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I would like to point out something important.

I’m not all that good at physics or math, but…

Oikawa was not going to hit Kageyama.

From the angle of his arm and the position we are shown when and after Iwaizumi blocks him, we can see it pretty clearly.

Oikawa was aiming at the ball.

Not at Kageyama’s head, but at the ball he was holding.

Oikawa was probably going to slap it away or something similar.

He still is a shitty and childish senpai to Kageyama but…he’s not an abusive bully or an aggressive guy, ready to beat to a pulp his junior. He doesn’t have anger issues. He wasn’t going to harm him. He’s just mad, frustrated and his usual teenager trash.

Let’s think about the possibility, okay?

 

 

 

(Ps. yes this is a fan theory! There can be other interpretations or ideas and this is not 10000% right and indisputable, no need to fight about this, just look at my second and at yukiranine’s reblog for other views and discussions! (Friendly) Exchanging ideas, theories, views and headcanons is funny!)

mizardofrko  asked:

Hey, so I saw the ask you answered from yesterday about the crossover. Do you have any idea why it's anti-Semitic? (Asking from a place of ignorance here because I'm completely unfamiliar with the storyline, not any attempt to justify the material)

(I have another post about this here from last night, which was mostly me ranting, but this one will go into detail, i guess).

I’m not the best person to answer questions regarding antisemitism because I’m not Jewish, but the issues with the storyline are pretty overt. So I’m going to answer this publicly and encourage anyone who is Jewish to correct me if I go wrong anywhere.

The basics of it are that the crossover is based around and helping to introduce this new CW Seed (CW’s online platform) cartoon “Freedom Fighters: The Ray”. This show is set on “Earth X”, an alternate dimension where Nazis won WW2

That alone is an antisemitic premise, creating a world based on Nazis winning. Because while some people try to argue “all elseworlds are equal” and that Nazis in charge is no different than any other dark mirrorverse, it is antisemitic (and honestly a lot more than just antisemitic) to afford Nazism that power in any universe. To say they took over the world and continued to grow and develop is just… really shitty to all the people who died because of them and who died fighting them. 

Beyond that, premises such as these increase this “mythic” aggrandizing of Nazism that far too many (white, western) people do anyway, elevating them a disturbing status they ought not be. A ~fascination~ with anything to do with Nazis to this extent is basically a banner that screams “I care more about the aesthetic of military fascism than I do about the damage that has wreaked and continues to wreak in the world and on human life.”

Like, would it be that hard to create an elseworld with a new dictatorship regime that’s arisen instead, one that doesn’t come out of Germany? One that is evil and compelling from a narrative perspective without literally saying “so the Nazis are all-powerful basically”. As an aside, it also wreaks of American Exceptionalism because of ‘Uncle Sam and the Freedom Fighters’ and legitimately feels like propaganda to me just reading the summary.

(This is coming from someone who is very vocal about being against censorship in fandom, for the record. But if you’re gonna write something fucked up and air it on TV for profit, you need to think about the implications of what you’re writing. Media has power.)

Anyway, that’s just the premise of the world itself. It gets worse. On Earth X, many of our beloved DC CWTV heroes are… literal Nazis. Barry, Oliver, Kara? All working as “New Reichsmen”, basically the Nazis’ own little hit squad. Which is probably the worst part of all of this. In case you’re not aware, the character of Superman was created by two Jewish men, and the entire Super-family are highly alluded to as being Jewish, both canonically and as a metaphor/allusion. So making Kara – a character who is, for all intents and purposes, Jewish – into a literal Nazi??? The antisemitism is pretty big. If Ray Palmer ends up being another one of the Reichsmen (which is rumored), they’re taking a literally canonically Jewish character (which I know the CW already erases but Ray is Jewish) and making him a literal Nazi too. I really hope I don’t have to explain why that’s Bad.

So… that’s what the crossover is about. Introducing that CW Seed cartoon and that Earth X world across all 4 shows, somehow. Y’know, interrupting the westallen marriage with literal Nazi bullshit and snartbaiting us while they’re at it because these writers can’t seem to come up with a single storyline that doesn’t eventually invoke literal Nazis or Nazi allusions in some way eventually… ugh.


TL;DR  - it’s shitty, lazy storytelling based on a shaky and antisemitic (and racist and xenophobic and homophobic) premise made all the worse because even though the Nazis are the villains, many heroes we’ve come to know and love are on the Nazi side.

Okay. Stop.

Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t.

All the people around you can and will (which is normal), including the ones you care about the most, of course.

But you? Nope. Absolutely not.

Why? Because you’re wrong.

You can do it. You can.

