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pavitrsgf · 11 months

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“Say you’ll stay, never be severed”

➤ pairing: pavitr prabhakar x reader

➤ warnings: fem reader sorry ;(, my grammar isn’t the greatest + not proofread lol, no use of y/n. there are some marathi words also translations may not be right: bhau is like bro, shonu means like pure gold/god gift, mūrkha means foolish/stupid, sakhya means companion

➤ synopsis: word vomit about a fluff friends2lovers w pavitr, he also tells you about being spiderman

➤ w.c: 3,159

Your page filled with meaningless doodles as the teacher droned on in front of you, your mind not entirely focused on the present. Seated beside you was your best friend since before you could even remember, Pavitr Prabhakar.

You’d known him for so long, you don’t think you remember a single memory where he wasn’t with you. Whether it be him physically there or his voice, he’s there. Like when your first (serious) heartbreak happened during your pre-adolescence time, you had called him over immediately and he was there to comfort you. He had dropped everything to help you, his soft whispers in your ear that you “deserved better than him”, calling him many colourful words in a (successful) attempt to make you laugh. Your reminiscing session comes to a short end as you hear Pavitr’s bored tapping on the desk, his eyes nothing short of unamused as the teacher says words that go through one ear and out the other.

His tapping creates a nice rhythm that soon becomes a little too repetitive to you, so your solution is to grab and hold his hand gently to stop it. His hand feels warm against yours, his palm slightly rough from working hard. You play with his hand, moving it around, preferring to observe him than listen to whatever your teacher says. Your fingers travel along his hand, tracing his knuckles and playing around with them, comparing hands and accidentally cracking a few of his knuckles by your roughness. His giggles when you do make you smile, he tries to keep it down, but the smile is evident on his face as he copies down notes. He looks unbothered, but comfortable with your presence.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, he was trying so, so hard to not confess to you right then and there.

Pavitr was naturally perceptive, he was very good at reading people and observed them easily. Yet, he couldn’t tell if you liked him. Sometimes, you would do all these things that couples do like sitting on his lap, intertwining your hand with his, walking so close that your shoulders brush his with each step, laughing so hard at an unfunny joke he made, making him believe that he might have a chance, but then you would switch up and call him something like “bhau” that makes him backtrack in all his theories that you may like him back. He prided himself on knowing you well, of being observant yet he couldn’t figure out your feelings for him. Either way, he felt flustered when you would initiate physical affection, like now. As he finished his notes with one free hand, he looked over to your figure that was focused entirely on his hand. It felt oddly intimate, considering the mundaneness of the action.

You looked so endearing, a few strands of hair fell forward into your eyes, he loved merely watching you and seeing your beauty. Your eyes that held your emotions, the bridge of your nose that he wanted to trace over and over—

His thoughts are disrupted as a bell signals the end of the day and your eyes snap forward as you realize how long you had zoned out, just holding his hand. You and Pavitr speed up to collect your belongings and get out of class as fast as possible.

As you walk out together, Pavitr’s mind isn’t truly with you. His thoughts focus solely on how close you are, your shoulders touch and your hands are tightly linked together. A small smile on his face as he accepts every small affection you give towards him and his memory fades to the first time he realized how in love with you he was.

It was winter, you and him bundled up in heavy and weighted blankets on his bed as you watched silly movies and laughed at them. You were focused on laughing at the bad CGI and unrealistic physics, smiling with teeth and making sure Pavitr was looking.

His arm was behind your neck, serving as a small pillow for you and your warmth radiated to him. It was as if winter didn’t exist and he let himself be lost in you. Your nose scrunches up at the inaccuracy in the movie as you remark something else that the director probably exaggerated, explaining how it wouldn’t work out in real life. He looks at your lips as they move and realize how much he just wants to kiss them.

“—so stupid. Like, how hard is it to search something up?” You exclaim, your hands moving as you talk. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and he thinks about how much he loves every part of you. Every single nook and cranny of yours, he wants to explore. He wants to know what you’re thinking right now as you’ve gone silent while still glaring at the screen in front of you. He wants to spend every second of his future by your side. He then realizes, that’s how he has felt his whole life. He’s wanted to be yours, to be the one to hold your heart and keep it safe, he wanted you to be his. Protect you and love you, that’s all he’s wanted to do since he had the ability to comprehend emotions. He has a dazed, but fading smile as he thinks of possible consequences for his feelings while you continue watching.

Your voice brings him back to reality and you’re alarmingly close to parting ways as your house is in view and he panics, he always seems to have a hard time separating from you. Though, it’s inevitable and he knows it.

“Bye, Pav.” Your voice sounds soft and your hands linger as if you don’t want to leave either and for a second, he lets himself believe you like him back. For merely a second.

He smiles back, and reluctantly begins to say his farewells when you continue speaking, “Do you wanna come in?” you have a hopeful smile and eyes filled with happiness and how could he ever refuse you?

You two walk by the kitchen, up your stairs and into your bedroom. You hadn’t actually planned on doing anything with Pavitr when you invited him in so you started on some of your homework, knowing you’d be content just knowing he was around you.

He gets comfortable on your bed beside you, scrolling on his phone instead as he usually preferred to finish his homework during class.

A few hours pass and you’d changed from doing homework to braiding your best friend’s hair as you two watch some indie film to pass the time together. Your hands repeat the motion of putting part over another, it’s almost therapeutic for the both of you.

Pavitr always loved when you braided or played with his hair, it was always calming to him and he was so, so close to sleep when his spidey senses went off, alerting him there was a threat in Mumbattan.

He tensed up, coming up with a quick lie to tell you, eventually ending up with, “Sorry, shonu, Maya Auntie needs me,” he holds up his phone and pretends to be shocked at the non-existent message.

You’re disappointed, you wanted to spend more time with him, but you know you can’t spend every second with him. “Tell her I said hi,” you smile and he smiles back, grabbing his things quickly before rushing down the stairs and to his house to get his suit.

Pavitr is positively panicking. After he had gone to his house, after he had left you, that villain wanna-be decided to try and defeat Spiderman instead of just focusing on his rather unsuccessful robbing. The random villain had terrible coordination, but forceful hits. He wasn’t winning by any means, no one could beat Spiderman, but Pavitr would probably gain a few nasty scratches and bruises from the fight. His webs shooting out and trying to capture him while also evading more swings at him.

As he stepped on the edge of a roof, the part he stood on had cracked and for a split-second, his spidey senses went off, but he couldn’t turn around in time and had gotten pushed into the wall, scratches littered across his body.

Feeling fed up with how much the fight had dragged on, he quickly captured the villain and once he knew the police were there and would take care of anything, he tried to swing back home. Unfortunately, his torso and arms then prevented him from doing so and he let out a small curse as he knew he was too far from his house to try walking there, every part of him hurt. His luscious hair was slightly dishevelled and heavily matted with blood and debris scattered everywhere. He looked around in the cold night, looking for somewhere he could rest for the night. His eyes moved around before catching sight of your house, he figured it wouldn’t be too weird going into your bedroom as Spiderman. He failed to remember how weird it would be to have a vigilante show up at your house, injured. Also that he hadn’t told you he was Spiderman yet.

You were laying in bed, ears filled with the quiet sound of your music in your room. A slight expression of despair was painted on your face, you’d texted Pavitr earlier in the day. He hadn’t responded and was leaving you on delivered for a few hours, leading you to think the worst. Your overthinking may have taken control, anything logical or reasonable was thrown out the window.

Speaking of which, a singular knock sounded at it. Your face twisted in confusion, who would knock at this time of night?

You checked your phone for any message indicating someone you might know was at your window and slowly creeped towards it. As you didn’t find any messages from your friends, you became suspicious until you looked at who was outside.

Spiderman. Spiderman was outside your goddamn bedroom window.

It took you a moment to process it was him, a million questions running through your brain like why was he there, what does he want from you, before you realized that it’d probably be a little rude to be leaving him in the cold, alone. You hastily unlocked the window and moved out the way to help him in.

As he clumsily climbed into your window, he looked around. Pavitr always loved being in your room, anything relating to you he enjoyed, really. He then remembered, in this moment, he wasn’t Pavitr to you. He was Spiderman. He looked at you awkwardly, trying to figure out what your shocked expression meant as well as what to say to justify being in your bedroom.

You stared right back at him, eyes wide and lips parted slightly in surprised. You didn’t know what to say, so you observed him instead which is when you saw the state of his hair, messy and blood tangled within. You had also noticed the rips in his torso and the dried blood and debris around it.

You and him spoke at the same time, “So,”

“I’m-” He was about to apologize, it felt rude not to do so.

You smiled awkwardly and were about to let him continue, since you know, he’s spiderman, but he insisted you go first. He seemed very respectful. “Do you, uh,” You started speaking, trying to figure out how to articulate the thoughts in your foggy brain. “Need help cleaning up?” you suggested.

Spiderman immediately began shaking his head, he already felt bad for imposing like this, he couldn’t ask for more of your kindness. He smiled and responded, “No thank you, sakhya,” You raise your brow at that, “it’ll heal in the morning.” He wasn’t wrong, but wasn’t entirely right. It’d probably heal, just not very well without proper care, but he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad.

You were stubborn, though. You couldn’t just let Spiderman bleed without doing anything, so you just shook your head and told him so, “I can’t let you just bleed and get an infection or whatever. That’s mūrkha,” He started to protest and you shushed him, immediately telling him to sit on your bed as you went to your bathroom to get some medical supplies.

Pavitr sat on the very edge of the bed. Although he’d been in your bed countless of times, in more comfortable situations, he felt weird about doing that as Spiderman. He again looked at your room like he’d never been in it before, looking at the photos of you and him strung up everywhere. Your room was decorated with the idea to make your personality shine though, he knew that was true especially because of that one deep talk on that random autumn night. He thought it was nice.

Soon, you came back with probably more medical care than he needed. Still, it never hurt to be overprepared with this kind of thing. You didn’t know where to start, his injuries seemed overwhelming and every single one seemed worse than the other.

You decided on doing the ones on his torso first, his mask was slightly ripped and although you wanted to badly fix the injuries on his face, fix his hair, he probably kept his identity a secret for a reason.

He leaned back as you started gently dabbing some vaseline on his torso, he flinched at the feeling. You felt oddly close to him in the moment, feeling familiar with him as if you had known him for years, though you’d never had an interaction with him before this. Merely watching news on him, admiring him.

You put some more ointment and then gauze on the more serious injuries, wrapping around his waist tightly which caused him to wince and you to whisper a small sorry, before you continued with helping him clean up. You grabbed some bandaids, seeing some small scratches on his arm and put some ointment on before sticking a bandaid on top. Gently patting it just to make sure it stayed, the real reason was you just wanted an excuse to touch him, it felt nice for an odd, unknown reason.

Once you were sure he had no other injuries on his body, you needed to treat the ones on his face. You were apprehensive, but spoke anyways, “Can you take off your mask?” At his bewildered expression, at least you think he’s shocked considering his eyes seemed to widen, you explain, “I need to treat your wounds,”

At that, Pavitr panics. He hates lying to you, but he isn’t sure he can reveal his identity to you. He thinks of ways to excuse it, but he knows you’re stubborn more than anything. Everything seems to slow down in the moment, time feels like it stops and it feels like an impossible ten years as he reaches up and takes his time pulling off his mask. He prepares himself for the words you might spew at him, would you still see him the same? Doubts overshadow the logical and reasonable part of his brain that tells him that you probably wouldn’t hate him for eternity.

When his mask is fully off, you take a moment to look at him. You cannot comprehend the sight infront of you.

Pavitr Prabhakar is Spiderman.

Your best friend is Spiderman, the masked vigilante that roams around your city. Pavitr, the guy you’d known since you could remember, the one you call when you need comfort, is Spiderman. There are so many things going through your brain, like remembering that one time Pavitr showed up to school with a bad bruise on his face, coincidentally the morning after Spiderman had gotten hit in the same spot with a pole, realizing that the reason he would abruptly leave when you two were hanging out were because a villain was on the loose. You cannot believe you knew Spiderman all along.

He stares at your expression, unable to really make something of it. He knows you’re shocked, but are you mad? Are you disappointed in him? Do you hate him? He suddenly feels the need to apologize for everything wrong he’s ever done.

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out what to say to something like this. You still love him of course, but you feel so scared that the guy you’re in love with has life threatening fights nearly everyday, risking so much for Mumbattan. Your breath seems to disappear.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He says your special nickname he made for you when you were younger and innocent children. He jumbles words, seemingly saying whatever comes to mind and his mouth won’t work as fast as his brain. He seems close to tears as he continues rambling, “—please, don’t leave me, I’ll—” he gets interrupted by you,

“Woah, what? Is that what you really thought would happen?” You feel a little hurt by that, even though you know subconsciously he was probably just so very scared of losing you, you’d never think of him like that. There was nothing that could make you leave him.

