#oh well. guess I’ll just nerd out on my own

[sunnibits]

ok obviously I feel just as aggressively apathetic towards marvel as anyone else these days but I’m ngl having Loki reshape the timelines into the shape of fucking YGGDRASIL the fucking Norse WORLD TREE was a stroke of goddamn genius and I’m a little obsessed with it gotta be honest

[occamstfs]

No Need to Pledge, Just Drink.

Thanks for the Warm Response! Here's a shorter piece - Occam

It’s definitely not normal that they invited me to this party. It was a direct invite too, obviously. I wouldn’t show up unless someone explicitly asked. From what I understand frat parties don’t usually have a guest list, but I am not one to just wander in. 

Judging by how unpleasant this is so far I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have accepted Derek’s invitation at all. I start to look around for the nearest exits which is when Derek finally shows his face, approaching me with two drinks in hand.

“Sup bruh! I’m so stoked you could make it! This party is gonna be absolutely killer soon so I hope you can stick around!”

“Ah, well I was-”

“I brought you a little drink broski! I know shit like this isn’t your cup of tea so I figured you’d take the assist, this stuff’ll loosen you right up.”

I take the cup from him and just avoid wretching from fumes of alcohol coming from the cup now in my hand. I assumed it was just a beer but it looks like some horrible mixed drink.

“It’s Everclear and Hawaiian Punch bro! As soon as you get past the first taste you barely notice the burn!”

He continues to stand there as I fail to brainstorm a way out of at least trying this. I see a potted plant across the room and know my next move. I’ll give the drink one chance to get Derek off my back and dump it as soon as he turns his.

It’s honestly not as bad as I thought it would be, it doesn’t even seem alcoholic actually? It’s just sweet? Almost to a sickly degree. I don’t really taste the punch either, it's just… 

I start to take another sip before noticing that impossibly, my cup is already empty. I only took a sip though? Something, something is not right. I start to freeze up before Derek starts shaking me, his hand holding a second cup of the punch high above his head shouting, “Brooo! You just demolished that! Fuck! I’ve gotta see that again!” He shoves the second cup into my hand and begins to push his way back towards the punch bowl “Everyone outta the way! This nerd has got to have more to drink!”

I watch him longer than I should have, dumbfounded holding this drink that I didn’t want. Don’t want? My vision gets blurry as I watch him maneuver his massive body through the crowd. Woah, I guess this is what alcohol does? I feel myself start to grin watching him struggle to fill a two-liter with whatever that punch is. Jungle juice? Oh Shit? Is he bringing that to me? 

The DJ switches playlists and I feel excitement quickly start to build in my chest. I fuckin’ love this song! I start to inch towards the crowd before I’m elbowed in the face and my glasses fall directly into my cup.

“Hey dude! I need those to fuc- I need those to see” I instinctively shout as I look to see my glasses just peeking out of my cup. Before picking them out though, I notice that my vision is actually better now? Which briefly starts to set my veins afire once more, why have I been going to a fucking optometrist for years I start to think, clenching my jaw before I look closer into my cup.

This alcohol must really be getting to me or Derek is pulling another prank on me or something. My hair looks so stupid up like that. I start to move my hand to fix it before seeing my arm reflected. 

Or is that even my arm? It shouldn’t be? It’s the size of my head. I shouldn't be able to life something that size if I wanted to. I need to get some fresh air, or just some quiet space. I need to get out. I need-

“Party king coming through! Sorry bro I couldn’t get the bottle to fuckin work so I hope two more cups will do” I see two cups clenched in massive hairy, may as well be, paws starting to pass back through the dance floor. My own hand flexes and I drop my drink, spilling it all over my shoes as I bolt to find a bathroom. Cheers of “Party Foul” ring out as I dash, completely ditching my glasses without a second thought.

I weasel my way through the crowd feeling less agile than usual. Finding it much easier to shove these pipsqueaks out of the way than to squeeze between them before I find peace in the second floor restroom, miraculously without a line outside. I don’t question why I suddenly know the layout of this house as I slam the door and take a deep breath. Music still comes through the door as I reach for the light and prepare to look in the mirror.

The haircut was the least of my concerns. I look like a beast as I start to hyperventilate. I feel the music outside the room quicken matching my heartbeat, my newly 20/20 eyes stare into themselves as they turn from blue to a deep brown and visibly lose acuity. I feel my biceps pressing against the sleeves of my t-shirt narrowly avoiding a deliberate flex to rip the shirt apart. 

I notice a stink other than jungle juice coming up from my feet as I feel them beginning to push against the tongue of my shoe. I collapse to the floor and quickly struggle to untie my laces before squeezing my feet out. Immediately apparent are drastically rattier socks than I remember putting on to get ready for this party. Full of holes and stains, I dread knowing whose socks these are and what is happening before recognizing them as my own. Or really they could be any of my bros socks but who cares.

As soon as this thought pushes its way into my head a pit drops into my stomach. I am an only child, I don’t have any bros, or well, I have a house full of bros now right? Getting up off the floor I again glance into the mirror. My jaw is wider, my stubble itches but just like it always does, right? I put my face in my hands creating enough strain in my small shirt to force a tear down the back. Why am I wearing such tiny tiny clothes anyway? Must be Derek hazing me again huh. I think holding in a guffaw, I wonder how he got me in these?

I tear the rest of my shirt away before doing the same to my pants which is when I learn that I have apparently been going commando this whole time. Now free of these nerdy-ass clothes I flex in the mirror. Pecs popping like always, my bros always say the hair hides my pump but who cares bro I want to look like a man. I briefly shake my cock at myself in the mirror smirking and see laid out behind me are a change of clothes that Derek must have laid out for me. 

There are a pair of slides, some athletic shorts and a massive stringer that says “Party Prince” Bro! He must have made us matching shirts! 

I quickly start to change to match with my Bro and see cologne on the counter. I’m sure bro won't mind if I use it. Each spritz I feel myself fill out my tank even more, veins beginning to peak out down my arms and my package becomes even harder to miss in my shorts. I do a few more poses in the mirror before hearing a knock at the bathroom door.

“Bro you in there? The party’s dying without you bro!”

Hearing my big bros’ cry for help I get my head in the game. I’ve got to bring it tonight. I kick the locked door open, completely shattering the door frame as I cry out- “Who’s ready to drink tonight,” tossing the awaiting cup of jungle juice into the air over the crowd.

[nvoirs]

Pairing: Nerd Leon x Nerd female reader.

Disclaimers: P in V, both Leon and reader are virgins, unprotected sex, cussing and fingering.

-

“I’ve tested you on this one so many times, maybe we should just stop working.” You yawned, stretching your arms behind your head.

“Well ok then I guess.” Leon mumbled, placing his Bio textbook face down on your desk, adjusting his glasses to peer over at you. 

Oh. your tank top had ridden up and he could just see a tiny bit of your hot pink bra showing.

He turned red looking away quickly and coughing. “So uh I was wondering, have you ever been asked out?”

You perked up raising your head at his question, your top falling down into its original place. “Yeah one or two times, but more or less it was a prank. You know like hey let's see who can get in that nerds pants first kind of being asked out.” You shrugged your shoulders, not seeming bothered.

“Oh..” He stumbled over his words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know people could be so cruel..” You chuckled at him, tossing a hand in the air. “It’s no biggie, seriously Leon, and besides I already like someone.”

He froze at those words. You already liked someone? “Oh.. mind telling me who it is, I mean I am your best friend after all.” He grinned.

God he really had no clue, you wanted to kiss his stupidly perfect face so badly it hurt your heart a little. “Well I’m not sure about that.”

“Oh..” He looked dejected staring at his lap. You bit your lip feeling slightly regretful so you spoke up. “Well I could give you clues.” Leon’s head shot up after that. “Yes I’d like that.”

“Well..” You sat cross legged. “He’s taller than me, has a nice physique and he just has the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.”

Leon huffed, “That’s so generic, I’ll never get the right answer.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“Wait, you didn’t let me finish yet.” You poked him in the side. “Oh ok.” He said sitting up, you wouldn’t be surprised if he grew a tail and it started to wag.

“He’s got the softest hair, it's a nice sandy colour, his eyes are the shade of the ocean and he’s my best friend but I don’t know how to tell him.” You choked on the last word staring at Leon, hoping that he felt the same.

He couldn’t believe his ears, you liked him? This was the greatest news he’d ever heard and he wanted to spin you around and around and- 

“Leon, are you ok? Sorry if you don’t feel the same I-”

He captured his lips on your own, grabbing the fabric of your tank top and grasping it. You gasped when he let go, your lips popping and you stared at him starstruck.

“That was my first kiss..”

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” You grabbed him by his t-shirt going back in for round two. At first Leon was hesitant, not wanting to go too far. He’d tried to learn how to kiss good multiple times, so he just hoped he was doing good. You both crashed onto your bed, Leon caging you between his arms so as to not crush you. His tender kisses he was leaving down your jaw and neck made the sensations in your stomach burst, you could feel yourself becoming wet from his kisses grinding up on him.

The string of spit that left your lips still connected to his made Leon hard. He wiped it away looking at you. Flustered and the shade of a tomato, he wondered if you wanted to take it further.

“Leon please, I need you.” You whispered. He nodded at you squeezing your calf. “How about we revise first?” You looked at him confused. “You can’t be serious Leon.” He shook his head at you, “Not what you're thinking, we can visually revise our human anatomy now can’t we.” You were lost for words, how was this the same guy that begged you to play monopoly with him.

“I’d love it.” You watched him kneel in front of your sprawled out body. “May I?” He looked at your shorts. “Yeah please take it off.” He nodded, pulling off your shorts, and slowly began to peel off your panties. The strings of slick that were attached made him groan, a noise you’d never heard before.

“Fuck me.” He whispered under his breath, once he had a crystal clear view of your pussy and your cute clit. “Leon, are you ok?” You said worriedly, beginning to shift.

“I’m fine, just relax baby just relax I got this.” “Wait Leon, I’m.. I’ve never done this before so please be gentle.” Leon paused, “It’s ok baby we’re just two virgin morons trying to figure it all out.” That made you laugh, holding his hand tighter.

His singular finger that ghosted over your pussy began to spread your folds. Collecting your fluids and smearing them over his double digits. He found your clit with little to no effort, and began to slowly circle it. That made you whine, your whole clenching on nothing as he began to get faster and faster. He stopped all of a sudden the build up stopped. He began to ease his finger inside your pussy, causing you to whimper and shiver against him.

When his finger was half way in he started to pull it out again before pushing it backing in. He pumped his one finger in and out to get you nice and stretched for his cock. “More.” You said hoarse, gripping Leon's free hand. “Ok.” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he added another digit. You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers as you came harder than you had ever done with your own fingers. You groaned as he removed his fingers from your cunt before shakily sucking one tasting your juices.

“You taste so good, I want you to sit on my face.” He whined on his knees in front of you, he was begging for it. You pulled your t-shirt over your head brandishing the fuschia coloured bra you were wearing. “Maybe next time, I just want to uh… do it you know?”

He raised a brow at you, a quizzical expression splayed across. “Oh ok I get it, so you want me to fuck you?” your throat turned dry and your words were stuck inside the tunnel of your dry throat. “Yes.” You whispered, hoping he even heard your answer.

Leon had you lay back on the comfort of your soft pillows, propping one leg onto his shoulder (He’d seen the position in a porn video) before lining himself up with your entrance. “Relax f’me yeah? I’m just as nervous as you, Jesus.”

He bit his lip, holding back a moan as your warm, firm hole squeezed him as he pushed through the ring of muscle. “Oh fuck your so.. Tight, I don’t want to cum yet.” He pushed in further before his hands landed on your hips, showing that this was all new to him. You gasped as he began to rut into you, his hips moving gently to lessen the pain of popping your cherry.

“You're so pretty you know that? God I love watching your tits when we’re studying.” He groaned into your ear, hot breath fanning over it causing shivers to erupt though your body. “Perv.” He smiled at that, the boyish grin he had made your stomach flutter. “Leon... I'm gonna cum.” You drew him nearer with your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips trailing over as you both moaned.

“Come for me then baby, don’t hold back.” With his hair falling in front of his face and his hands tightening around your hips to push you into the bed, Leon murmured to you. He spread your thighs apart with one hand while massaging your clit with the other. As he played with the small bundle of nerves between your inner thighs, his fingers moved sensually and at a medium rhythm. As you clamoured and squeezed around his cock.

“Ngh leon I’m cumming fuck!” You grinded against him as you came wrapping your legs around his waist like a spider's web. “F..fuck me to.” He sealed his eyes shut before pulling out of your little hole cumming all over the mound of your pussy.

“That was amazing.” You were out of breath as you tugged leon down next to your own body. Sprawled out like this not giving a shit that your Bio exam was tomorrow. “Yeah it was great, so does this mean we’re a thing now?” He stammered, twisting and pulling at his fingers.

“Of course.” You cupped his face in your hands, his soft skin dimpling between your fingers. You kissed his dusky moles, his cleft and lastly his forehead.

[mvjerbs]

 “Ami! I was going to pay for us!” Kenji complained as he walks out of the restaurant together with Ami who continues to ignore his complaints. She had called him for another exclusive interview but eventually got distracted and started chatting about other things, sharing tea and gossip about other players and people. Ah, the perks of being friends with a journalist.

“Amiii, let me pay you.” Kenji whined causing Ami to sigh in annoyance.

“Oh, just let it go already. I don’t want to feel like a leech! Besides, I was the one who asked for the meet up therefore I am the one who is obliged to pay for us.” Ami reasoned.

“But I have money to burn. Lots of it!” Kenji replied, raising his arms up in the air to prove his point. Ami only rolls her eyes with a smile, still not giving into the offer.

“Ok millionaire, I gotta go now. Chiho is waiting for me to go home.” As if on cue, Ami’s phone rang causing both to look at the source of the noise. Ami fished out her phone from her bag and answered the call, but before she could say hello, Chiho’s voice yelled ‘Mama!’ loudly causing Ami to flinch away from her phone for a moment. Kenji laughed which earned him glare from her.

“What a timing. I’m guessing she’s going to ask you to buy something for her?” Kenji said. Ami replied with a nod before waving goodbye to Kenji who, in turn, waved back before heading to where his Motorbike was parked. As he walked to the parking lot, he passed by a bookstore where he found the brightest and the most eye catching storybook he has ever seen that even got himself hypnotized. Kenji has to admit, he has never seen anything quite like it before, it was adorable and brightly colored. Something Emi would like, it’s been awhile since he last bought her a story book and Kenji decides it was perfect for her. Well, appearance wise that is, he has to check the contents of the book to make sure if it was suitable for her. With the decision in his mind, Kenji walks in and went to the children’s corner where he found the book he was looking for. He read the story for himself to check and was satisfied with it, he turns around to head to the cashier and pay for it only for him to run into someone he didn’t expect to meet. Just a few feet away from him with a basket full of books on one hand while browsing the shelf was-

“Agamatsu?”