Sure it may look like you’re at the end of the line but just stop for a minute. Look at where you’re standing now, and look how far you’ve gone.

All that crap thrown at you and that you’ve trudged through all this time.

You did that. YOU.

And I don’t know about you but, that is awesome.

And you know what else is awesome about that? You’re still here.

And if you’re still reading this, then I’m willing to bet that you’ll still be here later. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

People will doubt you. Maybe not at first, but once they do, it’s usually a continuous downpour from there. The people you love are usually the last ones, too, because they’re the ones closest to having the patience of saints. Terrible timing, isn’t it?

And it hurts. GOD, does it hurt. To have all of them look at you and think that all the effort you’ve made wasn’t worth it? That everything you did was ‘exaggerated’ and ‘unnecessary’? Nothing can literally make you feel more like shit than that.

But here’s the thing. You’re still here. I know, I said that already, but that fact alone is what makes this all so amazing.

Despite everything, you’re still pushing yourself. You’re still reading this and you’re still fighting.

That is amazing.

You are amazing.

So please don’t doubt yourself. You may not know it yet, but pretty soon, everything will be okay.

And if you really feel like giving up, then okay. Sure. But I certainly won’t. (And trust me, that’s gonna be annoying as hell so better just forget about giving up entirely)

Don’t doubt yourself. If you do, then that’s unfortunate because I don’t.

I believe in you.

You can do it. :)

anonymous asked:

Hey dear nice Works...!!!!! Please Do a RFA (V+Saeran) Celebrating Birthday of MC how will they celebrate Mc's Birthday and what will they Do to make it special??

A/N: I’d invite them all to my birthday party hell yeah it’d be greAT ~Admin 404
I love them all *sobs* ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:
-HE LOVES BIRTHDAYS
-HE’S SUCH A LITTLE KID AT HEART (and i mean in general come on now)
-Goes FULL. OUT. Does not take it lightly at all
-Sets up a day with your friends so you’re out of the house and busy
-And he decorates the house completely!! Streamers, balloons, he even has homemade party hats for the two of you
-He isn’t a master baker or anything but he attempted at making a box cake for you!!! He decorated it with so many colourful sprinkles!
-Remember how he gets a discount from the pizza place? He bought like three larges and the two of you were eating it for DAYS
-SO MANY BOARD GAMES STRUNG ALL AROUND THE HOUSE BECAUSE Y’ALL ARE GONNA PLAY ALL. DAY. LONG.
-He either has homemade presents for you, or he’s saved up a lot to splurge on pre-ordering that new video game you’ve been eyeing for months
-The two of you watch all the movies!! Whatever movie you wanna watch, he’ll sit through. Scary ones? He might cry but he’ll DO IT FOR YOU!!!!

*JUMIN:
-More of a classy approach to birthdays
-He did attempt to put a party hat on Elizabeth though MC SHE’S ADORABLE LOOK, HURRY, BEFORE SHE TAKES IT OFF
-SO MANY GIFTS. WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL OF THESE
-But he always makes sure to give you one super special one. Whether it’s a piece of jewelry he had custom made because it reminded him of you, or it’s something you’ve had your eye on for a while, you’ve got it
-He’s also super extra, like y’all know how wedding cakes are super big and beautiful and usually really intricate? Yeah so is your birthday cake. EVERY YEAR. but i mean are you really complaining?? It’s cAKE
-Takes you to the fanciest restaurant for dinner, and the two of you dress up for it
-(Yes, MC, you’re wearing the new dress/suit he got you)
-He’ll also try taking you to new and exotic places as a day trip to see all the sights and watch the gleam in your eyes as you learn the history of the place
-Always has the best wine, but on your birthday he pulls out the rare ones, just for you! (Or if you don’t do wine, he finds the best of whatever you like to drink)
-Not to mention you wake up with like 14 dozen rose bouquets strung around the house that morning, all holding a little note card expressing his love for you because he can be cute too, mc

*SAEYOUNG:
-We all know he’d wake you up by jumping on the bed and blowing that stupid little party blower in your ear until you chase him out of the room
-But chasing him is worth it because when you get to the living room there are so many loose balloons that you can’t see the floor
-Same goes with the ceiling, completely covered in balloons
-Saeran’s just sitting in a chair, in a party hat, looking completely uninterested, but still plays the party blower when you walk in. Saeyoung tries to hide behind him to avoid your wrath you arent a morning person, are you mc?
-The two of you spend a good while just throwing the loose balloons at each other over Saeran’s head who was not impressed, might i add
-HE MADE Y’ALL PLAY PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY IT WAS SO CUTE
-Did you know you can get custom images printed onto your cakes? Because he made a collage of the STUPIDEST pictures he has of you and had it put on top
-PLUS IT WAS AN ICE CREAM CAKE. IT WAS AMAZING.
-Anything you want, he’ll get you. Just name it. You want a pet elephant? He’ll dO IT DON’T DOUBT HIM MC
-He’d probably take you out for a drive, too. You could feel the fresh air and just talk about anything and everything. It’s just really relaxing and he wants you to have a stress-free time

