#but we had to read it for class so... yknow

[stitchposts]

[turns my jester cap backwards to show i mean business]

Short answer: fuck no

Long answer: without reading the book I can't really refute more than what you have said here but let's give this a whirl. I am sure it is a very very fun book series! I honestly am going to not be mean because I don't wanna be a hater about it and its not about accuracy so much as having a good time, yknow? I am sticking with two factors here because we're answering your childhood question: the firearms production and the textiles. These are the two things I can focus on quickly.

Part of the issue with reliable firearms is that they are dangerous. We know guns are dangerous, this is nothing new. I can't really summarize 800 years of history that quickly but one of the main issues with mass production is quality control. You would need to refine a large amount of metals, build firearms to spec, and train a defense force on safely using them, and wikipedia says the guy had only 10 years to do it.

The textiles, I am of course far more qualified to say that he would have been laughed the fuck out of the region for trying to introduce t-shirts. There is in particular this... 20th century idea among the general populace that modern clothes were the Most Comfortable things in the world, esp once we really relax dress codes after the late 1970s onwards, which is when this series was written (started in the 1980s it seems). Industrialization made clothing cheap, not better. Again extremely broad strokes being applied here but historically having extremely good fabric for your clothes was how you showed off your wealth, not the cut of the clothes alone, especially when styles changed on a far slower basis than today's trends. Trends and fads absolutely happened, and clothing would be taken apart and refashioned, often over decades. T-shirts started off as underwear in the late 1800s. It slowly evolved into its own thing to be worn, as part of a younger countercultural movement over decades and working class style, especially with laborers and former military who continued to wear it after having been accustomed to being issued t-shirts as part of their uniforms. We're so far removed from it today that most people don't know that it started off as underwear.

I'm of the opinion that 13th century Polish people would see one single layer of clothing like a knit t-shirt for what it is intended originally to be: as the bottommost layer, the underwear. And they would see it as poor quality, nonsensical, ugly, and cheap underwear at that, that fails to stay sanitary and is harder to clean than tabby woven linen, which you can safely beat with a fucking rock in boiling water with caustic soaps when wet to scour it and then lay on grass to dry to activate properties to bleach it white. Having hard-wearing underwear that you can boil and beat and bleach helps you stay clean, and changing that out often and not the expensive outermost layers that everyone sees means you can be nicer to the stuff that has the expensive dyes and embroidery and heavier materials like wool or furs that are just harder to wash, physically. This is all extremely flippant and un-nuanced but when you have a whole culture around cleanliness that your very clothing choices reinforce and require for participation in society, why on fucking earth would someone grab a t-shirt over plain woven linen. Especially when historical clothing was by and large pretty damn comfortable.

ive been embroidering for nearly half my life and it still blows my mind how cheap it is as a hobby tbh. it can be as expensive as you want to make it, sure. I've definitely invested in nicer tools when I had the finances to do so. But relatively compared to other hobbies it's kinda nuts that a splurge on materials is like. 9 bucks for a pack of some of the fanciest needles you can buy. Silk thread for 6 dollars. The industry gold standard thread is the stuff already available at every single craft store in the USA. If you follow exacting patterns that require a lot of color changes it can add up, but those are often projects that require weeks or months of work. Let's say you had 50 color changes and the project uses most of each skein. That's months of hobby-ing right there, for about 50 dollars plus the cost of base materials which is under 10 dollars.

[wisteriaclaw]

why does my aunt get me YA fantasy every christmas

i think she gets me books she read and enjoyed but. i. am not very interested in ya fantasy.... like ive enjoyed some of them but its so hard to make myself read them.........

pls get me more xenofiction. wolves of the beyond was the BEST gift i have ever gotten. do you think im too old for xenofiction. i am making a wolf comic. do you know i am making a wolf comi-

[the-dragon-girl-27]

"I don't know everything, I just know what I know."

So Monogatari is back and nobody told me??????

Haven't watched the new season yet but cuz i'm in a Monogatari mood I drew Hanekawa

[bonefall]

Tbh the whole 'bloodclan bans families and hates Cat God' thing really reminds me of the anti communist bullshit I was fed in highschool history class.

Every day I count my lucky stars that I got educated in a well-funded school in a blue state. My teachers were shockingly good in hindsight, I didn't get half of the same propaganda some of my friends in other states got.

[dullahandyke]

they’ve also got the breadwinner

ill b honest annie (<cuter nickname than nonnie for anons) i just watched the trailer and it dips its toes a little too much into the orientalist tropes for my tastes but ive added it to my watchlist bcos i think it could be analytical enrichment

[coronangelic1]

do you know what its something that i hate. teachers that are pieces of shit and take a big part of your grade because the person you had to work with didnt do their part and because of that you said hey. ill do all myself!!! just gotta add that they didnt work!!!! and the teacher says fuck you get a 70 this is what you get for not doing every single possible way of communication with your partner to get them to write one (1) one thing in this paper

[milo-is-rambling]

Who was gonna tell me that reading is fun sometimes

[isaacathom]

thinking about the hornblower/bush pleading paragraph again and being reminded of a scene earlier in that same book where hornblower is trying to tell bush about how he can navigate and demonstrating the math for him and all bush can do is nod dumbly and admire hornblower's delicate and nimble hands

[adaine-party-wizard]

finished my stupid final assignment for my stupid final class that truly. worst class of this degree. and i had a prof leave partway through the semester last year. but i got literally nothing of value from this class and i honest to god think i could have come up with a more thoughtful syllabus that actually discusses the fucking. thing in the goddamn title of the course. i was looking so forward to this class and it actually sucked so bad

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi, sorry if this is an insensitive question but I was wondering if you have books by black authors that don't center racism? It's not that I want to live a blissful life not knowing about racism, I'm dark skinned nb woc, racism is part of life. I just noticed that unless it's a romance book, every 'by black authors' book list I find will have all the books with racism being a major theme. As if being a black author means publishing will only sign if you write about racism. I want to read something different, happy and humorous, fantastical, scry, whatever. I don't want every book I read from black authors to be about race the same way I don't want every book by queer authors I read to have homophobia. I got some recommendations before and all of them were like "hilarious book where author talks about racism they faced in a funny way", I feel exhauated. I know different books have to exist but I can't find them when I google.

sorry I'm so charmed by the idea that asking a white bitch for book recs about Black people doing something other than experiencing racism might be insensitive

anyway you're right like!!! a lot of authors of color only get to crack into publishing if they're willing to write about their suffering and be lauded for that and like, cool, bless up for writing that but would be cool to pay attention to stuff that's not all pain and suffering!!

I'm going to caveat to say that some of these will contain, you know, References to racism, especially if they take place in the real world, since Black authors and Black characters are gonna acknowledge that, but I'm not gonna rec like. The Hate U Give where that's The Point, yknow? also a lot of these are still rather dark and grim as novels because of who I am as a person and what I like but I hope will still be helpful. check the content warnings for everything I recommend ever.

ANYWAYYY

gotta shill for Akwaeke Emezi right out of the gate as usual: their most recent novel, Little Rot, is a pitch black thriller that starts with a Nigerian couple breaking up in Lagos and proceeding to have the most evil and deranged weekend anyone has ever had. truly almost content warning in the book for this one, BUTTTTT racism is like. the least of anyone's worries. girl, there are hitmen.

