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rendy-a · 1 year

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idea; fem S/O has the power of freezing and slowing down time but only reveals that in a sappy way.. The perfect placed a note that holds a very honest confession inside a small box, and tossed it at her crush really fast, only for it to suddenly freeze infront of her crush's face. No momentum, frozen in time before it hits the confused and concerned guy. Leona, Riddle and Jamil; fluff with mutual feelings, please! the idea of S/O using her (newfound?) powers to confess is just <333 (GN S/O is fine too if you'd rather write that way btw!!)

I tweaked it a little bit but the general idea is still there. Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting.

Making a moment last

Life is strange. When you came to Twisted Wonderland, you were a magicless Prefect assigned to a rundown dorm. Then Overblots happened, several of them. You’d been involved in those incidents, getting far closer to an Overblot than most people do. According to Crowley, that is probably what triggered your magic awakening. It felt too good to be true, after all this time, to finally have magic like your peers. For that reason, you had hid your blossoming abilities. The staff had given you remedial lessons in magic after school hours, to help you catch up to your classmates. Now, you finally feel confident enough about your magic to tell others about it. You know just who you want to start with; your crush.

Your crush isn’t the type to waste time fooling around, so it was hard to convince him to meet you out near the forest. However, after everything you’d done for him during and after his Overblot, how could he refuse you? So, he’d come. Now, you are standing before him nervously shifting the small box you hold from hand to hand. “So, Prefect,” your crush starts curiously, “what’s this all about?”

You smile at him and speak, “I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you but I wasn’t really sure how to go about it. That’s why I thought it might be easier to show you. All the things that happened between us back when, well you know when; no need to bring that back up now.” He grimaces, recalling the trials he had put you through with his Overblot. He gives you a small nod of understanding and you continue. “Well, it’s changed me and I’d like to think for the better. Anyway, I know we’ve become a lot closer since then, so I wanted you to be the first to know about…well…”

It was then that you took the small box you’d been holding and tossed it high in the air, angling it to come down near your companion. Only it didn’t come down, for right as it hit the highest point in it’s arc, you used your unique magic to freeze it in time. Your companion stood rapt, mouth falling open in shock as he looked up at the unexpected sight before him. This was your chance to slip away; you had courage to confess but… maybe not in person. The letter in the box would say it all.

When your magic hit its limit, the box resumed it’s decent, falling neatly into the hands of your waiting crush. He turns to speak to you, to tell you all his thoughts on your display and what your comments had meant to him but…you were gone. Without you there, his attention immediately goes back to the mystery box, which he notices has his name written on it in neat lettering. He opens it carefully and finds a letter inside.

To my Dearest One,

Meeting you has changed my life, so much so that it has now changed me (as I’m sure you’ve noticed). If I could take every moment we’ve ever spent together and freeze them in time, I would. I want out time together to last forever. I guess what I’m saying is that I like you and maybe I always have. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to tell you to your face but I’m glad I can say it here. I really like you.

Yours, the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm

He reads your letter over several times, willing the familiar words to settle into understanding. Each time he reads it, it sends butterflies to his stomach, making him feel so agitated, he questions whether he has really read the message correctly. And so, he reads it again and again.

Finally, he forces himself to stop, takes a deep breath and gazed into the distance where Ramshackle lays. Can it really be that you feel the same for him? Even after the way he hurt you during his Overblot? He hadn’t allowed himself to hope for that, keeping his own feelings buried deeply within himself. But now…

If you are too shy to confess to him in person, then he’ll just have to take the lead. He struts determinedly back to Heartslabyul to begin preparations for a proper tea party. After all, there are rules to romance; a proper confession must have a proper setting.

You suppose it is a good sign that you are still being invited to tea parties at Heartslabyul after…yesterday. You are sure that your face can’t get any hotter when you think back on your confession to the strict Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. You hid in the nearby forest to watch his reaction but all he’d done was stare at your letter and then return to the dorm. You took that for a rejection and resigned to never speak of it again.

For that reason, you were surprised to receive an invitation to a tea party at Heartslabyul so soon. You considered skipping out on the event but finally decided that, if Riddle was going to put the incident behind him, then you should too. You could still meet him as a friend, at least. That was something. So you put on your nicest outfit and went to attend the party; perfectly on time, just as Riddle likes.

When you step through the mirror, Trey is waiting for you. “Ah Prefect, right on time. Riddle will be so glad.” You can’t help but smile, hearing your own thought parroted back to you. You start following Trey (the rose maze can be quite confusing for students who do not reside in the dorm), and chat with him as you walk. “I’m glad I could join you all today after, well no, never mind.” Trey turns his head slightly, “With us all? I think you might have the wrong idea about today.” You might have asked him more but he suddenly stop, steps aside and gestures for you to go on. “We’ve arrived.”

You look at Trey questioningly as you close the distance and then pass him, entering the space in the maze he has lead you to. Inside is a single table set to hold a tea for two. At the far end of the space, Riddle paces back and forth. When he hears your steps fall on the paving stones, he turns to look at you. The coat on his dorm uniform settles against the back of his legs and he nervously rubs his hands over it, making sure it falls perfectly into place while he gathers himself. Then, having collected his thoughts, he moves to pull out a chair for you. “Won’t you please join me for tea, Prefect?”

You gaze around one more time, verifying that it was really just the two of you here and then you take the seat he has offered you. He pours you both a cup of tea and adds the traditional number of sugar cubes to each glass. You sip at your tea and wait for him to speak, not trusting yourself to speak first. Finally, Riddle does begin. “It’s very improper to give a confession and run off without hearing a response. Did you know that?” Your mouth falls open and works trying to form words, leaving you looking like a fish. Riddle seems to realize he’s falling too deeply into his strict nature and shakes his head, “Never mind that. What I mean to say is that I’d like to answer your confession now.” Riddle reaches out his hand, placing it palm up on the table. You look at it a moment before hesitantly placing your own hand in his. “Prefect, you said you wanted our time together to last forever. I also feel the same way.” You gaze at him, gasping aloud at the acceptance you hadn’t expected. He looks at you and his chin raises slightly, “Only…”

“Only, I don’t think you’ll be able to make time freeze forever if your magic is only at that level.” He starts, face flushing as thought he has just heard himself saying all those romantic things just now and felt the need to change the conversation. “I think you will need to practice quite a bit more, don’t you? Maybe…. maybe you need a tutor?” He looks shyly across the table at you. “I could help you out, if you’ll stay by my side.” You smile widely at him and squeeze the hand you hold. “I can’t think of anyone more suited to teach me than you, Riddle dear.” He lets out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and smiles back at you. Romance was new to him but education he knew. This was a foundation you could build on.

Leona was angry. If you are going to have the gall to confess to him, don’t think you can just run away after. All his life, he has felt abandoned and overlooked and now you go running off on him too. The more he thinks over your disappearance, the more upset he gets. He stands at the edge of the forest, tail twitching irritably, replaying the scenario in his head.

Each time he thinks of the part where you just run off and abandon him, he gets more and more angry. Finally, it builds to a point where he uses his unique magic to turn your gift to sand. Whelp, he hadn’t actually meant for that to happen. Now he feels more disappointed in himself for getting carried away. This calms him down enough to think and thankfully, Leona is quite adept at turning unexpected incidents to his favor.

Leona smiles cunningly, he has lost his keepsake letter but perhaps not his prey. He stoops down and gathers what he can of the sand left from the magic and shoves it in his pocket. He just needs to purchase one little thing to bring this plan together. Time to head to Sam’s Mystery Shop.

You were nervous. Springing a surprise confession on Leona and then bailing on him was not your best idea. Now you’ve got to be on guard for when you’ll see him again; imagine what he’ll say, what he’ll do. Perhaps he will be angry; you don’t want to be around an angry Leona. You walk cautiously through the halls of Ramshackle, as though you might step around the corner at any moment and find Leona there. But then you laugh to yourself, Leona coming to Ramshackle? No, that is too high effort for him.

The more you think on it now, the more amusing it seems. You chuckle as you imagine princely Leona napping on the dust covered sofa of your rundown dorm. Your laugh quickly turns into a yelp when you round the next turn of hall, headed toward the kitchen, and bump into someone. “Ahh!” you cry out. “Geeze, calm down,” your intruder says, “It’s only me.” You stop shouting as you see your intruder more clearly; it’s only Ruggie.

“You scared me to death! Gah!” you give Ruggie a mock punch to the arm. “What are you even doing here?” Ruggie gives you a strange look, “What did you do to him?” You tilt your head questioningly, “Who? What?” He rolls his eyes at you, “Leona. He’s been strange since he got back from your meeting. What did you do to him?” You grimace at the thought of having to explain your confession to Ruggie, “Um…none of your business! I guess…I guess you’ll just have to deal with his moods.” Ruggie smiles at you, “Nope. He’s sent me to fetch you. So, it’s actually YOUR problem now. Shishishi.” Oh, great. Leona in a mood and he was all yours; just what you wanted…right?

You hesitate outside his dorm door, wondering if it was too late to give him time to cooldown, but of course he has heard you. “You coming in Herbivore or am I going to have to come out there? You won’t like what happens if I do.” You grimaced, knowing he’d make good on that threat. You take a deep breath and head inside. You see Leona standing in front of his desk, not lounging on his bead. How rare, you think, for him to be so alert rather than napping.

You look at him bashfully, rubbing the back of your head with one hand. “Um, I’m sorry if I burdened you before with my…gift. If you don’t want it, you can just give it back.” Leona’s eyes go wide before his expression becomes somewhat guilty seeming. “What, did something happen to my box? I spent a long time making that, you know!” He puts one hand to his temple and squeezes his eyes shut. “What do you want me to say? I’m sorry?” You shake your head at him, “Leona! What did you do?” He reaches behind him on the desk and pulls something out. “Is that sand? You turned my heartfelt gift into sand?” Then you looked at it closer, really taking in what it was.

“It’s an hourglass. I filled it with the sand from your gift.” At this, his expression softens as he continues, “I guess I thought that I’d give it back to you and you could use it to remember our time together. If that was something you still wanted.” You get a wistful look on your face, “And what if I just want more time together?” Leona smirks, “Just point me at anything that bothers you and I’ll make you as much sand as you need.” You scoff at him but can’t keep a smile from growing on your face. “What do you suggest we do with this time?”

His smile takes on a predatory edge. “Oh, I had a few ideas.” You turn the hourglass over, allowing the sands to start spilling from one end to the other. “Why don’t you show me then.” He pulls you close and gives you a breathtaking kiss. When it ends, you lean in for more but Leona only turns his head to look at the hourglass, which has spent its sand. You roll your eyes and turn it over again before grabbing him and pulling him down to claim another kiss. When you part again, he turns his eyes to the hourglass and laughs. The sands had been stopped with your magic. “You’re an awful bold one, aren’t you?” You smile as you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. “I’d have to be to love someone like you.”

Jamil feels very conflicted. Don’t get him wrong, the first thing he felt was deep happiness that you shared his secret feelings. Then though, the bitterness rises. He isn’t free to chase after love like a regular student, he is bound by his duty as a servant of the Asim household. Is this confession meaningless after all?

He reads your letter again and finds himself focusing on the opening statement. Change. Its something he has often longed for but found out of reach, so much so, that he questions if it’s even possible to change your situation. Only, look at you; you’ve changed so much. It gives him hope that he may someday change his fate as well.

Holding your letter tightly, he thinks about the opportunity it represents. It’s not just his chance to be with you but a chance to change his fate. That is something he can’t pass up on. You are someone he can’t pass up on. So, he will need a plan. Thankfully, Jamil is a denizen of Scarabia, founded on the mindfulness of the Sorcerer of Sands. Planning, he could do.

The sound of knocking caught your attention, taking you out of the book you had been reading. It takes you a moment to identify because the sound comes not from the door but from your window. That was somewhat alarming, considering your room is on the second floor. There is only one mischievous fae who’d come calling at the window like that. You jump up from your desk and give the window a good shove to open it. “Lilia, how many times do I have to tell you… oh, Jamil.”

To your great surprise, Jamil stood outside the window; a feat accomplished with the aid of a magic carpet. You look out at him and feel a smile slowly blooming on your lips. “What’s all this?” you ask playfully. Jamil smiles at you and holds out a hand in invitation, “You showed me something magical today and I thought I’d return the favor.” You grin, grasp his hand, and let him tug you over the windowsill onto the magic carpet. You settle yourself in next to Jamil and wrap an arm around him for safety. He smiles and turns to you, “Do you trust me?” You smile back in response and he pulls the carpet off and away onto a thrilling and wonderous ride.

It was an experience not to be forgotten. Jamil took you all over Sage Island, sometimes slowing to point out scenery or interesting sights, other times taking the carpet on sudden drops or turns; a sly grin appearing on his face if these maneuvers cause you to grasp him tighter. After a time, you find yourself back at Ramshackle Dorm, sitting on the roof and looking at the stars.

You gently squeeze the hand you are holding. Neither of you had spoken about the letter you’d sent but both of you acknowledging that there is something between you. However, the realities of Jamil’s life hold him back from speaking about what he wants and how he feels. His life is laid out like a pre-determined path with no room left for him to blaze his own trail. You have always known this but were still glad to have sent the letter. There was a sort of freedom in ending the secrecy, having your own feelings brought into the light.

“Do you really believe that?” Jamil asks suddenly. You blink up at the stars, “Hmm? Believe what?” His gaze is locked on the darkened sky but you sense an intensity in it. “That people can change. That your life can change.” You turn to look at the dark haired boy laying next to you. “Yeah, I do. Whatever your situation, if you hang on, things can always change. Just look at me; coming here, learning magic… meeting you.” You give a please hum as you consider it. “Even today, my life has changed a lot. Right now, I feel like I’ve stepped into some fairy tale.”

Jamil turns to look at you with a small frown. “One where the royal ends up with a servant?” You chuckle at him. “Is that so bad? I don’t know, maybe that servant was a diamond in the rough. Either way, he is a prince to me.” Suddenly Jamil squeezes your hand very tightly, “And if things can’t change? If in the end they don’t end up together?” You rub your thumb comfortingly over his own and, after a moment, the pressure of his hold lightens. “At least we will have this time. If I can, I’ll make it last forever.” You gaze at the star gemmed sky, sparkling above you like a cave of wonders, underneath which lies that which you both treasure most.

#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 1 year

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Anyways my idea was male reader is a student at ua and his father is really abusive and one day his sleeve comes up and aizawa sees it and asks to talk to him after class. And maybe he calls cps. Anyway sorry for asking so late. And could it be a one shot? (I’m so smart I used copy and paste!!)

Sure, request approved.