The man turned to Kenji and his eyes widened from surprise.

“Sato?” Juro called. The initial shock wore off from Kenji and was now replaced with a smirk.

“Well, it’s a surprise to see you here Agamatsu. What are you doing in the nerd shop?” Kenji asked. Juro turned to fully face Kenji as he gave him his own smirk.

“Was going to say the same thing, but the children’s book says so otherwise. What’s that for? Don’t tell me you let your dad read you bed time stories” Juro replied.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, bookworm” Kenji said in a mocking tone. Despite the insults being thrown at each other, they both felt a strange sense of playfulness in each word causing them to feel slightly comfortable around each other. In fact, Juro merely laughed at what Kenji said causing him to smile. Juro eventually calmed down before asking a favor.

“Hey, listen. Let’s timeout for now, I need help on something.” Juro said, surprising Kenji but nonetheless obliged from the request.

“I honestly thought you forgot about that since it has been months, nor did I expect to do this again with you but I’ll bite. What do you need help with?” Kenji said, curiosity over coming him.

“Of course I wouldn’t forget it, it was something unexpected, but anyways. I need help looking for a book series. The birthday of my friend’s sister is coming up and she has been wishing to get this series as a gift.” Juro explains. Kenji nods along, finally knowing the purpose of the ‘timeout’.

“What do you have so far?” Kenji asked as he peered into the basket.

“So far, I only found 2 parts which is the series’ book 2 and 4.” Juro continued while picking up both books to show to Kenji. 

“I need to have all 5 parts of the book series but I can’t find the rest and I have circled this god forsaken bookstore 4 times already.” Juro complained, looking slightly frustrated at the situation he is in. Looking closely, Kenji could see the exhaustion from walking and looking around. No wonder he’s desperate enough to ask help from him.

“Alright then, I’ll help. Where do we start?” Kenji asked slightly lifting his sleeves to emphasize his seriousness in helping. Juro smiled at the gesture. Both immediately got to work and spent the whole time in the bookstore digging, asking, searching, and complaining about how some costumers won’t return books to where they were originally placed and how it cost them their energy (the other parts were scattered in different parts of the bookstore). Eventually, they found the rest of the parts, all except for the last. Kenji was starting to feel frustrated and Juro was in the verge of giving up, he turned to Kenji to tell him that they can stop then when he was cut of by him.

“Juro, Look!” Kenji exclaimed and pointed. Juro followed the direction to where he was pointing and there he saw someone holding the last book that they needed. And from the looks of it, she was about to return it to the shelf. Both started to head towards where the woman was.

“Excuse me ma’am, I just wanted to ask if you were going to buy that book you are holding?” Kenji asked, catching the attention of the woman causing her to turn around.

“Oh, no I’m not. In fact I was just about to put it back on the shelf. Do you want this book?” The woman asked, pointing at the book.

“Yes please ma’am, thank you so much. You have no idea how long we have been looking for this.” Juro thanked her, both him and Kenji let out a sigh of relief. Their book hunt was now finally over after hours of searching.

“Well, it’s a good thing you both found me before anyone else can-“Before the lady could finish and hand over the book, someone passed and snatched the book away from them and proceeded to walk away.

“Wuh- Hey! That’s ours!” Kenji yelled, pissed because someone had the audacity to snatch the book from them after finally finding it. The man turned to and proceeded to give them a dirty look.

“Yours? You don’t seem like the type to read these type of genre. You don’t seem like the type to read at all. Besides, she was putting it back so I’m claiming it.” The man replied and left, leaving no chance for Kenji to speak.

“Son of a-“Kenji was about to march over to the man, ready to fight for the book when Juro grabbed his arm causing him to stop.

“What are you doing? We should go after him.” Kenji asked, anger evident in his face, but he noticed that Juro’s expression was the opposite. He was strangely calm for someone whose gift was stolen from him. Kenji wonders what he has in mind.

“We will, but I have you ask you something.” Juro said, still staring at the man took their book. Kenji gave him a confused look but turned to him to show he was listening.

“How do you feel about going low?” Juro asked. Kenji smiled in response, glancing at the thief one last time before walking closer to Juro to listen to his plan.

“Fools, they should’ve grabbed it immediately instead of talking. Now my collection is complete!” the man said, smiling to himself as he walks into an aisle, browsing the shelfs and occasionally grabbing a book to read its synopsis. The man was engrossed on the book he grabbed that he failed to see Kenji approaching. As he got close, Kenji ‘accidentally’ bumps into the man causing him to drop all the books he had.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I really should’ve looked where I was going” Kenji apologized. Bending down to help the man in picking up the books he dropped.

“Maybe you should, idiot.” The man muttered loud enough to make sure Kenji hears it. Kenji gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to actually punch the man in the face. After collecting the books, he handed them back to the man and apologized once more before turning to leave.

The man continues to grumble while checking if he was missing any books, and he was. The man slowly started to panic as he wonders what he was missing and where it went before realizing which book was missing. It was also the moment when he realized who bumped into him. Enraged, the man dropped his books and started to look for Kenji, repeatedly chanting ‘thief’. It didn’t take long for him to find Kenji who was just an aisle away from where the man was, he was browsing and looking at the books he was passing by.

“YOU!” The man exclaimed loudly, causing everyone to turn to him including Kenji. Kenji swears he could hear steam coming out of his ear with how angry the man was as he was marching over towards him.

“YOU STOLE MY BOOK! WHERE IS MY BOOK?!” The man said, grabbing Kenji by the collar of his shirt causing him to slightly bend forward. The man was quite short compared to Kenji.

“Book? What book? Can’t you see I am trying to look for a book as well?” Kenji replied, standing back to his full height causing the man so slightly stumble forward.

“LIAR! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHICH BOOK YOU T-“The man shook Kenji angrily, but then he saw something at the corner of his eye. By the cashier, he saw the missing book that was being held and packed inside a bag by the cashier and Juro handing over the cash to pay.

It turns out, Kenji had stolen the book when he had accidentally bumped into the man and was passed on to Juro who was hiding behind a shelf that was close to the cashier. With book acquired, Juro heads for the cashier while Kenji walks away from Juro to serve as a distraction for when the man realizes one of his books are missing.

The man panicked, letting go of Kenji and started to bolt for the cashier.

“NOOOOO” He yelled out, the world seemed to slow down around him as he watched the cashier print out the receipt and handing it to Juro.

“Here you go sir! Thank you for shopping in-“The cashier yelped in surprise as Juro immediately grabbed the book when he noticed the man dashing for it. He held the book up and backed away from the man who was currently attempting to grab it from him.

“NO THAT’S MINE, YOU CANT HAVE THAT.” The man yelled, trying to get close to Juro and grab the book from him.

“Dude, I just paid for this!” Juro said, still keeping the book out of the man’s reach.

“NO GIVE IT BACK YOURE STEALING YOU THIEF.” The man said accusingly.

“Thief?! I just bought this, its on my receipt. You’re the thief here since you’re trying to take what’s technically my property!” Juro snapped back. This caused the man to throw a tantrum and was about to lunge at Juro when he was suddenly apprehended by the security. He continued to cry out as he was being escorted out of the building. Both Juro and Kenji watched as the man pathetically cried and hurl insults at them before eventually being thrown out of the store.

“Finally, that guy was gone. We have been waiting for an opportunity to do that since he kept disturbing other costumers.” The cashier said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“He does that all the time?” Kenji and Juro asked at the same time, both shocked at the revelation.

“All the time.” The cashier confirms and thanked them once again for shopping. After all the books were paid, both exited the building where they stood there for a moment to process the events that had transpired in the store.

“…do you think we went too low? I mean, we basically embarrassed the guy and got him banned.” Juro asked, finally breaking the silence.

“…nah, he deserved it.” Kenji said. Both looked at each other before bursting out in laughter, tears forming in eyes from how hard they were laughing. Eventually they both calmed down.

“Oh man, that was amazing.” Juro said, wiping the tear from his eyes as he slowly regained his posture. Kenji nodded in agreement, finally calming down from his own laughter.

“Alright. I should pay you for my book-“ Kenji said, reaching for his pockets to fish out his wallet when Juro grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Oh, No need. Take it as thanks for helping me out today.” Juro said, grabbing the story book out of the bag and handing it.

“Ughh, c’mon man. You’re the second person who paid for me today, let me use my money!” Kenji groaned and Juro laughed in response.

“Too bad. Suffer the rich people problems.” Juro replied, Kenji pouted but still accepted the book. He’s going to find a way to somehow repay him for it. As Kenji grabbed the storybook and noticed the contents of the bag.

“Hey, speaking of books. Are those Robotics and Engineering books?” Kenji said, pointing into the bag.

“Oh, yeah they are.” Juro confirmed, fishing out a book to show Kenji.

“Are they for someone as well? They must be a genius to be asking for that kind of book.” Kenji said, thinking about how his dad and the person might get along with their interests.

“No, these are for me.” Juro replied. Kenji looked at Juro with eyes wide in surprise.

“Yours? I didn’t think you were the type at all. No offense.” Kenji commented. Juro simply shrugged at him, looking at the book he has on his hand.

“It’s just a hobby of mine. Nothing much.” Juro said dismissively.

“Nothing much? Bro, my dad is the same as you and I still get impressed with what he makes. You should really show me some stuff, I could show it to my dad too.” Kenji said, Juro looked away while running his hand through his hair. A habit that Kenji notice him do often.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks again by the way. Our timeout can end here.” Juro said as he gave Kenji a soft smile, and Kenji mirrors it.

“Alright, I’ll see you later…nerd.” Kenji said, his smile now replaced with a smirk.

“Really? After you just learned about my hobby I’m a nerd now?” Juro said, playfully as he watch Kenji slowly walking away from him.

“It fits!” Kenji said, still smiling.

“Whatever, thief!” Juro yelled, causing a few people to turn to them.

“You can’t just say that out loud!” Kenji yelled back, now embarrassed as he noticed a few stares from people. Juro only laughed loudly. He watches as Kenji gets on his Bike and drives away while flipping him off as he drove past where he stood, Juro laughed harder and waved at him. As Kenji’s figure disappeared from his sight, he turns around and headed for his car that was parked not too far from him as well. On his way, he recalled the events that happened in the bookstore and Kenji’s laughter echoes in his mind as they laughed about what happened. Juro smiled, suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy inside, he made a new friend. As Juro steps into his car, he silently wished they could have another timeout.

[boredzillenial]

“Is That My Shirt?”

After befriending Jake and Marc, one night you find yourself growing a little closer to their brother, Steven.

Themes: college Au, boys are in separate bodies, f!freader is tipsy, mostly fluff, mention of morning wood

Wordcount: 1.2K

You’re sophomore year at college is going amazing so far. Classes aren’t too bad, your RA is lazy and can’t be bothered to keep alcohol out of the dorms, and you’d made fast friends with Jake. While you both often tore up parties around campus you also have a blast dragging his brother Marc out every once in a while.

Despite some initial sexual tension you’d had with Jake and then Marc you three found your friendship much more fun. So most nights Jake would end up with a girl and if you’d done your job of wingwoman right so would Marc.

Their other brother, Steven, is a bit different to say the least. Soft spoken, studies focused and honestly a bit of a nerd. Talking about anime and history whenever the chance arises. Spending most nights watching said anime’s or studying.

One particular night Jake and Marc had managed to find girls on their own and disappeared with them in the dorm building. So you, still piss drunk and now alone, wander back to your room. Banging on the door you giggle “Roomie, lemme innnnn.”

You roommate quickly unlocks the door, giving you a panicked look as she opens it a crack. “Hey, I’ve got a girl in here. Can you stay with your friends tonight please.” She pleads.

“Well-shit everyone’s gettin pussy tonight.” You grumbled “fineeeee, but you owe me.” You groan and stumbl back to the elevator. After what felt like way too long you land on the boys’ floor. You try as quietly as you can to get to their room and push on the door, it’s unlocked.

“Stevie,” you whisper far too loudly. “Stevie itsme donworry.” You giggle as you make your way inside the dark room. “ ‘m jus gonna crash here tonight. You’re brothers are gettin busy - I mean they’re busy t’night.” You laugh.

“It’s Steven…” he grumbles behind a pile of blankets. As you look closer you see he’s got his laptop set up in bed.

“Are you watchin’ anime inthe dark?” You ask as you pad closer, shivering on the cold tile in your party dress.

“What else should I be doing.” He says in a mixture of annoyance and confusion as he sits up. His face is half illuminated by the flashing screen and for a moment your drunken brain dredges up that old flutter in your stomach.

You quickly try to snuff out the rising feeling and slur “Oh, shit I’mso sorry.” You pout out your lower lip, “next party you’re comin’ withus!” You declare with a shiver. “Why’s it so cold in here.”

“I sleep better in the cold.” He shimmies to lay back down. “Just lay over there I guess.” He waves over to Marc and Jake’s bunk bed.

Your teeth chatter as you make your way over to a set of dressers. Unsure who’s stuff is what, you grab a soft oversized shirt and a pair of boxers at random. You glance over your shoulder and see Steven has returned to his original position, laying on his side facing the wall, anime continuing to play quietly infront of him.

Quickly you shimmy out of your dress an into the clothes you’ve commandeered. As you slip into the lower bunk your teeth begin to chatter. “You alright?” Steven calls over his shoulder.

“ ‘s cold.” You whine. “Can I - can I huddle for warmth?” You ask softly, alcohol inhibiting any sense of boundaries you would’ve normally had.

“You want a cuddle?” His tone lilts in surprise.

“Please, I’ll owe you bigtime m’kay?” You plead shivering in the cold sheets.

“Alright c’mon.” He rolls onto his back as you jolt out of the cold sheets and under the warm ones. “Gods your freezing!” He flinches as you press your cold form against his.

“Toldya.” You mutter as you shudder, the remnants of cold chased away by his warmth.

“Lemme just, my arm I need to -“ he sat the laptop across his legs as he sat up again, this time lifting his arm up. Instinctively you nestle right into the open space. His arm lays lightly across your back as you lay your head on his chest. Surprise raises your brows for a moment at how firm he is.

“That - works I guess.” He says softly, settling his arm around you. His gaze lingers on you as you settle in. You glance up a moment, something stirs in you as your eyes connect. “Is-“ he leans in squinting a bit “Is that my shirt?”

“Tell me about what you’re watching.” You quickly look back at the screen, trying desperately to stop yourself from doing something really stupid.

