He lost a lot of pride when he asked Jean how to say ‘go out with me’ in French, but fortunately, after a long, good laugh, Jean told him.
Je veux avoir un menage a trois*.
Eren only recited that line about a thousand times, but when the hour came for him to approach Rivaille with such proposal, he no longer held confidence in his French. Nevertheless —
“Ah .. corporal! Do you have a moment?”
Rivaille turned around and narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?”
Here it goes.
Eren took in a deep breath, then began. “Bonjooour .. je … j’ai veux une .. avoir une menage a trois .. s’il vous plait?”
Eren blinked. That was a quick answer. “But — why not?”
“I don’t share.”
And with that, Rivaille walked off, leaving Eren behind in confusion.
*je veux avoir un menage a trois = i want to have a threesome
pairing: somewhat eren/rivaille
warnings: angsttt & character death (?)
notes: read this headcanon first ♥
Pain wasn’t his pleasure, but it was his temporary escape. He never inflicted it on himself purposely; all the pain he had ever experienced was a result of him losing control. It shamed him to know that he couldn’t turn to anything else, because he had no other alternative.
“This machine ..” Akashi murmured. “.. stole my yen.” He peeked into the coin insertion hole before turning to his Teikou teammates. “Do any of you have ¥100 to spare?”
The group shared looks with each other, and after some shuffles that indicated searching of pockets, they came out empty handed.
“As expected,” Midorima said, pushing his glasses up. “Sagittarius are ranked last today.”
“I used my last on the popsicle. Sorry, Akashicchi.” Kise scratched the back of his neck. “We can ask the store manager —”
“Or we can steal it.”
“— ?!” Momoi glanced at Kuroko. “But that’s against the law!”
“I like Tetsu’s idea.”
“Don’t encourage him!” She pursed her lips in Aomine’s direction but to no avail.
“I think it’s a good idea.” Murasakibara bent over and peered at the snacks selection in the vending machine. “.. Free food.”
Akashi’s eyebrows furrowed. He knew it was wrong to steal, but he really wanted a drink — and not to mention, the vending machine stole from him first. “Very well,” he agreed. “Let’s take it.”
It took a lot of effort, but with Murasakibara and Midorima on the front, Aomine, Kise, and Kuroko on the back, and Akashi and Momoi watching to make sure no one was around, the team managed to escort the machine back to their club room.
.. And that’s the story of Kiseki no Sedai stealing a vending machine.
liquorslips ===> herlovely
warnings: just really sappy (sorry)
notes: hello yes i have returned with another fic. happy birthday, nana-aniki! hope you’ve had a wonderful one!! (❁´◡`❁)
When he first dreamed of being a doctor, he was a changed man. Instead of standing among a crowd of faceless people he called his classmates, he would be perched on a throne, high above those who saw him as a mortal god. He would be appreciated — kissed on the hand — thanked for curing sickness and sending the future generation away with high hopes of life.