He starts fidgeting, “Well..” he trails off. He hopes you know he didn’t mean harm, he just wasn’t sure. Being Spiderman was complicated.

You smile a bittersweet smile at him, still sort of sad he would think of something like that, “We've been by each other's sides for years, you really think I'm gonna leave now?” You remind him of all the weak moments in his life, in yours and remembers that you’re there in all of them. Comforting him and him comforting you. You gently cradle his face and he feels so warm and you make him feel so safe that he can’t help it when he says,

“I love you,” He doesn’t realize what he said until he sees your expression, he thinks for that slight second that he just made it weird again, that you really won’t let this one slide, until he feels your soft lips against his. A soft kiss and he feels nice. It feels like you’re taking care of him and he relaxes in your touch.

When you pull away, he chases your lips and you giggle. You press your foreheads together and whisper, like you’re sharing a secret, like it’s only you and him in the world right now, “I love you too,” and he plays with your hair as he leans in for another kiss and another.

The kisses shared between you two are full of gentleness and giggles, you go to touch his hair and you then remember the reason he even came to you in the first place.

“Go clean up, your hair is a mess and I still need to fix your wounds.” He chuckles and does what you say. For the first time since he became Spiderman, he feels so relaxed.

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zeltqz · 2 years

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BLINDED BY IGNORANCE

pairings — rindou haitani x fem!reader

genre — pining, secret crush, friends → enemies -> lovers, best friends, slow burn, eventual romance, coming of age, angst

warnings — sanzu is rindou’s best man (sorry ran), haitani rindou is so done, basically he cant control his mouth when hes mad, alcohol and drinking underage (rebellious teen things).

word count: 6.2k

notes — jealous rindou has been plaguing my mind for the last 2 weeks and i decided to finally get it out of my head. oh, and no explicit smut in this fic so minors can interact. look at me being generous and shit

“Ran.”

“What.”

“Since when does [Y/N] know Sanzu?” Ran looks up from his phone to see Rindou pointing inside a classroom. Inside that classroom, Sanzu Haruchiyo in the flesh was sitting next you, showing you some stupid shit on his phone and making you laugh.

Ran ultimately didn’t care, but Rindou was peeved. He ultimately has no reason to be angry, cause for what? You were allowed to have friends with other people. He doesn’t mind that. It’s who you’re making friends with.

It was bad enough that Ran already befriended you after Rindou did, made him feel not so special anymore having to share every single one of his friends with his brother. Now Haruchiyo has joined the mix.

“Guess you’re all in the same class now.” Ran gave a nonchalant shrug before heading down the hallway to his own classroom. Rindou glared daggers into Sanzu’s back, as if trying to get his attention through mind-reading. Seems to have worked when Sanzu feels a looming dark aura behind him and whips his head to see the potential threat, only to find out that it’s just Rindou’s usual grumpy self.

“Are you going to enter the classroom or keep standing out there like a creep?” Sanzu cracks a smile as he watches Rindou roll his eyes before entering the classroom, tossing his bag off his back and dropping it on the table next to Sanzu’s.

Your table is at the end, by the window and he’s so tempted to take the seat behind you so that one, he can stare at you without being creepy and unnoticed, and two, he can’t spend the school year next to Sanzu.

Sanzu for starters, sleeps in class, snores even, he draws doodles in his book and disrupts the patience of students within a 10m radius of him by passing around his notebook to show off his horrible art skills. Oh and another thing, he rips paper so fucking loud. If he makes a mistake in his book, instead of crossing it out like a normal human being, he just rips the entire page.

He’s overall just a horrible and probably — no, most definitely the worst person to sit next to or even be stuck in the same class as for an entire year. Whilst Sanzu is distracted, leaning over other students desks to show them more shitty unfunny videos that always manage to make Sanzu tear up with laughter, Rindou taps your shoulder to get your attention, “Out of everyone in this school to befriend, you choose him?”

You laugh breathlessly. “Stop, he seems nice.”

“That’s only an illusion. The niceness will fade then you’re left with a troublesome, infuriating wackjob that doesn’t know personal space.” The two of you glance over at where Sanzu’s upper body is currently splayed across a random students desk as he shows a group of people videos on his phone. The poor student who’s desk Sanzu is occupying has a frown on his face as he can’t reach his bag to take his stuff out.

“Wow, he really doesn’t know personal space,” you say amazed at how one person could manage to cause a traffic jam of students in a classroom. “He seems cool though, and he’s funny.”

Internally, Rindou starts to panic. You’ve only known Sanzu for like 10-15 minutes..? Yet you’ve already fallen for his charm. “That’s how it starts [Y/N],” Rindou takes this opportunity to touch your shoulder and leave it resting there. You don’t notice how badly Rindou has it for you, simple physical contact with you will have his inner body going haywire as if there’s a circuit malfunction where his brain should be.

It took Rindou approximately 3 months to realize he’s developing not so friendly feelings for you. The way he gets pissed off when your attention is on anybody that’s not him, the way he always has to look in your direction, the way you take up literally 90% of his mind. The other 10% goes to chicken strips, gum and limited edition simpson stickers.

That’s actually similar to how the two of you met. It was raining one afternoon after school and you both entered the nearest store for shelter. The rain was heavy, like hailstone type heavy rain. The two of you made eye contact for a second, then eyes trailing down to the last umbrella left on the rack.

It was like a race. You weren’t sure who moved first, but both of you instantly went and grabbed it. Rindou grabbed it first, but you weren’t about to leave this store without that umbrella. You snatched it off of him, but his grip was so strong that he tugged it and you almost went flying.

“Give it.” You say and Rindou raises his brow, giving you a look like ??

“If you can’t see, I grabbed it first.” Rindou tugs again but this time you expected it, so you didn’t budge. “I need it more.”

You two hold a staring contest, each of you gripping each end of the umbrella. You give a deflated sigh, “I need that umbrella to pick up my little sister from daycare. She can’t get sick in this weather and we don’t have enough money for an Uber.”

The man behind the counter even puts his hand over his heart at your sob story. Rindou is either heartless cause he doesn’t give a shit, or he can tell you’re lying. “Look at your shoes,” he points to them, “they are at least 73,000¥.”

Your eyes shot open as you realized you were wearing the shoes your dad bought you for your 15th birthday. Yes— they were expensive.

“I-, I stole these.” You're about to give another false sob story until he cuts you off.

“Enough with the lies, I need this umbrella cause I just dyed my hair and I don’t want it to get rinsed.” Rindou points to the blue streaks in his hair and you eye him quizzically. “Out of every color in the world, you chose blue?”

Rindou scoffs, “blue is my favorite color, and what?”

“It looks fucking horrible that’s what.” You say annoyed and Rindou glares at you, about to think of a comeback until the guy behind the counter coughs.

“Incase you both didn’t realize, the rain stopped.”

The two of you both whip your head to the window, seeing the sidewalk still wet with previous rainfall, but the skies were gray but dry. Not a single drop of rain left.

“Oh,” you both say, dropping the umbrella.

“I’m sorry about what I said about your hair, it looks nice the more I stare at it.” You say , suddenly feeling guilty for being rude to a random stranger over a goddamn umbrella.

Rindou just eyes you as you quickly grab the first thing you see on the shelf, a pack of mint gum, “I’ll buy this for you, if you want.”

“Are you saying my breath stinks?” Rindou teases and you quickly shake your head, “No! I just grabbed the first thing I—,”

Rindou starts laughing as the look of panic invades your features. “I was just kidding.”

“You’re not funny,” the panic leaves your face, now filled with a glare/pout.

“I’m Rindou by the way. Haitani.”

“That name sounds familiar, are you—,”

“Ran Haitani’s younger brother? Yeah that’s how everyone knows me.” Rindou is clearly irritated but you shook your head which genuinely made him confused.

“I was going to say you are in my class. I would have recognised you if it wasn’t for the um,” you gesture to the blue streaks in his hair. Rindou looks up, a strand of blue in his peripheral vision.

“Oh.”

Silence fills the store. The store clerk scans the gum and hands it to you but you just pass it onto Rindou, since you did buy it for him. “Thanks by the way, you didn’t have to.”

You shushed him saying that you wanted to give him anything because you felt bad. The two of you walk outside the store together and head different ways after exchanging a small goodbye wave.

The next morning, you see him in your class and send him another wave. Rindou just nods in your direction and goes back to talking to his friends.

Later on during that lesson, the teacher tells the class to get into pairs to complete a worksheet. Since the printing paper in the school was getting a bit restricted, the amounts of paper/worksheets were limited.

Rindou would’ve just partnered up with his friends that he made in that class, but his gaze landed on you, twirling your pen as you sat alone in the corner, visibly upset over something.

Turns out Rindou isn’t as heartless as he thought because he excused himself from his friends and made his way over to you. “Here,” he pulled out the packet of gum you bought him yesterday and offered you some.

You remembered the entire incident in the store and huffed out a breathy laugh. “Thought you would’ve gulped that down by now.” You say while making room on the seat next to you, removing your bag that was placed there so he can sit down.

“You must really think my breath stinks don’t you.” Rindou says, faking offense and you laugh again, but a bit louder which catches him off guard cause it sounds nice.

“I promise I don’t think your breath stinks, just that most people I know always finish an entire pack of gum in a day.”

Rindou hates gum cause he doesn’t understand the point. Toothpaste literally exists. If your breath stinks, just use fucking toothpaste.

“I personally don’t even like gum, it’s like edible portable toothpaste.” Rindou complains, then wonders to himself why he didn’t just throw the gum packet away after you gave it to him.

“I never thought of it that way.” You admit and send him a small smile before closing your mouth because the teacher was coming.

The teacher passes by and hands you both a worksheet. You grab your pen and start copying the sentences into your notebook and then answering the questions.

Rindou didn’t expect you and him to actually become friends. It’s weird because the two of you clicked pretty easily. From that day forth, Rindou progressively moved his seat from the corner he was normally at, over to your corner.

The teacher was tired of telling him to go back to an arranged seating plan and eventually just moved him permanently to let him sit next to you. The only day of the week that Rindou looked forward to was Wednesday because you have double math together.

Even though he wouldn’t pay attention at all, he just enjoyed your company because you made the lesson fun despite the subject being math. Two months into the friendship, he then realized he had feelings for you simply because you had befriended his motherfucking brother.

He’d been jealous before in his life. When his mother showered Ran with more attention at home because he was the oldest, he got his first girlfriend at 13, he was taller and more popular in school than Rindou.

But that sort of jealousy, didn’t compare to what he was seeing right in front of his eyes right now. You giggling stupidly at the words coming out of his brothers mouth. He knows for a fact Ran isn’t that funny and he’d only made you laugh because it was at Rindou's expense.

When you saw the familiar blue strands of hair from the corner of your eye, you turned to call Rindou over to sit, patting on the chair next to you. Rindou sent Ran a territorial glare as he made his way on over.

Ran knew almost instantly about Rindou's secret crush. Rindou honestly sucks at hiding his emotions, he’s the more childish one out of the two. Ran hid his emotions well behind a self satisfied smile that almost never leaves his face. Rindou on the other end, when he gets angry, it shows. When he gets sad, it shows. He can’t put a mask on to save his life, so when he’s trying to convince someone that he’s not lying (when he actually is) they catch onto him instantly.

Sort of like Ran did, the moment he asked Rindou if he had a crush on you the second you left the table. “Wh-what? No.” Rindou stammers over his words so easily that it makes Ran facepalm himself.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” Ran hid his words behind a laugh hidden by his palm, “Stop glaring at me as if I just stole your wife. I know when a girl is off limits.”

“I don’t like her!” Rindou repeats to try and convince he’s telling the truth (he’s not) but Ran just stands up and leaves Rindou there second guessing his own feelings. That night, he did admit to himself, (not Ran though, he can go screw himself) that he might have caught small feelings for you.

Rindou found himself in a predicament for the next week. He even was searching up ‘How to know if you have a crush’ on google, clicking on the first list and analyzing each bullet point to see if it’s relatable.

5 Signs You Have A Crush, Because The Butterflies Are Real

You Get Excited Just Thinking About Them. ✔️

Rindou literally has an alarm set to wake up on time on Wednesdays, just so he doesn’t miss double math with you. The rest of the days, he wakes up whatever time his body chooses to, then makes his way to school 1 or maybe 3 hours late. Who cares, just that he refuses to miss Wednesday.