“You haven’t heard of The Last Airbender? Avatar is amazing! This is Aang he’s -“ The excitement in his voice becomes a distant hum as you slip from consciousness. The last thing you’re aware of are the soft circles his fingers make across your back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

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The first sensations that come to you are the throbbing of your head, the shaft of light across your eyes making you squint, and the warm body pressing tightly to your back. You shift a bit to avoid the harsh column of morning light filtering through the blinds, causing the arm around your stomach to tighten and pull you closer.

Steven hums sleepily, his face snuggled into your back. For a brief moment you relax into the embrace. The pounding in your head juxtaposing his warm soft embrace. Well, not entirely soft.

“Ah Steven.” You pat his hand in an attempt to stir him.

“Yeah love?” Still not entirely present his hips rolled slightly. Then like a freight train he gasps and jolts away from you. “Oh I’m so sorry I, oh gods I’m -.” He awkwardly climbs out of bed and hit the cold linoleum with a groan.

“Shit are you alright?” You sat up to see him sprawled across the floor. Keeping the blanket up to your neck for warmth.

“Yeah.” He grunts, staggering in his oversized pjs toward the mini fridge. Glass clinking and the rustle of plastic sound as he turns, in one hand a bottle of water. In the other - a prepackaged bottle of vanilla iced coffee.

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

“Oh no, these are Jake’s coffees. Figured he can share.” Steven shrugs, his face flushed as he awkwardly tries to cover his morning wood. “Sorry I- here.” He gently tosses the drinks on the bed and shuffles off to the bathroom.

You laugh weakly under your breath as you took the water, nearly emptying it in a long gulp. Next you crack into the vanilla coffee and sip slowly, blanket falling around your waist as you test just how much your headache will allow you to move.

You hear the shuffle of footsteps as you rub your eyes. “Look Steven I don’t care about your boner I-“ your sentence haults in your throat as you lock eyes with Jake, then Marc.

“Why are you in Steven’s bed, talking about his -” Marc’s eyes go wide.

Jake’s blow wide as well “and why are you drinking one-a my Iced Vanilla Lattes…”

Steven’s soft footsteps sound in the hall, as he rounds the corner his gaze flicker between his brothers and you. Marc and Jake look at Steven, then back at you. That moment will be forever cemented in your mind, Marc’s look of confusion, Jake’s expression shifting from cross to a shit-eating smirk, and Steven’s entire face now a ruddy hue as he tries to slowly back away.

“No no no get back here!” You hear Jake tease as he chases Steven out into the hall with a laugh.

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Part 2

MoonKnight Bingo Masterlist

Taglist: @moonknight-events @melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @romana-after-dark @moonknight-events

[mumms-the-word]

Hello my lovely friend!

I've chosen a song from one of my favourite musicals for you!

Hopefully it sparks some inspiration (I love this song I think i't so much fun)

Enjoy! <3

HELLO MY LOVE this is very late but I had fun writing it, so I hope that you enjoy it <3

(fun fact for those who don't know, which is probably most people, I am an avid broadway nerd and I listened to Wicked like...ad nauseam in my middle school/high school days so the minute I saw the title I had this song immediately in my head, which was very fun. As soon as I ran a few of the lyrics in my head I knew exactly what I had to write)

Anyways without further ado, I gift you with (drumroll pls)...some more Blackstaff Librarian x Gale fic ;)

under the cut and also on ao3 now

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Loathing

Gale x Blackstaff Librarian

After their initial encounter on the librarian's first day at Blackstaff Academy, Gale and the librarian now have fairly low opinions of one another. They both decide to vent to their parents about the other person (as one does when they hate someone).

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“Gale, darling, so good of you to join us for tea! Let me have a look at you. We haven’t seen you in a tenday, you know.”

Gale smiled and bent to exchange a strong, rib-cracking hug with his mother, the inimitable Morena Dekarios. He kissed her cheek as a greeting before letting her take his face in her hands so she could scrutinize him.

“Forgive me, Mother, the academy has required much of my attention the last several days,” Gale said, as Morena pursed her lips as she studied him.

“Have they been working you too hard? You look peaky.”

“I’ve been telling him that for days, Mrs. Dekarios,” Tara said, padding into the room. “He simply refuses to take care of himself.”

“Tara,” he chided, giving her a look. He took his mother’s hands and pulled them away from his face, squeezing them briefly. “I feel fine, I assure you.”

“Hmm.” She clearly didn’t believe him, but she let it go for now. “Well if you insist. Come, come have a seat, I’ll have tea ready in a moment. I want to hear all about how things are going over at the Academy.”

Gale blew out a long breath as he followed his mother onto her balcony and took a seat at the table there. “Where to start? We have a new librarian, for one.”

“Oh? Not another tired old Candlekeep retiree is it?” 

“No. No, she’s…young. Nearer my age.” Gale tried to picture her in his mind’s eye, to try and guess her age, and then quickly decided against it. The less he thought about the librarian, the better. 

“Oh?” Morena‘s eyes brightened with interest at that little fact. “Hold that thought, darling, I want to hear everything.”

She disappeared back inside to fetch the tea things while Tara hopped up onto the cushions that were stacked in her seat. That place at the table had been her teatime spot practically since the day Gale first summoned her. Though the cushions and chairs had been replaced over time, they were always placed in the exact same spot, with the cushions stacked at just the right height for her to comfortably look over the table’s edge and indulge in a spot of tea. 

Gale leaned closer to her and lowered his voice. “You haven’t said a word to my mother about our new librarian, have you?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Dekarios,” Tara said, licking at her paws to clean them for teatime. “Why would I talk about librarians of all things to your mother?”

The answer didn’t exactly allay any of Gale’s suspicions, but he let it go as Morena returned with the tea tray all prepped, including a plate of Gale’s favorite sandwiches and a shallow bowl for Tara's tea. She poured them each a cup and insisted Gale eat something before finally settling in her chair and taking a sip of her own tea. 

“So,” she said, cradling her cup in her hands and leaning forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Tell me all about this new librarian.”

“Well, for starters, she’s only been with us for a tenday and she’s already caused quite a…stir.” He frowned, recalling how she frog-marched him out of the library in front of a crowd of students and colleagues. “On her first day at the Academy she refused to let anyone into the library while she was ‘cataloguing’ and kicked out anyone who dared to enter. Ever since then things have only gotten worse.” 

“How so?”

“Well, she—she’s come up with this ridiculous new organization system for the books and it’s taken her days to rearrange everything. Now no one knows where to find anything and we’re all forced to ask her for assistance, which she seems to find exceedingly annoying.” 

Though perhaps it was only when he asked that she got annoyed. He ignored that thought for now.

“Her new system doesn’t make the slightest flicker of sense,” he complained. He should have left off two or three sentences ago, but he was getting worked up now, all warm under his collar. “It’s been a disaster. I’ve taken to hoarding books I need in my study just to keep track of them. Honestly, I don’t know what the Blackstaff was thinking, giving her the job—she has completely upended the entire academy with her little project to reorganize the library. She has delayed everyone’s studies in the process and she is maddeningly unhelpful if you ever try to talk to her. Most unprofessional, in my opinion. In fact, I think she is without a doubt the most infuriating woman I think I have ever met.”

“Oh dear, that does sound like a torment,” Morena said, though the way she smiled behind her next sip of tea suggested she was more amused than sympathetic. “How much are you forced to interact with her?”

“If I had my way it would be never,” Gale huffed. “But unfortunately the reorganization of the library has taken over her main office as well. Blackstaff Vajra has temporarily given her the empty study adjoining mine, so it is impossible to escape her entirely, now that we share a common room.”

“Roommates, is it?” Morena teased, smiling broadly. “I can’t recall the last time you were forced to share a room with anyone.”

“At Blackstaff? It must have been ages ago.”

He had shared camps and tavern rooms with his companions, back when he’d had an illithid tadpole in his brain and the entire world needed saving from a Netherbrain. But this was different.

After Gale returned to Blackstaff, he’d been given one of two empty studies clustered around a common room for use as his teaching office. But now Gale’s days of having both study and common room entirely to himself were over. Now, whenever he tried to enjoy a relaxing cup of tea or reinvigorate himself with a cup of coffee and a good book, she was there, passing through with arms full of books, her curls falling out of whatever hairstyle she had attempted to wrangle them into. Each and every time, she took one look at him behind her wire-framed glasses, glared, stuck her pert little nose up in the air, and stalked away. Before he could even so much as say hello or good evening.

Not that he wanted to, of course.

Any interest he had in her, any intrigue he might have felt, was quickly dissolving into pure and utter loathing. She was surly, rude, and waspish, she had no patience for simple conversation, and no care for the sheer amount of disruption she was causing across the entire Academy. Every time she saw him with a book in his hands, she glared. Every time they passed in the hallway, she glared. Every time he stepped into her chaotically catalogued library, she glared!

When he was fairly certain he hadn’t done anything reprehensible to her! She seemed to hate him simply for existing.

Her name was on everyone’s lips these days, to the point where he felt he couldn’t escape it. If she wasn’t there in front of him taunting him with her hazel-eyed glares, he was forced to hear of her while eating in the dining hall, trying to teach his classes, monitoring students during study hall, and even relaxing with his colleagues at the Yawning Portal. There was no escape from the Blackstaff Librarian. Not even in his own teaching study.

“And of course I’m expected to put up with it as the newest professor at the academy,” Gale finished, throwing up his hands, having related all of this to his mother as well. “Ridiculous.”

“Yes, dear, and it’s so good of you to martyr yourself by sharing rooms with her," Morena said, hiding another smile behind a sip of tea.

“What is that supposed to mean? And why are you smiling like that?” he asked, growing frustrated with her now too. The whole time he had complained, she continued to smile and chuckle and sit with her cheek leaning against her hand, a fond and amused look in her eyes.

“Oh, no reason.” Morena finished off her tea before lowering her cup back onto its saucer, that same smile still on her lips. She exchanged a subtle look with Tara, who gave a little amused squint of her eyes and then delicately pretended to be busy washing her face.

"You can't fool me so easily, Mother," he said. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing much, darling. I am only thinking that I should like to invite her over for tea.” She leaned back in her chair, her hands folded comfortably over her middle, and let her gaze trail off in the vague direction of Blackstaff Academy. "She sounds like a young woman I should get to know."

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In her sparse new temporary office, a certain Blackstaff librarian crumpled up the letter she had been trying to write and tossed it to the side, letting the balled-up parchment join about a dozen other crumpled-up letters on the floor. She huffed to herself and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment to write on, dipping her quill back into the ink.

Dearest Papa, she began. She continued with inane lines about her health, the weather, and how much she appreciated Blackstaff Vajra for offering her the position as Chief Librarian of Blackstaff Academy, as she had done in every other letter she started. She was determined this time not to ruin it by mentioning a certain annoying professor with whom she had had too many interactions already.

But inevitably, as it had happened in the other dozen letters before this one, he elbowed his way into her writing, just the same way he had elbowed his way into her library.

Regrettably, she wrote, nowhere is perfect and I’ve found that quite a few of my colleagues here at the Academy can be more than a little trying on my nerves. There is one man in particular, a professor with whom I must now share a common room, who is absolutely, without a doubt, the most provoking, vexatious, exasperating man I think I’ve ever had the displeasure to speak with. He is careless and arrogant and swans about the place as though he and not dear Vajra were the Blackstaff! I cannot understand how he of all people has been accepted to teach here, beyond that everyone must be fawning over his renewed status as a Chosen of Mystra and hero of that nasty illithid business down south. As though we do not have enough Chosens and heroes! He is constantly in my way, hoards books like a dragon, and seems to intentionally put himself where I must see or speak with him even when I expressly wish to avoid him. If I have to spend one more day sharing a common room with this most infuriating man I may just go mad. Do you know, just the other day I caught him sprawled out along the sofa of the common room like a Calishite pasha, filthy boots on the table—

But here she stopped, glaring down at the page. She was being untruthful, if not unkind. She had not yet caught him in a state of such blatant disarray—yet. She stared at her letter, her mind taking her back to two days ago when she had come into the common room, hoping for some peace and quiet, only to find him there.

He’d been stretched along the sofa, that was true, but with his ankles hanging off the edge and crossed, the soles of his boots mercifully away from both sofa and table (though dangerously close). He’d been reading when she entered, one hand cradling the book on his chest and the other combing absently through his dark hair, his lips pursed faintly as he studied the text. The setting sun had been streaming in through the windows, giving his lightly tanned skin an all-over bronzed look, and when he’d looked up as she entered the light caught his dark eyes in such a way as to dust the deep, rich brown of his irises with a sprinkling of bright copper. 

He was handsome, she’d give him that, but it only made her dislike him more. Handsome men always had a sense of arrogance and pride about them and his reputation had more than preceded him in that regard. Of course, it didn’t help that when he looked up, he’d instantly sat up all surprised—and then he had the audacity to look disappointed.

Disappointed!

Oh, she hated him. Absolutely, utterly, completely loathed him. 

Him, with his stupid little Mystra earring, and his fussy way of styling his long hair, and the way he pursed his lips when he was deep in thought, and the careless way he held books sometimes, his fingers tucked between pages—

Gods, she was thinking about his hands now?

She sat back in her chair, glaring at her letter, her face flushed and her lips pressed in a thin line. And then, after a moment, she crumpled the letter up, the same as the others. She gathered all the failed letters into a metal wastebin and, with a snap of her fingers, promptly set them all alight. The soft crackling of the flames did little to cool her off, however. 

She’d just have to write her father a letter another day, when her mind wasn’t so wrapped up in all the things she hated about one Professor Gale Dekarios. For now, perhaps it was best to simply give up and go home.

And perhaps take a cold bath to cool her flustered nerves.

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19 Reasons (Tim Drake x Reader)

It’s Tim’s birthday in my timezone, so I’m writing my first ever DC Comic post- yes- fiNALLY-

Summary: You said you wished your turning 19 year old Tim “Happy Womb Escape” by presenting a slideshow titled “19 reasons why I love Tim Drake.”

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“Guess what day it is?”

“19 July?” He didn’t even bat an eye, busy typing away on his computer without a care in the world.

“Seriously? Okay stop working,” you closed his laptop and shove it away to a corner, “you literally forget it’s your birthday today?”

He looks at you nonchalantly before crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised. “Well, it’s not that important?”

You gasped in horror, dramatically rolling up to his chest with your hand pressed to your forehead and the other clutching your heart. “ ‘Not important’? My own boyfriend saying his birthday is ‘not important’? Non!”

He rolled his eyes, playfully and lightly shoving you away as he smirked. You grinned.

“I’m going to show you why it’s important with this slideshow!” You placed your own laptop on his lap, the monitor flashing a slideshow titled “19 Reasons Why I Love Tim Drake”.

