sports: wanted to do basketball, but ended up not having the time for it
clubs: orchestra, (secretly) poetry club
vernon ended up getting into college on a scholarship for his violin, even though he still isn’t really sure that’s what he wants to do with his life
like he likes playing classical music, but much to the surprise of most people in his major, he’s much more fond of hiphop and pop music which is why everyone’s so shocked when he comes into orchestra with like the weekend blasting from his headphones and not Bach’s Violin Concerto in A minor
but no matter what his personal preferences are, it’s obvious he’s the most talented violinist in the orchestra and even in the whole school
and for that, the conductor and his instructors are all really tough on him because they want to make him a classical music prodigy
and vernon just,,,,,,,, like he just doesn’t think he’s suited for that
like he’d much rather change his major to psychology because he’s always has an interest in peoples personalities and observing others and it’s a field that he really does want to learn more about
but the pressure from everyone, even his friends, is that he should just do music since he’s so talented at it
which is funny considering he’s put a ban on any of his friends attending any of the orchestra recitals because last time hoshi fell asleep, woke up halfway through the piece and got up to clap because he thought it was over, effectively making everyone turn to look at him and the orchestra messing up and long story short
hoshi was escorted out and vernon had to beg the conductor to forgive his friend for being……like that
vernon doesn’t have many close friends in the orchestra because all the other violinist are pretty jealous of his talents. the other sections are made up of mostly his seniors who are also pissed that someone younger than them is doing so well
so vernon spends a lot of his time practicing alone and keep quiet during group rehearsals
but when he’s not practicing, he hangs out with joshua and minghao and jeonghan and the other seventeen members tease them because they call them the ‘brain squad’ because they all get good grades and study
but when they hangout it’s like video games and eating LOL
vernon had let his sister decorate hi violin case with stickers before he left to live on campus and although he does admit some of the my little pony ones and sparkly puppies are ……..a bit……much…..he misses his sister a lot so he never tries to take them off
hoshi doesn’t let him live it down though he’s always like “i never knew you were a fan of fluttershy, how cute vernon” and vernon’s like if you weren’t my hyung………………my violin bow would be shoved…….
lots of people outside of the music program like vernon actually, and not because he’s friendly and approachable like seokmin, but because they find him really elegant and chic when he walks around campus in the suit holding his case before a performance
basically people are like “he’s a real life prince, handsome AND plays the violin”
every white day the music room becomes overflowed with presents addressed to him and confessions of love
and he’s just like…….clueless to why he’s so popular and the other musicians all get grumpy and salty because no one sends them chocolates whatS so good about vernon
the answer is simple: face of an angel but anyway
also like he’s studying classical music but…his sense of dressing and personal preference of music is nothing close to that and he’s actually known for keeping up with trends. he got instagram famous for his fashion and vernon didn’t even know until hoshi was like “you passed 10k followers on insta” and vernon was like “you have followers on insta?”
but anyway you actually meet vernon under some weird circumstances
see the orchestra always picks someone to have a solo in the winter show before finals end and everyone leaves campus for the holidays
and last year it was a senior pianist so everyone’s like this year it has to be another section and like everyone really rEALLY wants the solo because if you get it it means a) you’re probably getting a good grade b) the spotlight is on you for the winter recital
ofc the only one pretty unphased by it is vernon and so when his name is announced for the solo he’s like WHAT and everyone turns to stare at him
and the instructors like “we’ll begin meeting on thursdays to talk about a piece to choose and practice!!”
and vernon wants to protest because….well….because he doesn’t want the solo
but the see of eyes that are glued to him, majority of them angry, he decides to not say anything out loud
but after orchestra is over he heads over to the instructor and slinging his violin bag over his shoulder he’s like “i don’t want…the solo. i can’t do it.”
and the instructor is like what????? why????? and vernon’s like “stage fright. im fine playing with a big orchestra, but being up by myself-”
but the instructor just waves it off and is like “stage fright? you’ve gotta be joking me, if every classical musician dreams of a solo concert. just calm down and show up on thursday ready.”
vernon knows that there isn’t any point in arguing, the teacher has always been strict and if anything he doesn’t want to get yelled at
and on thursday he shows up to the orchestra hall and the teachers there and basically in the beginning it’s fine, they’re talking about pieces that vernon can play and it’s normal but the second the teacher asks him to play something infront of him. vernon…………vernon can’t
even though it’s only the teacher and other student off in other corners,,,,,vernon can’t bring himself to even lift the bow
the teacher basically gets mad and leaves him there telling him to fix his problem the next time there’s practice and that’s when you come in
you’re not in orchestra, you’re actually there to help set up chairs because a friend asked you to and you witness the whole thing go down with vernon and his teacher
and tbh it gets you really mad
because how can a teacher just treat their student like that???? and before you know it you’re going over to where vernon is sitting with his head in his hands and you tap his shoulder and you’re like
“your teacher was being really horrible, im sorry you have to deal with that.”
and vernon, who like ….you don’t know and he doesn’t know you is just like……looking up at you quizzically until his face goes pink and he’s like “oh god…….you saw what happened.”
and you’re like nO DONT BE embarrassed!!!! i just wanted to let you know that your teacher was being a douche!!! i wasnt trying to make fun of you oh my ogd….
and you’re babbling very quickly trying to clean up this mess you’ve started and in your head you’re like THIS is why people tell you to stop striking up conversations with strangers and sticking your nose into peoples business
but vernon suddenly just stands up and he’s like ,,,, “i have to go.” and before you can even gather your words again he’s gone and you’re like FRICK I MESSED UP UGH
and you like scold yourself but it’s like what can you do you won’t see him again right?
but you DO see you end up in the orchestra room next thursday again because your friend wanted to meet up there after her practice to go out for dinner
and so you’re sitting in one of the rows of chairs and you see vernon (you know his name because you had heard the teacher yelling at him before) and he looks so depressed to be there
and when the teacher comes you watch as vernon tries to focus himself and bring the bow up to play but again, he just clenches his jaw and can’t move his hand
and the teacher looks like he might start yelling again and you decide you need to save the poor kid
so you get up and rush over and stand in front of the teacher and you’re like “i can help him!!!!!”