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite is another Nigerian novel that's more of a dark comedy about a dutiful older sister who's been cleaning up her impulsive and beautiful younger sister's dead boyfriends for YEARS. shit comes to a head when little sis sets her eyes on a man her older sister likes (who's also her boss!!! gag!!!).

Helen Oyeyemi's novel The Icarus Girl is a quietly creepy horror about a young mixed English girl who visits her mother's Nigerian family and comes back with a commanding, powerful imaginary friend that no one can see, who starts causing terrible things to occur once the family is back home. I was blown away by how well Oyeyemi wrote little Jessamine's POV; really nailed the smart, lonely, anxious child perspective.

Darknesses by Lachelle Seville is a WILD paranormal indie pub that i read earlier this year that's soooo messy and so entertaining. I think I described it as feeling like reading through someone's blog about their OC's? it was a hoot. the basic premise is that a young Black woman named Oasis, physically and mentally scarred from escaping a cult, is working at a bookstore in New York City when she meets another gorgeous Black girl who claims to be in love with her... and also to be an incarnation of Count Dracula.

if we want some high fantasy I really, really love NK Jemisin's Dreamblood Duology, which is set in a fantasy version of ancient Egypt and revolves around a class of priests who utilize the magic of dreams. political intrigue ensues!

love of my life Janelle Monáe curated a collection of short stories called The Memory Librarian, where each story is written by a different author and is inspired by the world of Monáe's album Dirty Computer. Danny Lore's story Nevermind, based on the music video for Pynk, is my #1 favorite thing.

also if we want some nonfiction I truly adore all of Samantha Irby's essay collections so much; there aren't a lot of writers who consistently make me LAUGH laugh but she gets me. her most recent, Quietly Hostile, has some top notch shenanigans re: having to go to the hospital for a very stupid allergic reaction at the height of COVID social distancing.

you may also find inspo here (I know I did!!)

and here (I'm especially intrigued by Meet Me at the Crossroads)

[myomie]

Hellow:3

Can I request a magicless reader who switched bodies (or atleast consciousness) with the 3rd years and is just going ham with their magic?

THIRD YEARS 𐙚⭑𓂃────────────────────𓂃⭑𐙚 "A Magicless Student's First Taste of Magic!" GN! Reader

really loved doing things w the third years, so yayay!! :3 some of these might be shorter than others cause there are more third years than first years :(! i also didn't add Rollo because somehow I've managed to miss that event twice, i think LOL. other than that, hope these turned out how you like them! ^_^ Warnings (∩>؂•)⊃⦆=͟͟͞͞➵ None!! ran through spell check but haven't proof read

Being magicless in a school full of the most extraordinary mages was already trouble enough, but even more so when you're forced to take care of a certain trio. During a joint alchemy class, the third years assisting the first years, someone bumps into a table. Acting immediately, you moved to shield Grim from whatever was in the potion, which came toppling down on you and your third-year partner!

Waking up in the infirmary, you look to the side just to see... yourself? Your head tilts slightly, an awkward sigh leaving the ghost nurse as she lifts a mirror to your face.

Oh man.

This was bad...

Or maybe good?

TREY CLOVER

You glanced down at yourself, and panic immediately filled your stomach, but there was also something else. An odd feeling, something you'd never felt- Akin to nervousness, and excitement. A buzz ran through your body, from your toes to the tip of your head. Magic. The very thought made your heart beat just the tiniest bit faster, as you stared down at your hands.

A grin made its way to your face as you stared down at Trey's uniform pants, noting the magical pen that was hooked to it. Immediately, you began to fiddle with it, amazed by the very premise of you being able to do magic.

A laugh escaped your lips, laced with disbelief and wonder. You had never, especially not when you were living back home, imagined you would be able to wield magic. The feeling was intoxicating.

"Uhh.. what'cha doing?" a voice asked, cutting off your stampede of thoughts. You turned to see Trey... or, well, Trey in your body. He was watching you, his expression a mild mixture of awe and amusement at your excitement, but also a twinge of concern about you messing with his magic. "Seems like you're having fun."

You grinned back, unable to suppress your feelings. "I think I'm magical now!! At least, in this body," You said, waving your hands, causing him to get up and gently grab your wrist- Not wanting you to throw his pen as you moved around. "This is incredible! Treyy!"

Trey just let out a small laugh, mingled with a sigh. "You do know I'm the one with all the experience? You'll have to be careful with this. Magic can be unstable."

"Oh come onnn.." You whined, leaning back. The pouting face caused Trey to stiffen... Seeing himself make such a face was odd.

He just stood up straight, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know, I guess I could teach you a few things if we're going to be stuck like this," He suggested, a michevious glint in his eye. (ya yknow what I mean, his little smirk ahhhgj)

"Are you serious??" You exclaimed, standing up, bouncing on your (his) heels. "I'd love that, teach me everything!!"

You spent the next few hours trying to explore the magic you inherited, slightly retaining information from lessons. After all, you had to listen or Grim would be screwed on his tests. After a while, you managed to master the ability of...

Making things float.

Good job.

Soon, however, an idea came to you. "Let's sneak out!! Imagine what I could do- I could mess with Ace and Deuce..hehehh.."

His eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head, although he still smiled. "You are... something. How about we take it easy?"

You stared at him, then sighed. Yeah. He was probably right. Trey always was the sensible one.

..But what he doesn't find out about won't hurt him, right?

CATER DIAMOND

As you woke up, becoming aware of your surroundings, your heart raced at the realization. Your fingers twitched, and as you looked down at your outfit, you noticed the school-mandated magical pen attached to you. It seemed to beckon you, and a mischievous grin spread across your face.

Maybe this wasn't the tragedy you had originally assumed.

"Time to be awesome!!" You declared to the empty infirmary, pumping your fist up, before just pausing. Looking around to make sure nobody noticed that.

You had never truly understood how magic worked, but now that you were in Cater's body, you could feel magic thrumming through you. An exhilarating buzz. With a surprising lack of hesitation, you pulled the pen out, standing up out of your hospital bed, flicking the pen around..

A burst of glittery magic came out, and you laughed as it sparkled in the air.

Reveling in the sensation, you continued to dance around with the pen, magic following you, moving through your fingers-

"..Hey! You good in there?" It was your voice, but clearly, Cater was in your body. Opening the small curtain to peer in on you, he seemed a bit confused, but it soon faded into amusement. You froze mid-movement, clearing your throat. You could feel your face grow warm as you moved your hands behind you, acting casual.

"I'm great!! Just taking a moment to uh... adjust," You quickly responded, trying to avoid any suspicion about what you were doing.

"Why are you in my body, and why does it look like you're dancing? Are you… messing with my magic?" You shot him a cheeky grin. "Maybe! But come on, don't you want to have fun with this? You always talk about the perks of being you!" He hesitated at first, glancing over his shoulder like he was weighing the appropriateness of your offer. But a spark of mischief flickered in his eyes, and you could see he was intrigued. "Alright, but with great power comes great responsibility. I should at least teach you the basics."

Hours passed by, and towards the end of the day, you found yourself even able to duplicate yourself using his special magic.

"Okay, now here's the fun part," Cater said, leaning in towards you. "Let's mess with Ace and Deuce! I'm sure they'll be surprised."

You immediately smiled, "Yes! Let's do it!"

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

When you regained consciousness, the sterile smell of the infirmary met your senses. Soemthing you usually wouldn't pick up... Everything seemed to smell stronger, your head aching slightly as the loud chattering outside made your ear twitch.