You Do Things To Get Their Attention. ✔️

Rindou recalls the time that he was in the middle of telling you something, when one of your friends from your other lessons, enters the class mid lesson. The girl muttered an apology to the class for disrupting the lesson, when in actuality, she should be apologizing to Rindou for ruining his double math lesson with you. The girl asked to speak to you outside so you quickly stood up and shut the door behind you. Rindou watched your silhouette from outside the door as you spoke to the girl using those cute gestures you always use when you talk. You’re so animated and lively, it makes his heart melt. You were out there for at least 5 minutes and he was getting irritated, so he literally excused himself to go to the bathrooms just so he could walk past you and remind you with his presence to go back to class.

It worked lol.

You Notice Little Details About Them. ✔️

Rindou embarrassed himself one time during lunch and he still beats himself up about it in private. Rindou was sitting way too close to you and accidentally (definitely not on purpose) sniffed your school blazer. “Are you wearing perfume?” He asks, grabbing your blazer with confidence and smelling it more. You laugh and shake your head but continue letting him smell your blazer because you find the whole ordeal comical, “Why do you ask?” Rindou continues smelling your blazer, “i don’t know, it just smells so—” Rindou has to cut his words short to find a more PG word to use other than sexy. “Nice. It smells nice.” “I didn’t wear any perfume today, but thanks for saying I smell good.” You wink at him and he looks away to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck. He hears your laughter, one that he normally used to adore hearing, now wishing it would end. Rindou suddenly hears shifting, then your body is close to his, face is his neck as you smell him, “You smell good too.”

He also notices that when you’re nervous, you fidget a lot. Bouncing your leg anxiously, scratching your arm, biting your bottom lip and dig the tips of your fingernails into your palm. When you’re frustrated, your eyebrows crease up and you bite the skin on the inside of your lip.

You Can Imagine Yourself Getting Intimate With Them. ✔️

This is probably one of the things he’s the most ashamed about. It all started in double math when your teacher didn’t show up because she was on a school trip with the third years for the entire day. One of your friends came inside the classroom because their teacher was also away. Basically the class was just filled with students from other classrooms, taking advantage of the lack of teachers. The supply teacher decided that the class was way too noisy and put on a movie for everybody. One of your friends had to stand up on the wall because there was no more seating space, so one of your friends made a suggestive joke asking you to sit on Rindou’s lap to make some room. It was a joke obviously, even Rindou saw it as one, that was until you hopped on his lap anyways to allow your friend to sit down on your seat. The entire movie, you were fidgeting around (one of your nervous habits) and must’ve forgot you were on his lap because you kept on shifting around. It was hell for Rindou. Like ultimate torture.

That same night was when the wet dreams started. It started off with the two of you just watching a movie inside your room. Pretty average for a dream right? Then you start leaning closer, brushing the strands of hair from his face. Your lips touch his, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. It’s just a dream, Rindou. You push him flat on the bed, completely forgetting about the movie as you straddle him. Just as you’re about to remove your shirt, he gets jolted awake by Sanzu who elbows him in the face as he turns in his sleep.

You Try To Avoid Them. ✔️

Normally, he would never avoid you. But after the wet dreams started getting more frequent, he became guilty. Having to look at your innocent face as you smile and speak to him and he has to act like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you on top of him.

So maybe he has a slight crush on you.

But your friendship started to shift on Rindou’s 17th birthday.

“Hey Rin,” you tap his shoulder to get his attention. Rindou hums, eyes focused on the TV screen as he watches the movie you put on. “Does Ran have any alcohol?”

“Probably, downstairs. Why?”

“Want to get drunk?” You suggest and he turns to look behind his shoulder, eyeing you quizzically, “You serious?”

“I mean, I never got drunk before… and I thought my first time would be with you.” You shift closer towards the end of the bed, “Now are you joining me, or am I going to have to get wasted by myself?”

Rindou takes a moment to think before sliding off the bed, motioning for you to shush as he heads down the stairs, to the kitchen. You stand by the staircase, on lookout for Ran who is sleeping on the couch, cause if he finds out you’re stealing his alcohol, he’s gonna be pretty pissed.

Once Rindou grabs a bottle, he’s about to head back upstairs but you gesture him to grab another one. Rindou rolls his eyes, grabbing another bottle and you take a bottle from him and head up the stairs back to Rindou’s room.

“If Ran finds out I stole this, he’s gonna murder me.” Rindou admits but you shush him and start trying to crack the bottle open. “We should’ve bought an opener. This is so hard.” Your voice is strained as you put the bottle in your mouth and try to bite the lid off.

“Give it to me, this is sad to watch.” Rindou sighs, sitting down on the floor next to you as you hand him the bottle. “I saw Ran do this with his keys once,” he reaches inside his pocket, grabbing his keys out and twisting it around until it pops open. Your face brightens, excited that he opened the bottle and you kiss his cheek before grabbing the bottle and taking a deep breath before taking a sip.

“This is…. so bitter, bleh.” You smack your lips together, trying to taste it better.

“Let me try it.” You hand over the bottle and he downs it. “Not that bad to be honest.”

“Open up that one,” you gesture to the other bottle Rindou brought upstairs, “I wanna try this one, maybe it’ll taste better.” Rindou nods and starts to screw open the new bottle lid with his keys. Once he pops it open, he hands it to you and start drinking it. “Oh shit, I prefer this one.”

“Let me try it.” Rindou leans over to grab the bottle from you but you pull back, gatekeeping the bottle. “No, it’s mine.”

“Stop being selfish, let me try some.”

“No, you have that one.” You shift backwards, back hitting the bed as you drink some more. Some spill down your chin and the second you look down to see it dripping down your shirt, Rindou grabs the bottle from your hand.

“HEY!” You yell a bit too loudly, unaware of how loud your voice is, you assume you’re already getting tipsy. You push Rindou down to the ground, and climb over him but he places the bottle over his head. “Let me try some.” Rindou complains when you tackle him to try and grab the bottle back.

“Okay, fine.” You pull back and watch him take a sip out of the bottle. Your eyes are trained on his lips as you stare intensely, the way his lips wrap around the bottle. When he pulls back, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. You start to get restless, thoughts are racing wild. You barely even drank yet you feel like your brain isn’t you, cause sober you wouldn’t even think about doing what you’re about to do.

Rindou is just about to hand the bottle back to you, when you take a hold of his face, and lean down, pressing your lips together. Rindou drops the bottle, letting it spill over the wooden floor when he brings his hands to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. Tongue swiping on your bottom lip, you part your lips open to let him inside.

Rindou groans when you start to grind down on his lap. The kiss quickly gets heated, both of you not in the right state of mind as you start to unbutton his shirt, moaning into his mouth when he grabs your hips and starts to rake his fingers along the flesh of your waist, squeezing the skin.

You pull away briefly just to remove your shirt and toss it somewhere across the room. Rindou takes this moment to rake his eyes down your body, “[Y/N],” he says out of breath.

“Yeah.”

“You’re so hot,” he presses his lips to your neck, sucking red marks onto your flesh. “Keep going,” you moan, massaging your fingers in his scalp. Rindou pulls his face out of your neck and makes eye contact with you. You look down and start to roll your hips on his erection.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” Rindou groans as you giggle, repeating your movements. Rindou reaches behind you and undoes your bra, watching the piece of fabric fall to the ground, revealing your tits.

“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me,” Rindou says, pressing his lips to your nipple. A whine pulls from your lips when you feel his hot wet tongue flick your bud. “It’s called wearing clothes Rin— ah fuck—”

“Get on the bed.” Rindou says, pulling away and adjusts his clothing. You do as he says, and slide on the bed, watching him as he kicks off his sweats and climbs on top of you. You smile, taking his bottom lip and sucking on the flesh before sticking your tongue inside his mouth.

Your hands cradle his face as you both make out passionately. Lips moving against each others as if you’re starved for attention. A knock on the door breaks both of you away from each other, seeing Ran look at the two of you all content.

You quickly wrap the sheets around your bare chest and Rindou stands up and heads towards the door. “It’s not what it looks like—”

Ran rolls his eyes and reaches inside his pocket, handing a condom packet before patting his shoulder, “Next time, don’t be so noisy when your big brother is in the house alright?”

Rindou’s face flushes and he shuts the door before his brother could see the redness on his face. That night, the two of you put the alcohol back in the kitchen, and made sure that you never spoke about that heated session ever again, even though it was always lingering in the back of both of your minds.

***

“Bro, did you know [Y/N] has a boyfriend now?” Sanzu blurts out one day. Rindou has no clue if he was directly talking to Rindou or the group as a whole, but by the way Sanzu was staring directly into Rindou’s soul as he spoke, Rindou had a feeling that Sanzu knew about his crush on you.

“Who cares,” Rindou tries to act nonchalant as he continues to scroll through his phone, trying to act like his heart didn’t just shatter into pieces the moment the words left Sanzu’s lips.

“Just saying, I thought you might’ve been more upset about it.”

What is this idiot thinking? Why is he outing Rindou’s crush to the entire group? Rindou sent him a death stare to shut the fuck up before his friends started to catch on to what Sanzu was implying.

“Why would Rindou be upset about that?” Koko asks, until a moment of realization hits him like a truck. “Oh fuck.”

“Fuck what?” Rindou says first, “nothing is going on.”

“I already knew,” Ran makes everything worse by opening his mouth. Rindou wanted to sink into the ground and just die. This was so embarrassing.

“How do you know she has a boyfriend though?” Ran asks, staring at Rindou who tries his best to act like he doesn’t care about this, when deep down, Ran knows he’s itching to punch something, or a certain boyfriend of yours.

“Just before class this morning, he handed her a container with some cookies. At first, I just thought he was being nice, till he kissed her on the cheek and left the classroom. I put two and two together and boom.”

“Yikes, he can cook too.” Koko fights back a laugh as he stares at Rindou whose fingers are shaking out of pure anger as he types on his phone.

“Ok who cares? They’re probably stale as fuck,” Rindou bites, fidgeting restlessly in his seat. Sanzu shakes his head, “they taste like heaven.”

“You ate some?!” Rindou raises his voice a little bit, startling Sanzu. “Yeah? They looked good bro.”

“Whatever.” Rindou stands up, leaving his bag there as he puts his phone in his pocket and walks off. They all call out to him as he walks down the hallway but he ignores them all. “He’s fucking pissed,” Ran says, sighing knowing that he’s gonna have to be the one to clean up the mess.

Rindou honestly should have stayed put with his friends because he ended up seeing something he was actively trying to avoid the moment Sanzu opened his mouth. You and your boyfriend, making out by the lockers. Rindou can’t remember much from his 17th birthday, since he was under the influence of alcohol, but he can still sometimes feel your lips on his. Now he’s seeing your lips against your bfs as you’re pressed against the lockers. His hands roaming all over your body as you smile against his lips—

Fuck everything.

You getting a boyfriend is probably the worst thing to ever happen to Rindou. You brought him everywhere. Rindou tried to get your attention away from your boyfriend and invited you to the park but you weren’t responding to his texts. It’s like you were actively avoiding him and it was killing him inside.

The only times you would speak to Rindou, would be when you were all hanging out as a group. Sanzu + Rindou + You and your irritating boyfriend. He managed to creep his way into the friendship group and be involved in everything.

“Sanzu, have you figured out what you’re going to study in college?” You ask as you shift your weight on your boyfriend's lap. Sanzu shakes his head, “might have to drop out of school. I don’t know what I want to study.”

“Take your time man,” the boyfriend that shall not be named opens his mouth and Rindou rolls his eyes. “My father didn’t know what he wanted to do till pretty recently. You have all the time in the world so don’t rush it.”

Sanzu has a heartfelt expression on his face as he starts ranting about how good your boyfriend is with words and blah blah. Well that’s what it sounded like to Rindou. Anything that comes out of your boyfriend's mouth is bullshit to Rindou.

“Isn’t he amazing?” You gloat and turn on his lap to plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Seen better, but whatever.” Rindou mumbles under his breath. You hear him loud and clear but decide not to say anything so that your boyfriend wouldn’t get upset. You look at your boyfriend but he still has a smile on his face so you took a deep breath and changed the topic, but sending Rindou a death stare nonetheless.

“Rindou, can we talk?” You stand before Rindou and scratch your arm waiting for his response. Rindou notices and recognizes it as one of your nervous habits. You’re nervous to talk to him?

“Um, sure.” You sit down on the couch next to him, and turn to face him. “Why are you so rude lately? It’s like you’re always moody and I don’t like it.”

“I’m not rude.” Rindou looks away as he speaks. “I just–,” should he say it? Fuck it. “I just don’t like him and I think you can do better.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh…. well I love him, so.”

