Ushijima Wakatoshi may be an antagonist, but he is not a malicious person
@shiratorizawa-headcanons’ recent post reignited the fervour and indignation I feel about popular fanon mischaracterisations of Ushijima, so here we go.
First thing’s first. Ushijima is an antagonist. That much is clear. He is clearly intended to provide opposition to the main characters of the series, pushing them to grow. Their goal has to be accomplished through defeating him.
However, antagonist is not synonymous with evil, or “bad person”. L from Death Note is the antagonist to Light Yagami, but I’m sure everyone knows who poses more of a danger to society between the pair of them.
More importantly, I feel the need to clarify and debunk popular fanon interpretations of Ushijima.
“You should have gone to Shiratorizawa” is a joke that probably everyone who watches Haikyuu!! knows. It’s gone from a slightly funny meme to a stale, overused, tasteless joke. While I do not condemn the use of it as a joke, it has affected the way people view Ushijima’s character.
And is it really accurate or relevant? Name one instance where Ushijima has actually physically said the words “You should have gone to Shiratorizawa.” to Oikawa. When? Yes, he has said that “He should have gone to Shiratorizawa”. To Hinata and Kageyama. And his reason? A powerhouse team like Shiratorizawa that actually makes it to nationals and has a chance of winning would be more beneficial to a setter of Oikawa’s calibre. There is nowhere in canon where he has stalked, harassed and haggled Oikawa, begging or forcing him to go to Shiratorizawa. All that is baseless fanon bullshit. There’s literally no canon evidence suggesting that Ushijima even thinks about Oikawa outside of volleyball competitions.
I’ll admit that Ushijima did tell Oikawa, “You chose the wrong path.” and that did cross the line. That does not, however, automatically make him a creepy, overbearing, obsessive stalker. People are allowed to interpret fiction differently (as a literature student I’m more than aware of that). But Ushijima’s words were an act of concern, rather than coercion or violence.
What people need to understand is that Ushijima, while a talented player, is terrible at predicting and understanding the effects his words and actions might have on people. He is a blunt, straightforward and honest person who says what is on his mind. The reason he feels that Oikawa should have gone to Shiratorizawa is because he respects Oikawa’s abilities as a player and sees Oikawa’s potential. His way of showing it might be odd, but it is precisely because he respects Oikawa as an opponent that he questions Oikawa’s choice. To Ushijima, being at Shiratorizawa would allow for Oikawa to fulfil more of his potential (of course, the validity of that belief is questionable considering the treatment of Semi Eita, but that is another argument to consider) He honestly just wanted to warn Oikawa not to “make the same mistake” again without realising that he was basically rubbing salt on Oikawa’s wound + being offensive by telling Oikawa that the decision he’s based the past three years of his life around is wrong, because he genuinely wants to see Oikawa fulfil his potential as a player.
Ushijima’s intentions are not malicious. He respects his opponents despite his thoughts on their abilities (or lack thereof), and when he realises that he’s offended someone he’s quick to apologise (i.e. when Hinata questioned Ushijima calling Seijoh “infertile soil”. Ushijima sweated nervously and apologised for causing offence.) Even Oikawa and Iwaizumi, the two characters who dislike Ushijima the most, acknowledge that “he’s genuinely being sincere” when Ushijima wishes them good luck in their final high school tournament.
Ushijima isn’t the type to deliberately rile up his opponents. He doesn’t look down on them either. Up until Hinata’s appearance in his life, he’s competed against no one but himself mentally. And when Ushijima questions Hinata on being an unskilled and short player? He’s not insulting Hinata for that either! His first impression of Hinata gave him high expectations - a challenge he looked forward to facing, and when he realised Hinata’s abilities were much lower than what he expected, he was genuinely curious, because Hinata had spoken so boldly (about beating HIM, a top 3 ace, and going to nationals) before!
Ushijima states that “baseless self-confidence is something I dislike”, so he certainly does not exhibit that himself. He obviously doesn’t expect someone he acknowledges (Hinata, in case I’m not being clear here) to be arrogant, because in his eyes, an opponent he acknowledges and respects should have a “good” attitude just like his. He does not dislike Hinata himself, but is nonetheless infuriated by Hinata’s “arrogance”, because Ushijima works hard. Yes. Here’s the thing. Contrary to popular belief, Ushijima did not get his accomplishments handed to him on a silver platter. He works hard to become a strong volleyball player. Shiratorizawa’s image of him is “The Super Volleyball Maniac”. He wasn’t just naturally good at it. He spent time and effort practising and improving his skills, just like all the other hardworking characters (Oikawa Tooru) you worship.