both vernon and the instructor stare wide-eyed at you and you’re like in your head like cmon think think …..and then you smile up at the instructor and you’re like “i used to have anxiety before performing too, i know how to stop it so!!!! just give us time before the concert - ill help him!!”
and vernon leans over to whisper like “what are you do-” in your ear but the teacher is like “are you a friend of vernons?” and you’re like YEP WE KNOW EACH OTHER WELL SO DONT WORRY!! LEAVE HIM IN MY HANDS!!
and the teacher looks suspicious but at the same time you’re pressing the fact that this solo is REA L L Y important and finally he just gives in and points menacingly at vernon whose still standing behind you, quite frankly flabbergasted by your appearance
and he’s like “if she doesn’t fix you before the concert. …..we will have a problem and any recommendations i had planned on writing for you are in the garbage, got it?”
and vernon is still shocked but you bow as the teacher leaves and you pull vernon down so he does too
and when finally the guys gone you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and you turn to look at vernon and you’re like “SO i guess i should at least tell you my name and explain what the was all about”
and vernon, who has never been very…..good with new people….., is just like watching you blabber and not saying anything and you’re like oh god he’s gonna run off again
and you’re like “lISTen….i really want to help, maybe just because i don’t want your teacher to yell at you again for something you can’t control but also like you want to do well right? i mean this is your major?”
and you point to the violin and vernon pauses but slow nods and you’re like
“ok!!! well i…….i think i can help so, how about you at least let me try? can’t hurt, right?” and you smile at him and vernon,,,,,well vernon can’t believe that his first thought as you do is ‘wow they have a really cute grin’ and the second is like ‘what is happening’
but somehow ,,,,he decides that he might as well take a helping hand
and so you tell vernon you’ll see him tomorrow in her, right in time to see your friend come in
and as you leave vernon is standing there….trying to process what happened and the most he can come up with is that you must just be a really kind person to want to help
actually it troubles him to figure out why you’re doing this that he even ends up asking jeonghan about it when he gets back to the dorm and jeonghan is like “well - what’s the problem this person wants to help you with?” and vernon’s like oh right no one knows about my fear and so vernon’s like nvm nvm
but jeonghan is like………….*magnifying glass emoji*
anyway the next day you meet vernon where you planned and you’re like “first things first: stage fright - does the rest of the orchestra know?” and vernon’s like “if i told them,,,,they’d all eat me alive for being childish and not grateful for this solo” and you scrunch up your nose like what kind of friends are those and vernon’s like Well…..they’re not really my friends
you nod and you’re like ok, do your real friend know? and again vernon’s like no,,,,,,,,,,,,
and you’re like ok i promise i wont tell a soul and you like stick your pinkie out and vernon’s like,,,,,that’s childish but you’re like c’mon we gotta and he’s like…..ok…fine
and after hooking pinkies you like start to ask vernon questions about why he gets so scared and some strategies about pretending the audience is there/ imagining dogs instead of people/ etc
and vernon…..who is used to being always in competition with the people around him can’t help but watch you trying your hardest for him….a complete stranger…..and so he ends up actually telling you things that even the closest people can’t get out of him
and two weeks goes by, you see vernon almost every afternoon after his orchestra practice and finally you ask him to try and play something in front of you
and so you sit and vernon stands on the stage and you’re like
giving him a thumbs up and he rolls his eyes, but hides himself behind his violin to chuckle
(he’s actually been smiling a lot more since he started doing this with you - everyone’s noticed but no one says anything)
and he brings up his bow and you keep quiet and watch him intently and vernon concentrates………he thinks like you told him, of no audience but of things that are serene like nature or animals……he even thinks of how proud his sister would be to see him if he could just play a single piece
but then,,,,he looks to you
and unlike the cold, demanding eyes of his teacher and orchestra mates….he sees someone who has genuinely shown him care and
he plays his whole piece perfectly
and at the end you’re scrambling up to the stage, clapping with joy
and vernon puts down his bow and looks at you and smiles, actually smiles
and you feel your heart in your chest skip a beat and when vernon says “i ,,,,, i can do it!!” you almost want to cry
but all you do is nod a million times and jump up and down like “yes!!! yes you can!!!!”
and before you can think, you lunge over to hug him
and vernon freezes because,,,,such sudden skinship makes him embarrassed, but at the same time he feels like even two weeks of knowing you has proved that you’re the kind of person who shows this kind of affection easily
but the second he thinks to wrap his arms back around you
the door to the room opens and some students stare at the both of you and vernon gets redder than a tomato and gently nudges you off and you’re like !!!!!!! CARRY ON to the students and they’re just giggling as they walk past you and vernon
vernon just gathers his bag and is like “um ill go,,,” and you’re like lgfkdjlfdwg
that night vernon frets over texting you because like,,,,,,do you guys still need to meet now that he’s successfully played in front of you/??? and he’s like laying on his bed with his phone on his face like having a crush is so h a r d why cant i stop
but then his phone lights up because you text him like ‘see you tomorrow, we gotta keep practicing till d-day!’