Love?

“You love him? You barely even fucking know him. It’s been like 2 months!”

“Actually, 3 months. Who are you to tell me my feelings?” Rindou knows you’re getting frustrated and irritated so he decides to drop it.

The arguments get more and more frequent, but the worst one yet was when you give everybody a box of cookies that your boyfriend made and hand them out to everybody to try. Rindou takes a single bite and looks around to see everybody's reaction. Either they were overexaggerating, or Rindou has 0 tastebuds because he thought it tastes like fucking ass but the look on everyones face spoke otherwise.

“This is so good!” Sanzu says, already digging through the box for another cookie. Ran nods and says it’s good and you anxiously wait for Rindou’s response. He just stares at you before looking away, putting the unfinished cookie on the table. “Tastes like shit.”

“Okay, what is your problem?” You get defensive, “Why do you always have something negative to say about him? He’s trying so hard to get on your good side, he even made these for you, yet you’re acting like a goddamn child.”

“Cause it tastes bad. Happy now? You expect me to lie and act like it tastes good?” Sanzu puts the cookie down and chews quietly as he watches the argument unfold. “It tastes like straight up flour, now you two idiots hype it up like he used an ingredient from the krabby patty secret formula.”

“Oh, so you’re a professional baker now? Go on then, show me some fucking tasty treats.”

“You know what, forget it. Just drop it.” Rindou’s back to his sulky mood but you’re not having it this time. “Why are you so infuriating? You were fine 5 months ago, now I get a boyfriend and you—” you pause as if the realization finally hits you. “Oh, I get it now.”

“You don’t get anything.”

“No, I understand. You’re fucking jealous that Im dating someone and you’re not.”

What?

“Huh? I couldn’t care less about dating anybody. I’d rather date my own left toe than date someone who— you know what, let me shut up.”

“Go eat shit Rindou.” You have no clue what he was gonna say, but you know that if it was enough to make him shut his mouth, then it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“No need, I already ate your boyfriend's cookies.” Rindou sends you a fake smile, and walks out of the room. You flop back on your chair, groaning out of pure frustration because another conversation led to another heated argument. But this time, you didn’t think you both would be able to bounce back from this.

The two of you spent months actively avoiding each other. The last text messages sent were months ago and at night you stare at your phone, just hoping Rindou would come online and text you ‘hey’.

“Have you heard from [Y/N] Ran?” Sanzu asks one day and Ran shakes his head. “Nope, it’s been weeks.”

Rindou’s ears perked up at this. He was actively avoiding you and vice versa, but now you’re avoiding the others? “It’s probably cause of that fucking boyfriend.” Rindou mumbles and for once, Ran and Sanzu agree with him.

“I passed her, in the hallway once and she looked like she was going to speak to me, but her boyfriend showed up behind her and her attention went elsewhere.” Sanzu admits, frowning slightly at the memory, “I hate that dude.”

“Finally, you’re all admitting hes fucking trash and probably pisses inside those cookies.” Rindou grumbles and Sanzu laughs, “No but, you have gotta admit his cookies are good.”

“I’d rather die than ever admit that.”

***

The following week, Ran knocks on Rindou’s door and says there’s someone here to see you. Rindou assumes it's Sanzu or Koko so he lets them in, only to look up and see you standing right infront of his bed.

“Can we talk?”

Rindou’s brain stops working for a moment and it’s not until you sit on his bed, the weight bringing him back to reality. “Uh, yeah.” Rindou makes extra room for you to sit down and you take a deep breath and turn to face him.

“I’m sorry….. for arguing with you, um a few months ago. I didn’t want to end our friendship like that, so I, um, needed to apologize in person.” You bite your lip as you finish, staring into Rindou’s eyes. Rindou notices a tear threatening to fall from your face and quickly wipes it before it can.

“You don’t need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those rude things about him. Even though I still dislike his guts, I’ll tolerate him for you.” Rindou’s words made more tears fall from your face. “There’s no need. We broke up yesterday.”

Rindou’s eyes are blown wide as he hears your words. A smile threatening to leave his lips but holds back. Now isn’t the time for celebration. You need comfort right now.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” He pulls you in for a hug, your scent invading his nose and he dips his head in your hair and kisses the top of your head. You instantly pull away from his hug and look into his eyes. It had been so long since you saw his face, it almost makes more tears fall.

Before you know it, you’re leaning towards him, pressing your lips together. Rindou’s hand caresses your cheek as he feels your lips tremble against his own. “You’re nervous aren’t you?” Rindou mumbles against your lips and you pull back with a shaky breath. “I missed you.”

Rindou is about to lean back in for another kiss but you pull back. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this.” Your words cut deeper than the wind.

“Do what?” Rindou pulls back to read your facial expression. “I can’t,” you whisper and finally make eye contact with him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I’m such an awful person Rin, I…” your voice is shaky and Rindou can see your leg bouncing as you try and finish your sentences. “I used my boyfriend, well ex now, to try and get over my feelings for you. The idea of us being friends forever hurts. I can’t do that and I can’t sit here and just act like everything is oka—,”

“I love you.” Rindou blurts out and you almost choke on your words.

“Huh?”

“I said, '' I love you. I’ve always loved you. Since we were like 16. Seeing you with that asshole boyfriend just made me angry, and frustrated cause that wasn’t me next to you.”

“Can I kiss you? Properly this time.” Rindou nods and you smile as you lean in, pulling him towards you. “Missed you s’much.” Rindou’s voice is muffled against your lips.

“Missed you more.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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I see your horny era has started and that’s fine and all… but aren’t you forgetting something?

After all… You promised us Logan Lee 👹

The outline has been sitting in my notes for like 2 weeks! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE ME DO THIS

Horny era ended, now Logan lee is my best friend

Logan Lee x Reader: Nice

Friends to more? Mostly from Logan's perspective. 'Fuck' counter: high. Sorta builds upon this but without Workers

The incident with Zoe Park left a sour taste in your mouth.

No. That's underplaying it.

More like you tried to wash out the taste of vomit with curdled milk.

You distance yourself from Logan Lee.

Logan isn't one to approach someone peacefully. He's as surprised as you are that he catches up to you before class.

Whatever. He's standing in front of you now. Might as well just come out with it. "What's wrong with you?"

You notice he's not happy, but you can't bring yourself to lie. You're disgusted. "I can't get over how cruel you were to Zoe. You're such an asshole."

He recoils, "The fuck?"

"And to everyone too! I can't believe I didn't see it before. I hate bullies."

Glowering at you, his hand clenches into fists. You don't care if Logan does anything to you, and you don't regret your words.

"Fuck off then," is all he gives before walking away.

What the fuck was that? It's bad enough that Zoe rejected him. Now you're being a bitch too?

"Fuck you," he mutters, "You're a stupid slut anyway."

That's the thing though, you're not. Logan knows you're not. His usual insults to protect himself from hurt - bitch, slut, whore just aren't true. Are they ever true, he wonders.

No. No. Fuck this introspection bullshit.

Logan stares at you in class, his eyes burning into the back of your head.

Occasionally, your eyes would meet and you would immediately look away.

Damnit. Where was your usual smile for him? Where was the cute little wave you did sometimes?

When you used to do it, he would just grunt and ignore you. And now he actually misses it.

That's it. You've just pavlov-ed him. You were playing mind games. That must be it. You fucking-

... What mind games though? You made yourself perfectly clear. Shit.

Logan sighs and absentmindedly return to his sketches. Is this what it's like to miss someone?

No, he reasons. He doesn't miss you at all. You're a nobody.

Logan lies to himself even as he doodles your face.

None of this sits well with Logan. It's been days since you've stopped talking to him. Who cares about you?

Not him.

Why the hell are you so upset anyway.

You need to learn that people are cruel. It's the way of the world. You need to get over yourself.

Logan briefly considers geting back at you for making him feel this way. Yes, that's what he should do. That's what he always has done.

He calls out your name, storming up to your desk, looming over you as you stare with big round eyes. With apprehension and fear.

Fuck. Logan hates it. He's used to seeing it in other people's faces but he realises he never wants to see it in yours.

Is he losing his touch? Is this guilt? Why does it feel like this stomach is in knots.

Whatever. He leaves.

It's a bad habit.

Logan lies at home, scrolling through your social media feed. You don't update often, but it makes him feel a little better. Seeing your face. Somehow still being a part of your life.

No. Wait. Fuck. He slams his phone down. Is this... pining? Does he... like you?

Fucking Zoe and now you. Why does he just like whores-

Logan imagines your face if you knew the names he calls you. Why can't you actually be a bitch? It would make things so much easier. It would make him right.

But you're nice. And Zoe is too.

It doesn't matter anyway. You hate him now. You think he's an asshole.

Peering into the store, Logan can clearly see you. You're chatting away to someone, and he feels a pang of jealousy.

Who is that good looking bastard? God he would love to just snap their spine in two-

Ah, he's getting derailed. This isn't what he's here for.

Logan had the bright idea to bump into you at your job.

"Oh Y/N. What a funny coincidence. I was just in the area. Shopping. Shopping for clothes. What am I holding? Oh uh. I found these flowers. You can have them if you want."

Ok, so he hasn't exactly worked out what he would say to you. So fucking sue him.

And it's not like he's here to apologise. Like he said, it's a coincidence he's here and you're here. Fuck off.

As Logan's hand reaches for the door handle, he pauses. Is this actually a good idea?

He thinks back to your anger on the first day. To how you have avoided him. To him confronting you.

(Even Zoe intrudes into his thoughts, and he feels a flush of shame.)

You said you hated him.

What the fuck was he thinking, approaching you at your work. It would only make you more uncomfortable.

Logan angrily shoves the flowers into a bin.

Nothing rouses Logan out of his dour mood. Everyday, he feels more and more adrift.

He doesn't speak to Jay Gal Gong; ignores Vasco and Zack and Vin Jin, even if he would have beaten them up before.

(That's not strictly true. He punched Vin Jin once, found no joy in it, and kept to himself since.)

Every time Logan wants to be cruel and lash out, he remembers the exact emotions painted across your face and the wind is taken out of his sails.

One day, he gets the strange compulsion to be nice to Zoe.

He hasn't thought about her in weeks, but she's all he can think about today.

No, not like that.

And no, not to apologise. Well, not really. But maybe to just. Talk. Without any ulterior motive.

That's fucking stupid. Like she wants to be reminded of you.

Logan's apathy returns.

"Leave me alone!" That sounds like...

"Y/N!" Logan calls out, running towards the direction of your voice.

He finds you angrily staring down a few guys. Huh, he didn't think you are that brave. Do you have no self-preservation?

"Y/N!" He calls again.

You finally look at him, and he feels seen. "Logan?"

One of the thugs shout, "Is this pig your boyfriend?"

"Fuck off!"

Logan feels laughter bubbling up at your response. The expletives at odds with your sweet disposition.

"Come on," your hand grabs onto Logan's wrist and he allows himself to be dragged away.

"I can fuck them up for you?" he offers.

But you don't need it. You never did like the violence.

Long after you leave, Logan still feels the ghost of your hand on his skin.

There's a hesitant tap on his back. Who the fuck woke him up from his nap?

"Thanks for the other day,"

Oh. It's you. At his desk. Just like how you used to be. This is... nice. You don't look happy, but your anger seems to have subsided.

"Uh..." he eloquently responds and you giggle.

Has Logan ever heard you laugh before? How is the sound so bewitching? And did you always look like that when you smile?

Shit, Logan feels himself blush and ducks his head back down, pretending to return to his slumber.

"You're welcome." His voice is muffled but you can hear him anyway.

You told him once that it's nice to be nice.

Logan called you a moron and you just tutted at him.

And well, Logan Lee is not nice. His baseline tends to flicker between cruel on his worse days, or just unkind on his better ones.

Nevertheless, he continues to keep to himself a bit more, stays out of trouble.

Logan thinks of your smile and your laugh, and it calms him.

He finds it's nice to walk around without the constant anger and rage, like he doesn't need to carry that weight with him.

He could just... be.

You seek him out. Your whole body language is tense. Combative.

"I hate bullies. You're a bully."

Logan thinks about it. He is. "Yeah."

"You admit it?"

"So what?" He feels like an ant under the magnifying glass as you scrutinise him.

"Why have you been so... " You pause, not quite sure how you would describe his behaviour, "normal lately?!"

He grunts in response and you know you won't get anything else more.

You deflate and any trace of fight leaves you.

Logan can't remember the last time he apologised. He's not sure if he has ever even apologised and meant it.

The boat has long sailed for Zoe, but he feels like he owes you something.

Logan leaves one of his drawings of you and a gift on your desk.