Wait.

Your ear..?

Immediately, your eyes hooked onto a nearby mirror, panic filling your body... Your reflection was most definitely not what you were used to; the lion ears atop your head were proof of that.

As the reality of your situation sank in, you instinctively flexed yours... Or Leona's fingers, somewhat in admiration of the sharp, claw-like nails that sat atop them. A thrill through you as your panic faded away, being replaced by the reminder of how many opportunities arose from this.

"Hey, you alright?" a voice interrupted your thoughts, turning to see your own body- An expression you'd never seen cross your face before. You seemed to be scowling, just the tiniest bit. Your own eyes scanned your face, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah! I'm amazing!!" You explained, your new voice deep. "Look at me!! I can do magic!" You threw your hands up, causing Leonas' eyes to narrow, his brows furrowing.

He stepped forward, "Don't you dare," He grumbled, his arms crossed. "Magic can be tricky. If you go crazy, I'm not covering for ya.."

"Too late!" You told him, immediately standing up and snatching a piece of paper off the bedside table. You fiddled with it, before mustering any thoughts you had, willing the piece to turn to sand...

Nothing happened.

...

"Don't make me repeat myself," He huffed, grabbing your shoulder, pulling you back slightly, and taking the paper from you. "My magic is powerful; you can't just will it out of nothingness."

You pouted slightly, causing him to shudder as such an expression crossed his face. "But Leona..." Hearing his voice come out whiny, slightly amused you, as you leaned in towards him. "Pleassee..? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-"

He cut you off, shoving the paper in your face. "Fine." Whether he had a soft spot of you and was giving in, or if he was just tired of hearing you whine, you were unsure of. You just smiled slyly. "But you will only do what I teach you. Nothing more."

...

Giggles of joy left your mouth as you turned things to sand within the courtyard, all the stuff Leona pointed towards you.

"Leona..?" A familiar voice of Ruggie spoke behind you, causing you to turn. Smiling at him, you spun on your heel, letting the sand particles sprinkle around you.

"Look how cool Ruggie!!" You exclaimed, causing him to look genuinely like he was about to have a heart attack.

Leona grabbed your arm, not causing much pain because he was in your body, as he tugged you back. "Ok. Enough of that," he mumbled, dragging you away. "Stop... acting like that in my body..."

"..You're no fun, Leona."

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Waking up in the infirmary, you were relieved to find yourself unharmed, with no pain in your body. Yet, as you raised your hand to rub your eyes, you were met with a slender hand, covered in pristine clothing. You blinked as you stared at it, your eyes slowly wandering to a nearby mirror.

You were none other than Vil. The Vil Schoenheit. Your heart raced as you stared at the pristine blonde locks and the sharp eyes. For a moment, you had believed him to be right in front of you, but after making a few gestures he would never make, the weight of the situation fell on you.

And then, the thought hit you.

Shooting of your bed, gazing down at your hands. "Oh my gosh!! I'm.. I'm like magic now!!" You threw your hands up in the air.

"..Great," Your attention turned to the person behind you- Who now sounded and looked like you. "..This is fantastic," Vil, who was trapped in your (a mere mortal compared to him, he thought) body. "You. You're in my body."

"Right! We switched bodies!" You spun around, his robe following you. "This is insane! Think of all the things I can do, magic... real magic!!"

"Don't get too excited," Vil interjected, his voice cutting through your ecstatic behavior. "You are not trained in magic; it is not a toy, potato."

You sighed softly, putting your hands on your hips as you stared back at him, frowning slightly. Your hand slipped, your fingers wandering to his magical pen clipped to his hip. "Come on.. Don't you ever wanna let loose? Have some fun?"

"Fun???" He replied, leaning in towards you, "Magic is anything but supposed to be fun! It requires discipline and coordination. You will only cause cha-"

"Boop.." You smiled softly as you hit his nose with the pen, a burst of magic surrounding them, his nose now being covered in glitter, causing it to twitch.

He just stood there, in complete shock. "You..." He trailed off, bringing his hand up to brush it off. "You'll ruin my reputation. Put that down."

"Cmonn! Just a little more!!" You insisted, waving the pen again, a flower appearing in your hands. "See! How pretty!!"

He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head...

This would be a long day.

ROOK HUNT

When you came to, you pushed yourself up off the hospital bed, rubbing your face as you groaned, the sound of your voice much different than usual. You didn't realize you were in the wrong body until you stood up, staring at a nearby reflective surface, silence filling your mind as you stood there.

...

...

"Oh.."

This. Was. Crazy!!

You stepped back, heart thudding in your chest- But instead of fear capturing your mind, you immediately grinned. Feeling the magic running beneath your skin, you spun around, "I'm Rook Hunt! The most stalkerish stalker everrr!-" You explained, trying to mimic his confident manner. "Ahahh.. Oui oui.... uhh something something cherry-"

You cut yourself off as the curtain opened, a shiver running up your spine as you saw yourself standing behind you. A smug smile was on your face, and you immediately recognized it as belonging to Rook. Right. Of course.

If you were in his body... that would mean...

"Ah, no, keep going chère," He teased, and your heart nearly flipped out of your chest as the realization he was watching.

You just stared at him, before mustering all the strength you had, trying to get the curtain to close on his face.

"Ah, no, no," He sighed, just stopping the curtain from closing, "You must be careful with this magic," He hummed, walking towards you, leaning towards him, "The art of magic is certainly not something to be trifled with."

"I can handle it," You huffed, crossing your arms. You could do whatever you wanted!! Your mind is soaring towards messing with the trio.

Rook moved closer, if possible, "The beauty of magic does not just lie in its very existence," He said, a smile creeping onto his face, "It's all about the finesse, the elegance. Let me show you."

Before you could protest, he took your hands, leading you into what seemed to be a strange dance, your feet spinning around as you tried to keep up with him. A chair floated beside you as he directed your hands, willing you to do as he motioned.

"Try making it float more, higher," He suggested, his gaze trained on you, "Oh! And you must sing too-"

Oh. He was messing with you.

"Rook!" You protested, embarrassed by his actions, making you tug your hands away, pulling them to your chest as you glared at him.

Rook's laughter echoed through the nurse's office, willingly letting you go. "I see, you've seen through my lies, mh?" He tucked his hands behind his back, moving away slightly. "..Very well. Perhaps I can try to properly teach you?"

"Stay away from me."

You suddenly preferred your non-magical life.

IDIA SHROUD

Waking up after what seemed like an all too long nap, you sat up. Memories from before filled your mind, and you glanced around... A nurse's office. "..Idia..?" You mumbled before looking to the side, noticing yourself standing there. "What the..."

"Ah! No! No! No!!" Your voice... but you weren't speaking. It echoed around the room, your original body clutching its head, trembling in panic. "This is not good! Not good at alllll! This is like that one anime... yknow, I Tried To Save the Day, but instead I got Transmigrated Into the Villainess' Body and now I-"

You decided to ignore whatever he was talking about, staring at your hands. "I.. can do magic now.." You mumbled, a smile sneaking onto your face, before grabbing his magical pen, waving it in the air. Each flick caused Idia to flinch.

"Stop! You.. You don't know how to control this!" His distress amplified as he watched you ignite a small pile of papers. You blinked, quickly extinguishing the flames, the thrill fueling you.

