Asahi’s quirk is “Stone Goliath”: his skin turns rock hard to create nearly impermeable armor! It also improves the weight and damage of his punches, kicks, and headbutts! When transforming, Asahi increases in size and intimidation! However his heart is still as frail as ever, so please be kind to him and his appearance!
(When I thought about this quirk I was like….god i can’t animate that…but i tried guys…i tried;;; Asahi is a very sturdy and powerful character that’s frequently regarded as a giant and scary by others, so I wanted to include both of those characteristics! His quirk gives him a lot of strength, but because it morphs his appearance in a “scary” way he had a hard time making friends as a child, and even when acting as a hero children can find it hard to approach him when he’s transformed which hurts his feelings… Coincidentally, Asahi’s quirk is related to the earth, while Nishinoya’s is related to the sky, which furthers their roles as opposites (as designed by Furudate)!)
okay so i had the most horrible idea for a kagehina scene so now you all have to suffer with me - 2.4k, rated t, :( but then :)
Hinata found him behind their gym. His uniform jacket was stuck to the prickly cinderblocks half-way up his back like he’d leaned and slid down into the grass instead of sitting on the ground in the first place, like he couldn’t bother with normal human actions and just melted down the side of the wall out of spite or something. His messenger bag lay upturned and half-way gutted over the green ground in front of him, with his shoe dangerously close to the crime scene. It looked like he’d kicked it himself in anger.
Hinata bit his lip, wringing his hands as he stepped around the corner and approached Kageyama.
He’d planned it all out, researched the best ways to go about it and the best poems–even read some in Japanese and English to see which language would sound cooler in the moment–and the best day in the week to do it. He’d talked to Yachi about it, and then Noya, who were both more in touch with this kind of stuff (especially compared to him). He’d thought about how tired they would be just after lunch versus at the end of the day (he couldn’t do it in the morning, because what if it went terribly wrong and Hinata would have to go to school with him all day instead of being able to escape at any point–best to avoid unnecessary embarrassment if he was rejected). He hadn’t anticipated this, though.
Just before last period, he’d pulled the piece of paper out of his trouser pocket–the one that he’d nearly scribbled and erased and scribbled down to pulpy nothing, the one he’d read and reread so much that the blue lines across it were fading at the edges from his restless thumbs (the one that he’d nearly thrown in the wash the other night)–and held it in his hands as he walked up to Kageyama in front of the sciences building. As usual, the volleyball team tended to gravitate toward each other during any sort of between-class downtime, so Tanaka, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Yachi and a couple of the first-years were all sprawled or leaning or loitering on the lawn with Kageyama, who sipped at his box of milk through a straw and slouched in the shade of a scraggly tree, listening to another one of Tanaka’s stories.
Could you do a reaction request to *Got7* and BTS of their reaction to their best friend (girl) confessing there love for them?
I’m gonna just do Got7 and I’m also doing where they don’t accept and one where they do. ALSO!!! Sorry I haven’t posted in a while…I like making reactions but out of all of my blogs this one requires the most amount of time and it’s hard to set enough time aside to keep up..also sorry if this is shit…this is the only one I did tonight and it took me over an hour and it’s almost 4 a.m. where I am :/
Feelings aren’t mutual-
The second the words “I love you” left your mouth his face would drop. I can picture him scratching the back of his neck and trying to avoid looking at you. He would apologize right away and say he didn’t feel the same. When he heard you sniffle and whisper “okay, sorry” he’d finally look up only to see you running out of the room. Mark would feel awful that he hurt you and would really hope that you could still remain friends.
Feelings are mutual-
Mark has had feelings for you for a while now so when you stood in front of him with the cutest blushing face and wearing his sweatshirt you borrowed the other day he could hardly contain his smile. The second he heard your quiet confession he just pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. “Ah you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say these words”.
Feelings aren’t mutual-
Jaebum is not normally the gushy type. He is very straightforward and hates beating around the bush. He knows feelings may get hurt but he always cuts out the bullshit, but when it comes to you and your confession he can’t help but feel his heart break. He loves you so, so much but he can’t bring himself to love you in the way that you want him to. After he gently rejects you he spends the next hour or so wondering what the hell he was going to do to save your friendship.
Feelings are mutual-
“I love you” is what he hears echoing through his head after you confess to him. He stares at you for a good 3 minutes wondering if what he heard is correct. You start to get nervous because he hasn’t said anything and he watches as you mumble an apology and walk out and then he realizes that in order to say yes to the girl you like you should probably communicate it somehow. He’d run after you and straight up kiss you so that you knew for sure that he truly does feel the same.
Feelings aren’t mutual-
Jackson would mistake your confession as a joke because it isn’t uncommon to make jokes about things like that. He’d respond with a laugh and say something along the lines of “Yeah, sure we can start dating; when pigs fly” and he’d continue to laugh so hard that he’d miss the tears streaming down your face. When he noticed that you weren’t laughing his face would drop, “y/n…y-you weren’t kidding?” He’d try to walk towards you only to stop when he saw you put your hands up and shake your head no. He couldn’t help but tear up when you walked out knowing that he couldn’t give you what you wanted and knowing that meant your friendship was probably over.