Aizawa X Abused! Student Male Reader

This morning wasn't the best morning for you, because you had to deal with your father, who is unfortunately abusive to you before going to school. You aren't the only target however, because your mother has to deal with the constant abuse your father inflicts upon you as well. She tried and still tries her best to get a divorce, but she is under the influence of your father's manipulation to the point where she can't do anything until the right moment.

You didn't talked about this long term situation to anyone, not even to your friends. You try so hard to pretend that you are living a good life, but deep down you just wish you could get out of the hell your father puts you and your mother in.

You were currently in your classroom while completing assignments for your teacher, Aizawa. You were sitting in the front row so it's easy for Aizawa to see what you are doing. You then began to notice that Aizawa is staring right at you, you were confused at first but you soon realized why he was staring at you. One of your sleeves were up, but that wasn't the only thing that worried you, it was the exposed bruises and scars from your father.

Aizawa quickly got up before walking up to you, you covered your bruised arm to hide it from him, but you knew it was too late at this point. "Y/N, do you want to talk about something?" Aizawa asked while whispering, you nodded while looking away.

After that you two walked out of the classroom before Aizawa asked you, "what happened to your arm Y/N?" You looked away before saying, "It's nothing Mr. Aizawa, I tripped while walking to school." He didn't believed this, "I know this isn't true Y/N, please be honest with me." You looked at him while trying to hold back your tears, "it's about my dad," you confessed.

"What about your dad?" Aizawa asked even more concerned, you continued to hold back your tears but couldn't hold back any longer. You mustered up all the courage to answer the question truthfully while crying profusely, "he's abusive, he's the reason why I have all of these bruises and scars on my arm!" You yelled while still crying, Aizawa hugged you tightly before saying, "don't worry Y/N, we'll put an end to this, I promise." You hugged him back before saying, "really?" "Yes Y/N, you don't deserve to have a father like that, you deserve a better one."

After he said that, you felt like all of the weight you've been carrying for most of your life has finally lifted. "Thanks for being honest with me Y/N, I promise I will help you get through this no matter what," Aizawa said. "Okay, thanks for helping me Mr. Aizawa," said while smiling slightly. After that you two went back in the classroom before it ended.

After getting done with school you walked back home only to see police cars in the front yard of your house, you were very confused at first but you realized why they were there. You saw your father being taken to one of the police cars while in handcuffs. After witnessing this scene, you felt free, free from the abuse that you thought would never end.

It didn't took long for you and your mother to finally press charges on him for everything he has done, and the divorce was easy and swift for your mother. Now the pitiful excuse of a father is finally behind bars and will remain there until he dies. Since then you thanked Aizawa for helping you get out of the seemingly neverending hell you've endured for too long.

Years had passed since then, and Aizawa and your mother even started dating before eventually getting married. He may not be your actual father, but he would always prove that he cares for you and your mother and would be there for you when times get hard.

#my hero academia x male reader #mha x male reader #bhna x male reader #aizawa x male reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa angst #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #tw abuse

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euphoriaasthings · 3 days

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"wait until you like me again..."

Hey guys! I've been pretty much a silent reader on here since forever but I decided to write this lmao. It's also my first time putting any of my writing out there so pls be niceshjsbh🥹

Loosely based off of that one lyric from Ariana Grande's "we can't be friends."

"You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again..."

Warnings: None, just some angst.

Word count: 1.0k

Miguel lay sprawled on your couch, bored to death as he stared up at the ceiling, a half-eaten donut in one hand, a bottle of Jarritos sitting on the floor close to his outstretched arm. You weren’t too far away, seated at your dining table that was just fit enough for two. You had a deadline to meet. One of your professors had assigned you a project for class, and albeit small, you were working on a time crunch since you decided to procrastinate.

A loud sigh from the couch caused your eyes to snap upwards. You see Miguel sitting up, looking at you. “Are you done yet?” he asks almost agitatedly.

“I’m almost done, I just need about three hundred words left,” you said before taking a sip of your iced coffee. “Three hundred?” he groaned before sinking back into the couch with a deflated look.

“I told you I was busy but you decided to come over anyway,” you chuckled. Miguel couldn’t help but concede to that. It was true that he wanted to hang out at your place even though he knew you were busy. He said that he didn’t mind which, in honesty, he really didn’t. He liked being in your presence. There was something about your aura that was comforting and addicting in a way. Even when the two of you would sit in silence, it was that kind of comfortable silence that he loved. Maybe that was one of the reasons why the two of you had been friends for so long.

You’d both met in your freshman year of high school, had graduated together, and were now living on campus at university. You had always been there for each other throughout the highs and the lows. You had been there for every messy breakup he’d had, and for every mental breakdown you went through after a failed exam, he was there for you.

It hurt high school you to see him sad each time a situationship or relationship failed. You cared about him a lot. So much to the point that you had caught feelings for the guy. It frustrated you too, seeing him with another girl, knowing that he’d never look at you like that, or that you were probably not even his type.

It wasn’t until the early part of your senior year of high school that you confessed to him. He didn’t feel the same way and it broke your heart. Despite him letting you down gently, it was a heartbreaking and equally as embarrassing experience and it took you a while to heal. But the two of you stayed friends which you were grateful for.

Now, you had moved on and the two of you were in the middle of college, pursuing your individual majors.

You continued to slave away at your laptop, totally oblivious to the way Miguel was staring at you. You looked breathtaking. The way your hair cascaded past your shoulders, tired eyes behind those blue-light lenses that were now sliding down your nose, the way you chewed on your lip as you focused on the screen typing away, the ambient lighting of your dorm casting a warm glow on your features making your skin look absolutely radiant.

He would never admit it out loud but lately, he was beginning to see you differently. He’d been thinking about all the times you had been there for him, seeing how each vulnerable moment tore him down yet you never judged him for it. He recalled how he had broke down one time in front of you, completely heartbroken over the fact his first girlfriend had cheated on him. You held him as he cried his guts out. Or when his parents got a divorce and he refused to leave his room for days. You never shied away from him when he showed emotion. You were his rock, support system, and the fact that he hadn’t realized what he was looking for was right in front of him the whole time was absolutely mind-boggling.

He wanted to kick himself in the shins for being so stupid for rejecting you (his past self really set him up for failure smh). Looking back at that moment made his heart ache with guilt and regret. The way your face fell, eyes glossy with hurt and embarrassment. If you had confessed to him now, he would have swept you in his arms in a heartbeat, pressing his lips against yours before saying how he was just as much in love with you as you were with him. But that was years ago and you’d moved on.

His heart broke a little each time you mentioned a guy, or talked about a date that you’d been on. Each time you complained, saying how they were such boring, douchey guys, the urge to tell you that he would treat you so much better would threaten to slip out his mouth, but he held his tongue.

He wanted you to be the one he’d wake up next to, to make coffee and pancakes for, to stay in on rainy days cuddled up on the couch, watching sappy rom-coms with. He craved that domesticity but the only woman he could ever picture it with was you. But he had no right to swoop in and take you as his. Not after he broke your heart back then.

He sees your eyes snap up once again, locking eyes. You immediately took note of the way he seemed to be staring, getting lost in thought. “You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Miguel replied, slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught gawking at you. “Alright, I’m done,” you announced as you stretched your arms out, letting out a big sigh. “You wanna get something to eat?” you asked him. “Food sounds good right about now,” he replied as he watched you saunter over, plopping down next to him so comfortably before grabbing the remote. He felt a type of warmth blossom from his chest, a sliver of that domesticity radiating from how close you were to him.

He gazed at you again, his eyes wandering from yours to your lips. Oh, how badly he wanted to press his lips against yours, to pepper your pretty face with sweet, small kisses, and to say how much he loved you. But he couldn’t. So he sat there as you picked up the remote, letting you pick which show you wanted to watch, waiting for the day you’d like him again.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel x y/n #spider man: across the spider verse

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delusional1sworld · 1 year

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Study “Date”

A study session with Nagi turns into a sleepover.

“No can do f/n. As much as I love karaoke, I can’t. I have a tutor coming over to help me study for my exams. Next time though for sure,” you laughed into your phone.

With the school year approaching its end, you’ve been studying nonstop for all your finals. One class in particular was giving you a huge headache, calculus. Luckily for you, Reo offered to help.

….

(3 hours before)

“Yes please Reo. I’m dying in the class. I need as much help as I can get,” you cried dramatically onto his shoulder.

“Yes of course y/n. As one of the top scorers in well…every subject…” Reo bragged, “I guarantee I’ll help you get at least a B or above.”

“Okay okay let’s not show off now,” you grumbled, immediately lifting your head off his shoulder and shoving him away.

…

The sound of the doorbell jolts you out of the earlier events playing in your head. Rushing to the door, you immediately open it-

“Nagi?”

“Hi Y/n,” the tall, white haired teen yawned.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Reo?” You asked, peering behind him.

“An urgent family matter came up so he asked me to sub in for him.”

“Oh I see, come on in then,” you said, pushing the door open to let the giant man through.

As you closed the door, you silently cursed at Reo for not even sending a quick text to let you know that he wasn’t coming.

“Would you like some tea Nagi?”

“No thanks, tea’s gonna make me sleepier.”

“Oh okay, then where would you like to start?”

“Wherever’s fine,” Nagi replied, yawning again.

“Okay then we can start with this.” You held up the folder filled with calculus practice assignments.

…

“…so you plug in the variable u for 2x and just take the derivative of it,” Nagi continues, pointing at the problem. Surprisingly, the man could be very focused when need be. It’s been 3 hours since you guys started, and he hasn’t slacked off once…well not that much anyways. There were a couple times where Nagi had almost dozed off while explaining a problem and you had to wake him back up.

“Done that was the last one!” You cried happily. “I’ll go make some ramen for us!”

“Finally, such a hassle.” Nagi grabbed his phone and laid himself on your carpet. You stopped.

“If it was an hassle then why did you agree to help me?” You questioned, unable to control the sliver of hope rising in your chest.

Nagi paused. “Mm no reason, just to help out Reo I guess,” the white haired man answered brushing it off.

Oh, yeah obviously.

Ignoring the stinging of disappoint in your chest, you packed up your books and walked off the kitchen. Unbeknownst to you however, Reo had planned this session long before today. He saw the way Nagi watched you in the halls as you laughed with you friends. His eyes full of wonder and adoration as he questioned how you managed to light up every room with just a smile. The way your eyes twinkled when you talked about your passions. The way your laughter filled him with joy. Or the way his heart would speed up so much whenever he’d see you and he couldn’t understand why…

“Okay Nagi they’re almost done. Just give it like 1-2 more minutes,” you told his laying figure as you carried the ramen to the living room coffee table.

“Nagi?” You nudged his shoulder slightly. No response. You nudged him again. No response.

He’s asleep…

You sighed. Of course he is. He just spent the last 3 hours helping you with your homework. He rarely ever puts that much energy into anything.

You opened your cup of ramen and pondered whether or not you should call Reo to take Nagi home. However you recalled Nagi’s earlier comment about Reo’s family problems and it would be very unlikely he’d be able to pick Nagi up. Sighing once more you decided to just leave the sleeping man on the carpet.

Maybe he’ll wake up in a hour or two.

…

You stared at the man lying at your feet. It’s been almost 3 hours. Nagi’s still sleeping. Deciding there’s no other choice but to let him stay the night, you grabbed an extra pillow and blanket. As you leaned down to tuck the pillow behind his messy hair, you couldn’t help but to caress his hair for a little while longer than necessary. It was soft, like silk, but scattered messily across his face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved from his hair to his face. Your fingers gently traced his delicate skin down to his chin. Nagi shuffles. Surprised, you back away, but Nagi’s hand suddenly reaches out to grab your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“Nagi…?” You face was burning up from the close proximity of his chest. Still twisting in his sleep, he slithers one arm around your waist pulling you in. You couldn’t break out of his grasp without waking him. The logical decision was to wake him but your heart was telling you another thing. The warmth radiating from his body was more than convincing enough for you to stay in this position.

One night wouldn’t hurt…I’ll get up before he wakes up.

Yawning, you carefully pulled some of the blanket around your body and relaxed yourself against him.

“Goodnight Nagi,” you whispered as you closed your eyes. Within minutes, you were asleep.

Nagi opens his eyes when he felt your heartbeat falling into a steady rhythm. Smiling sleepily, he stares at your figure curled up beside him.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

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It’s (just so) awkward | jungkook - part three

No way. We’re too different and he’s so—so black and white. A straight-up yes-or-no kind of guy. And I’m not.”

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You had been momentarily blinded. A bit distracted.

That was the only reasonable explanation for you feeling as though you had a middle school crush on your high school friend. It should be the only reasonable explanation. There was nothing else that could explain it and you were glad to leave it at that.

That didn’t mean that his words went by unnoticed. That night after your small ice cream escapade had you turning and tossing in bed as you replayed Jungkook’s over and over again in your head like a broken cassette tape. He had every right to be mad at you, after all, for dissing his other good friend. Sara hadn’t done anything but be kind to you. You were the mean one, the asshole.

You couldn’t help it.

Which was why you made it a must to stay away as much as normally possible. And of course, Jungkook noticed. What did he not? It was as clear as day that you were preoccupying yourself on purpose just so that you wouldn’t have to accidentally bump into him or her on campus, ensuring that you knew his timetable by heart so that you could take another transportation slot.

You managed to keep up that small charade, until the Inter-College Sports Olympics came along.

Every university had to take part in the Sports Olympics without fail and since Jungkook had been a naturally good basketball player, had been recruited in playing for the team, along with Changbin and a few other boys from your cohort. You’d had no choice but to accompany a whiny Yoona and an excited Jimin to the games, and maneuvered through the horde of people to get to your assigned seats.

You were busy rustling through your bag for a tissue — your nose was running, no thanks to that stupidly cold weather — when you accidentally bumped into an elbow.

Turning, you started to apologize when the stranger just smiled at you and said, “don’t worry about it. Happens all the time.”

“Yeah sorry,” you felt bad for him, he seemed crammed in this tiny seat, “it’s always like this. I don’t understand what’s the big deal with these games.”

“To be honest, neither do I,” the stranger shook his head and grinned. He was gorgeous, you noticed, with a beautifully sculpted nose and dark lashes that framed his brown eyes, full lips that would make any girl jealous, “my name’s Taehyung. I’m majoring in engineering.”

Taehyung, you found, had come all the way from his tiny countryside town in hopes of making it big for the sake of his dying mother who had been attained by cancer last summer. When you’d tried to stumble through a series of condolences, he’d merely shook his head and brushed it off, saying that it was now part of his life and that there was nothing to feel sorry for.

“It’s something that just comes and goes, right?” He shrugged and you wondered whether he was just trying to pretend he was fine, wondered whether he locked himself behind closed doors to cry his heart out, “anyway, is there anyone you’re here for?”