"Come on, Idia! This is awesome!" You grinned, bursting with energy, shooting up off the bed.

"Are you insane?!?!" Idia cried out, also getting up, keeping a safe distance from you. "You- You're going to blow us up!"

You didn't listen to his warning, reciting a magical spell you had heard of in one of Grim's lessons. You twirled around as levitating objects surrounded you, your giggles filling the room.

"Ohh.. this is too much," He muttered, bringing his hands to his head. The lights flickered in the room, causing him to stiffen, staring at you. "What if I can't control it once you've finally gone crazy..."

"..What are you even talking about?" You deadpanned, before processing his distraught face. You just sighed, putting down his pen, "Okay, okay... Let's work together; we can figure this out." You tried to calm him down, walking over towards him.

...

MALLEUS DRACONIA

It didn't take long for you to notice something was incredibly wrong, as you sat up, realizing you were a foot too tall.

"Oh," You mumbled, staring at the nearby mirror.

Malleus, on the other hand, was confused. He felt different, weak. He stared down at his hands, realizing they were no longer adorned by the familiar claws he was used to. Instead, they were softer, smaller- definitely not something of his. He felt panicked for a moment until he caught sight of you, staring at yourself in the reflection.

"I'm.. You," You mumbled, pointing at the reflection in the mirror.

"Yes. It appears so," He replied, his voice turning to amusement as he watched you examine his form, your fingers running down his elegant robes, and also planting themself on top of your head, where his horns were planted.

"Ah! But look at this!" You explained, bringing your hand up to try to levitate something, just for it to blow up.

....

Despite your mishap, he couldn't stop the warmth from filling his chest, standing up to walk towards you. "Be careful, child of man," He warned, feeling the need to sit beside you. "This magic is... potent."

"I'm fineee!" You laughed it off, a giggle escaping as you continued to try to levitate objects, now using less power. Books and vials floated through the air, and for a moment, both of you were captivated by the sight. "I can't believe how cool this feels..."

"Just remember. Focus," He advised, watching your animated form mess around with his magic, laugh after laugh- More grins...

"Okay, I got this!" You said, determined. You took a deep breath, concentrating. Unfortunately, it didn't go as you planned; instead of a sphere of light, an array of colorful sparks filled the room for a moment.

With wide eyes, you watched... "Did you see that, Tsunotaro?! Well.. I guess you're not really Tsunotaro. I have horns now." You trailed off, bringing a hand to your chin as you thought about it.

"Careful, dear," He grabbed your shoulder, pulling you down, towards him. "Such magic can be... unpredictable." Still, he continued to admire the scene before him, watching as you fearlessly filled the room with colors.

"Don't worry! I'll figure this out!" You promised, sitting up tall, causing his hand to slip from your shoulder, as you moved to try out more.

As much as he enjoyed the sight before him, he wished you would switch bodies soon. He disliked how easily you were able to move past him in his body.

LILIA VANROUGE

I'm gonna take the fattest nap after I finish this

When the world regained its focus, you found yourself staring at a mirror on the wall, your eyes trained on the black and pink hair adorning your head. "..Lilia? Is that you?"

"Nope! It's you!" It was your voice, but certainly his replying. You looked behind you, noticing your figure standing not far from the bed. You and Lilia must have switched bodies after the potion fell...

"This is awesome!" You suddenly exclaimed, pushing the blankets off and standing up. "I can teleport! I can do magic!"

"Wait, carefu-" Lilia tried to caution, but you were already off, quick as a wink. You teleported across the room, landing right on the desk.

"Did you see that? I'm amazing!" You laughed, nearly falling off the desk, catching yourself with your legs, hanging off the furniture.

His eyes widened a fraction, and a glint of concern found its way to his face, "You ought to tone it down a bit; not everything has to be a stunt."

Ignoring him, you've got backup approaching you. "This is so much fun, though! Look at me! I could teleport all over campus and scare everyone!"

His expressions slowly shifted from one of concern to a similar look of mischief. "Hm.. I guess. It could be entertaining," He hummed, knowing he did a similar course of action. "Just promise you won't endanger yourself."

With that, you grinned widely, "I won't! I promise!"

The next few hours, you found yourself teleporting around, surprising everyone you knew- Especially Ace and Deuce, even stealing Grim's tuna right from under his nose, a smug grin on your face as you appeared next to Lilia again.

You were out of breath, wiping your mouth slightly as you leaned over, before pausing.. "Lilia.."

"Yes..?"

..

"Why does my back hurt so much..?"

Safe to say, you never wanted to be as much of an old man as Lilia.

[mahalkitamully]

the girl next door 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

一 coffee date (p2)

read the other chapters here !

: neighbor ! ellie williams x fem ! reader pt 2 !

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF :3

FOR THE GIRLS ONLY MEN DNI !!!

this is a part 2 !! u can somewhat get by w out reading part 1, but itd give a little backstory and context! : the girl next door : ellie williams x reader !! ig it isn't rlly a oneshot anymore huh

一

"have a great rest of your day!" your voice chimed cheerfully before deadpanning as soon as the customer left. "i'm so sick of this." you groaned, rubbing your sore cheeks from smiling so much. "you'll be fine really!" your manager laughed causing you to roll your eyes. "seriously, this day has been so stressful!! i mean really- who the hell is pissing in these peoples cups and selling it as apple juice because why're they all so bitc-"

you got cut off with the sound of the small bells chiming. shit a customer! there's ten minutes till closing who the hell-..??? was all you could think to yourself before turning around and tensing up.

"uh.. is it too late for me to get coffee?" there she was, the prettiest neighbor you had; ellie stood by the counter, her head tilted as she stood there rather awkwardly. "sorry- I woulda came later but.. class has been up my ass yknow?

suddenly, the pain from smiling so hard went away, and you were smiling once again. she always seemed to make you smile with just her presence. ''no I get that!!" you chuckled before heading over to ellie, your manager giving y'all a knowing look before walking to the back. (how sweet <3)

"so what would you like?" you asked, trying not to seem so giddy with just being in the same room as her. "I don't really drink coffee uh.. I don't like sweets too sweet y'know?" ellie seemed to ramble, avoiding eye contact while also trying to look at you. she seemed to love looking over your features.

"i can get you a pastry and soup if you want-?" you suggested as she smiled. "yeah sure."

after you made her food, you placed it on the table she had sat at, before sitting in the seat in front of her. "this looks really good- hope I won't die or anything" she joked, as you laughed "no promises" you replied leading her to chuckle. "what kinda first date would that be?"

you both seemed to turn red at her words, your heart rate quickening. you forgot you had referred to it as a date. "a really bad one..?" you responded and she laughed. "you're so stupid! ..not really I'm- i'm joking-." there it was again- she seemed so worried to offend you.

you guys talked for a while, her soup half finished and cold because of how she just never stopped talking to you. she seemed to love your company.

she even stayed as you cleaned up, talking to you as you did what you needed to before closing. "you ready? i'll walk you back home- well I guess we would anyways cause we're neighbors huh.." ellie spoke, scratching the back of her neck as you nodded, smiling. you turned to wipe the counter, noticing the 10 dollar bill in the tip jar. ellie paid for her food? you couldn't help but smile a little harder, your cheeks pink. you didn't know how you knew, but you just did.

as the two of you walked back to the apartments, the night had gotten colder. you could see y'alls breaths as you walked side by side. your arms would brush against each other every now and then, leaving the two of you growing rather shy.

ellie would get bold whenever she talked to you, but it'd only be for a second.