“Oh god. This is gonna be fun,” he joked.

“Before that, I would just like to say,” you started, clicking to the next slide, “ ‘Happy Womb Escape’ to you, Drake.”

“Wait wha-”

“Now first reason!” You clicked to the next slide, cutting your baffled vigilante as you cleared your throat to perform your lines.

“Number one! He’s Red Robin, Gotham’s best vigilante out there! Ain’t I ever seen another like him!”

“There’s Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, Lu-”

“STOP- THERE IS NO ONE LIKE YOU!” You groaned in frustration, making Tim chuckle. “Yeah but I’m basically just like them.”

“I ain’t see someone who single-handedly took down the Joker? Obeah Man? Got rid of the booty shorts of Robin? That’s a crime, by the way.” You said it in a “matter-of-fact” way. He snorted.

“Secondly! He’s the most hardworking man I know! But also he needs rest so take notes. Third! He’s the biggest, dorkiest dork on earth who loves machines, science, and he googles the most random things on the internet just to give me a fun fact later on out of the blue!”

“Fourth! His hair is fluffy as hell and it makes him very nice to pat on the head! Fifth! He’s a nerd! And that’s cute! Sixth, Tim is the smartest man I’ve ever met. I bet he could find the last digit of Pi in like 2 seconds in his brain. Seventh!”

Tim smiled warmly, soon becoming smug the more you went on with your points. He looked so proud.

“Seventh, is that he’s a bisexual icon! Enough said. Eighth! He lends me his sweaters and they all smell like him which is the nice part.”

“You stole them, you mean?”

“Shhhh, let the presenter speak. Anyways, ninth! Timmy bringing me to a burger joint on our first date and he didn’t judge me for it. I’ll tell you something I didn’t until now: I was pretty scared you judged me but you didn’t. So thank god.”

“I always judge you, Y/N, it’s alright,” Tim smirked. You looked at him with a frown, not amused. “Yeah, okay never mind, I should take this slide down.”

“Hey!” He said, grinning as wide as you were. “Next! Tenth! He watches over me even when he’s on patrol to make sure I’m safe!”

“You… know? I thought I was pretty well hidden…” he blinked in surprise.

“Tim, you may be a detective and that’s exactly the point. It doesn’t take some of your skills to rub off of me,” again, you said it as a matter-of-fact.

“Eleventh! He’s a skater boy, and he’s my ‘Skater Boi’,” Tim once again snorted, much louder upon understanding that pop culture reference.

“Twelfth, he loves watching old, 80s to 90s cheesy movies and geeks out about them all the time while we’re watching! Don’t ever shut up, by the way. Thirteenth! He always fidgets with his fingers and hands when he’s bored subconsciously! That in itself is adorable.”

“Fourteenth! He’s a terrible cook, but he still tries anyways. It’s also adorable~” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms.

“Wow, I feel so loved.”

“Yesh, and I love you very much as well, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne,” you teased. He scoffed lightly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Fifteenth! He is the best cross-dresser. That is all. Sixteenth! HE IS THE WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVE! Like he found Waldo every 2 seconds, finished 5 books of him in 1 minute,” you said, doing an amateur explosion side effect by saying “kaploosh” with your hands doing the mind-blown action.

“Again, Bruce and everyone else in my family.”

“Again, there is no one like you, Detective Tim. Seventeenth! Best photographer! Also enough said! Love everything you take, sweetie! Eighteenth! He makes using a metal stick look badass!”

“And lastly! Nineteenth! Drum roll please!” You use your knuckles to lightly drum against the wooden floors. “He’s Tim Drake! What’s not to love?” You smiled. It was so contagious that he found himself smiling as stupid and gleefully as you did.

He had always been insecure of his abilities and himself in general, so he was so flustered and gooey on the inside with how genuine you were with each point. Although, his flustered-ness was showing with pink blooming on his cheeks.

“Okay, guess I understand why my birthday’s important now.”

“Glad you understood my report, Mr Drake!” You smiled at him.

“So now I shall say,” you drum-rolled again, quickly tossing your arms around him and lightly pecked his cheek with a grin.

“I love you, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.”

He smiled at you lovingly, cupping your cheek as he gently brushed his thumb against it. “And I love you, too, YF/N L/N. Thanks for your birthday gift.”

You laughed sweetly. “The gift is you, technically~”

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[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Heedless Hearts

Dialogue #5: “I love you, you idiot!”

Ace x gn!reader

Read on AO3

You're a smart person, really, you are. Ace has seen you solve problems, school related or not, with ease. You're practically a nerd compared to the Heartslabyul duo. Whatever comes your way, you will always find an answer. No matter the cost.

This leads him to wonder if that's what causes you to be reckless all the time. The drive to find a solution, to help someone else who needs it, even at the cost of your own soul. Maybe you weren't all that smart as he thought.

Ace sighs as he looks at your arm. An icicle made a clean cut on your sleeve, slicing it open and brushing against your flesh. Red dared to leak out, but not at an alarming rate.

"Ah," you hiss as your eyes fall on the fresh wound. "I guess I didn't notice this earlier." You wince as you move your arm and opt to let it hang at your side for the time being. "Oh well, it's not the worst that's happened to me."

It's how you say it so nonchalantly that it...bothers him. And he doesn't like the feeling.

"You didn't have to take the hit, ya know? Honestly, it's like you have a death wish or something." Ace shakes his head and grips your arm. He's surprisingly careful, gentle even, as he lifts it up to get a better look. Yeah, it definitely isn't as bad as taking an eel's tail to the gut, but that didn't mean this didn't hurt. "You knew that was meant for me- why did you take it?"

"You were preoccupied." Ace is quick on his feet, and he's got good reflexes, but he isn't invincible. You weren't a target in most magical fights and after watching so many, you think you could pick up on a few tactics these boys resort to. "It would have knocked the wind out of you. Or worse. I got lucky with just a scratch."

You chuckle as if unaware of how your casual tone affects him. Brushing off some light wound that could have been worse right in front of him stings. Maybe you were right about the damage that could have been done, but that doesn't give you the right to sacrifice yourself.

"And if it would have gotten to you instead?" A tinge of anger slips out and he clicks his tongue. He's never been one to hide how he feels, but he dislikes getting angry with you. It makes him feel like shit afterward. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop him from voicing his thoughts. "You said it yourself, you got lucky. What if it was worse?"

You don't respond and your gaze drifts elsewhere. His tone is harsh, almost scolding. But he makes a valid point, as always.

"I'm sorry," you breathe out. "I just wanted to..."

"Help?" He finishes. "I know you want to, but instead of helping others maybe you should, I dunno, help yourself for once? Instead of getting involved and trying to have some savior complex, be selfish for once. Doing all this isn't going to help you in the long run. Besides, do you know how badly it sucks to see you in the infirmary?"

Ace lets out a breath after letting that out. He hates how you seem to curl into yourself, making it look like he is the bad guy here. Is he wrong to point this out? To worry over you? He frees your hand to run a hand through his hair. Guilt is already eating at him as he sees that downcast expression.

He knows you mean well. You're doing your best in a world that isn't your own. But things aren't the same here as in your world. Even he knows that.

"Look," he starts, internally praying that he can save himself. "I get really worried about you, okay? You're like..." Ace shifts, a little uncomfortable. A friend? Yeah. But you're also more than that. "Special."

"Special?" You look up, eyes filled with confusion upon hearing something sweeter after that brutal truth.

"Yes, you're special. In a good way. Even if you do make the cool look uncool. And if you don't believe it, then I'll prove it to you. Cuz I love you, you idiot."

A pause.

Your cheeks turn red.

His mirror yours.

"See? You made me do a totally uncool and unplanned confession."

"...You mean it?"

Ace is almost in disbelief until he remembers his track record. Okay, so maybe a couple of fibs here and there would come back to bite him in the ass, but...seriously?! Maybe he shouldn't have done this, but he needed to make a point and get it through that thick skull of yours somehow.

"Yeah, I mean it. Don't make me repeat it..." Ace clicks his tongue. Now he's feeling shy? Lame. It's nothing he can't shake off though. "So, what? Are you going to believe me now? Maybe take care of yourself a little more cuz you have someone like me in your life. Or are you going to break my heart?" Cue the overly dramatic sad pouting.

"Hey!" You huff. If your arm wasn't injured, you would have playfully hit his. "I...I'll take care of your heart with all of mine."

Ace's act disappears in an instant. "Oh? Are you sure? That's very bold of you to say so~!" He hums. "You can gush about how much you'll take care of me while we bandage up your silly little mistake. And I'm not taking no for an answer!"

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All Not Lost - Percy de Rolo x Reader

Ventured into Vox Machina and now I'm in love with a nerd. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Premise: After years under a mind control spell, someone finds it hard to return to a broken home

Words: 2,688

Music Inspiration: The Magic Music Box - Orchestral Music by Jojo Comps

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               Getting used to the loss of five years was never going to be easy. I lived an eternity in endless pain, but at the same time, in the blink of an eye, I lost everything. It wasn’t just the final years of my teens but also my whole world. My parents, my siblings, the friends I had, the people I loved—all of them in my life one moment and gone the next. Now I’m here, in this new world and trying to figure out how to take another step when I’m so afraid of walking.

               A voice pierces my mourning. Lifting my gaze from the text I’d long since lost track of, I find Percival de Rolo. It was Percy and his friends that tore me from Delilah Briarwood’s hypnotic spell, dragging me through time to a world I’m not sure I want to be part of.

               There’s something concerned on his straight features. It easily beckons a smile to my lips, a deceit I had much practice with lately.

               “Sorry, were you talking to me?” I ask a bit tongue in cheek.

               “I was, in fact.” Arms fold as green eyes peer at my tome from behind spectacles. “Though you seem far more engrossed in…the destruction of existence as we know it.”

               “Huh?!”

               A gloved finger points at the page, underlining the text that speaks of poorly performed magic that could unravel the fabric of reality.

               “Not planning to doom us all, are you?”

               “N-No! Nooo.” The book snaps shut, leaving the immediately vicinity via its flight over my shoulder.

               One of those dark brows quirk. “Really?”

               “Yeah. I was actually looking at teleportation spells but I guess I just…got lost in my own thoughts.”

               “I see.” Percy retrieves the tossed tome and returns it to the table. “Well no need to take it out on a perfectly good book. Though maybe we should reconsider its return if it contains the secrets to destroying the world.”

               I laugh. “I’m sure not a soul in existence has the power to pull that off. Besides, this is mine.”

               “So I should confiscate it.”

               “Only if you’d like to continue walking everywhere.”

               “We have Keyleth for that.”

               My expression falls deadpan. “What was it you needed me for?”

               He eyerolls my abrupt change of subject. “We’re going out for a drink and there were questions as to whether or not you’d care to join us.”

               “Oh…”

               I can understand that—a festive drink in celebration of another day survived. That’s the way Vox Machina enjoyed life and I could never deny them that. But I don’t feel like I survived, nor am I in the mood for said merriment.

               “I think I’ll pass but I appreciate the invitation.”

               Standing, I collect my text and start for the hall of borrowed rooms. Before I disappear, however, I pause.

               I lost it all beneath the Briarwood’s rule, and that included Percy. Yes, he stands before me now, but I can no longer claim him to be the boy I served for all those years—the boy I befriended. Somehow, this truth hurts me more than if his life had also been claimed by those monsters. And I find myself utterly disgusted for thinking such terrible things.

               Again, there’s worry across his face that I can only smile at.

               “Are you certain?” The soft, low gravel in his voice grates at my resolve.

               “I’ll be fine. Enjoy your night, Percy.”

               In the instant my back turns, the smile slips away. With every step, my heart cries to go running back and spill my every misery to him. Had I not come to terms with the fact that he is not the person I once knew, I have no doubt that I would be on my knees, wailing and begging him not to leave me.

               The door to my room closes and the silence is deafening.

               Because I’m a fucking coward.

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               Groaning, I pry my face from my pillow. The pain of spilt tears stings at my eyes, but I force them open all the same. Darkness rules the room, the lantern on my bedside table has long since flickered out. Silver moonlight filters through the curtains to give some semblance of bearings.

               Again, the knocking rattles my tranquility, though this time, a voice follows.

               I should let him go—let him think me asleep and wander away for I know I’m at my weakest and Percy deserves so much better than for me to drag us into the past.

               But I’m at my weakest.

               The worn blanket clears my face before I stand. In my stride to the door, I straighten out my appearance. Though rationale yells at me to stop, emotions pull open the door.

               There he stands, surprised, perhaps thinking I wouldn’t answer.

               “What’s wrong?” I hate how broken I sound.

               “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

               “I wouldn’t really call it sleep. Did you need something?”

               The well-dressed man straightens up, as if he’s rehearsed this a dozen times over.

               “Yes actually. I need you to come with me.”

               “Isn’t it late?”

               A smile cracks his lips, cracking at my fractured resilience. “We don’t have bedtimes anymore, do we?”

               My gaze adverts. “I suppose not…”

               “Just trust me.”

               A glove extends to me in offering and I somewhat retreat into my room.

               “Please.”

               Following that arm, my eyes find his face again and, for a moment, I see the boy from my past and there’s nothing I can do to keep from taking his hand. Percy hesitates not even a second in pulling me towards the front door, the warmth of his palm lulling me into acquiescence. My bare feet skim the stone floor, muted by the soft click of his boots. The utter silence of the building cautions the slumber or absence of other callers. Only we—as we creep through the dormant shadows—stir in this silent night.

               Even as my guide draws open the door, I follow without question. No, I only think twice when he steps towards the black steed harnessed to a small carriage. Even so, all I find in my glance is an encouraging smile.

               Gesturing to the uncovered cart, Percy lures me towards the steps. I don’t even have the words to respond, my hypnosis convincing my feet to climb the steps instead. Once I’m comfortably seated, Percival climbs into the driver’s seat and sets out.

               Whitestone, in all its destruction and desecration, rolls by as the carriage wheels creek through deserted streets. Seeing the present whilst remembering the past only brings back the ache I earlier tried to escape. My once proud and thriving home is naught more than a pile of rubble with its citizens scrounging on the edge of starvation. Each passing corner draws me closer to tears. Yet I somehow remain composed, trusting in the man that brought me here.

               There’s not much else he could take from me anyway.

               The excursion eventually leaves that battered city behind, climbing the gentle slopes that used to bring a bustle of travelers from across the realm. Nearing the top of said slope is where the horse’s hooves begin to slow, pulling the cart to the side of the road. The carriage driver dismounts his seat, strolling to the side where he, yet again, offers his assistance.

               “We’re here.”

               Cool grass rustles beneath my toes, soft against unprotected skin. A whisper of a breeze moves the air, careful not to cause unease in this comfortable atmosphere.

