#next level of math nerd i think

[pv1isalsoimportant]

Is there something more erotic than live-texting your reading of a complexity paper by your crush to said crush.

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which paige finally meets her match

warning : sexual content included - minors do not interact

everyone thought paige bueckers had a type.

cheerleaders.

blonde, brunette, redhead—it didn’t matter, as long as they were on the sidelines, flipping and shouting and smiling under the friday night lights. by the end of her sophomore year, she had dated three, maybe four? no one kept count anymore. the campus just knew one thing: paige was a player. not in the toxic way—she was too charming, too respectful—but definitely in the way that made you roll your eyes when you heard another cheerleader say they were “just friends” with her.

so, naturally, when junior year rolled around, and the basketball season kicked off, people started taking bets on who’d be next. paige had just come back from a minor injury, her energy was electric again, and her instagram comments were flooded with flame emojis and thirst.

but she wasn’t looking at the cheerleaders.

she was looking at you.

and you weren’t even remotely close to being in her world.

you were a teacher’s assistant for an upper-level stats course. glasses, tucked-in shirts, always a little too many books in your arms. people noticed you, sure—but it was because you were the reason half the athletic department was passing their classes, not because of anything remotely romantic.

so when paige bueckers started showing up in the library on your shifts, it was... confusing.

the first time, she leaned over your desk and gave you that signature lopsided grin.

“hey, nerd.”

you didn’t even look up. “hey, cliché jock.”

her laugh echoed through the quiet room. she pulled out a chair and dropped into it like she owned the place. “i need help.”

“with math or self-awareness?”

“math. for now.”

you sighed, finally meeting her eyes. god, she was pretty. unfairly so. but you knew her type—and more importantly, you knew she didn’t date girls like you.

“fine,” you said, pulling your laptop closer. “but this doesn’t mean i’m letting you copy.”

that should’ve been it. a one-time thing. but paige kept coming back.

it started once a week.

then twice.

then you found her waiting for you outside your lecture hall, spinning a basketball like she was born doing it.

you raised an eyebrow. “stalking isn’t cute.”

“who says i’m stalking? maybe i’m expanding my interests.”

“oh yeah? into what?”

she shrugged. “smart girls with killer sarcasm.”

you tried not to blush. you failed.

you weren’t easy.

paige figured that out real quick. she flirted shamelessly—complimented your handwriting, brought you coffee with your exact order (“i guessed, but also i may have asked your barista”), and even showed up to your book club once, awkwardly squeezing into a circle of english majors discussing pride and prejudice.

you knew what she was doing.

she was trying.

and for the first time, it felt like paige bueckers wasn’t chasing someone for the fun of it. she was chasing you because she wanted you.

but you weren’t going to let her in just like that.

“i’m not a cheerleader,” you told her one night. you were sitting on the steps outside your dorm, the air cool and quiet, your coffee between your hands.

paige sat beside you, her knees brushing yours. “no shit ma.”

“i mean it,” you said. “i’m not going to be some girl you date during the season and forget after finals. i don’t... do casual.”

paige was quiet for a second. then: “what makes you think i want casual with you?”

you gave her a look.

she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “okay, yeah. i used to be that girl. freshman year, sophomore year... i didn’t care about anything except hoops and distractions. but you’re not a distraction.”

that surprised you. “then what am i?”

she leaned in, her voice lower, softer. “you’re the reason i want to be better.”

and just like that—you were ruined.

but you still made her work for it.

paige showed up to your study groups and brought snacks for everyone. she helped you carry your books when your arms were full. she asked questions during your tutoring sessions—not dumb ones, either, real ones. she listened.

she started quoting random facts you’d mentioned in passing.

“you remembered i like obscure 19th century poetry?”

“i’m literally memorizing your syllabus.”

and when she took you to a quiet, hidden spot in the rec center—just a dusty rooftop with fairy lights she’d strung herself—you realized she wasn’t just chasing.

she was falling.

hard.

her teammates noticed. so did her fans. rumors swirled — paige’s next cheerleader must be real lowkey. but they were wrong.

because she didn’t look at anyone else like she looked at you.

you, on the other hand, tried to keep your distance. you didn’t want to be another name in her highlight reel of exes. you didn’t want to fall into something temporary.

but paige was persistent — and when she asked you on a real date, voice surprisingly nervous, you couldn’t say no.

“this is our first date,” she announced, holding the door open to a neon-lit arcade just off campus.

“i feel like i’m in a 90s movie,” you said, glancing around. “are you going to win me a stuffed animal too?”

“only if you beat me at something,” she smirked. “which, good luck.”

she took you straight to the basketball game, of course. the kind with hoops lined up and timers counting down.

“go on, brainiac. show me your form,” she teased.

you narrowed your eyes. “fine. prepare to be amazed.”

you made two shots. clumsily. the third one bounced off the rim and knocked the ball back at your face. paige was dying laughing.

“okay, okay,” she said through giggles. “that was adorable. move aside.”

she stepped up, casual as ever, and made every shot with ease. like her body was designed for it. like it was natural.

“you’re disgustingly good at this,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“i know,” she said, tossing her final ball and hitting nothing but net. “but you’re cuter.”

you stared at her, heart skipping.

that night, after hours of games and laughter and little moments that made your stomach flip, she walked you back to your dorm. the world felt quieter. her fingers brushed yours.

“can i kiss you?” she asked, voice low.

you nodded. and when her lips met yours, it was slow, patient, like she was kissing you not for the first time — but like she’d been waiting for it for a long time.

the night she asked you to be hers, it was raining.

you were leaving the library, hoodie soaked, muttering to yourself about broken umbrellas, when you saw her.

paige was standing by the bike racks, drenched, holding a bouquet of crushed tulips in one hand and a note in the other.

“i was gonna wait until after your shift,” she said sheepishly. “but... the weather sucks and so does timing, so—hi.”

you stared at her. “you look like a drowned rat.”

“i feel like one. but also, maybe the happiest drowned rat ever, if you say yes.”

“to what?”

she held up the note. “to this.”

you took it, opening it with shaking hands.

“will you be mine? (also, i swear i’m done with cheerleaders.)”

you laughed, then looked at her. really looked at her.

this girl, who had the entire school at her feet, was dripping wet and waiting on you.

“only if you promise to never call me ‘nerd’ again.”

paige grinned. “deal.”

you stepped forward, cupped her face, and kissed her right there in the rain.

paige asked if she could come over — “just to unwind,” she said. you hesitated, but curiosity got the best of you.

it started with paige kissing your shoulder.

you were lying in your bed, tangled up in the soft sheets of your dorm, the fairy lights casting a warm glow over the room. rain tapped gently against the window—because somehow, the universe always gave you rain when things felt too big to put into words.

you had been reading. a book on your chest, glasses slipping slightly down your nose. paige had her head on your lap, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your thigh. neither of you had spoken in a while, but there was no need to. the silence between you had long stopped being awkward.

then she shifted.

lifted herself up, leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to the skin just beneath your collarbone.

you looked down at her. “what are you doing?”

she smiled, slow and sure. “memorizing you.”

your breath caught in your throat.

her kisses trailed up your neck, feather-light, until she was hovering just over your lips. you could see the flicker in her eyes—desire, but deeper than that. adoration. like you were something sacred.

“is this okay?” she whispered.

you nodded, fingers finding the edge of her hoodie, sliding beneath to touch the warm skin of her back. “yeah,” you breathed. “i want you.”

that was all she needed.

she kissed you like you were air—like she had been holding her breath for months and only now was allowed to breathe. her mouth was soft, slow, worshipful. she kissed with intention, with emotion, with something that made your stomach flutter and your chest ache.

her hands moved gently, slipping beneath your shirt, sliding it up until she could lift it over your head. she looked at you like she’d never seen anything more beautiful.

you felt vulnerable—but safe. entirely safe.

“god,” she whispered, kissing the swell of your breast. “you’re everything.”

you tugged at her hoodie. “take this off.”

she did, tossing it aside, revealing the toned warmth of her body. you ran your fingers down her arms, over her shoulders, feeling the strength there—the same strength that made her a force on the court. but with you, she was gentle. careful.

she kissed her way down your body, leaving a trail of heat that had your thighs trembling before she even reached them. you watched her settle between them, kiss the inside of your knee, then your thigh, and then higher.

“paige...” you whispered.

“i’ve thought about this,” she murmured, her voice low, her breath hot against your skin. “so many times.”

then her mouth met you.

and god.

her tongue was soft at first, slow and exploratory—like she was learning every part of you, tasting you, savoring you. you tangled your fingers in her hair, gasping softly as she dragged her tongue along your folds, circling your clit just right. she moaned into you when she felt you respond, like you were the one driving her crazy.

and then she slipped a finger inside you—so carefully, watching your face, making sure she wasn’t too much. you arched your back, breath catching.

she moved in perfect rhythm—her mouth and fingers in sync, like she was composing something. like your body was a song she already knew the melody to.

you couldn’t even form words.

just soft moans and whimpers of her name. her name, over and over.

when you came, it wasn’t loud. it wasn’t wild.

it was intimate.

you clenched around her fingers, hips trembling, heart pounding so hard you thought she might feel it from across the room. but she stayed with you the whole way through—kissing your thighs, your stomach, your lips—until you were grounded again.

she pulled you into her arms, whispering, “you okay?”

you nodded, your cheek pressed to her bare shoulder. “more than okay.”

she kissed your forehead, your temple, your nose.

“i meant what i said,” she whispered. “you’re not a distraction. you’re the reason i’m not afraid to feel anymore.”

you curled into her, fingers tracing shapes on her skin. “you’re really soft for a player.”

she smirked. “only for you.”

the morning after, you woke up to a photo paige had posted on instagram.

it wasn’t overly romantic — just the two of you, laughing in front of the arcade basketball game. your eyes were half closed, cheeks flushed from smiling too hard. paige had her arm slung around you casually, but there was no mistaking how close you were.

caption: “she beat me… barely ❤️”

and the heart emoji? yeah. people noticed.

within an hour, the comments were flooded.

“wait… who’s this?” “not a cheerleader for once?” “damn. nerd girl wins.” “w player finally settled?”

the campus was stunned.

the player? the queen of the court? dating the nerdy ta?

twitter exploded. memes were made. some people called it fake, others said you had bewitched her with your brain.

but you didn’t care.

because when paige laced her fingers through yours, sat beside you in the cafeteria instead of with her team, and proudly introduced you as her girlfriend?

you knew it was real.

and slowly, so did everyone else.

she was still the same paige—confident, cocky, intense on the court. but around you, she softened. she brought you flowers just because. let you read to her while she stretched after practice. kissed you like you were the only thing that ever made her nervous.

and you?

you let her in.

you loved her.

even if she was terrible at poetry.