Just as he's about to run off, he hesitates. Fuck it. He's gotten this far. Hastily, he scribbles 'Sorry' in the corner of the page. It's barely legible.

The next day, Logan finds the unopened gift returned and sitting on his desk. His heart slumps until he realises that the drawing isn't there.

When you meet Logan's eyes, you give him a smile and a small wave.

He doesn't hide the blush blooming on his cheeks.

You've noticed his change over the last couple months. The growth.

Everybody did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

Maybe you should even give him a chance.

#why the fuck have i written so much about LOGAN LEE #sorry but there are no good pics of logan lol #unless we go for his heartbreak skinny era #pure lookist #logan lee x reader #logan lee #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fanfic #wannaeatramyeon

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tiptapricot · 5 months

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Moon KnightCember day 1: Headspace and/or Home Is Where The Heart Is

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Steven didn’t really know what the place inside was supposed to be. He wasn’t even sure it was there, exactly. It felt like a dream a lot of the time, the same strange tactile sensations and sense of space without really being there. But he liked it anyway.

He’d find himself drifting back when he was tired, or when work got too stressful, and it was like he could rest his eyes and his legs at the same time. It smelled nice, familiar, old memories twining in the soft motes of the air, the floorboards creaking if he stepped right. He was pretty sure it was his house, or… something. He didn’t remember it all too well when he was out again, and to be honest, sometimes he would forget it was there at all until he was tucked back in again. It was a retreat, a safe space. Some cordoned off imaginary place to calm himself, or something like that. He didn’t pay it much mind.

It wasn’t until after Marc, after Egypt, after the Duat, after all of it, that Steven really felt himself there again.

He was sitting at home, Gus’s tank bubbling off to his right as he poured over a sheet of old manuscripts at his desk. He’d nabbed them from a new hole in the wall across town he’d discovered, a place that compiled pieces of old local literature. Magazine submissions, school research papers, poetry, the whole lot of it. Steven had collected quite a nice group of articles, and he was very excited to dig into them, but no matter how hard he tried his eyes just wouldn’t work.

It was that—that tired, sticky, brain feeling, like he was bumping into a barrier every time he tried to get himself to read. There was no juice left to get the momentum going, no matter how much he forced himself to stare at the words.

Steven sighed, mouth thinning as he leaned against his hand in defeat.

It wasn’t a work day then. At least not yet. Maybe he’d have the time later, or tomorrow (he hoped so, petulantly), but not right now.

He ran his finger along the text, tracing the small doodles that were left in the margins of some of the magazine scans, his nail scratching on the ink, his desk lamp humming softly.

It was then that he sort of… shifted. Like taking a breath in, or blinking, only… inwards. He was one place until that place was somewhere else, even though he knew he didn’t move just… slid to the left and back a bit. Slightly.

Steven looked up and found his flat. Well. Kind of. It was the same shelves, floors, carpet, but the books were wrong, the knick knacks spread about different and more diverse. When he stood up, slowly, there seemed to be no real city outside, though he had the impression there was still something there, just out of… reach.

He felt a push of presence and turned, walking past a small table of chipped vehicle models and into the entryway. He glanced up to find the ceiling scattered with glow in the dark stars, the sight shifting with odd accuracy into the vault of the wood, before—

“Steven?”

Steven’s eyes flicked back down, finding Marc leaning against the kitchen counter. It wasn’t the right counter for what should’ve been there, the wood too dark and the windows misty and dull, but it didn’t feel out of place either.

“Oh,” he said. “Um… hi.” He waved slightly, though that felt too… calm. He wasn’t surprised, somehow. Something about this was too familiar for that.

Marc seemed more taken aback than him, pushing off from the cabinets as he stepped closer, his brows furrowed deep.

“This is… like the Duat, isn’t it?” Steven asked. “But… not when we’re dead?”

Marc was still looking at him intensely, something grinding beneath his expression that Steven couldn’t place. He flinched slightly when Marc touched his shoulder in place of a response, his fingers squeezing for a moment, before he inhaled sharply and let his hand run down to rest on Steven’s chest.

A breath. A beat.

A warm pulse hummed between them, golden and alive. The walls swelled with a sweet intake of breath, with new lungs pressed sweetly to their ribcage, sunlight settling like old silt.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Marc tugged Steven into a hug, his hands squeezing fiercely around his back, a fist grasping at the little hairs at the back of his neck. Steven chuckled slightly, surprised by the enthusiasm, and wrapped his arms around Marc in return, pulling him a bit closer.

Marc was solid, in whatever way was possible here, gripped tight in his own clothes, standing of his own volition. That seemed new for them. In a good way.

Steven traced his finger along his own knuckles, his palm laid flat on Marc’s back, and waited for the shape to break apart, for sand to take the space of skin. But it didn’t.

Not here.

This was not an unkindness, not a warped shape to trap them in cold purple seas.

Steven felt a muted spark of surprise twist in his chest, before a deep wave of contentment washed through him.

“Oh…” he whispered, his fingers squeezing slightly tighter against Marc. There was an unsteady breath in his ear, and he let his eyes slip closed, resting his forehead on Marc’s shoulder and pulling him closer, rocking them from side to side.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

Not the splash of oars, or the ticking of a sterile clock. Just them. Just here.

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Jasico Bingo Challenge #8!!

Prompt: Non-said “I love you”

Jason never did really confess to Nico, he just made sure Nico knew how he felt.

Acts of service were Jason's whole personality. They were just how he showed his love. Nico didnt really understand it, but he appreciated Jason's acts of kindness.

It all started when Nico started to complain that he needed a hair cut. It was the middle of summer, and Camp was somehow hotter than the pits of Tartarus. Nico mumbled something about his hair being so long that it only made him sweat more, despite it only barely folding over his shoulders.

After that, Jason carried a small hair and on his wrist every day. He claimed it was just being used as a bracelet, but the second that Nico annoyedly flipped his hair away during sparring, Jason handed it over without a word.

Months later, Nico started to notice little trinkets around his cabin that he hadn't put there. Sometimes, there was a small note on them that said 'from Jason' with a little doodle, but once Nico got used to the strangeness of his newest acquaintance, Jason would just leave them on his bed and wait for him to see it.

Jason also began to do small chores for him. Things like tidying up his desk in his cabin right before the harpies came for inspection and making his bed for him after a particularly draining day were all small pieces of a bigger puzzle Nico was starting to put together.

Nico thought he was going crazy. Why was this guy he just met being so nice to him? Yeah sure, their first interaction included Nico being released from a jar-prison and outed by a god of love, but no one else who he'd just met cared like Jason.

Nico decided he knew where this was going, and was going to play into it as much as he could without being too obvious.

Nico's love language was always physical touch. All his happy memories ended with holding someone he cared about tight. So, he started to let Jason in his personal bubble.

He started slowly with it, sitting closer to him when they were next to each other and brushing him when he walked past. Jason always looked surprised, but smiled when he noticed.

Shortly after, Nico accidentally leaned his head on his shoulder during one of the only campfires he ever decided to attend. At first, he started to pull away. Nico was exhausted, and almost fell asleep.

Jason snaked an arm around his shoulder, letting him stay in place and probably assumed he'd fallen asleep already.

Nico felt his face get red, but leaned into the touch and let himself fall asleep.

The next morning, when Nico woke up in his cabin, he almost forgot about the whole thing. It came rushing back to his memory when he noticed his bed was more neat than usual.

After they both shared their love languages, they got far closer. Occasionally, they would be caught doing something deemed romantic and wouldn’t really bother to defend themselves.

They both knew what they wanted, why bother?

So, they stumbled into a relationship together without the need of saying what it was. They both understood each other on a level incomprehensible by anyone else.

They didn’t need to say anything, “I love you” was written in every action and touch they shared.

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friendshipsbracelet · 2 months

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idk pc funtime :D - kylie x simon fan fic

summary: idk!!! i just wanted to write them having fun on a computer since my friend mentioned them gaming its just a short fic half the time its them just observing each other :p words: 2,105 a03 link if u don't wanna read it on tumblr :3 notes: i just write to have fun sorry if its not the best as a treat u get another doodle near the end

Games are hard and what's even harder is trying to focus on them. No matter what she felt like something always went wrong, she totally didn't care as she gripped the mouse before stopping herself and seeing the horrible text of defeat. The last thing she would do was let a game win over her emotions, she felt someone linger over her shoulder. This feeling was common in the past few months of having a SQUIP but she didn't like it. He was too quiet right now and ghostly, it was out of the ordinary for him. She stopped what she was doing and turned around in her swivel chair just to see Simon standing above her with a scowl.

“You're doing it completely wrong.” He said with a harsh tone and glare as he pushed up his glasses and had his arms crossed. His glasses clouded his eyes whenever he was like this and he looked more stone-cold than ever. She scoffed and threw her hands in the air. “It's just a game..” She mumbled as she turned back around, clicking away to another tab to keep her mind off of it as her lips pouted. “It's so dumb.” She mumbled in a sort of whisper as she put one hand on her cheek to balance her heavy head. He groaned about how sour she was being about this especially since she was lying, does she constantly forget that he's in her head?

He stared at her. “You don't think it's dumb. Your brain doesn't say that. You're just upset because you lost.” Simon weirdly said in a sing-songy voice. He smirked, happy he was right, which was the usual but it still felt nice.

“I don't wanna play anymore. It's…” She growled thinking of a word, and she couldn't find another replacement. “Stupid..” She pouted and swiveled back around to face him. Her legs curled up to her side as she gently rested her head on her knees. He looked down at her a little more. He had a good idea of what to do in this situation, obviously to help her. It was his job after all and it was one of her goals that he would do anything to help her achieve but he stopped himself. She was upset in a way and he had to pick between helping her win or helping her feel better as he weighed the options in his head he wanted to do both at once.

“Stop sulking.” He groaned at her sulking before spinning her back around to face her desk as his geekiness was showing right now. She groaned a little.

“I will help. I have too of course and you need it.” He was trying his best to be polite without being rude but he just wanted to help.

She felt him nudge her out of her sat as she got up with a stretch. He sat down and watched closely on her computer, moving quickly with loud clicks. She bent down a little and watched his blank facial features as she barely paid attention to what he was doing. She always liked seeing him do something he enjoyed in a way like the small moments where he would talk about code and games, it made her so happy seeing him flash a smile and be a total know-it-all.

“Sit and watch.” He moved over a little and phased through the chair uncomfortably as his sides glitched and small blue pixels were coming from him. She sat down and felt bad as she tried her best to make room in the chair, uncomfortably sitting at the side. He winced a little before going back to a normal sitting pose as he felt his side go back to normal, he sighed dramatically before picking her up slightly and placing him on his leg so she could sit on his knee and not be so squished between.

She stiffened at his touch and nervously sat on his leg, her cheeks grew pink as she watched him carefully. He moved his arms around her so he could still use the computer and was very proud of himself for doing such a thing as he wasn't one for touchy-feely things but this was okay enough for him. He did enjoy the slight warmth she always gave off compared to his cold harsh body.

“Watch very closely.” His eyebrows furrowed as she watched the flashing colors on the screen and tried not to giggle at his geeky lisp near the end. It was a lot to process but he was scarily good. Well, why wouldn't he be, after a few minutes of genuine shock and watching it as well as uncomfortably and nervously sitting on his leg.

Her hand was on the mouse as he put his hand over hers to move it around. She couldn’t help but notice how robotically he moved with really no mistakes. It was interesting and his hands on hers made her cheeks a bit pink, it felt so strange when his hand would phase through hers or the mouse's. It was an electric feeling of course but felt so ticklish so she tried not to squirm. Throughout the entire round, he pointed and commented on everything. He talked and talked about her mistakes and the small details she had been missing as well as dropping the fact he had been tracking her and her brain to see how her train of thought while playing worked. She was used to things like that but a part of her couldn't help but feel weirded from it.

She stayed quiet, not to disturb him, and just listened. The pair finally finished and he flashed a grin. He was proud seeing her surprised face and wide eyes, it always made him happy to impress her in any way shape, or form. He could always do that being a supercomputer and all but it was special to impress her with something she was particularly interested in.

“Do you see your simple misthtakes now?” He said with a smug tone, an almost teasing one at that. He leaned back in the chair as he stretched out, his arms went behind his head with a groan. He can't even get tired but he felt like he must emphasize how focused he was.

“Can you play more..It's fun to watch…and u-um.. I need more ‘help’ ” She mumbled as she looked away, trying to hide how impressed she was not to stroke his ego further. He sat back up quickly with wide eyes, for once she was able to see them and he felt himself glitch a little excitedly. He didn't know what to say, a part of him wanted to correct her stuttering but another part of him ignored that completely and just wanted to impress her further.