and vernon just grins so much and he’s like,,,,,,,,nvm i hope this crush never goes away
BECAUSE WOW DO YOU MAKE HIM FEEL WARM not that he’d ever admit that LOL
so you keep meeting and then finally it’s the day before the winter showcase and vernon can now even play when there’s other people in the room and it’s all going well
and then the teacher shows up and it’s the final test and before vernon goes up to play you take his hand in yours and you’re like “it’s going to be fine, if anything ill stand behind him and make funny faces to cheer you up!!” and vernon laughs like don’t do that we’ll both get in trouble but thank you
and you give him another thumbs up and he’s like god you’re so corny and you’re like DO GREAT
and vernon gets up there and for a second it’s all good, but then the sickening feeling comes again….the one that tells him that he’s sure to mess up…he’s sure to look like a fool
and he clutches his eyes and he’s like think of something positive - what’s the one thing you wouldn’t mind seeing forever
and in his head,,,,,,all he can visualize is you
you with your big smile, your unapologetic laugh
and all of a sudden he’s playing, like magic. he doesn’t even feel any strain - the piece comes out perfectly
and by the end the teacher raises an eyebrow when he looks at you but then looking back at vernon he gives a nod and says he’ll see vernon tomorrow night
you and vernon go out to celebrate by eating some ramen at the convenience store on campus and you’re just like “i knew you could do it. that teacher’s just a jerk who can’t learn how to properly take care of his students.” and vernon laughs because you’re right, but also because you look so cute getting all pouty over it….like it isn’t even your problem but you’re so riled up and it’s adorable
but then you lift some of your noodles, blow on them and offer them out to vernon with your chopsticks and you’re like “here let me feed you, the flavor i got is so good!!!”
and vernon is looking at the chopsticks like a deer caught in headlights and he’s like “i….im an adult, let me feed myself” and he reaches out but you swat his hand away and you’re like “c’mon aaaaaaa-” and vernon goes pink again but complies
and when he’s done you grin and you’re like “good, right?” and vernon,,,,,,vernon finally realized that god this crush is something way more than a crush because he feels like just your smile makes his heartrate hit the roof
but he doesn’t say it, instead he walks you back to your dorm and is like “…..will i see you tomorrow? at the show?”
and you’re like “are you inviting me~~~” and he’s like don’t tease god but yes yes i am and you grin like ofc ill go i have to see all our hardwork pay off in that solo!!!
and vernon agrees, but for a second he catches himself staring at you for a bit longer than usual until awkwardly bowing and telling you he has to go
you watch him run off and touch your lips, a little sad that he only stared
finally it’s the night of the show and you’re looking for vernon behind the orchestra and once you find him you’re like!!!!!!!! how you feeling
and he turns around, except this time he’s in a suit with his hair slicked back and you’re like Oh ……. and you too, you’re wearing something fancy for the occasion and vernon can’t help but let his jaw hang a little
and the shocking silence gets a little too much so you playfully reach out to ruffle his hair and you’re like ‘do amazing, ok? or else you’ll get a scolding from me ok?’ and vernon’s like ‘pfft uhuh’ and you’re like ‘looK AT you getting sassy with me’ and you both laugh
but soon you go and take your seat and the lights dim and the orchestra begins its first piece
and you sit through everything until finally it’s vernon’s solo and you’re so excited you can’t keep still and when he gets on stage he looks just BREATHTAKING and you clutch your hands together with worry
but he brings the violin up and takes in a breath and……begins to play
and the sound is so beautiful, you can see how it captivates everyone in the audience and you do tear up because he looks so at ease, not the same scared student you saw trying to play in front of his teacher when you first met him
and when the whole thing is over vernon doesn’t even stay for the congratulations from the faculty or anyone who came to see, he runs straight to try and find you
and when he does, you turn and right then and there he sweeps you up into his arms and presses his lips to yours and you’re like!!!!!!!!????????
and when he pulls back you’re like oh ,,,, oh my god
and he’s like ‘oh my god i did that…..’ and you’re like ‘oh my god you did………’ and you’re both shocked but then you just grin and pull him down by the collar to kiss him again
and it’s cute for the first time vernon is forward with how he’s begun to feel about you and you’re more then head over heels for him too, you realized this when you saw him play in front of only you and his determination just….just made him look so cool to you
but that’s not important, what’s important is you two walk out of the building hand in hand and vernon’s like “id like to take you on an official date” and you’re like ‘ooooo so mannered~~~” and vernon is like plEASe for one second don’t make everything teasing but you just giggle and kiss his nose
and the restaurant you go to is way more upscale than you expected and you’re like ??!!?!??! vernon can you afford this and he’s like “yeah, i tutor violin on the side so i have the money” and you’re like what. how did i not know and he shrugs shyly like,,,there’s a lot you don’t know
and over dinner you learn that although vernon loves music, he’s been considering changing majors and………that maybe that is also part of his stage fright and you even tell vernon of your own insecurities which is hard but you know you can trust him
you also learn vernon is in poetry club and you’re like “our second date is you letting me read your poetry” and vernon is like “you will never know where i hide my book so-” and you’re like “if you don’t tell me i will do aegyo for an hour straight” and vernon is like gbdklzfd NO FINE
fancy restaurants aren’t your biggest thing so after a while you’re like vernon let’s go get dollar ice-cream and walk by the han river
and it’s cute you guys are way more suited to this casual kind of thing and when you try to sit up on the railing vernon has to pull you down because he’s scared you’d tip over into the water
and like the whole time he’s going crazy thinking about kissing you again and it’s so obvious that when he drops you off after, you’re like “you have permission” and vernon’s like ???? and you tap your lips and he goes pink but it’s cute
his kiss is so shy ,,,,just like him
as you officially start to date, vernon gets so nervous about telling his friends because he’s like “they’ll never stop teasing us. like ever. you need to know that.” and you’re like “babe, it’s fine. we can deal with it.”
but the second you and vernon show up holding hands all of seventeen mc’freaking loses it
s.coups is like we’RE THROWIng a PArty. jeonghan is like “I KNEW IT I CALLED IT”. seungkwan is asking you if vernon didn’t just pay you to act like it. and minghao is taking photo proof of your hands together for future reference and it is a certified Mess and vernon is like
like too embarrassed to speak and you’re just like “oh god vernon you were right we should have stayed quiet”
but then you learn about how useful the meme squad that is his friends are. like wonwoo informs you of how scared vernon is of horror movies so you pick on on your next date JUST to have vernon curl up against your arm and press his face into your neck out of fear
after you’re like ‘that’s the most skinship we’ve EVER had’ and he’s like adigfhbkglr plEASE don’t ever mention it or do this to me again…..