Remember that Ushijima does not have the luxury of viewing the events of the manga (or anime) from an outsider’s perspective. He does not know of Hinata Shouyou and his struggles. All Ushijima knows about Hinata is that 1) The boy showed him up at Shiratorizawa and proclaimed that Karasuno would defeat Shiratorizawa and go to nationals and 2) Hinata Shouyou does not exhibit the skills necessarily to back up that statement. Ushijima literally has no idea that Hinata had no proper volleyball team or training up until last year, so it’s entirely within his rights to be annoyed that someone with such crappy skills (which Ushijima would attribute to slacking off/not working hard enough) would claim that winning against Shiratorizawa was so easy. He could’ve been nicer about it, but hey, he wasn’t that hostile to Hinata off the court, as you can see with the training camp arc. At the end of the match he acknowledged Hinata’s abilities as a player. Then in the manga, he (and Tendou) was shocked that his coach did not see Hinata as a worthy player to invite to the Miyagi First Year Training Camp, and he encouraged Hinata to keep working hard, “What are you doing standing there?”
Obviously, people are allowed to dislike characters, and Ushijima has done/said things to grate on people’s nerves (as a Seijoh stan and Iwaizumi lover, his “infertile soil” comments do irk me at times). Nonetheless, your personal feelings towards him do not indicate that he is as bad person (especially not a stalker or a rapist, gosh) canonically.
A/N: Umm, so this is really fucking cute? Tooting my own horn here, but I’m a sucker for morning Shawn and family man Shawn and older brother Shawn and domestic Shawn and this has all of the above. Hope you enjoy xoxo
we’ve seen yoongi cry the first time when he announced about wanting to be with armys for 10+ years. then we see him cry the second time when he found the seats of where his parents sat, whereas he bowed, and stayed down for so long to cry. and today, we see him cry again because hard work with his brothers paid off well.
yoongi may appear stone cold or expressionless at times, but he’s such a dorky goofy turtle ball of life. people tend to forget he’s the down low sunshine of bangtan that we tend to pick him on about quickly whenever he’s being cute with them. he takes such great care of each member without trying to look like it, and flusters in low-key mode whenever he is praised for it.
and to be frank, i’ve never seen him glow so much than he has after his perfectionist self released his hard working mixtape, and received his fluffy wonderful love, min holly. it’s as though he has found love and is falling deeply with it.
from today onwards, i cant wait to hear more from Genius Min.
Penny comes home to a
quiet apartment on Friday night.
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the door and see Simon’s head where it shouldn’t be: the couch.
“Did your date get canceled?” I call from the doorway. He
shrugs with a small smile and points down at the couch.
I make my way over to him, dropping my bags in a trail along the
floor. My back is going to hunch like an old lady by the time I’m
thirty because I always take half the apartment with me when I leave
for class. My shoes hit the couch with a thud as I fling them off.
I regret making all the noise because now I see that Simon isn’t
alone on the couch.
Baz is curled up with his head in Simon’s lap, eyes peacefully
closed and resting. Simon uses one hand to balance a
textbook on the arm of the couch, and the other hand is holding
Baz’s. He must have fallen asleep like that.
“He fell asleep as soon as he got here,” Simon whispers.
“He must be exhausted. Isn’t he taking more than a full course
load this quarter?”
“I’m glad he’s getting some sleep.”
“Yeah,” sighs Simon. “How was your lecture? Did you teacher
give back your paper yet?”
“No.” It sweet of Simon to remember, because he really doesn’t
have to. He still keeps up with what’s going on in my classes, even
though we’re not in the same ones anymore.
We’re talking in hushed tones, and Simon closes his textbook to
run his fingers across Baz’s hair. I don’t know if he’s
consciously doing this, or if it’s a habit his hands have learned
to do on their own. “Lecture was good, though,” I say. “I got
in a fight.”
“With the usual girl?”