Feelings are mutual-
To be honest Jackson probably has already confessed indirectly and you already acted like a couple so when you confessed he’d be like “I kind of thought we were already together?” Really the confession just made everyone else breathe a sigh of relief because they don’t have to step around the “title” of what you guys are.
Feelings aren’t mutual-
Jinyoung would be able to sense that you were about to confess and before you could say anything he would make a point to stress how much your friendship means to him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you…your friendship means so much to me.” He could see your dejected face and felt a pang of sadness but couldn’t force himself to have feelings for you because that’s not fair to him or you.
Feelings are mutual-
Jinyoung would do that one smile, where his eyes crinkle, when he heard your confession. He would be similar to Mark in the sense that he has waited so long to hear you say those words. I think he would like you even more because you actually had the guts to confess when he couldn’t even tell you that you were pretty without tripping over his own words.
Feelings aren’t mutual-
When you confessed he didn’t quite understand what you meant since you beat around the bush. He got confused but the further you explained the more he understood and the more his heart sank. He doesn’t want to hurt you because your are his closest friend but he can’t pretend to have feelings that aren’t there. He turns you down and when he does it seems to hurt him much more than it hurts you because he knows he’s losing you and he can’t do anything about it.
Feelings are mutual-
Youngjae would be so red in the face when he heard you confess and he would giggle. Imagine him shuffling his feet and looking at the ground and mumbling a “let’s go out on a date…if you wanna” and then getting even redder when you say yes.
Feelings aren’t mutual:
Bambam would simply say that he didn’t feel the same. He would come off as indifferent and sort of detached but he wouldn’t mean to be like this. After you walked out he realized how cold he was and it made me fear for the future of your friendship because not only did he turn you down but he did it in a way that even he saw as unforgivable.
Feelings are mutual-
He is so extra that the second you confessed he dabbed and ran out to tell everyone; and by everyone I mean EVERYONE: Got7 members, Twice members, and JYP. In all the madness he’d forget to say yes but you could tell by the way he screamed “SHE LIKES ME; SHE REALLY LIKES ME!”
Feelings aren’t mutual:
When Yugyeom turned you down neither of you could tell who cried more. He was so scared that he’d lose you. With time and separation you guys would meet up again and discuss the future of your friendship and there would be more tears but in the end your friendship meant to much to the both of you end it there.
Feelings are mutual:
You made the mistake of telling Bambam about your feelings because he threatened to tell Yugyeom that you didn’t wash your left hand for an entire week after he gave you a high-five (false rumor btw). So in the end you told Yugyeom about your feelings and thank god you did because if you didn’t he would have to because Bambam threatened to tell you that Yugyeom didn’t shower for a week after you shared a, in Bambam’s words, “a spicy, yet romantic hug.”
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)
Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)
A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”
Request- Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are not his noona (you are younger or same age, but please not a noona) and you are quite innocent and naive, plus you are a virgin, and Jk and you are best friends, but he has the biggest crush on you, ans he finally confesses to you, and he tells you how much he wanted you and thought of you, and you are all embarrassed, and blushing, and such, cuz you are super innocent, plus is you first time.
Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you like it. Sorry if it sucks.
This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned!
Your day started off like any other, getting up and ready for class and going to them. Your best friend saved you a seat, Jeon Jungkook. He had been your best friend since you could remember, he was always there. You could talk to him about anything, he was the only person who saw you fro who you truly were and didn’t judge. He always encouraged you to let the world see you, as he thought you were amazing.
Of course Jungkook didn’t tell you everything he thought about you. You thought you and Jungkook had no secrets, but you were wrong. Jungkook had a huge secret you didn’t know, he was in deeply, madly, life consuming in love with you.
For the past two years he knew it, but hid it. Thinking you wouldn’t accept his feelings. He didn’t feel good enough for you, you were so pure and innocent. You weren’t all that experienced, well not at all. You kissed someone before, but it didn’t even consist so tongue. Jungkook thought you were the most pure being in the world, he didn’t want anyone to taint your purity. Well except for maybe him..
“Jungkook?” You sweet voice took Jungkook out of his daze. He looked at you and noticed people getting up and leaving. How long had he spaced out for?
“Is it over?” He asked you with wide eyes, he had dazed out for the whole lecture. Your giigle took him back to reality.
“Yeah, its over. Come on sleepy head, we need coffee. Namjoon’s party starts at nine and goes on til like eight am, and we have to actual stay past two this time.” You push his shoulder. You pack up you stood up and left the lecture hall with Jungkook.
“Hey, I was tired. And is that any way to treat your elder. I don’t think so, little one.” Jungkook slings his arm around your shoulder, walking down the school hall to get a much needed energy boost. To any one passing you would like like a couple, most people did. You acted like a couple it just didn’t include, sex and the titles. You held hands all the time and cuddled and you loved it, because Jungkook was your first love.