"you look really pretty right now."

"really? thanks, you're pretty too ellie"

"oh- thanks- thanks.."

you neared your apartment door, recognizable by the welcome mat in your favorite color, and the crooked numbers for your unit number. "thanks for walking with me el- it was really nice." you smiled stupidly, leaning against your door as ellie rubbed the back of her neck. "no worries.. that- was a pretty cool first date."

date.. you smiled, nodding as well. "you can choose where we go next ok?"

"next? so a second date.?"

"yeah!"

"cool- cool yeah.. I'll think of a place."

"goodnight ellie"

"g'night, sleep well-.'' and with that you closed your door, leaving ellie outside.

you peaked through your peep hole, before seeing ellie still outside, her face red before she went inside her room.

you both fell asleep giddy that night.

THIS WAS LOWK A RAMBLE SO IM SORRY IF IT WAS BUNS </3 my spring breaks over im gonna die

[0ssak1]

A GENTLEMAN?

A jumping point.

part two!!

pairing: Mohawk!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader - HS AU

Warnings: profanity, mentions of SA/Rape, and very obviously not proof read

Notes: Authors first time posting a fic/playing with formatting.

“Oh, fuck me..”

You thought to yourself as were sat in afterschool detention even before it started, having being early as you always were. So how the hell were you in there for tardies?

This school had issues. You came early to all your classes and school having to cram doing your makeup and finishing touches to your outfit on your way to school every day. Not to mention you dressed in a more alternative style than the average. And you actually put effort into your outfits.

You tapped your platformed heel on the floor, your cheek cramed into the palm of your right hand. You stared out the window overthinking things.

How did you, a straight A and averaging 4.0 student who never contacted trouble (excluding shit talking with your small group of friends..) end up in here with him?

The boy who sat right next to you was practically made out of metal. From top to bottom, pierced or jeweled. His eyebrows, bridge of his nose, lips, and most probably his tongue. And other areas you didn’t dare think about.

He was dressed in some black loose shirt, layered with a maybe by the looks of it leather jacket, patches sewn onto it. Your eyes drew down to his legs and footwear, then back up to his face—

The two caught eye contact. God, what the hell?!

You looked away, your cheeks flushing the pink color of his lips out of embarrassment.

“You good, sweetheart?” The black haired boy smiled, or more smirked leaning towards you. His hand pressed against the drawn on and fucked wood of the desk, his rings clashing against the boring gold color.

“Sweetheart?! oh the audacity..” You thought to yourself, too scared to let slip out of your tinted lips. “Excuse me?” You shifted back to look at him, his eyes widening, before sinking back down.

“I asked if you were good, sweetheart.” There it was again.

“Do you have any experience whatsoever with women? ‘mean really. It only seems like it’s been girls.”

He stared, mouth agape before it shut into a thin line. You definitely weren’t like those girls he usually tried to bagged.

“Oh you’re different.” He sat up, popping on the t.

“Yeah, I actually have style.”

“I mean your attitude.”

“What at—“

“Quiet!” Called a woman from the front of the room, hearing your whispers arise to a talking stage. You both turned to her almost in sync, him rolling his eyes and turned back to you whilst you nodded to her.

“Right..” He muttered, running his fingers through his mohawk.

“So whats with the fuckass haircut..?” You asked, your tone completely innocent but filled with fierce assholery. Almost like Lucifer and Eve.

“Whats with the clumpy mascara?” So, he shot back—WHAT?!

“Hey! It’s not clumpy!” You scoffed, brushing your finger over your lashes to fix them. Maybe they were.. but that was because you were trying NOT to get hit by a car on your way to school.

“Sure, princess. Keep lyin’ to yourself, yeah?” He muttered, glancing across the room at other people who were looking around either bored, or doing something else. Now taking in the room, it was filled with a bunch of sex ed posters.. hm.

“Riiightt.. just like how you lie to yourself saying all those girls you fuck want you so bad.”

“Says the virgin.”

“I— I am NOT!” Oh yes you were. But honestly, who could blame you? You didn’t wanna loose it to some loser or idiot , like this guy..

“Yknow what? Whatever, how about we.. actually try and be polite.” You sat up, putting out your hand. You had slim, long fingers like your well painted nails. It almost seemed like everything you did was well. Being in advanced classes, being well dressed, impressing mothers…

He stared at you, thinking it was some.. joke. He chuckled, slapping his hand against yours. His rings around his tanned, rougher fingers as they wrapped around yours. He.. dabbed you up.

“I mean’t a handsha—okay, okay, shuttup [READER]..”

He snickered, letting go and instead took your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss. The cold metal of his snakebites against your fingers.

“Mark, by the way.” He looked up, staring into your eyes with infatuation whilst yours stared in disgust.

“[name]..” You mumbled, withdrawing your hand from his grasp. He held on just a little tighter to a unnoticeable point, before letting go and dropping it to his thigh.

“Mm, suits you.”

“…Right.”

You look away from any clock in sight, the glare of someones phone, something in another room, anything.. a guy was staring at you. He kept moving, trying to get a look under your skirt to snap a picture with his phone. You crossed your legs and pulled down your skirt, trying to adjust it.

You shifted uncomfortably, angling yourself behind his chair so the creep couldn’t get a glance at your thighs.

“Run like a girl” the phrase stuck in your mind, about hearing posts of women in all sorts of tragic situations. It always disgusted you, or even that one time your ex-boyfriend said “you’d be/get raped” in a outfit you weren’t showing any skin in..

You zoned back into thought, Mark’s legs turned to cover yours and his torso in a obviously uncomfortable position but only to cover yours. So maybe the asshole had some comfort in him, yeah..? I mean, the obvious looks of your discomfort he picked up on, thank god.

You looked at him, muttering a soft “thank you.” He nodded back, giving the guy the death stare..

Mark leaned back in his seat against you, tilting his head back. “I think we should get outta here, right?” He smirked, his hands laid pressed and enlaced against his chest as if he was some prince..

“Right.” You, finally, smiled back.

With some elaborate “planning” him telling you, you were going to jump out the window of the 2nd floor but he’d catch you and you two would run away to the parking lot, you executed it.

You glanced at the woman sat facing the whiteboard written in thin expo-marker “DETENTION 4:15-5:30” with headphones on, just scrolling on her phone watching Facebook reels and cackling every few minutes. Obviously distracted. You turned back to him or lack of him who was half way out the window, zipping up your bag. You sat on the ledge as he jumped down onto the grass with a groan, leaning against the tree peering up at you.

“Ready, princess?” He smiled.. smiled. Oh you could not fall in love with this guy.. He was just some guy who dressed well..

“You swear to god you’ll catch me?” You peered out the window, sat on the edge with your bag on your lap, about to be slung over your shoulder..

“I swear you can trust me.”

You took a breath to inhale, before slinging your bag over your shoulder and sliding out the window and into his arms.

.

.

.

With the thump, you landed in his arms bridal style with one hand wrapped around your thigh and the other grasping your arm. “I gotcha..” He nodded, holding you for a beat before setting your feet down.

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“Uhh…hi. I guess we’re partners?” You chuckled, sitting in the empty desk next to Schlatt, as he glanced up, about to grumble something about just splitting the work 50/50 and never speaking again, until he locked eyes with yours. He felt oddly entranced, needing to know more about this mysterious person he was suddenly partnered with. 

