#academic weapon!reader

[55sturn]

“hello, you’ve reached the voicemail of y/n l/n. please leave a message and i’ll get back to you.”

paring: loser!matt and academic weapon!reader

ib: @kiemiu

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friday, may 9th 2025, sent at 1:03 AM; duration: 1:02.

“hey fidget.”

he drags out the nickname as his drunken voice fills the call, his giggles following as chris makes a face at his brother. the two brother talk, their conversation illegible before matt remembers he’s on call,

“i know you’re sleepin’ but i’m out with chris at some fuckin’ bar right now, but i found a bunch of bottle caps and shit, and i think they’d be perfect for the typewriter i’m building. okay bye love you.”

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tuesday, may 13th 2025, sent at 9:17 PM; duration 2:26.

“y/n, i know you’re upset with me, i understand that, but did you really have to lock me out of the apartment? when chris took me to that party, i seriously didn’t know lainey was going to be there. i wouldn’t have gone if i knew.”

a thick silence fills the call, the only audible noises that follow are a watery hitch in matt’s breathing and the passing of cars in the distance. after a heavy pregnant pause passes, he sighs, struggling to compose himself.

“i know i fucked up by not telling you as soon as i got home, but nothing happened. i said maybe three words to her and they were “leave me alone.” i love you fidge, even when you’re mad at me. i’ll stay at chris’ until you’re ready to talk things out. just please don’t give up on us, okay?”

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friday, may 16th, sent at 8:25 AM; duration 0:16.

“i know you’re still upset with me, and i get that, but i miss you fidge….”

a soft sigh fills the silence of the voicemail, before his voice, quiet as ever picks back up.

“like a lot. please call me back soon.”

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wednesday, may 21st, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:36.

“hi fidget, i know you’re in class but i just wanted to say that i love you and i bought a case of redbull for you, it’s in the fridge. i’ll be at chris’ helpin’ fix somethin’ when you get home, but lunch is also in the fridge. have a good day!”

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friday, may 23rd, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:20.

“hey so i’m really fuckin’ high right now and i need you to come get me, okay bye i love you.”

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thursday, june 12th, sent at 2:37 AM, duration 4:57.

“hey y/n, i don’t know if you’ll get this or if you’ll even listen to it, but i just wanted to check in. i haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks. and to be honest, it’s fucking killing me. i know what i said about you smothering me wasn’t fair. i know everything i said that night wasn’t okay. i-“

a dejected sigh falls from matt’s lips as he stares at the ground, and the way he struggles to find the words makes everything seem real. and he hates that. more than anything

“i regret it all, fidge. i don’t know why i lashed out at you. i don’t know why i told chris that i needed to leave before i did something reckless. i don’t know why i felt the way i did. i’m not used to people loving me the way you have for nearly a year. i’m not used to someone wanting to stay. to them seeing the worst parts of me and loving them without a second thought.”

quiet, but still noticeable sniffles sound from the other end of the call, and matt goes to speak again but the words die in his throat as a soft cry rips through him.

“i know i don’t deserve another chance, but jesus christ fidget, you’re the only person i wanna come home to. i love you, and i know i need to do better. please call me back when you’re ready. if you’ll ever be ready again. i miss you, i’m sorry.”

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STAR’S CORNER my take on the voicemails trend that recently went around!

[zyafics]

PROOFS | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — Rafe x Academic Weapon!Female Reader

Summary — When you're at a party instead of finishing a math assignment due tomorrow, the answer suddenly comes to you and you need Rafe's help to finish it.

Word Count — 1.6k.

Content — established relationship, fluff, suggestive tone (implicit), and Rafe being a frat bro. Reader is an academic weapon and nicknamed "Ace" by Rafe's frat brothers.

Dedication — to @winterrrnight because of her comments on my initial post and dedicated to the anon who has to take the 3-hour test in a couple of days, i know ur gonna do great!

You should definitely be studying.

Instead, you're at a white lies party hosted by Rafe's fraternity. The Greek letters shining in white neon lights behind the DJ booth, which is blasting 2000s throwbacks.

The air is electrifying with a drunken buzz from the copious amounts of free alcohol from the kitchen. You were one of them. While you didn't have much, other than the red solo cup that Rafe got for you when you first arrived, it was enough to send a thrill through your system and loosen you up.

You're dancing with a random group of girl friends you found upon arrival, swaying your hips to the music with your head tilted back and a smile gleaming from your lips.

Rafe is watching you. Despite being with his frat brothers, off on the edge of the room and talking about the most random shit, his eyes always search for you from a distance. Making sure you're okay. Making sure no guy is messing with his girl.

When his gaze connects with yours, he tips his head to his direction, gesturing for you to come over. You, in your docile state from the singular beer, listen and pardon from your drunken pack of new friendships.

Rafe's arm wraps around your waist as you approach, dipping his head to deliver a greeting kiss. When you pull back, you’re a bit breathless.

"Hi, baby." He says through the loud volume of the party, the resonance of the speaker blasting the music is pumping through your body and matching your heart rate. "How's the party?"

You shrug. He knows you're still worried about your math assignment due tomorrow. It's the same paper you spent the past fourteen hours camped out in the library trying to solve. Rafe took one look at it and couldn't offer any assistance but neither was coping up in the study room till your brain is fried helping either. So, he invited you out, hoping some alcohol and music would relax you.

It works. Sort of. You are having fun, but the lingering reminder of your assignment sits in the back of your head. Edging your brain, trying to piece together the answers when you know it's there. It's a matter of time.

"Hey, Ace." One of Rafe's frat brothers, Lucas, greets. "How you been?"

You turn to him, blinking through a bit of your haze to recognize the face. "Could be better," you answer, grabbing the red solo from Rafe's hand and taking a sip for yourself. "Do you guys have anything other than beer?"

"Slow down," Lucas chuckles. "You barely attend any of our parties and you wanna start off on something hard?"

"I already drank the beer." You retort. "I gotta get something stronger. Make me forget about all my responsibilities for the night."

Rafe shakes his head, taking the cup back out of your hand and downing the rest. "You're gonna figure it out," he affirms, low enough for only you to hear, to calm your doubts and worries about getting the problem set done. "Just give yourself a break."

You frown but don't say anything else. Rafe returns into an easy conversation with the rest of his brothers, talking about an upcoming event or some random sorority girl one of them hooked up with, and you tune out. Your eyes glaze over to the dance floor in thoughts.