               “Where’s ‘here’?” I ask, my voice barely able to break the quiet.

               Percy waves away from the carriage. “Why don’t you see for yourself.”

               It takes my weary soul a moment to sum up the energy to take those few small steps. As I do, the grand ruins of Whitestone revel in the valley below. At its heart, the damage took its toll, but gazing down upon its corpse, the city breaks me. Knees give, bringing to me to the ground, trembling hands trying to contain the grief from pouring out.

               Through the mounting misery, a gentle hand meets my back. “It’s alright.”

               “How can you call this alright?!” My words come out louder, but I can by no means call them strong. “Our home is in ruins! We lost everything!”

               “So that’s what you see.”

               Breath still quivering in my chest, I peer up at Percy. His expression is that of contemplation.

               “I suppose I should have expected as much. When I first returned, that’s all I saw too. Nearly everyone I knew is dead and my home is in shambles. I’d given up hope that Whitestone could ever be prosperous again.” That smile returns ere long. “But the Briarwoods are gone. Those that are still here choose to rebuild and the people are in good hands. From what remains there’s potential. Whitestone can be great again—maybe even better. There’s an entire city down there just waiting to grow anew.”

               Looking back to my home, I consider his words. I can’t say that I’m entirely convinced, though I can no longer see just doomed remains. Some of those sentiments sooth the pain enough for me to clear my eyes.

               “Besides, I wouldn’t say we lost everything.”

               From my back, his hand slips beneath my fingers. His thumb softly strokes against my skin. I’m now unsure whether the hiccup in my chest came from my ebbing sorrow or my heart.

               “We’re here, aren’t we?”

               Percy waits patiently as I gather my words to respond. From his touch, my hand retreat as the rest of me tries its best to hide from him.

               “So much has changed from what I remember. To say that the people we were survived would be inaccurate.”

                “I agree that people change over time, but surely there’s still part of us that always remembers who we were, don't you think?"

               From the corner of my eye, I see Percy reach into his coat. Curiosity gets the better of me. In his palm sits a small ornate box. Silver embellishments flourish across ebony paint, a small silver latch securing the lid. Into my hands, he pushes the trinket. I warily turn the box in my fingers, noting the detail and craftmanship of the item. It appears to be not new but in good condition and not quite perfect. Barely noticeable, a hole in the side blends into the design. Easily, the box opens to show me its secrets. A bundle of mechanical parts is wound together inside yet I understand not its purpose. The metal cylinder is riddled with bumps sitting beside a comb with narrowly spaced teeth while a spring runs the length of the small container.

               Before I can ask, Percy extends his hand again. A silver chain tumbles across his palm, twisting and turning in on itself. At its heart lies a small, silver key. The peculiar charm has no teeth, but a hole at its end and, as I pick it up, I understand.

               Inserting the key into the side of the box, I’m met with some minor resistance. It clicks with each turn until, after a few turns, it moves no further.

               The moment I release the key is the moment the world stops spinning.

               The cylinder turns, those bumps brushing against the metal teeth of the comb with a chime. Each sound on its own is simply senseless noise, but as it continues to turn, it recreates a melody etched deep into my heart. A bright room adorned with golden decorations and luxurious drapes gleams beneath an elegant chandelier. The finest dresses and shoes skim the polished floor in tempo to the orchestra’s magic. People weave together before pushing apart, only to retwine themselves in elegant dance.

               Most importantly, he stands before me. Trauma has yet marred his face, pure innocence left behind that bashful smile. Naivety leads our steps yet allows us to indulge in our blissful youth. We had no fear for we knew none. Our lives were whole. And we were happy.

               “You remembered,” I whisper.

               Percy’s expression holds softer as he too remembers that simple dream. “It was your favorite song. How could I forget?” His gaze wanders the stars above. “You would go about your chores humming that song every day since that dance at my sister’s eighteenth birthday. It was as if you never wanted me to forget.”

               I stare back down at the singing box. “Because I never wanted to forget.”

               “See.” He snares my attention again. “You may not be who you were, but there’s still some semblance of the person I knew in there.”

               Percy stands, pulling me up beside him. Carefully, he takes the box and winds it once again before replacing it in my hand. This time, however, his fingers carefully cradle mine as the box sings its little tune.

               Wistfully, he says, “I can only hope that part of who you saw back then still exists in me.”

               Without warning, Percy pushes me back. I stumble, but the arm at my back keeps me balanced. It occurs to me what he’s doing and the second movement is far smoother. Into memories he leads me, through our childhood and into our teenage years. We spent so much time in each other’s company—in casual conversation, in fervent discussion, sometimes even in silence. It was Percy’s presence that always brought me peace, even now in this new broken existence. And I would dance with him until my last breath if the world would only let me.

               The notes teeter out, the music wheel eventually coming to a stop. Slowly, our feet also cease to move, our reminiscence at an end. Percy’s arms drop and I hold the music box close to my chest.

               “Thank you, Percy. I needed this.”

               It’s hard to see in only the moonlight, but a tint of pink dusts his nose. “Think nothing of it.” He reaches forward, carefully draping the silver chain around my neck. “After all, it only took me five years to finally give it to you.”

               “You got this for me?” A flutter in my chest begins to smolder.

               “Technically, I made it for you.”

               “You made this?”

               “Of course.” At the simple gesture of brushing the hair from my face, Percy ignites those embers. “Because I never wanted you to forget.”

               His touch is careful and soft, as though I might break. However, I need only the smallest sign to lean into his caress. Even the press of his lips to my forehead speaks of his caution, but I see the longing burning in his eyes. For us, it’s been far too long and yet no time at all. Percy is a different person and yet he’s still the same. I suppose not everything has been lost to me.

               Fingers curl around Percy’s coat, my head tilting back. My consent is clear and his head dips a second time. It’s like being blessed with new life, filling my chest with hope I dared not have before this moment. It’s soft and deliberate, meant to relay all we’ve weathered and all we will weather. But this one thing between us will stand through it all.

               Just as it began, it ends though the significance of it all hangs in the air. In his embrace, I soak in his presence. While I have his warmth, however, the night has grown ever late and from my mouth escapes a yawn.

               His voice is reluctant to break our serenity. “We’d best get you back to bed.”

               Rather than answer, I press tighter against him. In response, Percy slips his arms beneath me and whisks me back to the carriage. Sleep nearly takes me in the time it takes to return to our temporary residence. Again, it’s Percy’s strength that returns me to my bed, but it’s mine that keeps him there. I’m not ready for him to leave me again, no matter how short the night may be. He grants me that plea and it’s in his arms that I finally find the shattered pieces of my heart in peace.

[yanderederee]

Nerds are Cute

March5th, 2004

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Academics has always been somewhat easy for you for as long as you can remember, earning high scores on most every subject. There wasn’t a lot as to why, it was just how it was. 

So meeting Keisuke Baji, who had the exact opposite problem, was a bit of a curve ball. Sure, you’ve tutored probably half of the class by this point in one subject or another, but for him to have such awful scores in every single subject? 

Still, you put on a smile as the dark haired boy handed you back the paper you’d scribbled some practice questions (as well as examples that mimicked said questions in a way so he could relate back to). Skimming over the paper, the crude handwriting next to your own was a little funny, but you hold back the giggle. How could you joke with the boy when he was staring so intensely at you, begging to whichever gods he could that he did something right. 

His expression only falters further the longer you stare. “Dammit…” He cursed to himself and ruffled his neatly slicked back hair. “No, no! You did better this time!” You reassured softly, laying the paper in between the two of you as you take out a red pen from your supplies.

“You actually almost got all of them right! You just forgot this part here…” You pointed to one of your examples, tracing it back to the answer he’d given. “Just keep in mind that …”

You couldn't read his expression well, given the glare of his large glasses. But if you had to guess, the raised eyebrow and deepened frown showed ‘I still don't get it’. 

Careful not to sigh or get impatient with the poor guy, you catch his attention to look back up at you, and instead give him a big grin. “Hey, stop all that! You’ll get the hang of it soon enough!” He didn’t seem too impressed, but the displeased expression from before had lifted. Baji didn’t have a lot to contribute when it came to the subject, so he just shrugged, and listened to you explain where his misunderstanding tripped him up. 

…

“Sorry for keeping you out so late again,” Baji sighed, looking away when you batted your eyes curiously up at him. Dredging the walk back to your respective homes, he apologizes in a quiet tone. “I’ll work hard so you won’t have to in the future.”

You finally let out a laugh, accidentally elbowing the nerdy looking boy a little harder than intended.  “I don’t mind! I’m usually bored out of my mind at home anyway, I like being out late.” You reassured once again, earning a little quip of his brow. “Your folks not on your case about showing up late?” He asked, recalling his mom chewing him out the last time he’d returned at three in the morning. 

You stifle a nervous chuckle, as it was your turn to shrug. “Nah… Theyy… Usually work late.” The answer sounded like a lie, but it was the truth. It just wasn’t something you talked about much. In fact, you never did talk much about yourself.

Sensing the awkward air surrounding the question, Baji didn’t have much interest in probing. “I get that. My mom used to work long hours too.” He talked, stretching his arms behind his neck. Once coming across a cross section, you notice your paths were soon to divert. “Ah, well, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You chirped at Baji, but faltered when you noticed he shifted to walk your direction again. 

“It’s late, not really safe to walk home alone.” He explained upon your questionless tilt of the head. 

Sure, it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but it still made your heart flutter. Usually when he kept you at school past sundown, he seemed far too distracted, and ran to wherever he had to be in a hurry after they got to the school gate. “Oh, uh, thanks!” You smiled, catching up to him with a few sped up steps. “I’ve been hearing rumors about some gangsters roaming around at night.” 

You had only intended to keep up the conversation, but Baji seemed to give an overly nervous shrug at your comment. “Yeah well the rumors are true, so try to avoid walkin’ alone when it's dark.” He said, almost like a warning, but almost like a plea. 

“My, aren’t you considerate.” You giggled at the gentle pink that crossed what little features you could see. “Well, I appreciate it. It does get a little creepy sometimes.” You admitted sheepishly, earning Baji to look at you with a characteristically unreadable look. “How far down are ya?” He asked, looking down the rather long path. You were right, it was creepy, especially after the sun made its descent. 

Had Baji been a weaker willed individual, he might have shuddered at how eerie the quiet could be. “Mmmm, at the end of the road, I turn right, walk a little more, take a left, and it's only a few paces past that.” You considered the route in your head. “Usually about a 20 minute walk, give or take.” You shrugged. 

Baji never took into consideration how long it’d take him to make the trip from home to school, but he started thinking maybe he should, given he has no idea if a 20 minutes route was normal or not. The conversation died a little while he thought about that to himself, you looking down at your shoes as you two walked. 

However, just as you’d reached the end of the long strip of road, instead of turning right, as you’d instructed, you halted, turning your attention to the left. Noticing your pause, Baji turned around and tilted his head, waiting for you wordlessly. “Do… you hear that?” You whispered, eyes narrowing as you took a step to the left, careful not to make too much noise. 

Instantly, Baji’s mind renders danger. Quickly, in three long strides, he’s in front of you, listening intently. 

And as the quiet took over again, something soft peaked in his ears. Looking at each other in urgency, you both seem to understand the source. You were the first to break out into a run, Baji following only a few steps behind. 

Just as you two had predicted, a scared, long mewl dragged across the night. “Poor thing…” You gasped gently, and bent to inspect the injured cat weakly trying to hiss away from your gentle touch. 

Baji’s heart squeezed with hurt when looking upon the poor feline. Its legs were definitely broken, both of its hind legs seeming puffy and limp. “Careful,” He instructed gently, bending close beside you as he reached out the knuckle of his pointer finger, waiting for the cat to smell and gently rub his cheek across it. 

He gave a soft smile to the poor creature, giving it a cautious pet, inspecting for any further injuries. Before he could have the chance, you found yourself stripping yourself of your cardigan, intending to wrap the cat with it. Baji looked over at your form, shock overtaking him once he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, a soft sob piercing something inside him. 

“D-do you know what you’re doing? I-I’ve never…” You drew out, sniffling with uncertainty. 

God, he really hated moments like these. He had no idea how to react in these situations, when people showed vulnerability around him. ‘What would mom do?’ seemed to be the first thing he thought, repeating exactly what he thought she’d do. 

Baji patted your back twice, and took the cardigan from your hands slowly. “Dunno, but anything’s better than leaving it here.” Wrapping the cat gently into the fabric, he gingerly pulled it into his arms, his heart squeezing sadly again when the action earned him a pained hiss. “I know, I know…” He whispered to the feline, looking at just how dirty the cat’s face was.  

“I-I have first aid at my house, b-but I don’t know where any vets are..” You mumbled while wiping the tears with the back of your hand, expression still showing intense sadness for the animal. 

“I can take him first thing in the morning,” it was his turn to reassure you now. “But we should really get the poor guy cleaned up as fast as possible.” 

Nodding with determination, you find yourself speed walking back the way you came. “Then let's hurry, please.” You pleaded almost not waiting for him to catch up as you showed the way.

Upon arrival, you invited Baji in hastily. Throwing off your shoes in one quick action, your bag dropped like trash, you hurry yourself to another part of the house.

‘Damn,’ Baji thought to himself, sweating a little once you declared the average, yet very well decorated house to be your own. ‘What the hell do her parents even do?’ While lost in thought, too uncomfortable in the new situation to move from the front entrance. 

You peek back, and give a cute pout when you see he hasn’t moved a step. Wait, did he just think cute? Quickly whipping it from his thoughts, the painted animal brought him back to reality. “Come on, I have some water running.” You announced, disappearing again. 

Nervously, Baji kicked off his shoes neatly, and carefully made his way to where you'd peaked out from. When was the last time he felt this nervous? Why was he nervous to begin with? He thought it might have had something to do with the fact that he still had on his glasses and his hair was still tied back uncomfortably. 

You two cared for the animal gently, taking your time so as to not hurt the poor thing any further. 

Once cleaned up and properly wrapped, Baji seemed to grow a darker expression, which again, you couldn’t quite see. “Baji?” You asked cautiously. 

“Her legs,” he spoke through his teeth, as though holding back something in him. “They were purposefully broken.” Baji had realized this only a few moments ago. A sharp gasp cut through your throat. “You mean… Someone.. Broke her legs…? B-but, Why?” You asked, almost losing your composure. 

“Some real sick bastards out there.” Baji stroked the cat affectionately. You’d made the cat a bed out of a throw pillow laying on the couch— the cardigan from before now in the wash and replaced with a sweater you'd taken out of the dryer. “I can take her back to my place so I can take her to the vet in the morning.” 

You nodded, expression still hurt as you also gave the tired kitty a rub on the chin. 