What a pickle you both were in, both in love with one another, but not knowing each others feelings. You never thought Jungkook would like you back. He always dated, well not dated fucked, sexy confident girls, that knew what they were doing. You did not. You wouldn’t be confessing to him, not wanting to ruin your friendship and because you were scared as shit. You were just going to ignore your feelings and stomp on them.
You often got jealous of his flings, the way they kissed him, the way his hands were on them it broke your heart a little. You longed to just have him hold you like that, why wouldn’t he?
The day came and went rather fast. In no time you were walking into Namjoon’s apartment, the party already in full swing. You looked around and spotted Jungkook, leaning against a counter in the kitchen. You made your way to him, but your stride was ceased when a tall blonde came into sight. She grab Jungkooks face and kissed him passionately. You turned and made your way back out of the house again. You needed air and to watch a full series of a sappy romantic K-drama to make you feel better.
It was so cliche, all of it. Boy best friend who fucks around, girl loves him but is to scared to say anything. You didn’t want it to be cliche you wanted to not love him in that way. It wasn’t your fault he was so perfect and made you feel like a butterfly.
You were half way through the second episode when Jungkook messaged you. You unwrapped yourself from your warm covers and opened the message.
Jungkook- Where are you? The party isn’t the same without you :(
You scoffed at his message. why couldn’t he just have fun with the blond girl and leave you to lay in despair in peace. You knew you would be talking to him tomorrow anyway, why did he not just enjoy himself. You didn’t like drinking anyway.
You had forgotten to reply to Jungkook, as you were to wrapped up in your drama to care. It was by the fourth episode there was banging at your door. You groan in annoyance, getting up to get the door. You’re startled to see Jungkook when you open the door.
“Jungkook, why aren’t you at the party?” You asked, but Jungkook pushed passed you and entered your apartment. You close the door behind him and follow him into the living room, taking a seat beside him.
“Why did you leave tonight?” His eyes met yours when he finished his sentence. His elbows resting on his knees. His question took you by surprise.
“How did you know I was-” He cut you off.
“Yoongi told me you left straight after you came in. Why did you leave?” You try to think of a believable explanation.
“I wasn’t really feeling well, so I just came home.” You avoided his eyes, you were never a good liar.
“That’s such bullshit. Y/N I think you’re forgetting I’ve known you my whole life, I know when you’re lying.” You can hear the annoyance in his voice, but why was he so mad? You missed one party so what, who gives a fuck. You were beginning to get annoyed as well.
“Why do you care so much? It’s just a stupid fucking party, Namjoon has one every week. So what I missed one.” You stood up and walked across the room. Running your hands over your face in annoyance, just wanting this night to vanish.
“Well it fucking matters to me if you’re not there. Okay, it’s not the same without you.”
“Why would you need me? You have that blonde girl.” You spit out in anger, regretting it the moment you said it.
“Because shes not you, no one will ever be as good as you.” Jungkook stands up taking long strides to you, you walk backwards to put distance between you, until your back is against a wall, he traps you with his arms on either side of your head. You move your head I order not to look at him, but he grabs your chin to make eye contact.
“What I’m about to say you have to promise you won’t stop being my friend because of it, okay?” You nod, curious to know what he has to say. “I love you and not in the your my best friend way. I love you in the way I can’t get you out of my head ever, your giggle makes my day, your smile brightens my world. I love you. I want to kiss you all over all day long, I want everyone to know that I love you. I want for you to be mine and only mine. I want to love you the way you should be loved. You drive me insane and i love it. There was so many times I wanted to pin you up against a wall and make you feel so good. I love you.”
His confession made you speechless, you just stared back into his eyes. Jeon Jungkook loves you..
“You love me? Don’t joke like that Jungkook, its not nice.” You scold.
“Y/N, I’m not joking.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook leans down and captures your lips with his. “Don’t be afraid, please.” He rests his forehead against yours.
“Your telling me the truth?”
“Yes. I know this is a lot, but just think about-” You cut his ramble off.
“I love you too.” You don’t give him time to say anything else, you press your lips to his. You kiss for a few seconds before you pull away to giggle.
“Why are you so fucking cute?” He groans. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. His strong arms hoist you up and carry you to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, you lay back and he crawls on top of you. He kisses you passionately, his tongue slipping past your lips. You moan into the kiss, the new experience is amazing. You slide your hands down and slip them under his shirt from his to take it off. He pulls away from you.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop.” His voice is laced with concern, but his eyes are filled with lust.
“I want this. I want my first time to be with you.” You smile, pulling his shirt over his head. You sit up and take off your own. His eyes are trained on the swell of your breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He quickly latches his lips onto your neck kissing down your neck, collarbones and chest. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He throws it behind him. Jungkook kisses each breast, he gropes both of them with his large hands, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You moan loudly, in embarrassment you smack a hand over your mouth.