“Yeah, the Tory. I gave her such a good smack down. A few people
I grab the blanket we keep near the couch and lay it over Baz.
It’s the big blue one with down inside and it’s also his favorite—I
can’t believe I know this. I never thought I’d have a future
where I would know Baz Pitch’s blanket preferences.
“You’re going to become friends with her one day,” Simon
I roll my eyes. “Not all of us make peace with our enemies by
snogging them, Simon.”
He grins at that and looks down at Baz, and I see him get lost for
a bit. I give them hell for their stupid flirting, mostly because it
pales to moments like this. Quiet moments, when they both find some
peace by being together. I wonder how long he’s been bound to this
couch, trying not to disturb his sleeping boyfriend.
They were supposed to go to a fancy restaurant tonight, and Simon
put a lot of effort into getting a reservation. I don’t think Simon
cares that they’re missing it. With the way Simon is looking at Baz
right now, I think that this is Simon’s idea of a date.
Spending time close to each other, making sure they’re taking care
of themselves. Staying inside, away from the pressures of the city.
Inside, where Baz can fall asleep on Simon’s lap when he needs, and
Simon can play with his hair.
“You guys are sweet,” I say. Simon rolls his eyes, but he’s
still smiling. “Let’s get take out when he wakes up.”
There’s quiet for a few nice moments, but then I look at Baz and
find that he’s looking at me.
“I’m not asleep anymore, Bunce.” The tosser. He heard me.
“Good morning, love,” says Simon. I think Baz would start
poking fun at me, but he responds to Simon’s voice like a call,
immediately turning to look at him. Everything about Baz changes when
Simon calls him ‘love’. They’re getting lost in staring at each
“It’s still the evening, Snow,” Baz protests. He pulls
Simon’s hand from his hair, kisses it, then holds it to his chest.
I make a big show of groaning and loudly place our food order, but
I’m happy for them. There are so many times that we could have
fallen apart, but we haven’t. Not yet. And I don’t think we will.
I think we’re going to keep on getting through this.
I hang up the phone and am forced shove a pillow in their faces
because they’re snogging. Already.
“But I thought we were sweet, Pen,” says Baz, and I smack him
with a pillow again, then jump on the couch to sit between them, the
three of us nestled under the blanket, hiding from the world and
waiting for our food to arrive. It’s such a lame way to spend Friday
night, but it’s what we usually do. I think we earned this, after everything.
Above me, I hear a wet smacking sound. Being short is horrible, sometimes.
“I swear, if you are snogging directly above my own head I will invent a new spell so horrible you will never recover.”
I feel them break apart from either side of me. Baz laughs, but his voice still sounds sleepy when he speaks to me. “Tell me about the smack down you gave at lecture today. And from the beginning, your lecture stories are always epic.”
They are epic. But still, it’s nice to hear it from him. I start from the top.
So I'm going to try and commit to making a comic... any tips? I have a short attention span so making comics are quite difficult but I love making them.
Seeing you mentioned “have a short attention span” so here is some of my not-really-professional advices for you welp, hope they can help.
1) Grow a habit for marking down your ideas for plots/characters/even drafts for the comic! Just mark them down in a notebook/sketchbook/even your own phone. You can use your own spare time aka when you have nothing particular to do for doing this (e.g. wait for bus,breaks from lessons/work or during lessons because I am a irresponsible student lmao don’t follow me) As I am slowly starting on my own OC comic (it is a secret shhhhh) I started sketched down drafts for how my comic goes on, which just looks like this lmao:
(As far as you can understand the contents yourself, it is ok for your stuffs to be messy *Audible wink*) This is not only for using time more efficiently in editing your ideas, also saving your energy when you start actually drawing stuffs out.
2) While you are drawing your comic, look out for whether yourself being distracted to doing other stuffs. If you find yourself have been sneaking out for shitposting on Tumblr/looking unrelated stuffs on other websites, drive yourself back into your drawing immediately, internet is always powerful enough to suck away your time. Of course you are allowed to take breaks, maybe set up several 10~15 minutes breaks for you to relax, let your eyes and hands and brain to rest is important. But above all, don’t force your body to do things out of your limit. It is ok to take things slowly, you draw for fun, if forced, nothing will be fun anymore.