She was a pretty cat, a calico, maybe. But her hair was longer than the average calico, so maybe not. Still, her tri color fur dried with your aid, and her fluff seemed to put your mind at ease a bit. 

“C-can I give her a name?” You ask, perking at the thought. Baji shrugged. “I don’t care?” 

Thoughtfully, you continued to pet the pretty kitty, who lay in your classmate’s arms. 

“I’ve… Never named an animal before.” You admit with a laugh, the excitement of being able to do so blooming in your chest. Unsure of how to reply, Baji remained quiet as he looked at your kind expression. His heart squeezed itself again, without knowing why, this time. 

“Ah!” You softly gasped, a grin breaking out, a sparkle pairing in your eyes. 

“How about Sango?” You asked, as though the cat would respond. Fortunately for your innocent heart, the cat seemed to twitch its ears, lifting its head from its sleeping position against Baji’s chest. 

Flabbergasted at the response, your features beam with absolute joy. “I think she likes it?” You chirped, eyes seeing past Baji’s glasses for the first time. Completely taken aback, he feels his face get hot. “Y-yeah, I guess.”

Deciding that 10pm was late enough, you bid Baji a farewell, sending him off with a bag of oranges for the trouble. 

Once out of sight of your house, Baji lets out an exaggerated sigh, earning a purred ‘mrr?’ from Sango. 

“What the hell…” He grumbled to himself, tugging his long black locks out from the pony tail. You’d never seen him without his glasses and hair slicked back, and for some reason, he’s kept that up. It probably had something to do with how people seemed to be more willing to approach him that way.

Usually, his routine would consist of running out of the torture building that was school as soon as the bell rang, entertaining himself with his action manga, or Toman. While he was grateful for your efforts to keep him in good grades, once you’d given the go ahead, he was darting for the exit.

Today however, the Toman meetup had been rescheduled for whatever reason. He simply didn’t have anything to do, so he thought he might as well make sure the goody two shoes helping him made it home in one piece. Not that he’d ever considered the alternative before, but upon coming across Sango, he found himself thinking about it. 

The journey back home was quick, lost in thought for the majority of it. 

—

“Morning Baji!” You beamed with exaggerated enthusiasm, leaning against his desk. “How’s Sango?” You asked, the name feeling foreign still. 

Half asleep, Baji jerked his head upwards, glasses half way off his face to peeked a half lidded, unfocused brown eye. He’d spent the entire night stupidly overthinking, so much so that by the time the vet’s office had opened, bags had already formed. He mumbled, fixing himself and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Right, the cat.” He yawned, and leaned back in his seat, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. 

“Her legs are really busted up, they said. She probably won’t be able to walk again.” He recited, glancing over your distraught features. “But they have this uh, I guess like a cat wheelchair? ‘Said after they look over her for a few days they can see about letting her try it out.” 

Instantly flooded with relief, you sigh. “Thank goodness…” You whisper, the glossy sheen over your eyes not going unnoticed. “Oh! But vet appointments cost right? Please let me handle the cost.” You insisted, eyes peering into his once again. Why the hell do you do that, he looks away to hide the confusing feeling that was surely present on his face. 

“It wasn’t much, don’t s-” he was about to brush it off until he felt a sting on his forehead. Normally, he would sport a pissed off expression and yell at you, but knowing that wouldn’t do any good, he simply sat there bewildered. 

“Whatever, if you won’t tell me I’ll just reimburse accordingly.” You huffed, and while fumbling with your change purse, he was quick to stop you. “Don’t.” He said sternly, earning yet another cute pout— Again, why did he think that was cute? How lame.

“Look, really, it’s fine. I’ll help take responsibility.” He reassured again, earning a soft look from you. He found himself lost in your expression for a moment. “If you say so…” You mumbled, slowly retreating your coins. 

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The school day went by without much other excitement. Though, Baji found himself growing increasingly annoyed as he simply could not focus on the teachings ahead. Mostly because they didn't make any sense, but partially because his gaze drifted from the board to the back of your head. You sat two rows in front of him, and one to the side on his left.

 He noticed the way you twirl your pencil in concentration.

The way you roll your neck every so often.

How when you found yourself stuck on something, that cute pouting expression would make itself known.

You wore your heart on your sleeve, for the most part. Watching you put his mind at ease. 

There was a spare moment of consideration to ask you to join him, Chifuyu, and Ryusei for lunch, but very quickly swatted the idea away.

He couldn’t get you associated with their questionable reputation for one, and it’d be awkward, for everyone. So, lunch went by as per usual, except Baji’s spaced out expression caught the attention of his two admirers. 

“What's up?” Chifuyu asked, nudging Baji in the shoulder, earning a surprised blink. “Nothing.” He shrugged off, focusing back on whatever junk Chifuyu had come back with from the dining hall. It almost would have been believable, too. “I dunno, you’ve kinda been out of it all day, you came in looking like a corpse man.” Ryusei vouched. “Somethin’ keep you up last night?” 

Baji groaned at their persistence, and barked back. “I said it’s nothin’ so drop it. Got caught up in this manga, that's all.” He huffed, considering walking back early to spare him any further teasing. Luckily, the two backed off. 

—

The school bell rang for its final toll, almost getting an excited reaction out of Baji when he realized that meant it would be just you two again before long. “Bajiiii~!” Ryusei sang as he swayed his arm around the nerdy looking boy. “Been a while since we last hung, let’s hit the arcade.” He grinned mischievously. 

Before Baji had the chance to tell him to bug off, he noticed your gaze land on him, a little surprised. Shit.

Yet, against his expectations, you composed yourself with a wide smile and turned back to pack your things. Why were you packing your things? As far as he knew, you were supposed to tutor him for half an hour every day until his grades got into a decent range. 

“Hellooooo, earth to poindexter?” Ryusei attempted to get his attention, following his gaze. 

Then it clicked. Baji noticed the change in his friend’s demeanor, and glared at him. The glare itself spoke volumes.

Don’t you dare. 

For ONCE, in his life, Ryusei showed restraint, holding his arms up in surrender. 

He was never going to let Baji live this down, especially when he told Chifuyu.

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[tht0nesimp]

Random Scenarios- Illumi

here’s some half baked drabbles that don’t get posts of their own

tw: kidnapping, illumi is skrunkly, mentions of torture, I’m awful at writing and I’m being so deadass, petnames, solar eclipse, reader is a space nerd kinda in the last one

“Hmm?” His facial expression remained the same, with the exception of the slight tilt of his head. Your nail traces over a scar on the back of his hand “I don’t know, just trying to make conversation..” he notices your apprehension more than likely, not that it really matters

“It came from one of my first training sessions when I was a child, it came from a blade” his answer wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t help the akward environment of the room as the tension settled

“oh…I’m sorry I asked” you look at your own hands, slightly embarrassed of the difference, knowing you were nothing compared to him causing you to hide them in your pockets

“it’s quite alright, i do not have an unpleasant time recalling my childhood. I know you may struggle to understand, but it is in my blood to do what I do” his hand grasped yours and inspected it

A small smile came across his features as he looked at you “I admire your…softness, just as much as I hope you may grow to enjoy my company” he interlocked his fingers with yours

you look away, shame was a common feeling since your ‘arrival’ on the mountain; it was nice to know your flaws were appreciated, even if only in an endearing sense.

♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

The music playing was sweet refreshment as you hummed along, thankful for the slight respite from the stress

“Illumi?” Your voice called out, slightly confused as you realized his absence. “Illumi!” You continue to yell, beginning to get slightly irritated as you exit your shared bedroom and enter the hallway of his wing

the expensive furniture blurred slightly as you jogged down the hall, stomping slightly— your anger slightly relieved when you see Kalluto “Oh, sorry to bother, have you seen Illumi today?” He sways his fan in his hand “No, Ask Milluki” the small boy continues past you with elegance

“thank you!” You called after him before navigating towards Millukis room, wide hallways already have been memorized

the house shoes given to you clicked against the marble floor outside of his room, tapping your foot as you knocked on the door “Ugh! Who is it!” You hear his chair hiss against the floor of his room and he opens the door

“The hell do you want?” He grows slightly more relaxed when he sees it’s just you “Kalluto said you knew where Illumi was?” Milluki practically hisses at you “The little goblin said that? Little fucker is wrong, I don’t know where he is, go away!” He slams the door in your face, making you flinch slightly

“Well, Silva is my second best option I guess..” it’s quite the walk to get to his area of the mansion but it gave you time to prepare how you plan to approach him. “Sir?” Your unsure voice called out as you stood outside the doorway with your head hung low and eyes staring at the indents in the otherwise pristine floor

“is there something you need of me?” Your surprised at the lack of malice in his voice and he beckons you into the dimly lit room “Oh, uhm…I was just wondering if you knew where illumi is, sorry to bother” he remains stoic “Ah, he’s out in the gardens, but may I ask what you need of him?” You only just barely notice Zeno sitting next to him, but you straighten your posture at the sight he doesn’t seem to notice your awkwardness “Oh, I just haven’t seen him so far today…wanted to say hello I guess” he smiles “Young love, I suppose? Perhaps I’ll join Kikyo in her afternoon tea today..” his expression changes to one of seeming remembrance

“Have a wonderful day, Sir!” You quickly exit before he can strike up anymore conversation and go to search for illumi in the garden

“Oh..” you stare at the hole in the ground, dirt clearly being taken up but not showing anything “Illu?” You continue your walk around, eventually sitting and sighing as you sit on the dirt patch. Not caring much but choosing to focus on the clouds in the blue sky today

“AHHHH!” You swear you scream so loud it must’ve sent Zeno back to his 20s with its volume, the ground sucking you in for a brief moment before your above ground again, feeling familiar hands around your waist

“Did you want to nap with me?” His voice is surprisingly worried as he pats your back “I just wanted to say hello! It took me half your family to find you by the way!” You lean away from him, huffing and crawling out

“My apologies, we may partake in something of your choosing if it makes you feel better?” He quickly kicks the dirt back and follows you as you walk “No!” You say, determined to stay angry “I can have the butlers get us some of that one thing you liked…ah! Ice cream!” He quirks a brow when you stop walking and look at him “I may accept this bribe…” he leans down ever so slightly to try to ignore his slight towering from his lanky frame “Not a bribe, but, if it means you will come join me in bed afterwards your welcome to call it so”

“You’re such a jerk!” You push him away, well, you attempt to and he moves backwards of his own accord. “Gotoh!” His voice yelled out and he walked away—leaving you to go occupy yourself, deciding to sit in the hallway while you wait “Oi, lady” a young voice calls out to you “what do you need, Sir?” A smile adorns your features and you wave

“Don’t need anything, just wanted to know why you’re sitting out here? The mansion might be a little weird, but we have couches y’know” you lean against the wall more “Waiting for Illumi, and I figured I might be able to avoid his family members if I stayed somewhere…mundane”

“well, it didn’t work, and Kikyo will screech if you scuff her floors” he doesn’t wait for a response, skating down the hall and mumbling under his breath

the colors mixed into each other you zoned out, only interrupted by seeing a pair of long legs come into view in front of you “Dear, I’ve obtained your so called bribe” he hands you a bowl of ice cream (pretend it’s whatever flavor you want idc)

“Thank you, Lumi” you get up and allow him to guide you back to you twos bedroom, sitting at the vanity with the bowl leaving a slight imprint on it, he takes a small bite of his, not seeming to give away much

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” You blurt out “Does it matter?” A scoff escapes without much thought “Yes, it absolutely does” he sighs “I’ve never really eaten much of it, but a few years back I’d tried some with Hisoka…I got some strangely colored sherbert” you scoff again “that’s not ice cream, stop committing ice cream treason right now” he tilts his head “You never fail to amaze me”

“Same for you, I guess..” you mutter, placing your empty bowl on the vanity “now, would you like to take a nap like a normal people and not a soon-to-be divorcee?”

“Define normal?”

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The grass slowly swayed as it got darker “Hm, do you want to go watch?” You got up and grabbed the solar glasses

“Sure, but shouldn’t you be wearing some eye protection?” He shrugs and remains standing in his typical plank stance “No, I don’t need it” doubt wormed its way in but you kept quiet in hopes of making sure you saw it in the exact moment it happened

the sliver remains, orange filling your vision for a few seconds before it’s over nearly as fast as it came . “May we go back inside now?” Illumi sounds slightly irritated but doesn’t make any moves to stop you

“I guess we can go back in” you mask the disappointment and follow him back inside the manor, throwing the glasses in your back pocket for safe keeping. “If you’d like, you may talk to father or grandfather about your interest”

“Maybe” you sigh and begin the walk back to your bedroom, waiting until the next time you may get to break routine again.

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[clangenrising]

Month 4 - Greenleaf

Ospreymask and Branchbark had spent the day by the river gathering moss. It had been hard for her to stay focused - the days were starting to get hot and she wanted nothing more than to dunk Branchbark’s head into the water when he was looking for moss with his face all scrunched up with focus like an absolute nerd - but the thought of their purpose kept her on track. Oddstripe was certain her kits were coming any day now and the nursery needed to be ready. 

Ospreymask couldn’t wait! She was so excited to have kits in camp again, to entertain them and chase them around and squeeze their little faces and hear their little voices in the early hours. The excitement kept her working as if the sooner she returned with the moss, the sooner the kits would be born. Within a few hours, she and Branchbark had ferried several huge mouthfuls of moss back to camp and laid it in the empty nursery.

“I’m gonna try and collect some feathers from the prey pile,” Branchbark said, “Wanna help?” 

“Stars, if I have to do another repetitive task I’ll go insane,” she shook her head. “No, I’ll see how Oddstripe is doing. Good luck with your feather hunting.” He shrugged a bit and trotted off to handle his chosen task. Ospreymask looked around and, not seeing Oddstripe, headed to the healer’s den to look for her. 

“Oh, wow,” she heard the queen’s voice as she entered, “you herbs are so well stocked and organized! I always had to go out hunting for what I needed, but this is just- well, it’s just amazing!” Ospreymask chuckled. Oh, Sagetooth is going to love sharing a den with her, she thought to herself sarcastically. 

As if on cue, Sagetooth gave a grumble. “Glad you think so,” she said flatly, and as Ospreymask came around the corner, Sagetooth met her gaze and asked, “Can we help you Ospreymask?” 

Oddstripe turned around with a soft, “Oh!” and smiled her way.

“I was gonna show Oddstripe the nursery,” she told Sagetooth, then added to the cat in question, “You got a minute?” 

“Oh, absolutely,” Oddstripe smiled, “I’ve been itching to nest so badly!” 

“Good, yes. That sounds great,” Sagetooth said quickly. “Thank you, Ospreymask.” She swished her tail, ushering Oddstripe forward and the pregnant queen waddled forward on her lanky legs to follow Ospreymask out. 