“Uhhh, yeah…assuming you’re (Y/N), right?” He said, leaning back in his chair as he looked at the Canvas tab with “PARTNER PROJECT - GROUPING LIST,” reading your name as it was typed on the list next to his own.

“Yep, that’s me. Wanna get started now, or just bullshit and figure it out later?” You smiled, placing your laptop down on the desk next to him, pulling out the seat before sitting down. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head.

“What…are you not interested in 20th Century Russian Literature or somethin’?” He let out a laugh, watching you crinkle your nose in disdain.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t take you as a guy who was into Vladimir Mayakovsky...” You scoffed, opening your laptop to open a Google Doc, assuming you were about to be doing some work in the next half an hour left in this class. Smirking, Schlatt reached over, closing your laptop screen. 

“What the hell, dude?” You looked over at him, his smirk starting to piss you off. 

“You really thought we were going to work right now…? Be so serious..” He laughed, grabbing his bag before signalling you to follow him. You shook your head in disbelief, looking around. Most of the other people in class had left, your professor giving you time to head to the library with your partners to find the specific pieces of literature you were studying, so you assumed that's where you were heading. 

“Needed to get out of there…” He laughed, opening the door for you as the cool fall New York air pricked at your skin. You nodded your head, agreeing with his statement.

“So, to the library we go, then?” You asked, slinging your backpack on your shoulder, quickening your steps to keep up with his long, yet slow, strides. He let out a laugh, one that began to warm you in the pit of your stomach, filling you with butterflies. 

“Hell no…just didn’t want our professor to overhear us talkin’ shit on his class…gotta keep up that good grade, yknow?” He chuckled. Listening to him talking, you realized you had recognized his voice as the one person who spoke at least a little bit of Russian in the class, and managed to understand the stories in the language they were written in to discuss in class. Your eyes widened only slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You mean to tell me…you don’t actually like Russian literature? You speak Russian!” 

“Only bits and pieces, princess. Besides…it’s so fuckin’ boring. Learned Russian in high school because it sounded fun…thought if I took this elective course it would be the same. Clearly I was wrong because this is the stupidest fuckin’ class I’ve ever taken.” He groaned, your mind only able to focus on his usage of ‘princess,’ trying to hide the heat you could feel creeping across your cheeks. You hummed, nodding at him. 

“Honestly…I signed up for the wrong class. Thought I clicked on 20th Century American Literature, and not Russian…shouldn’t have scheduled my classes at 2 AM, I guess.” I said, laughing at the memory. I saw him begin to smile, shaking his head. 

“Got partnered with someone who often operates in delirium? God really must hate me..” He groaned, opening the door to the student union center, walking to a bustling common area. You knew you just met the guy, but he was already beginning to feel like a close friend, close enough that you took your hand and swatted him on the shoulder, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Hey! I’m not that bad, I don’t make all my decisions while delirious! Just…some of them.” You said, crossing your arms with a huff. Schlatt smiled, staring at you, an unfamiliar warm sensation filling his gut. It honestly made him kind of queasy, swallowing down…whatever it was with a shake of his head, moving on with the conversation at hand. Schlatt swore to himself that day that he would never let that feeling back into his body if he had any say about it.

“Hey…did you hear me?” You asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face, as Schlatt was shook back to reality, away from that distant memory. His spine chilled with the memory of your meeting, the familiar queasy feeling creeping back into his gut as he faced you. 

“Y-Yeah…I did. Thanks, toots. You’re not half bad yourself…” He felt the need to swallow imaginary bile down his throat as he choked out a sentence or two, not wanting to piss you off. He hated having these…feelings. Not used to them, he shook his head slightly, wanting to clear his mind. 

You frowned, hoping he wouldn’t see your upset in the darkness of the night. You rolled back onto your back, looking up at the stars once more, as if you were seeking an answer. Why was he being like this? Were you really such a bad person? Why couldn’t he open himself up to the possibility of more? 

He, too, returned his gaze to the night sky, asking his own series of questions to higher powers. Why was he feeling so…mushy? Was it worth it, to let down his guard and accept thoughts of…settling down? Why did he feel so nervous all of a sudden when he looked at you? Speaking of you…he glanced over, noting the obvious sadness in your face. Sighing, he pulled you closer to his chest, gently whispering in your hair. 

“It’s nothin’ against you, toots. Just…wasn’t expectin’ you to come out ‘n say that…” He mumbled, taking in the moment with you. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t keep yourself mad at him for too long, though your gut began to churn.

“It’s…it’s alright. We should be getting back to the cabin…it’s getting late, and I’m getting cold.” You said, sitting up. He sighed, following in suit standing up as he held out his hand, grabbing yours to help you stand up. Silently, he picked up the blanket, wrapped an arm around your shoulder, silently making your way back to the cabin. 

The air was tense when you walked in, a lot of unspoken words that were needing to be shared between you both…yet nothing happened. You both went your separate ways for the night, you doing your skincare routine, changing into more comfortable clothes, as you began to wander the cabin, hoping Schlatt would be out of whatever funk he was in, so you could talk.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, you saw Schlatt outside on the porch, leaning against the railings looking out into the night. You could tell by the look on his face he was still engulfed in his thoughts, so you decided to not instigate and rather cozy up in your room for the rest of the night. You got comfortable in your bed, turning on a bedside lamp as you pulled the book you were reading from out of your bag, deciding to get a chapter or two in before you inevitably fell asleep for the night. 

Outside, Schlatt sighed, bringing his hands up to his face, trying to rid himself of all of the…confusion and feelings he was currently having. He liked to live his life plain and simple–nothing with strings attached, really only ever relying on himself for anything he needed. Being alone was simple to him, he was able to get work done, live the life he needed to live, and he had the connections that were necessary to fulfill certain human needs, social and physical. Now, two years into this friends with benefits situation the two of you had created for yourself, he found himself stuck, these unfamiliar feelings occurring way too often recently, and he had noticed your change in demeanor, clearly wanting something more from the connection you were having. 

“I can’t keep fuckin’ doing this…” he grumbled to himself, resting his elbows on the railing below, looking up towards the sky. The last time he felt like this was when he met you in college, swallowing the feelings back then because he knew there was no way in fucking hell a person like you would like a guy like him. He was cocky, didn’t give two fucks what anyone thought about him, and, admittedly, didn’t take as much care of himself as he probably should’ve. He glanced down at himself, seeing the weight he had added on in an attempt to make himself less attractive to the people who were constantly thirsting over him online every day, shaking his head. Now that these feelings were bubbling back up about you, he began to feel the same way he did back then—trying to act self-assured, but really, deep down, he was insecure, thinking he wasn’t enough for you. He thought he heard the wooden floors inside the cabin creak, and in his attempt to not show any moment of weakness to you, he rolled his shoulders back, taking a deep breath before turning around. No one was there…he sighed. Shaking his head, he decided it would be best to head in for the night, maybe he could see if you were still up and apologize for the way he acted while you were star gazing. He really was an asshole at that moment, but it was completely unintentional. It was like his brain had shut off, unable to understand whether or not that statement was in a platonic way, or if you had meant more by it, and he was forced to go back to his factory settings of being a dickhead and pushing everyone away. He grumbled to himself, checking to make sure the fire would be plenty to keep you both warm for the night before heading up the stairs, looking for you. 