*SAERAN:
-What’s the point of celebrating another year of life in this shitty world now is NOT THE TIME MR. EDGELORD
-But for you…he could manage it
-He doesn’t go very hard at it though because he doesn’t see the real point
-He’ll get a small gift for you- something he saw and immediately thought of you
-He does get a small cake for you, but a freaking tub of ice cream
- ICE CREAM IS BETTER MC DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK
-Cuddles cuddles cuddles! He doesn’t hide his affection today! It’s all about you, he’ll put his insecurities away for a while
-He’ll moan and groan at the stupid Disney movies you put in, but suffer through them because the fact that you sing along is the CUTEST thing he’s ever seen are you sure it isn’t his birthday
-CUTIE ALERT: he cooks your favourite meal for you! He might have spent a few days trying to find the perfect way to make it, but HE MAKES IT
-He’s also spent all day pushing Saeyoung out of the room because he’s not about to let him ruin your relaxing birthday by bringing in some stupid little party games hes also smacked a party blower into the back of his throat at one point and you felt TERRIBLE but you couldnt help but laugh???

*ZEN
- you know his hoe ass is gonna try to go all out for you
- like he knows you you prefer lowkey but???
- the world needs to know his love for you
- but after the RFA members managed to talk him down from performing a flash mob, he realized he should respect your wishes
- so he struggles and struggles to come up with something that has a bit of flare but is still something you’d want
- and then he remember you one time mentioning you’d never really been on a trampoline before???
- hE KNOWS WHAT TO DO NOW
- on your birthday (exactly at midnight), he sings “happy birthday” and then hands you a cupcake up with a candle on it <3
- he had you fooled, you thought this was gonna be it for your birthday
- boy buddy ur in for a treat!
- when you wake up he immediately blindfolds
- you’re just like *sigh* “well at least he didn’t jump out of the cake this year”
- omfg when he takes off the blindfold though, you find yourself at a trampoline park??? And he invited your friends (including the RFA ofc) and family!!!
- He roped Jumin into getting the place to rent out the entire area to then!
- aND IT’S SO MUCH FUN???
- WHO KNEW JUMPING COULD BE THIS MUCH FUN
- wAIT THERE’S A ROCK CLIMBING? DODGEBALL? IS THAT A SLAM DUNK ARENA
- Zen didn’t think you’d love it this much but oh my god he’s so happy because you look so happy!!!
- and he finds that you and Saeyoung both love to push into the pit with all the foam cubes anD YOU TWO START TAG TEAMING
- maybe this was a bad idea after all
- but hearing your laugh was all he needed <3
- after that, you all head to a dessert place and you spend the rest of your birthday talking and laughing with the people most important to you with the love of your life right by your side <3

*JAEHEE
- you only really expected dinner at a restaurant and maybe cake because that’s just how you and jaehee are
- other people might think it’s underwhelming but honestly, what’s better than snuggling up to your s/o and feeling warm and cuddley on your birthday???
- but you’re surprised when you come home to a note that directs you to Seven’s house?
- and when you get there, there’s another note attached to a nerf gun
- “Happy Birthday, MC! The game starts as soon as you enter the house, every man for himself ~ Jaehee”
- yOU’RE SO EXCITED OMG YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE A NERF WAR YYAAASSS
- it is all out WAR when you enter
- Zen is playing a defensive strategy, he may have shitty aim but hE CAN DODGE ANYTHING WITH HIS DANCER GRACE
- Jumin is already out, he lasted like three seconds he’s disappointed because he thought he’d win with his cat like reflexes
- Yoosung’s out too, he lasted much longer than Jumin but Saeyoung managed to trick him into thinking they were team and then Saeyoung shOT HIM EXECUTION STYLE
- V’S BLIND ASS TAKES OUT SAERAN LMAO
- Saeran is lowkey bitter; he steals V’s portion of birthday cake
- eventually it’s just down to you, Jaehee, and Saeyoung,,,
- aND YOU SACRIFICE YOURSELF
- IF YOU WEREN’T GONNA WIN, YOU SURE AS HELL WEREN’T GONNA LET SAEYOUNG WIN
- you run out in front of him and when he’s distracted by you, Jaehee shoots him!
- you laugh so hard when you see the look on his face bc he wasn’t expecting you to sacrifice yourself
- and then you give ya hot gf a kiss because hello, she’s a winner, she deserves all the kisses
- after that, you all head down to Saeyoung’s entertainment room and watch your favorite movies and eat cake <3
- everyone slowly falls asleep, and you’re cuddled up to jaehee and wondering what you did to get someone as amazing her in your life <3