“We got you plenty of moss,” Ospreymask said, “and Branchbark is gathering feathers as we speak.” 

“Oh, that is so kind of you,” Oddstripe purred loudly, the sound rumbling out through the air and into Ospreymask’s whiskers. 

“We were happy to help,” she insisted. “I’m so excited to see kits running around again.” 

Oddstripe laughed, a bit nervously Ospreymask thought. “I’m not very used to them, I’ll be honest. While I’ve delivered several litters, this will be the first of my own.” 

“That’s so exciting!” Ospreymask meowed. “Have you been thinking about names at all?” She led the way across the camp, tail waving proudly. It was early in the day and most cats were out and about, but Russetfrond and Songdust sat on top of the warrior’s den soaking up the sun. Off to the side, Branchbark sneezed, dispersing the pile of feathers he had made. Ospreymask stifled a laugh and tried to focus on Oddstripe who hummed with thought. 

“A little bit. I was thinking I’d probably just… see what came to mind once they were born, but… Barley is a sweet name, don’t you think?” 

“Ooh, I like it!” Ospreymask nodded and ducked into the nursery. “Why Barley? Any particular reason?” 

“I don’t know,” Oddstripe stopped, nearly hitting her head on the entryway to the tunnel. “I guess because the uh- their father was brown and white, I think.” 

“You… think?” Ospreymask couldn’t help but ask as she looked back. Oddstripe slunk into the den, glancing away bashfully. 

“Uh, yes. I didn’t really know him very well.” Her tail twitched. Ospreymask found herself unsure what to say for once, and when the silence hung a little too long, Oddstripe continued, tail starting to swish back and forth. 

“I, uh, I never really had much interest in… that sort of thing,” she laughed again and Ospreymask smiled encouragingly. “Never felt very comfortable thinking about myself in that sort of… situation, but then there was this tom who came through looking for help with a cough he’d been having and he really seemed to like me.” Her gaze was distant now, and Ospreymask simply sat and listened. Oddstripe probably hadn’t talked about this with anybody, probably hadn’t had the chance, and Ospreymask figured it was the least she could do to listen. 

“He was sweet enough I guess. And I thought, well, I might as well give the thing a try, you know?” She looked up, met Ospreymask’s eyes, and Ospreymask nodded sympathetically. “But I was still uncomfortable after, and I think he could tell. He left after too long. And it wasn’t until he was gone that I realized…” She licked her whiskers and glanced away. 

Ospreymask stepped forward and said, “That sounds really rough. I’m glad you decided to stay with us, though. You know, if you wanted, you could just leave them with us and go back to your life. We’d be happy to raise them for you.” 

“Oh,” Oddstripe blinked, “Oh, no. Thank you, but no. As much as I hate being pregnant, I am excited to have kittens. I’m just most excited to get them out of me.” She laughed a bit and Ospreymask joined in. 

“Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll be happy either way so long as I get to play with the little fuzzballs. I’ve missed having kittens around so much, you have no idea.” 

“Good to know I can call on you to kitten sit, then,” said Oddstripe, still looking a bit lost in her feelings. 

Ospreymask quickly pushed forward to bump up against her to look at the den side by side. “Absolutely. And here is the nursery in all of its glory! Well, not all its glory, but I’m sure you can imagine it with some kittens running around.” 

“Oh, wow!” Oddstripe breathed, coming back to the present moment. “It’s so roomy!” 

“It’s got to be,” Ospreymask grinned, glancing around. “Kits don’t leave until they’re six moons old and it can get pretty cramped in here when you have two or three big litters running around.” 

“I suppose you’re right,” mused Oddstripe. “I do wish it was a bit smaller, but I’ll make do.” 

Ospreymask said, “If there’s anything you need, just let me know, yeah?” 

“I will,” Oddstripe nodded. “Thank you. And… Thank you for listening.”

“Don’t mention it,” Ospreymask purred. She hoped she had made a friend, but at the least, she hoped Oddstripe felt a little bit better about everything. And, Stars, most of all, she hoped those kits came soon!

[sephirthoughts]

2 and 5 for the ask meme please

yayyy inbox games!!! dee is getting so tagged in one of these

2. an excerpt of my writing that makes me laugh

i happen to think i am very funny, but only a few things i've written have made me actually laugh aloud. among them are pretty much every interaction between tom and fred in the fic i wrote in my friend's universe. actually the whole fic is pretty good even if you don't know the original universe. 😂 the scene i excerpted is basically a normal office situation but these two idiots are trying to keep their co-worker from leaving work early

Today, the two materialized in front of his desk, yet again. This time to ask for his draft picks for the office fantasy foosball league. They even came armed with an elaborate, full-color bracket, drawn on a huge piece of white paper, pinned to a corkboard. All the available players were represented by sticky-notes with their names on them. “I’ve never heard of the office having a fantasy foosball league,” he said doubtfully. “Actually, I never heard of there being a pro-foosball team.” “Well, it’s definitely real and not something we made up,” Fred assured him. “Look at the big board!” Felix was looking at it. He couldn’t not look at it. It was currently blocking his path to the exit. But…they’d clearly worked very hard on it, so he may as well humor them. He’d just pick some players at random and then get out of here. “Ok, I guess I’ll take Peter Venkman and…Egon Spengler?” Felix gave them a look. “Are you guys serious?” “It’s a coincidence,” Fred said deadpan. “Yeah, lot of people named Peter and Egon in the world, don’t think about it.” Tom urged. “We gotta give everyone in the office a chance to play, so make it snappy.” “This one says Marty McFly.” “Ooh, fantasy…foosball?” Marjorie said, pausing as she passed by. “Is that a real thing?” “Beat it, Marjorie! This doesn’t concern you!” Tom said, trying to block the board, by standing in front of it with his arms spread. Marjorie planted her hands on her hips and stood her ground. “I just heard you say you were giving everyone in the office a chance to play! Are you excluding me because I’m a woman?” “No, it’s because you’re an accounting nerd, nerd!” Fred fired back. “No nerds allowed!” “What about Felix?” she retorted. “He’s a programmer. He’s like, a thousand times nerdier than me! Look at him, he’s probably still a virgin!” “Aw…come on,” Felix said, to which no one paid any attention.

5. an excerpt of my writing with a description i'm proud of

oh man this is harder. i don't think my descriptions are my strong suit. i'm proud of this one, though! i think it's pretty good! it's from a fic i wrote for Death Stranding and i just now realized is four years old

Towers of ice rose like jagged teeth from the black ocean, where they creaked and cracked with each swell and lull of its surface. The waves broke and dispersed into foam across the slate-colored sand, drawing back to rise and fall and break again, performing the steps of their endless dance with the serene forbearance of infinity. At the shoreline, an old man stood, gazing out over the timeless sea. Though years had stripped the mane from his hoary head, gnarled his hands and mottled his skin, he stood unbowed, his thin, bony shoulders thrown back and his bald head held high. For he had lived a life upon which he could indeed look back with well-earned pride. He had lived honestly and simply. Kept his own by the labor of his hands, and shared generously with others from what bounty nature bestowed. He had given much and taken little, loved and lost and suffered the slings and arrows of fortune without bitterness of heart. Though he had done no great deed of heroism, nor fought valiantly in any war, he would take his place among his fathers unashamed.

[daydream-station]

In Love With A Mafia's Son?!

Shy/Nerdy/Mafia Jimin x Chubby!Reader

Preview

Summary: Jimin seemed to be an ordinary nerd and shy kid in the public eye. But what they don't know is that he's a son of one of the most renounced Mafia gangs in the world. In which he comes with some of its perks. And he has only one prize his eyes he’s hoped for a very long time. It was time to take it.

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“Can you be quiet?! We’re in the library and he’s going to hear your horny thoughts with that big mouth of yours.” I whispered yelled at her.

She scooted her seat towards me more.

“Was I really being that loud?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes.”

“Y/n. I know you’ve never dated anyone- WHICH is not a bad thing, but you’re the only person who’s smart in dire situations as-“

“Just get to the point.”

“Y/n. Could you please please please PLEEASE come with me to a party?”

“You know-“

“Hang on a second. I just really need you there in case something happens. I’ve never been to this place before and I don’t want to go by myself if something does happen.”

“Let me guess. HE is going to be there.” I motioned my head over towards Taehyung, two tables away from us, having his nose in a book while writing notes. The only reason we’re in the library in the first place.

“Yes.”

“Kylena. I don’t want to be left by myself. ESPECIALLY in some stranger’s home. And I don’t think I can carry your drunk ass after it’s over. Plus, I don’t know how to drive a car. Have you forgotten?”

“Oh my god. Are you still living in the 20th century? We have Uber now. We can just use that to get back to my house.”

“If I go. Are you going to finally talk to him?”

She stared at me as if that was the wrong question to ask and she hesitantly answered, “Yes?”

“I’m not going.”

“Come on! I promise I will.”

“So you won’t get drunk instead this time?”

“Y/n!”

I just sat there emotionless. She took it as a sign that I still won’t go. At that same moment, someone else entered the library. My eyes widening when I seen him. I immediately grabbed my book I was reading from earlier and avoided eye contact. My cheeks started to feel hot every second.

“And you say I’m obvious when I’m around who I like.” Kylena snickers at me.

I kicked her underneath the table as she started to seethe. She rubs her ankle.

When I thought the coast was clear, I was mistaken when I catch a glimpse of Jimin staring at me as I see Taehyung talking to him. I moved quick on my feet as my body moved on its own. I packed all the stuff I had and quickly walked out of the library with Kylena staggering behind me.

“Girl, you need to chill. You act like he’s a ticking time bomb.”

Finally, we were back outside, but my feet never stopped moving. I felt a tug from behind me as Kylena pulls.

“Stop. We’re out of there now.”

My breathing was steady again without realizing I was breathing hard.

“Well, I have one more reason you should go to the party. Jimin is going to be there also.”

I felt a little pang of hope rise within me, but I was quickly shot down when the voices in my head led me on to overthinking. What if he thinks I’m there for him and thinks I’m a creep? What if he sees my body for the way it is? He probably doesn’t even know you exist Y/n.

“Y/n. Please don’t overthink this. Have you really not noticed the many times YOU yourself caught him staring at you? Because I have. If that isn’t a sign he’s interested in you, I don’t really know what the hell else it is.”

The bell rung. I tried to move past her, but she’s in my way. She stared at me. Waiting for an answer.

I huffed out, “Fine, I’ll go. But if you don’t talk to Taehyung in the first hour we are there, we’re leaving.”

“Deal.”

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Finally, English is the last class of the day. The only class I’d have most of my free time in since everybody else was behind on the same work from yesterday. I’m bummed that this is the only class that I don’t have Kylena with. I quickly went to my usual spot at the back of the classroom near the window.

A group of loud boys showed up. Usually the ones who talk non-stop. Thankfully an inventor created earbuds. Otherwise, I’d be miserable everyday an hour before school was over. I searched through my backpack for them. I felt nothing and looked inside all the pockets. I just had them earlier where did they-

My earbuds appeared on my desk as someone’s hand moved away. I looked up and froze once as I see Jimin once again. My eyes followed his back as he silently went to his seat. I felt my cheeks getting hot again. Don’t overthink it Y/n. It was just a nice gestures as always. I slumped back in my chair at the thought and continued to put my earbuds in.

Me and Jimin had been in the same class when he first showed up in first grade. At first, he didn’t really get along with anyone. He was a foreigner and had barely spoken any English. Thankfully, he had someone who spoke his language and that was Taehyung. Taehyung had always been adored by everyone. Which makes sense as I never had anything bad to say about him. I had never paid any attention to him or Taehyung until our eighth grade year.

Bullying had taken a toll on me since middle school started. Kids had picked on me only for my weight and height. During those times I had barely seen Jimin around since he was usually on a different schedule than me. During that year, I suddenly had most of my classes with him.

The specific incident that had started my liking towards him was when, well, you guessed it. Bullying. Being bullied by the same boys who are obnoxiously loud coming into class. Causing me to feel lonely most of the time.

It began in the lunchroom. I had barely gone to the cafeteria for lunch because of those boys. And I only ever went if I was really hungry. If I was lucky enough to eat anything that is. It was one of those days that I became hungry. I finally mustered up the courage to eat in the cafeteria. The boys were at the front of the lunch line while I stayed at the very back where they couldn’t see me. After getting my lunch, I looked to the far back of the cafeteria for an empty table.

Apparently, the boys had spotted me way before then. Already tripping me on purpose. Food getting all over me in the process. No teachers being seen anywhere. Everyone was staring as the boys were mostly loud. Laughing at me. The first boy yanked my hair as he made everyone see my face that had food all over it. They kept calling me names that I’ve heard many times before and their laughs kept getting louder. I tried to hold in my tears.

Jimin had pushed the boy who started to kick me in my side. The rage on his face evident. I flinched when I felt someone trying to help me up. It was Taehyung. Embarrassment and relief had start to wash over me. One of the boys charged at Jimin. He dodged and at the same time been able to kick him to the ground. The boy groaning in pain. I looked down in shame. Being ashamed that I couldn’t be the one to just help myself and not have someone else stepping in for me. Then I hear the very words I’ll never forget from Jimin.

“Lay another finger on her and I promise I’ll turn your lives into a living hell. I’m guessing your parents had taught you nothing of respect for others.”

When I first seen them, they didn’t seem to take Jimin’s words seriously. Before Taehyung could even ask if I was alright, I had already ran out of campus and headed home that day. Crying myself to sleep. The next day I had expected the boys to bring rain of terror on me about what happened. When they seen me, they acted as if I didn’t exist at all. Which still confuses me still to this day since I had seen their expressions from earlier. But I’m not complaining.

That was how we first met. Since then, I’ve been avoiding him. I had been trying to avoid Taehyung, too. But that had gotten harder for me since Kylena had started to have a crush on him. At least she tries to go after what she wants. Instead of me, avoiding Jimin as best as I can. Why . . . I’m just not ready to confess just yet.

The bell had rung and I swiftly left the classroom. I accidentally bumped into Taehyung on my way out. I avoided his stare, “Sorry,” I said to him. Before I could leave again, Taehyung tugged on to my arm. What the-

“Wait a second. I have some questions for you.” He said sternly as if I said something wrong. Confusion and fear evident on my face. He started to chuckle then laugh aloud as if I had said something funny just now.

“I’m only kidding, Y/n. Are you okay?” As if this couldn’t feel anymore awkward, I seen Jimin staring at the whole situation while he was the last to make it out of the doorway. Taehyung let go of me.

“Jimin, look who I ran into finally.”

