbelair, and @where-his-towel-is​ 

(woah I have to do a lot but I absolutely love getting tagged in stuff omg ily guys)

——— kas’ questions

First letter of your real name  F

Age/birthday 28th November! I’m turning 18 :))))

Favourite season THATS REALLY TOUGH. I’m gonna say autumn because its cold but not too cold y’know? And the fall colors are gorgeous. 

Favourite fruit Oranges! and mangos! And strawberries! Uhhhhhhhhhh I have too many ooops

Do you have short, medium or long hair? I had long until a week ago, but now they’re medium

Hanahaki or soulmate? *googles hanahaki for this* I’m gonna say soulmates, because I like everyone getting at least one person they could spend their life with. (Tbh soulmates irl would be kinda problematic because what if they died? What if you fell in love with someone else? who knows!)

Angst or Fluff? Depends on the mood, but most likely angst. I love love love angst with happy endings. (But then I’ve also read several MCDs when I’m that kinda mood). But I also absolutely loVE fluff because CUTE.

Soundboard (help the writer with ideas) or beta (help the writer with wording/grammar)? Personally I think I’m much better as a beta (because grammar ayeee), but I can be a soundboard too! Idea bouncing is always fun (although tbh I don’t know how good I am at it)

Do you still have an active ff.net? If yes, link I never had one haha!

Would you trade one of Phichit’s hamsters to bring Vicchan back to life? ......how dare you ask me that. ACTUALLY WAIT. Yes, yes I would. Because you said trade, aka I could trade the hamster to a friend or something and still get to see him everyday. (#lawyered)

Should Victor and Yuuri both wear white at their wedding? Should they? Nah, man, let them wear whatever they want to. (I mean......they’re gonna be naked by the end of it anyways, so does it really matter is the real question)

————- andi’s questions

Spring or autumn? *sweats* I love them both oh gosh. I love autumn weather, but spring clothes and spring also means summer break is coming soon. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Classical music or EDM? *googles EDM to answer this* I like them both! Although tbh I don’t listen to either as much

Morning person or night owl? NIGHT OWL FTW. My average bedtime is 3am

Pastel or punk? I’m a pastel princess

Painting or singing? *sweats some more* HOW ABOUT BOTH. I love singing while painting, how about that. 

Piano or violin? Piano! Although I really love love love the sound of a violin. But like, nothing can beat a piano for me.

Jeans or skirts? I want to say skirts because I always feel so flowery and pretty in them (but low-key I always get hella annoyed with them)

Extrovert or introvert? I thought I was an extrovert for a second. And then I laughed at myself for thinking of such a weird thing. I’m like an Introvert™

Fantasy book or non-fictional book? fantasy yes please. need me some action. some DRAMA (also dragons)

Discovery channel or disney channel? *uses fairy wand to draw disney logo*

Hair up or hair down person? hair down ftw. My hair looks extremely poofy and frizzy when its down and I just get really annoyed with it.

————- adrian aka light of my life’s questions

What’s your favourite planet? Oh man I have so many good answers to this. okay a) Uranus, because I’m a teenager and cannot help it b) Pluto, because VIVA LA PLUTO its such a smol planet that just wants some love (also side note: I was tying smol and my laptop corrected it to smoldering and I can’t stop laughing) c) Neptune, because I love Percy Jackson’s dad Poseidon and d) Earth, because it has all of you lovely folks

Do you speak any other languages? I do! I speak English and Hindi fluently. I can understand and can speak sometimes Punjabi, and I can speak/understand Spanish to a limit.

