I’m going to assume — though perhaps shouldn’t — that you expected this to be angsty. I hope not to disappoint you too badly ;)
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Grantaire said calmly, seemingly blithely unaware of the murderous look Enjolras was giving him.
“Oh, but I really, really do,” Enjolras said between clenched teeth.
Grantaire arched an eyebrow at him and swiveled around on the hard plastic seat to look behind them. “Enj, there are literal children on this ride. It doesn’t even have a lap bar, just a seatbelt. I somehow think you’re overreacting, just a little.”
The rollercoaster lurched slowly forward and Enjolras squeezed his eyes shut. “There are three things I absolutely hate in this world,” he hissed. “Heights, speed and, at the moment at least, you, and this is the goddamned unholy trinity right here.”
Grantaire had the nerve to chuckle, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “It amazes me that a man like you who has stared down US senators and half the goddamn National Guard in full riot gear is scared of a little baby rollercoaster.”
Enjolras opened one eye to glare at him. “It amazes me that you seem to think that you’re going to make it out of this alive, let alone with a boyfriend.”
Shrugging, Grantaire kissed Enjolras’s cheek once more. “Well, we had a good run,” he said comfortably, as the ride slowly started its ascent. “And at least we’ll go out on a high note.” He paused. “So to speak, anyway.”
Enjolras whimpered as the ride slowed, approaching the peak, and Grantaire looked torn between amusement and exasperation before schooling his expression into something more sympathetic and reaching out to tilt Enjolras’s face towards him. “Hey,” he said softly, “you’ll be alright. I promise. And besides, the only way you can murder me is if you make it through this.”
Despite himself, Enjolras laughed lightly and opened his eyes, not looking away from Grantaire. “I…” he started.
“Yeah?” Grantaire asked, with a small smile bordering on a smirk. “You what? You hate me?”
“No, actually, I—” Without warning, the ride pitched forward over the peak of the coaster, and Enjolras’s words turned into a high-pitched scream of terror. “I LOVE YOU!”
When the ride finally came to a stop, Enjolras had lost what little color he had, and Grantaire wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “God,” he sighed, “that was totally worth it.” He leaned in and kissed Enjolras, who seemed frozen like a statue. “And for what it’s worth, babe, I love you, too, even if I don’t feel the need to scream it at the top of my lungs at an amusement park.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Enjolras informed him, and Grantaire just laughed.
“Sure you are,” he said cheerfully. “Hey, what do you say we ride it again?”
I don’t expect a whole lot of takers BUT I wanted to throw it out there anyway. If you want to avoid all this nonsense, I’m tagging anything that comes out of it with “ask meme.” SO that said, here we go, ask a number from the list and I’ll endeavor to answer:
1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? 2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? 3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with. 4. do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better? 5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do? 6. are you religious/spiritual? 7. do you care about your ethnicity? 8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? 9. are you an artist? 10. do you have a creed? 11. describe your ideal day. 12. dog person or cat person? 13. inside or outdoors? 14. are you a musician? 15. five most influential books over your lifetime. 16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same? 17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”? 18. what’s your patronus? 19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle? 20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? 21. do you love easily? 22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. 23. how often would you want to see your family every year? 24. have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone? 25. could you live as a hermit? 26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality? 27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”? 28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? 29. three songs that you connect with right now. 30. pick one of your favorite quotes.
31. What’s one skill or aspect of themselves that they feel self-conscious of?
The fact that he needs his X-ray vision to see properly. He never mentions it, but he’s almost always using it because without it, everything will eventually go blurry and he has to squint a lot behind his mask.
for the fic title thing, any ideas for "on the architectural applications of cheez whiz"? (don't ask why that was my first idea)
u kno what, i’m going to take it one step further and actually write this one (edit: now it’s on ao3 too)
“And… you’re sure this is a good idea, sir.“
“Listen, D’jangus, did you want my help or not?“ Taako asks, dropping the end of the blanket he was holding so he can put his hands on his hips. “Because if you’re going to question my logic, we can’t work together.“
“I know, sir, I’m sorry, it’s just…“ Angus takes his glasses off, wipes them off on his vest, and puts them back on. The situation does not get any less baffling. “Cheez whiz, sir?“
“Kid.“ Taako puts his hands on Angus’s shoulders. “Did anyone ask Fantasy Michelangelo what he was doing with all that paint?“
“No, sir, it was obvious—“
“Right, and so is this,“ Taako says, removing his hands so he can go back to tugging the blanket taut between the chairs.
“I’m just saying, we’re making a blanket fort,“ Angus says, hesitantly picking up a pillow and crouching down to peer underneath the table. “Using any type of food product in the process seems a little, um… unsanitary?“
“Cha’boy’s got magic,“ Taako reminds him. “It’s a defense mechanism. No one’s gonna try and break in after hitting this bad boy.“
Angus frowns, dropping the pillow to tuck the trailing end of the blanket under the chair’s legs. “I’m also concerned about the smell.“
“And the possibility that one of us will end up stumbling into it instead.“
“Angus? Angus. Agnes.” Taako claps him on the shoulder, making him jump. “Do you trust me?“
“I mean, not really, no.”
“Good. You shouldn’t. But anyway, shut up get slatherin’.“
They argued over names for a long while, before deciding on Yuki because it was unisex. And when written like 幸 it means “happiness; good fortune”
A little girl.
She has long thick and wavy black hair, heavy lidded red eyes and a perpetual resting bitch face, even though she’s always wearing cute hair clips in the shape of cat ears.
Yuki is a relatively quite child. She prefers to chill most of the time with Neko-otousan, but she has moments where she has no chill she makes Tori-otousan have ridiculous tea parties and plays with Neko-otousan and Tori-otousan’s hair. She still has that perpetual resting bitch face during the whole thing.
Yuki can convince anyone to join her for her tea parties, even Bakugo. No one dares say no to her, cause both of her fathers are terrifying. And so she goes and makes everyone wear ridiculous hairstyles and headbands.
Who they like better:
She likes her Neko-otousan the best, because they nap together in his sleeping bag and drink juice pouches. Tori-otousan has no chill over this, and kidnaps her a lot because of this, and so she misses out on her cat naps.
Who they take after more:
She takes after Aizawa. Yuki even has his Erasure Quirk. The only difference is that small sections of her hair floats about, making it look like she has cat ears. Though she sort of dresses similar to Hizashi with the rockstar type look, though she does wear a really long scarf that drags on the ground behind her because she gets hella cold like Aizawa.
Personal Head canon:
Aizawa and Hizashi both teach class while holding Yuki—- or in Aizawa’s case, she tends to nap in a sleeping bag in clear view of everyone. Shinso is her favorite babysitter because she likes to play with his hair and take naps together. She happily calls him “Hitoshi-nii” and demands her fathers to make it official.
Honestly, after following you for a while, I feel like a shiny Alolan Ninetales best represents you. Shiny form is pink, it's v cute, and it's Pokedex entry is funny as well. (Even if it doesn't really apply to you)
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