[enhas-pov]

mean girl & the nerd

summary: everyone knows reader as the popular mean girl. she’s always seen making fun of people with her friends (aka minions) but someone who she loves making fun of in particular is choi soobin, the shy nerdy (rumored to be a perv) guy.

warnings: bullying(?), smoking, making out, teasing, smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slut shaming, reader is older than soobin, usage of “noona”

word count: 4.8k

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gosh i wonder how long this teacher could go on for. i’m sat in math class (the worst subject ever) next to my best friend, karina. i’m not paying any attention to what the teacher is saying and neither is she. she’s too busy fixing up her makeup while i’m sat here slowly dying of boredom. i was about to ask for permission to go to the bathroom so i could smoke, but that was before i realized that choi soobin was sat right in front of me.

of course he was paying attention to the teacher and writing down notes, fucking nerd. i rip a piece of paper out of my notebook and grab my pen. i write down a simple “meet me in the bathroom” before curling up the paper in my hands and throwing it at the back of his head. he brings his hand up to the back of his head before turning around in his chair to face me. his hair is hanging over his face, and he’s wearing those cute black glasses that i seem to like so much on him. i give him a small smile and wave at him before pointing at the piece of paper i threw at him. “open it” i mouth, and in return i get a confused bunny look from him.

i’m not gonna lie, i pick on soobin a lot. why? i think he’s kinda cute. he can be annoying sometimes in class when he’s being all smart and shit, but besides that he’s got a pretty face and a nice body. i’m actually kinda shocked he’s a loner that gets absolutely zero attention from any girl. maybe he really is a pervert after all, that’s what everyone says about him.

i raise my hand in the air as soobin is opening the note. “may i go to the bathroom, miss?” once i got the teacher’s permission to leave the classroom, i get up from my seat. walking away, i can feel soobin’s eyes on me. i know he’s gonna follow me, he always does, and i can’t help but to like the way he follows me around like a lost puppy.

i lean against the sink to the girls bathroom as i inhale the smoke from the cigarette that’s in between my lips. i turn my head to the side when i hear the door opening, revealing soobin who’s walking in looking all shy and nervous. “choi soobin? what are you doing in the girls bathroom?” i throw a bit of sarcasm at him since i love the reactions i always get from him. “i- the note..” he stutters while his eyes are looking down at his feet. “why do people call you a pervert? hm?” i ask, watching him shrug his shoulders. i put my cigarette out before walking over to him and grabbing him by his collar earning a shocked reaction from him. i drag him to one of the stalls before throwing him in and locking the door behind us.

“i think i know why” i push him up against the wall making him whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. “you’re not gonna look at me? how disrespectful..” i scoff, bringing my hands up his chest. i couldn’t help but smile when i felt his body shiver at the touch of my hands. i looked up at him to see that his eyes were open, all though he wasn’t looking at my face.

i remove one my hands from his chest to grab his. he furrows his eyebrows when i help move his hands up to my chest, placing each hand on each one of my boobs. “play with them” i say which finally made him look down at me. “w-what?” his eyes widened at my words, his glasses falling down to the tip of his nose. “i didn’t wear a bra today, you know why?” i ask, cocking my head at him. he shook his head, his hands that were placed on my boobs were slightly shaking, i could tell he had no idea what to do or how to play with them.

i stand up on my tiptoes to reach his level, leaning in so that my lips were brushing against his ear lobe. soobin was also incredibly tall which made him a lot more attractive. “for you” i whispered against his ear. “i didn’t wear a bra for you today, bunny” when i felt his shaky breath against my neck, it sent a shiver down my spine which had never happened to me before. whenever i would tease soobin, it’d never affect me. why was it now so suddenly?

his hands that were completely frozen and placed on my boobs were now slowly moving. i moaned in his ear on purpose when his thumbs brushed against my nipples, and i was kinda surprised when i earned a moan back from him. i leaned away from his ear to look him in his eyes, but he quickly looked up at the ceiling. “do i make you nervous?” i ask, bringing my hands up to cup his face. he bit down on his lip to muffle his moans while his hands started squeezing my breasts and moving them around in a circular motion. i let out a sigh, my hand traveling down from his face all the way down to his hardened bulge. he let out a gasp when my hand brushed against his member. “i asked you a question, bunny. do i make you nervous?” i look up at him with my doe eyes, finally making eye contact with him when he decides to look down at me.

“y-yes, noona” he stutters once again. he’s so cute when he calls me noona. “you’re really cute.. you know?” i slowly start palming his bulge through his school uniform, his mouth hanging open while he throws his head back against the wall. the grip he still has on my breasts tightens the more i rub him. “do you want more?” i ask him, leaning towards his face so that our lips are almost touching. “mhm!” he whimpers, attempting to kiss me before i pull back, but not too far so that we’re still close enough.

“do you want to feel more of me? or do you want me to feel more of you?” i place a small kiss on the corner of his lips before kissing a trail from his ear, below his his jawline and down to his neck. i felt him leaning into me and the kisses i was giving him, like he wanted more. “both.. b-both. i want both! noona, please..” i smiled against his neck when he started begged and crying while being a moaning mess. it was humiliating if i’m gonna be honest, but i enjoyed every bit of it. out of nowhere he pinched both of my nipples making me moan along with him.

“shit..” i curse under my breath. what was he doing to me? i take a few steps back, completely pulling myself away from him, leaving him confused and wanting more. “why’d you stop..?” he asked, panting while his chest rose up and down at a quick pace. “it’s lunch and i’m hungry. see you later, bunny” i smile at him before unlocking the door to the bathroom stall and walking away.

“i don’t get it..” karina says, looking down at the sheet of paper in front of her. we took a math test not that long ago, and while i was busy in the bathroom with soobin, everyone got their results in. “no way you got 30%” wonyoung laughs, waving her test that says “85%” in front of karina’s face. “shut up.. it was difficult” karina mumbles. “no it wasn’t. you’re just a bimbo” i say, playing around with my food that looks very unappetizing. “you guys are mean-“

“hey, look” wonyoung cuts karina off, pointing at a guy who’s sat alone at one of the lunch tables. “soobin is such a loser” karina laughs at him. “at least he’s smart” i hear karina gasp and wonyoung laugh before i get up from my seat, “come on” i order them. walking over to soobin who’s sat alone along with my friends, i sit down on top of the table in front of him, karina takes a seat right next to him and wonyoung is stood behind him. (basically caging him in) he looks up from his food, looking around at the three of us stood around him. he paused, not knowing what to do while having that cute confused look on his face.

“enjoying your lunch?” wonyoung asks him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “what do you look like without these” karina brought her hands up to his face and took his glasses off. he tried to grab them from her, but she was quick to pull away while laughing at him. he lowered his head looking real embarrassed and i couldn’t help but to feel kinda pissed off. watching my friends make fun of him, it made me feel kinda.. jealous? i don’t know why. it’s okay if i make fun of him since that’s just different, but i didn’t like how they were the ones bothering him.

i reached my hand out, grabbing soobin’s glasses out of karina’s hands. i grabbed soobin by his chin, tilting his head up so he’d look at me. i placed his glasses back on his face and felt my heart skip a beat when he gave me a small smile. i could feel karina and wonyoung’s eyes on me, like i was being judged by them but i couldn’t care less. “___?” i looked up at wonyoung who called my name, realizing soobin and i had been looking at each other for a long second. “yeah, whatever. let’s go” i get off the table, giving soobin a quick look who still hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “but, what about-“ “are you fucking dense? i said let’s go” i curse at karina who instantly got up from the chair she was sat in, following me out of the cafeteria along with wonyoung.

“fuck me..” i whisper to myself, looking down at my test score that says “40%” how did i score so low? i was so confident i did good. “who’s the bimbo now?” karina laughs, all though her smile drops when i throw her a glare. “jeez..” she mumbles. “___ and karina, i suggest you get yourselves a tutor unless you want to fail” fail? i can’t fail. “i can tutor them” i hear wonyoung say from across the classroom. “that would be great-“

“actually, miss. soobin offered to tutor me already, is that okay?” soobin turned around quietly looking at me more dazed than ever. of course he didn’t offer to tutor me, but i wanted to spend more time with him alone. “of course. i think that would help you a lot since soobin scored 100%. right, soobin?” the teacher asks, looking over at soobin who doesn’t know what to say. “y-yes, miss” he stutters. i love how he never says no to me, it makes me want him even more. “okay everyone that’s it for today, i’ll see you all on monday”

once the teacher and most of the students had left the classroom, i got up from my chair and walked over to soobin who was packing all of his stuff up. “my place?” i ask, tilting my head at him. he looks up at me and slightly nods, it was obvious he was nervous about coming over to my place. “i’ll see you then, bunny” i look around to make sure no one was looking before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. i giggled a bit when he looked away fast, covering his face when his cheeks turned red.

i looked at myself in the mirror, eyeing my own body in probably the most sluttiest pajamas ever. did i wear them on purpose because soobin is coming over to tutor me? of course not. my ass and tits were practically hanging out while my whole stomach was revealed. if my strict ass parents were home they’d kill me for being in my “underwear”.

i tried to hide back a smile when i heard the door bell ringing. i quickly left my room and made my way down the stairs, rushing over to the front door. i opened the door to reveal a unexpectedly hot soobin. he was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that stuck to his torso. what the fuck? i was the one who was supposed to be seducing him. but instead i’m the one who’s drooling over him. well, kinda..

soobin was definitely drooling over me as well. don’t think i missed the way his eyes instantly dropped down to my tits the second i opened the door. he was just stood there looking hotter than ever, holding his books and wearing his cute glasses while staring at my tits. “are you just gonna stand there?” i ask him, slightly moving to the side so he could make his way inside. “r-right. sorry” after he walked past me, i shut the door behind me and grabbed him by his bicep which took him off guard. i walked him towards the stairs and lead him up to my room.

“are your parents not here?” he asked, sitting down on my bed right next to me. “nope. they’re always on work trips and stuff, but i’m glad they’re not here” i placed my hand on his thigh dangerously close to his bulge. he nervously looked down at my hand before clearing his throat. “y-you’re struggling with math.. right?”

“uhuh. math sucks” i removed my hand from his thigh and leaned back against my pillows. my only view now was his back. “i think math is fun” he said, looking through the books he had brought with him. “that’s because you’re a nerd, choi soobin” he didn’t say anything back to me, like he was embarrassed of being a nerd or something. “don’t worry about it. i like that about you” i said, moving closer to his back that was facing me. i placed my hand on his bicep before placing my chin on his shoulder, looking down at the books along with him.

the second he felt my touch, he stopped turning the pages when his hand paused. i heard his breath hitch, and he swallowed nervously when my hand started tracing up and down his bicep. i used my other hand to point at something random in the book, “what does that mean?” i ask, turning my head slightly to look at him. “i-it’s.. uhm-“ i had leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on his neck, stopping him from answering any kind of question i ask him. he get’s way too nervous and shy, it’s cute. “it’s what?” i question, watching his lips tremble slightly at my touch. “to find the critical points, you need to compute the first derivative of ( P(x) ). P’(x) equals \frac{d}{dx}(2x^3 minus 6x^2 plus 4x minus 12-“

what the fuck was he on about? i definitely needed an explanation for the explanation, but i had a better idea in mind. “bunny..” i said, reaching my hand out to close the book that was in front of him. “y-yeah?” he turned his head to meet my mine that was resting on his shoulder. i looked him in his eyes before leaning in slowly, placing a kiss on his lips. soobin didn’t kiss me back right away and i could tell it was because he was in disbelief. i pulled away before he could even get the chance to react. i watched him open his eyes that he shut closed when i had kissed him. now he wouldn’t take his eyes off mine, and i couldn’t bother to tear mine off his either. i could feel my heart beating faster the longer we maintained eye contact.

i broke the eye contact by turning my attention to the books again. i brought my hand out, using it to push the books to the side causing them to fall off my bed. his eyes followed my every move when i moved around him, so instead of sitting behind him—i was now sat in front of him. facing each other, i moved in closer and sat myself down on his lap.