He walked into the room you had decided was his, first, seeing how you nicely placed his bag on his bed, having taken out his pajama shorts and a black t-shirt, knowing how he probably would’ve wanted to immediately change into something more comfortable when you came back from star gazing. He sighed, shaking his head. No matter how big of a dick he was towards you, you always showed him just how much you genuinely cared for him. He felt a pang of guilt surging through his body, knowing that you were probably still upset, sulking somewhere instead of enjoying one another’s company as was planned when you both first arrived. 

“Really do know how to fuck up a good thing, don’t I?” He whispered, leaving the room and heading to the one that he knew must’ve been yours. He saw a soft light seeping from under the door, thinking you were still awake he lightly tapped on the door.

“Toots? You still awake…?” He called out, tapping once more before deciding to open the door to peek in. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, hell, his face, tongue, hands, and cock have thoroughly explored every part of your body, but he still didn’t want to intrude in your personal space. Taking a peek in, he sighed in relief, noting that you were asleep, book in your hand with the bedside lamp on. He shook his head, chuckling to himself about your position before walking in. He gently took the book out of your hands, gently placing your bookmark in the place you were at, as he knew from prior experience you would be exponentially pissed off at him if he messed with where you left off in your book. He watched you gently, wanting to see if you were stirring at all before gently shifting you into a more comfortable position as he pulled a blanket up over your body. He placed the book on your bedside table, shutting off the light before leaving the room, staying as silent as possible as he closed the door and went into his own room. He began to change, placing his bag on the ground before climbing into bed himself. 

“Fuck me…” He groaned, tossing over to lay on his side, “fuck these stupid feelins…shit’s not worth it..” his mind continued to race, bouncing between his vow to himself to never let himself slip up and have feelings for anyone, and the way his heart began to beat out of his chest the moment he met eyes with you. He still felt he was right in his beliefs, that having feelings did, indeed, make situations tougher to deal with, but he started to feel a sensation in his gut that was telling him just to give it a chance. It was…it was almost like butterflies, swirling around in his stomach, causing him to groan. He swallowed, before closing his eyes, hoping that exhaustion would kick in and cause him to forget about all these funny feelings in the morning. 

Light began to enter your room through the sheer curtains, causing you to begin to wake yourself up. You glanced around, not recalling getting into bed like this, and began to panic as you realized you had no idea where your book was. You quickly sat up, throwing around your blanket before turning to the bedside table, sighing as you saw your book placed gently on top. Looking at the way the bookmark was angled, the cute cat’s head meekly popping out above the pages, you knew exactly who did it…Schlatt. You sighed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before deciding to slip on your slippers and head out of the room. The fire must’ve burned out in the night, as the coolness of the cabin nipped at your arms, causing you to reach for one of the hoodies you had packed, pulling it over your head before leaving. You listened once you left your room, trying to hear if Schlatt was already up or not, ultimately deciding to peek into his room. You saw him tucked in his covers, slightly curled up, sleeping away. You smiled to yourself, the yearning in your chest telling you to join him making you sigh. Silently, you wished you could join him, curling up beside him, rubbing his sides to wake him. After last night though, you weren’t sure where things were between the two of you, so you shut his door gently, heading downstairs to begin making some breakfast before inevitably waking him up to get the fire going again.

 

Schlatt laid on the bed, wide awake, his thoughts not allowing him to get a proper night's worth of sleep. He heard the door open, saw the light come in, and silently wished you would come over and join him, hoping to smooth things over with you and reestablish boundaries. He wasn’t sure what those new boundaries would be, but he was hoping it would provide him with reasons not to further develop any more feelings for you, as he was already wildly out of his element with the feelings he was having. He quickly became disappointed, seeing you leave without saying a word. Upon opening the door, he began to feel just how cold the cabin had turned, giving him a chill. He knew sooner or later he would need to go downstairs not only needing to restart the fire, but also needing to talk to you. Groaning, he stood up from bed with a slight stretch, changing into a hoodie and some sweatpants–his shorts were definitely not going to be warm enough this morning when there was no fire in the heater. He braced himself, knowing he needed to get his thoughts in order before facing you. Rolling his shoulders back, he quietly left the comfort of his room and headed down the stairs. 

You quietly hummed to yourself, making up some eggs as the coffee finished brewing in the pot. You turned around to grab two mugs, anticipating Schlatt to join you rather soon, knowing the cold would get to him eventually as it was getting to you. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs as your back was turned, your actions slowing so you didn’t have to turn and face him right away. 

“Mornin’ toots…lemme get that fire goin’ again.” He said quietly, slipping on his boots to check out the firewood.

“Mornin’, thanks.” You sweetly said, turning around to watch him slide his boots on and walk away, sighing. You began to make yours and his coffee, placing the mugs to the side as you then continued to being plating your breakfast. Grabbing his and your mugs, you shuffled into the living room, where Schlatt was loading firewood into the burner, beginning to kindle it with a firestarter. 

“I’ll make a mental note to tell Tucker the next time we see him that you used a fire starter in the heater.” You giggled, recalling Schlatt’s annoyance towards Tucker’s disdain over fire starters in a previous conversation, causing Schlatt to laugh before looking up at you. It was like the tension that hung heavily in the air between you had been lifted slightly, as you gestured his mug in your hand towards him. Taking the mug happily, he smiled, quickly thanking you before returning his attention back to the fire. 

“Sorry, didn’t feel like sittin’ here like a caveman while we’re freezing our asses off in here this morning.” He let out a light laugh, watching as the fire finally began to spread a little, the heat immediately doing wonders to the overall temperature of the cabin. You sighed, feeling a little more comfortable now that it was going, nodding my head in the direction of the kitchen. 

“C’mon, big guy. Made breakfast, just eggs and toast, though. I thought we packed bacon but apparently we never did.” You laughed, placing your mug down on the smaller two-seat table by the biggest bay window in the cabin before grabbing our plates, joining him there.

“What good is this when there’s no meat, toots?” He teased, shaking his head in your direction. 

“Hey! Don’t shoot the cook, made do with what the packer packed!” You teased back, knowing he was the one who put together a bag of food items for the two of you on our way out. He jokingly put his hands up in defense, causing both of you to laugh. The silence overtook quickly, as we both ate, avoiding the topic of last night all together. Silently, you wondered if there was any way we could just avoid the topic all together, go back to our lives the way they were, and somehow, some way, in some form get over your stupid crush on him all together. 

“So…sorry for bein’ such a dick last night.” He said, quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. You sighed, the inevitable has struck. Let’s see where this goes…

“Don’t sweat it. I shouldn’t’ve put you on the spot like that.” He sighed, shaking his head. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong…I just wasn’t expectin’ it. That’s all…” It was your turn to let out a sigh, now. You knew he wasn’t really ready to start moving in the direction you wanted things to move in, but you still continued to push that line. Now, it’s made things awkward, and you truly regretted your actions. 

“I slipped up. I meant it and all…but I know you. Should’ve warmed you up to the compliment before just shoving it your way…it’s my fault.” 

“Hey, now…never said I didn’t enjoy it. Just threw me for a loop. We were supposed to be lookin’ at the stars, not one another.” He joked, making you smile. 

“Alright, I’ll give you that one. But…I couldn’t really help myself…” Your voice trailed off as your bottom lip went between your teeth. His eyebrow raised, and you could tell that he was using all his power not to just act. 

“Oh, really? Why’s that, sweetheart?” 