“Don’t do that. I want to hear your beautiful moans, I dreamed of the day I would get to make you mine.” His words are melting your heart, arousing you. He kisses down your stomach, until he comes to the band of your pjama shorts. He looks up at you, silently asking for permission.
“Please Jungkook.” He was just kissing you and he had you this needy. Jungkook hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties, pulling them down until they leave you completely bare in front of him. He stares at you in awe.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He spreads your legs, getting comfortable in between your legs. He kisses your pelvic area, making a shiver run up and down your body. His eyes are trained on yours the whole time. He kisses your pussy lips, starting to kitten lick your slit. This is a whole new experience to you, it feels amazing to have Jungkook eating you out. You know why your girl friends were such hoes now.
“Jungkook t-that feels so g-good.” You stutter out. You can feel him smirking against your pussy. He pumps a finger into your core, pumping it in and out, as he continues to suck, lick and nibble on your clit. He adds another finger, pumping you for a while before hes scissoring you. It feels so good. You feel a tingling in your lower stomach, the feeling grows and grows and so its taking over your whole body. Its consuming you, your body shakes in after shock. Jungkook laps up all your juices, before coming back to your lips. You can taste your self on him, it arouses you more. You wanted him inside you.
“You taste amazing, baby girl.”
“Jungkook, I need more.” You never thought you would be like this, but Jungkook just brings that out in you, obviously.
“It will hurt at first, but then I will make you feel so, so good. Okay? Don’t be scared.” He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He gets off the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. He was so flawless, his toned body was beautiful and tan. How was he so amazing, how did you stay away for so long?
“Are you ready sweetheart?” He asks, after he puts on the condom, he joins you back on the bed.
“Y-Yeah.” You nod, assuring him you were ready. Sure you were scared that it would hurt, but its Kookie, he would never hurt you. He grinds his dick up and down your slit, before slowly slipping in. Your eyes sting with tears, it was painful him stretching you out.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jungkook’s head goes back in pleasure, having your tight hot pussy wrapped around his member. He looks down at your pained expression, he moves strands of hair off your face. He leans down and kisses the tip of your nose. “I love you.”
All the pain faded away soon enough after. “I-I think you can move, Jungkook.” His hips start to roll into yours, it was so pleasing, the way he filled you up. “Oh my god, this feels amazing.” That seemed to egg Jungkook on, as his hands go on either side of your head, he was rolling his hips into you faster. You hands grip onto his back, your nails digging into his soft skin, as your second orgasm approaches. You were seeing stars and couldn’t help but clench around Jungkooks dick, as you came. You chanted his name, like a mantra.
“Fuck.” Jungkook groans into your ear. You were so tight around him, he was filling the condom up with his seed. He rests his head against your shoulder for a movement, before he pulls out. He gets off the bed, taking the condom off and putting it in the bin. He grabs a towel and cleans your cum up. You lay there exhausted from what you both just did. You felt amazing.
“That was amazing.” You finally say, earning a chuckle from Jungkook, who gets back on the bed with you. He pulls the blanket over your naked bodies and pulls you into his embrace.
“Your amazing.” He kisses you softly, stroking your hair. He pulls back to look you in the eye, he has a smile on his face. “So.. will you be my girlfriend?” You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You bury your head in his chest, not wanting him to see how red your cheeks were. Jungkook places another kiss on your head and chuckles at how adorable his girl is.
I hope this didn’t suck to much, and that you all enjoyed it!
A/N: Simon makes a confession, and Baz is overprotective. Based on a conversation I had with my crush. She said the first three lines of this to me, and this fic just appeared. I didn’t even get this checked or drafted. Just rough, awful content. RIP me.
I get so jumpy at night.
I’m afraid of the dark.
I’m afraid of weird noises.
I’m afraid of pretty much everything at night.
Merlin. I’m the bloody Chosen One. By day I’m expected to be fearless and invincible, but I when the lights go out, I somehow become… well, human.
Snow is scared of the dark.
He thinks I don’t notice, but I do. I notice everything about him: the way he moves, the slight twitch of his upper lip when he scowls, the way his hair falls over his forehead in a rippling bronze wave. I see everything about him.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t notice. I wish I could stop dwelling on it.
But Simon Snow is always there–just like the sun. You can’t ignore him, and you can’t deny how bright and beautiful he is, no matter what time of the day. He’s unconquerable. He’s a magickal supernova. And he’s afraid of the dark.
I let my eyes wander to the other side of the room, where Snow is curled up beneath his sheets. He’s pulled them around his ears and over half his face. Only his eyes are peering out above the waves of white. They’re blue. A flat color blue–like the sky on a hazy summer afternoon. I could let myself sink in the shade of them until I lose my own soul.
I’ve already lost my soul. I think.
Simon shifts under the covers. The ripples in the sheets shift and expose a section of his chest. (He sleeps shirtless.) (Yet another “fuck you, Baz,” from the universe.) It’s smooth, except for the scattering of moles across his shoulders. I shiver.
He drags the pillow out from under his head and pulls it over his face, obscuring my perfect view.
“Can’t you stop moving?” I hiss. “I’m trying to sleep.”