*V
- honestly he’s such a hipster, he throws a birthday for u every year and it always has a theme???
- who does that smh
- this year???
- murder mYSTERY TRAIN THEME OMMMGG (A/N: 626 doesn’t know what she’s doing here, it’s probably all gonna be wrong)
- what’s new scooby doo wE’RE COMING AFTER YOU WE’RE GONNA SOLVE THAT MYSTERYYY
- V gets you a beautiful evening gown and hE MATCHES U  
- he makes sure the gang is ready too, there’s no way theyre gonna ruin it for u (we’re looking at u saran wrap, das right i’m calling u out)
- he takes sooo many pictures, you guys have to confiscate his camera cause hE WON’T STOP
- when you guys get there, it’s sooo much more interactive than you thought it was gonna be???
- you actually can’t tell who’s an actor and who isn’t?? They’re that good
- aND THEN THE OLD LADY WHO’S SITTING NEAR YOU DIES WTF
- you all have your own theories about who did it
- V think it was her husband because hello, it’s always someone the victim knew
- Jumin agrees but he’s also suspicious of the daughter
- Yoosung doesn’t know what to think he’s still traumatized from seeing a dead lady even if it was fake
- bUT IT’S ACTUALLY THE 20 SOMETHING YEAR OLD BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT SHE’S THE MISTRESS OF OLD LADY’S HUSBAND
- Surprisingly only Zen got it right???
- but he graciously gave you and V the prize since it a weekend getaway <3
- Pretty sure V threatened him but whatever
- After, you guys head back to yours and V’s place for cake and chilling <3
- you guys end up on the floor in one weird big cuddled mess but it’s so warm (saran wrap says he hates u guys but he’s a little close to Zen so) (okay in 626’s world the RFA is a bunch of cuddlers youguyscantstopme)
- u eventually get up tho and drag V to ur bedroom bc you wanna cuddle with him <3 (and you ignore Saeyoung wolf whistling in the background)

THE RED STRING (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Summary -  According to the myth of the Red String, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. On the ground, everything is different and the rules are non existent. In the midst of a war, this is how Bellamy Blake discovered that red string.

Song: Breezeblocks - Alt J

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 The camp was silent. Jasper had stopped screaming - you weren’t sure if that was good or bad. Not a single sound is heard throughout the sleeping kids, all lost in their nightmares and dreams. You, however, can not copy them. 

 As you tiptoe around the tents, you see the sun beginning to rise in a pinkish-orange haze. You follow it. You want to see more of this earth, to explore everything it has to offer. 

You’re stuck here, so it’s time to get used to your new home even though you’d rather be back on the Ark. Chest rising with fear, you continue walking and you can hear the quiet wakening of birds singing their morning songs. 

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Robbery Gone Wrong

This here is for the lovely @miss-ingno who encouraged me to start writing again and gave me this idea. I hope you like it, dear.

“Get your asses on the floor! Now!” A woman’s voice sounded from behind, the sound of a gunshot ringing through the building. Gavin immediately flinched, crouching down onto the ground. He could feel the pounding of his heart pick up as his eyes jerked around the area in an attempt to make sense of what was going on.

He was by no means a stranger to robberies. He’s lived in Los Santos long enough to know that no one was ever safe from getting mugged in this town. But being under the protection of the reputation of the Golden Boy and the Fake AH Crew for so long had made him feel like he was above all of this.

Apparently not.

“Take anything valuable and put it in the bag!” Another voice shouted. There were soft murmurs as the other civilians started to panic. They searched through their pockets and put all they had in the bag that was being passed around. “You.” A gun was pressed to the small of his back. He could feel goosebumps rise along his arms the same time his breath hitched in surprise. “Take all your valuables and put them in the bag.” The same man ordered once more. Gavin patted at his pockets, taking out his keys and wallet and placing them in the sack that was offered to him along with every piece of jewelry he had on him. It was also at that moment that he realized he was completely and utterly unarmed. Not even a knife hidden on him. And none of his boys anywhere near him to come to his rescue.

“Shit on me.” He muttered under his breath. The gun pressed harder into his back, pushing him onto his knees on the ground. Slight trembles were beginning to rock through his body at the knowledge that he was completely vulnerable. He wasn’t good at hand-to-hand combat. Hell, he wasn’t even very good with knives- despite Ryan’s multiple attempts at teaching him how to fight and throw them.