What’s your dream job? oh mAN. *side eyes all the future career quizzes I’ve taken* Honestly, at this point I have no clue. Something with design preferably. Or a film director! That’d be fun. Yeah idk, just something I would have fun doing :)

If you were choosing a new name for yourself, what would it be? .....that is a good question. I’m gonna say Lily because thats my internet nickname and its really cute

Do you like flowers? I love flowers. Give me all the flowers

Is there a nickname you’d like people to call you but have never asked? Not particularly. I just like when people give me nicknames in general because its like a special thing y’know

What colour would you dye your hair? I just dyed my hair yesterday actually! It’s a really pretty reddish brown. I think in a couple years I might go for some non-natural hair colors like blue or something. (I also love how pretty silver/grey hair looks but alas, I could never pull it off)

What’s the best birthday you ever had? I was going to be cliché and say my sweet 16, but I’m gonna go with my 10th birthday. I had absolutely no idea we were doing anything until I came out of my room and my best friend at the time just pounced on my back. Soon a couple others came and we had a blast. (This was the night before my birthday) And then the next day my mom took us all to go watch a movie. The best part though was when used the wrapping paper from the gifts to hide away umm some provocative movie posters.

Do you play any instruments? I play the piano! But I haven’t practiced in such a long time oops

Can you swim? I used to be convinced I was a mermaid when I was a little kid. I LOVE swimming.

What are you afraid of? Our inevitable doom and destruction and the realization that one day, none of what we do will ever matter because we will be dust. No, I’m kidding. I’m gonna have to say just being completely alone and nobody liking me. Also, lizards.

————- ellen’s questions

Where is wally/waldo if you’re one of those weirdos from Across The Pond *sweats*

favourite tv show theme tune? DOO WEEE DOOOOOOOOOO. Actually I’m pretty sure that isn’t my favorite, but its fun to say.

If you could live in an AU what AU would you write for yourself? One where I am successful and happy and someone loves me as much as Victor and Yuuri love each other. (probably not the answer you were expecting oops)

Which powerpuff girl are you? Blossom!

Which ship in YOI do you think needs some more lovin by the fandom? Sara/Mila haha. (ngl I don’t really have that many ships in YOI other than Victuuri)

How long would you last in a horror movie? .0000002 seconds. Self preservation? What self preservation. I would totally just trip into the murderer’s knife or whatever

leopard print or tiger stripes? and which half of victuuri would you put in which clothes? Hmmm I’m gonna say tiger stripes. I feel like they could both rock either, but in the end it wouldn’t even matter because somehow those clothes would end up in Yurio’s closet.

how much would you pay kubo-sensei for the down low on the YOI movie? one corn chip (sorry oops I was just thinking about memes) Probably nothing because I don’t like spoilers. (but then again, I do like knowing more than other people so who knows)

favourite type of sky? (e.g. sunset, cloudy sky, overcast etc) A clear night sky when you can see all of the constellations glittering down on you

why did the chicken cross the road? It wanted to get hit by a car after those ap exams. (actually did you know “To get to the other side” was supposed to be a joke about after life because I never got that until recently)

if you could send a message to all creators with your newly acquired psychic powers, what would that message be? “GIVE ME STUFF. ALSO YOU ARE AWESOME AND MAKE GR8 STUFF (but you need to totally give me all the stuff)” because I’m a selfish butt

OKAY, now for my questions. Let’s see.

What is your favorite part of the day? (This can be a time, like the morning, or an action, like seeing your pet)

What is something you’ve always wanted someone to do for you, but never told them?

If you could do something for the rest of your life without fear of going broke/getting hurt, what would it be?

Can you describe the color blue without using the word? (I’m so ready to hear these responses aye)

Best compliment you ever received? 

What is your favorite au trope?

What is your favorite memory?

What is something you’ve always secretly wanted people to compliment you on?

Hogwarts house?

What is your favorite song at the moment? (Or your #1 played song on your phone if you don’t have one)

Do you cry during movies/tv shows/while reading books/fanfics?

FFFFFF I don’t even know if I know 11 people and most of them either a) already tagged me, or b) have already done this. But anyways

Tag: @sea-goddess-amphitrite, @cary-onmywaywardson, @islandsofjohnmontagu, @iceprinceofbelair, @kasumi-chou, @nikifirov, @where-his-towel-is, @rayrayswimusic, @miraculous-katsukii, @flowercrownyuri, @accioharo, and @overcome-chihoko (I’m tagging 12 people because fight me)

(I’M SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU BACK IF I DID and I hope its okay that I tagged all of you guys. I just really want to know what you guys would say :) also if you don’t want to answer these its totally fine. <3 you)