“i think.. maybe we should study later?” i tilted my head a little, tracing my fingers up and down his chest. i tried not to show a stunned reaction when i felt his literally—hard rock abs against the tip of my fingers. “i-i don’t understand.. i thought i was here for- to tutor you..?” i held back a smile when he struggled to get his words out. fuck, it actually turned me on at how nervous i made him. “you are. we’re simply just taking a break” my hand travelled down to the hem of his t-shirt before going underneath it, placing my whole hand on his abs.

his breath hitched when my cold hand touched his stomach. “b-but we barley even started..”that didn’t stop him from placing both his hands on my hips, pulling me in closer to him if that was even possible. “i know, bunny. but i’ve been waiting for this for so long. need you..” i swear i almost choked on my own words when his hands moved down to grip my ass harshly. “need you t-too..” he mumbled, shyly hiding his face in my neck. holy shit. “mmm.. do you now?” i began slowly grinding myself down on his bulge that was already hardened the second he had stepped into my house. “f-fuck.. yes, noona” he moaned quietly against my neck. soobin cursing was not something you’d hear often, it was kinda hot.

he let out a whine when i suddenly stopped my movements. i pulled away slightly, bringing my hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling it down far enough so that his dick sprang free. oh, soobin was huge. i knew he was big when i felt him through his pants, but i did not expect him to be this fucking big.. his tip was touching his stomach, red and angry leaking with pre-cum. i looked up at him to see him with his head thrown back while trying his best not to make a sound. if i’m gonna be honest, i was confident when grinding myself down on him, but now i’m kinda nervous.. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to take him.

“binnie.. why didn’t you tell me you were this big?” i pout, watching him throw me a quick glance before turning his head to the side. was he embarrassed of how big he was? “i-i’m sorry..” he murmured before squeezing his eyes shut to avoid any and all eye contact with me. “please look at me” i placed my hand on his chin, moving his head towards mine so he’d face me. he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly meeting mine. “i don’t know if i’ll be able to take you-“

“please! i-i’ll make you feel good.. i promise! i need to be inside you, noona. p-please?” i was stunned at how desperate he was. so desperate he cut me off so he could beg and cry for his dick to be inside of me. “okay my bunny. i trust you’ll make me feel good” he nodded repeatedly while his eyes followed my hand that went down to his cock. i gave him a few strokes, listening to his whiny voice that was craving for my pussy. i used my other hand to pull my shorts along with my panties to the side, lining his dick up against my entrance. i took a deep breath, preparing myself for the amount of pain i was about to feel right now. don’t get me wrong, i was incredibly wet for soobin right now but it was obviously still gonna hurt, considering i hadn’t even prepped myself for his giant cock.

i let out a yelp the second his tip entered me. yes, just his tip.. soobin on the other hand was groaning while his hands gripped tightly at my ass. “you feel so good.. i-im sorry.. am i hurting you, noona?” he let out a whimper, brushing his lips against mine. i shook my head not wanting him to worry, quickly going back to focusing on the fact that he wasn’t even half way inside. i placed my hands on his shoulders for support, controlling my breathing as i forced myself to sink further down on him. thankfully, i was wet enough and his cock slipped right in. i was now sat there, cockwarming him while i was adjusting to his size.

i looked up at soobin who was staring down at me, desperately wanting me to make some sort of movement. i leaned in closer to him, pressing my lips against his. he moaned into the kiss, a moan that i happily swallowed. i brought my hands up to the back of his head and tugged on the strands of his hair, while his hands were massaging my ass cheeks. as we were making out, i realized that this felt a lot different. this didn’t feel like some random hook up, it felt like we were doing this with feelings? i don’t know how to explain it, but all i can say is that to me, soobin isn’t too bad after all. i know it sounds stupid, knowing i kinda bullied him and all. but i’m thinking that all this time when i’d make fun of him, it was really just because i felt something for him..? whatever, not like i was gonna let him know i felt this way anyway..

“okay, break’s over” soobin hummed in confusion with his eyebrows furrowed when i pulled away from the kiss. still sat on his dick, i leaned down a little to pick up one of the books from the floor which caused a movement that made soobin let out a soft moan. “here” i handed him the book that he slowly grabbed out of my hand, still with a confused expression on his face. “i thought we were gonna.. y-you know..” the poor boy was so cute and shy he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word sex. “have sex?” i asked, tilting my head to the side. he nodded shyly at my question, very eager to fuck me.

“right now, you need to tutor me. can you do that bunny? without getting distracted?” he bit down on his lip, him and i both knowing he wouldn’t be able to tutor me properly with me cockwarming his needy dick. “y-yes” he blurted out, eyes moving down to the book in his hands. “uhm.. calculus. it’s a branch of mathematics that deals with rates of change, differential calculus, and the accumulation of..” i wasn’t paying attention to a single word he was saying, i was just using this as a way to tease him. i held back a smile before clenching around him, causing him to stop mid-sentence with a whimper.

“i’m listenting..” i said, signaling for him to go back to talking about whatever he was trying to teach me. soobin was hesitant at first, he definitely knew what i was doing but he listened to me anyway and went right back to tutoring me. “t-the main concepts in calculus are limits, derivatives and integrals. a limit is a fundamental concept that helps us understand how..” i hummed, pretending to listen to what he was saying before slowly starting to roll my hips. soobin hissed before closing the book and tossing it. “what’s wrong baby? are we moving onto the next subject already-“

without a warning, soobin unexpectedly flipped us over. my eyes widened in shock when he grabbed both of my hands with just one of his, pinning them above my head and me down onto the bed. i was completely caught off guard by his actions considering soobin was not the kind of guy to take control. he always let me treat him like he was my bitch, maybe i got on his last nerve..

i cried out in pain when he started thrusting into me at an incredibly fast pace. i could feel his tip hit my cervix harshly at every single thrust. “s-soobin..?” i tried to free my hands from his grip, but he was surprisingly too strong. “s-shit.. don’t call me that” he cursed under his breath, throwing his head back in pleasure as he kept on abusing my pussy. “bunny..” i whimpered as tears began falling down my face. “yeah, good girl.. turns me on whenever you call me that” he leaned down close to my ear before he bit down on my earlobe, earning a painful moan from me. “did you enjoy it, hm? making fun of me with your pathetic little friends? f-fuck.. i enjoyed it as well you know? watching you order me around with that tiny little skirt that exposed your ass and pussy, a-and that tight fucking top that shaped your tits perfectly.. you’re such a fucking slut. made my cock hard every single day, had to jerk off at the thought of you being mean to me the second i got home..”

i watched him in horror as i was trying to process everything he just said. me bullying him turned him on? he’d jerk off to the thought of me whenever he got home..? i didn’t know soobin had this side of him, but at least i know why people call him a pervert now. i was struggling to get my words out as i was too fucked out to speak. all i could manage to do was to whimper and moan at the overwhelming feeling as the sound of skin slapping only got louder by the second.

“is it too much for you? i thought you wanted this when you were grinding down on my dick. where’d the confident, mean little slut go? hm?” his grip on my hands tightened when he used his other hand to pull my top right above my tits. i squeezed my eyes shut when he leaned down and started leaving hickeys all over my boobs. he’d bite down on my nipples, lick and then suck all over them. this man was hungry.. “c-close..” i managed to blurt out when i felt the heat growing in my stomach. “go on. cum all over my cock”

i screamed out his name when i felt my body tense as i released around him. my orgasm crashed over me, and i had never experienced a better fuck than this. “gonna fill you up until my cum drips out of you..” he mumbled as i felt his cock twitch inside of me. his hand finally let go of mine, allowing me to grip his biceps for support as the feeling only got more overwhelming. “‘m close..” he groaned, his hands moving down to my hips as he digged his fingers into my skin. he buried his face into my neck, a loud moan escaping his lips when his thick cum filled me up and painted my walls white. “t-take it.. take my cum” he panted against the skin of my neck as his thrusts only got sloppier. my eyes squeezed shut, my pussy tightening around his cock.

his heavy body rested against my chest as he was catching his breath and so was i. i felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist, trying to pull me in closer to him. my eyes fluttered open to see that he was still hiding his face in my neck. “b-bunny..?” i whimpered, only earning a soft moan from him. was he already back to being his cute, shy self? get a man that can do both i guess.. “i didn’t hurt you.. d-did i?” he asked, slowly looking up at me. i shook my head before placing a small kiss on his lips. “were you just really horny or what?” i giggled when he quickly hid his face back into my neck as he was clearly embarrassed.

“so..” karina said, putting her phone down to look over at me. “so?” i raised my eyebrows at her. “soobin tutored you? can’t imagine how that went..” right as karina finished her sentence, the teacher placed my test down in front of me that had ‘91%’ written on it. “good job, ___. i can see soobin being your tutor was the right choice” my teacher said, patting me on my shoulder. “mhm! my boyfriend is pretty smart” i proudly say, earning a confused look from everyone in my class. i looked over at soobin who was smiling to himself at me calling him my boyfriend, while everyone else were straight up judging me. but why should i care? i was happy.

[mehwmidklpe]

love ur writing!!! it's totally really cool, and if u have the time and all, I'd love it if you wrote a Leo Valdez x child of Athena user fic/mini fic or whatever! Anyway, have a good day!!!

thank you so much!! ofc I have time for that!

The Athena cabin was fully empty for once.

You were left alone, studying in your bed.

You had earphones in– not to mention it but I'm gonna, you're totally listening to Dominic Fike songs idc –.

A cup of Moroccan tea– cause that's the best tea there is –rested on your blanket.

The door of the cabin opened, but you didn't bother looking up.

It wouldn't be a weird sight to see you studying right now cause all your siblings did it.

Only maybe you should have looked up because this was not one of your siblings.

"Wassup prima?" You glared at the grinning latino who stood next to your bed.

"That my mom is Athena and your dad is Hephaestus does not make us cousins, Leo." You remind him.

"Alright, alright. 'Mamì', then."

You rolled your eyes before you brought your attention back to your studies. "What do you want, Valdez?" "I just wanna spend time with my favorite nerd, is that so bad?" Leo responded.

"One. I am not your nerd, I don't belong to anyone. Second, we're not even close." You point it at which he shrugged. "We could be."

You rolled your eyes. "You're not allowed to be here, Leo." Your remind him. "Right. The rules." He recalled.

A hum left your lips. "That and the fact that my siblings will kill you."

Leo smiled. "Sounds romantic. I can already picture it. 'Boy dies for love of his life. Will she ever–'–" He was cut off by you.

"I'm studying and you make me braincells die by the minute." You interrupt. All the boy did was frown.

Were you implying that he was dumb?

"So leave." You state before directing your attention on your books again.

Instead of hearing him leave, you felt the matress of your bed dip under an added weight.

"Ah, Monodromy matrix; The concept from differential equations and complex analysis" You heard Leo's voice say.

Caught of guard and suprised, you looked up at him to see his gaze on your math book.

"How did you–" "I could do university level of math at the age of eight." He states.

You blinked.

A smart boy?

That you found attractive.

He continued. "Just because I'm silly doesn't mean I'm dumb, Y/n."

Shit.

"No, no. I never took you as–I mean I didn't mean it like that." You try but he was already busy with other things.

Things like taking one earphone out of your ezr and holding it against his own.

His big, beautiful, brown eyes lit up. "Dominic Fike? He's my favorite!"