Gavin was a hacker. He sat behind a screen all day. It wasn’t very often that he was actually out in the field. If the FAHC’s needed extra muscle, all they had to do was offer the job to any of the B Team. Or they could simply hire a regular mercenary if the others didn’t want to do it. He watched cameras, got into security systems, and gathered as much information that he could. He wasn’t stealthy enough to do infiltration jobs, and was lucky enough to be able to negotiate. But even then he wasn’t one to fight. There was always another member behind him, playing bodyguard. And thankfully he was usually smooth enough to avoid any unnecessary conflict with whoever they were meeting with.

It was now, with a gun up against him and three others being waved around the room, that he truly felt useless. His tongue failed to work properly so there was no point in even trying to muster up his Golden Boy persona. How could he talk his way out of this if he couldn’t even speak? He had no weapons. He couldn’t throw a punch the right way without hurting himself. There was absolutely no way for him to defend himself and he couldn’t help but feel more and more helpless.

He desperately yearned for Michael to be there. His boi. His best friend. His protector. He wouldn’t feel so scared if the fiery man was there with him. Michael would know what to do. He’d be able to take the gun away from any one of these pricks and kill all of them within seconds.

Unlike Gavin.

Who would probably just hurt an innocent with his shitty aim and even shittier reflexes.

His vision swam as something hit the side of his head before something warm started to slide down his cheek. “I said get the fuck up!” The same voice from before growled. Gavin obeyed immediately, swaying slightly when the room spun. A large hand gripped around his arm and pushed him towards the corner where the others were cowering. He stumbled towards them and felt his knees give out just as he reached the group. Somebody’s fingers danced over his skin worriedly but he was too stunned to take much of it in.

The next thing he registered was the familiar sounds of the police sirens getting closer.

He needed to get out of here before they got there.

Even without his getup, they were sure to recognize a member of the Fake AH Crew that have eluded them thus far. “Shit. You got everything, B?” One of the robbers called towards the back room where Gavin knew the vault was.

“I can’t get it open! They’ve got some funky ass shit system locking it!”

“Fuck! Come on! We gotta go!”

And just like that the four minor criminals were leaving. But they must have still gotten away with quite a bit if they had someone who was able to hack into the bank accounts of those whose wallets were stolen. Including his own. Well fuck. Looks like he’ll have to take care of that later.

Tires screeched to a halt outside the building and there was a lot of shouting. The civilians all started to move at once and it jerked Gavin out of his daze. He jumped up and ran to the tellers, looking for a familiar face. “Erase the tapes.” He ordered to their inside man before making his way to the back door. His head was pounding and blood was starting to drip down from off of his face as he ran. He took a series of turns into the back alleys to ensure nobody followed and none of the police saw him. He slowed to a walk after a few blocks, making his way back towards the penthouse. With a quick thought, he veered to the right towards the nearest store. He stopped in to ‘look around’ as he slipped some bandages into his shirt pocket. He slipped into the bathroom and started to clean himself off.

The wound wasn’t too bad. His skin had simply split where presumably the butt of the gun had connected with his temple. He pressed against it tenderly and winced. He left the store before applying the band-aid. Then he continued his journey to base on foot once more.

“Oh hey Gav. What took you so long?” Jeremy asked as the door shut. Gavin simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Sorry. I got held up at the bank.” He said nonchalantly.

City Elf Girl: “I don’t know…I don’t think I have what it takes to join your– clan.”

Ellanarathari, a matter-of-fact person: “It’s okay, you don’t have to be a part of the clan to be family. And if you’re worried about skill, let me tell you a secret. The one they call Herald of Andraste couldn’t shoot for shit but we let him on board anyway.”

[in Skyhold]

Maedwyn: *sneezes into Dorian’s shoulder*

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i kept going so here have a sort of younger haddock that a smol reporter would drag onto all kinds of adventures, a smol archie and an angry hadduck 

@victoriasorchids asked for high school shenanigans and passing notes to the wrong person, as a valentines treat, and I too happily obliged

Emma is doodling in the margins of her textbook, Mr Hooper’s voice drawling in the background as he talks about the American Revolution, when Ruby sent a sharp elbow to her ribs. Emma startles, her pencil drawing a sharp line on the paper, before she glares at her best friend. Ruby only smiles back, the face of an angel frame by the horn of the devil, as she lightly taps Emma’s arm with a folded piece of paper.

“What.”