Snow makes a muffled, undecipherable sound from under his pillow.
It’s gotten worse tonight.
I can’t help the way the darkness makes me feel. It’s stifling and horrifying. It creeps up my neck and face like a pair of hands. I can’t breathe.
Hiding my face in a pillow–away from the dark, away from everything that could be lurking in it–seems to be the only thing that will keep me from running helter-skelter down Mummer’s Tower and sleeping the rest of the night in the well-lit hallway.
What I wouldn’t give for just one flicker of light.
He’s shaking. I can see it.
“Fuck off, Baz.”
“Can’t. I’m always here.”
I sit up in bed, swinging my legs off the side of the mattress and onto the floor. Snow startles visibly at the noise.
“Merlin, don’t do that.”
I sneer. “What’s wrong? Don’t like things that go bump in the night, do we, oh mighty hero Snow?”
He yanks the pillow down and glares at me, his lower lip twisted and trembling. “Fuck off.”
My heart drops into my stomach when I see his face.
It’s a picture of desolation. His eyes are desperate, confused, wanting…
“I’m afraid of the dark, Baz.”
Snow’s voice brings me back to the present. He drags the words out of the air. They’re clawing at his throat, and he pulls them into the open one by one. Painfully. Haltingly.
For a moment, I don’t believe he’s just made that confession. To me, of all people. The Chosen one. The all-powerful Mage’s Heir, come to save us from the Insidious Humdrum and the dark creatures… is afraid of the dark?
“It’s not bad,” I hear myself say, “when you’re used to it.”
My tone must catch him off-guard, because his eyebrows twitch and his face relaxes just a little.
I stare at him. He swallows, and his adam’s apple catches. I feel blood rush to my cheeks.
“When I was younger, I used to imagine the dark was like… a fog. And I’d pretend I carried a sword, sort of like yours. But made of light and glass and everything good I could possibly think of. I’d imagine swinging it, and a gash of light would open through the dark. It helped me remember…”
“Remember what?” He’s interested. I can see the fear begin to melt, like ice in the springtime, away from the wintry blue of his eyes.
“Even when you can’t see any light around you,” I say. “You can make your own light. You’ll always be powerful enough to carry the flame in your heart like a guiding torch.”
Suddenly, I throw my own caution and fear aside. I stand up and walk towards Snow. He sits bolt upright, a defensive mask sweeping across his face.
I shush him, sitting down on the mattress beside him and pressing my finger to his lips. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to scare the dark away.”
His lips fall open, and his eyes get round. “Baz, wha–”
I push him back–gently, I don’t want to hurt him, I never did, I never will–and kiss him. Hard. He gasps and lets his hands drop. After a horrible second of being unsure whether or not he would shove me away, Snow weaves his fingers through my hair and kisses me back.
I draw away, just an inch.
“I’ll scare the dark away,” I repeat, stupidly. He laughs and forces my head down again, straining up to reach my lips.
It’s almost dreamlike. But I let myself believe it’s real–because I’m weak. Because Simon Snow is here, with his piercing eyes and tousled bedtime hair, kissing me gently, like I’m an angel sent to guard him from the elusive demons of the dark. Because I’m in love with him.
I wake up the next morning with a strong arm draped over my chest. Baz is softly breathing on my neck, stirring my hair and sending a warm shiver down my spine.
There’s sunlight pouring through the window. It bathes us both in light.
I don’t know if this is stupid but I always wanted to date someone who loves One Piece just as much as me so that we could both fangirl/fanboy together, cry together, talk about new episodes and new chapters, sing One Piece openings together and our perfect date would be the two of us on a couch, a bowl of nutella and One Piece on the tv. Doesn’t that sound like a dream?
The rest of the day went by slowly but without any hiccups and all the while you were dreading detention. You were exhausted, physically and mentally. Shuffling from foot to foot to the library, you sat down on the nearest chair and rested your head against your folded arms, allowing yourself a moment’s rest.
A moment turned into five minutes, then ten, fifteen and finally twenty before the presence of someone shuffling in front of you had you jump awake. Head thrown up and eyes darting, you slumped as green eyes greeted you.
“Long day I heard.” The boy had a stack of books by his side and you groaned, “You have no idea, Green-Eyes.”
“Sterling.” He said, flicking through pages carelessly before tossing the book and picking up another from his pile, “My name is Sterling.“
“What are you doing here, Sterling?” You asked, cheek resting against your fist. “Same as you,” he sighed, brushing dark locks from his forehead. “Detention.”
A laugh escaped and you quickly covered it with a cough. “Convincing.” He teased, eyes meeting yours for a moment before returning to the pages.
“What’s a Ravenclaw doing in detention?” Raising an inquisitive brow at the boy, you examined the books. All Transfiguration. “I went into the restricted section.”
A smirk spread across your face as you scanned the covers, “Why? Looking for something in particular?”
Sterling nodded slowly and was about to respond, but decided to slide an open book across the table to you, tapping the illustration on the page with his finger.