To be honest, you weren’t focusing on the game at all. Rather, what the mysterious young man had to say seemed to be much more interesting, which was how you found yourself deep in discussion until Yoona’s firm grip on your arm brought you back to reality.

“He’s got it! He’s got the ball!”

Indeed, as you squinted to find Jungkook, you spotted the said dark-haired man practically flying through the court, the ball as if made to fit in his palm, before he twisted and soared, tossing it perfectly so that it gently slid into the net. Perfect.

The crowds broke into applause and cheers. You cried out his name and next to you, Taehyung chuckled as he clapped, “you know this guy?”

“We’re close friends since high school.”

The first opening match of the Sports Olympics came to an end with your university winning by twenty points. The crowd erupted with yells and cheers as they swarmed onto the court, players getting bombarded with attention and amidst it all, Sara going over to Jungkook with a grin so wide that you had to look away, for fear of your heart suddenly breaking in two.

“I’m going to wait outside by the car,” you mumble out to Yoona and slipped through the throng of people before she could even call out your name.

The air was crisp and cold outside, a good contrast to the heat permeating your skin. You breathed in, chest aching with some kind of unknown emotion as your palms fisted at your sides.

It was a weird feeling, the one that seemed to spread through your chest like a flame that wouldn’t die down no matter how much logic you poured over it in hopes of getting it to die down.

It licked and burned and hurt. And as you pressed your back against the cool surface of Jimin’s car, you wondered whether there was something that was seriously wrong with you.

This was Jungkook, and Sara was good for him. He deserved that much happiness.

So why couldn’t you just be happy for him?

”Y/N, there you are.”

Freezing, your eyes flew up to see none other than a dishevelled Jungkook still in his basketball jersey, sweat dotting his forehead and lips parted in a soft pucker, flushed with heat.

For a minute, you could only stare at him.

“What—“ the words blocked in your throat, “what are you doing here?”

He did that little nose scrunch that made his face turn decades younger, “I’m allergic to crowded places.”

“right.” You chuckled, “How could I forget?”

He stepped closer to you before leaning against the same vehicle, a soft sigh falling from his lips at the action.

“You played well,” you said in the comfortable silence, “thought you hated contact sports.”

“I do hate contact sports. There are so many germs on that basketball court,” he shuddered with a grimace, “but I had no choice. They didn’t have any players.”

“What a nice sense of duty you have.”

He pulled out his tongue at you in retaliation and you laughed, head thrown back as your eyes scrunched up at the night sky. Jungkook laughed along with you, his gaze holding an expression you couldn’t quite place which made you ask, “What?”

“I haven’t seen you laugh like this in a while,” he said bluntly, “it’s nice.”

“Ah,” that was true. It had been a rough few weeks of trying to come to terms with this newfound feeling about your best friend hat wouldn’t leave you alone. Jungkook had absolutely no idea how wrecked you were for him.

“About our conversation,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, “you remember, when we spoke about Sara?”

You looked up at him, “yes.”

“Did I hurt your feelings?”

It was no use to lie. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” A pause. Then, “what did I say that hurt your feelings?”

“It was more how you said it. And to be honest, it was partly my fault, I was being mean—“

It was then that you noticed how close he was, so close you felt the warmth of his breath hit your skin and saw the small cracks in his lips. Your eyes flitted up to his, only to see him already gazing back at you with some sort of tenderness that made your insides quiver. Why was he looking at you like that?

“Jungkook?” You murmured out in the silence that fell, admiring the way his moles scattered across his face like stars, “what—“

“There you are!”

Both of you sprung apart like guilty teenagers, not quick enough to have escaped Jimin’s eyes as he stood before the car, “we were looking all over for you!” He didn’t hesitate to throw himself at the taller man, “congrats, bro! You rocked that court!”

“Thanks—“ Jungkook struggled and looked like he was about to be sick, patting Jimin’s back awkwardly as the rest of the group found their way to the cars. You turned away with hot cheeks, glad that it was only Jimin that caught you. You weren’t sure what exactly you’d be doing if Sara had been the one.

The rest of the evening was spent in Yoona’s single condo — paid by her father who was rich enough that he owned all the petrol companies in the country — with drinks and an assortment of snacks at the ready as more and more people piled in. It almost felt like she’d invited the whole cohort, which made you feel slightly uneasy knowing there were people around that you weren’t familiar with.

So you hid out on the terrace, gazing out at the city lights beyond while sipping your drink. It was where Changbin found you a few minutes later.

“Not your style?” He asked as he leaned against the railing.

You pulled a grimace, “yeah I don’t enjoy loud music much,” it was then that you realized he was actually here, “what are you doing here on a Saturday? Aren’t you supposed to be out partying your heart out? Why come to a stupid school party?”

“Believe it or not, your friend Yoona actually invited me,” he cocked his head at you with a small smile, “and to be honest, you and Jungkook have been a very interesting watch these days.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to mean,” he shrugged before directing his gaze back towards the beautiful city lights in the distance, “so tell me, he’s still very much infatuated with miss ol’ goodie two shoes?”

“I don’t know and it’s none of my business.”

“Uh I disagree,” Changbin brushed his bangs out of his face, “it is very much your business whether you like it or not.”

“Changbin, I’m not here to talk about my love life,” you looked down at the pavement below as you felt your hair cascade across your shoulders, “so please don’t bring it up again, it’s hard enough trying to forget him.”

“Alright, fair enough.” He then reached down before producing two bottles of soju, “want to drink your sorrows away instead?”

That sounded strangely more appealing than anything else. So you agreed and decided to hell with everything.

——

“Jungkook, c’mon. Let’s go.”

The latter groaned, eyes still shut as he leaned against one of Yoona’s million-dollar leather couches. Your friend could say bye bye to her lovely flat value if Jungkook decided to empty the insides of his stomach all over this place.

So you tugged at his arm again, and again, and again, until his eyes managed to peel open.

“Y/N?” His voice was slurred and there was no doubt that he’d been drinking a little too much. Especially for Jungkook.

It was almost adorable. Almost being the key word.

“Come on,” you reached down, tugging at his arm to pull him up as Sara came over with a glass of water.

“Here,” she gave it to Jungkook, who merely shook his head and pushed it away, “don’t wanna,” he grumbled, stumbling towards you in the process.

He was a tall man, and not a lean one at that. It was a challenge to balance him as he threw his entire bodyweight onto you like you were his only source of strength. You noticed, in the corner of your eye, the rest of the party being ushered out by Yoona.

You looked back at Jungkook struggling to stay on his feet, nudged at him to take the drink, “drink it,” you said it like an order, to which he shook his head.

“Drink. It.” You repeated firmly.

“No,” he moaned and did the most surprising thing; buried his face into the crook of your neck. He murmured out like a child, “don’t want to.”

Your body was frozen, unsure what to do with this now clingy man-child hanging off you in front of both his supposed crush (and hopeful girlfriend) and the rest of your friend group.

“Uhm,” you tried to shove him off awkwardly.

No response.

He merely tightened his hold and mumbled some more incoherent things under his breath, “Jungkook, come on. Stop being a baby—“

“You smell good,” his mumble, a brush of his lips against your skin, threw you off guard, caused your heart to go into a mini panic attack.

“Right, uhm— I think we should bring him home. Y/N?” Jimin looked at you pleadingly and you nodded, glad when Changbin took the initiative to call an uber. You didn’t even have time to check whether Sara had been offended by your beat friend’s behaviour since you were all too busy trying to drag the latter’s weight down the stairs.

Thank god for Changbin and Jimin’s help, who even paid the driver in advance as you climbed in and muttered out Jungkook’s flat address. The said young man, currently sprawled across the backseat, seemed to have fallen into a fitful sleep which you hoped wouldn’t last. You needed to get him to his bed, after all. Or at least beyond his front door.

You’d never actually gone into Jungkook’s flat before, so this was a first. He was thankfully awake enough to allow himself to be dragged up the stairs upon arrival, encouraged by your hand wrapped around his waist while his was draped over your neck.

“Jungkook,” you called out to him upon reaching his front door, breathless and sweaty, with your hair sticking to the sides of your face, “key.”

He mumbled, head lolling into the curve of your neck once more. You nudged him, so that he could repeat, “back pocket.”

You fished it out none too gently, careful not to touch anything else and glad he wasn’t sober to see the blush on your face as you managed to unlock his front door.

His flat, you found, was bare without anything too personal. You struggled to turn on the lights in the corner wall, only to be met with white washed walls and white furniture to match, a few black details highlighting the space. A couch sat in the left corner, its cream overlay torn at the edges, and on the right was a tiny kitchenette with an assortment of sauces lined up so neatly you wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook had measured it out with a ruler.

But this was not the time to think of that. You had a drunk man on your hands, one that seemed overly fond to cuddle you to death.

You managed to find his bedroom — not a hard feat, considering that it was the only door available at the end of the room — and pulled Jungkook along until you practically hauled his body onto his bed.

He curled into his blanket, as though he knew he was now surrounded by comfort, and the sight was surprisingly so tender that it made your heart skip a beat.

You managed to get him some water and was glad when he moved closer to you as you called out his name. Using one hand to tilt his head back, you held the cup to his lips and watches as he took in a few sips.

“Good,” you noted, taking the cup away when he turned his head. You set the cup aside and took a seat at the end of his mattress, “how are you feeling?”

“Like…” he drawled out the words, still influenced by the alcohol, clearly, “—shit.”

“Yeah,” you grimaced, placing two tylenols that you had found digging into his shelves a few moments ago onto his nightstand, “take two of these when you wake up tomorrow.”

“Mm, yeah.”

“Since when do you drink so much?”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open then, only to meet yours, “I think I went overboard.”

“No shit sherlock.”

A guttural groan fell from his mouth. He turned, fingers clasping your wrist before tugging you to the bed. You stumbled and almost fell smack onto Jungkook’s chest, eyes widening at the reduced proximity as his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you even closer.

Your skin lit on fire, “J—Jungkook,” you breathed, unsure of how you got into this position, “what—what are you doing?”

But Jungkook seemed to be lost in his own world. He didn’t answer you in favour of nuzzling into the crook of your neck and throwing a leg over your frame like you were his favourite teddy bear. Your heart almost gave out at the lack of proximity, wishing that you could just roll away without him noticing, but his grip was hard as iron and even as you tried to push his chest away, there was a soft murmur of protest brushing againt your cheek.

“Don’t.”

And then, as though he needed to insist upon this point, he added, “please.”

That was when you felt it. The softest pressure of lips. Against your nape.

You stifled a gasp. Your body tensed beneath his.

You wished your body wasn’t as receptive, wished that you didn’t melt so easily in his hold as euphoria exploded behind your lids.

“Jungkook,” you were breathless as you felt another kiss, “Jungkook, And another. One on your collarbone. One under your jaw, every dot of warmth from his mouth causing fireworks to explode and your skin to warm like you were suddenly thrust right into a campfire.

This was too much. He was too much.

Your hands tightened into fists on instinct, heart leaping to your throat.

He kept on kissing you. Over and over again. All over your skin, as if all the limits suddenly didn’t exist in the cracks of your friendship. His mouth was everywhere; your jaw, your cheek, and now landing right at the corner of your mouth.

That was the moment his eyes fluttered open, meeting your wide ones. His gaze was drugged and hazy, but there was something else swirling there, something you couldn’t place your finger on. And the more you gazed at him, the closer he seemed to get to you until his nose brushed yours tenderly.

Were you going to allow yourself this little bite of heaven? Were you really going to break all the rules just for a few seconds of ecstasy to know how it felt like to kiss Jungkook?

Your sweet, sweet friend that seemed to have stolen your heart and kept it for himself. Your sweet, sweet friend Jungkook, who was looking at you like you were the only star in his sky.

You swallowed thickly, heart clenching at the thought that this would change things forever. You would not be able to get out of this room unscathed and you had to admit the thought scared you. And what about Jungkook? Was he sober enough to understand what he was doing?

“Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, heart skipping a beat at the dark intensity of his jet black eyes.

You felt a hand trickle along your hip. He squeezed softly, tugged you closer, before his other hand trailed up to grasp the side of your face.

“Jungkook, how drunk on you? On a scale of one to ten,” the words rushed out of you in hopes of breaking the sudden tension that had taken over the room.

He took a ragged breath, “a five.”

“Right. So—uhm, I’ll just go find a water bottle to place by your bed—“

He didn’t give you time. His arm pulled you at the same time that he dove forward before he pressed his lips to yours.

Jungkook kissed you. And you knew that everything was going to change.

NEXT PART

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skyloftian-nutcase · 7 months

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@hermitdrabbles56 @thepinklink

“Legend.”

Turning, Legend glanced at Warriors, who was charge for the night.

“We’ve got a nursing student,” Warriors started to say, and Legend felt his entire body stiffen because he immediately knew where this conversation was going. “They’re going to be with you for the night.”

“You’re doing this to torture me, aren’t you?” Legend grumbled, pulling a laugh out of his friend.

“Oh come now, it’ll be an extra set of hands to help you!”

“It’ll be someone to babysit and make sure they don’t hurt my patients.”

“They have to learn somehow, Ledge.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

When the nursing student came to him, bright eyed and excited, but tense with an anxiety that accompanied their new situation and environment, the travel nurse couldn’t help but sigh some of the annoyance out of himself. The kid’s energy instead dredged up some sympathy. Pointing at their assignment, Legend gave a brief report on each patient.

“Okay. So bed 4 is Grandma. You be nice to her and respect her. She’s very sweet. Broke her hip and is insisting she doesn’t need pain meds. We’re grabbing them anyway because I’m worried about her. Bed 5 is Pipsqueak. Little kid probably has bronchitis. Sounds like death, poor thing. Doc’s gonna prescribe some antibiotics, we’ll show mom and dad how to do inhaler treatments and nebulizar treatments and send them home. Bed 6 is Frankenstein. I think the guy’s ok but he groans like he’s a newly created monster, you ask him if he’s ok and he’s totally chill. So I think that’s just how he is. He’s got some mild dementia, not the most reliable narrator. Fell at the nursing home, unwitnessed, got a lac on his head so he’ll be getting a CT. Bed 7 is open for a hit.”

The nursing student scribbled furiously, nodding along but occasionally giving him strange looks.

As the shift progressed, Legend found himself having to stop and explain every little inconsequential detail he did, the skills that were on autopilot. He was exasperated, as it did slow him down, but he tried to stay patient. He was still half convinced Warriors had done this to torture him.

“Okay, I think nursing school teaches you to chase the needle into the cap but we don’t have time for that and it knocks the cap off the table half the time so just ground your hand with your other palm and reseal the needle carefully.” Legend explained as he capped a needle after drawing up medicine. He found himself saying this a lot, remembering what nursing school said versus the reality of the situation. The poor nursing student stayed generally quiet through most of the shift, simply trying to keep up.