3) Make sure you have enough energy when drawing. Drawing under a tired situation will never make you work be good as your brain can’t even work firmly. If you still want to finish another page first while it is already midnight, go sleep first. There is no time limit for your comics, you health is always on top of that. Moreover, sufficient sleep can gain you more attention span as well!
4) If your aim is to make a GOOD comic, don’t hesitate to look up tutorials and reference! There are already so many good teaching references from how to plan comic frames to basic anatomy, learning is forever good.
This post has talked about how to do well time management in a really clear way, way better than my clumsy words haha. I hope all these helps!
My night routine was always more extensive then Harry’s ever was or will ever be. I can’t even count the times Harry has complained over the years about me taking to long to get into bed.
“Come on babe, wearing your makeup to bed once wont kill you!” Or
“Petal come cuddle I’m going to die of loneliness!”
Did this ever make me go any faster? No, but it did make me smile and my heart swell just a little bit.
A little bit ago we got home from Interviews. Interview days were good and bad. Good because they weren’t too hectic and I got to be with Harry. The bad part was I was with Harry but couldn’t talk to him.
After getting done with some work of my own around 10:30 P.M I decided the start getting ready for bed. Swiftly I shut my laptop and sat it down on the couch beside me. Harry was sitting on the other couch across from me writing on several different pieces of papers. Not sure what they were, music I assume.
I stand up, stretch my arms up above my head, and letting out a little yawn.
“Where ya goin’ bug?” Harry asked briefly looking up from the papers in his hands.
“I finished my work so I’m gonna get ready for bed.” I say going over and kissing him on the forehead.
“Okay, I’ll be up in a minute, I’m almost done.” Harry says softly before turning right back to the papers.
I lightly pout. When I don’t walk away Harry looks up at me.
“Somethin’ else?” He asks then looks back at the papers.
I get right in front of him, take the papers out of his hands, and set them beside him on the couch.
Immediately Harry snaps his head up. He’s about to say something but I cut him off.
I bring my hand down to the collar of his shirt and lightly tug.
Harry’s face breaks into a dimpled smile.
“I jus bout forgot din I?” He ask with a smirk tugging at his lips.
Quickly Harry pulled the shirt over his head and handed it to me.
I tilted his chin up towards me and kissed his lips.
“Thank you babe.” I say then head to our bedrooms bathroom.
Ever since we started dating I always loved to wear Harry’s clothes but especially after he wore them. If he ever wore a casual t shirt all day, then that night I’d want to wear it because it smelt like him.
Once I got into the bathroom I changed into his shirt and clean underwear. Throwing my hair into a bun I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth. I don’t think I take too long getting ready for bed, Harry just always washes his face and brushes his teeth right after dinner. Also he is a very impatient booger.
In the middle of brushing my teeth I look in the mirror and can see Harry lying on the bed more thank likely just in boxers, under the blanket. His left hand is behind his head while is right props his phone up on his chest scrolling through who knows what. Probably Instagram even though the boy never uses it.
When I get done I turn the bathroom light and head towards the bed.
Harry sees the light go off out of the corner of his eye and locks his phone setting it on his bedside table. Then he looks up at me and out stretches his arms.
“Come ere’ bugs, I’ve missed you.”
I giggle but do as he says, laying my head on his chest and his right arm wraps around me and lightly kisses me on top of my head.
“Harry we’ve spent the whole day together.” I say smiling and lightly kissing his chest.
Instantly his fingers start running through my hair.
“Yeah but I’ve been doing stuff all day and besides we haven’t really been alone.” He says still playing with my hair.
I take a deep breath in, just inhaling his wonderful scent. I know this sounds super creepy but I’ve never smelt a more wonderful smelling person in my life.
My right hand slowly traces random shapes on his bare chest. And for a while that’s all we do. No talking, just enjoying each others presence.
After a little while of doing this though I get a little bored. I needed more contact, if even possible.
I scoot up higher to where my head is now resting right by his neck. I turn my lips to wear I can kiss him. And that’s just what I do.
Anywhere my lips can reach I kiss. Lightly sucking every so often, especially behind his ear where he’s most sensitive.
I swing me leg over his body to where I’m straddling him and get to work on his other side.
Harry’s hand slide under my shirt and grab onto my hips.