He felt himself smirk and try not to happily laugh. “Well I mean..Yes.. If you need more explaining then..yes.” He said his best not trying to sound like he was excited to show off. He held her closely with one hand and debated on pecking her cheek but let her get back on his thigh before starting another game.

“I had no idea you needed such help..you know you can always tell me… it's not like I won't know.” He tried sounding helpful but his smug tone just buried it completely. She let out a small nod before leaning into him and moving slightly down in the chair and into the center of his legs so she could finally sit there comfortably. He rolled his eyes at her new pose as the lumbar support wasn’t the best but he didn’t have time to correct her posture he just wanted to show off.

He couldn’t help but monitor her body right now and try his best to take a peek into her mental state. Simon noticed how much she would curl up to him in holding like feeling a part of him wanting to fix how clingy she was but that was the least of his worries most of the time. He can’t claim not to know why she feels this way, he’s a part of her brain, but he wouldn’t want to point that out right now, which could upset her.

He quickly noticed her sudden compliance to all of this when usually she would resist the help in the things she takes pride in. He noticed her nerves relaxing and blood pressure slowing which made him a bit antsy, he gently touched her side just to see her pressure spike up again. It made sense, he was just worried for nothing.

He was getting used to her being on top of his leg as he opened them a bit more and nudged her in the space in the middle, he always enjoyed this fun pose they did from time to time it was like she was in the palm of his hand. She moved downwards in the seat and leaned backward, she was rather happy about this whole thing. She didn’t care sometimes about how bad or good she did in a game usually. She just happened to get a bit pissy about it. Kylie just wanted to see him have fun at the moment and relax. It was an interesting thing to watch and she hoped her account didn’t get banned for technically bot activity..eek O_O..but who knows..

He started enough round as he let out a small relieved sigh like he had been working all day and just sat down.

During the queue times, he usually placed his head on hers to rest it or impatiently tangled through her hair with his fingers before focusing in. He was having fun and wished he could do it all the time..he can but he just chooses to focus on other things and other ‘goals’..

He didn’t say much, usually pointing when something interesting happened and loudly explaining their faults or he just made quiet giggles trying not to disturb her peace. Her eyes felt heavy but she watched intensely and had a small smile the whole time. He tried his best not to move around a lot so she wouldn’t fall off or move somewhere else, he liked the warmth and weight on him versus the cold empty floaty feeling he felt all the time. It made him feel alive but he was too flustered to make any more moves really.

He felt her go limp during some moments and couldn’t help but take a peek at her heart rate and pressure. She hadn’t been going to bed at his preferred time for her so it made sense she would be so tired but a sense of pride washed over him when he realized she fell asleep on him. He would usually discourage such a thing as she’s not sleeping in a good supporting position and she was still in her normal clothes but he would let it all slide for tonight. He was so happy she was even comfortable enough to sleep on him. His breathing got quicker as he tried to be extra careful as he felt her heavy warm weight curl around him and drift off from time to time. She was fighting to stay awake but it was so comfortable and hearing him click away felt nice.

After a few games around 2 hours flew by before he noticed her fully asleep and zipped out the chair slowly. He was trying his best not to disturb her needed slumber and shushed her to sleep. Simon debated moving her to the bed but if he didn’t it could be another issue for tomorrow. He mentally rolled his eyes as tried to gently carry and or pick her up on the bed which was difficult since she would open her heavy eyes a little before drifting back off. He wasn’t used to carrying someone at all and rolled her onto the bed as he put a small blanket on her while removing her glasses with another hand. He tried his best to make sure she kept perfectly straight before she rolled over and messed it up.

Simon gave a small smile before gently kissing her cheek, feeling the slight zap that came from it. He sighed as he placed the glasses down and disappeared into the dark as the room's lights turned off, he couldn’t sleep but he had to have a stationary mode of sorts where he just waited for tomorrow and studied the plan for the next school day.

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years

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1999 Kurt Wagner x Reader Pt.3

Bayville, IL March 1999- Bayville Junior High

“Now repeat after me class, Entschuldigung” The old German teacher said calmly as she wrote it on the whiteboard. The class numbly repeated the word in a depressing monotone. Leon wasn't paying attention in the slightest as he found trying to balance a pencil on his upper lip far more entertaining than the German language. He had no interest in the class but he had to take a language class and Spanish was filled up so they got thrown into the German class. He glanced at his twin who was doodling on his desk with a similar bored expression on his face, Milo having drawn a sort of comic strip of two little devils wreaking havoc and doing other silly tasks. Leon is already getting distracted from his twin's doodle and glancing around the room, ‘Boring…Boring.. Oh Hello~ There’ Leon raised an eyebrow as he saw a pretty girl in the front in her cheerleading uniform that rode up a bit, he tilted his head a bit like this was going to allow him to see more when he felt a whack to the back of his head, wincing he glared at his twin knowing he had been the one to do it with his tail. “Tool-” “Bite me” Milo replied with a smirk, “Mr, (Y/L/N)’s Is there something you two want to share with the class?” Leon gave a awkward chuckle and quickly shook his head “U-Uh no Ma’am-”

“God, that class took forever! I never thought we would get out of there!” Leon said with a laugh as he rushed out of the building with his skateboard under his arm, Milo right on his tail as he playfully shoved his brother “You are just dumber than a rock dude, not the classes fault” He joked before he tossed down his board and sped down the sidewalk, Leon snorting a laugh as he repeated the action and followed his brother. “Yeah Yeah whatever!” The two brothers started to insult each other as they rode down the sidewalks, weaving through the traffic of people like experts as they headed home. “Hey lets stop by the Stop and Go real quick, I want a pop” Leon called out to Milo as he made a hard turn into the dinky little corner store. Milo rolling his eyes but following anyway. After a few turns they pulled up to the very nice looking

“Woah, Look at this thing-” Milo chimed as he couldn't help but admire the motorcycle, It was an older Harley Davidson that looked very well taken care of, Leon smirking as he whistled at it “Bad Ass” he chimed as he looked over it. A twinkle of Mischief in his eyes as he glanced around the two of them “Hey stand guard” Leon told his brother as he tossed down his bookbag quickly and slipped himself onto the bike, Leon felt like a total badass even if his feet were barely touching the blacktop as he sat on the bike “Dude You're gonna get caught!” Milo hissed at his brother as he went to pull him off, Leon wrapping his tail on the bottom stem of the seat to keep himself planted, the two starting to bicker at each other loudly like some odd game of tug of war. Leon and Milo going back and forth so heavily their scales dissolving revealing their natural blue forms, It wasn't until the sound of the store's bell ringing and the audible sound of a can falling to the ground did the twins stop. Turning their yellow eyes to see a figure standing there in utter shock, He was a stocky guy with jet black hair and a wicked five o’clock shadow wearing some jeans and a very worn leather jacket. He looked like he beat people's asses for fun and he was looking at them with the most wide eyed surprised look that did not fit his face.

There was a few seconds of silence as the three figures stared at each other, shocked at seeing each other. Milo was the first to do anything, Yanking his brother off the bike causing the expensive Motorcycle to fall and then a loud “BAMF!” as the twins disappeared with a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone leaving behind the skateboards and Leons bookbag.

The man stood there, Staring at where the two kids had been before stepping forward. Picking up his bike from the ground and pulling out his cellphone from his pocket as he dialed the first number to pop up, pressing it to his ear as he picked up the fallen bookbag and looking it over as the line picked up. “Hey Chuck its Logan, I just saw something real fucking interesting-” He muttered as he found a tag on the lip of the backpack which read ‘If Lost please call (Y/N) (L/N) at 555-xxx-xxxx or return to this address-’ Logan’s eyes widening at this “Just bring the Elf along too- He’s gonna want to see this”

“Dude you fucking idiot! If mom finds out someone saw us she is gonna kill us!” Milo said as he shook his Twin. The two boys standing behind some random park Milo had teleported them too, Leon was biting his lip as he panicked and tried to think of what to do. “Okay Okay! She first of all, wont find out and second wont see us. That guy looked like some gang banger or something so no one will believe him and they know us more! But just in case lets chill at Josh’s for a while” Leon said as he tried to make his shitting ‘Plan’ work. Milo groaned as he rubbed his face more and glared at his other half- “Fine... We’ll chill with Josh... But we dont say a word to Mom” Leon nodded at this as he took a sigh in relief, which was cut short due to the punch to the dick he got by Milo a second later-

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“Are you sure this is alright Nancy?” (Y/N) asked as she walked into the house, kicking off her shoes and setting down her purse. Adjusting her Nokia against her ear as she listened to the other line “Yeah (Y/N) the boys said they wanted to sleep over here with Josh for the night. Ill drop them off tomorrow too” Nancy had always been a reliable parent and the only other mutant in the Town, She had helped (Y/N) quite a few times and gave the single mother some time to herself. “Alright, I really appreciate it. Just make sure they dont get into too much trouble” (Y/N) said as she went to the fridge to grab some food and wine for the evening, with pleasant goodbyes (Y/N) grabbed her armfull of random left overs and put on some Friends. Free time activated-

Next Morning

(Y/N) rubbed her tired eyes, She truly did not feel like getting back up from her bed. It was her only day off and she had already gotten up to make sure the trash was out before finding herself back in her bed. However, the annoying sound of the doorbell going off made her groan loudly in frustration before she forced herself up “I'm coming!..God Damn…” She barked angrily as she marched to the front door, wrapping her bathrobe around herself tightly and slammed it open ready to tell whoever was at the door to leave, however her irritation and tiredness was quickly wiped from her when she saw who was at her door. Her blood ran cold and her heart sank to her stomach. There was Xavier seated in his chair looking up at her calmly and to his left stood Jean who looked very nervous to be there with Logan behind her, giving her a single nod in greeting and to the right… the last person she ever wanted to see again, Kurt. He was messing with his own hands as his Yellow eyes stared at her nervously.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) it's lovely to see you again. May we come inside?’

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applesupply · 1 year

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♡TRUNKS X MALE READER

Goten and trunks were at school before class starting so they were just by the lockers standing around

"God hes so annoying but so handsome for no reason" trunks complained "Bro please for the love of god this is like what the 100th time you went on and on about ur boy crush on y/n like theres other topics you y'know "

"AH I HAVENT BEEN TALKING ABOUT HIM THAT LONG" goten was really annoyed by this child at any moment he was just gonna fuckin smaxk the shit outta him "Ow bro loud as fuck and why dont you just confess ur literally heart out to him" Goten really needed Trunks to man up and confess like the worse is a no right?

"Its not that simple were both guys idk if you noticed he probably likes girls or something and even if he likes guys I probably wouldn't be an option like have you seen him?" Trunks really was overthinking again it's a pretty bad habit of his I mean sure hes a genius thinker like his mother but he sure has a lot on his mind especially with handling school and fighting or training and even you

"Ur like hella gay dude like man up and just give him a kiss or something " Goten really wanted this topic to change it's always about you for like what? forever now "I'm not gonna just kiss hi-" the bell rang

Goten was really happy to just go to class for once in his life it's not fun hearing your best just straight up talk about a guy when he doesnt man up and talk to him Goten thinks Trunks doesnt really talk to him now that he thinks about it does he even talk to him? Oh well

Trunks sat in his first period ah yes the best class Math doesnt matter which class it's all math and it all sucks but at least he gets to sit next to you his lovely crush his little boy crush

Honestly you dont really pay attention or anything you kinda just sit there and doodle in your notebook some notes here and there but other than that you're either spacing out or sleeping Trunks thinks you look nice while sleeping weird I know he thinks hes weird for finding you lovely while just passed tf out on your desk

But today you were awake somehow it's a catch up day yknow where you get all ur work turned in that's late or overdue or summatives all that jaz

"Can you help me on this worksheet I think I was sleeping when we were doing this topic" what Trunks snapped out of his gaze and looks at you You YOU YOU TALKED TO HIM hes just gonna blow up right then and there god you're just so- hes sitting there and staring too long you probably think hes an idiot or stupid

"Uh yeah I sure can let me see" trunks replied a bit hesitant but nonetheless the words were fine and it was better than rushing I guess

Yall say there for a but trying to work on this worksheet apparently you did infact slept on that day trunks had a bit trouble on the topic but he still nailed it down and yall got it done together

"Thanks man very nice of you" You offered him a fist bump which he gave one right back god you touched his hand he thought now he was thinking of yall holding hands god how much he wanted to do that he wanted to do a lot of things with you

If you dont think theres a lot of things just ask goten I'm sure he remembers after all Trunks literally talks documentaries about you all the time

As you turned in the paper work you sat back down you were either debating sleeping or just going on your phone trying to hide it from your teacher you decided the latter

Trunks was seriously thinking about this morning he really liked you and wanted to know if you feel the same he looked over at you and you were on your phone sheesh you were bad at hiding it and your screen

He saw it theres a picture of him on your phone? Excuse me why huh did you like him did you feel the same he must've been looking a little too long because you noticed and pulled the phone to your chest really close and a little far up so

"Y/n L/n is that a phone I see give it here" The teacher's voice boomed god he hated that teacher they were so annoying for no reason

The teacher went over and took Y/n's phone and went back to their next what a bitch he thought

"You didn't see anything did you" Trunks thoughts were interrupted when he heard you "I saw a pic of me?" He soon replied

"AH I'm sorry dude that's embarrassing" you seemed so ashamed of yourself for being caught

"That's ok maybe when you get your phone back at the end of the day I could maybe give you my number?" Bold move trunks he thought he sure was you looked at him you were so red in the face but you laughed it off

"yeah dude I'll love your number"

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Sticky Notes

Classes at RAD are for the most part interesting, especially for exchange students from the human realm. But the basics like human history, geography and English classes are deadly boring for MC. They were already in university before the exchange program and now they have to relive the hell that was high school subjects?! There was a reason why they had decided to go to the art academy. Not that they would get much out of the study except for a fancy paper and unemployment, but it was better than rotting away behind the desk with lots of text on paper.