A wild dog snarled on all fours under the moonlight, surrounded by other mysterious creatures. Squinting at the text by the interesting picture, you read through it slowly. It was human transfiguration - how to become an Animagus.
“You’re ahead in Transfigurations?” You blinked at Sterling and he smiled lightly, “Something like that.”
Furrowing your brows as you looked from him back to the page, you scanned over the text carefully, intrigued by the contents within the book. Step by step instructions were present and you had to go over the paragraphs a few times before you actually absorbed it. Humming softly as Sterling watched you read, the two of you jumped when someone cleared their throat.
“Y/N, I thought I reminded you of your detention with me this afternoon.” That usually condescending voice sounded irritated or even angry.
Snapping your book shut and sliding it across the table to the equally startled brunette, you looked up at Riddle, eyes wide.
“This is where I always serve detention, I thought you’d meet me here.” Tom glared down at you and you suddenly wanted to shrink into yourself, standing and flashing Sterling an apologetic look, “Let’s chat later, alright?”
The green-eyed boy stared at you, brows raised, before slowly nodding and taking a hold of the book you’d returned.
Turning away from Sterling and taking the annoyed Slytherin’s side to leave but stopped mid-step to swiftly return to Sterling, arms wrapping around his neck tightly in a hug.
The library was silent, save for your breathing and the shocked brunette’s heartbeat against you.
“Don’t move.” You warned before slowly pulling away and meeting his startled eyes.
He said nothing, but his eyes told you he understood and you smiled thankfully, intentionally avoiding Tom’s hard face - he hadn’t seen you reach into your own pocket and pluck a small, green critter and hand it to the mocha-skinned boy ahead.
You felt intimidated when you realized Riddle was glaring at you from the corner of his eye as you walked side by side in silence. It seemed as if after a while, the Slytherin couldn’t stand it anymore and broke it. “Future detentions will be held at the library, but we need to redo our Shrinking solution.”
You nodded, sighing softly as the day’s events replayed in your mind. “You told me it was Hornby who put leeches down my back,” the door swung open and you let out a deep sigh, “Did she say why?”
“You and the Ravenclaw boy, Mathers.” He tutted and you raised your brows, “What about him?” The two of you turned into the potions classroom and you blinked, everything was already set up.
“You have everything ready?” Eyes finding his, Tom clenched his jaw, “Of course, I’m not nearly as unorganized as the rest of our class.”
You flinched lightly and examined all the jars, the contents and all the creatures you now hated. You kept your distance.
“I find it distasteful.” You nearly stopped mid-step. “Excuse me?” Jaw hanging open, you turned to glare at him. Tom went on as if he hadn’t said a thing and it infuriated you.
“Did Olive tell you why she did what she did?” You repeated through gritted teeth, swiping jars and shakily unscrewing their lids. “She didn’t, no.” The brunette turned the wooden spoon without even the wave of his hand and you were finding it particularly distracting.
“Well I suppose I’ll have to ask her myself, then.” You raised the jar above the cauldron to empty its contents and Tom’s hand shot out to grab your wrist tightly, eyes on the book. “Stop this nonsense now.”
You blinked at him sarcastically, “I’m not doing anything, Riddle.”
He pulled you close and with an all newly penetrative set of eyes, glared at you, lips thinned into an unamused frown and eyes wild with colour.
“I don’t care how you handle yourself but while you’re with me you will handle yourself with poise, do you understand? I won’t have you tarnish my grades.” Riddle’s tone was low and menacing and yet somehow he was entrancing.
You nodded slowly, trying not to flinch away from his even breaths over your face.
“I just want to be left alone.” You confessed, Tom had made you feel ashamed for being bullied, for being made a fool of.
“You’ve always responded exactly the ways they want you to,” Tom released you and passed, his robe caressing you gently and making you shudder. “You always give them a source of entertainment.”
You wanted to argue, to deny all of this, but you knew he was right and you blushed, feeling your pride crumble as you opened your mouth to speak.
“What should I do?” Shifting uncomfortably at the silence, you forced your self to face Tom, who was looking from you to the cauldron and then back at you as if contemplating something.
“I wouldn’t know, that Hornby girl wouldn’t dare do to me as she did to you.” You swallowed loudly, you knew Tom was talented, more and more every day, but before your run-in with him you’d have never imagined he was threatening and wondered if he would become violent.
“Why?” You asked meekly and this seemed to for lack of a better word, brighten Tom’s mood - you’d sparked his interest, finally. A faint smirk found his lips and he tilted his head toward the cauldron.
“Because I’m smart,” he started, shrugging off his robe and folding it neatly on a nearby table. “I wouldn’t ever be caught in such vulnerable positions.”
As if mentoring a child, he spoke to you in what you assumed was an unintentionally condescending tone. “You open yourself up to attack too often, Y/N. You always have.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “How would you know?” Tom’s smirk faltered for a moment as if he’d been caught out and it took a moment for you to catch on, your heart doing flips.