Your mind falls back to your mathematics. The problem flashes through your head, in perfect memory, as you recount the instructions. You consider what you were missing. Since you've been away from the assignment for the entire evening, your mind is clear from all the symbols and equations that were melting into the page.

Now, it comes fresh.

And suddenly, it all... clicks.

"Oh my god." You mutter to yourself. The shock reverberates to the rest of your body. "Oh my fucking god."

Rafe catches the end of your sentence and glances over to you. You don't look at him, pulling away from his grasp and making a direct beeline to the exit. You don't leave—no, you have no time to go back to your dorm and write this down—instead, you go to the front door where a couple of freshman brothers are acting as in-house bouncers for the party.

You tap their shoulders, and when they turn, grab the marker off the table. You don't bother to tell them, immediately uncapping and begin scribbling the problem onto your arm.

Just a few lines in, you realize it won't be enough space. The proof is too big.

Your mind is spinning. You can't go home. You won't have time before the answer flees your drunken brain. But you can't write it down. You don't have space.

Then, an idea crosses your mind.

You rush back to the dance floor, searching for Rafe. He remains at the same spot as he was last time, and when he sees you approach him, frantic and hurried, his brows pull together in concern.

"What's wrong—"

"Come on," you grab his hand and pull him away from his brothers. You don't bother apologizing for interrupting their conversations. Since you are well-acquainted with the house, you pull him to the back where you know there won't be many people.

You were right. Saved for a few drunken make-out sessions spread across the lounge, no one was there. You pull off to a quiet corner, mimicking the couples, and release your hold on him.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?" Rafe thinks he heard you wrong. You were always more conservative when it comes to sex—at least, the location—that the command seems like an auditory hallucination in his ears. "You wanna fuck?"

Normally, you would flush at such crude remarks, but you found none of that today. Too concentrated on saving your work on physical evidence, trying to remember your answers before they fade away.

He doesn't do it. He thinks you're joking.

Since he isn't complying, you start clawing at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him yourself.

He chuckles to himself. He thinks you're drunk and horny. A nice combo he has not seen from you so far. "Really, baby? Right here? I mean, I don't mind—"

"Shut up." You shush with a mumble and Rafe pushes your hands away, finally taking off his shirt for you. The white lie scribbled in his handwriting: I said I don't hate you, is thrown on his arm.

"Happy?"

You didn't even get the chance to admire him. The tone muscles. The perfect planes of his chest. Instead, you say, "turn around."

"New position?"

"Shut. Up!"

All he does is laugh, catching the attention of a couple of college students who pull away from amorous kisses to spare a glance in your direction. While there's a faint heat tinting your cheeks, from your boyfriend's words, you don't care. You were in a feverish state.

Rafe does what you say. He turns and you uncap the marker, starting at the edge of his shoulder blades and begin writing down your proof. Your assignment requires you to prove an equation for being true, utilizing implicit differentiation, trigonometry identities and partial derivatives. You've been stuck on it for the past three days.

Now, it's coming in waves. Of course you would shift it around. Of course you would have to cut the variables in half and move them to the other side. Of course you would forgo the x for the z, and vice versa. Of course, of course, of course.

Rafe feels the tip of the marker moving against his skin quickly, in rapid succession, trying to get everything down. At the rate you're going, you could be smearing the answers across his back instead of getting to your solution.

When you finish, your hand aching from how fast you were going, his entire back is covered in mathematical symbols and equations. Your eyes check through your proof, descending down until you get to his waist, and clears it's correct. "Done."

Rafe turns back around, raising a brow.

"What did you just write?"

You beam in pride. "I just finished my homework."

"On my back?"

You laugh, your lips pulled together in a genuine smile. Something he's glad you're showing off, after seeing how stressed you were with figuring out the puzzle. He’s proud of you. "I told you you'll get it. My brothers call you Ace for a reason."

You roll your eyes at the nickname. Since Rafe goes off and always brags about how smart you are—how you are the first one in your class to raise your hand, how you graduated valedictorian from your high school, and how you've been on the Dean's List for the past two consecutive years—his fraternity brothers has declared you a clear winner. An Ace, if you will.

Rafe glances down at you, at your white lie written across your short top, and licks his bottom lip.

"What?" You ask.

"I find it unfair you get to write shit on me but I can't do the same."

"What do you want to do? Sign my tits?"

He gives you a look that says that isn't a bad idea and you roll your eyes at your boyfriend. Of course.

You uncap the marker, handing it to him. He takes it, leaning forward and tugging down your white top to reveal your bra and begins scribbling his signature across your breasts. You giggle at the sensation.

When he finishes, you glance down to see he did sign it. Alongside with another message.

Not Rafe Cameron's Property.

"God, you're a caveman," you declare with a laugh, knowing this follows along with the white lie protocol.

"And you're mine."

He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He doesn't even bother to throw his shirt back on; displaying the intelligence of your scribbles on his back in full glory.

"Now, let's rejoin the party and celebrate."

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[nemesyaaa]

fake you out // academic loser!rafe x academic weapon!reader

summary ; dark academia au where you are at the top of the school, always getting the best grades and being in the good graces of your teachers, which leads you to gain privileges and power over the academy. and on your opposite side, there is rafe cameron. certified boring loser and pathetic asshole, who is fed up with this stupid system, and always feels the need to make you work harder.

warnings : no kooks/pogues. toxic unbalanced school system. hierarchy. threat. academic pressure/failure. suggestive content but no smut. dark academia aesthetic and classic rules/education. teacher's pet nickname. mentions and threatening of murders. intimidation. slight mention of stalking. be aware of the warnings before reading.

author's note : i will add later, im too lazy.

“ God, you're such a loser, Rafe. ” You muttered under your breath, as you gave him his exam results. “ I would sincerely love to praise you but it's not like you can do anything better. ”

“ F ? You underestimate me ” He replied with a noisy chuckle. “ I can do far worse. ”

“ You like being the last student ? ”

“ I'm fine with your smart ass being above me. ”

The Kildare Academy has always been a prestigious school, well known for having the best students over the island. They had strict rules, and favored a classical and elitist education system, a return to the old one to make this generation full of young prodigies. And you were one of the brightest students in the academy, outshining your classmates and earning a position above the rest. You proudly held the title of leader.

In this establishment, the leaders are considered the dominant ones, those who govern, this means your classmates had no choice but to follow the rules of the ‘ regime ‘ - a system enforced by you and the other two leaders.