“I thought we were supposed to try to go to sleep?” He asks lightly chuckling.
“Sleeps boring, I’d rather do this.” I mumble kiss up his jaw.
Suddenly I’m flipped over and Harry’s on top of me.
“Oh you don’t know what you just started.” Harry says with a smirk and wild eyes.
Lets just say we did a lot of stuff other than sleeping.
Sorry I haven’t written in forever!! I’ve sadly had no motivation but I’m back!! Hope you liked!
I tried not to make this smutty but if y’all would like a part 2 smutty version let me know!!
Prompt: Bruce and Batmom, with the Robin’s as their biological children.
AN: It’s hard to believe I’ve finally finished this series. Some part of me wants to keep it going forever, but I know better. This is where it ends, and it’s been a hell of a ride. I hope you enjoy this final part of Robin’s Nest.
This final part is dedicated to @railover85 the one who’s request started this whole journey.
You stare at the tomb stone with a small smile on your face. “It’s hard to believe it’s been a year.” Your voice is croaky, even to your own ears, a sign that you’re much older than you once were. “I swear those children keep me busier now than they did when they were young. So many sporting events, and plays to go to. And let’s not forget watching the little ones when they go on patrol. Nick’s about to take up as Robin! I can’t believe he’s already ten.”
You pause, waiting for a response you know won’t come. “Eight children, Bruce. Sixty-five years of marriage, and more adventures than is right, and you have the gall to leave me behind. We were supposed to go together Bruce. Holding hands, in our sleep, discovered by a maid or something … I don’t like being without my partner, Bruce.”
You bite your lip, “That being said, I’m making sure to live. To spoil those grandbabies of ours. To keep our children in line. To make more memories. To give them more memories.” You lay your hand flat against the head stone. “I love you, Bruce.”
You swallow back the tears that want to burst, as the sound of someone calling your name draws you out of your thoughts, “Grammy!”
You turn and open your arms as your grandson barrels into your arms, “Giovani.” A minute later Nicholas runs up too, and you open your arms to him as well. Your children, and the grandchildren who are too young to run off by themselves come over the hill.
You smile as they each take turns embracing you. Dick is first. He’s tall, like Bruce was, but lean. His detective’s badge is still looped on his belt. His dark hair is now peppered with gray, and at his side is his wife, Zatanna. You give her a smile, before kissing the little girl in her arms.
Jason is next, he’s still dressed in his suit from work. The school day only having finished the previous hour. He’s somehow avoided the gray that’s snuck up on Dick. His face is just starting to show his laugh lines though. He hugs you tight, before passing you to his wife, Kori. The woman hugs you tightly, and you smile, before noticing the little girl hovering by a tree. Jason excuses himself to go fetch their daughter.
Tim is next. Long and lean, his hair had long gone gray. He gives you a smile, and you can see the hints of stress in his eyes. He’s been brokering a rather large deal for Wayne Enterprises, and Conner had been spending more than a little time at the manor in his absence. You hug your son’s husband, and he assures you that he made Tim take off the whole day.
Cassandra is next, she signs hello, before wrapping her arms around you. She’s stayed single all these years, and you smile, because you know she’s happy that way. She still lives in the manor, happy to split her time between helping you, spoiling her nieces and nephews, and protecting Gotham.
Duke follows her. He wraps you in a tight hug, and kisses your cheek. He’s a professor of literature now. His wife, Mari is next. You’re careful of her rather large baby bump, knowing that her third child, a boy to be named Bruce, is due any day now. Their two daughters hug you next, latching onto your legs. You sneak them each a piece of candy before giving them each a kiss.
Damian pushes in front of Helena to hug you next. A veterinarian, and owner of an animal shelter, Damian had found his passion in life, and had run with it. He was in the beginning of a serious relationship, with a girl you had yet to meet.
Helena was quick to push her twin aside, and take her spot in your arms. Your baby girl is a doctor, and a damn good one. Hovering slightly behind her was her fiance, Vic Sage. He gives you a polite smile before stepping to the side.
Terry was next, his fiancee Dana behind him. He was the spitting image of Bruce in your opinion. His personality aligned perfectly, and through his work in the Wayne Enterprises technology department, he had helped lead the world into a new era. He presses a kiss to your cheek, and Dana does the same.