Today they were just wasting their time in English class again. It didn’t help that the teacher was known to speak with a monotonous voice so the entire class was bored out of their minds. The only fun part was that the teacher didn’t really care about the use of a D.D.D. But they had to be on silent mode.

To MC’s delight they had found a lost stack of sticky notes in their bag so they decided to doodle a bit to pass time. They doodled classmates, random objects, little anatomy studies from their phone, sometimes animals or a stupid human inside joke only Solomon understood. At the end of the class, their entire table would be covered in sticky notes with all kinds of doodles and since it was their assigned seat, they could just leave it at as it is.

So imagine MC’s surprise when they found their seat completely clean. Not a single sticky note in sight. There was nothing harmful about that, but they wondered who took them. Did the teacher remove them? But the teacher denied having touched any doodles, he thought it added a nice atmosphere to the classroom so he left it alone. All seven brothers shook their heads when asked if they took any sticky notes. Class was starting so MC didn’t have time to ask others. That didn’t stop them from making more though, Solomon enforced the behavior by searching for memes and making MC change the people into the brothers. It was a miracle the two still had oxygen by the time the class ended, they were trying really hard not to laugh too much. Again they left the doodles on their table and went to the cafeteria with Purgatory Hall crew. During lunch, the demon Prince came by as well looking quite…giddy…? It was a strange look on him and no one could really guess nor did they dare to ask. Perhaps Barbatos allowed something be wanted to do? Hopefully it’s nothing…strange…

After lunch they return for classes, looking up some more reference material but they are met by a surprise.

They walk into the classroom and the moment they look at their seats, everything is squeaky clean! All the notes are gone.

“Shit…”

“What’s shit?” Satan has joined them and he is a little confused why they’re staring at their tables. Isn’t it suppose to be clean and in order?

“Ah…it’s uh…we drew some memes and…”

“We left it on MC’s table, but they disappeared somehow…?”

“Hmm…suspicious. It wasn’t any of us, that’s for sure, otherwise Lucifer would have gotten your asses already.”

“The only ones who have access to the closed classrooms are the teachers, but none of them claim to have taken any.” MC adds and the three simply stare at the tables, before the teacher tells them to go to their own seats.

However, MC struggles to follow the class as they keep getting distracted by their own thoughts. Why would anyone take some silly doodles?

After two hours the bell finally rings and it marks the end of their day. MC is still in their own world and Solomon has to snap his fingers in front of their nose to wake them up.

“You’re still thinking about who took them?”

“Yeah, it’s all just really strange to me.”

“How about this. We make some new doodles tomorrow and leave them on the desk. I’ll place an all-seeing-eye in my PE bag and leave it in the classroom. If the culprit comes back for more, we can catch them.”

“They’re silly little sticky notes, I’m just overthinking it.”

“Did I hear you say catching a culprit?” Satan butts in, being curious as always with his big love for mystery novels. His room is full of them and MC has had the pleasure of borrowing them a few times. Satan’s room is basically MC’s personal library. But the price for delay or loss is way greater than RAD’s…Asmodeus is the only one who lived to tell the tale. It still haunts him to this day and he has sworn to never borrow a book from Satan ever again.

“Yeah, why?” MC asks as they raise an eyebrow.

“I want to join.”

“It’s really not that dramatic though.”

“I don’t care, if it happens to be Lucifer, I’ll have some blackmail material and otherwise I have something interesting for the day.”

The next day, the three of them mumble amongst themselves for a bit, before leaving to “get lunch”. They pretend the leave their side of the building and Solomon looks around as he quickly puts an invisibility spell on them. They sneak back to their classroom’s corridor and hide in their lockers, waiting for someone to enter the space.

It feels like hours have passed when they finally hear heavy voices and footsteps approaching their lockers. Unlike Solomon and MC, Satan has heightened senses as a demon, thus he can make out the culprits by scent and aura.

“Your majesty, I still can’t help but wonder why you insist on taking all those silly drawings. Is there something special about them?”

Diavolo?!

“The special thing about them is that they are made by MC. I think they’re absolutely adorable, though some of them are quite odd, I enjoy looking at them. Perhaps if I use them as research material, I might be able to understand human culture better.”

MC feels a little funny and looks down at their green pactmark on their hip to see it faintly glowing. Satan’s pactmark, he is experiencing conflicting emotions. They quickly grab their D.D.D. to text him, asking if everything’s alright.

“I’m fine…it’s just so weird to me how obsessed he seems with humans…particularly you…but you’re mine already…”

So it seems he is worried, a little possessive but also a bit amused. It could also be that his wrath is acting up faintly.

“I agree that it’s strange, but you don’t have to worry. I’m sure his curiosity is the reason for all this, not me as a person. He might be the Demon Prince of Devildom, but you’re my Demon Prince.”

“I swear on Mammon’s creditcard, if it weren’t for this damn locker and those people inside the classroom, I would’ve kissed you.”

“Looks like we’ve got plans once we’re home ;)”

“Wrong fucking chat you nasty rabbits.” Solomon interrupts them and MC can feel themselves blush out of embarrassment. It’s a good thing they’re in separate lockers.

After a little while the door opens again and they catch a glimpse of a bundle of sticky notes in a box, along with the previous lost ones. There’s a ton of them. Has he been collecting each and every one MC’s been leaving around for the past few weeks or something?

When the professor has left, the three bust out of their lockers to confront the Demon Prince who’s ears and cheeks have gone red. Barbatos seems unfazed, he probably saw all of this coming some time ago.

“So you’re the one who’s been taking MC’s sticky notes, your majesty?” Solomon crosses his arms in amusement as he questions the throne’s heir.

“I don’t quite understand why you have to be sneaky about it when you could’ve asked MC or Solomon directly.”

“Was that why you were looking so happy lately?” Satan asks forcing the prince to give in.

“When I first saw them I thought they were cute and wanted to study one from up-close. And I guess from there my curiosity took over so I kept coming back to see if you made more…”

“Curious about humans as ever I see…I’ll let you off the hook this time since they’re just silly little drawings, but if I ever catch you taking something more personal without permission, you can forget about any favors.” MC squints their eyes at Diavolo who nods in agreement, relieved that they aren’t mad at him.

“Great, problem solved. Can we go home now?”

“It’s lunch break Satan…”

“Argh! I just wanna go home...” Satan signs as he leans his forehead against MC’s shoulder.

“Let me talk to the headmaster. The least I could do is gives you early dismissal from class for causing trouble.”

“Would you really?!”

“Leave it to me, you three can pack your stuff and go home.” Diavolo nods at Satan, who seems as happy as one can be and the blond rushes trough the classroom to pack his and MC’s bag, before dragging his S/O out of the building like a kid going to the amusement park.

“Satan slow down!” MC giggles, but gets swept up in his arms as he runs home with them.

“No time to lose before the others are home! Don’t forget what you told me over text.” He says with a mischievous grin.

Rip levi’s ears I guess if u know what I mean 😏

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #solomon x reader

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Small Mouse in a Small Cage

Pinky never knew why Brain would like to take over the world.

He never needed to know, anyway.

He just knew that achievement would make Brain happy.

And he would do anything to make Brain happy.

That's all that mattered to Pinky.

"In this room, there is only you and me

Let us continue singing our song together

Anything in the outside world...I don't have to know about it

...If that's what you wish for"

[Mention of (major) Character Death]

For a genetically modified mouse, Pinky was quite naive.

Unlike others of his kind, such as Snowball or Julia, Pinky harboured no ill will on his mind, nor any idea of an "ill will" was.

He did not grow bitter of the cruel world he was so unluckily born into, nor develop thoughts of vengeance towards the merciless scientists who had experimented on him.

Even after all those electric shocks and drug injections, Pinky never lost that innocent heart of his.

Also retained was his ignorance to the world.

While the others were drafting equations and hypotheses in a computer, Pinky was doodling a sketch of himself on a piece of paper. While they were seeking to travel through waters and the sky, Pinky was more than happy to stay in his little cage. (And why was he still living in a cage, anyway?)

To him, there's no need to travel beyond his home. Everything of the outside world was already within his reach: The lights on the ceiling were the sun in the morning, the stars at night. The tall desks and tables were the mountains, and the huge bathtub the deep blue sea. Everything he needed was already with him.

As for company...Well, Pinky had one and one only, but that person alone meant everything to him.

That person was the whole world to Pinky.

From the moment Brain opened the cage door, Pinky felt his heart being opened as well. When Brain held his hand, it was as if Pinky was touched to his heart.

Pinky remembered that day as if it had just been yesterday. Brain grabbed him by the wrist, leading him away from the laboratory room and out of the building. The two rodents ran and ran, climbing through secret passages that Pinky hadn't even known existed, evading traps which he would have otherwise stepped right onto. They kept running away hand-in-hand, until they stepped out into the open field.

It was a grass field outside of the secret laboratory building, in the middle of a wilderness. The two fugitives lay on the grass field, their chests heaving heavily from their great escape just now. Pinky asked nothing, and Brain explained nothing. They were both too exhausted to talk. They only looked up at the night sky, listening to the surrounding ambience.

For the first time in his life, Pinky knew what the stars were like. For the first time in his life, Pinky learned what cricket chirps sounded like.

But more importantly...for the first time in his otherwise pathetic life, someone had done something nice for Pinky.

The cosmos and insects meant little to Pinky. What mattered that day was Brain. What mattered that night was feeling loved for the very first time.

Of course, if he had shared with anyone about how grateful he was for Brain's "rescue", almost everyone would tell Pinky he was only being taken advantage of. After all, why would Brain go through all the hassle of saving a mouse he didn't even know? Everyone knew Brain was much smarter than that, and the word "sympathy" didn't even exist in his mental dictionary.

Brain might have only wanted a fellow escapee in his jailbreak, or a scapegoat if he was caught. He might have only wanted a lackey in his future plots, or maybe even a guinea pig in his experiments. Others might never know what the cunning mouse was thinking, but everyone always assumed the worst when it came to Brain.

But not to Pinky, for the naive white mouse saw only the kindest in someone's heart, for the worst and the best.

And Brain was the kindest person Pinky had ever known.

"I called you 'father'

While you called me 'daughter'"

After a restful night, the two returned to the construct that was once their prison, only to find the entire building to be abandoned. Brain must have scared off the personnel with his...not-so-pleasant escape plan.

And so, the laboratory they had been so unfortunately accustomed to became their new home sweet home.

Even after becoming practically roommates, Pinky knew little about Brain. He never asked nor answered trivial questions. While Pinky told Brain literally everything about himself, the only things Brain told Pinky was his name, his ambition to take over the world, and how Pinky could help.

And Pinky just took what he was told as it-is, and became Brain's partner in "taking over the world", whatever that meant. Perhaps part of his compliance to something he didn't even know was because he was Pinky: He wasn't the brightest of mice, after all. But a bigger part was because that was Brain: The person who saved him, and showed him what it was like to be "loved".

He would do anything for Brain, whatever it was.

"Because you worry about me who cannot walk

You filled the room with beautiful things for me"

The man-made laboratory soon became fit for two mouse-size residents. There were ladders and stairs to climb to higher places, and even elevators for both cargos and mice. Needless to say, all of the constructs were made by the shorter mouse, whose intelligence and creativity astonished Pinky to no end. Seeing Brain making impossibilities into possibilities always made Pinky admire him so much.