As the status indicates, you were one of those who embodied the law, and who enforced it.

These privileges reinforced the school’s strict hierarchy, fostering both inequality and resentment.

You wore the academy uniform, a perfectly ironed white shirt with a pleated skirt that was maybe even a little too short. But you were the mistress of the rules, the head of this unfair system so no one dared to reproach you, not even the teachers who always ensured the good behavior of each of the students.

If you were among the best, it was because you worked hard. It wasn't desire that pushed you to study so much, to stay so late in the library with those endless and quiet shelves of books in the dark silence of the room and the almost discreet murmurs of your classmates, but pressure and fear. You had no right to make mistakes, no dare to be a failure . You were your parents' trophy, the child forced to shine and be perfect to be loved. Without your academic results, you felt like you were worthless to your parents, so it was for this reason, this ridiculous justification that you fought as much as the others, that you refused any level of competition by being the biggest and the best.

It was surely one of the main reasons why you hated RAFE CAMERON so much. You didn't even understand how teachers could be so kind with him when he didn't do anything in class except being an asshole or a troublemaker. He didn't care about being tagged as an academic loser, never beating the lazy ass allegations. always sleeping, making a mess or missing classes. certified cheater, not an A+ mindset, always getting the worst grades, collecting F- like rewards.

He mocked classes but especially he took down every one of your rules. you were everything he hated with your perfect grades, your impeccable know-how and your exemplary behavior. you looked so fake with your smile, and your superior girl ways.

Also, you were his favorite classmate to bully. because you were such an easy target with your exemplary attitude, perfect manners, but also your good girl behavior, always laying your hand up to answer the teacher, asking for homeworks and some insane bullshit.

“ Think you're gonna have a treat for being such a good pet ? ” he mocked you with a soft tone. he was sitting behind you, so his voice just brushed your ears.

“ Think you can be quiet for a damn minute or should i buy you a sweet muzzle to get your mouth shut ? "

He loved calling you a good girl for this sweet puppy attitude of yours, but his favorite nickname for you was teacher’s pet because you've always been so eager to please your professors. But it was always full of annoying sarcasm and dark humor. He especially made fun of your attraction to perfection and discipline.

“Keep staring at me like that and you're gonna be late for school, teacher's pet. ” He commented while you were on your way to classes.

“ Don't take your dreams for reality. I'd rather have my eyes gouged out than have to look at you. ”

"I already have a nice knife in my pocket. How about we make this happen right now since it is your dear fantasy ?”

"Get out of my way, Rafe."

He had smiled at your annoyance, knowing full well that he was blocking your path. He had cut you off with an amused laugh.

"Asked like that? I think you're going to have to be nicer than that if you want to get anything from me. Where are your manners, teacher's pet? "

You had swatted away his hand that had come to grip your chin, putting some distance between the two of you.

"There's nothing you can teach me, Rafe. You know damn well I'm better than you."

"Daddy issues so hard that you're so eager to be called a good girl by some stupid teachers? Tsk, pathetic."

"Mommy issues are so hard that you're so eager to do anything to have my precious attention. Fine, I got it. You had it. Now, can I go to class?”

“ Should fix that skirt before. Isn't it a little too short for a girl whose acting is so prudish and decent ? ” he suggested before clicking his tongue on the tip of his lower lip.

“Aren’t your cheeks too pale, Cameron? Want me to make it blush a little ? ”

“ For someone who hates me, you're very eager to touch me. How do they call it already ? ” His head leaned toward you, before answering his own question with a proud face. “ Opposites attract. But you already know it, smarty pants. That big brain of yours knows everything. ”

And you hated those stupid jokes, but especially that nonchalance. He always had his hands in the pockets of his tweed pants, and his tie completely loosened if not untied. And he didn’t even bother to button the pants of his shirt.

“ Don’t keep yourself frustrated with that look, sweetheart. You're allowed to touch me. ”

You had looked up to catch the arrogant smile on his face. It was fake and indifferent. He was playing with you as he knew so well how to do, knowing perfectly well how much he was getting on your nerves. His blue eyes were shining with a bright flame like a spark crossing his pupils .

“Why can’t you be a good student like everyone else and follow the rules?”

He laughed noisily, stepping more firmly toward you, forcing you to step back until your body had hit the wall behind you. You swore as your books fell to the ground, and when you wanted to pick them up, he had crushed his foot on your pile of books.

“That’s not a good student you want, miss teacher’s pet.”

You were about to answer but he had cut you off. “You want me to be a good dog, to be able to stay on a leash and do what you want with me. But you see... obeying others, barking when asked, nodding... that’s more of a pathetic thing for a sweet pet like you.”

Ouch, that kinda hurts. Your eyebrows had furrowed but you knew that somewhere, he was right. You may have been one of the leaders, but you were the teachers' pet for a reason. You never stood up to them. It was easier for you to pick on your classmates.

"Now." He had started sharply. "Kneel those pretty legs."

"I'm not gonna play your sick games."

"I mean, kneel to take your books back." He mocked you. "What were you thinking?"

"You're so infuriating."

"I know. That's why you're gonna have to work harder if you want me to follow your rules. ”

On another day, when you got up earlier than the others to take your shower because you wanted to be sure to be quiet since everyone was asleep, you headed to the showers reserved for girls. Since there was no one in the hallways, you could afford to walk around in your underwear, plus access was reserved for women so no boys around.

Well... that's what you thought before seeing Rafe and a few other friends' faces in front of the shower door.

When he saw you, he turned his chair back, while sitting down, his legs stretched out on each side in your direction, his arms resting on the edge of the chair. His smirk was too bright, too fake and calculated.

"You're not allowed to be here, Rafe. " You warned in a cold and threatening tone. “ And you know it. ”

“ Do you hear that guys? Teacher's pet told us we couldn't be here...”

“ I just want to shower, Rafe. Don't start a fight. ”

“ And yesterday, I just wanted to go to class but you stopped me because according to you, my uniform was badly worn so that gave you the right to refuse me in class. Some kind of your favorite bullshit, isn't it ? ”

“ Oh, so you want revenge just because you're angry? You know that makes you an even more pathetic person to me ! If you wanted to scare me or impress me, you failed. ”

“You may be a leader with the teachers but here, there is no one, which means that I can do absolutely anything I want to you... And by absolutely anything I want, I can do terrible things...” He had stood up to walk towards you.