Finally, there’s Max. Your baby. A senior in college, he was working to become a lawyer. He’d never had any desire to join the family business. Instead he had chosen to fight crime a different way, and you couldn’t be more proud.
You watch as they each say hello to Bruce, taking turns to update him on what’s new. Each of the grandkids hug his head stone. When all’s said and done, only you and your children are left behind; the spouses, and grandchildren allowing you a bit of family time. Terry’s voice is solemn, “It’s weird without him here.”
Dick nods, “He survives everything under the sun, only to die in his sleep.”
Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “We know you miss him mom.”
Cass snuggles into your side, and signs the words “Together forever.”
You kiss her cheek, “I had sixty-five years with your father. Eight beautiful children. And now I have wonderful grandchildren and daughter-in-laws, and son-in-laws. I’m very blessed. And I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.” With smiles you begin walking back to the car, when the song of a bird, catches your attention. In the tree just off to the side of Bruce’s resting place, is a robin tending to her nest, with eight different eggs, and just to the side is her mate. You can’t help but smile, Batman and Robin together forever, with a Robin’s nest always waiting to welcome them home.
Puppy Love or That one time Logan accidentally set up his best friends
So i started this fic with out Anxietys name and I decided to finish it that way *shrug*
That one time Logan accidently set up his best friends
Logan had been very worried about his friend Anxiety recently. Anxiety’s ,well, anxiety had been very bad lately. Attacks occurring daily, sometimes even multiple times a day. He was at a loss for what to do, how to help. But a three a.m. thought had reminded him that he’d once read about dogs helping to ease anxiety. So with out much more thought than that he had gone out the next morning and adopted a puppy from the shelter.
They had shown him a litter of puppies that had been abandoned roadside. He had instantly known which one was the perfect puppy for Anxiety. In the enclosure of curly haired and playful puppies, there was one all black one. It was pressed into the corner, watching the others play. Logan had paid the adoption fee and picked up the necessary supplies before heading home. He was hardly through the front door when he was accosted by Patton.
“Is that a puppy?” he squealed, Logan held the small thing out of both his and Roman’s reach.
“It’s for Anxiety.” He said marching up the stairs and rapping on Anxiety’s door, forgetting that at this hour there was no chance that anxiety would be up. Patton and Roman drifted behind him excitedly. After receiving no answer Logan threw the door open and marched inside. He reached for Anxiety’s blankets, ready to throw them off, but Patton stopped him before he could. Instead the moral side sat on the edge of the bed and gentle called his name, brushing the hair from his forehead.
Anxiety scrunched his eyes against the light, glaring at them.
“You better have a damned good reason for waking me up this early.”
“It 11 am,” Logan said, but Patton spoke over him.
“ Logan got you a present.” he squealed, unable to contain his excitement. Logan held the small bundle of black curls out and Anx took it as though it were the most fragile thing in the world, wondering eyes moving between the Logan and the puppy.
“I thought she might help you, you know, feel a little better.” Both Anx and Patton looked up at him slightly teary eyed. He beat a hasty retreat from the room.
“What are you going to name her?” Patton asked, reaching out to scratch her head.
“I don’t know.” he answered, holding her up to eye level. “What about Sari.”
“That’s adorable. She does look like a Sari.”
“Ah, my princess.” Roman said from where he lent in the doorway.
“What?” Anx asked, his sleep addled brain thoroughly confused.
“That’s what the name means, my princess.”
“Awwwww” Patton grinned, taking the puppy from Anxiety’s hands and nuzzling up to her.
“How do you know that?”
“It is my business to know all sorts of things pertaining to princes and princesses.” He said with a smirk before also leaving the room as well.
“I suppose you want to go back to sleep?” Patton asked setting Sari on the bed, and looking at Anx who had already settled back into his pillows. The puppy stumbled up the bed and curled into Anxiety’s shoulder. Patton smiled and left the sleeping two.
The two emerged later in the day, Anx cradling Sari close to his chest as he went down the stairs before setting her on the living room carpet. Patton immediately stopped what he was doing, coming to lay on the carpet and play with her while Anx rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.
He sat down on the couch with a yoghurt and watched Patton giggle as Sari licked at his face and stumbled and pounced around. He valiantly fought to keep a smile off his face as he watched.