you buy a cute sticker and beg vernon to put it on his violin case and he’s like “sure, but i should ask my sister first since she originally decorated it-”
and that’s how you end up on skype with vernon’s lil sis who absolutely ADORES YOU
you two are being cute together and she’s like !!!!!!! my brother is lucky, don’t mess this up vernon and you’re like ill protect vernon and she’s like pls do and vernon is like oh m y G o d
vernon writes you a poem for your birthday, accompanied with a piece he composes for the violin and he plays it to you like five times over because he insists it HAS to be perfect because it’s your gift
but by the fifth time you just calmly ask him to put the violin down so you can smother him in kisses
and he’s like nonoooonononononoooooo but kisses back and even puts his hand on your neck and you’re like “someone’s getting bolder” and he’s just blushing again
you keep vernon in a never ending loop of soft embarrassment,,,,it’s cute
when you meet him after practice you always make sure to distract him if you hear any of the seniors mumbling something about him because you want to keep him safe from negativity so you’ll like cover his ears randomly or start talking loud
and vernon actually knows why you do it, but he plays along because he can see you’re trying for his sake
but also if anyone says something too harsh you’re not afraid to approach them and give them a lecture and how AMAZING and PERFECT your boyfriend is to a point where vernon needs to drag you away because you’re getting emotional
and he’s like “don’t get riled up on my behalf like a little kid, we can just ignore them.” and you’re just fuming like verNON let me fight them and he’s like no. NO
he makes his phone background a photo his mom took of you two when you visited and that his sister covered in like sparkly filters and it’s c*rny he’ll admit it but he loves it
when he’s playing basketball with like seungcheol and mingyu or something he wears a headband to keep his bangs up and you think it’s the cutest thing ever
you like specifically ask him to send you selfies wearing the headband and the basketball shorts and he’s like ‘what is with you’ and you’re like ‘vernon. you don’t understand you look CUTE’
you sometimes watch their mini games for fun and then run over to hand vernon water and mingyu’ll be like “wehere’s mine?”
and before you can even answer vernon is like “you don’t have hands? go get your own.” and seungcheol is like WOW DISSED TO The FACE and you’re like ‘i never knew you had this side’ and vernon shrugs like ,,,,,,,mingyu’s dumb anyway i love you
and he opens his arms up so you can hug him because he never wants to SAY hug me but you just grin and kiss him instead and he’s like !! and you’re like ^^
9) Baking on a rainy day, high fives, a first kiss sounds really cute!
THIS CAME OUT A HECK OF A LOT LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO OOPS. But here. :3 sorry if it feels a bit rushed toward the end… T 3 T
The phone call was awkward.
A forced phone call to Izuku’s phone, from none other than his childhood friend.
And Izuku knew it was forced because he could hear Mrs. Bakugou telling her son what to say in the background.
“Tell him.” she said, probably attempting to whisper. “Tell him to come over..and quit being such a grouch, Katsuki. ” she added in.
Izuku had to stifle a laugh as he listened silently, waiting for Katsuki to actually speak up.
“Deku” After about three quiet minutes, he spoke. What a surprise! “Come the fuck over.”
It was more of an order than an invitation. And before the freckled boy had a chance to ask any questions, the phone was disconnected. If it wasn’t a cell phone call- Izuku was sure it would have been hung up with a slam.
A distressed sigh escaped his lips and ran a hand through his curly locks.
“What am I supposed to do?? Why is Kacchan’s mother making me go over there” He cant help the worry that had taken over him, and he paced about his room.
Great. Katsuki’s house. What a way to spend a Saturday evening.
They weren’t on terrible terms anymore, but they definitely weren’t /perfect/. They could at least hold a conversation with out yelling at one another now. And they walked home together sometimes… but they haven’t necessarily ‘hung out’.
Another sigh left him, and he tucked his phone away in his pocket. Well, if he was going, he may as well get it over with. Katsuki wanted to make it a quick visit too, he was sure. He’d never invite Izuku over just because– and it was evident now that for whatever reason, his mother was the one who wanted them to meet.
“I’ll just see what Kacchan wants- And then I’ll come home.”
Fuck. Fuck. /Fuck/.
Izuku was coming over.
Katsuki shot a look at the clock ticking away on the wall. It wouldn’t take him too long to walk over, despite the rain fall. It was only drizzling, so it wouldn’t slow Izuku down.
“Mom. What the fuck??” Katsuki growled, as he watched his mother grab hold of her umbrella. She slipped on her high heeled shoes, and swung a light jacket over her shoulder before making her way to the door. “Why the hell would you invite Deku here?! When you’re leaving, what the fuck??”
“You invited him, brat~” she sing songed, and set a hand on the door knob. “Don’t be such a baby. Do you think your mother is stupid? Take advantage of this! ” she demands to her son, before heading out of the house.
Shit. Dammit. Fuck.
What did she mean by that? The ash blonde leaned himself against the wall of his living room. His bottom lip jutted out in thought, slowly starting to realize what she meant.
“No fuckin way.” He stated, before standing himself up straight. “No fuckin way mom noticed somethin like that.”
Katsuki decided he may as well tidy up as he waited to get his mind off of things, and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at the front door.
In that moment, Katsuki swore his heart jolted to a stop.
His breath shortened in his lungs and he shot a death glare at the door. Almost as if he was hoping to scare off his guest with out having to communicate at all… of course it didn’t help. There was a short pause, before another knock followed; this time it was louder.
His mind started to race all over as he inched himself toward the door. What would he say? For what reason did he even have Izuku come over? He had to think of something before he got to the door. He had to figure it out. Had to think. Had to plot–
“Kacchan!” Izuku called. “Please let me in, its down pouring!”
Katsuki paused as he reached the front door. He swallowed thickly, as his hand hesitated to open it. He could easily ignore Izuku and continue on with his evening. Eventually Izuku would get tired of standing in the rain and he’d just go home.