By the end of the night, Legend found himself half collapsed in a chair, utterly exhausted. It hasn’t even been that eventful of a shift, but with the student he’d had to triple check their work and his own, trying to explain anything he could. Kid had to learn, after all.

The nursing student smiled as she gathered her things. “Thank you so much for teaching me. I had fun. You’re a really good nurse.”

Legend blinked, staring at her and barely getting a “no problem,” out as she left. Her words settled over him, sinking heavier and heavier as he gathered his things in the locker room.

You’re a really good nurse. When was the last time he thought that? He knew he was a good nurse. He did. But…

Warriors caught his eye as he entered to go to his own locker.

“How was it?” He asked.

Legend sighed, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “It… wasn’t that bad.”

#lu in healthcare #writing #lu legend #lu warriors #Legend gets to remember that he’s actually a nice person lol #He has good days I swear guys 😂

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chemistry - an eddie munson one shot

eddie munson x fem!reader

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Summary: When Eddie is partnered with Y/N for an assignment in their chemistry class, he comes to learn she’s more than just the goody two-shoes scholar he thought she was.

A/n: I'm a big stranger things fan and recently became enamored by eddie munson's character and this fic idea came to mind, this is going to be a few parts so stay tuned for the next one!

“Ugh, this is so boring,” Eddie scoffs as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his position from leaning his forearms on the table to leaning back over the chair.

“Shh Eddie we’re in the library,” Y/N warns.

“Well then everyone in here can know how boring I think this is,” Eddie raises his voice and sticks his tongue out.

“Eddie I don’t care how boring you think this is, we have to get it done regardless,” Y/N loudly whispers.

“It’s too quiet in here,” Eddie whines as he runs his hands through his hair.

“That’s kind of the point.”

“Well I can’t concentrate like this. It’s so quiet I can hear every thought I’ve ever had,” he looks at her with his eyes open wide and ringed fingers tapping on the table top.

“I don’t know if it's all the heavy metal you listen to or the weed you smoke that’s rotting your brain, but being able to hear all your thoughts is the main reason we’re here: it’s what’s going to get this assignment done. Now seriously we have to get to work.”

Y/N returns her concentration to the pencil in her hand and the paper in front of her. The atoms with their electrons and nuclei taunting her. Eddie snatches the paper and holds it up high.

“Eddie! Give that back,” Y/N yells and a few students nearby turn their heads and glare at her.

“Come and get it from me,” Eddie whispers.

Y/N’s eyes widen to the size of golf balls. “Eddie, give it back, now.”

“Say the magic word.”

“We are not doing this right now,” Y/N glares.

“If you want your precious little paper back you’ll have to say the magic word.”

“Eddie, please, stop being so annoying and give me back my paper so we can get this assignment done and over with,” Y/N says as she reaches out for the paper and Eddie lifts his arm up higher. Y/N’s reflex makes her whine and let her fist fall to the table when her paper is too far out of reach.

“Eddie.”

“Excuse me,” a stern female voice chides from behind Y/N. Y/N exhales and softly curses under her breath. She slowly turns around to find the head librarian behind her.

“This is a library and we have a zero tolerance policy for excessive noise. Out of respect for the other students here, I’m going to have to ask that the two of you leave,” the librarian warns.

In the same breath, Y/N exhales exasperatedly and Eddie says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Eddie starts packing his bag and under his breath, mutters, “It was too quiet in here anyway.”

Y/N is still frozen, processing the fact that for the first time in her life, she’s both in trouble in an academic setting and being kicked out of an establishment.

“Tsk, tsk. I expected more from a stellar student such as yourself Y/N,” the librarian scoffs before walking away. Y/N can feel her cheeks redden and her breathing shallow. She blinks rapidly as she quickly packs her own things and paces out of the library before Eddie can even follow.

It’s only day one of being forced to work with Eddie, “the Freak”, Munson and Y/N is already losing hope.

“Y/N wait up,” she hears Eddie’s voice distantly calling after her as she speed walks down the hall. She walks out the front doors and goes to sit on one of the benches near the parking lot. It’s an hour after school lets out so there’s hardly any cars. Y/N turns her head to the side when she hears the faint noise of the football and cross country teams outside practicing. She sighs and raises her wrist to check the time on her watch.

“Y/N, hey, I was calling after you,” Eddie breathlessly says as he plops down next to Y/N on the cement bench.

“Go home Eddie,” Y/N sullenly replies as she looks from the corner of her eye at the boy next to her and moves her head forward with a deadpan expression.

“Y/N,” Eddie nags.

“I’m serious. I’ve had enough for today,” she looks away from him and clutches her arms around her body.

“C’mon Y/N, are you upset? Because of what happened back there?” Eddie nonchalantly shrugs.

Y/N sharply looks at Eddie and squints. Her body is absolutely seething. She breathes deeply, not wanting to explode at some boy she hardly even knows.

“Yeah Eddie, I am. Not only was that scene in there extremely embarrassing, but I’m also frustrated that you’re not even taking this assignment the slightest bit seriously.”

“Damn, talk about uptight,” Eddie murmurs and raises his eyebrow.

“And still, you think this is funny,” Y/N turns to look at Eddie and locks onto his eyes. “You think this is a joke? Well it’s not funny Munson. Some of us are trying to get good grades so we can get into a good college and get out of this shithole town,” Y/N snaps and looks into her lap.

Eddie jerks his head back and runs a hand through his hair. “Wow, and here I thought you were a townie.”

Y/N slaps her palms along the denim of her thighs. “That’s what you got from that?”

She scowls at him as he smiles. She sneers and looks back at the parking lot.

“You know you look real cute when you’ve got that looks could kill thing going on.”

“Shut up Munson.” Eddie chuckles and Y/N tries to ignore the warmth that spreads through her chest at his weird and almost insulting compliment. She regains her composure and takes a deep breath.

“What am I going to do,” Y/N murmurs as she drops her head into her hands.

“Um hello, I’m right here,” Eddie obnoxiously waves a hand in front of her face.

“Oh yeah how could I forget Edward Munson and the company of his humongous rings,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Hey don’t hate the rings… or bring my government name into this,” Eddie teases and Y/N shakes her head with a smile.

“Is that a smile I see?”

“No,” Y/N wipes the smile off her face, struggling to keep her smile away.

“I think it is,” Eddie coes.

“Well then I think you need to see an optometrist.”

“A what? Did you just make up that gibberish word on the spot?”

“No, it's a real word. It's the word for an eye doctor.” Y/N explains and Eddie contemplates her explanations.

“Ah, I knew I got lucky being paired with the smartest girl in school.”

“Okay one, I don’t appreciate being used for any part of my body even if it is my brain, and two, I'm the second smartest girl in school so might want to get your facts straight there.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he processes Y/N’s words and after not being sure just how to respond, he says, “You know, for such a smart girl, you don’t really make any sense sometimes.”

Y/N feels a fluttering sensation in her stomach at the way Eddie refers to her as a “smart girl”. But when the rest of his words settle in, all she can do is shrug. She knows she can be a difficult person to understand so his words roll off her shoulder rather easily.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of them and Y/N’s left wondering the same question she said aloud just a few moments ago.

“Look,” Eddie inhales, “This may come as a shock to you, but I do care about this stuff. I know I’m not exactly college material but believe me, I’m trying to get out of this shithole too.”

Y/N looks up at him, and for the first time she sees he’s actually being sincere. His big brown eyes are staring back at her and she feels a heat rise up her neck.

“Eddie, I… I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just speaking for myself. There’s a lot riding on my grades right now. I can’t afford to not take this stuff as seriously as I do.”

“Yeah but would it kill you to lighten up every now and then? I swear, you need to smoke a joint or something, seriously,” Eddie claps his hands and the noise draws Y/N’s eyes to his slender fingers. She wonders what those fingers would feel like intertwined with hers. What the cold metal of his rings would feel like along the warm parts of her skin.

“Ha ha. Way to ruin the moment Munson,” Y/N rolls her eyes and slightly smiles. He smiles back at her and his lips open to reveal his pearly white teeth. Y/N admires his smile and the way it reveals a deep dimple in his smooth skin.

“If I promise to take this assignment seriously, will you promise to loosen up?”

“What?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrow.

“I promise to take this seriously so we can both do well on this assignment but it means you have to relax and let go a bit, alright?”

“What? No!”

“Why not?”

“Because… Because… we can do just fine if the both of us are taking this assignment seriously. We can relax after… after it's done and after we get an A.”

“Promise?”

“What?”

“Once we get the assignment done and get a good grade, and knowing you, that is definitely going to happen, promise we can do something to just relax,” Eddie waves his hands animatedly

“If you’re suggesting we get mind numbingly high then count me out.”

“I never said anything about that. “

Y/N looks at Eddie skeptically and presses her top lip into her bottom lip.

“Let’s just say, theoretically, we were to do something that involved relaxing, what exactly would that entail?”

“Um, whatever you want honestly. It could be going to the movies, getting some ice cream, or even getting a little high, if you really wanted to try it,” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

“Eddie.”

“I’m just saying,” he waves his hands in protest and it makes the buttons on his jean vest shake.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows and looks at him. He raises his eyebrows and smiles at her. Her eyes travel the halo of frizzy waves around his face and the way they drape along his shoulder.

“Why should I?”

“Because, it’ll give you a chance to teach me about chemistry which will be fun for you because the moment we got partnered I know you’ve just been itching to boss me around,” Eddie says and Y/N scoffs but knows he’s not wrong. “And, it’ll give me a chance to teach you how to have fun.”

“Who says I need some DnD playing metal head to teach me how to have fun?”

Eddie reaches forward to smooth out the lines in her forehead with his thumb. “This permanent scowl on your face.” Y/N relaxes her features and peers up at Eddie.

“Eddie… why do you want to do this.”

“Like I said, I want to do well and this seems like the only bearable way it’ll happen.”

Y/N narrows her eyes. There’s got to be more to it than just that. Why else would Eddie Munson care so much? Y/N doesn’t know the answer to that question, but she’s intrigued enough to find out.

“Okay, I agree to your terms, but on one condition.”

“Sure thing, princess.”

“Okay, make that two conditions. One, never call me princess, again.” Eddie chuckles and nods, “Okay.”

“And two… you’ll give me a ride whenever I ask.”

“Huh?” Eddie cocks his head to the side.

“You have a car right?”

“Yeah, if by car you mean, beat up yet lovable old van.”

“Okay, well I don’t have a car yet so I want a ride home and a ride to wherever it is we go to have fun after this is all over.”

Eddie moves his tongue to the side of his mouth and bites on it. He nods and says, “Yeah, I think that can be arranged.”

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Animate Tokuten Drama CD ”Agricultural Management, the Vampire Way! ~When Disaster Strikes, a Storm Whips Up~”

Original title: ヴァンパイア的農村経営！～災いは嵐と共に～

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Kondou Takashi, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke, Morikawa Toshiyuki, Morikubo Shoutari & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: Classic Ryoutei Academy coming up with the weirdest classes and assignments for their students. No wonder Karlheinz sponsors the school because the principal is just as bonkers as he is. Anyway, it was interesting to see characters like Reiji, Laito and Carla having to do physical labor out on the field. Meanwhile Yuma is just completely in his element. This assignment was made for him after all. I won’t spoil how the CD ends, but let’s all press F in the chat for our Diaboys.

*Thud thud*

Subaru: …Ugh…Arghー Fuck! …Why am I here ploughin’ some damn field!?

*Rustle*

Laito: Ugh…That’s…my…line…! Ugh…!

*Thud*

Laito: Haah~ …Ahー God! I’m tired!

Laito tosses his hoe away.

*Thud*

Reiji: Hey, you two! No sleeping on the job! You have barely made any progress! …Laito, grab hold of that hoe at once!

Laito: Eeeh~?

Reiji: Don’t ‘eeeh~?’ me! This is part of a special class, so I shall ensure that all of you take it seriously!

Subaru: Che…I don’t give a damn if it’s for school or not…I can’t believe we’re forced to do this crap! Haah…I should have just skipped.

Reiji: Subaru…I shall not allow for that. Did you not hear me earlier? This assignment has to be done all together as a team!

Laito: If we can submit a stellar report on our task afterwards, the school will give us some kind of reward, right? Not just any reward either, but we get to choose anything we want with nothing off-limits. However, the one condition is that each member of a team contributes.

Reiji: Yes, exactly. And there just happens to be a silverware set which I have been dying to get my hands on. Therefore, I must get an excellent grade at all costs!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Ahー What a load of crap. …Anyway, they must be out of their minds if they think that this is a job for human labor. Don’t they have some kind of big or impressive machine which can get it done instead!?

Reiji: This is part of class. What makes you think there would be a tractor available to us? The whole point of the exercise is to get it done through our own strength!

*Clap clap*

Reiji: Well then, now grab hold of those hoes! As long as I am here to keep an eye on things, I shall not allow anyone to slack off!

Subaru: Che…Fuck off…

Laito: Aah~ …I’m really sick of this. I would have dipped a long time ago if it wasn’t for Bitch-chan being here as well.

Subaru: Anyway, Reiji! If you’re that stuck up ‘bout everyone doin’ their part, then why don’t you go and call over all those fuckers who aren’t here right now!?

Reiji: Hm…? Now that you mention it…I have not seen those three in a while. …Excuse me, you! Have you seen Yuma and the others, perhaps?

You explain.

Reiji: Ahー So Yuma and Azusa have gone fetch some fertilizer.

Yuma: Oi, you guys!

Reiji: If you speak of the Devil…

Yuma: We got the fertilizer.

He puts the bag down on the floor.

*Thud*

Yuma: There ya go. This should do the trick, right?

Azusa: Phew…Yuma…Where should I put my bag…?

Yuma: Ah. You can just throw it onto the pile over here. …Thanks, Azusa.

Azusa: Oh no…It was no big deal.

*Rustle*

Yuma: I don’t like havin’ to work together with these fuckers, but I guess I have no other choice if I wanna get my hands on that sweet reward. …So, how much of the area have you plowed so far?

Yuma takes a look.

Yuma: Aah!? You’ve barely made any progress!

Subaru: Oh shut up! The soil’s too damn hard, it’s no easy feat!

Laito: Yeah, exactly! My hands are so tired…

Yuma: God, you’re all such a bunch of weaklings…All you’ve done is some plowin’ and you’re already exhausted? Did you think agriculture was easy or somethin’!?

You apologize.

Yuma: Nah, you don’t need to say sorry. From what I can tell, the area you and Mr. Know-It-All did has made the most progress.

Azusa: Eve…Good work…

Reiji: Fufu…While I would never resort to doing physical labor under normal circumstances, my silverware is at stake this time. I am taking this very seriously.

He turns towards his brothers.