It’s less of a question and more of a ‘leave me alone, Ruby’ but her best friend has never been really good at reading between the lines. Or at knowing when to stop. Which is good, more often than not – Emma tried to push Ruby away so many times when she moved to Storybrooke, but the brunette was stubborn enough not to let it deter her.  She forced her friendship onto Emma until she had no other choice but to accept it and, looking back, Emma is grateful for it. Nobody ever fought that hard for her company, before.

“Give this to Mulan.” Then, when Emma raises a pointed eyebrow, “Please?”

Emma snatches the piece of paper from Ruby’s hand, if only to open it herself first. Ruby’s loopy handwriting, in a gelly pink pen, stares back at her. ‘Want to be my Valentine?’ followed by a ‘yes’ and a ‘hell yes’ boxes to tick. Emma rolls her eyes.

“What are you? Nine?”

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Like Real People Do - Chapter 18 - xiaq - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“I like you,” Shitty says in a very indiscreet whisper. “You kept Bitty sane through the tribulations of southern youth so, I appreciate you for that.” He takes a drag on his joint, leaning his head against Eli’s shoulder. “You’re also like, very, very, pretty, m’dude. I hope you’re aware.”

“Um,” Eli says, laughing a little. “Aren’t you straight?”

“For sure, bruh. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the glorious aesthetics of your visage, though.”

“Ah. Okay.”

“Which, I gotta say. You are quite possibly the most beautiful specimen of a man I have ever seen.”

There’s a chorus of offended “hey!”s from the other assembled men in the room.

“Don’t get me wrong, bros,” Shitty says, stepping away from Eli’s side. You’re all killing it. I mean, Rans’s got the cheekbones, and Holster—that jawline. Bitty has the whole all-American-boy thing going on and Jack—well—“ Jack neatly sidesteps the slap that Shitty aims for his ass. “But Eli. Bro. Brother. Brethren. Your whole look is just so—“

“If you say ‘exotic’ I will punch you.”

“I would NEVER,” Shitty says, aghast. “Lardo would murder me from a continent away. Oh, man. Lardo would love to paint you. With your—neck and collarbones and shit. You should come back next semester. Actually, no. Don’t. You’re too pretty. ”

“Who’s Lardo? Eli asks, bemused.

“Team manager,” Eric says.

“Is he gay?”

“She,” Shitty interrupts, “does not believe in the bullshit heteronormative social constraints of gender or sexuality. And I salute her.” He does, with his joint. Then sighs. “I’m gunna go send her an email.”

“You do that,” Eric agrees.

Their conversation devolves into a discussion of the kegster they plan to throw the following night and who will probably attend: general consensus is most of the swim team since they had a meet, and both men and women’s soccer teams since a good portion of them are from out of country.

“Wait,” Eli says. “I thought you hated the soccer team?”

“Oh, no,” Eric corrects. “We’re good with the soccer team. It’s the lacrosse team we have a problem with.”

“FUUUUCK THE LAX BROS,” everyone choruses—Shitty, upstairs, a few seconds behind everyone else.

Eli drinks to that because he feels like he ought to.

Au where Jack is an avid conspiracy theorist. That’s why he watches so much History Channel: for the aliens.

In the off season Jack decides to travel around the country. “Bittle. There is a cave somewhere in Missouri where the government is hiding 90% of the nation’s cheese. And I’m going to find it.”

Jack and Shitty start a campaign aimed at making Donald Trump show the public his long form birth certificate. You know, to make sure he was born and not summoned.

Conspiracy theorist Jack Zimmermann.

I'm not another love affair.