But then he could also catch a cold. Izuku is dumb sometimes, so he wouldn’t have taken an umbrella for a short walk. Katsuki couldn’t let Izuku get sick. “Kacchan!”
The voice jolted Katsuki from his thoughts once again and he grumbled, before grabbing hold of the door knob.
It swung open with a crash against the wall and it would have bounced back shut, if Katsuki hadn’t stopped it with his foot.
“I heard you the first time- be patient, damn.” His red hues narrowed and looked down at Izuku who was a shivering mess. And at that site, Katsuki swore he hated himself. Why didn’t he just open the fucking door? Now Izuku was soaked.
“A..are you going to let me in or not?” He questioned then, frowning.
The ash blonde, pressed his lips shut, and took a step to the side. His eyes watching Izuku’s every movement. The way his hair stuck to his face from the rain, the way his clothes dripped, how he took awkward steps because his shoes were also soaked through… it was sort of cute.
Shaking away the thought, Katsuki kicked the door closed. He followed Izuku in, and the silence was becoming a bit awkward.
“Why did you want me to come over?"
Finally it was broken, and the freckled boy turned his attention toward his childhood friend. There was a bit of shyness in his gaze.
"Uuuh–” Katsuki paused momentarily. “Uh… to help me bake somethin.” It /sounded/ like he made it up on the spot, but who the hell would care? Although now he had to figure out what exactly he was baking.
“To /bake/?” Izuku’s eyes widened slightly, before he nodded and looked down at his wet clothes. “Thats unlike you Kacchan, is this some kind of prank?” He smiled crooked. It was that uneasy, unsure smile that Katsuki really disliked for many reasons.
“No- no seriously! I gotta bake somethin and Im not fucking good at it! So thats why I wanted you over. ”
“Your mom made you call me” Izuku stated. “But. Let’s get it over with, okay..? Um.. I’m sure you want to get this done as soon as possible. ”
Katsuki’s brows knitted at that. It hurt to hear that Izuku felt he wasn’t wanted there… because that wasnt true.
“Sure. But I’m gonna give you some dry clothes first.”
“Just take the damn offer!”
Now that Izuku was in a dry set of clothes, (Katsuki’s shorts and hoodie), the two of them could get started. Izuku’s cheeks were flushed red wearing them. It felt weird.. but nice. They had only shared clothes one other time, and that was when they were children.
Katsuki however, regretted his choice of allowing Izuku to use his clothing. Because God /dammit/, he looked really cute wearing it. The sweat shirt and shorts only showed off how much smaller Izuku was than Katsuki, despite not looking much different standing side by side. Sure Katsuki was taller, and more built, but he never realized how much.
“What are we making?” Izuku questioned, finally looking up at the other. Katsuki’s gaze was disturbed then, and he lifted a hand to rub his neck. His eyes darted around the room. He had to look anywhere but at other.
“Uh.. Apple pie. My mom wants it for dessert tonigt..” A lie. But a good one, he hoped. They had the ingredients for one so how hard could it really be? “I gotta recipe.”
With that, he made his way to the kitchen counter and started to dig through the small box that held his mother’s different recipes.
“You dont seem like the type to enjoy baking, Kacchan” Izuku commented, trying to keep things calm. They were having a decent conversation so far… no yelling. No annoyance. Just talking- about pie and baking! Perhaps it was the start of something… something normal. A genuine friendship, possibly. The chances were slim, but Izuku could be hopeful couldn’t he? He never hated Katsuki, and lately they had been on good terms. The latter hadn’t even bullied or talked down on Izuku for a while. Izuku could almost safely say that his childhood friend was becoming nicer. Not to others per say, but to him personally. It felt good. It gave Izuku a tickle in his stomach.
“I never said I / enjoyed/ it. It just has to be done. ” Katsuki replied, and held up the recipe he was looking for. “And here it is- lets start workin on this and get it done. Maybe by the time we’re finished the rain will stop." He offered a slight smile before setting the paper down on the counter.
Was he actually trying to make conversation? Izuku could hardly believe it, but thats what it seemed like. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip from his fingers and he nodded; his green curls bouncing a bit as he did.
"I hope!” And he smiled. It was genuine, and there was no hint of unsureness to it.
Katsuki could swear his heart stopped. The sight of a smiling Izuku was so rare to him, and it was precious. Something he’d treasure for the rest of his life if he were able. “Read off the ingredients, Kacchan. I’ll start to gather them.”
Katsuki blinked, waking up from his daydream. (He had been doing that a lot that day. He needed to stop).
“Yeah, yeah. First things first is obviously the apples”.
“What the fuck?!”
“It doesn’t look right..” Izuku muttered.
“Seriously, what the fucking shit??”
Katsuki growled, as he stared at the pie they had baked. It was cooling off on the stove top, but the top crust had sunken in, and the inside was liquid instead of caramelized. “What the hell did we do wrong??” He questioned, grabbing hold of the recipe. It looked like they did everything right. So why was it coming out that way?
“Maybe we mis-read a step” Izuku mumbled, as he lifted a hand up to play with his lower lip. “We should give it another try.. this time Ill read the directions and you add ingredients! Its still raining anyway- it’ll be a fun way to pass the time..” Suddenly, Izuku’s voice grew unsure.
Katsuki shifted his gaze to the other, and felt a wave of something (happiness was it?)take over him. Izuku said it would be fun to pass the time baking with Katsuki. That meant he enjoyed it the first time. That meant he didnt want to leave yet.
The blonde felt his cheeks redden, and he piped up finally. He couldn’t let Izuku be doubtful.
“Sure- why the hell not. Im no quiter. We’re gonna make this damn pie right, no matter what. ” he smirked, and started to gather the ingredients once again.
The second time around seemed to be going more successful, in more ways than one.
To both their surprise they were talking.
It started off about the pie- but it slowly moved away from that. Katsuki swore they were having fun. Izuku laughed a few times. Katsuki was finding it easier to joke around with him, and it was refreshing.
Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he / laughed/ with Katsuki… it felt warm. It made his heart pound in his chest, and his stomach do flips.