There was nothing reassuring in his walk. His shadow was imposing in the darkness as much as his huge size. You were in a totally weak position and you swallowed hard.

“And you know, I'm not really the kind of guy who is good at doing ‘kind things' but believe me... when it comes to doing terrible things, I am much better than you.”

“Are you thinking of something in particular, Rafe?” A black man had answered in the back of the room.

“I can have you fired if you come near me.”

He chuckled before running a hand around his mouth. “You’re unbelievable. Do you really think you’re that untouchable, y/n? Do you know who I am, what family I come from? If there’s anyone untouchable here, it’s me and only me. I could kill you right now.”

You laughed, glaring at him before approaching the tall guy while using the same alarming tone. “You think I’m afraid of you, Rafe cameron? Do you really think you can kill someone? Then, do it. Show me. Don't make me wait with such useless suspens. ”

“Oh sweetheart, this isn’t fun if you want to be prey.” He cut you off with a mischievous look.

“You’re sick.”

“Shut your damn mouth. Don't forget what you're pathetically standing for right here in front of us. I think you're going to have to be a lot nicer, and especially cooperative with us if you want to come by."

"How could you have known that I was going to take my shower right away?"

"I'm disappointed. You're so busy that you don't even notice how much I'm watching you. It's crazy all the things I know about you by looking at you so closely. Starting with the things you like....like that black coffee from the coffee shop, that book that you mark with post-its of all your favorite passages, that boy that you spend your time looking at but who doesn't see you...or we can talk about the things you like to do...in your room...for a girl who claims to be clean, you're dirty, teacher's pet..."

Your jaw was tense. He was going too far. Constantly.

"You're going too far."

He shushed you quickly. “Too far? Come on, I haven't even started yet.”

“I'll report you.”

“Here's the thing, teacher's pet. You should have paid more attention to what I was saying, I've been watching you. Not for a week, but since you were elected leader. So, you can report me but I also have things against you including one thing that wouldn't be good for your reputation. It's about a test..."

And you knew what he was talking about. And you hated the fact that you knew what he was talking about. You caught on quickly and your lips started to tremble, your heart beat to a rapid pulsation, and your skin quivered slightly. It was exactly the same fear you felt when you had to tell your parents about a bad grade. It was nerve-wracking and unsettling.

“Now, I'm gonna smoke. Just a little. And you're gonna watch it and shut your mouth.”

“You're not gonna make her smoke?” Said one of his boys.

“No, I want her to be an accomplice to a school infraction…”

“ You think it's a punishment ? I'm just watching you getting closer to death. ”

But you weren't really there anymore. All you could think about was what Rafe had just told you. You didn't feel good.

You had your eyes glued to him. He had the cigarette in his mouth. He had just lit it, the smoke coming out of his face, blowing quietly around his mouth.

His blue gaze was also on you. He knew that he had beaten you at your own game and that now you wouldn't dare say anything.

You were convinced that what you had done was your secret but it was also his.

It was pure humiliation. And even if you had been able to take a shower at the end, you were unable to stay calm. It was a gratuitous provocation. In the end, all he knew how to do well in this academy.

He was strangely quiet, taking an annoying time to finish his cigarette, knowing that it would obviously get on your nerves.

Frustrated, you had decided to do something you never usually did. Research a student. Rafe. You needed evidence against him, a means of intimidation to turn the situation around. You had to stop him before his little rebellion went too far, and your status faltered. There had to be something to find on someone like him. He was not a nice guy.

After the courses, you had passed the ivy-covered stone walls into the dark corridors of the academy. You had gone to the library that you knew by heart before disappearing into the school archives. All Kildare cases within this establishment were filed inside.

There were a lot. Harassment, theft, violence and fighting, but what had struck you most was the word disappearance. The disappearance of a student.

It was curious. Because no one had ever talked about that here.

You had closed the book with a sharp snap. Just out of curiosity, you had gone to ask the students around you.

“Hey, do you know anything about this girl who disappeared?” you had asked a student.

She had barely looked at you. You didn’t know if she was avoiding you or the question. You had also asked a group of people but once again, no one had answered you. Okay, you could understand that the subject was taboo but from there to not looking you in the eye, leaving and even disappearing, it was clearly exaggerated.

And the last person you wanted to see or question about it had come towards you as you were heading towards class.

"You're not going to ask me what I know? I could help you with your little investigation."

"Oh yes, I'm sure you know something."

He had frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Oh I don't know, you really have the perfect profile of someone who could make a body disappear and act in the most normal way even with blood on your hands. But even if you were the culprit, you wouldn't tell me. It would be too easy."

"What makes you think it would please me to make a poor girl's body disappear?"

"Innocent." You had corrected dryly. "That's good to point out. You have the profile of a guy capable of making the body of an innocent girl disappear."

"What makes you say that, teacher's pet?" He laughed. But that was also hugely fake. "The fact that I threatened you earlier? Let's be serious."

"No, Rafe, it's not your threats."

"So what is it? Just because I'm not the good dog you want me to be?"

You had laughed sarcastically. "Oh but think again, Rafe. You are one of my dogs. I just need to train you properly, and soon you'll be barking my name every time you see me.”

Finally, you had a bit of an answer for him, and he liked it. “Red.”

“Red?” You repeated, puzzled as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“For the color of the leash. But also for your safeword. you know, I tend to bite really hard, teacher’s pet.”

He was so annoying. Even more so when he played along with you. You rolled your eyes. He stared at your lips for a bit, the ice fierce of his blue gaze trailing down the curve of your mouth.

“ Stop staring. ” You warned.

“ So should i kiss ? ”

“ Try it and you're gonna have a free ticket for the infirmary for the rest of the week. ”

The thrilling sound of the academy bell rang to signal that classes were about to start again.

“Your uniform.” You commented. “Put it on properly if you want to go to class. At least tie it.”

“Do it if you care that much about my presence in class.” He scoffed.

“I’ll rather strangle you with that tie.”

“Sounds more like a kink than a threat. You really want to kill me, don’t you?”

“About that...”

You approached cautiously, lifting yourself up on the tips of your loafers until you could feel his breath on your neck, before making his tie. You were so close that Rafe wanted to tear his hands off because the temptation to wrap them around your waist was growing harder. Instead, he’d let your fingers slide around his tie, your mouth so close to his that every breath you took was a caress on his. He hung on your lips, waiting for a word to come, rather than a tempting breath. It was hard.