At that, your eyes lit up. "For real?" "Yes! From 'Sunburn' to 'Chicken Tenders' and all the rest! Gods that guy is a genius."

Oh. My. gods. "He's.. my favorite too.." Leo grinned. "Well, you have alazing taste in music, Y/n Y/l/n."

And stupidly enough that actually had you blushing. "Really? My siblings hate it when I listen or talk about him."

The curly head scoffed. "Your siblings are missing out."

He shifted in his seat. "So. How about this? Your siblings in question aren't here right now, but there is a hot guy sitting on your bed who shares the same intrests as you."

You just looked at him, waiting for him to continue, which he did:

"I say that Festus won't die if I stay away for a while to study with a pretty girl in cabin 6, right?" He smiled.

You liked his smile.

Ugh, now you understood Annabeth's stupid rants about Percy's smile.

"I think he'll survive." You then spoke.

And that's how you and Leo ended up spending the whole afternoon together.

And out of all the endless afternoons you had spend at Camp-Halfblood for many years, withiut lying you'd say this was your favorite one.

Leo was smart and he was kind and he was funny and he was warm and he was tucking a strand of hair behind your cheek as he leaned in after having such a good conversation with you.

Wait what?

Can we rewind that last part??

Before anything else could happen, the cabin door opened, revealing a few of your siblings.

"Leo Valdez??"

Oh yes.

You were caught.

"Get your hands off my sister." Malcolm demanded.

"What?" Leo's voice was high pitched as his hands were raised in 'surrender'. Ugh, this boy.

"Don't 'what'me. You were litteraly about to kiss her." Your half-brother responded.

"Wad not." Leo protested. "Was yes–wait what?" Malcolm stopped himself, knowing whatever he was saying didn't make any sense.

Then Sophia, your half-sister, spoke up. "Stop it Malcolm. Your waisting your braincells on him. You're making yourself look stupid. We don't want to give our cabin a bad reputation."

The latino nodded. "Yes Malcolm. And by the way, I was not gonna kiss your sister. I was just trying to... drink her tea! Yeah!"

With that, he grabbed your cup off tea and drank it all in one sip.

Then he stood up. "Anyways thank you gor having me. Was some nice tea, Y/n, keep going like that, give me the recipe, it's very nice, I'll see you around, bye!"

And just like that he rushed out of the cabin.

"My tea.." You mumbled, looking down at the empty cup.

"Do you want to explain was Valdez waw doing here?" Ray asks you. "Drinking all my tea, as you can see." You respond.

"Oh don't be a smartass."

"My mother is Athena. You expect me to not be a smartass?"

And so they gave up.

You just continued studying, but it wasn't as fun as it normally was.

Cause you had figured out that studying with Leo is way more fun.

"Careful."

You looked up to see your sister Annabeth.

You frowned. "What?"

"Athena kids and Hephaestus kids don't get along that well. They're always trying to prove each other that they're better or smarter." She explained.

You gulped at that, but pushed the weird feeling you were feeling down.

"So?"

"Do being with him is gonna be hard."

"I don't wanna be with him."

"I said the exact same thing about Percy because we were supposed to be rivals, too. But look at us now." Annabeth said back.

What were you supposed to say now?

Instead, she spoke up again.

"You know, Percy and Leo are a lot alike. Guess you take after me."

And so, you spend the whole night awake.

For the first time, your thoughts weren't filled with smart things or intresting facts.

No.

They were filled with thoughts of Leo.

if I have many typos I'm sorry, I usually write on my laptop cause I never have my phone and this was written on my phone and I fr can't write on it

[anjelicawrites]

I saw your reblog of Level Five: Math Porn! and it got me thinking about Michael getting turned on when he sees a pretty girl getting math questions right. What’s the measure of the angle? Why it’s sixty-nine of course! She’s smiling all innocently and Michael’s trying not to look like he’s adjusting his pants.

-🪴

Oooh! 🪴 Nonnie!

Not only is she smiling, she pops her pencil on her mouth, all innocent and obvious as to why all the boys in class are snickering!

Michael is not laughing, only because he's trying hard (he has the sense of humour of a middle school kid), but his eyes land on her tits and he has an instant boner! How can he not, since she's wearing this super tight jumper and he can see the outline of her bra? Her tits look the right size for his hands to squeeze, on top of that?

From that moment on, every single time she says something and then she puts her pencil in her mouth, Michael gets his 'Pavlov boner', that's how he calls it. She giggles and he's instantly hard, to the point it becomes difficult for him to follow what the lecturer is saying. Plus this sweet little thing starts sitting next to him, or in front of him, wearing these conservative, yet skin tight clothes, that become shorter and shorter the closer to the summer it gets. She seems to like the fact that Michael can't stop looking at the way she rolls and plays with her stupid pencil during classes. Can we truly blame our favourite nerd when he forfeits and lets her suck on his cock in the library? Can we?

[thistlerock]

Reminder that if Fabian ever gets up to bard 10 he can get any spell via magical secrets. And a lot of them would be "cooler" but I always just think about shield. The fucking tank he could be it'd honestly be ridiculous. Bardic goes up at that point too so with max defensive flourish roll that'd get him to uh, math, 34?? Tough luck

Though the way Lou built him he probably really would take shield or like. Counterspell. Or another helpful bonus action like misty step. Because he really is a martial with some extra buffs. (Which is most swords bard, but he's like, more so??) Spells we know he has are Pyrotechnics (and it's only brought up in roleplay which is so fucking funny to me), Feather Fall, Heroism, and Gods I forgot the name fake nerd, bonus action no opportunity attacks. Also I THINK enhance ability? But I don't remember if I made that one up. Spells are very much a utility for him which is not groundbreaking he should be built like that but in universe it's very fun to me. He literally was like okay let's magic the danger out of everything I can't fix with my super human acrobatics to avoid further trauma. Okay let's make my friends braver in the face of the Nightmare King, okay let's make sure I never have to watch my best friend fall into his demise again, okay let's make sure I can get as many people as possible to focus on me without getting clobbered in the back of the head after turning to the next guy so that they leave all my friends alone. Y'know. I really do love how he switched from needing to be the star to using the attention he so naturally attracts to being a protector.

I am honestly kind of surprised he never took healing word. At least not that we know of. Maybe in his senior year, idk. In general I'm curious about what other spells he has? Because he's a level eight bard he has more than five spells. And he has cantrips (I think he mentions using one but I honestly don't remember). And he was in the position of not having to even consider normal "must have" spells because there were already three full casters in his party (including a bard) that had that covered and he re-classed halfway through, he was literally just filling utility gaps what other things that never come up does he have. Give me his character sheet I am so intrigued.

[sky-scribbles]

What is Essek's Wisdom score?

(aka, a totally unnecessary ramble about one drow and his dnd mechanics by me, a tumblr user who should be asleep)

Last episode, we got a rare hint about Essek’s Wisdom score, in the form of Fearne’s attempt to sneak a look at his feet while he slept. Whatever Essek’s passive perception is, it was ‘just enough’ to catch Fearne, with her Sleight of Hand check of 9. I made a joke about this giving Essek a pretty low Wisdom score, and several people pointed out that because Matt halves his characters’ passive perceptions when they’re sleeping, Essek’s Wisdom would actually be around the 18-20 mark. But this… might not necessarily be the case.

Now, I did honestly mean that post as a joke and not any actual theorising on Essek’s mechanics, but since people got me thinking, let’s crunch some numbers! (Huge thanks to the folks over on the Essek discord for helping me with the maths here! Also, disclaimer that all of this could be disproven next episode, and I am fine with that. I enjoy doing dnd maths anyway, because I am a nerd.)

So: if Matt remembered the house rule about halving the passive perception while a character sleeps (and he doesn’t always), this would give Essek a passive of 18-20. But does this mean his Wisdom is 18-20? Actually, no! For a start, if he had no other bonuses to perception (and I’ll get to that in a second), this would give Essek a bonus of +4 or +5, which would make his awake passive just 14-15, and his sleeping passive 7. Not enough to catch Fearne. But: it might well be the case that Essek simply has Perception proficiency, in which case, he wouldn’t need a Wisdom of 18+.

While Essek, being an NPC, obviously doesn’t conform to PC rules, it’s worth bearing in mind that all elf PCs get perception proficiency for free from their Keen Senses trait. Perception would therefore be a pretty reasonable proficiency for Essek to have, even if it didn’t make sense from a character perspective – which it does. He is, after all, constantly having to look over his shoulder for assassins (and even before he was, having a keen eye out for trouble would be a useful asset in his former courtly intrigues.)

So what does this mean for his passive perception? Well, he appears to be the equivalent of a level 17-20 wizard, if his use of a ninth-level spell slot is anything to go by. With the caveat that he doesn’t have to use player rules (just attach that caveat to, uh… everything I say in this post) that would give him a + 6 proficiency bonus. If this is true, then all Essek needs for a waking passive perception of 18 is actually a Wisdom modifier of just +2, i.e. a Wisdom score of 14 or 15. (A baseline of 10, plus 2 from his Wisdom, plus 6 from proficiency). This would allow his halved passive to be at least 9, and let him catch Fearne in her sneaky feat of feet-peeking. If we make his Wisdom any higher than this, I don’t think we can qualify Matt’s ‘just enough’ statement.

But wait! There are more options! Unlikely ones, but options worth bearing in mind, nonetheless. We know Matt is on board with giving his allied NPCs feats; indeed, Essek himself has the War Caster feat. So it’s entirely possible that he might also have the observant feat. This would be a very logical choice from a roleplaying perspective considering Essek’s current status as a fugitive.

Having this feat would add +5 to his passive perception. Let’s say Essek has no Wisdom bonus at all, but has this feat and is proficient in perception. In this case, his passive while awake is 21 (a baseline of 10, plus 5 from Observant, plus 6 from profiency). That's a sleeping passive of 10: just enough to catch Fearne in the act. We could actually dump his Wisdom into the negative and he'd still be able to just barely notice her.

If you shook me and asked me to tell you what I actually think Essek’s Wisdom is, I’d guess at his Wis being at that ~14 mark I pitched earlier. I think this would make sense from what we’ve seen of him – yes, he has done some completely dumbass things, but he’s shown a level of self-reflection and self-awareness, especially after his redemption arc kicked off, that I think a Wisdom of about this number is justified. I wouldn't be surprised to find it was lower or higher, though; Wisdom is a wibbly stat to define at the best of times and you can make a case for Essek being just about anywhere on the number scale.

A stat of ~14 also works for me from a character construction perspective: we already know he has an Intelligence of around 22, and a decent Charisma; back in campaign 2, the Nein regularly had to roll Insight checks of 20+ to see through him, indicating a high Deception. So I’m hesitant to pitch his Wisdom too high; this might just be my own personal preference as a DM, but I’d be unlikely to roll up an NPC ally with high numbers in all three mental stats. Give ‘em some lower scores to keep things spicy, y’know?

(As a side note, Essek’s Dexterity is a very serviceable 16, and I suspect that his Charisma is at least equal to that. Having scores of 16+ in four stats would be a bit much, imo, even if his Strength and Constitution are probably much, much lower.)

A final point: one thing we can rule out is Matt allowing Essek to use his regular, un-halved Passive while trancing, since he didn’t remember that Essek could trance until Laura reminded him (bless them both), and I’m pretty sure the Fearne incident happened before she did. Though I should say again, considering that Matt can and does forget rules from time to time… it is also true that Matt might’ve just forgotten about halving the passive score. If he did just forgor, this entire ramble is meaningless but oh well.