Reiji: Laito, Subaru. How about the two of you step up your game as well and start taking this seriously?

Laito: That’s easy for you to say…But this kind of work isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I mean, there’s bugs and such crawling around on the field as well, right?

Subaru: I mean, there’s only so much the four of us can accomplish, right? Look at how much ground we have to cover!

Azusa: Four? …Huh…? Now that you mention it…What happened to Carla-san?

Reiji: We actually haven’t seen him in a while now. I assumed that he went with you two to go get fertilizer but…It seems like that wasn’t the case.

Yuma: Yeah. It was only Azusa and I.

Laito: Eeh~? Then maybe he’s sleeping on the job somewhere!? (imitates Carla’s tone) ‘Fieldwork is not the kind of job a respectable Founder such as myself would ever resort to’

Subaru: Haah!? That’s not fair, is it!?

You mention something about a sound in the distance.

Azusa: Eh? Eve…? What’s wrong? …You hear something?

Azusa focuses on the sound.

Azusa: You’re right. I can hear it too.

Reiji: What could it be? It sounds like the engine of some kind of machine?

Yuma: …!! Shh, be quiet for a sec! …Ah! This is the sound of a tractor’s motor!

Laito: Hey…It seems to be steadily getting closer to us…!?

Azusa: Ah! Eve! Watch out!

ー A tractor arrives.

Carla: …Ugh.

*Thud*

Carla: You lot! Why are you here together, doing nothing?

Subaru: …Excuse me!? That’s what I’d like to ask! Where did you get that thing!? …Actually, Reiji! Didn’t you tell us earlier that a tractor is off-limits because this is part of a class assignment!?

Reiji: Yes…I was under that assumption.

Carla: Hmph. I pulled some strings to have this one arranged especially for me.

He steps towards the group.

Carla: I do not care that this is part of a special extracurricular activity. Under normal circumstances, a Founder such as myself would never resort to this sort of work. However, I shall make an exception this one time. I have decided that for the sake of getting a new ham stand, I am willing to dirty my very own hands!

Yuma: Your very own hands, you say? You’re usin’ a tractor tho.

Laito: Heeh…I didn’t think even Carla would be so desperate for the reward.

Azusa: It’s unusual…for Carla-san to be this motivated…

Carla: You may run your mouths all you want. This is all to secure a high score and a new ham holder…You lot! Now that you are in my team, I shall not allow any of you to slack off. Get your tasks done without fail! Do you understand?

Yuma: I mean, that was always my intention. It’s honestly like a dream come true to be able to work on the field as part of a school assignment.

Azusa: I’ll try…my best too…

Reiji: It should go without saying that I shall do the same. I never slack off when it comes to school, no matter what the assignment may be!

*Rustle*

Carla: Woman, what about you?

You agree to doing your best as well.

Carla: …Fufu. Well said. Allow me to praise you. …That leaves just you two. Hurry up and prove to me that you are prepared to face this challenge.

Subaru: Che…Big words comin’ from the guy who showed up late. Pisses me off…

*Rustle*

Subaru: Hah…But constantly bein’ nagged to work is annoyin’ too…Haahー Fine. Guess I have no other choice, so I’ll do it.

Laito: Hmm~ Well, I suppose I’ll do what I can without dirtying my clothes.

Reiji: Well then, let us first divide the tasks. There’d be no point in having all five of us plow the field.

Yuma: Damn right. I mean, now that we have a tractor to work with, we can leave that task up to Carla.

Azusa: What else…needs to be done…?

Yuma: Ah, next would be creating ridges by raising the earth. Then plant the seeds and water them. Just like that.

Laito: The ridges are made with the help of an animal, right? I want to do that then. I’d like to avoid having to touch the soil directly if possible.

Azusa: Then…I’d like to…be in the team planting the seeds…There’s a specific kind of vegetable I want to grow…

Yuma: In that case, feel free to use the fertilizer we carried here earlier. I got a really good kind.

Azusa: Mmh…Thank you.

Carla: I have something I want to grow as well.

Reiji: In which case, I shall join Laito in creating the ridges. I am curious whether I will be able to elevate them to a new level.

Carla: ーー Subaru. What shall you do? Hurry up and make up your mind.

Subaru: Huh? …Ahー I…

Laito: Don’t you think Subaru should join the two guys planting seeds? He seems like the kind of guy who likes digging around the dirt.

Subaru: Haah!? What kind of image do you have of me!?

Yuma: That’s settled then. Well then…If we want to balance things out, I suppose I’d go into the ridges team. I mean, fine by me.

You ask what you should do.

Reiji: You…Can we ask you to alternate between both groups and assist where you can?

ー You nod.

Yuma: ‘Kay! Now hold out yer hands, mates!

Azusa: My hand…? Like this…?

Reiji: Would this do?

Subaru: Oi, whatcha gonna do?

Carla: …

Laito: Yeah, yeah. …Come on, you too, Bitch-chan.

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Exactly. Now we all put them on top of each other like this.

*Rustle*

Yuma: ‘Kay! You’ve all got yer hands stacked on top of each other, right? Agriculture is all ‘bout good team work. I want to hear a loud ‘yeah’ at my signal, ‘kay?

Subaru: Haah!? You really think I’m gonna do that lame shit!?

Yuma: Ya guys! We’re gonna make a great field together!

Everyone: Yeah…!

*TIMESKIP*

You approach the group in charge of the ridges.

Reiji: Oh dear, you. Have you come to help out here first? Thank you very much.

Yuma: Well then, Sow. Hold this rope and stand there. We’re gonna trace this line to make the ridges.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Well then, I suppose we should get started soon. …Ugh…Ugh…

*Thud thud*

Reiji: Thanks to Carla softening up the soil with the tractor, the hoe digs right in. …Hah!...Hah!

*Thud thud*

Yuma: I’ll even it out later, so for now ya can just make lil’ piles.

Laito: …As to be expected of Yuma-kun, it looks like you were made to hold one of those hoes in your hands.

Yuma: Ya think so? Well, I do this at home all the time after all.

Laito: Eeh~? Every day? I wouldn’t be able to keep up with that. Working on the field is not only exhausting but it gets you all dirty as well. I honestly fail to see what’s so fun about digging around the earth like this. …Say, you agree with me, don’t you, Bitch-chan? ーー I mean, maybe if there was a chance to dig up some kind of treasure.

You suddenly scream out.

Laito: What’s wrong, Bitch-chan? Why the panic?

You explain.

Laito: Huh? Right at my feet?

*Rustle*

Laito: …Uwah! A-An earthworm…!

Reiji: Excuse me, Laito! Why are you fooling around? Take your job seriously!

Laito: I-I’m not fooling around…! More importantly, an earthworm popped up…!

Yuma: Ah? An earthworm? Now where is that lil’ bugger?

Laito: O-Over there! At your feet! Uu…It’s wriggling around…I’m feeling sick to my stomach…

Yuma: God, you’re makin’ way too much of a fuss over a lil’ earthworm. You should expect this much when out on the field, no?

You step back.

Yuma: Ah…? Why are you pissin’ yer pants as well? Ya just grab them like this andー

*Rustle*

Laito: Eek! Hey, Yuma-kun! Stay away from me…!!

Yuma: There ya go.

He throws it away.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Happy now?

Laito: Phew…I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

Reiji: Good grief…How pathetic, making such a fuss over a single bug.

Yuma: My thoughts exactly…

Laito: You two just don’t understand! Just how disgusting those creepy crawlers truly are! Aah…Just the thought of them wriggling around gives me goosebumps…

Laito loses consciousness.

Laito: Uu…Nn…

*Rustle*

Reiji: Dear god. I cannot believe he passed out over something like this. I feel ashamed as his brother. Haah…

*Rustle*

Reiji: Come on, you. Let us ignore Laito for now and get back to work.

You seem worried.

Reiji: No need to be concerned. I am sure he will regain consciousness in no time. …Yuma, let us continue.

Yuma: Yeah. …Come on, Sow. Hold the rope straight.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Ugh…

*Thud*

Reiji: Ugh…

*Thud*

Yuma: Still, I didn’t think you’d join this team. Ya seem like the type of dude who wouldn’t wanna work up a sweat.

Reiji: Like I mentioned before, I would not usually resort to physical labor. I happen to be more skilled at using my brains rather than my muscles after all. However…I got a little curious.

Yuma: Curious?

Reiji: The vegetables you drop off at our place every so often…They far exceed the ones sold at any store in terms of flavor. I came to the conclusion if you managed to raise such high-quality products in a small vegetable garden, then what would we be capable of growing in our own garden? While we do grow a couple of herbs, we have never grown our own vegetables before.

Yuma: Heh. Why not give it a try? I wouldn’t mind givin’ ya some pointers. From which fertilizer to choose to how to use the different tools involved, all of it.

Reiji: Fufu…That sounds very promising. I would love to have you teach me someday.

*Thud*

Yuma: Woah…We’ve made some great progress while talkin’.

Reiji: Yes. It went smoother than I expected. Perhaps we can thank the guy who made a huge fuss and then proceeded to faint on us.

Laito: Uu…Uu…Earthworm…I can’t…~~~

Reiji: Haah…

*Rustle*

Reiji: You, go ahead and call Subaru and the others. They can already start planting seeds in the ridges we’ve created so far.

You nod.

Yuma: We’re countin’ on ya!

You run off.

*TIMESKIP*

You approach the other group.

Azusa: Hm….Ah! Eve!

Subaru: Oh? Are Reiji and the others done already?

ー You explain.

Azusa: So we can start planting seeds? …Perfect timing…I just decided what I want to grow…

You show interest.

Azusa: Me? You seeーー I’ve decided to plant chili pepper seeds. Yuma arranged these for me. They’re from the Demon World so they should grow quicker…than normal ones…I’ll let you try some of them…once they’ve been harvested, okay? Fufu…

ーー Speaking of which…Subaru-san, which seeds did you choose…?

Subaru: Ah? Me…Iーー …It doesn’t really matter, does it? Anyway, let’s go plant them already!

Azusa: Oh…Ah, yeah. Good idea. …Let’s go together, Eve.

You walk back towards the field together.

*TIMESKIP*

Azusa: …Ridges have already been made over here. Yuma and the others made them…Well then, I suppose we can plant the seeds here.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Hm? Oi, wait. Is that Carla over there? He seems to be crouched down…What is that guy up to?

Azusa: Ah…You’re right.

You approach Carla.

Carla: …Hm? So you lot have come to plant your seeds as well?

Subaru: ‘As well’, you say? So you planted something as well?

Carla: Yes, I just finished planting almonds and cashews.

Subaru: Hah? …By the way, what’s the pink thing sticking out from the ground?

Carla: This…? Isn’t that obvious? It’s cured ham.

Subaru: Haah!? What is that doin’ iside the soil!?

Carla: I mean, the vegetables need proper fertilizer to be able to grow into their optimal form, correct? That is why I decided to bury ham of the finest quality alongside them!

*Rustle*

Carla: I believe this will allow me to grow the finest of nuts. Fufu… ーー However, I have already planted plenty of them, yet none have sprouted so far. Is something still missing, perhaps?

Subaru: No…Rather than somethin’ missin’…I think this is a whole different issue.

Azusa: Ah! Carla-san…Did you already water them?

Carla: Water? …No, not yet. Hah! I see. So water is the solution, huh? ーー Oi, Subaru! Go and get me water!

Subaru: Again, this makes no sense! Why do I have to do that!? Anyway, there’s no way they’ll grow like that!

Carla: Kuh…Excuse me? They will not?

You try to explain to Carla.

Subaru: Haah…Just like she said, you have to start with the seeds or it won’t work.

Carla: …! …No…I refuse to give up…I am positive they will grow…!

Azusa: Carla-san, please don’t feel down…Right! Why don’t we plant some chili pepper seeds together?

Carla: Chili pepper, you say? Hah! Ridiculous…!

Azusa: Please don’t be like that. Come on? …Eve, you should join us as well. Let’s plant them together. …Here’s a shovel for you.

*Rustle*

You thank him.

Azusa: Mmh. You’re welcome. Here’s yours, Subaru-san.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Ah…Yeah…

Azusa: Let’s see…I suppose we can plant them around here?

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: First you create a small hole…

He pours the seeds inside.

Azusa: And then you add the seeds before closing it up again…

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: Hmph!

Subaru: Well…I guess this should do?

They continue planting seeds.

Azusa: Mmh! You’re all doing a great job! Now we just…

*Tap tap*

Azusa: Please turn out delicious…

*Tap tap*

Azusa: Please turn out delicious…

Carla: Haah…What has that guy been mumbling about this whole time?

Subaru: For some reason, it comes off as really creepy when comin’ from you…

Azusa: Eh? I’m just doing what Yuma always does. When you plant sands…While praying for them to turn out delicious…They actually will, you see…?

Subaru: For real?

You ask Subaru which vegetables he will grow.

Subaru: Ah? …L-Like I said, that’s none of your business, is it!?

Azusa: But I’m curious as well…

You agree.

Subaru: …Ugh. …Haahー Fine…Cherry tomatoes.

Azusa: Cherry…tomatoes…

Subaru: What’s with that face!? Why do you seem so obviously surprised!? …They seemed the easiest to grow according to the manual so that’s why I chose them! Got a problem with that, huh!?

Azusa: No…Not at all. Well then, here you go.

*Rustle*

Azusa: You can have this, okay?

*Thud*

Subaru: …Ah. What is this? A name tag?

Azusa: Yeah…I also got this from Yuma but…You should give your plant a name and put that beside it.

Subaru: Let me see… ‘Subaru-san’s tomatoes’? Doesn’t it seem like a grave of some sorts now?

Azusa: Eh? You think so?

Carla: Hmph! You enjoy crawling into a coffin as a hobby, do you not? This is barely any different.

Subaru: …!? A-Are you makin’ fun of me!?

Carla: I am not. I am simply stating the truth.

Subaru: Like I saidーー

The other group approaches them.

Reiji: Oh dear, why the ruckus?

Azusa: Ah…Reiji-san…Yuma and Laito-san as well…

Laito: Hey there, Bitch-chan~! Haven’t seen you since earlier.

You ask if he’s alright now.

Laito: Mmh! I’m back in tip-top shape! Although…I’d rather stay clear from soil for a while.

Yuma: Look, ya guys can fight all ya want, but have ya finished plantin’ the seeds yet?

You nod.

Yuma: Hah? That doesn’t sound very convincin’...But…Oh! They’re already sproutin’! I guess seeds from the Demon World really are on a different level! If they keep growin’ like this, we might just be able to harvest them tomorrow!

Laito: Then why don’t we take a break? The sky is looking gray as well…

Reiji: You are right. It has been cloudy for a while now. Well then, how about we go rest up inside that cabin for a bit?

You all start walking towards the cabin.