"A red glass

With a blue spoon inside

Along with a pair of yellow-framed mirrors"

When sunlight shone through the windows of the building - whether it be the noon sun, or the dusk twilight - it always illuminated their shared home in an amber sheen. Something as simple as natural light would already show Pinky the beauty of the world.

Such a beautiful scenery would always make Pinky want to sing and dance. If he was alone, he would just sing and dance to himself without a care in the world. That would already make him so calm and happy.

But what would make him the happiest mouse on Earth was when Brain was there. Pinky would offer him a hand and a silly grin, an unofficial invitation to be his dance partner. More often than not, the shorter mouse would be busy with his schemes.

But when, for some reasons, Brain accepted his hand, that would make Pinky feel over the moon. Every time their paws touched felt like the first time, when they had been escaping the facility they now called home. Even if it was just a 1-in-a-1000 chance, it was this rare occurrence that Pinky treasured the most. It was like a lottery, but how much money won from an actual one could not compare to Brain saying a simple, free "yes".

Brain would always be the one to lead, despite being the shorter of the duo. Perhaps the mastermind just didn't like being told what to do. Not that Pinky would care, though. As soon as Brain had said "yes" or nodded, Pinky wouldn't have any more requests.

Under the gentle sunlight, the two mice stood hand-in-hand, their snow white coat reflecting the glittering light. They would dance to Brain's selection of classical music, which would always be played when the mad scientist was working. None of the mice knew much about choreography: Brain had no time to explore such trivial knowledge, while Pinky had no interest to study at all. Still, they danced according to the smooth, soft rhythm, guided by nothing but their little thumping hearts.

At times when no music was available, Pinky would hum his own song. It would always be that one song, the melody of which he heard during his time still in captivity. There were lyrics to the song too, but Pinky could not quite remember. All he could sing was with simple vocalisations of different pitches, which were something taught to him as part of an experiment in learning (not that he knew what he was taught was called "solfège").

His singing voice was the only talent Pinky was proud of himself. Brain would never admit it, but Pinky's voice was something that would always bring a smile to his face. And Pinky noticed that. He knew he was too daft to help in formulating a plan, a formula or an equation. He knew he was too clumsy to assist in an expedition, an operation or a heist. All he could do was to cheer Brain up, with the only thing he was good at.

"In this room, there is only you and me

Let us continue singing our song together"

Every second of those moments felt like heaven on earth. Worries and fears melted away like chocolate in the sun, while sadness and despair washed away like seashells on the waterfront. In those moments, nothing in the world mattered. Just Pinky and the Brain, and that alone was everything to Pinky.

"Anything in the outside world...I don't have to know about it

If that's what you wish for"

Countless days had passed (or perhaps not a lot in reality, but very long in the eyes of a mouse). Brain had drafted and executed plans after plans, made inventions after inventions. The stack of scraped blueprints piled only higher, yet the goal of "taking over the world" seemed nowhere closer.

Brain started staying at the laboratory for longer and longer periods of time. Even if he did go out, it would be only for the preparation or execution of his plans. Afterwards, he would be back in his office, disappearing from the rest of the world.

Away from the working table, Pinky only watched. He could only watch, as Brain grew more elusive day by day. The sight of his partner so indulged in work had always made him feel swoony. Now, however, Pinky's heart was clouded in worry and helplessness.

And a deep feeling of guilt, too.

Pinky did everything he could to help. Anything that would lessen Brain's burden as much as possible: He kept the abode sparkly clean every day. He prepared all the meals from breakfast to dinner. He did every manual labour Brain told him to.

Still, Brain's smile never came back. That smile, so rare yet so precious, was truly gone.

And Pinky could do nothing about it. He hated that he could do nothing about it.

"The dark bedroom, and the scenery outside the window

Those are the entirety of world to me"

From a certain day onwards, Brain had never accepted Pinky's hand anymore. Pinky remembered so deeply, that one time, when he wanted to cheer Brain up with a small dance...his hand was slapped away. It couldn't have been Brain - Brain would never do such a thing - but there were only two mice in the room.

Pinky held his retracted hand, but it was his heart that hurt.

Their feelings became distant, as Brain began working alone a lot more often. When Brain went outside, he no longer brought Pinky along with him. He didn't say if it was out of concern or annoyance, but Pinky thought to himself the latter. It was because of his incompetence that Brain had to work alone, the poor mouse thought.

On days when Brain was out on an expedition, Pinky would stay behind, eagerly waiting for the return of the one he loved. His home never seemed so empty, although what was missing was only a single short mouse. His heart was working fine as ever, yet it seemed as if a hole had been punched through it.

"Although you are always gentle to me

You never tell me about the outside world"

When sunlight seeped through the windows now, not even the noon sun could purge the coldness in the room. Although the bright light illuminated all the fantastic constructs in the laboratory, such a beautiful painting would always be missing something. The music player spun no more, and the abode was a painful silence. Except for the clattering and clunking of machineries, which sounded like gossips and mockeries.

Sometimes, Brain would even be out overnight, much to the remaining mouse's worry. Pinky never doubted Brain's ability, yet the pitch black darkness outside sent his heart racing in anxiety.

And the cries of the crickets filled it with loneliness.

"The trinkets in the room laugh at me

'We are just the same thing'"

In those lonely nights, Pinky began to sing.

It would always be the same song, the same melody, but it sounded different with a sour heart. Under the veil of moonlight, the lone mouse danced and serenaded, to the one he loved. Even if his voice trembled, even if his eyes teared...He never stopped singing.

"Lu Li La Lu Li La, I sing this melody

As if the world outside cannot hear my voice"

Though so far away from his dear Brain, Pinky only hoped the night wind would carry his voice to the one he loved; or the gentle breeze would carry his song to the wishing star above, praying that his beloved one would come back safe and sound. After all, his singing was the only thing that could make Brain happy.

And he would do anything to make Brain happy.

"I will only sing for you

Because that's what I wish for"

In another lonely midnight, when Pinky had fallen asleep after singing his feelings to the moon and stars...his wish was granted.

Brain was there, right in front of his eyes, waking him up. It was much better than any sweet dreams he could have.

Pinky would love to give Brain a tight, affectionate embrace, congratulating him on his triumphant return.

But Brain didn't seem to have the time for that, otherwise he wouldn't have woken Pinky in the middle of the night.

Instead of his usual smugness, Pinky saw something he had never seen on Brain's face.

Fear...?

Brain yelled something to Pinky, but he couldn't remember clearly in his drowsy state.

"I heard from you about the word 'war'"

He also remember hearing some other unknown voices and noises, like angry shouting and hurried, heavy footsteps.

The normally cool laboratory felt somewhat hot, too. And a strange smell was getting stronger and stronger.

Without another word, Brain grabbed Pinky by the wrist, just like how he did when they first met. Pinky would have thought that had been a dream, if it wasn't for how real it felt. Brain frantically brought him to the nearest window, and struggled to open it even with the help of machinery.

Pinky was confused, so confused. Especially when the foreign noises kept getting louder, and the room kept warming up despite the cool night breeze. But he decided to keep silent. He trusted in Brain. He knew Brain would always make the right decision. Whatever the pickle might be, Brain would always come out victorious. He would always come home, safe and sound.

In a split second, shorter than Pinky could comprehend...The window was opened, and he was pushed out of the building.

He didn't have the chance to ask what. He didn't have the chance to ask why.

All he saw was Brain standing on the window sill, getting further and further away from him.

Were those tears in his eyes? Why was he so sad? Why wasn't he coming along?

And...

"Why is the room on fire?"

Those were Pinky's last thoughts, before the small mouse hit the grass field below.

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"So...this is Pinky and the Brain's lab...?"

"And home..."

"And 'was', I guess..."

"Yes...sadly."

Turning the knob of a burnt door, the Warner Siblings and Chairman Plotz entered their mice friends' abode.

Former abode, now in ruins.

Even though none of them voiced out their feelings - not even the talkative Yakko or the straightforward Wakko - all undoubtedly felt a heavy sense of dread.

"It's...all burnt down..."

Dot inspected her surroundings, the sorrowful emotion in her heart unconsciously being muttered out. She remembered Pinky having invited her (and her brothers) to the lab: It was a marvellous design then, much better than the interior and exterior of the water tower combined. It was almost like a tourist attraction, albeit being a legitimate working and living space.

Now, however, Dot not only mourned the destruction of an aesthetic, but also the loss of someone important. The tourist attraction was destroyed, along with the tour guide. One thing could be repaired, the other could not.

"H-how did this happen, Mister Plotz...?"

Wakko held the hand of his elder brother, his speech demeanour being unusually polite. He could still recognise the remnant of the dining area, where Pinky had once challenged him to an eating contest.

"Yea...How could this happen...?"

Yakko added, although his eyes were focused on the ruined office section. Unlike his siblings, he bonded with Brain more, whom he looked up to as a teacher-figure. How else would he know about the countries of the world? That megalomaniac mouse was more than happy to share the places he wished to conquer.

Chairman Plotz had been hesitant to break the news to three children, but they deserved to know. If there's anyone who absolutely deserved to know, it would be the Warners. They were already the last to be informed, yet had been the closest to the two mice.

"I...I hate to say this, but..."

Thaddeus Plotz was never good with words, and now was even harder.

"...It was an inevitable outcome. No one could have predicted this, but everyone could have seen that happening someday."

He chose his words carefully, trying not to hurt the children more than necessarily.

"Brain had made too many enemies...His ambition in world domination clashed with so much of the others. His plans and schemes angered and frightened so many."

"And when you have enemies...vengeance is something you have coming for you."

"Brain...He had it coming. It had just been a matter of time."

"I'm sorry, kids..."

Chairman Plotz looked away from the three siblings, who were understandably silent. His heart was still conflicted about telling them the cold truth.

Yakko was the first to take in the news.

"But...but what about Pinky...? He...he couldn't have had it coming, too?"

Not the innocent, friendly Pinky. This made it even harder for Plotz to explain.

Luckily, he didn't have to, when a soft singing voice was heard all of a sudden. Everyone turned to the source of the sound, but no one could believe their eyes nor ears.

The mouse in question was sitting on the window sill, carefully camouflaged in the white background until now. His short legs were dangling outside, while his long tail was hanging inside.

It was the same song, the same melody. But he finally remembered how the lyrics go.

"Found in the burnt-down mansion"

The Warners slowly approached the window, tears forming in their eyes.

On the window sill...

"Were the body of the lonely man"

"And a charred clockwork doll"

(22-11-2022 ~ 26-3-2023)

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So, uh, this is something...

First of all, this is my first time writing about your favourite mouse boyfriends, and I immediately killed off one of them. So...yeah.

Secondly, this was actually quite an "impulse idea". Aside from writing about a new production, you can see I started in November of last year...and almost immediately paused. I blame exam, stress and exam stress.

I only resumed writing in this March, after I finished the Ducktales piece (which had also been an impulse idea but I did it in one go at least). I would say...80% of the story content was written in (the second half of) this month.

Also, after this piece, I plan to finish my WIPs first before starting any new productions (they have been WIPs since 2020 omg). All of them are long stories. And plan, so if I fail to adhere to myself please don't use this against me orz.

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[Back to the actual story]

Another song fic featuring another song, this time showing my otaku side. Not sure if you may know this one. Or, may at least know the musician.

The song is "Miniature Garden Girl" (箱庭の少女) by Mothy/Akuno-P, "sung" by Hatsune Miku. The (translated) lyrics are the sentences "in quotations and italics".

If you have been a Vocaloid fan since ancient times, you probably will have at least heard about Mothy and/or some of his songs. Some of them are really classics in the Vocaloid history.

This song was one of my favourites from like >10 years ago when I was a somewhat passionate Vocaloid fan. It was quite hard to find a calming Vocaloid track, so this one stuck out to me (also I was a fan of Mothy's productions at that time). The song itself isn't nearly as famous as Mothy's other works (Daughter/Servant of Evil, anyone? Regret Message?), but it is still one of my favourites to this day.

Obviously the quality sounds pretty subpar nowadays. I believe the Vocaloid software used was still more or less a prototype. Mothy actually remastered the song a few years ago, with a more modern Miku voice bank. I will link both versions below.

https://youtu.be/2q1HqQEc4OY

https://youtu.be/DCdLi6z_jmg

#pinky and the brain #patb #patb pinky #patb brain #brinky #animaniacs #song story #short story #storyteller #story #PSA: Don't love someone like Pinky does in my story #It's not healthy #I feel like this is something Pinky would do #But it's not something you should do

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