Hard to play your game when you were too close.

“I’m sure it’s your fault. People avoid me when I talk about that girl, so someone’s pressuring them not to say anything. And you’ve always made sure to tell me how untouchable you are, Rafe Cameron.”

You finished tying the knot, moving on to the buttons of his shirt, knowing full well the effects of this proximity on him. That was why you took your time, so he could feel every touch of your fingers on his body.

"But untouchable doesn't mean unbeatable. It means you can fall, and believe me, not only would I witness your fall, I would have participated in it. You're not a king child, Rafe Cameron. And you and I both know it."

He swallowed hard, very hard.

He grabbed your hand, stopping you from doing the last button.

"Enough."

"What?" "

He leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the quiver of his breath against your earlobe. Now that he was in a position of strength against your small size, he was no longer destabilized. “Be careful because I already have an advantage over you.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“I can see you shaking.”

“That’s because you’re too close to me.”

“It’s the perfect proximity to make you the next body to disappear, teacher's pet.”

You never swallowed so hard in your life after his sentence.

[nialovessatoru]

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academic rival! gojo satoru who was mesmerised from the first time he saw you and grew even more infatuated with you as he realized how smart you were.

you didn’t engage much with other people, didn’t care for gossip or drama, never laughed at his jokes in class

only once, you called him a “pretentious mess” under your breath. you didn’t even stick around to see him splutter.

and god, he was obsessed.

he very quickly and harshly had to face how one-sided his infatuation was.

it was a stupid attempt at flirtation, something he didn’t spend too much thought on, because if he did, he would’ve overthought it and never said it.

on second thought, maybe that would’ve been better.

he leaned against the door of the classroom as you were about to leave, with a stupidly cocky grin that concealed his nerves effortlessly as he said something like,

“you know, it’s kind of hot when you get all snarky while explaining”

you blinked.

and blinked again.

then let out a harsh scoff.

“don’t you have somewhere to be, gojo?”

then you brushed past him without a second glance.

from your perspective, it cemented what you already assumed; gojo satoru was a cocky, smug asshole who only talked to you to get under your skin.

so that’s what you let yourself believe.

you became more competitive, tried to get better grades than him on everything and got infuriated when that resulted in the both of you becoming top of the class, equal in academic achievements.

at first, gojo didn’t understand why you always seemed so agitated when he scored better than you. he studied hard to impress you.

but you weren’t.

he entertained the rivalry regardless, seeing it as a game, something to bring you two closer in its own way.

when it finally clicked and he realized that you must’ve taken it as him seriously trying to defeat you, he decided to try again.

he approached you when you were sitting alone in the cafeteria, asked if you wanted to get coffee, real soft, real genuine.

and you just stared at him.

“what?”, he’d chuckled, awkwardly. “coffee. with me. it’s not poisoned, promise.”

your eyes narrowed at him, tone sarcastic.

“oh wow, you must really have too much time. and a great sense of humor too.”

he stilled.

“…what?”

“look, if this is some weird prank or pity thing, save it.”

and you grabbed your bag and walked away. again.

and for a moment, gojo just stood there, stunned.

he didn’t realize you thought he was that much of an asshole. that you took his efforts and the rivalry he assumed to be a friendly competition so negatively.

he didn’t know how to tell you he thought of you more than he should.

that he noticed the way you clicked your pen and poked out your lower lip whenever you were thinking.

the way your handwriting would get messier and slanted more towards the left, when you suddenly came up with something.

that the day you won against him in the debate and that the hint of pride you showed when you countered his claims never left his head.

something in his chest ached at being rejected this way but it ached even more at the realisation that you truly disliked him.

and okay, maybe he deserved your cold shoulder because he was entirely too cocky that one day and made a comment that clearly struck you the wrong way, which he never tried to fix.

but he will from now on.

god, he will.

he swears he’ll show you his true self. not your rival. not the popular prick who charmed girls left and right.

but the satoru whose heart felt like it was struck by cupids arrow from the first time he observed you from his desk on the other side in class.

he’d try.

try hard to make you see him for real.

because he needed you to know that side of him that wanted nothing more than your recognition.

the side of him that had fallen so hopelessly and deeply in love with you.

a/n: my fingers are itching to write a full fic about this because oh my god, i need him bad.

[cute-sucker]

three mistakes

words: 880 tags: kook!pope x reader note: thank you @princessbrunette for reading the draft !! love u <3

when pope first met you he didn't think much.

after all he was the smartest kid in the grade, so of course you were insignificant. you may have been a scholarship kid, a nice one at that. that was your number one mistake, and there were three that you committed that first week you arrived at kook academy.

two. you were a little too sweet on him, he thought because you always smiled brightly at him, and wore those cute little skirts. last week you had given him a brownie that you said you, "made." but then you dropped the napkin and leaned down to get it for him it was the school uniform, but you sure knew how to lay it sweet.

so what? you were pretty, but pope didn't fall for that sort of thing. nah, he had seen enough pretty bimbos, and after you were new. you couldn't change anything.

three. that was until science class. it was one of his easier subject but then again what subject was hard for him? and then he was laughing to his friends, the desk pushed back, and a smirk on his face. you were sitting in front of him, head bowed down and deep in thought. you were still thinking even after the teacher had left for a few minutes.

he had a sudden thought, just a small comment might tip you off. he'd experienced this with other girls. they liked it to argue, or teasingly fight, and you were there in front of him, just waiting to be messed with.

but what to say to you? pope had to be sly with these comments, just something to make your cheeks go red without causing your smile to wilt. it was art what pope could do with his sweet mouth, and pretty soft eyes. some said that his dick was the size of his ego, and some put it a little nicer — that he was charming. but that didn't matter because when he looked at you he knew he had to say something sweet but scandalous enough to cause you to giggle. he would never admit this—but he wanted to hear your laugh.

suddenly he remembered the butterfly necklace you always had on. it was silver, and so shiny on you. he swore that there was some sort of school regulation about jelewy, but you had managed to pass by with that cute necklace. it was little dangly thing that lay before your chest. it had dainty wings, and glittery in the sun. it reminded him of you.

"y'know i always thought butterflies were like cockroaches with wings. ugly you know?" pope muttered to his friend. but he couldn't help but gesture at you in a sly moment, and his friends got it. they sniggered, and pope knew in another life he would ditch the bastards for how stupid they were. antoni was the smartest of the bunch.

it was almost as if that piqued your interest. you turned around, doe eyes wide almost as if you were shocked and taken aback.