You breathe a sigh as you make a quick inspection on the surrounding area of your apartment, attempting to locate the bottle opener that has apparently been misplaced since the last time you opened a bottle of wine. A knock at the door echoes and you hurry over to the door, opening it promptly. “You know, it’s one thing to avoid my calls, but to ignore me at a party, that’s just mean.” Harry enlightens as you roll your eyes and let him in, “too bad if I desperately needed you.” He continues to be dramatic as you close the heavy door behind you. “I like what you did with the apartment by the way, very contemporary.” He nods his head with approval, taking a look around the room. “Thanks.” You respond, “so, what are you hear for?” You ask as he picks up a pillow and throws it in the air for no reason what so ever,
“Hm, this looks familiar.” He frowns, placing the pillow back down on the couch. “Anyway, I’m here because you’ve been ignoring me for a reason I do not know.” He answers and you lean against the kitchen counter top, eyeing him as he touches everything in the living room like a child.
“You came here after that party just to tell me that?” You cross your arms. He gives you a shrug before turning to you. “Yes, it was a boring party. I brought wine.” He holds up the wine bottle he’s been holding that you are only now noticing. “I already have wine.” You point to the bottle of wine you had already gotten out of the fridge for the night. “Well, whatever. So why have you been ignoring me?” He calls into question, “is it because This is the first time I’ve managed to see your new apartment?” He asks, moving around the furniture and placing the bottle of wine on the table.
“No. Do you not have some girl to spend the night with?” You mutter as he looks briefly at you.
“Uhm, no?” He tilts his head, an unusual expression on his face. Just last week it was publicised that he was with some brunette that is a model, and tonight you catch him getting cosy with a friend you met in university a little while ago. “Whatever, I have things to do, so whatever it is you want or need just tell me.” You instruct, not in the mood to continue to gaze at the friend that doesn’t seem to realise what’s going on.
“What do you have to do? Order Chinese food and watch God knows what?” He probes, gesturing to the Chinese menu sitting on your coffee table. You huff loudly, infuriated with him already. “What do you want, Harry?” You mumble melancholically, watching as he leans against the couch, his eyes fixing on you. “I came here to talk to my friend who seems to be pissed with me. I thought we’d agree that we would tell each other when we are pissed?” He brings into question the rule you guys made years ago after you had a moronic disagreement and didn’t talk to each other for a few weeks. You run your fingers through your hair, releasing a sigh before looking back at him. You go to speak but you stop when his phone goes off and he speedily checks it, a smirk appearing on his face as he glances down. His fingers type promptly before he looks back up at you, “sorry, you were saying?” He enquires, only causing you to breathe a sigh yet again. His attention is taken again by his phone and you push off the counter and walk towards the couch, sitting down and allowing him to text his latest fling. “Are you going to talk to me or watch television?” He questions as he moves to sit on the arm rest of the couch, his eyes getting a hinge at you.
“I don’t know, are you done texting the latest fling of yours or are you arranging to meet her in an hour to get your nightly entertainment?” You sardonically smile, observing as he looks with a fixed stare at you with a blank expression. “Are you serious?” He gapes, “are you fucking serious?” He scoffs, unable to find any other words to say. You look over at him and shrug,
“Hey, you’re the one banging girls and having flings.” You respond. He chuckles and you stare at him, completely confused to what it is he finds facetious.
“That was my sister telling me she locked herself from her apartment and had to get the spare key from my house. So no, I’m not planning to bang anyone in an hour.” He comments, “but if I was, why would it matter to you?” He questions, instantly causing your heart to skip a beat and your mind muster up one-hundred different excuses. “It doesn’t.” You state, hoping you sound convincing enough for him to drop the subject.
“That’s a lie, you’re not a good liar. Why would it matter if I shagged a girl tonight or any other night?” He again asks, continuing to burn his eyes into you as you refuse to make eye contact with him. “Oh my, you’re jealous.” He gapes and you let out a nervous and somewhat sarcastic laugh,
“You’re fucking delusional.” You throw at him, standing to your feet and walking to the kitchen, needing a quick moment to compose yourself. “Oh no I’m not, you’re jealous.” He states, walking after you, “so that’s why you left the party early and got the wine.” He utters abruptly as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge, instantly pressing the bottle to your lips so you can buy yourself some extra time to muster up a response. “Now it makes sense.” He publicises, seeming delighted by things,
“No, it doesn’t make sense. I am not jealous. I don’t care if you go shag every girl in this building.” You shrug, mentally wishing you would just come clean and tell him.
“Uh-huh, including you- right?” He chuckles and you gently hit his chest,
“No, that’s disgusting.” You shake your head, “you’re my friend, get over yourself.” You mutter, taking a step back.
“Then why did you comment about me and my so called flings?” He interrogates, not ready to give the conversation a rest.
“Well, you’re acting like a damn hoe right now, that’s why.” You respond,
“That’s only because I’m not dating you. You’re being completely bias. You’re jealous.” He cheerfully announces, a crooked smile appearing on his face.
“I am not jealous.” You defend, refusing to admit the fact that you’re very much indeed jealous. Of course you’re jealous, he doesn’t see the way you look at him because he’s too busy looking at his periods of pleasure and indulgence.