Tl;dr: we don’t know, but a reasonable guess would be to say that his Wisdom is about 14. I guess I’ll just sit here and hope that Matt may eventually release his statblock (and an explanation of how he made his dad so mad he died. Hi, Matt Mercer, not to beg but please –)

[grwwrrrr]

Highschool CaitVi thoughts (again)

- Walking down the hallways at the end of the day holding hands, Vi swings their arms as they talk.

- Caitlyn sometimes leaves class for the bathroom but, actually goes to Vi’s class and motions at Vi through the window to come out and meet her. They walk through the hallways for a bit before eventually they get back to Caitlyn’s classroom, say goodbye and then go back to their own classes.

- Vi takes French and Caitlyn takes Spanish and they are both really good at their respective language classes so sometimes when passing notes or just talking they try to have Spanish/French conversations since there are handfuls of similarities in the languages. They end up twlling eachother what they were saying in English and realize they were having 2 separate conversations.

- Caitlyn is more of a Math and Science nerd while Vi is more for English and History so they always help each other out with homework during their study sessions.

- At lunch, Vi sometimes gets school lunch and while Caitlyn usually won’t get school lunch she goes with her anyways to get lunch. They wait in line together and as Vi is getting food, if there is something Caitlyn wants she will point over Vi’s shoulder and Vi puts it on her tray.

- Ok this one is something I just think is so funny for some reason but, I also can’t stop thinking about it being true. I just feel like Caitlyn would be in JROTC/ROTC at their highschool. She would definitely be very involved in any sniper or shooting aspects of it. (I really don’t know much about ROTC I only have a few friends in it so I have no idea what they really do besides wear their uniforms)

- Vi probably filled her schedule with extra Gym classes, she has her regular courses (and some of her extra nerd ones like AP World and AP Lit or French 4) but when she gets put in a random art class to fill a spot in her schedule she switches it for Gym or Weightlifting. When she is in those higher level P.E. classes she is usually one of few if not the only girl in the class but, she always excels above her other classmates in there.

- They tried so hard to get a class together their sophomore year, talking to their counslers almost everyday but, they ended up with nothing together. Their junior year though, they ended up with 2 classes together and were so happy. Caitlyn gets to their classes early and goes to the back where she knows Vi wants to sit and the sets her bag down on the seat beside her to make sure no one takes it before she comes.

- Vi downloads movies on her phone for her and Caitlyn to watch when they have free time. They share her wired earbuds in a dorky, movie way even though Caitlyn has AirPods.

- Vi plays basketball for the school, on their varisty team. It’s her main sport but, when it’s not basketball season she plays soccer and wrestling. Caitlyn does track, she focuses mostly on Pole Vault but also does the High Jump or Hurdles sometimes.

- Caitlyn got Vi to join her in track one season because, Vi said she was bored of Soccer. Vi tried to do Caitlyn’s events but, ultimately didn’t find herself exceeding at them. She did happen to enjoy the throwing events more but ultimately just stayed to practice during her off season and not be an actual competitor.

- They love to race eachother when they are done with practice, grabbing their stuff and seeing who can make it to their cars first. Caitlyn wins more often than Vi does, Vi says Caitlyn has an unfair advantage due to her long legs and that’s why she isn’t winning 100%.

- They walk eachother to the classes they dont have together and will stand together leaning against the wall outside the classroom talking until there is only a minute left till it’s time to start the next class.

- They join clubs together, even if they don’t particularly care for what the club is about. The clubs are just for boosting their college applications.

- Sometimes they share a car in the morning so one of them will drive to the other’s house and pick them up and take them home for the day. When they share a car they usually end up coming home an hour or two later than they should be. They just sit together in the car and loose track of time.

- Sometimes Caitlyn will wear one of Vi’s basketball hoodies with her name on it and get all blushy and excited. She is probably a little annoying a bit it too, not putting her bookbag on her back so people could see her wearing Vi’s name and number.

- When Vi wears one of Caitlyn’s, which she doesn’t do as much since Caitlyn is taller than her and likes her hoodies to be looser on her, her hoodies end up being a little baggier than she would like. She is just as dorky as Caitlyn is but she tries to play it off and be cool about it. (she thinks she looks cool but she is just a dork who won’t shut up about her girlfriend).

okkkkk thats all my CaitVi rambling for now. I’ve been neglecting my fic recently so I need to work on it againn byeee

[birdiesaves]

THE MARTIAN ( novel by andy weir ) change as necessary !

mankind reaching out to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah. 

i’m pretty much fucked. 

they got the parades and fame and love of the world, i got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when i got home.

i would only be “in command” of the mission if i were the only remaining person.

what do you know? i’m in command.

it wasn’t your fault. you did what you had to do. 

in your position i would have done the same thing. 

it was a ridiculous sequence of events that led to me almost dying.

everyone thinks i’m dead. 

ok, i’ve had a good night’s sleep, and things don’t seem as hopeless as they did yesterday.

i won’t be able to whip something up with tinfoil and gum.

fear my botany powers!

but hey, time is the one thing i’ve got.

i wonder if they'll ever find out what really happened.

i’ll spare you the math. the answer is _________

bleh. i’m going to bed

my life depends on you

i played a lot of dungeons and dragons.

i have an idiotically dangerous plan 

i suppose i’ll think of something. or die.

the answer is: i don’t know.

all i accomplished today was thinking up a plan that’ll kill me

also, i have duct tape. 

after a search of everyone’s personal items i found my answer.

that was sarcasm, by the way.

this all sounds like a great idea with no chance of catastrophic failure.

do you have any idea the magnitude of shitstorm this is gonna be?

how come aquaman can control whales? they’re mammals! 

i expected it to be cold, but jesus christ!

now, on to my next task: sitting around with nothing to do for 12 hours.

i ask for a picture and i get the fonz?

the whole world’s been rooting for you. 

really looking forward to not dying. 

please watch your language.

sorry we left you behind, but we don't like you.

you're sort of a smart-ass.

your request for “anything, oh god anything but disco” is denied.

no. you’ll fuck it up and die.

i took it apart, found the problem, and fixed it.

i don’t see anything... i can hear it, but... it’s down here somewhere, but i don’t know where.

the subtle and refined “hurl my body at the wall” technique had some flaws. 

named after the greek goddess who traveled the heavens with the speed of wind. she's also the goddess of rainbows.

i'm not giving up. just planning for every outcome. it's what i do.

your poster outsold the rest of ours combined.

why are you such a nerd?

you should try to be more cool. wear dark glasses and a leather jacket. carry a switchblade.

you started my training by buying me a beer.

so now i have to do boring-ass experiments with test tubes and zzzzzzzzzz....

frankly, i suspect you're a super villain.

just once i'd like something to go to plan, ya know?

no? ok... what was that!? oh, nothing? ok...

for now i just want to go home.

there's always hope

are we just watching a tragedy play out?

you’ll survive this. i don't know how, but you will. 

i've defiled enough historical sites for now.

tomorrow night, i'll sink to an all new low!

tomorrow night, i'll be at rock bottom!

be a smart-ass to a guy seven levels above you. see how that works out.

i remember when you were shy

the attitude comes with the job

and by “enjoying” i mean “hating so much i want to kill people.”

there aren't many people who can say they've vandalized a three billion dollar spacecraft. but i'm one of them.

what's our role in all this? if something goes wrong, what can we do?

how do you come up with this shit?

i admit it's fatally dangerous, but consider this: i'd get to fly around like iron man.

i need you to come back in and make a bomb.

i knew that guy was a mad scientist!

i think we should just go with my iron man idea.

well if you won't let us then- wait... wait a minute... i'm looking at my shoulder patch and it turns out i'm the commander. 

give me a minute. you're the first person i've seen in ______.

i think about the sheer number of people who pulled together just to save my sorry ass, and i can barely comprehend it.

i represent progress, science, and the interplanetary future we’ve dreamed of for centuries. 

they did it because every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. it might not seem that way sometimes, but it’s true.

yes, there are assholes who just don’t care, but they’re massively outnumbered by the people who do. 

[irkenarcadia]

Sketched probs a couple weeks or so ago…(I sketch a billion things and this was one of the fun ones…I just always sit on stuff before I actually post lol…)

Gaggle of my Scientists…and their Drones!

I’ve rehauled and made an AU within my AU so; it’s a lot more “Slice of Life” esque as I play with the World Building like a nerd so I can also smash characters together like playing with Barbies…(heh heh).

Line up of the nerds below cut!

Anyway…many of these concepts I’ve had but never put them down. I did hint at them in chats and had some headshot concepts before they became more solid with some of the newer story stuff. These guys would be considered some of the best or the best out of the Science/Tech Caste/sector.

From left to right, “Tallers” first:

Ganymede (head biologist and geneticist; got a lot of retooling so he is way more laid back and estranged in a fun way…very comical; very animated, can be -very- melodramatic or extremely -aloof-), Mercury (high HIGH strung; deals more with Alchemical formula/Chemistry and high end Arithmetic. Deals with the Scoths on the former with Alchemy and Math. Think like Dexter from “Dexter’s Lab” sorta, haha!) and Asclepius (also high strung; but maybe a little more level headed until he feels threatened academically - usually by Mercury as they are rivals. So, he is basically the “Mandark” to Mercury’s “Dexter”…haHaHa…!)…

Drones! The lil gal doesn’t have a name (yet)…Caduceus has appeared previously and it’s shocking he doesn’t have his caffeine in hand…or SIR next to him. He is used to Mercury’s shenanigans so he just “keeps it real”, shall we say. I’ll have to add all the SIRs in later…and…well the other lil guy who looks like he came out of a sci fi western lol…also nameless atm.

Whoo Whoo. Sometimes I can do thing between being overworked hahaha…ha.

[lilacella]

James is in the softball team and Sirius is the head of the schools math club. When James is forced to join the club to fix her grades she finds more than her lost interest in mathematics...

Non-magical high school au, fem!James Potter, fem!Sirius Black

1+1 <3

James was jogging down from the field, high fiving her teammates after a successful game. Since James had joined the softball team three years ago their school had had a winning streak and there could be no doubt that this was causation not correlation.

She grabbed her water bottle from the bench and chugged it, then emptied the last couple drops on her sweaty head, shaking out her short wet hair. She took a hopeful look around but the girl she had been putting on this show for didn't seem to be watching. Lily Evans. A beautiful red head with green eyes and freckles all over her face. James had had a crush on her since year 7, but Lily seemed disappointingly straight. Or simply not interested, but James could hardly imagine that. She was usually quite successful with girl. Just not with this particular one she wanted more than anyone else. She shrugged dissapointedly and followed the others into the locker room, where their coach was already waiting. The coach clapped her hands loudly to gain everyones attention.

"Alright girls! Good Game! Natalie that last shot was great! You all did amazing, keep it up! Now get changed and then we'll get pizza for everyone!"

The announcement was met with cheers.

"One second, James! I need to talk to you, come over."

James followed the coach into a side room, fully expecting to be praised for her softball performance. But coach Ruth seemed otherwise inclined.

"Mr. Bracknell talked to me."

Her math teacher.

"He said your grades have been dropping since you joined the team."

James shrugged.

"I guess. I'm just busy..."