*TIMESKIP*

A storm rages outside.

Laito: It’s really pouring down…

Azusa: There’s even thunder…

*CRASH*

Reiji: I have to admit…The weather does make me rather worried about the seeds we planted earlier. They only just sprouted after all.

Yuma: Yeah. Young sprouts aren’t well resistant to the rain or strong gusts of wind yet. Perhaps we should have put a few support pillars ‘round the plants to protect them. At this rate, they’ll end up gettin’ washed away by the rain.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Haah!? Then what ‘bout our assignment!? I’m not startin’ over from scratch again!

Carla: I agree. My new ham holder is at stake here. I shall not waste this opportunity.

Reiji: Calm down, both of you. My silverware set depends on it as well, so I refuse to give up already. That being said, haste makes for waste, remember?

*CRASH*

Laito: But…I don’t think we have much time to waste? The storm’s really picking up outside.

Subaru: …! Tsk…Oi, Yuma! How do those pillars work?

Yuma: …!? Don’t tell me…You’re thinkin’ of goin’ out there in this weather!?

Subaru: What other choice do I have!? I put in all that effort to plant those seeds! It’d be such a shame…To let my tomatoes go to waste before even gettin’ a chance to harvest them.

Azusa: But…If you were to step outside right now…Wouldn’t you put yourself at risk as well?

Subaru: I don’t give a damn ‘bout that! …Somebody has to go, right!? Get out of my way! I’ll go…!

*Thud*

Yuma: Wait, Subaru! You won’t be able to do anythin’ by yourself! I’ll come with you.

Azusa: Mmh. I’ll tag along as well. I want those chilli pepper seeds which we all planted together…To have a chance to grow…

Reiji: Haah…I suppose I have no other choice. I am not thrilled about having to go out during a rainstorm, but I shall come as well.

You offer to join them as well.

Reiji: No, you should wait here. It is dangerous outside after all.

Yuma: Let’s get goin’ then…!

They run outside.

Laito: Ahーah. They actually went outside.

Carla: Hah! They can build a fort around it all they want, it will all be in vain if you do not tackle the root of the issue.

You point out that the weather is the main problem.

Carla: Yes. Exactly. In other words, this weather.

Laito: Nfu~ That being said…There’s not much we can do about the weather, is there?

Carla: No, I know a way. I could offset the storm with my magic.

Laito: Eeh? You can do that?

Carla: Who do you think I am? I am Tsukinami Carla, King of Founders! ーー Woman, step out of the way. I shall blow this storm away with my powers. Fufufu…Ahahaha! The ham holder is as good as mine!

Carla begins charging up an attack.

Carla: Haah…

Laito: …Wow! This magic is impressive. I guess I should have expected as much from a Founder…?

Carla: Aaaah!!!

*CRASH*

*BOOM*

Laito: Coff..coff…Bitch-chan…Are you alright?

Carla: Hmph! That was a piece of cake for someone of my caliber.

Yuma: Magic sure is somethin’ else! But I’m glad! Now our veggies are saーー Wait. Aaaaah…!!

Azusa: Oh…They had already sprouted as well…But now they’re all…gone.

Subaru: …Oi! You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!? How!?

Reiji: Could it be…Was Carla’s attack simply too powerful…He ended up destroying the whole field in the process?

Laito: Aahー

Carla: …A-Ahem…You should be grateful to me for getting rid of that terrible storm, at least.

Subaru: S…So in the end we’re back at square one anyway!?

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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depressed-teacup-inc · 11 months

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A double review because at this point, the show is just repeating itself

Alright so miraculous again decided to air two episodes at once, which ok, annoying as fuck for someone that times and reviews them, but we survive either way. Let’s go!

Confrontation

Alright, I’m officially renaming “Lila episodes” into “Lila and Chloe episodes” because literally Chloe has become the new Lila! Literally nothing that they do makes sense or has any reason beyond “they’re evil and hate marinette mwahahaha” and just exist to make marinette look better in comparison

(In case you’re wondering why they’re still around and what’s the point of Chloe and Lila, it’s because the minute they’re actually complex/compelling characters or they’re gone, Marinette’s actions and behaviors become way more awful in hindsight, so the show keeps these two around to make Marinette either a martyr or a hero)

Also nothing in this episode makes sense and constantly contradicts itself?

Like the entire premise of the episode being the students getting assigned to terrible high schools, but they never wanted to do these sheets in the first place? The lucky charms are suddenly magical shields, but then why wasn’t this discovered before? You’re telling me no one thought to encourage petiole away from being akumatized? And also, Lila’s plan is so flimsy and held by the thread that the students will just assume marinette did this for… basically no reason because they’re graduating

Also I don’t care what the episode argues, Damocles, André and Bustier all were shit role models and support systems for the students, and were a big reason as to why students were angry and akumatized in the first place, but sure let’s just pretend they’re good last minute you guys!

Anyways this sucked, next episode

Collusion

So… Adrien has officially been character assassinated by the show to have no personality beyond being love interest!

This happened in the last episode too, but you see it here so much as well! Like literally every minute of Adrien’s screentime, and every time he talks is somehow connected to marinette! Literally his father is sending him away to a private school in London (which honestly at this point with what marinette did to him, take the chance and run baby) which is supposed to be his worst nightmare, and rather then think about his responsibility to Paris as Chat Noir or his friends that he will leave or his sense of autonomy, all he can think about is “I’ll be separated from marinette🥺”

HE LITERALLY SAID HE ISNT SURE OF ANYTHING ABOUT HIS LIFE OR WHO HE IS BUT ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT HES IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL AND THATS THE ONE THINGS FOING IN HIS LIFE, LOOK AT WHAT THEYVE DONE TO MY BOYYYYYY!!!

And wasn’t perfect the very thing Adrien didn’t want to be perceived of that marinette constantly calls him? It’s giving putting someone on a pedestal and not seeing them for what they really are (the love square is literally high school sweethearts marrying tans divorcing in like 3 years)

Anyways, grieving Adrien’s personality aside, Chloe is demonized to the point of unrealistic, the one teacher who was actually being a decent teacher and not contributing to a system of corruption is now demonized out of nowhere too, Lila literally makes no sense (like that’s apparently not even her name? She goes by cerise in another school, and she has three moms WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS THIS SHOW ANYMORE), Chloe is mayor now for some fucking reason (this is illegal), and André gets dumb redemption arc out of nowhere.

Mentioned I’m in the previous episodes too, but André is not a good person and the show keeps pretending he is? Like girl, man is confirmed to do corrupt horrific politician stuff, has had the chance to help and actually raise his daughter for years, but chose to neglect her after her mother abandoned her, and now pretends to be a good parent to a child that’s not even his own to feel better about himself, AND YET IM SUPPOSED TO THINK HES SYMPATHETIC AND GOOD? FUCK THAT!

Also real quick, what the fuck is up with the mayor controlling the school? Like initially I was think the reason Chloe has leverage in the school is that her dad, through big donations, basically controls the school board and who gets to do what, but it seems he’s just? Using his mayor powers? Like girl that’s not how being mayor works, you can’t just fire anyone like that, this is a very bad lesson in politics

But yeah. Both episodes awful.

The only good things I can take from here is that there’s finally a canonical lesbian couple that wasn’t constantly queerbated (I love Julerose, and don’t like Zoenette, but they’re both constantly vague and easily censored) and Juleka got some screen time.

(Also Luka and Adrien are officially in the “being Marinette’s love square character assassinated me till the point I have no personality outside of it” club)

Also if you’re wondering why I didn’t mention anything about the fights? They’re dumb, last like five minutes and take a back sit just to tell you how awful Lila and Chloe are.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml rants #ml season 5 #ml collusion #ml confrontation #at this point I’m only here to see Gabriel die #also if the show even tries to make him sympathetic I will lose it #fuck all the parents and authority figures in miraculous #all me and my homies hate the parents and authority figures in miraculous

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Ten (Part 2)

I smile and shake my head, because I’m sure that I won’t be. Jude shuffles on the bed to readjust himself, and when he settles, his leg is resting against mine. It’s warm, mine feels cold. I notice it and wait for him to move but he doesn’t, so I just let our skin touch, and I get a shiver from my toes to the top of my head.

“When you go to Berlin,” I start. “Will you know anybody else there?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m going on my own, which I’m kind of excited about.”

“Scared though?”

“Yeah, a little bit I suppose. More excited.”

“I think I’d be scared to leave and be away from everybody I know.”

“Yeah, I get that, but I wasn’t really thinking that way when I applied for university there, it was honestly more about the experience I’d have and what I’d learn from doing my degree there.” He shrugs “Plus when I applied I didn’t actually think I’d be going on my own.”

“No?”

“My girlfriend at the time and I applied together, actually, but she didn’t get in. It was brutal, we got our letters on the same day. Art schools work like that sometimes, they send their offers out earlier than other courses because your Leaving Cert points aren’t important. I got accepted and she didn’t, so it was a bad day.”

“So you decided to go alone anyway?”

“Yeah it felt like the best choice for me, I just didn’t see myself being in Ireland anymore, I don’t want to waste my early twenties in this horrible recession, and I don’t want to graduate into it with no job prospects. I just need to get away from it.”

“and your girlfriend?”

“We broke up. We stayed together until we finished our exams and then we called it quits. I don’t want to put her through the long distance thing, like, honestly I don’t want to put myself through it, because I know I can’t handle that. I really just… I don’t want any attachments when I go, like, no responsibilities towards anybody else. Having a relationship while trying to navigate the changes that are ahead of me,” He shakes his head. “It would be too hard.”

“Wow. How long were you together?”

“Almost a year.”

That seems like forever to me. Nobody I know has been in a relationship for that long. “It must have been a hard decision.”

“It was, she’s a great person.”

“Well you can always get back together at some point in the future, you know, like maybe someday when you graduate…” I don’t continue because he’s already shaking his head no.

“I don’t think so – It’s just over, I can’t really see us picking up where we left off, like, nothing to do with her or the relationship per se. It’s just that I feel like I can’t ever go backwards, once it’s done, it’s done for me. I just don’t really hang on to other people in that way.”

I think about how I do. I’m a clinger and I always have been, so his philosophy on life is totally foreign to me, just like the idea of jetting off to some unknown city all on my own without speaking the language or knowing how a single thing in its society operates. I think that he’s much braver than I am for doing it, but I’m a little sad that he’s going. Maybe in a parallel universe he and I would have attended the same art college and been friends who hung around in Dublin together after our respective classes, sitting outside coffee shops in the city and talking about art and sculpture and our silly assignments, but none of that will happen. In a few weeks he’ll be gone forever and I will likely never get to see him again.

I look down at our legs and move mine away from his. Perhaps it’s not a good idea for us to be touching after all.

“You look a little sleepy.” He says to me gently, and I am. I’m more than sleepy. It’s so late now that I must be awake for almost forty hours straight, running purely on the last shreds of adrenaline from being with him, but as soon as he mentions sleep my eyelids feel so heavy, and even the hard, flat wall that my back rests against feels cosy. I’m certain I could doze off in this exact position. I admit it, “I am.”

“Then sleep. I’ll leave.”

“Okay.”

He makes a tiny movement towards me and then hesitates and begins to get up. “Okay Evie, I’ll see you again soon.”

I reach out my weary arms for a hug goodbye and when he leans in to embrace me my face grazes his neck, and he’s warm and his arms are strong and I wonder what the consequences would be if I let myself fall asleep on him right there and then. Maybe he’d be forced to stay here with me all night.

“I’ll text you when I’m free to hang out again.” He says, letting me go.

“Mm”

I lay down to sleep on the bed. The blankets are so warm from where he was sitting.

Before my eyes drift closed and I surrender to my exhaustion I glimpse him climbing nimbly out the window and hopping down onto the grass outside, disappearing into the darkness and leaving the gauzy curtains fluttering behind him. It’s like he was never even here.

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#sims #sims 4 #ts4 #simlit #sims 4 story #writing #fiction #romance #sims story #sims 4 storytelling #sims4 storytelling #sims storytelling #lucky girl part 1

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herofics · 7 months

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hii can i request geto or anyone else from jjk with a s/o who struggles a lot mentally and usually vents in poems (like writes poems in a diary) and they don't want them to see it bc they don't want them to be burdened with caring abt them? (also add that the s/o loves physical affection (only if you want)) i hope this makes sense ♡ and if you don't want to write this, it's okay

A/N: Hahah, being in a not so great mental state myself atm, I used my time writing this instead of doing my school work. Goddammit I feel like a lazy piece of shit lol. This isn’t really set in any particular point in time, but canon timeline, so Geto is doing his cult business and all that. I’m venting my own frustrations through this too. I can’t write a poem to save my life, at least not in english, so I didn’t write it out, but I did use the poetry thing anyway. I really needed to be called a “good girl” today, so that’s Geto’s job. I know I usually try to write gender neutral but I just really needed it and I couldn’t come up with anything that gave me the same vibe so I went with “good girl”

It was just so much. So much stress, so much work, so much everything. You felt like time was just slipping through your fingers. Everything was passing you by and you couldn’t grab onto anything.

“Why does this have to be so damn hard?” you muttered as you loaded the dishwasher.

Everyone else was doing fine, so why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you just do the things others seemed to be able to do so easily? Everyone else could finish their assignments on time, why couldn’t you? Everyone was able to at least keep up appearances of managing their life, and you felt like you couldn’t even do that. Sure, you’d managed to keep yourself from drowning in all this crap, but you couldn’t keep treading water forever.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d managed to keep Geto off your case for so long. Sure he’d pretty much been working nonstop for the last month, and had only been to the apartment occasionally. He’d even been sleeping at his office. The times he did come home, you’d managed to keep up appearances just enough that he’d thought you were only a bit tired. Besides, he didn’t need to worry about you too, he had enough on his plate already. No matter how much you missed him, his touch, his hands on your hips, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you didn’t want to burden him.

You finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on. At least you’d managed to do one thing. You went to grab your diary from your nightstand drawer and then walked back into the kitchen to sit by the table.

You were procrastinating doing your university assignments yet again. You hadn’t even started the essay you needed to turn in the next day. You felt like a lazy piece of shit. Why couldn’t you just get things done? It was just an essay, it was even a topic you were somewhat interested in, but nope, you just couldn’t do it. Instead, you decided to write something else. You’d always found poetry therapeutic, especially when you wrote it by hand instead of tapping away on your phone.

Your poem ended up being quite the stream of consciousness kind of thing, but writing your thoughts down on paper helped. It was no miracle cure to your ailment, but at least you got some of your thoughts out.

You left your diary, an unremarkable notebook, on the kitchen table as you went to the bathroom.

The last month had been incredibly hectic. There was a big event coming up next week for his cult, and Geto had been busy preparing for it. Writing his speech, and making sure everything was going smoothly. Of course he had assistants and people to handle these things, but he had the final say, so he had to approve everything.