“Admit that you’re jealous.” He chuckles, irritating you as he continue to find this entertaining.
“Go away, you’re annoying.” You grumble, trying to step around him but struggling as he continues to step in your way, you huff as you try walk around the counter but he stops you from the other end. It’s like the two of you are playing cat and mouse around your kitchen. “You’re jealous.” He states,
“And you’re being a nuisance.” You respond with a smile, “now please stop being a pain in the ass.” You express dissatisfaction, gently pushing him, unsuccessfully getting past him. He gently grabs you and pulls you closer to him, making your heart sink and your stomach flip.
“I’ll stop when you admit that you’re jealous.” He softens his voice as he lowers his eyes into yours, literally taking your breath away as your nerves begin to pulsate through your body. Damnit. “I’m not jealous.” You shake your head, being reluctant to admit that you’re jealous and wish he’d date you.
“Yeah, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, “seriously though, be honest.” He daintily instructs, still taking your breath away as he focuses on you in a different way. You let down your guard and relax your shoulders as you look submissively down. He places his finger under your chin, exerting force against you to gaze up at him. “It’s okay.” He whispers and you shrug, “I haven’t really been having flings lately.” He comments, making you sigh,
“Can we just drop the conversation?” You delicately ask, not wanting to continue to expose your secret of possibly having a thing for him. He has better things to do than to give you attention and date you.
“No, we can’t.” He shakes his head,
“Look, I don’t care who you date and shit.” You sigh, trying to find a way out of the conversation.
“You do care. You don’t have to hide it.” He enlightens you, making you scathingly laugh,
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say Harry.” You roll your eyes, “I have work in the morning, I need to get going to bed.” You clear your throat using the only excuse you have left to get out of this conversation.
“You don’t work until four in the afternoon, nice try.” He smiles, “look, stop lying to yourself, you have a thing for me.” He adds, seeming pretty determined that you do indeed have a thing for him. “You’re so cocky.” You mutter, “and no, I don’t.” You shake your head, still refusing to admit anything to him, after all he does have countless women lined up for him. He rolls his eyes before he pulls you closer and kisses you without warning, for a moment you kiss back before pulling away and pushing away from him. “No, you have a bloody girlfriend or whatever the hell you have.” You shake your head,
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He says with a sigh, “I’m completely single.” He adds,
“Well, I’m not going to be one of your one night flings.” You mutter, desperately wanting to kiss his lips again.
“You don’t have to be.” He clears his throat as you back away from him. “Admit you’re jealous and you won’t be a fling.” He instructs, not making much sense,
“Fine, I’m jealous. I hate the fact you have girlfriends and whatever, I stood in front of you for so long waiting for you to make a damn move and you go and date everyone other damn girl instead. There, I said it.” You explain rather uproariously, straightway covering your mouth as you realise you let everything escape. He smiles widely as you grow wide eyed. “There, doesn’t that feel better?” He asks and you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him. “Oh, darling. I’m glad you still have shitty aim.” He chuckles, throwing it back towards you. “Now come back here.” He instructs luring you back to him. “What do you want now?” You ask, taking your chances as you step closed to him. He places his hands on your waste and you roll your eyes, “no, we are not doing this.” You shake your head, unable to pry yourself away from him and his beckoning eyes, those damn eyes. “Doing what?” He questions with softness, calmly but surely crushing your heart. “Last time I checked we weren’t doing anything.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing you profoundly and gradually. You pull away and glance at him. “We can’t.” You say in a low voice, struggling to stop yourself from attacking him with kisses.
“There’s no such thing as can’t,” he responds, kissing you again, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“No, this isn’t okay.” You mumble against his lips, struggling to keep your emotions to yourself.
“It’s fine.” He murmurs, “I want to be with you.” He goes on saying, pulling you closer to him.
“You’re just wanting a love affair.” You sigh, wishing you didn’t have to pull away from the previous kiss.
“No, I don’t. I promise.” He continues, leaning back in for a kiss.
“Oh screw it.” You murmur, kissing him back, deepening the moment as your bodies touch and you emotionally admit that you really were tremendously envious. He pulls away slowly and you try to start the kiss again but he stops you. “Mmm, no.” He mumbles, instantaneously destroying your heart. “We are not banging.” He comments, making you laugh.
“Kiss me and shut up.” You give precise instructions, leaning up and kissing him further.
“Mmm, she’s demanding.” He whispers against your lips,
“Do you know how long I’ve bloody waited for this?” You sweetly ask,
“Just as long as I have,” he responds, hushing you with another deep kiss.

as I wait for the sky to fall

klance. 5.7k. pre-series to possible s3. angsty. ao3

The first time they met was a cold and rainy Tuesday, and Lance hadn’t had time to brush his teeth. He’d overslept. He ran into his very first class with half his jacket on and his boots unlaced, and the boy at the desk nearest to the door, a boy with dark hair and clear, focused eyes, muttered that he shouldn’t have come at all if he wasn’t going to take it seriously.

Lance was fourteen, and the scratchy cotton of his jacket was rubbing uncomfortably against his burning neck. The rain pounded mercilessly against the window as he took his seat at the only available desk in the back of the classroom.


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