"Exactly his point I'm afraid. James, we both know that you are an asset for the team but Mr. Bracknell - and the headmaster I'm afraid - think that you are sacraficing your grades for this."

"Well, so what? That's none of their business."

Coach Ruth shook her head.

"Bracknell said that if you don't fix your math grade at least back to a B, he'll let the headmaster take you off the team."

"What?! He can't do that!" James protested. How dare they! Softball was her life!

"You have to understand, they just don't want you to mess up your A levels. Please just talk to Mr. Bracknell. I'm sure you'll find a solution."

James' fists were clenched tightly with frustration.

"So if I am currently a D student, how am I supposed to get to a B in just three months?"

Mr. Bracknell adjusted his glasses.

"Well, I agree that this could be challenging. But you are a bright student, James. You used to get straight As, I'm sure you'll..."

"No," James interrupted him, boiling with anger. "I did the math last night! Even if I got As for every assignment and test from now on, including the final exam I would only get to a C!"

Mr. Bracknells mouth twitched.

"I'm glad you haven't lost your calculation skills. Then let me make you an offer. Do you know the math club?"

James nodded. Of course she knew the math club. The only school club that had won more trophies for the school in the last year than the softball team. She didn't care much about these boring nerds though.

"Sure, what about it?" she asked, already fearing to know the answer.

"You will join them. I am sure you will be just as helpful to them, as you are to your softball team."

James cringed.

"Do I have to?"

"If you want to play softball next year, yes. You did the math, didn't you?"

James groaned in annoyance.

"Fine."

"Great. I'll let Miss Black know you'll be joining. They meet every Tuesday at 6pm in this classroom. Don't be late. She doesn't like that."

"And who are you?" The tall slender girl with the silkiest black hair James had ever seen stood before her, staring her down with piercing grey eyes surrounded by long, perfectly curved lashes. She was breathtaking. At least James couldn't breathe. God, she was so hot. Okay, maybe this was going to be more fun than she had thought. She stretched out her hand, mustering her most charming smile.

"Hi, I'm James. And you are?"

The girl stared her down with a disparaging glare and shook her hand with obvious disinterest.

"I am Sirius. The leader of this club. Didn't you at least look at the pamphlet before you got here?"

"Uh, no sorry. Easy mistake to make though. You are way to pretty to be in the math club." Smooth.

Sirius seemed to think otherwise and pulled a disgusted face.

"Oh, you're one of those people. Look, I only tolerate you here because Bracknell left me no choice. We really don't have the time to deal with the grade issues of a jock, so just sit in the back and don't get in the way." She waved James off with a slender hand and stepped to the front of the classroom, her skirt bouncing around her perfectly proportioned legs.

Oh. She was a cunt. James had a weak spot for that.

**

The evening sun shone brightly trough the classroom windows, inviting, teasing everyone stuck inside on such a lovely day. And usually James would have been teased greatly. But currently her mind was otherwise occupied.

The math club was preparing for the yearly "Prime Days", a prestigious math competition that gave away high scholarships for the winning team. James didn't need a scholarship, her parents had enough money and nothing to spend it on besides their only daughter and she knew that the Blacks were filthy rich. Still, Sirius seemed determined to win for some reason and had acquired the questions of the last few years so they could practice. Each of them was supposed to answer all the questions today and hand in their answers so Sirius could assess their personal weaknesses. But James mind wasn't filled with greek symbols and numbers. Her eyes were fixated on milky white legs, elegantly crossed, peaking out of Sirius' skirt.

Sirius was answering the questions herself, although, after 3 weeks in the club, James was sure she didn't have any weaknesses to assess. At least not mathematical ones. Sirius was absolutely brilliant. James had always been somewhat of a "math wiz" herself. She had never struggled to keep up with the material, usually rather prone to get bored and subsequently distracted. But Sirius was on a different level. Or maybe James had just gotten off track for too long and needed to catch up...

How was she supposed to do that though, when Sirius was sitting in front of her, hair in a high ponytail, eyes narrowed on her answer sheet, flipping her pen between her fingers in between frantic scribbeling, looking unbearably sexy.

I bet she knows all the answers, James thought and, as if she had heard her, Sirius raised her head and then an eyebrow, her mouth twitching almost unnoticably.

James quickly ducked and tried her best to focus on her own sheet. But the image of Sirius face stayed etched into her retinas.

"Hey Math-Queen. I've got an equation you could solve. In my pants!" Rodney laughed as if he'd made the funniest joke ever. Sirius rolled her eyes and walked past him but he reached out and slapped her ass.

"Hey! At least look at me, slut!"

James dropped her backpack, ready to run over and give this guy a good talking to, with her fists, but Sirius was faster.

With a quick motion she pulled out a thick algebra book from under her arm and slapped it across Rodneys face. The deep thumping sound gave James the impression that Sirius was a lot stronger than she looked. Rodney stumbled backwards clutching his broken nose.

"You crazy bitch! You broke my nose!"

"I certainly hope so," Sirius replied unbothered and tucked the book back under her arm. She turned to James in confusion who had just come to an abrupt halt beside her, after running to her aid.

"I thought you might need backup," James panted and ruffled her hair. Sirius raised an eyebrow. One of these days it would get stuck there.

"I can defend myself, but thank you."

She turned to continue her path but beckoned James to walk with her. "It is good that we meet I wanted to talk to you anyways."

James looked surprised and quickly stopped to pick up her backpack.

"Oh yeah? What about?"

"I looked at your test result."

James rubbed her neck nervously. She didn't want to seem stupid in front of a hot girl.

"That bad?"

"Quite the contrary, they are excellent. I thought you were dense but it appears that I was wrong. 95% and that eventhough you didn't seem very...focused." She shot James a look that made her cheeks flush.

"Oh, well, glad to hear that. Yeah...I actually used to be pretty good at math. Who knows, maybe you'll be glad you have me after all." James smirked. Sirius rolled her pretty eyes but smiled. Yes!

"I suppose you might. But Bracknell told me you are a D student? How on earth did that happen?"

"Softball."

Sirius frowned.

"What? Did you get too many balls against your head or what?"

James laughed. Funny too. That girl was a whole meal.

"No, I guess I just prefer it to studying and homework."

"You prefer to run aimlessly across the lawn, get muddy and dusty and swing a piece off wood at a tennisball?"

"Ok, so it isn't a tennisball..."

Sirius waved her off.

"I don't care. I don't get what's supposed to be so great about it."

James grinned brightly.

"You should come to a game and find out."

**

When James stepped on the field, spinning her bat effortlessly around her hand and wrist she looked around, scanning the crowd of spectators. Finally she found who she was looking for.

Sirius Black, sitting a bit further back, a book on her knees, making a face as if she'd rather be anywhere else. But she came. James couldn't surpress a grin. She waved at her and Sirius barely lifted her hand to wave back. But she waved back. They'd better be winning today.

James had never gotten changed this quickly after a game. She tore off her jersey, hastily replacing it with an oversized shirt and swapped her gymshorts with regular denim shorts, basically jumped into her converse, tying them sloppily and ran out the locker room. She needed to catch Sirius. They had indeed won but to James big disappointment, Sirius had immediately vanished. If she wanted any chance to talk to her she'd have to hurry. And God, did she want to talk to her.

She stormed out the school and saw Sirius walking down the street. Her black ponytail bouncing at every step.

"Hey, wait!" James ran, to catch up to her. Her heavy sportsbag was slamming into her side and she almost fell over her shoelaces. Sirius stopped and turned, watching her with a mixture of judgement and fondness.

"Don't fall."

"Trying not to." James was once again, trying to catch her breath. "Why did you leave so early?"

Sirius started walking again.

"I can't be late. My parents will get pissed." Her pretty face was pulled into an angry frown. James had the faint impression that Sirius wasn't too fond of her parents.

"Mind if I walk with you?"

"Suit yourself."

They walked quietly for a moment before Sirius broke the silence.

"You played well. I get why they don't want to loose you. And...it seemed like you had a lot of fun." She looked over to James with something she would have read as longing if she didn't know better.

"I did have fun. Maybe you should try it out too sometimes."

Sirius snorted.

"Absolutely not. I hate running. And I can't throw."

"You can't?"

"You should see me in P.E. I almost dislocated my arm during athletics once."

"Really? I would have thought you are quite capable after what you did to Rodneys nose."

"I am. I am just...bad with balls."

She said the last part so pointedly that James heart started beating a little faster. Had this been on purpose? Or was she overinterpreting?

She had spend the last couple weeks trying to find out whether Sirius might be into girls, but had not come to a conclusion. As far as she had found out, Sirius had never been with a boy or a girl. Her nails were long but that didn't have to mean anything. And now this.

They crossed a couple streets, James directionlessly walking beside Sirius while they talked about the game and math and what on earth was going on with Patricia Mallocks dating choices recently. They agreed that she could do better. Finally, Sirius stopped in front of a friendly looking yellow house.

"This your house?" James asked.

"No," Sirius pointed down the street towards a dark townhouse. "But I can't let you walk me there. My parents...my parents are a bunch of racists and you are pakistani."

"Half," James corrected.

"Anyways, you are brown. And if they see me with you they will probably have a heart attack." She paused, thinking. "Actually maybe you should join us for dinner!"

James laughed hard.

"Oh no thanks. I don't want to get you into trouble. I'll just go."

"I get myself in trouble all on my own," Sirius replied and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Then she looked at James and gave her a weak smile. "Thanks for walking with me. Talking to you was...nice."

James heart skipped.

"Yeah, me too. I mean, I liked you too. I mean I liked talking to you!" She let out a nervous laugh. Sirius looked amused.

"We should do that more often. Maybe." Then she turned and walked towards the dismal looking building.

James grinned the whole way home until her cheeks hurt.

**

James was on her way home from weekend practice, taking a shortcut through the park when she saw a familiar face. Sirius was sitting on a parkbench, wearing a large denim jacket, a mini skirt and heavy boots. She looked completely different than she did in her school uniform, so James had to do a double take to check if it was really her. And she was smoking.

James got off her bike and approached the other girl.

"Having an underage smoke your majesty?"

Sirius looked up to her, seemingly unconcerned.

"You want a hit?"

"Sure." James plopped down on the bench next to her. She actually didn't smoke, bad for athletes. But the desire to put something between her lips that had just left Sirius' was too strong. She took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, immediately choking on the smoke. And there was something else...

"Is that weed?" she coughed. Sirius laughed.

"Are you surprised?"

James nodded, honestly. Sirius smirked and pulled on the joint entirely unbothered.

"Calms me down."

"You always seem calm to me."

"So it's working."

James rubbed her thighs.

"Nice outfit. Suits you."

"Thanks. Had to climb out the window. These shoes are difficult to hide in a bag."

James frowned.

"What?"

"My parents would never let me leave the house like this. Really they won't. One time I tried and mother pulled me back by my hair."

She dropped that information so casually as if it were an everyday occurrence. Maybe it was. James felt angry. Noone should be allowed to hurt someone like Sirius. She tried to banish the thought of Sirius screaming as her mother...

"Don't feel bad for me. I'm handling it just fine." Sirius interrupted her worries and lifted the joint. James frowned but didn't say anything. She was staring at her fingers, still grimly imagining what she'd like to do to Sirius parents when suddenly, a soft fingertip brushed over her earshell. Her heart almost stopped and she could feel the heat spreading from her ear over her neck down her back.

"Did that hurt?" Sirius asked.

"The helix?"