"i think butterflies are beautiful," you whispered outraged, tightly holding onto your necklace. pope could barely keep in his laughter at your dumbstruck expression. he leaned in to take a full look at your face before looking back at his friends with a mock surprised face.

"yea' you think?" he whispered crudely. "can a dumb little bunny like you think?"

suddenly, you seemed to coil in, biting your lip, hot tears welting up in your eyes. he could see the way your hands shook beneath the desk as you furiously turned around to face him. "butterflies can see ultraviolet colors that are invisible to the human eye," you cried out.

pope found him stopping in his tracks because he swore there were tears in your eyes when you whispered out the fact. yet, he couldn't find himself to care, somehow he found himself enjoying the look on your face. almost wonderstruck, he found himself taking in your pretty face.

what he wanted to say to you was, "so what?" but he found grinning at you like you were a child.

his friends were laughing behind his back, and but he could feel the stinging sensation that what you had said had mattered a lot more than the stupid conversations that he had.

and somewhere in the middle of this, you were glaring at him, and then sniffed before turning away from him.

but he shrugged it off. what could you do anyways? huh? cry to your parents about how pope heyward couldn't take you seriously. for all you knew, if your parents did complain, the dean of kook academy probably shrug you off because pope heyward was an asset to their school. but there was something inside of him, something soft and nice said that knew he should say sorry, yet when the bell rung he watched you leave the room in a rush only leaving him with a dirty glare.

so he forgot about it. you were just another dirt poor scholorship kid? the last one had to leave because they couldn't take the academics. funny. maybe the same would happen to you.

⊹˚. ♡

you ran home crying, mascara running down your face, as you pulled your tiny skirt down. you had tried to be nice, you had tried to kind and most of all you had tried your best to be friends with everyone. goddamn it you had even given heyward a brownie! he clearly didn't like you.

what was it? what was so wrong with you that he felt the need to be mean to you? all you had done was tried. you had always tried, as your head felt empty and studied till your hands were sore from highlighting and your eyes felt bleary from scanning pages. until it all paid off and you were off to kook academy.

your cousin kiara had told you to wear your butterfly charm, and the two of you made brownies. she had yelled bye to you that first day, and now you sat next to her crying your eyes out.

"what went wrong?" she asked you quietly, as you burrowed your head into your pillow. you groaned, and shook your head furiously.

"don't wanna talk about it," you whispered looking up at her. she looked at you sternly, and you finally let out a soft sigh, "it's pope heyward," at this she rolled her eyes, tilting her head as she thought of a plan. you hoped that somehow she would find an answer - a solution to your problem

"i think you should get back at heyward. be smarter than him. that's how assholes like him work. they have crazy big egos but that's all he has. he looks wimpy to me," she scoffed looking at the previous yearbook where you had furiously crossed out pope's face.

"yeah right," you huffed at her, crossing your arms as your eyebrows were knit together. "he's ten times smarter than me."

"no, i think your underestimating yourself. just wait and see, and don't you dare lose the butterfly charm."

so you listened to her, and the next day you had little pink bows with butterfly imprints. in fact you strutted up to pope and gave him a dirty look, and you saw the way his eyes got wide before he opted for his all-knowing smirk.

"looking like a really pretty bunny. did you wear those bows for me?" he snickered, nudging his friends when he said that. you gritted your teeth and just walked the other way.

you were going to beat him. you knew you were going to. today the class was getting their results back for the major english assignments. you were hoping to get something high enough to throw in his face, and you knew you would relish the look on his face.

"class, we'll be handing out test scores now for the written passage. ," your teacher droned before stopping before your test and handing you yours with a smile. you felt happiness bloom in your heart-it had to be good right?

quickly you turned it around, and looked at the circled number. 100, a pristine number that was circled along with a "distinct voice." you felt yourself beaming, until you felt a tap on your back. it was heyward, yet he looked uneasy. he was glancing at your hidden paper.

"what did you get?"

of course he'd want to know. he'd want to know what you got so he could average it himself. after all this was your first test of the year, and he was checking if you really were the scholarship kid that could get the best grades. you found yourself smiling secretly, biting your lip.

finally he gave you a pointed look, "do i need to clarify? what did you get on your test?" he asked exasperated.

you bit your lip from beaming too hard, and shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "full marks, i guess."

"what does that mean?" he grinned, "is that a 60% for you? would make sense, bunny," he muttered, his brown eyes glinting with humour. now you would have been sadder, but instead there was a venomous bite to your speech.

"do i need to clarify? it's a hundred percent."

he shut up, glaring at you, "you're lying."

"yeah, what did you get?" you bit back.

he shook his head, "none of your business."

so that was it. you let it go and turned away looking pleased. the last went by easier, and the golden hundred was still shining in the paper. it was a triumph. a win that pope heyward understood.

it was here that pope realised that he had made one mistake.

he had underestimated you.

[adoremattsturns]

Creep - M.S.

summary: loser!matt thinks academicweapon!reader is too good for him but she tells him otherwise.

tw: slightly crying, fluff, words of praise.

not proofread!!

6:45 pm

matts day has been overall terrible. he woke up with a headache, nick and chris kept annoying him, his anxiety has been high and he was constantly overthinking.

you, were preparing for finals, taking notes, and also tutoring other students the entire day. matt had been on your mind for parts of it but you assumed he was fine since he hadn’t messaged or called.

you were now in your dorm that you thankfully don’t have to share with anyone. you received missed calls and messages from matt.

Missed Call: Matt 🤓

Missed Call: Matt 🤓

4) Message: Matt 🤓

Matt: hi 🙂

Matt: can you come over?

Matt: helloooooooo

Matt: did i do something? im sorry.

you read all this messages, he over-thank a lot. you replied back

You: hiiiii

You: sorry i was busy the whooole day. i can come over yeah. is everything okay?

he left you on read but you didn’t mind since it was a habit he had. you drove to his house and parked in the driveway, knocking on the door.

when matt opened it he looked tired. bags under his eyes, messy hair, and unshaved face. just how you liked him, looks wise.

he smiled at you when you walked in before feeling a sort of dread in his stomach. what was a girl like you doing with a weirdo like him?

you could see it in his face that something was wrong but didn’t question it for now. he brought you to his room.