“Mmm…you’re very tempting, that’s all…” He let out a low growl, and needless to say the conversation was paused at this point, as he took you upstairs. 

The rest of your cabin weekend went rather smoothly. After making up with one another, things went quickly, and before you knew it you were back at your shared New York apartment, back to the daily grind. Back to the same old life you lived before, working all day, making love once or twice before going to bed in your separate rooms. You were sick of this cycle, needing more since the moment you briefly shared in the cabin. 

Schlatt was a mess mentally since the cabin weekend getaway, still conflicted in what he was feeling. The newly identified butterflies in his stomach constantly making him feel ill on a daily basis. He couldn’t even simply look at you before starting to feel sick, but he tried his best to tough it out so you wouldn’t catch on to his slow yearning. He began working later, sleeping with you just enough to make you think that things were fine between you, needing and using any excuse to stay a safe distance away from you in hopes that his thoughts and feelings would subside. He opened one of his desk drawers, pulling out the paper contract the two of you had made all those years ago. Sighing, he saw both your signatures scrawled on the bottom, the line above it reading ‘absolutely no falling in love, whatsoever!’

Fuck, man… he thought to himself, we’ve really fucked this whole deal over, haven’t we?

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t heard you open the door to his office behind him, with the intention of asking him whether or not he was joining you for dinner, or if he was busy working again. Seeing the contract in his hand, your breath got stuck in your throat. 

“What…what are you looking at that, for?” Your voice was just above a whisper, still causing him to jump.

“Fuck…” He groaned, putting the paper down on his desk, not turning to look at you. You walked in, leaning on the corner of his desk, looking down at him. 

“No…no. Tell me. What are you looking at that for, Schlatt?” You said, crossing your arms. It was about time the two of you finally talked about it all, but you were terrified of things that this conversation could cause, in turn. His lack of eye contact with you spoke volumes, the silence laying on your shoulders like a thousand bricks. 

“I…fuck.” He began to explain, finally looking towards you, shaking his head, “I needed a reminder. To remember where we started off at.” His head fell into his hands, looking back up to you after a moment before pushing his hair back through his fingers. You raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical.

“A reminder, huh? Of what exactly?” 

“All of our agreed rules, what we expected from one another.” He sighed, trying his best to read your expression. 

“Why? Where is this coming from..?” You whispered, afraid he was catching on to just how badly you had caught feelings for him.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t know, it’s all confusing.” He hesitated in continuing, making you think he was hinting at your feelings for him. You sighed, shaking your head, realizing this might be the only moment you have to confess before he changes his mind. 

“Alright, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been…violating our contract. Might’ve developed some feelings…” He didn’t look at you as you confessed to him, lost in thought. 

“Earth to Jay..hello?” You started to get angry at his lack of response, “I understand you’re probably upset with me, but if we want this to work between us, we need to talk about it! Giving me the silent treatment and avoiding me isn’t going to do anything.” 

He was still rendered silent, your sudden confession catching him slightly off guard. Sure, he had his suspicions, but he didn’t expect you to just come out and say it. He started to feel that sick feeling making its way through his gut. You could barely make his face out, tears welling so strongly in your eyes. 

“Fuck you, dude…” You choked out, leaving him alone in his office. He groaned, realizing he had made this into a bigger issue than it needed to be because of his inability to formulate a response. Swallowing the bile making its way up his throat back down, he swiftly got out of his desk chair and followed after you. 

“(Y/N)...wait!” He said, seeing your bedroom door slam shut. He sighed, walking closer. He could hear you getting into your bed, light sobs coming from you. 

“(Y/N)...please. Open the door, we need to talk about this..”

“Should’ve thought about that earlier, asshole!” You croaked out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at your ceiling. How could he? How could he do that, and then expect you to want to calmly sit down and talk through it all? You shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought, let alone give him the pleasure of thinking of him at all. 

“Fuck, I know! I know, I know I should’ve. I should’ve been thinking about all this a hell of a lot sooner!” His voice grew angry, his head leaning on the door with a thud. You laid silently, letting the tears fall as he continued. 

“You can’t just hide in there forever, toots…” He said softly, pleading to be let in. You continued to lay, wanting him to get a taste of his own medicine for once in his life. 

He hated the feeling in his gut, but he was so conflicted. His heart was telling him to confess, get over this bump in the road, and move on, trying this whole “love” thing for the first time in a long time. His head, though, told him the logical move was ending it all and becoming a recluse, the only thing he could trust to satisfy his sexual needs no strings attached was his own left hand. 

“Please, princess. Open the door.” You felt numbed, unable to move, in disbelief that this was even happening. 

“Why, so you can tell me we need to end things? That I ruined a perfectly good thing by letting my stupid feelings get in the way? So that you can hang this over my head, as proof that nothing good ever comes from having feelings of any kind for someone?” You said, beginning to let yourself get angry as you neared the door, slowly opening it. You weren’t prepared for what you saw—a red-eyed, tear-stained Schlatt, hands in his pockets looking defeated. 

“Not your feelings that are stupid, toots… it's mine.” 

[sofiaruelle]

Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

random jason todd hcs bc i said so!! pt 1

ft. red hood, arkham knight, and robin jason pt 2

ak!jason is the type of guy who would workout in silence

would probably get tattoos if he could sit in one place for long enough. i don’t mean in a hyperactive way, more like a feeling like he can’t move does not sit well with homeboy

on that note probably hates sedatives or not being able to move freely aka bro will refuse surgery even on his death bed

like who gaf if he needs to get his tonsils removed yknow

ak!jason knows how to speak spanish because i cannot imagine him trying to start a militia without even being able to communicate with them

also bruce seems like the type of guy to force his kids to learn a lot of languages just in case it comes up

don't actually know if rh!jason would listen to mitski but if you made him read the lyrics he's going to be very quiet after that

would want to go to college or at least online classes at community college (remember this is the same guy who liked school, would probably be mad he never got to graduate high school what with the whole being dead thing)

also sorry something in my heart breaks at the idea of him being so proud of being the first person in his family to go to college

unfortunately i refuse to believe that rh!jason can’t cook

he hung out with alfred a lot, probably picked up a thing or two

also i think even if he didn’t know how to cook before dying, when he comes back he’ll pick it up eventually

not because he has a lot of free time as a crime lord, but because nobody else in the batfam can cook so he’d pick it up out of spite

also probably does not have social media, don’t think he would’ve had a phone growing up, was too busy being robin and i don’t think bruce would have exactly explained how instagram works to him

and then once he comes back, he’s busy, probably doesn’t even know what to post or who he personally knows who would follow him

maybe would get social media once he reconciles with the batfam and then opens it every once in a while to see what everybody’s up to

i feel like he would like reddit though. not in like the reddit mod type of way but like he just likes the drama on r/amitheasshole and r/relationshipadvice

imagine jason posting “aita for attempting to blow up my dad’s car for not avenging my death”

robin!jason is the type of kid who does not respect his elders at all and will bully them

but it hurts the most because you know he’s telling the truth and sometimes he’s not even trying to be mean

“why do you have no hair? are you balding?”

“wow you eat so much. no wonder you’re fat.”

also probably asks if you have games on your phone and will judge you

but also sweet and offer to help you do chores

i would charge $20 to babysit him because he’d be cute but also i would have therapy bills to pay

but at least he’s not picky with food and we can talk about books or something

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