"Yes."

James shrugged.

"Not to bad. Just like if someone pinched you really hard."

Sirius hummed thoughtfully.

"I want to get piercings too. But I can't get any facial ones until I've moved out. So one more year...Maybe I should get a bellybutton one. I could hide that..."

"Would suit you. And if you need someone to hold your hand..."

"I don't." Sirius quickly said. "But thank you."

James streched out her body a little and risked to take a closer look at Sirius. She really looked great today. She always looked great of course, but today her hair was open, falling over her shoulders like black silk. Her perfectly plump lips looked like freshly fluffed up pillows. Even the constant shadows under her eyes looked good, made her more attractive even.

"Your parents sound like a handful," James finally said.

Sirius snorted bitterly.

"They aren't a handful. They are an entire metric ton of bullshit. I can't fucking wait until I can leave this bloody house." She looked grimly. Something in James head suddenly clicked.

"Oh, so that is why you want to win so badly. That's why you need the scholarship. So you can leave."

"I want to win because I like winning. But...yes. You're right." She sighed and took another hit of the joint. "I wish I wasn't related to them. I hate everything about them."

James nodded quietly.

"Must suck."

"It does." Sirius paused and frowned. "You know...I don't have a lot of friends. I mean...I don't know if I have any, really. I mean I have the club. But that's different, right? It's just...it's just so hard to connect with people. I feel like I can't get it right. And if I really try and do get it right I feel awfully drained after. Seems so easy for you..."

James put a hand on her shoulder without thinking but Sirius didn't even flinch.

"I am sure there are a lot of people that would like you. If you just let them in. I mean, I like you."

Sirius looked at her thoughtfully.

"I think I like you too."

"Oi Evans, looking good today! New hairdo?" James hollered after Lily passing her in the hallway. But the red head just rolled her eyes and kept walking. James sighed. Still no luck there.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her shoulder, neatly manicured fingers tapping on her collarbone.

"Well well well, James. Looks like she's not into you at all." Sirius voice was way to close to her ear. James could smell her perfume. She turned to the other girl who was smirking beside her, felt her heart flutter almost painfully and realized: She didn't have a crush on Lily any longer. She had hit on her almost out of habit, but Lily didn't make her feel like that. Sirius did. This wasn't just a simple crush anymore. This had become one of these life altering "being down bad for a potentially straight girl that will haunt your dreams for years to come" kind of moments. And that opened up a whole new can of worms.

**

James nervously plucked on her hair, despite knowing it would never really sit right and she'd mess it up within seconds anyways. She was nervous. Sirius was coming over to study and plot for the upcoming competition. The "Prime Days" were two weeks out and Sirius was getting increasingly itchy.

James grades had shot up back to straight As and it all looked like she would be able to play softball unbothered next year. But she was quite certain that she didn't want to leave the math club. Not as long as Sirius was still in it.

She impatiently looked out of the window and soon saw a black Rolls Royce pull up. Sirius climbed out of it.

Sirius would have looked great even in a potato sack and this skill was desperately needed right now, since this was what she seemed to be dressed in. Her whole, beautiful, body was obscured by this awful looking brownish sack-dress with a peter pan collar. Her hair was braided and made her look like a Wendsday Addams caricature.

Taking after her lookalike, Sirius angrily stared after the car until it vanished down the steer, then she visibly relaxed and proceeded to put down her bag and ducked behind a hedge. When she reappeared she no longer wore the abhorrent dress but instead a tight black cut-out top and a black denim skirt.

James was done staring.

"Trying to look good for me?" she hollered out of the window. Startled, Sirius looked up and then proceeded to flip her off.

James grinned and bounded downstairs. Sirius was still busy unbraiding her hair when James ripped the door open.

"Hey!"

"Hi."

James sat on the edge of her bed, her book on her lap, Sirius was leaning against the headboard, long legs outstretched on the bed. She looked gorgeous. From head to toe actually. Even her bare feet looked good to James. Bloody hell, what kind of thought was that? Since when was she into feet? Maybe she was just really into Sirius...

Sirius looked up from her laptop and smirked up at her through a couple strands of her open hair that had fallen into her face.

"Do you think I don't notice the way you stare at me?"

James froze. Panic rose up in her. This could be bad. Or good?

"I'm sorry," she choked out.

"I wasn't complaining." Oh. So it was good then. She hesitantly turned her head and met Sirius' intense gaze. Fuuuck she was so hot.

"You weren't?"

Sirius put her laptop aside and shifted towards her until her legs were dangeling off the bed next to James'.

"I like it when you look at me. Makes me feel...seen."

James nodded eventhough she wasn't sure she fully comprehended Sirius' words. She was a little distracted by her eyes and her lips and the curve of her breasts under that godforsaken top and the way she smelled...

Sirius leaned in. Just slightly but discerningly enough to leave no doubt. James heart was jumping in her throat. Was this really happening? Only one way to find out. She closed her eyes and leaned in.

Sirius' lips turned out to be exactly as soft as they looked. They interlocked with James' effortlessly, like they'd never done anything else. Sirius hand softly wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer until she pushed James glasses off her nose. They both giggled into the kiss and James lowered Sirius gently onto the bed, burying one hand deeply in the silky hair before she pressed butterfly kisses all over her face and neck.

**

"Nervous?" James asked while squeezing Sirius' hand under the table. Sirius shook her head and squeezed back.

"We're going to win this. If you can focus, Potter!" She smirked. James blushed a little and ruffled her hair.

"I'll do my best." She gave Sirius a bright smile and squeezed her thigh. Sirius leaned in and whispered:

"If you do well, I'll have a special price for you later."

James shivered and grinned. Yeah, she was going to give it her all. She implored her brain to not leave her hanging now.

It didn't. James rushed trough the questions with ease and so did the others. Sirius' strict preparation regime seemed to have been successful and the group left the first day of the "Prime Days" Challenge with a good feeling.

"I think we might actually win this," Sirius beamed. James hadn't seen her this elated since...well since something that had happened six weeks ago. For the first time at least. James wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned in to kiss Sirius' cheek when she was harshly pushed away.

"James!" she hissed. "We've talked about this!"

"Sorry...I just thought since we're out of town..." James felt as if she'd been kicked in the stomach and Sirius expression turned from angry to guilty in an instant.

"James...I'm sorry. I..." she looked around then grabbed James' hand and pulled her aside. "I'm just worried my parents are going to find anything out before I can move out. You...you don't know how bad they can get." Sirius stared on her loafers, brows furrowed. James reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

"You could live with me...I mean, if it gets to bad. You could always come to me. My parents won't mind, they love you."

Sirius looked up, perplexed and touched.

"James..." she grabbed James free hand and intertwined their fingers, then leaned her forehead on James' shoulder. "I'm so glad I met you."

James pulled her into her arms, squeezing tightly and inhaled Sirius' intoxicating scent. She would figure something out to help her girlfriend. And if she had to fist fight Sirius parents personally. This girl deserved better and, from now on, James would make sure she got it.

[digitallovergirl]

　　⚔ MY LITTLE WARRIOR

🦉 . . . Annabeth Chase x daughter of Athena! reader

in which: At first, you thought Annabeth didn't like you. Turns out she's just really hard to read.

authors note: this is for my pookie @chqsing-annabcth because she asked me so nicely to make her a annie fic!! also I think I'm a little obsessed with making platonic fics now. 🤭 literally about to become a whole series atp.

warnings: mentions of a nose bleed like two times & Annabeth being impressed older sister (ik, crazy.)

Being a child of Athena was probably one the the most exciting things to ever happen to you.

Ever since you were a kid, you've been at the top of your class. Mostly because your dad was a book and math nerd, but because you wanted to make him proud. You hated when you couldn't understand something, or you couldn't answer something that seemed so simple. You were a perfectionist, and it was something you loved and hated about yourself.

So, when you were claimed after winning you first Capture The Flag (downright, the coolest way to get claimed,) you bet that you were happy. Now you had a reason to act the way you did. The Athena kids were happy, you were happy, it was a win-win.

Expect for, what it seemed to be, Annabeth.

and yes, I'm talking about Annabeth Chase. Blonde haired, Grey eyed, Counselor of the Athena cabin and Hero of Olympus—didn't seem to want a new camper in her cabin. Which at first, it hurt your feelings. Was it too much to ask for some love? but after thinking about it, why care? sometimes people aren't going to like you, and that's okay.

But deep, deep down, you knew that it was more than that. It was bad enough that you were a perfectionist, but a people pleaser too?

You try not to think about the possibility of that being a thing. By doing what you might ask? sword fighting. It gave you a reason to fight the Ares kids (who always has something to say about how you looked,) and forget about your issues.

But currently, you were getting your butt handed to you by an Ares kid. Originally, you were supposed to be sparring with a whole different camper, but they ended up backing out.

The older camper held the sword to your neck. "What are you going to do now, hm?" He mused. "not like I expect you of all people to be able to beat me anyways."

"What in Hades is that supposed to mean?" You clapped back, your curls falling in front of your face. "implying that I can't fight?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

Your eyes narrowed. "Do you ever shut up?" you asked. You knew what he would say, but starting an dumb argument would give you more time to think.

"Nah, I like to talk—" Before he could finish, you grabbed his arm, twisted it so his sword fell, and caught it. "Now, next question: do you give up or are you going to keep on getting tricked?" You asked, wiping your bloody nose with your free hand.

"like I'd ever let an Athena's kid beat me.." He started, but quickly stopped when he looked over.

There stood a not-so-happy (and a slightly impressed) Annabeth. She had her arms crossed and she was staring daggers at the Ares kid.

"Actually, you know what? I give up. Take your win or whatever." He said quickly. You moved his sword from his neck and dropped it.

"Well that was quick, guess it's just another point for me-" You looked to the side and saw Annabeth. "Holy sh—I mean, hey Annabeth." You said as you took off your helm and held it.

"You know, the strategy you just used was a pretty good one." She said as she walked up to you.

"Really? you think so?" you asked in a surprised tone. She bent down to your level and placed a hand on your cheek. "Yeah, I do." She smiled, running her fingers over the cuts on your face. "Does it hurt when I do that?"

"Not really." You shrugged, leaning into her touch.

"Good. I don't wanna hurt my little warrior. " She took her hand off your cheek. "Anyways, I'm bring you to the infirmary. I'm pretty sure you should be a lot more tired than you are currently." Before you could say anything in protest, she picked you up and threw you over her shoulder.

"Hey! I did not agree to this!" you said in-between giggles. Who knew that Annabeth had a soft side, am I right?

[jtl-fics]

Math nerd for wip Wednesday please? Something about the upperclassmen?

WIP Wednesday (7/19/23) | Math Nerd AU

Matt had not known what to expect with his new roommate. He had seen the tapes and had heard Kevin's impassioned speeches about how they needed this kid to push the Foxes to the next level, how Neil Josten's ability would allow for Kevin to play at his best. He had even seen what Kevin had meant when he had insisted that the kid was a fan of his considering his style of play.

Unfortunately the statement had riled the other Striker up quite a bit. Seth had seethed at the implication that his own talent and ability was worthless just because he didn't mesh well with Kevin.

The way Kevin had looked down his nose at Seth's statement was really the only reply any of them had needed.

He thinks wistfully of his summer spent with Dan and not having to listen to that asshole talk down to them. He pulls into a spot in front of the tower and sees an unfamiliar car in the lot. Moreover he sees dark brown hair just barely over three different cardboard boxes.