They continued to work on the pie, and it wasn’t long before it was in the oven.
The duo wasted time waiting for it to bake by telling stories. They touched back on a lot of their past memories together, majority from when they were young. They avoided any of the bullying memories as if they didn’t exist and focused solely on the times they played or went by each other’s houses. Katsuki was surprised that they actually did so much together.. he had forgotten about the peaceful times between them.
Finally the timer went off, and it was time for the moment of truth.
Izuku watched eagerly, as Katsuki put on the oven mits and went into the oven. The crust wasn’t caved in so that was a good sign. But the real confirmation of their success would be in the filling.
“Ill bet its okay!” Izuku chimed, as he watched the pie. They waited patiently together for it to cool.
“We’ll see. If it isnt right, we’re going to the store for more god damn apples and we’re makin it again” Katsuki stated and he picked up the knife. “Ready?”
As the knife sunk into the pie, a grin formed on Katsuki’s face. He finished cutting the slice and it was perfect. The inside was caramelized just right, and the apples were soft.
“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki looked at the other quickly. “Look at it! ”
Izuku smiled wide, seeing their sucess. Apparently adding too many apples and not enough sugar was their downfall last time.
“We did it Kacchan!” He laughed again and lifted a hand up, waiting. “Ill bet it tastes as good as it looks! ”
The blonde glanced at the raised hand and lifted his own up. He slapped their hands together for a satisfying high-five, though his hand lingered there.
He still couldn’t take his eyes off Izuku. Especially because he was smiling now.. it was such a tender smile, Katsuki never realized how warm it made him feel. How much he actually longed to see it. And he didn’t realize how nice it was to be the cause of it.
The freckled boy looked puzzled, as Katsuki stared at him. He tilted his head slightly, and as he went to move his hand away it was grabbed. Fingers laced and suddenly… he was being tugged forward.
It all happened so fast after that. Their bodies were closer than they’d ever been. Izuku’s eyes widened, as Katsuki's feel shut. Their lips collided together only for a few moments before it was over.
Katsuki pulled back relatively quickly, looking just as surprised as Izuku did.
“K..Kacchan you…” his cheeks grew dark red at the realization.
“..Shut…shut up, Deku.”
“…Kacchan why did you-”
“You k.. kissed… kissed me!”
It was finally said. And the two stared at each other in silence for a few moments. “… why did you..?” Izuku said softly.
Katsuki thought it should be more than obvious as to / why/, but Izuku seemed confused. He appeared to be looking for some type of reassurance, and he was holding himself back from reacting. Katsuki stayed quiet for a few moments before parting his lips to speak.
“I’m…” his voice grew quiet. “..I think I… love you. ”
“.. you /think/..?” Izuku didnt sound too pleased with the answer. He definitely sounded confused and weary. His brows furrowed, and he huddled into himself. It was that look that Katsuki couldn’t stand. The look that displayed his fear. The look that was especially for Katsuki in the past. “A…Are you…making some kind of joke?”
At that, the ash blonde stiffened up. That was the last thing he wanted. This wasn’t a joke, it was real. And he had to make sure he displayed that.
“No– no its not a joke. ” he lifted a hand up to touch his forehead. God, he hated being bad with words. “Its not a joke- I said it wrong. I meant that I.. agh.. I.. really..” It really wasn’t like Katsuki to mix up his words, but when it came to Izuku nothing made sense. He couldn’t form a sentence, and it was killing him inside. “I love you, okay? I love you– and I’m absolute shit at trying to put this into words. I dunno when it started- I dunno what made me want to tell you right now. But I did. And I fucking kissed you, and I did it because I love you. This isn’t a joke- Im serious! ”
There was silence between them then. Izuku’s green hues stared intently into Katsuki’s red ones. They stayed like that for a few moments before Izuku spoke.
“….Kacchan.. I… I also have feelings for you..” it was weird to admit. “ But!”
Katsuki blinked, waiting eagerly. He felt his heart palpitating fast.
"..I can’t trust you fully yet. I’m sure you know why..“ Izuku played with his hands then. "I need you to show me.”
Katsuki swallowed hard, but nodded a bit. Of course Izuku couldn’t trust him all the way. He knew the reasons as to why, but it still hurt. It fucking sucked. But Katsuki’s not a quiter. He took in a deep breath, before closing the distance between them.
“I’ll prove it. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care if its years or whatever. I’m gonna show you and prove it. Im different than I was..”
Izuku’s, face softened as he listened. He gave a gentle nod before reaching out to lace their fingers together.
“I know you are.”
They kissed again, this time it was mutual. Their lips moved together slowly, before parting. Katsuki then pulled the other in for a firm hug.
It was going to be a journey together. It was going to be a bumpy road, it was going to be hard, and it was going to be long. But it was worth it. To be able to see Izuku smiling as bright as the sun, just for him. It was worth everything to Katsuki.
BTS reaction to you not believing they will love you forever.
Oh boy ok it has been a really hot minute since I’ve done a written ship and I am so so sorry this took so long.
He would be hurt, not understanding what brought this on. Namjoon is intelligent and talented but he can occasionally miss the mood so if you were upset he wouldn’t have noticed especially since he just promised to love you.
“Babe I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like you weren’t loved but what brought this on? We have to talk this through, what makes you think I’ll ever stop loving you?”
He would be devastated. Jin is an extremely loving guy he wouldn’t understand what happened to make you feel this way he would do everything in his power to fix how you felt. He would think maybe he was too busy with scheduling or practice and wasn’t giving you enough attention or love.
“Jagiya I’m going to everything I possibly can to show to you how much I love you and how I will love you for as long as I am breathing. Is this because of something else? Because I’m an idol?”
