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SO CUTEEEEE

IT WAS REALLY BAD THEY WAITED FOR SO LONG TO RELEASE IT AND IT WAS JUST NOT WHAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN

friggasday replied to your post: THE NEW SAILOR MOON DISAPPOINTED ME SO...

SAME

EVERYONE'S BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG AND THEY COULD'VE DONE SO MUCH BETTER SMH

"Our senpais are very cool! And the teams are so much more diverse, and there are such strong players and it's so exciting and we are always pushed to our limits and beyond with every game, of course! And competition for a spot as starting member is so much fiercer than it was at Karasuno! We get along well with our senpais and other teammates, too! They are actually really kind and fun to be around!"

"Yeah, that's all cool and good like Hinata said, but

then

there

are

these."

"Senpai, you tell me. Where the hell were you anyway? It was a wednesday night."

"I'm torn between thirdhand embarrassment at your incredible stupidity and amazement at your dedication to our team, senpai, but why do you only text me when you're drunk?"

"sENPAI WHAT THE HELL. DO NOT."

"How did you even make the team, you ass?"

Oh gosh, thank you very much! /)///U///(\ Fish is so flattered you think so QUQ)~

that blog is crack to the 700th percent sobsob

(Experimenting with something new. Sorry. ;___; )

2 AM. Gets back to the apartment. Lights sputter a few times. Then they flick on. Good. 

A heavy sigh comes from living room. Dark hair, angry green eyes. Eren. Cross-arms. Oh that means trouble. No Rivaille, why did you go out so late?  Did you go with those bad men again? No. Bad Rivaille. Sit. Kneel. Fetch, Rivaille, fetch. Eat. Listen to me. Why won’t you listen? 

Shut up.

Tries to take shoes off. Fuck. Forgets that he fucked up his right arm. Eren hisses. See what I mean? One of these days you’ll be killed. 

Yes.

Eren looks taken aback. Good. 

Rivaille is broken, and he isn’t broken. He wants to be fixed, and he doesn’t want to be fixed. 

Eren tries to check on his arm but he jerks away. Fuck off. He isn’t a fucking charity case. Not a broken doll waiting to be put together. Fuck off.

Eren’s face. No. Don’t look like that. Quickly, turn away. Look, the wall needs fixing. The plumbing could use some work. Maybe he’ll repaint the walls, he needs to take out the trash, maybe—stop. Eren. Stop. Don’t look like that. 

I wish you could trust me, Eren says. And there it it. Trust.

An anchor ties around his throat. Drops it in the ocean. Rivaille is sinking, sinking deep. Trust. Communication. Bullshit. He doesn’t want to talk about it.

If only you would let me help you, says Eren. You have to try.

I’m trying okay? Fuck off. Go away. You don’t mean ‘try.’ You mean succeed. Those are not the same thing.

Sitting in a street corner. That’s what it feels like. Hands out. Help me. Being ignored. Looks of pity. Hands in. Face burns with embarrassment. Sorry for being a fucked up piece of shit. Sorry for making you feel bad about yourself for not being able to help me. Fuck off and leave me alone.

No, you want to see me succeed. You don’t want to see me try. Because if I try and fail, you’ll feel bad. Fuck that.

But Eren touches the injured arm gently. Let’s get you to a doctor. Patient. Kind. I’ll wait for you. Don’t say that. I love you. No, go away. Don’t love something like me. 

I’ll still be here no matter what happens, Eren says.

No. Go away. You’ll be hurt. I will fail and then I will return one day to you in a daze so heavy I won’t even remember your name. Maybe there will be mercy and I will return to you in a body bag. You will be disappointed. Leave.