Geto couldn’t help but miss you. Everytime he had gone home, you had seemed increasingly tired. Your usually witty remarks had turned bland, and you seemed almost apathetic at times. He usually wouldn’t put his work first when you were in such a state, but the event that was coming was very important for the cult, so he couldn’t really help it. Now that he had finished his speech and had left very specific instructions for his assistant, he felt like he could finally relax a little bit. He could finally make sure you were alright.

When Geto came back home and walked into the kitchen, he saw a notebook on the table. He didn’t think much of it as he picked it up and started flipping through it. He didn’t really read much, a word here, a sentence there, until he got the page with the most recent date. He didn’t even hear the toilet flush nor the running water as you washed your hands as he read through the poem.

“Why are you reading that?” you gulped as you returned to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh? You didn’t mean to read it?” you interjected as you grabbed the diary from his hands. “Then why did you?” you asked tearfully.

“Honestly, when I started reading I couldn’t stop. Is this truly how you’ve been feeling lately?” he asked, motioning at the notebook, a pit of dread settling at the bottom of his stomach.

It’s not like he’d even missed the signs really, he had ignored them in favor of his work, and willingly or not, he had let you start spiraling.

“Even if I was, you had no right to read it without my permission, it’s private” you sniffled, clutching the diary to your chest.

“I apologize for reading it, but it’s necessary for me to know if you’re feeling like this. You don’t need to be alone with this” Geto said, placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them.

“But what if I want to be? What if I don’t want you to have to worry about me on top of everything else?” you noted, letting your arms fall to your sides, still holding the diary in one hand

“What do you mean everything else? There is nothing else when you’re not doing well” Geto said softly and pulled you into a hug.

By god how you’d missed this. His embrace, his warmth, the beating of his heart in your ear as you pressed the side of your head to his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you. You could feel all the apathy and the self-loathing melting away as he hugged you tightly and you returned his embrace.

“I do want to talk to you, Suguru. I just… I don’t really know how. It’s so much easier to write it down and not have to explain anything to anyone” your voice was muffled by his robes as you explained.

“I know the feeling, believe me” he sighed and kissed the top of your head. “You don’t have to explain anything to me if you don’t want to, but I still feel I deserve to know when the person I love is not doing well. Even if you don’t want to explain the reasons, at least let me know when you’re feeling down”

“Yeah, yeah”

Geto pulled back and took your face into his hands with an intense look in his eyes.

“Promise me?” he asked, looking at you intently.

“I promise” you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile nonetheless.

“Good girl” he smiled and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk scenarios #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk comfort #jujutsu kaisen comfort #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hey~ I want to request another school PTSD and also share a bit of my experience when I was in Uni. Reader who forgot to take care of themselves because they are busy with studying and assignments, causing the RoR characters worried because sometimes they forget to eat for a few days. They then find reader crying in frustration and anger because the people in her group assignment didn't do their part and forced it on them. And yes, this is based on my experience, the different is I have to swallow my pain and exhaustion because I am on my own.

Nice to see that times have not changed since I was in school. I remember getting all the work thrown onto me for group projects all the time. I got to a point that I would request to work alone, if I was going to do all the work myself anyway. I’m sorry that people are this lazy and cruel, especially for group projects, I remember that when I was in school, each member was responsible for a certain part and if their part wasn’t done, the whole project got dinged. My sweet revenge that happened to me after being ghosted by my partners in a final exam project will be portrayed below. If you are able to, and if you have proof, like messages, show them to your professor to prove that your group mates were trying to force all the work onto you, and you shouldn’t be penalized for them not doing their own work. They’re adults, time for them to start acting like one, as the real world doesn’t work like that, and they’ll find themselves out of jobs, money, and live miserable lives. Stay strong my sweet Anon, I’m here if you want to talk.

-Your jaw clenched as your teeth grinded together, staring at your phone, hot tears of rage welling up inside of your eyes as you read the message in your group text of your fellow partners in your final exam project.

-You had gotten to the point of nagging them, needing their parts to complete your own, as your final grade depended on this project, being worth a full letter grade.

-Since you had other exams and one other project to prepare for, you got your part done as quickly as possible, but you needed the parts of the other three members of your group to finish.

-Every single one of them had been ghosting you, telling you that they would get to it when they could, not responding and leaving you on read, until today, when all three of them basically told you if you wanted this project done so badly, you could do it.

-The tears quickly spilled over as you slammed your phone down onto your desk and stood sharply, but the room spun, only for a moment before you paused, trying to remember the last time you ate anything.

-You go downstairs, not realizing you were skulking, trying to wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you walk into the kitchen.

-Lu Bu was there, eating a carrot and he froze, seeing your tears and almost instantly you could see the rage inside of him, “What happened?”

-You sniffle, trying to form words as he approached before you step closer and wrap your arms around his midsection, making him freeze as you hug him tightly.

-His eyes glance to either side, as he wasn’t the best with comforting others, hoping someone would come by to help.

-His prayer was answered when Buddha and Hermes entered, seeing the scene, you crying and hugging Lu Bu, and Lu Bu panicking on what to do.

-Buddha approached, putting his hand on your head and you turned, seeing him and he could see that you were exhausted, tears running down your face, and to be honest, you didn’t look that great, “Y/N, when’s the last time you ate something?” you couldn’t answer him, giving them your answer in your silence before you stepped away from Lu Bu, “Gonna make some ramen noodles then get back to work, since nobody else is going to do it!” you voice rose in tone, showing your anger as you went to the pantry.

-As soon as the ramen cup was in your hand, Hermes slapped it out of your hand, not hurting you before he pointed at the table, “You sit down right now, I’ll make you something more substantial than ramen. Take a break, Y/N.”

-You wanted to argue but Lu Bu’s hands on your hips, picking you up like you were a rag doll before sitting you down on one of the empty chairs was a quick veto of any argument.

-Buddha sat next to you, having grabbed a wet washcloth and wiped your cheeks, which you did have to admit felt good before he spoke, “Now then, what happened? Who’s not going what?”

-You explain about the huge project and how your partners are either ghosting you or trying to force all of their work onto you, but you have several other projects and exams to study for and they were quick to realize, from overworking yourself, the stress these idiots were putting on you, and not eating for at least a full day if not more, everything was coming out all at once.

-You broke down into tears again, burying your face into you hands as your shoulders started to shake from the sobs. Buddha had to quickly try to calm you down, as you started to hyperventilate and hiccups started to escape you.

-Ten minutes later you were attacking a thick BLT sandwich, made with extra bacon, showing how hungry you really were while the three men offered their own opinions.

-You froze, hearing Lu Bu’s idea of letting them burn, he meant it literally, but you take it how you want as your eyes sparkled, “That’s it! I’m going to watch them burn!!” as you said this, you had stood up, arms raised to the roof, and your eyes burning like they were made out of flames as Lu Bu grinned but the other two shared a look, only half afraid that you were going to something that involved arson.

-After getting a bowl of ice cream you headed back upstairs, laughing manically the whole way.

-Hermes asked Buddha to hide the matches, just to be on the safe side.

-Two days later, your revenge was served deliciously cold, you had a skip in your step when you came into the kitchen, having just arrived home, seeing Hermes, Lu Bu and Buddha there.

-Buddha grinned at your glee, “You seem happy, something good happen?” you turn on him with stars in your eyes, “Oh yes! It was glorious!!”

-You sat down after grabbing a water bottle, an almost evil grin on your face, “Before class I went to my professor with my part of the project as well as print outs of all the messages from my partners. She said that my portion was done beautifully and that she would grade my part alone, as my final project. When it came time to present, I presented my portion only and my partners were expecting me to have done theirs too, but I didn’t do diddly shit!”

-They didn’t scold you on your language, Lu Bu actually ruffled your hair, proud of you, before you continued, “When my professor asked for their parts they tried to come up with excuses before she showed them the messages that I gave to her, which pissed them off royally, before she told them that for our group, we were all being graded separately for our individual parts, and not a group!”

-Hermes couldn’t help but grin, hearing what you did and he patted your head, “Brilliant, you used their own words against them! How many more do you have to do now?”

-You relaxed in your chair, a sigh leaving you, “Just the history exam tomorrow and I’m done for the next two and a half months!”

-Buddha stood with a grin, “This sounds like a reason for a celebration! Want to go out for barbeque?” He grinned, seeing both Lu Bu’s and your eyes sparkle as Hermes agreed and the four of you left to go and gorge yourself on all you can eat barbeque to celebrate your ice cold vengeance.

-On your way, you ask Hermes, “Do you know where all the matches went? I wanted to light a candle during my bath last night and I couldn’t find any.” Hermes and Buddha flinched, sending each other a look while Lu Bu grinned before question marks were flying around your head, wondering what was up.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror hermes #ror lu bu

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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The Laws of Attraction

My fill for Day 1 of @harringrove-flip-reverse-it!

Prompt - SFW - School Project

2k - Rated E

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“How��s that for chemistry, Harrington?” Billy asked, on the edge of a moan. Steve laughed, grasping Billy tighter and stroking faster, eliciting another deep moan from the blonde. “Too bad we can’t write about this for our paper. I’m sure we’d get an A+.”

***

It had all started when Steve had missed his Intro to Human Sexuality class three weeks before. Steve never gets sick. It’s his thing, and he’s weirdly proud of it. Healthy as a horse, with an immune system so strong that the pediatrician would joke that Steve should be studied by science every time he went in for a checkup. Steve would laugh long after the joke got old so he could always be sure the doctor would offer him his favourite sucker, a blue one, at the end of the appointment, after his reflexes were checked and the ice-cold stethoscope was pressed to his chest.

Being so healthy meant that Steve had to get really good at faking colds and flues so he could stay home and eat soup and crackers and watch either game shows, soap operas, or 80s sitcom reruns, depending on which nanny his parents had employed at the time.

Once Steve had started high school and his parents felt that he was past the point of needing a nanny to care for him while they were away and could always reach him on his cellphone if they needed to anyway, he was able to drop the sick act and just ditch school instead. Nobody was going to go to the trouble of tracking down his parents to bother them with the news that their son wasn’t in class that day.

It had gotten even easier once Steve had gone away to college. He would pick and choose what classes he felt like attending and didn’t need to answer to anyone as long as he kept his grades up.

But of course, the first time in his entire life that Steve was too sick to go to school, struck down by food poisoning from some questionable Chinese leftovers he’d found in the mini fridge he kept next to his dorm room bed and used like a fridge, unable to do anything except either puke or lay on the floor next to the toilet waiting to puke again, shivering, and shaking and wishing he was dead, refusing when his floormates tried to offer help. He just had to puke it out.

Finally, at about 8pm, he was feeling slightly better and like the illness had finally run its course. He dragged himself back to bed and curled up in a ball, picking up his phone from where he’d tossed it in the sheets when he’d run for the bathroom and checking his missed notifications.

He had a couple texts from Robin, updating him on all the Hawkins High gossip he was missing out on, and a whole string of them from Dustin that had gotten increasingly frantic as the day had gone on, but the ones that stood out were from Nancy, who of course had ended up at the same school as him, even sharing some of his classes. They’d talked on occasion since breaking up in the fall of their senior year, but it was usually only if they had something important to tell each other so he clicked on hers first.

Nancy – 11:12am: Steve, are you skipping health class again? I heard what Ms. Johnson said to you the other day about your attendance!

Nancy – 11:22am: Partners are being assigned for the huge project in Human Sexuality today. If you don’t get here soon, you might be stuck with Billy. He’s not here today either.

Nancy – 12:37pm: I’m sorry, Steve, you’re going to have to work with Billy. Your topic is chemistry and attraction.

Steve groaned. Just his luck, the one time he’s actually sick, something like this actually happens. He’d done his best to avoid Hargrove since their big fight at the Byers’ the fall of their senior year of high school, as much as you can avoid someone in a town as small as Hawkins, where there was one high school with one basketball team that they both played on.

He’d counted down the days until he was free and could make a fresh start, only to find out that it wouldn’t just be Nancy at his new school, Billy Hargrove would be there too. And then the first day of Human Sexuality, there were both Billy and Nancy, on opposite sides of the front row.

Steve does his best to pretend that Billy’s not there, tamping down an attraction that’s been there since the moment he laid eyes on the other boy. Billy hadn’t confirmed nor denied his sexual preferences since he’d come crashing into Hawkins with his stepmom and stepsister, Max, to be closer to Max’s grandparents after Billy’s dad had died that summer, but if the rumours were true, Billy happily slept with anything on two legs.

Steve doesn’t judge, has no room to, considering how many girls he’s slept with. But that was before Nancy. Since his time with her, he’s been a relationship guy, someone who wants heavy commitment, and Billy just doesn’t seem like that type of guy, so Steve pushes his feelings down, ignoring them in favour of finding someone he could have a relationship with.

Now though, Steve had no choice but to spend time with Billy. A lot of it, considering that the project was worth half their grade. And of course, of all the possible topics, they got chemistry.

***

For the first few weeks that they met with each other to work on the project, they kept their conversations strictly school related, at Steve’s behest, both because Steve didn’t want to end up down a road he wasn’t prepared for with Billy, and because success in academics didn’t come easily to Steve like it did to Billy. Steve needed a good grade in this class, so he had to stay focused and work hard.

They divvied up the research, Billy focusing on attraction while Steve worked on compatibility. It was coming along good until they met to discuss their findings and work on their thesis topic. They were in Steve’s dorm room, Steve at his desk, and Billy sprawled out on Steve’s bed.

He had his textbook open and upside down across his stomach and his arms crossed behind his head. His white t-shirt was riding up, exposing a strip of flesh between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans, and Steve wanted to pull the shirt up, expose him, lick and kiss and nip his way up to Billy’s mouth, wanted to pull the backwards baseball cap off his head and sink his hands into Billy’s curls.

“Hey, Harrington, have you ever thought about whether we have chemistry?” Billy asked. For all his usual bravado, the question came out of his mouth quietly, as if he wasn’t even sure if he wanted Steve to hear him ask it.

Steve looks up, meeting his eye, and he’s giving Steve a look that’s equal parts considering and wanting, his eyes dark. They travel down the length of Steve’s body and back up again, and Steve can’t remember the last time he felt so seen, so wanted.

“What if I have?” he replies, trying for breezy, and failing miserably. He’s way too into this, and it’s showing all over his face.

“Come over here and tell me what you’ve thought about,” Billy says, sitting up and patting the bed beside him.

Steve closes his laptop and takes the few steps to his small bed. He sits next to Billy, their bodies pressed together from head to toe. Steve rubs his knees nervously, trying to wipe some of the sweat off as he psyches himself up to kiss Billy.