Unlike the other two I feel like Yoongi would be angry if you said this. The conversation probably started because the two of you had an argument and he tried to fix it by saying he would love you forever no matter what. When you didn’t give him back the response he was expecting he would be hurt and show that by lashing out
“I dont know what else you want me to say! If you think what we have here is doomed to end anyway then maybe we should just end it now…”
HE would cry. Hobi would be so hurt that you didn’t think he would love you forever. He wouldn’t understand how you could feel that way and would try to reason with you through his tears. He would hug you close and try to show you what he felt.
“How could you possibly ever think i wouldn’t?? What did I do to make you feel this way??”
This boy I think would act a little pissy to be honest. He wouldn’t understand what you meant because he sure as hell loved you a lot but if you thought they wouldn’t be together forever maybe it was because how you felt on your end.
“well at least I planned on it but maybe you had different plans?”
He would be so sad omg if you said this to him he would be crushed. Taehyung would express his confusion loudly completely not understanding why you thought he wouldn’t be able to keep this promise.
“What?! Jagi I will never ever ever stop loving you I swear!”
This poor boy he would be so lost he wouldn’t know why you would say that when he was trying to be romantic and sweet. That reaction would not be what he was expecting at all.
“Wait what? I…I was trying to be romantic. Wait do you want to break up? is there something I missed? Whats happening?”
Hope that was ok i have not written in a veryyyy long time
I know that Jack tries to be relatable to us-and not in a fake way-and I think I just found a way that I relate to him more. Even though I don’t fully understand what it’s like to be in his position, I can somewhat relate to Jack when he talks about some people thinking that he’s on some sort of pedestal (e.g. thinking he’s always happy or positive, etc).
Before I ramble too much, let me give you guys some context here:
I’ve always been considered a “good student” in school. In these past years, I have always done my work, paid attention in class, and basically try to get the best grades possible because:
1) As hard as school can be, I *do* like learning stuff.
2) I really really REALLY want to make people proud. (Mainly parents and teachers). So I want to keep doing what I’m doing to maintain that.
3) Having this attitude of trying to always maintain a 4.0 gave me motivation and a goal I could always work towards.
I realized that “always trying to be at a 10” for the sake of pleasing others isn’t very healthy. I’ve had a couple periods of time where I end up breaking down due to the stress of doing that, whether it’s actually crying in front of my mom or spiraling mentally and emotionally on the inside with no one (in real life) noticing.
You see, I don’t like drawing attention to myself in real life. Here, I can stay somewhat anonymous and be able to vent out my feelings without the fear of seeing people react to me negatively in front of me.
So whenever I do need help in real life, whether it’s something small like not getting how to do an assignment in class or something big like needing someone to talk to for support and reassurance, I…don’t usually go out of my way to receive that help.
It’s not out of stubbornness and feelings of “Oh, I can do this myself! I don’t need other people’s help!”
It’s more like “I don’t want to inconvenience that person right now.” or “I’ll look stupid asking for help on this.” or “People won’t look at me the same way ever again.”
And I promise that I’m getting to a point here. I’ll move on before I forget what I truly wanted to talk about:
My family likes to tell people how “proud they are of me” and that “I’m so smart and hardworking” and “nothing really gets me down when it comes to school.”
(That last one is more implied than said directly.)
So they start to get this impression of me that, to be honest, makes me feel like they think I’m better than I actually am. Sometimes like…they forget that I’m *an actual human being with feelings and thoughts of my own* instead of a machine that pumps out work that supposedly represents the best parts of myself.
Here’s an example:
So as some people who follow me may know, I’ve been struggling with demotivation and stress lately. Unfortunately, that has been affecting my school work as far as 1) the quality of it and 2) getting done in time.
To be honest, I’ve been feeling really disappointed in myself for not trying harder. But part of me knows that this behavior of mine isn’t because of laziness. When it comes to school, the last thing people usually think of me is “lazy.” In fact, some might say I work TOO hard. And I do agree with that.
I have a habit of pushing myself to my limits and even further cause I JUST DONT WANT TO DISAPPOINT ANYONE!!
I just hate the thought of it, so so much.
As I said though, doing this degrades my work.
I recently had a conversation with a family member. I thought that if I could vent here, maybe it’d finally be ok to vent in real life. I started to talk about my demotivation and mentioned that one of my latest assignments, an essay, was turned in a week late. Given my reputation in my family, that’s like extremely shocking to them.
“WHAT?? But…you’re supposed to be better than me with this stuff!! That’s something that *I* would do!…wow, I’m actually feeling angry right now…seriously?? I’m really disappointed in you…”
I didn’t get a chance to explain myself properly cause I had to leave shortly after.
It made me feel…bad about myself. Like I really *am* supposed to be better than that.
However, I’m only human! People shouldn’t expect me to be at my best ALL THE FRICKIN TIME!!
I swear, it’s like I deviate from the usual expectations ONE TIME and people just…
The main point to take away from this:
Don’t treat people like they’re on a pedestal. Please.
Alot of littles get sweeped up by these cute, rich doms and think life is so great and wonderful……until they stop answering because the little stopped sending nudes.. Yeah FAKE DOMS we all have delt with some one time or another. Fake doms are dominates that say things to get with a little even if they arent true. so here are some tips to find out if you have a FAKE DOM.
1. If the dom is only interested in seeing your body aka nudes and throws a fit when you dont send them (threating to break up, saying your shit or calling you awful names) or begs when you say no. Its probably a fake dom
2. If they say their ‘rich’ right off from the start and start saying they’ll by you everything you want life gifts, big house ect. Its probably a fake dom
3. If alot of littles have said that they’ve been with them. its probably a fake dom.
4. If they start saying ‘i love you’ two days into the conversion probably a fake dom.
5. If they are to sexual. Such as telling you they want to bend you over and ect.. One day into talking. they’re probably a fake dom.
Well thats it for this post. Now im not saying all doms that do this are fake but here are some tail tell signs. Remember stay away from fake doms and look out for other littles. Also beware some doms who have multiple littles but thats a different post.