“i- i missed you” he said which made you smile. “i missed you too. any reason you invited me over besides that?” “nope.” he lied, he wanted to tell you how he felt but he was too scared to say.

you walked into the room, dark with the only light source being his computer screen and a rootbeer can next to his keyboard

you both laid in his bed just cuddling. your head in the crook of his neck, he seemed stiff. “you wanna talk about it?” you mumbled kissing his jaw.

“i don’t- i just don’t know” he sighed, looking at you with glassy eyes “you’re just…. you shouldn’t be with me”

what.

you would have NEVER thought those words would come out of matts mouth. you loved him so much how could he say that??

“matt what- why?!” you elevated your voice “you- you’re breaking up with me?” you said lower. “no. im just saying that you shouldn’t be with me. you’re too good.”

good. a word that has been thrown around since you’ve met. “matt. you are a great kid, if anything you’re too good for me! you treat me right, care for me, and love me just as much as i love you.” matt didn’t reply.

lost in thought, he stared at you. taking in what you said and how you said it. “really?” he mumbled, staring at your face. “yes really matt! i love you so much and i don’t know what i would ever do without you.” you said softly as matt went and gave you a hug, his tears dampening your shirt.

“i love you- so much. too much” he breathed, trying to keep his voice calm since he was crying. “i love you more.” you kissed his cheek. his cheeks changed into a soft pink, nice color that went with his skin tone.

over the course of a few days you and matt have been working together on expressing each other’s feelings with one another. you obviously being a psychology major, were able to teach and lead matt on how he could really improve.

you both sat at the dinner table in your dorm, talking about school, work, etc. “y’know, i am really grateful that you are my girlfriend. i’m not sure what i would do without you.” he chuckled, taking another bite of his meal.

“im very grateful for you too matt. you really help me be an actual interesting person.” “are you kidding? you’ve always been interesting! its why i fell in love with you.” you chuckled and shook your head “yeah, if interesting is rather doing homework than going to a party sure. then i am very interesting.”

“yeah because that is whats interesting about you. the coolest thing about you.” he said sarcastically.

after dinner you both laid in bed, giggling and staring at each other like you were at a sleepover. “i love you matt.” “love you more, sweetheart.”

you both ended up falling asleep, intertwined with each other and the blankets. you knew that no matter what, matt would always be the best choice for you.

hi hi hiii!!! sorry if this is cheeks its been in the drafts for like 2 months now 💔 i hope you enjoy it!!

taglist:

@luvvnai @lezleeferguson-120 @sheluvsthesturniolos

[jinatmidnight]

Propaganda I'm falling for right now:

that I can manage to be an academic weapon, have a part-time job, hit the gym 5x a week, and still manage to write at least one fanfic per day...

[certifiedbandicootplaya]

In the car finding resources for my physics thesis with the Ellie Williams Jealously audio on. THE GRIND DONT STOP! I MAY BE A WHORE BUT IM AN ACADEMIC WHORE!!!!!

[55sturn]

loser!chris bought mean girl!reader a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies because they’re both her favourites while taking her around to various pet shelters because she loves animals and enjoys spending time at pet shelters and loser!matt made academic weapon!reader a book bouquet with pages from her favourite books [ he didn’t rip them out or destroy copies of them ] and fake ghost orchids for valentine’s day!

[zyafics]

HEADSPACE | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — Rafe x Academic Weapon!Female Reader

Summary — When Rafe hasn't seen you in twenty-four hours, he comes over to his house to check up on you.

Word Count — 1.0k.

Content — fluff, suggestive tone, Rafe trying to be a good boyfriend and math.

Dedication — inspired by this post by @winterrrnight (definitely check out her stuff! also, she moved to @starkeyvhs)

Zya's Notes — was this purely self-indulgent? maybe. but it was a good writing break for me before i get back to linear algebra myself.

"What are you doing here?" You accuse, opening your bedroom door to discover your boyfriend standing behind it.

"I'm here to see you." Rafe says, taking in your appearance. You're wearing a borrowed tee of his, the name of his fraternity plastered in Greek letters, with shorts that's barely seen under the long material. "I've been texting you all day."

"You have?" You ask, your voice softening from the sharp undertone of your accusation. You're just so tired. "My phone's been on DND."

"Why?" He lets out a dry chuckle. He doesn't like the fact that you’ve been ignoring him. "You fuckin' someone?"

That earns him a scowl and Rafe knows he messed up when you pull on the doorknob, closing the limited space that allows him to see and enter your bedroom. "I'm not in the mood, Rafe. How'd you get in?"

He swallows hard. "Your mom let me in."

"She's home?" Your brows furrow together. You've lost track of time. You've been so busy that you didn't even hear your parents coming back from work. "Shit, what time is it?"

You abandon your post at the entryway and search for your phone in the messy covers of your bed. When you check the time, your heart drops. It's nearing midnight.

Rafe quietly slips into your room with his hands in his pockets and searches the place. He admits the first signs he looked for was the presence of another man. That you, in the twenty-four hours since he last saw you, have decided that he wasn't enough and that you found someone else. Instead, what he uncovers is your textbooks sprawled all over the floor, crinkled up sheets of papers surrounding your trashcan and your laptop and tablet propped on your desk with mathematical symbols and equations on the screen.

You weren't out finding his replacement. You were studying.

Your heart is racing, trying to figure out what to do next. You didn't even realize Rafe slipped to your side till his hand catches your wrist and pulls your attention away from your darkened phone screen.

"Hey." Rafe whispers, noticing the panic on your features. "Have you been studying all day? When was the last time you ate?"

Momentarily drawn away from your thoughts, you search your brain for an answer only to recall a distant memory of some yogurt and granola. 

"I don't know." You admit. Your chest tightening at the look of concern that flashes across his face. "I can't think about that right now."

"You can't think about food?" He repeats, incredulous. "You're the one who's always trying to get me to try new places."

He was trying to make you laugh, relax, but all it does is set your lips into a flat line. He really is not living up to the role of good boyfriend right now.

"I have a huge exam coming up in two days and I still don't understand a single concept. And it's midnight." You explain, your breathing growing more rapidly as the realization dawns on you. "I shouldn't have gone out with you yesterday, I knew that, but I went when I should’ve stayed in—"

"Hey, hey." He shushes you, his hands sliding up to your shoulders. He knows you're about to descend into a spiral right now. He can't let it happen. "Look at me."

You do.

"It's going to be okay. You're a smart girl, you're going to figure it out."