“You’ve been keeping an eye on me?” You nearly whispered and Tom tutted, “Of course not, I hardly care that you spend your free time squabbling with Malfoy but the two of you get so loud it’s difficult not to notice.”
Heart thrumming, you nodded and turned your gaze to the cauldron, internally wishing to press more. Why did the knowledge that Tom had noticed you before this somehow make you feel accomplished?
“He’s very easy to manipulate, but so are you.” You frowned, brows furrowed and lips pursed. “How am I easily manipulated?”
Tom’s dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the low light of the setting sun and from this angle, eyes hooded, lips curled, he looked breathtaking. “You just proved it. I called you easy and you reacted exactly as I expected.”
You rolled your eyes and forced yourself to look elsewhere, fingertips tingling with a strange heat.
“Pouting is for children, Y/N.”
You let out a long groan and dragged your fingers down your face, straightening it before turning to Tom and batting your lashes at him sarcastically. He didn’t seem amused.
You watched the potion brew in an uncomfortable silence, scolding yourself for ruining what conversation with Tom before kicking yourself - like you cared what he thought. You were forgetting too easily who he was and what he’d said to you hours earlier.
With a renewed anger, you cleared your throat as the potion turned a dark, acidic green within the cauldron.
Riddle pulled his wand from his folded robes and gracefully traced a pattern above the steaming bowl and the flames extinguished, the spoon retreating from the bubbly liquid.
“It looks adequate to me. I’ll deliver this to Professor Slughorn this evening.”
Riddle filled a small glass vial with the thick potion and hummed as he inspected it.
“Tomorrow’s detention will be in the library, Y/N. I trust you won’t be distracted by some Ravenclaw or another.”
It took all of your willpower not to shout in anger and so you stood there, sweating and shaking at his petty jab. “I’ll see you then, Riddle.”
Turning with heavy steps, you heaved angrily all the way to the dungeon and mispronounced the password several times in your frustration. By the time it opened you were already undoing your tie and freeing your hair, fingers running through it messily.
You groaned and threw yourself onto your bed, rolling onto your stomach and hugging the pillow close.
Your mind went over everything one more time before you fell prey to exhaustion.
You thought of the hex, the leeches, the bowtruckle, you thought of Abraxas, Olive, Sterling and then Tom. Your mind lingered on Tom and your confusing mindset around him. You contradicted yourself with him, you hated him but wanted to please him, to impress him so he would raise his perfectly shaped brow at you and smirk with his pale pink lips.
Shaking your head, you replaced him with that odd illustration from the book you’d read in the library. An Animagus, an interesting topic you’d never really paid any attention to before but was now suddenly speaking to you.
Your eyes fluttered closed and you smiled, you’d ask Sterling about the book the next time you saw him.
I think we can all agree that Yuuri’s speech was a central scene this episode, and although I’ve seen a lot of people giving great explanations about Yuuri’s use of 「愛」 in his speech and the difference between 「愛」(ai) and 「恋」(koi) there aren’t many people who go further into his speech than that.
Firstly I’ll just briefly gloss over 「愛」 and 「恋」because what they each connotate in the Japanese language is important to the Yuri!!! on Ice plot
「恋」is kind of like a physical love. It describes one’s longing for someone, but lacks a deeper emotional bond. Used for boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.
「愛」 is a deep love, it encompasses 恋 but also describes emotional love. While it does mean you long for someone, it kind of implies that you’re willing to do, give, or change something to be with them. Used for family/spouse.
***note: on the contrary, while「恋」does imply a physical romance/love, 「恋人」refers to you’re true love, you’d call your fiancé or spouse that, and「愛人」implies someone you’ve had an affair with. So when Victor uses the word 「恋人」…. ;)))
So when Yuuri says
He’s saying his「愛」is not just the physical and emotional love he has for others, his love is literally his relationship with Victor, it is literally his family, and that it is the complicated/abstract feelings he has for others around him (aka Yuuko, Minako, Nishigori). It is a tangible THING such as actions and words as implied by Yuuri’s use of 「物」 instead of 「事」which would describe an idea or a concept.
Another interesting thing to note is when Yuuri says he has “no name for this emotion”
At first I thought Yuuri might have been downplaying his emotions but then I realised it wasn’t that, it was that Yuuri really just doesn’t know exactly what 「愛」is just yet despite describing it briefly before because he’s still exploring what it truly means for him.
Before Victor, we all know Yuuri had a big crush on Yuuko, hell, he was going to confess in the first episode. But that’s all it was, a crush, which would take neither 「愛」nor「恋」, but 「好き」(suki).
Now I’m sure you know the difference between 「愛する」and「好きです」but just in case
「好きです」refers to a wide range of types of “like”. You use it for objects, hobbies, and topics, or people-wise, friends and crushes.
Through Yuuri’s speech, we are witnessing his growth and exploration of what 「愛」is, what it means to him, and who the word applies to. Most prominent are his developing feelings of 「愛」towards Victor. The phrase
Does mean “to hold on to”, but it also means “to fasten” or “to tie”, and this implies that while Yuuri does not want to let go of Victor, neither does he want Victor to let go of him. Yuuri wants to create a mutual bond with Victor, and he has decided to call this bond 「愛」.