Every single instance in which you were foolish enough to think that two hours of sleep was a sufficient amount to be a functioning, productive human being came back to bite you in the ass the very next day, no matter how many times it happened. Decorative rings of purple-blue hung beneath your eyes like the crescent moon you were so fond of staying up for, and your hair stuck out out in directions you didn’t think to be possible. But fuck, was it totally worth the satisfaction of beating out the giant rock in space as the sun swallowed it, bringing on a new day and an extensive amount of the stress that came with insomnia. You reasoned that an all-nighter was a necessity; you wouldn’t be prepared for your test had you not pushed the boundaries and tested the limits of the body’s ability to lumber on in spite of the fatigue it was plagued with.
I'm sorry that the other anon made you uncomfortable and also it's cool that you're busy it's life we all get it (well most of us) but yeah just idk I can't words rn so 💕
Thank you😭😭 I’m really exhausted to the point that I rlly want to cry but ayy its life haha. And yeah it made me uncomfortable bc I don’t really like to show my relationships to others. Sometimes I do it but it’s rare and I usually dont start it ahah, it’s just that Im a pretty private person. I still don’t know who they are tho, made me sad bc I don’t want them to think that they did smt wrong. But yea I decided that I wont answer any of their anonyme ask anymore, if they want to have a private conversation I will be very happy to talk, if they still want to message me anonymously I wont answer, bc this has nothing to do with yall or with my blog
BUT ANYWAY LETS STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS🐿🐿🐿🐿 (also ty for all ur kind messages I’ve read everything and sorry that I wasnt able to answer to everyone!!)
Hiii, i dont wanna start that conversation again, but the way that JM immediately stood up when jk came was really weird, and maybe they could have had an altercation? I mean Jimin didin't seem too bright either but im a sucker for speculations.
You don’t wanna start that conversation again & yet here you are. XD Okay, fam, if speculation is what you want, speculation is what you get. HERE’S PURE SPECULATION FROM YOURS TRULY:
Jimin just has had it with JK… Look, we’re in love and thirsty for each other for most part of the year. BUT, it doesn’t mean you won’t let me have my moment with my best friend. What I mean is, I don’t want you hogging me 24/7, intruding on my special time with other people who matter to me. I like us being joined together at the hips, but that has its limit (and tbh, it can be taxing on my body). What I mean is, I love you deeper than the depths of earth, however… GET SOME CHILL, JEON JUNGKOOOOOOK!
So…… You know that feeling taht you want to be friends with ppls but dont know how to start a conversation or they are such talented artist that they seem to far away? Thats me with all the cool artsts…You guys are too good and i have no art to offer. Only too many ideas which i dont want to bother ppl with. BUT since you are so awesome i want to be friends with you so i just gonna do it in the name of those silent ppl too:
hey! how are you doing zoe? i hope good! i have a bit of a dilemma (first world problem dilemma...yikes sorrys) i want to start wearing makeup since im going into seventh grade, but i dont know how to ask my mom. how did you ask/tell your mother (or dad/guardian) you wanted to wear makeup? also how old were you when you started? a lot of girls in my grade are wearing makeup and it makes me a bit self concious so... thank you so much for the advice!
hiiiii im kinda the worst to be asking this becauseeee i dont wear makeup! im 21 years old and ive never owned anything other than stage makup
so uhh my tip would be dont put on makeup and expect to walk out the door normally have you tried just asking her? start small with mascara maybe? dont have the conversation right before school bc it may upset you so i would when everyones in a good mood and before you went ahead and bought some just be open let her know youre interested in starting to wear it
Hey! I'm pretty sure I want to come out to my best friend, even though I'm not sure whether I'm gay or bi, but idk how to even start! I'm not very open abt anything, how do I just pop that up? I know they'll be great abt it but idk
you could always text/write a letter. you dont even have to have a definite label. you could just say “i’m not straight.”
to start a conversation about my sexuality i usually start with a joke like “you know the L word?” or “how about them brokeback mountains? well funny story….”
i recently just found evidence of my friend tracing other peoples art, what should i do? i really still like them, but this is bothering me as a fellow artist
ive been in the same boat before, but i have to say i never had a good solution that ive carried out. my best guess tho, is to try to be upfront about it. try not be like, aggressively accusatory bc that shuts all conversation down, but kinda just be like hey i noticed that your art has some pretty direct similarities to other art and i just wanted to ask you about it.
if you dont want to have a conversation to your friend about it, telling the artists that their art is being traced by another and giving the proof and links n stuff can indirectly bring the topic up to your friend (and i suggest prob doing it anyway). the original artists may contact your friend and start a discussion there, or at least a “please stop wtf”
What do you think of that interesting conversation thats happening on adams twitter right now? (you dont have to answer this if you dont want to)
I think that you can’t expect to have a productive conversation with someone when you start by calling them a liar and names. That Adam is doing his best to distinguish that kind of dialogue from the broader SQ community. I think he also recognizes that there have been people who have used fake SQ accounts in his feed to give the fandom a bad name. Something that many people in SQ would agree is a common tactic by anti- SQers.
I actually have a hard time believing anyone thinks they are going to have a productive conversation with him that way. He’s a human being and if you are shouting “lies!” at him and calling him a homophobe you aren’t looking for one.
He’s saying SQ fans are lovely and the people who are hostile and seem to be have another agenda. I have had plenty of frank and blunt conversations with Adam over twitter. He’ll listen to and engage with a lot of criticism of the show that comes from a place of feedback and dialog. I would recommend that you treat it like giving constructive feedback to a fic author. You don’t have to be nice to him. You don’t have to like what he’s written. But if you want to be productive you need to think about him as a person and not just the object of disdain or the enemy.
My rules of thumb:
Be polite, don’t curse. That doesn’t mean don’t be critical. He wants to read criticism. He does not see criticism as hate. The cursing has to do with the number of children who read his feed. Including his own.
Don’t try to manipulate him. He’s not dumb. He’ll recognize it.
Don’t assume that he is actively lying to you. He may be trying to preserve plot or spoilers or not be able to speak about things that aren’t announced yet. And plans may change. A change of plans is not a lie.