You shake your head, not believing him, to the point that you're pushing away from his touch, reeling back as if you don't deserve his comfort. "No, Rafe, it's not. It's worth 20% of my grade and I can't recall a single thing. I've been studying all day and I feel like I'm about to go insane because I don't get it. I have never not gotten something this bad before."

You can't stop the tears from welling in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling. First and foremost, you can't believe you're crying over math right now but the emotions are too strong to ignore—you feel like you're about to combust.

"Baby." Rafe begins softly, taking a step forward and pulling you back in. You try to resist but his grip is too strong and you like being in his embrace. Even if you don't deserve it. "Take a breath. Come on, let's take a break."

"I can't." Your voice cracks, a tear falling down your cheek and wetting his shirt. "I actually think I'm going to fail and it scares me."

Rafe knows you always cared about your academics. Way more than he does. But, it's one of the things he admires about you. That fact that you're so smart, that you manage to fall for a guy like him. He doesn't know of any way to help in that department, but fuck if he isn't going to try.

"Alright, how about this?" Rafe pulls apart, the loss of touch causes you to whimper, but his hand tucks under your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his. "We're going to get somethin' to eat. Any place you want, I don't care how far, and I'll drive."

You open your mouth to counter but he cuts you off. "Then, we're going to come back here and I'll help you study. All night if I have to. We're going to figure this out together, okay?"

The plan sounds appealing but you're still hesitant. "You don't know anything about linear algebra."

"Fuck, baby, you can teach me." He states, causing a small smile to rise on your lips. That makes him proud. "Isn't that the best way to learn? When the student become the teacher?"

"Are you saying you're my teacher?" You tilt your head, teasing him. He loves that you're coming to yourself again.

He lowers himself to your level, stopping next to the shell of your ear. "I'm about to teach you a lesson if you don't get a move on." He murmurs, lightly slapping your ass and releasing you in one-go. You let out a little yelp, jumping back.

He tips his head to your closet. "Get change. We got shit to do."

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[comicarc]

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐈𝐏

I have so many wips 😭 but here's a snippet of pre batman bruce fic... (tagged by @allysunny)

Lost in the blackness of her sight, y/n was in reverie as she worried about her forthcoming future. Gotham Academy was a school for the one percenters of the city, the children of politicians and billionaires. It had been a feat in it of itself to be able to attend such a prestigious school, but the baggage that it came with was another challenge. Upon stepping through the entrance doors, y/n had never been able to make a choice, for it was either endurance or death. She had to be the best to stay with the best, and Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy, seemed to make it his life’s mission to ensure she never remained.

His hatred toward her was something that, in their four years of acquaintance, y/n had never understood. Of course, she like many other, if not all, girls at the Academy was smitten with his handsomeness and abundance of wealth. Though she never obsessed over him, y/n couldn’t deny her attraction. That was until the very first exam took place. 

y/n needed to maintain her scores to remain at the school, and thus it seemed almost unthinkable for her to be anything but in the first place. Yet, upon seeing his demotion displayed on the billboard in front of the class, Bruce’s entire attitude toward her shifted from indifference to hostility. It seemed he had set out to ruin her since that day.

The current situation was a product of their developed feud, for Bruce, with all his privilege and power, convinced the school board in their freshman year, to host an annual race that would help boost funds. And wouldn’t you know it, he chose the starting point to be right in front of y/n's dorm. 

y/n was angry, rightfully so, yet she held no influence here, forcing her to adapt to her unideal circumstances. As was the story of her life, an endless amalgamation of suffering amassing into a perseverance to be reckoned with. Instead, she did all she could do against him. The prime domain of her victory was, of course, on exams as she always was at the top of her class. 

to be continued...

[celesterayel]

"where are these so-called gods, when you need them so much?"

✧.* she/hers | aries | ravenclaw | infj *.✧

when they look at me, i want them to see the downpour of ichor. the raw, bruised skin and the tempests that lie in me. i want them to be scared. i want to watch them burn, and then and only then will i be satisfied.

WHERE TO ✩ ‧₊

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poetry | of my muse

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CURRENTLY ✩‧₊˚

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proud of : goodbyes & waiting | luke castellan

obsessing over : the percy jackson series

ABOUT ME ✩‧₊˚

‧₊˚ stem girlie: cs. chemical engineering + pre-medical track. 3 cats. matcha iced latte. fantasy. pop genre. ‧₊˚

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note

don't hesitate to ask me anything or request! i'm excited to start writing fan fiction! please also be understanding that im a student and will be busy during school season :) i will try to get through requests tho <3

"i hope what you did to me HAUNTS you" - the eldest daughter ✩ ‧₊˚

[florencemtrash]

my poor fiancé has to deal with me screaming about shadowsinger and inkbird lmao THE MOST RECENT CHAPTER IS SO INSANELY GOOD i’m so so excited for our beloved little clairvoyant’s night court arc and training her powers and like!!! fuck!!! you’re so so talented and i am seated patiently for all the upcoming parts 🧎‍♀️🫶

Thank youuuuu. And shout out to all the supportive partners who have to deal with us after reading something 😂. I recently finished reading Iron Flame and immediately had to call my boyfriend at the airport like "I HAVE THOUGHTS AND I NEED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU!"

And I'm really excited for Y/n's little Night Court arc as well! I loved writing about the Day Court because we don't get to see it in the books and I hope I did it justice, but let's be honest, Velaris has got some fun things Y/n will really enjoy.

I started writing chapter ten last night about her training and I can't wait to share it with you all when it's finished. This one's for the burnt out academic weapons who need support in their lives.

[adoremattsturns]

introducing….

˗ˏˋ ꒰ loser!matt x academic weapon!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˚₊‧꒰ა loser!matt ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

loser!matt…. music enthusiast. cigarette smoker. lives in la with nick and chris. doesn’t talk much. video games. hates going out. loves nature/outdoors. mac miller, readiohead, arctic monkeys.

divider credits!: @cafekitsune

[g1rld1ary]

i'm writing a new james fic that should (hopefullyyyy) be out in the next couple of days and I'm soooo excited for u guys to read it!!! it's so romcom influenced, set in the early 2000s and is much longer and more narrative than a lot of what I've been writing lately yayayay!!!!

[chamomiletealeaf]

Just got an 82 on my Cognitive Psychology test plus ungraded bonus questions which means I’m getting an even higher grade than that. Task Force 141 would be so proud of me.