He climbs out of his car and grabs one before the kid can topple over and finds the box to be far heavier than he had anticipated, but not heavier than he could handle. "Whoa, hey there do you need help?" he asks.

The kid blinks up at him, "Thanks for that. Yeah, if you wouldn't mind?" he asks and Matt can admit that he's charmed by the awkward smile on the kid's lips.

"No, not at all." Matt he says, "Want me to grab something else?" he asks.

"No, I'm fine." he adds.

"Ok, if you're sure." Matt smiles, "Where are these going?" he asks.

"Third floor, room 321" he says and Matt freezes for a moment before falling into step next to the kid.

"Uh, is your name Neil Josten by any chance?" he asks opening the door since he was carrying less.

"That's me." Neil says, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." he says as he raises his foot to hit the up button on the elevator.

Matt looks at his roommate. "Matt Boyd, I'd offer my hand but..." he says lifting the box up with a smile.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Hi there!

I hope you're doing well. 🙂

My random question is (because I think you've mentioned DND) : For someone wanting to start playing dnd, what advice would you give?

Thank you for asking! Always exciting to see somebody else getting into D&D. I haven’t played as much as others, but hopefully this will help get the ball rolling.

First rule everyone should know: No D&D is better than bad D&D

We’re all here to have fun, so if you're not having fun then you should stop

It doesn’t even have to be because you’re having a problem with a person at the table, it could just be the story everyone is telling is just not one you want to participate it

We have a limited time on this earth, don’t force yourself to do something you don’t really want to do

Next, don't do a paid campaign for your first game

There are a lot of paid campaigns online and while I'm not opposed to the idea, you're still learning and so shouldn't have to pay for a DM

If you don't have somebody to play with in person, check out your local gaming store to see if anybody is running a game, failing that, roll20 and D&D Beyond forums are a good place to start

Once you find a group, make sure to communicate any boundaries or triggers you have early

This is a role playing game and depending on the game, things can get intense, so make sure you're at a table that will respect those boundaries

After that, talk to the DM as much as possible

DMs want you to ask about the story they're trying to make, you're not bothering them with questions, I promise you

If you're having trouble figuring out a backstory, they're the best person to ask; and if they're being cagey about helping you, that's red flag

Also, try to get to know the other people at the table before game time

If you're playing with strangers, you should have a session zero allowing everybody to chat and get a feel for each other

These are the people you're going to be telling this story with, take the time to listen to them and ask about their characters

This is collaborative story telling, so communication and listening to each other is essential

I'd also recommend starting with a low level campaign (levels 1-3) to get a grasp of the rules

Staring with a martial character (barbarian, fighter, rogue, or monk), might also be best too as you don't have to keep track of spells

Of course, if a martial class isn't fun for you, disregard, I'm sure you can figure it out

I'd also say that at the minimum you should buy The Player's Handbook. The rest can come with time and necessity

D&D Beyond is also a really good resource when it comes to character sheets and creation

Also, remember that the game you're going to play isn't going to be like a live play or Baldur's Gate

You're a bunch of nerds playing make believe with more math; chances are a lot of it is going to be derivative, and that's okay

So long as you and everyone else at the table is having fun, that's all that matters

[oasisdawn]

Curious Brothers [1]

Sooo, I have over 90 pictures from this round. They are a crowded family of adults and have a lot going on. This will probably take 4 parts! These guys used to be my favourite household because they were all so nerdy.

The reason why I no longer say they're my favourite is Pascal is reminds me of my ex

Community sweetheart Vidcund reminds me of someone who failed to even become an ex! I'm still friends with this person and like our ol'Vidcund here he is hot. Sadly, can't say the same thing for Pascal xD (purely subjective - you are free to find Pascal hot, I just really didn't end that relationship under good terms. It wasn't bad it was just my ex was so fucking boring)

I haven't met anyone who reminds me of Lazlo or vise versa, yet. Still I'm 2/3 with Curious boys xD Anyways, here is Lazlo in his weed garden.

Brotherly bonding, shit talking Loki xD

Alright, first alien baby! And I've done the math and this baby is the first child that is born into the town. Brandi is the only other person who starts out pregnant but she is in her 1st trimester so baby curious is still the oldest.

I watched the cinematic for this one because I love it :D And we have a baby girl! I named her Cassiopeia because there is a supernova named Tycho in this constellation and it's long been my tradition to name this baby Cass if it's a girl.

Uncle Lazlo on duty! Pascal was very tired so he went to sleep, right after the birth.

Well, his last name is Curious. I think he would just go in. I don't think Lazlo has the patience to go back and get help.

oops, oh well.

Not related part of Singles and Ajay has come to welcome them to the 'hood!

Cundest of the cunds Vidcund is having an argument with Kristen xD

What the...?? Ajay just came up from nowhere and kissed Erin!

Lazlo gets in there to have a chat with her. They are getting along well!

Holy hell, Acr xD

Lazlo checked the girls out and he has one bolt with Erin so him and Ajay are basically fighting over her affections xD

hahahaha, in the fucking same place xD

Ajay is not out of the fight yet!

And he takes things to another level xD

Erin got a crush on Ajay now. Really E, from a butt grab? That did it for you?

I think someone wants to be boned by the town casanova

Behind the wall we have Gieke and Nervous getting along. Redhead came to visit the Curious boys, it must be the nerd signal they have up that he saw and Nervous was here because Pascal invited him over.

Okay, this is adorable. Two shy sims trying to flirt. I might go play Chester to see where this would go 👀I normally have Nervous move in with Olive but that happens after they build a relationship and he might just move to Downtown (where Chester is) instead. I think he had enough of the desert.

Next day, Vidcund wished to buy new clothes and I took him outside.

I still need more cc but I like this for now.

I also gave him a new haircut to remind myself of the friend more xD jokes aside guys, he looks like my friend so much. Only difference is the eye colour

Oh, look who just texted Lazlo... and he has a wish to ask someone out on a date!

will continue shortly!

[bisluthq]

https://www.tumblr.com/bisluthq/769132223521816576/uhh-i-hope-that-one-music-history-nerd-anon-is

Oooh I’ve been summoned! 🧞‍♀️ lol

Ok so owning your masters and 50% of royalties would be insane and I don’t think Taylor would get that much on self written songs.

I don’t know enough mathematically (numbers aren’t my thing and I could very well do maths and end up with a total of 143% instead of you know, 100% lol) or about current contracts to offer a confident estimate (most of my knowledge about older artists’ contracts come from them saying how they had a shit contract well after it had ended. The only real time info I can think of at the top of my head was Kesha and jojo because they spoke out about being trapped and not able to do what they want (very simplified summary, Kesha’s was a very unique situation of course) and to a degree Katy, but that’s more on vibes - like why is she working with dr Luke when she knows people won’t listen because of him? And she’s Katy fucking Perry, any number of hot songwriters and producers would want to be the one to get her out of her flop eras! So I think there’s something fishy going on there but I don’t know what and she’s said she’s not contractually obligated to work with dr Luke, so we might have to wait for her memoir in 20+ years to know what’s going on). Sorry, that was a long tangent.

But here are things to take into consideration if you were to sign and negotiate (but also, if you do, get a lawyer who specialises in music licensing/ publishing):

- the first royalties will always be recouping their investment, so if it costs $10k to make an album, you won’t see anything until you make at least $10, 000.01

- the minimum I’ve heard confirmed a label taking is 15%, the highest was almost 80% but that was a whole other world.

- the royalties are split many ways, the writers, the producers, the publisher, the mechanics (the people making the physical product like vinyl and cd, and the people putting it on streaming - a few publishers do this themselves now though) and depending on their contracts, the session players can be paid a one off fee or be entitled to royalties - this also applies to the vocalist. Then whatever the label takes

- everyone has a different contract, more in demand producers and writers can ask for a higher cut

- if 3 people write the song, that has to be split 3 ways (there have been cases where teams work out who gets how much of a song based on the number of lyrics and proportion of the melody they contribute)

- then if you have 2 producers, that portion needs to be split 2 ways

- if you are a writer and a producer you’ll get 2 portions of the credit but they might not be the exact same - writing might be worth 5% and producing might be worth 3% (again I’m bad at numbers though so I’m just pulling random numbers out of a hat)

- the publishing royalties will be a flat fee, let’s say 10% just because that’s a nice number.

- the mechanics will also want a flat fee, let’s again say 10%

- that’s 20% of royalties gone just to the business end, before your label and creators are paid.

- so from that, getting 50% royalties, unless you are the only writer and producer, would be very unlikely.

If you wanted 50% of royalties and your masters, depending on where you live and what your banks are like, you’d actually be better off applying for a business loan from a bank. This next bit will depend on your skill level in writing and production. To keep it clean, let’s say you ask for $10k. You use 30% to hire a producer and ask them to arrange the session musicians. You’re not going to get max martin, but you can still get people just starting out like yourself who can share a vision with you. You’ll probably need 20% of the money to hire a lawyer, self publish, make sure it’s copyrighted and all the other business side of things. Uploading music to streaming is super easy. If you wanted to press CDs and vinyl, you just place your order like you’re a retailer ordering branded stock. You’ll work with someone directly from the company, but you’ll be 100% responsible for the cover art, booklet, etc. depending on how many you press, will depend on how much of your budget it takes up. Again, depending on your abilities and what you do, you’ll need to hire a band to play shows with too — this stuff wouldn’t come from your royalties if you signed to a label, but it would cut into their investment in you and how long it takes for you to make money because the performer is usually the last to make money because they need to pay so many people first.

I’ve actually forgotten your questions now apart from the 50% royalties thing, so I’ll try to stop rambling 😆

But I’ll add, I’m a music history nerd because I love music and wanted to work as a writer and producer. I’ve been friends with a lot of musicians, some gigged, some got on radio, some never put themselves out there. I never put myself out there, never showed a song to anyone else except a few friends and thought I needed to get a “real job” before I could study how to actually produce music. I wish I did things differently. I don’t believe I’m too old to try now, because I sound like screeching tyres when I sing and don’t like attention, so I have no desire to perform, and you can work behind the scenes at any age. But I’ve only recently started learning protools and it’s much harder than I thought lmao because I can hear a fully produced song in my head when I write it, so I thought it’d be easy to recreate… no. At least not for me lol. So even though you didn’t ask for this advice, put yourself out there and go to open mic nights, busk, get good at your instrument if you play one, start a band or a duo, make friends and perform where you can and share ideas and bounce off of each others energy. You don’t have to stay in that band forever, you can look for a band to support your songs, or you can look for collaborators. Some people (especially drummers and bass players in my experience) just want to perform. They want to show up to rehearsal and then get on stage. People who play instruments with more melodic capabilities tend to have an interest in writing or shaping the sound more. You might get noticed one night doing an acoustic set with your guitar, or with your band, they might want to sign you alone or the whole group. But these are things that are good to know what and how you like performing before being signed and figuring it out when there’s more at stake. Fuck around and find out in the fun learning way! Get on YouTube and learn some production stuff and how to make a drum loop and all that. Don’t quit your job and move to LA or Nashville with just a backpack (unless you want to - do you) but get out there! See a vocal coach and learn good habits. Learn to read music - not necessarily a must, many musicians can’t, but it is helpful to be able to express yourself on paper in that way. I’ll stop now. Good luck! 🫶🏼🍀

super interesting!!