He doesn’t have a chance to before Billy turns to him, slipping a hand into the back of Steve’s hair and cupping the back of his skull. Billy pulls him in for a kiss that’s surprisingly tender, as deep and searching as it is.

They stay like that for a long time, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, getting familiar with each other in a way Steve’s only previously dreamed of. Finally, they pull back to catch their breath, and Billy gives him a dopey grin before leaning in to nip and suck at Steve’s earlobe. He lets out a loud moan at the contact, too turned on to be embarrassed by the sound.

“Like that, don’t you, pretty boy?” Billy asks, rhetorically, before returning to the task.

Unsure of what to do, Steve slides his hands up under Billy’s t-shirt, exploring the planes of his stomach and the pecs that were the driving force behind most of his senior year jerk off fantasies. And god, they feel just as good as he thought they would, soft and pillowy, but firm at the exact same time. He’s in heaven.

“Can I give you a hand, Harrington?” Billy asks, hand hovering over the button on Steve’s jeans.

“Yes, yeah. Can I, you, uh,” Steve replies, barely able to get the words out, motioning gracelessly at Billy’s own jeans, and Billy undoes the button on Steve’s jeans and unzips his fly. Steve stands and pulls his jeans and boxers down to his knees as Billy undoes his own pants and pulls them down.

Billy pulls him back into a kiss for a minute before pulling away again.

“You got lube in here?” he asks, even as he leans over and pulls a bottle out of Steve’s bedside table drawer. He squirts some on his own and doles out some to Steve before dropping it into the sheets.

They grasp each other in their slicked up hands, and holy shit, Steve’s not going to ask long. It feels too amazing to finally have Billy’s hands on him. If the little whimpers and gasps coming out of Billy’s mouth are anything to go by, he’s not going to last long either.

They stroke each other at a fast pace as Steve tries to see how many hickeys, he can give Billy before they both cum. Three’s the magic number, then Billy’s bucking into Steve’s grasp, and Steve’s doing the same for him, then they’re coming all over each other’s hands and stomachs, gasping into each other’s mouths as they come down from their shared high.

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They’re laying in bed after, sweaty and panting, Billy starfished out over Steve’s body, with his boxers pulled up but his jeans kicked off onto the floor, a heavy, reassuring weight. When Steve used to fantasize about this moment, he always pictured Billy to be the kind of guy that would hook up and run, but if anything, he seems to be settling in, using Steve’s chest like a pillow, and twining their legs together. It’s exactly what Steve would have asked for if he could decide how this would go. It’s nice, it’s sweet, and Steve could get used to it.

“So, Harrington,” Billy says, his voice quiet but rough, probably from how deep he took Steve’s cock into his mouth. “Do you think we should add this to the paper? Maybe we’ll get extra credit for doing hands on research.”

Steve snorts, swatting him. “As much as I could use the extra points, I think I want to keep this all to myself.”

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the-himawari · 11 months

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A3! Troupe Event Translation - Journey to the Colours (1/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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*flashback starts*

Kumon: …

Yamaguchi: …What’re you doing squatting down over there?

Kumon: It’s just… we could’ve won today’s game for sure. If only I didn’t mess up in the bottom of the 7th inning…

Yamaguchi: That wasn’t your fault, y’know? Geez, don’t sweat it. —.

*flashback ends*

Kumon: It’s been a while since I’ve been to a batting cage. I can’t wait.

Azami: You went last week, didn’t you?

Kumon: It’s been six days. That’s a long time!

Azami: How? Anyways, baseball’s fine and all, but play soccer with me too. I feel like we’re always just playin’ baseball every time.

Kumon: No prob! I’ll go anytime! …Huh?

Azami: What’s up?

Kumon: This poster…

Azami: Huh. They’re renovating the sports ground? You practiced there durin’ your baseball club days, right?

Kumon: Yeah… I see. Renovations, huh?

Azami: Well, it’s a sports ground so it won’t change that much. I bet they’ll just switch the lights or netting or somethin’.

Kumon: Good point…

-pause-

Kumon: I sure am starving. I wonder what’s for dinner tonight?

Azami: Who’s in charge again today?

Kumon: I think it was Omi-san!

Azami: It’s hard to predict since his repertoire is so wide.

Kumon: If it was Director, then there’s only one possible answer~.

*footsteps approach*

Izumi: Ah. Welcome home, you two.

Tsuzuru: Welcome back.

Kumon: We’re back!

Azami: Were you two out shoppin’?

Tsuzuru: I ran into Director while I was on my way back after visiting home.

Izumi: I asked him to lend me a hand with the shopping.

Kumon: We’ll help hold the bags too!

Izumi: Thanks.

Tsuzuru: Great, that’s a load off.

Kumon: Hold on. Are you tired, Tsuzuru-san?

Tsuzuru: My little brothers were playing a little too aggressively.

Azami: What kinda aggressive games are elementary school kids playin’?

Tsuzuru: We were playing Journey to the West. Apparently, they watched a rerun of the anime recently and got hooked on it. I was forced to play two roles, Kinkaku and Ginkaku, and they requested that each of them gets defeated in a flashy way…

Izumi: Those sound like pretty tough roles.

Kumon: Journey to the West? Like Son Goku, right? I copied a manga I read a long time ago by using a curtain rod as a magic staff and swinging it around~.

Azami: I feel like you’d do that even now.

Kumon: Yeah, I bet it’d also be fun doing that now!

Tsuzuru: Let’s act together next time then.

Kumon: Ahaha. I’m down~!

-pause-

Kazunari: …

Kumon: We’re home.

Kazunari: Welcome back~… ooh, this is a pretty rare party!

Kumon: We happened to meet up and get together!

Azami: We look like such a random group.

Kumon: What’re you up to, Kazu-san?

Kazunari: Just some work that was commissioned~.

Kumon: Work!? That’s so cool!

Kazunari: After the public exhibition, I started getting work offers here and there. I’ve been taking them to gain more experience. These type of work connections are gonna be important from here on out as I aim to become a UMC~.

Kumon: Come to think of it, didn’t you say that you also have assignments, Kazu-san?

Kazunari: I mean, yeah~. I’m taking it easy since you don’t go to school all that often after entering fourth year. I guess I have to get around to those though. Director-chan, can I use the storage room for work for the next lil while?

Izumi: That’s totally fine, but I think it’s about time to start thinking about Summer troupe’s play. I ask for your cooperation with that too. Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ve always done lots of other things in tandem with your rehearsals and performances.

Kazunari: You know it. It’ll work out, so no worries!

Azami: Right. It’s that time of the year already, eh?

Tsuzuru: Continuing from Spring Troupe with Chikage-san, the lead for Summer troupe will be Kumon, right?

Izumi: Yeah. That’s right.

Kumon: It’s my first lead in a long time. I’m so excited~!

Tsuzuru: Do you have any sort of request or theme you’d like to do?

Kumon: Eh!? Asking me so suddenly…!

Tsuzuru: Anything you want to do is fair game.

Kumon: Mmm… AH! In that case, I wanna try out some cool action!

Izumi: Oh yeah, you said something along those lines when you said you wanted to join Autumn troupe at first.

Kumon: Yep! Something exciting and adventurous would be sick~!

Tsuzuru: Noted.

Izumi: Even if there’s action, it’ll turn into a Summer troupe-like play as long as you add comedic elements.

Tsuzuru: I’ll give it some thought.

Kumon: Azami, since you’re going to be the lead in Autumn troupe’s next show, you should also start thinking about your request now!

Azami: It’s way too early for that, don’tcha think?

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Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Today Silas heads off for his first day of school, Suzanna works with Pollock to try reach more milestones and Silas wants a real piano.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust If Pollock is trying to babble real words they will be in brackets

Adam: Did you let your brother get a good sleep? He’s got a big day today

Pollock: Ye ra po (yes Pops)

Silas is sitting having breakfast still in his disguise.

Suzanna: Are you going to wear your disguise to school

Silas: Probably Mummy. I don’t want to hide that I’m an alien but for my first few days I’d rather not stick out

Suzanna: Your choice. We'll see you when you get home okay

Silas: Yes Mummy, look after Pol for me

Suzanna: *chuckles*

Adam: So he’s been fed and changed, all set

Suzanna: Thanks Adam

Adam: No worries, I just will be busy cleaning before my shift

Suzanna: Of course, now Moondust, who’s ready to try some… ice cream!

Adam: Wait... Ice cream for breakfast?

Suzanna: Not breakfast. You said it yourself, he’s already had milk

Adam: I don’t know Pollock, sounds like she’s trying to fatten you up already

Suzanna: Nothing wrong with a chubby infant Adam

Suzanna goes to get some carrots to try next while Adam begins to vacuum the house. Pollock wonders what is going on and in the end is overwhelmed by the noise, bursting into tears.

Suzanna: Do you have to vacuum just there Adam

Adam: You know queuing it for nooks and crannies can be tricky

Suzanna: Come on then Pollock, we’ll head outside and let Pops clean

Suzanna scoops Pollock up and Adam calls after them.

Adam: Sorry son, good luck calming down

Suzanna: You can go here with all the stars and mummy will just pump before she tends the garden. Go on Pollock, touch the stars

Pollock: *giggles* Noo be star (I’m with the star)

Suzanna: You said star? You said star! Well done Moondust, you’ll be talking in no time

Pollock: Fo star um (Stars are fun Mummy)

Inside, Adam makes sure to get rid of the basement dust. Outside, Pollock spends time happily batting the stars around before switching to some solo tummy time. Suzanna happily tends her garden but can’t help wondering what’s happening at the lab while she’s using her watcher given maternity leave.

Pollock has his nap while Adam goes to work but Suzanna wakes him up just before Silas gets home.

Suzanna: Let’s have some milk then we can go see how Silas did on his first day, huh? Won’t that be exciting

Pollock: *burps*

Suzanna: I knew you would agree

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: How was your day Starshine

Silas: Pretty good. Although my teacher told me off for not doing an assignment

Suzanna: ...but it was your first day

Silas: Exactly! They didn't like me pointing that out. Anyway we did some art after lunch and I made you something

Suzanna: You did? Okay let’s have a look here. A unicorn picture? Oh it’s a masterpiece. We’ll have to make sure we show your Pops huh, he'll be impressed

*grinding noise*

Suzanna: Stupid washing machine. I have to go fix it, could you watch Pollock for a minute? Unless you have homework

Silas: I’ve already done my homework Mummy

Pollock: He la boo (Hi brother)

Silas: Hey Pol. Have you been good today? I bet you missed me, I missed you *blows raspberry*

Silas takes a seat at the table and begins pulling funny faces. Pollock happily giggles until he covers his face.

Silas: Pol? Do you need a rest

Pollock: *removes hands* BOO

Silas: *laughs* Oh you scared me good! Are you the peek a boo champ now? Are you?

Pollock: *giggles happily*

Silas: MUMMY! Pol learned how to do peek a boo

Suzanna: He did? That’s impressive when he normally bursts into tears if we try. Could you set the table while I take care of somebody’s diaper? Your Pops should be home really soon

Suzanna takes Pollock to the nursery bathroom where he does his best to scoot away.

Suzanna: Oh no no no, we are not having another blowout Moondust. Come here!

Pollock: *giggles and scoots*

Adam comes home with good news, he’s reached level 9 of his Art Critic job, Syndicated Superstar. But even superstars have to make dinner.

Silas: Hey Pops, you know how you got me that piano book for my birthday

Adam: I do. I wanted to get you guitar but your mum told me I’m not allowed to make you a clone of me

Silas: *laughs* I don’t mind learning piano. But Pops… I think it would go better if I had… you know… an actual piano to practice on

Suzanna: Okay Pollock, I know you don’t like being carried. So can we try to crawl? Crawl for Mummy

Pollock: Do at ow (Do what now)

Suzanna: So you’ll need to push, push yourself on to your hands and knees, just like when you learned to creep

Pollock: I ow (right now)

Suzanna: Come on Moondust, crawl to Mummy, crawl to Mummy

Pollock: *tries, fails, cries*

Suzanna: Is dinner ready yet

Adam: As soon as Silas stops distracting me

Silas: Hey! I’m helping Pops

Adam: And…

Silas: *sighs* and trying to convince him to get me a piano

Suzanna: An actual noise making piano? You do remember we have a sensitive infant

Silas: But Mummy he won’t be an infant forever

Adam: Tell you what, you do the dishes and your mum and I will talk about it

Silas clears the table while Suzanna gets Pollock ready for sleep then she tucks her eldest in bed.

Silas: I lost my tooth today Mummy

Suzanna: Did you put it under your pillow

Silas: Yes. Do you think the tooth fairy will really come

Suzanna: You just wait, when you wake up you’ll see they came

Adam is messing about upstairs when Suzanna heads up to bed.

Suzanna: You want to get a piano for our kid who can't play

Adam: Can't play yet. And not just a piano. I seem to have lost my guitar in the move so I need one of those

Suzanna: *smiles* Then it’s good you got a raise with your promotion huh

Adam: Are you impressed

Suzanna: I don’t know. I think I’ll have to see more of your talent to decide

Adam: Deal

The tooth fairy did indeed visit Silas and he scored some sweet simoleons. Other tooth fairy propaganda of course but mainly simoleons. Since Suzanna did bedtime Adam gets Pollock up and fed before taking him for a morning bath. It seems like Pollock is all smiles today and Adam remembers what Suzanna said about needing to enjoy the time. Yeah, Pollock as an infant is pretty cute.

Adam: All clean, time to get on with our day

Adam puts Pollock down by the blocks. Pollock scoots over and begins trying to pick them up, laughing to himself the entire time. Adam meanwhile tells the delivery service where to place the piano and begins breaking in his new guitar. The cloud will definitely be something to get used to.

Out in the garden Suzanna is delighted to find that several of the plants are ready to evolve. It may have been all replanted with the move but it’s coming along nicely. When she heads inside she finds that Pollock has learnt a new skill, putting his foot in his mouth. Then we have some routing drama (post to follow because I lost my mind) and only get things resolved as Adam leaves for work.

Suzanna gets Pollock settled for his nap and pumps as he drifts off to sleep. Silas is delighted to arrive home and discover the piano. After his homework he sits down and begins plunking away. While Pollock continues to sleep Suzanna starts on a task she keeps putting off, necessary upgrades. First up are some additions to the sink.

Next up, the oven needs a tune up. Of course all that meddling with the sink has left puddles over the floor. Thank goodness these ones are just water (iykyk). Suzanna wakes Pollock for a dinner bottle then, when Adam arrives home, the family take a human picture together on the porch.

Adam cooks and Silas sets the table while Suzanna again works with Pollock. With oodles of encouragement he… falls and rolls on to his back. Then from lying down he begins to sparkle, the milestone music starts, and we officially have a crawling infant!

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