That night Patton sat unusually close to him so he could pet the sleeping puppy in his lap during their movie night. Anxiety was hyper aware of his body, pressed up on his left side. More so when Patton’s head dropped onto his shoulder, as deeply asleep as the puppy now sprawled across both of their laps. He felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment when Roman gently woke him up and convinced him to go to bed.
The next morning had Patton passing by Anxiety’s door… often. There was puppy in there gosh dang it. Eventually a bleary eyed Anx stumbled out to let the puppy outside. Patton followed them, trying to be quite, knowing that Anx couldn’t handle bright and bubbly this early. He played in the grass with the pup while Anx made himself a cup of coffee, and tried to hide his disappointment when Anxiety scooped her up and took her back inside.
“You coming?” He asked, pausing halfway up the stairs to look back at Patton.
“Really?” he visibly brightened. Anx rolled his eyes and continued to his room, flipping the tv onto a random channel, flopping on his bed and scrolling through tumblr on his phone. Oh, and also trying not to smile at how cute Patton and Sari were, playing with the small toy Logan had bought. Speaking of Logan, had Anx ever thanked him? He hadn’t. He was the worst. The very worst. Logan had done this incredible, sweet, thoughtful and slightly out of character thing for him and he couldn’t even bother to thank him? What a shitty friend he was, what a shitty person. Logan probably hated him. Probably? Logan definitely hated him. He…
His thoughts were interrupted by a series of small wet licks to his face.
“Ugh Sari,” He said pushing her off, undeterred she snuggled against his shoulder and tucked under his chin. It was only then that he realised how erratic his breathing had become, he wrapped an arm around her snuggling her tighter.
“You okay dude?”
Anxiety’s heart lept out of his throat as he remembered Patton was still in the room. He stared at him wide eyed, trying to figure out the answer to that question. He thought maybe he was, the puppy pressed against his chest calming his breath and the way the light was hitting Patton’s concerned face causing his racing heart to start doing floppy-floppies.
The following weeks had Patton spending a lot more time in Anxiety’s room. Which lead to spending a lot more time with Anxiety himself. And why not? He had always enjoyed Anx’s company. He enjoyed the newness of their three a.m. talks, even if he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open and accidently fell asleep.
He enjoyed waking up tangled together. He even enjoyed the surprised look on Anx’s just before he pulled away from him with a shamed blush. (He did not enjoy that part.)
He immensely enjoyed that Anx seemed to stay a little closer to him now, sitting on the counter as he made dinner, and choosing to sit next to him at the table. Hey enjoyed the way their humor bounced off each other, dry sarcasm answering his enthusiastic puns.
Patton sighed, rolling over and looking at the moon through his window. Honestly it had been awhile since he had slept in his own bed, alone. He didn’t like it. Not anymore.
He tossed and turned for awhile longer before getting up and padding into the hallway. He paused outside of Anxiety’s door. It was late, really he shouldn’t wake him. He should just suck it up and go to bed.
He swayed back and forth, unable to decide what to do. The decision, however, was made for him as the door suddenly opened and he came face to face with a surprised Anxiety. They stared wide eyed at each other in the darkened hallway until Sari jumping on his leg provided a suitable distraction. He bent down and scooped the excited bundle up, laughing quietly as she licked his face.
“She missed you.” Anx whispered, looking at him with a face that said he’d missed him too. Or least he hoped that that was what Anx’s face said. He hoped he wasn’t reading too much into it.
“I couldn’t sleep without, no, I didn’t want to sleep without you.” he said with all the courage he had.
Anxiety stared at him, then took a very deep breath, then surged forward and kissed him.
This. This was everything Patton hadn’t been able to admit he wanted. This, which had been here the whole time. Why had it taken a puppy for him to really get to know this wonderful boy?
“Bleck” Anx said pulling away and wiping the puppy kisses from his lips.
“Sari ,” Patton scolded teasingly. “It was my turn to kiss Anx, not yours.”
Anxiety rolled his eyes at him, but grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. This time they were tangled together before they fell asleep, and in the morning Anx didn’t pull away from him, and neither of them noticed Logan’s surprised face as they held hands all through breakfast, while Roman finally got his turn to play with Sari.