Jimin looked as if he was stunned while looking at me. As if it’s the first time he’s seen me. I avoided eye contact once again. I’d seen others walking past me as if I had entered into the wrong territory. I looked up at Jimin as this was going to be the last time I’ll see him up close. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out. I quickly turned around to go outside again. This time Taehyung leaving me be. I hear a loud sigh before I left the hallway and chose to ignore it. I made it out of the building ready to go home. I see Kylena up ahead. She finally spotted me.

“What took you so long?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing. Let’s just go.”

She looks around and catches glimpses of people staring our way.

“Why is everyone staring at us as if we’re animals in the wild?” She whispers.

“Just ignore them.” I say.

“Oh my gosh! Why are they walking towards our way?!” I jump by her sudden yelling. Second hand embarrassment crept to my face as I see both of them once again. God, I hope they didn’t see that, and it worsens as I left them behind without a single word just minutes before.

“Let’s hurry up and leave-“

She tugs my arm into place, “Not this time. Taehyung is coming this way.” She wasn’t going to budge any time soon as I look down in defeat.

Their footsteps were coming closer and I decided to hide a little behind her. I look up a tiny bit and see Jimin was also walking behind Taehyung as if he was hiding. What the hell is he hiding from?! I felt my palms starting to sweat as I hold onto my backpack straps out of nervousness.

“Hey, Y/n.” Taehyung smiles. She looks at me confused when he says that.

“H-Hi?” I said. Confusion hinted in my voice as well.

“And you’re Kylena, correct?” He smiles at her politely.

She hurries to collect herself and let’s go of my hand, “Correct. I wouldn’t expect you to know who I was.” She goes quiet.

“We’ve been in the same grades together for a few years. I would hope so.”

While Kylena melts in Taehyung’s presence, Jimin had continued to stare at me past his shoulder. He moves side to side every now and again. Indicating if he should move or not. Instead he nudges Taehyung to stop the conversation.

“My bad. Well, ladies. Me and-“ He drags Jimin to his side, “my friend Jimin here are wondering if you’d like to come to my party tonight. Daniel’s party has been shut down since his parents found out about the rumor. I’m hosting one in honor of him. What do you say?” He smirks at us as Jimin stared down at the ground avoiding eye contact.

With no hesitation of course she’d say yes. Without changing my mind once again I agreed also only for her.

“Great. Kylena, do you mind if I talk to you for a minute? Great.” He swiftly takes her arm in his as he leaves Jimin and me behind.

Anxiety starts to kick in as I begin to feel frantic. We stand there awkwardly for a moment before he shakes his head as if snapping himself out of something. He cautiously walks towards me as he stood close enough.

“Hi, Y/n. I’m Jimin, if you don’t exactly remember.” Nervousness was evident in his voice as he scratched the back of his head. Still avoiding eye contact.

“I do remember you.” I quickly tell him.

“You do?” Hope flowed quick in his eyes.

“I do.” I take small steps back without him noticing.

He wanted to say more but didn’t push any further.

“Anyways, I hope you do come tonight. I’d appreciate it if you did.” He looks away nervously.

My breathe hitches at the sight of his rosy cheeks and his ears turning red. It can’t be. He doesn’t even know me. How is this possible? I couldn’t tell what state I felt (I do but I’m not going to admit it).

“I’ll be there.” I said as a fact and not because he asked me to.

He pushes his glasses up as Kylena was coming back.

“See you then.” He says as he walks off back to Taehyung.

I stand there dumbfounded as she runs up to me spewing things so quickly I couldn’t understand it.

“Woah, slow down. You’re not making any sense.”

She stops herself as she breathes in and out slowly before speaking, “Taehyung just asked me on a date this weekend oh my fucking god! Y/n! Do you know what this means?!”

She starts shaking my shoulders out of excitement. I shake her off of me.

“Okay, I get it. Calm down.” I roll my eyes at her.

Her head was up in the clouds. I snap her out of it.

“Take me home. Please.”

She scoffs, “Fine.”

We get in her car as she drives off. It was silent which was fine by me. Only she kept smiling towards my way suspiciously.

“What do you want?” I say annoyed.

“So, what did you and Jimin say to each other?”

I immediately look out the window without her looking at my face. My face heating up by the second.

“Nothing. All he said was he’d like for me to be there basically. Nothing special.”

“Be fucking for real right now Y/n. You’re literally lying to yourself at this point.” She scoffs.

I roll my eyes, “It’s whatever.”

“Y/n, I’ve had enough with your moping. You finally have a real chance that comes along and you just want to ignore it? Make it make sense. You can’t. Now get grip of yourself.” She says sternly.

I sigh, “You’re right. Maybe … it is a chance.” I start to smile to myself.

“Yeah. Time to take some action tonight. If you know what I mean.” She teases while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Cut it out.” I laugh.

“You never know. Besides, we’re both in the same boat. So we won’t be that alone, you know?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Oh honey I know I am.” She says with a southern old lady accent.

We take a turn that I notice doesn’t lead to my house. I look at her confused, “That’s not the way to my house.”

“One thing’s for sure, Y/n. I can tell you do not have anything nice to wear for tonight. So we’re going shopping.” She smirks.

“No! Not shopping!” I whine as I sink in my seat.

“It won’t be that bad.” She rolls her eyes.

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I don’t know if I want to continue this or not. Just popped into my head at the time. It’s been 2 years since I first worked on this 😐

[rwprincess]

Blinded Me With Science (Part 5)

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Word Count: 1.2k

Synopsis: Teasing toes the line into flirting; You and Fred have an argument about Dungeons and Dragons

CW: mild language, flustered nerd flirting, talk of germs

“I can’t believe you’d even entertain the thought of playing a game with so much math again. Traitor.” Fred spit his joke at you as you collaborated on your article regarding germs-by-class. You made the unfortunate mistake of bringing up The Hellfire Club’s generous contribution and all you observed that night.

“I’ve told you before, I can do addition and subtraction,” you rolled your eyes at his accusation. “Besides, that guy..uh, Gareth, was there to help me figure out what number to put where.”

“Oh yes. Can’t forget about Gareth,” he said in a sardonic tone.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” You asked, completely oblivious to what he could be getting at.

“Nothing.” He said with a slight smirk but when you continued looking at him with confusion, he dropped his shoulders and tried to push it aside. “Really. Nevermind.”

You wrestled with asking a follow up or demanding to know, as he had somewhat piqued your curiosity. However, you also knew that Fred was stubborn and probably wouldn’t crack easily, so maybe it was best to just let it go. “Anyway…” you tried to pivot the subject back to what you were initially talking about, “the results are in from the experiment.”

“And?”

“The hypothesis wasn’t right on the money, but the freshmen definitely had the dirtiest--most scientifically bacteria-filled, I should say--hands.”

“Well of course,” Fred snorted back, “not much surprise there, right? That’s why it was the hypothesis. It’s the obvious conclusion from observing the unwashed masses.”

You pursed your lips, trying not to give in and smile at his jab. You were still trying to act as professional as possible. You had assured him that you would approach this without judgment, as a scientist, when he was worried about contributing his own sample. You couldn’t go back on that and ruin the facade now. “Right. But, surprisingly, age did not equal maturity and the seniors were in second place.”

“So you’re telling me that it’s the little kids and Eddie Munson and his cohorts? Color me shocked.” He barely raised an eyebrow in response, flatly and sardonically taking another jab.

“Fine. Fine! Yes, you could draw those conclusions from this study, but remember: it’s a small sample size, so it doesn’t really justify your bias.”

“Me? Biased? Whatever gave you that idea?” He asked, playfully, so you responded in kind.

“Oh, just your strong opinions about, y’know, everything.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that those ‘opinions’ come from hefty research.”

“Oh, do they now?”

“Yes,” he insisted and you were more amused with his straight-laced demeanor, knowing he didn’t particularly mean it, “they’re not just some baseless ideas I come up with on my own. They’re logical deductions from facts and data. What do you take me for?”

“Me, apparently. God, I’m rubbing off on you. ‘Facts and data,’” you quoted him with a scoff.

“And what would be so bad about that?” He asked, “To have you rub off on me.”

You hadn’t noticed how incredibly close he was standing until now. The playful banter had made you unaware, and now you were mere inches apart. The realization flustered you and you almost automatically leaped back, out of self-preservation. Instead, you tried to play it cool and took a slight step away from him, nervous to alert him to how he truly made you feel. “Yeah, I guess…I mean, I don’t know,” you muttered a half-baked answer to his rhetorical question, then quickly covered it up with, “If we start talking about data, we might actually begin valuing numbers and then that is a slippery slope to liking math, I bet. Can’t have that,” you joked.

“No, can’t have that,” he said, and his agreement put you more at ease, thinking that the awkwardness had passed and that you could move on to something else. But then he looked at you strangely, an emotion you couldn’t read flashed behind his eyes as they lingered on you just a bit too long.

*~~~*

Despite Fred’s ribbing, you agreed to another session of Dungeons and Dragons, or ‘D&D,’ as Eddie insisted was the ‘cool’ way to refer to it. “You can come along again, if you want,” you posited to him when he mildly objected to you going again a couple weeks after your initial game.

“I know I said anytime you wanted to scope out a Satanic cult, Y/N but c’mon, you can’t be serious. It doesn’t have that much appeal.”

“You only think that because you didn’t actually play, Mr. ‘Conscientious Observer.’ Maybe if you take off your little reporter’s cap and join us, you might have a little fun.”

“Good lord, Y/N. Whatever made you think I was interested in fun?” He gave you that signature deadpan look you’d become accustomed to and secretly favored.

“Fine,” you shrugged, “I don’t mind going by myself.”

“Or…” he drew out the one-syllable word far longer than it needed to be, “you could just not go.”

“I’m not really doing anything better.” 

“We could, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, study for math. That would be better.” 

You raised your hand to his forehead with fake alarm, “Are you ill? I can’t believe Fred Benson of all people would say such a thing. I’m not so sure you’re my Fred.”

‘My Fred’ echoed in his head and caused a dull ache in his chest. He wanted to be nothing more, and hearing you say that out loud made him weak in the knees. He lost himself for a moment and then, in an effort to save face and pull himself back to reality, swatted your hand away. “That’s my point. That’s just how bad this is and how much I wouldn’t want to go.”

“Oh my gosh, then don’t!” You had become exasperated at this point. You had offered to have him join because you liked his company, but didn’t need him to go, and he was putting up one hell of a fight. “They were all plenty nice last time. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

That jogged his memory, causing him to relive the way Gareth looked at you and talked to you. Maybe he needed to insert himself as a barrier after all. But he couldn’t look like he was worried about that, so he pretended to acquiesce to you instead. “Jeez, if you’re gonna get all bent out of shape and mad about it, I guess I could come. If it means that much to you.”

“It doesn’t. You’re free to do whatever you want. I don’t want to put you out and make you bored.” You weren’t sure what he could possibly want at this point and he was hurt that you were willing to go without him,that you could just forget about him that easily.

“I…ugh, I’ll think about it,” he finally offered. He felt like this was a compromise: he could save face and appease you at the same time. You, however, worried about trapping him somewhere he didn’t want to be; but the argument was over, for now.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok cue my memory loss moment part 5 I can’t tell if I sent this reply in or not before so if this is a dupe I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE hsvshshs but anyways

OMG EVERYONE CHEER!!! Guys the moment is finally upon us…another mira banger about to drop….

LMAOO fwtkac was the gateway…once you start you can’t stop its just how the Karasu rabbit hole works! Bro hollyhock is actually so good…I can’t even put it into words properly but just the whole setting giving a new depth to a diff side of otoyas characters ugh so good

True!!! I’m ngl I’m a little surprised that for marketing sake they didn’t try to throw in some like popular character bait…maybe it’s because most of the actually popular bllkers are already out and as opposed to merch I guess book sales would be a bit diff? Like fans would buy to read even if their absolute faves aren’t in but yeah…the stories were fire though LMAO new appreciation for Barou fr

And IM ON IT o7 very happy to serve the miraverse and honestly it’s good for me too because if I wanna reference something quickly I can just go command f it or if I wanna read something fast I can just read my tl LMAO I also just like having my own TL/interpretations written down just for my reference too…which is part of the reason why I also ended up TLing Hioris too even though there was a TL already out! I remember reading the TLd version that got posted and some wording kinda threw me off so I was like let me just look at this myself…LOL Also I’m kinda a lore nerd so I wanna make sure I get to see any intricacies or in between the line messages that can get lost in translation! So yeah TLDR I will most definitely be here for tabieita LNs!!!

IM CRYING they’re gonna have to scroll through our manifestations and convos just to get to the chapter like imagine the link gets passed around and the first thing people read is us screaming about mariokart in yuki’s novel or anri getting done dirty (I clicked on the links just to see what they’d have to go through and oh my god chapter 2 LMFAOOO there’s like a whole minute of scrolling worth of convo before you even reach the LN part it’s so funny)

We’re truly just built different sorry this is exclusive content gatekept by the insanely long convos we have

-Karasu anon

HAHAH this time you did in fact send this in already 😭 but it’s okay i will delete the copy!! but no worries 😋

FINISHED ROUND ONE OF PROOFREADING!! heading to monaco for my mother’s birthday dinner soon hehe but once i’m back tn i will get on round two and hopefully i’ll be able to post it by tmrw!! lowkey idk how i feel about it but at least it’ll be out in the world after i’ve been talking abt it sm 😭

you came to my inbox and showed me the ways of karasuism and i’ve never looked back since 🙏🏻 jkjk but fr though i love writing him sm now he’s so good at the one sided pining thing which i loveee in a male lead 🤩 like YESSS be absolutely sick over this girl who doesn’t even know she likes you yet YESSS 🤤💖

hollyhock otoya is so fun i love him and i cannot WAIT to write more of him and y/n…idk if you’ve heard that one tik tok sound that’s like “you belong with me” from taylor swift and then it transitions into “you belong to me” from house of balloons / glass table girls from the weeknd but that’s literally hollyhock y/n + karasu’s dynamic vs her dynamic with otoya 😭😭😭 like with karasu it’s all sweet innocent besties (they are platonic soulmates coded eventually like they end up loving each other SOO MUCH but not romantically??) vs with otoya she’s literally like “i want you to belong to me” (exact quote from chapter 2: “you wanted this ninja to belong to you”) FHDKSJSJ man atp free otoya 😰🙏🏻 but he matches y/n’s freak so well he probably doesn’t even WANT to be freed

i feel like the people who would buy light novels would buy them no matter what + they probably thought barou would be popular enough to carry it?? who knows…agreed though the stories were all rlly good (well aryu’s was a little goofy but wtvr)

LMAOOO THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING people will be like “why are they freaking out over mario kart??” FJSJDJS but ykw if you want to read you have to go through the trials and tribulations of our massive convos 🤩 we are elite though…carrying the bllk fandom with our translations + fics 😋