As a side note, here’s further meta on Yuuri and Victor’s developing relationship, shown through the episode preview. It’s very short but I do think it’s a cute example of them becoming closer to each other.
Requested - Can you write a Grayson imagine where he wakes up feeling really sick to his stomach and is super upset because he doesn’t like being sick and kinds has a fear of throwing up so he’s super anxious and it makes him worse.
I walked into the twins apartment and the atmosphere already felt different. It felt more depression and sicken. “Grayson?” I called out. No answer. “Weird.” I mumbled. I dropped my bag on the ground and placed my keys on the table. I took off my coat and headed to Grayson’s room. As I reaches his door I heard a groan than a cough followed. I opened the door and saw him all over the bed. His one foot hanging off the mattress. He was just in with boxers with the ceiling fan on high.
“What did I just walk into?” I asked walking to where Grayson’s face was. As I saw his face my smile faded into a frown. “Baby are you sick?” I questioned. Grayson groaned and turn so that he was now laying on his back. “I’ll take that as a yes. But what’s wrong you look anxious?” I questioned getting on the bed. “Nothing.” He said turning his head away. I sighed and cradled so that I was sitting on his. He turned to me and frowned. “I’m gonna get you sick.” He frowned. “I don’t care Grayson.” I said back. He sighed and placed his hands on my legs.
“What’s wrong Grayson?” I asked. He sighed yet again and turned his head away. “Grayson baby.” I sighed running my hand through his hair. He turned his head back towards me. “I’m scared.” He mumbled. “What?” I questioned. “I’mscared.” He said louder but faster. “Babe speak slow and clear.” I said. He let out a breath. “I’m scared.” I tilted my head. “About?” I asked. “Throwing up… I don’t want to and I’m afraid to.” He let out.
“Babe, why are you scared?” I asked confused. “Because I don’t like the feeling and it just makes me feel even worse.” He frowned. “Babe that’s nothing to be scared of.” I let out a small chuckle. “It’s my fear Y/n.” He frowned even more. I rolled my eyes and leaned down and kissed him. He didn’t kiss back though. He just pushed me babe. “What now?” I questioned. “I don’t want to get you sick Y/n.” He said. “Well I don’t care cause I want to be sick, so you can take care of me.” I smiled. He then smiled also. “I like taking care of you when you’re sick.”
“Exactly now let me kiss you.” I frowned. He chuckled and pulled me back down and kissed my lips. I rolled off Grayson and stood up. ‘Where are you going?” He questioned moving to sit up. “I’m going to make you my grandma’s soup.” I smiled. “Really?!” He asked shocked. I smiled nodding. “I love her soup.” He smiled. “I know you do that’s why I’m going to make it.” I said opening the door and leaving my sick baby in the bedroom. I walked to their kitchen and grabbed out the ingredients I needed to make the soup.
As I was about finished I heard throwing up and frowned. I walked to the bathroom and saw Grayson. “Grayson.” I frowned. “Go away Y/n I don’t want you to see me like this.” He choked up. “Are you crying?” I asked kneeling down and placing my hand on his back. He shook his head. “My fear came true Y/n.” He frowned wiping his mouth. I hugged him from behind and placed my head against his back as I felt him throw up again. I frowned and rubbed circles into his back. “I hate my life.” He mumbled as he flushed the toilet.
“If it makes you feel any better I’m done making the soup.” I said moving away and getting up. He turned to me and got up. “Really?” He asked. “Yes really.” I smiled. He frowned yet again and I saw a tear leave his eye. I walked over to his and wipe it then kissed him. “No more tears baby.” I frowned. “I can’t help it.” He confessed.
“Just eat the goddamn soup I made for you.” I laughed. He cracked a smile but nodded and grabbed onto my hand intertwining our fingers. I brought him to the kitchen and placed the soup in front of him and a spoon. “Soups up.” I smiled. He shook his head and went to eat the soup. He took a bite and smiled innocently and went to continue to eat. As he did we didn’t speak a word. Which I was fine with.
After he finished he pushed the bowl away and smiled at me. “Come here baby.” He said opening his arms. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you for making me smile after what happened. I love you a lot. I’ll be sure to return the favor if you know what you mean.” He said. “I love you too daddy.” I smirked pulling away. “So you want it now?” He questioned smirking back. I nodded. “Then let’s go.”
I hope this is how you want it. Sorry for it being late. If you wanna request make sure you request!!!
I just made the long-needed realization that I’ve been trying to
force myself to make decisions based not on my own thoughts, but what
was expected of me. I’ve found myself apologizing for the choices I
made, I’ve been forcing myself to try to like characters I wasn’t
interested in, and somewhere along the way, I forgot to have fun. It
made me bitter and resentful. So I resolved to stop giving a shit. And
you know what? I still think Fenris has the charisma and personality of a