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theresamouseinmyhouse · 4 months

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tbh i do get a little bothered by the notion that tim took the first shot he had to drop out of school because he hated school and didnt wanna do it and all of that bc i feel like it ignores the probably very important context that he dropped out after his dad (as well as steph-or at least, he was led to believe, in the same week) died, also he was in a school shooting. He did attempt to go to a school in bludhaven but the kids there were so wildly insensitive about the shooting that tim dropped out under the pretense of his "uncle" homeschooling him. In his oyl era, he /did/ go back to school, and it provided him some form of normalcy. Tim was a normal kid, he wasnt crazy about school but he still went to school and it helped him feel like a normal kid, something he desperately clung to. He only dropped out again to do his Brucequest, in an era where he was notably Not Doing Well (which. Yeah. he wasnt doing well bc he was like 17 and almost everyone in his support system was dead, he recently had hits put out on him, got blown up, and backstabbed by his not-dead-ex, he couldnt support his theory that bruce was alive and was extremely stressed about that, and he didnt know wtf he was doing. I love him btw.) Basically tim dropping out of school was a signifier that he wasnt doing well and he was giving up on the normality that he tried to cling to and im a bit of a nitpicky person who gets irked by minor things

#robin 1993 #tim drake #red robin 2009 #rambles #Tim Drake wanted to cling to the idea of normal #Including going to school #School shooting mention #Tbh if all the shit that happened to tim happened to me id probably also drop out???#Like his sorta friend philmont got murdered at school #His friend darla got shot and he gave her corpse cpr (dw she came back as laura fell)#There was that one kid at brentwood who overdosed in meth i think that tim tried to save and couldnt #dc #Just things that i get bothered by a little bit????#This isnt crit aimed at anyone i literally just had too many thoughts and they had to escape #Tim Drake my beloved

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elizakai · 2 months

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I HATE YOU, SANS UNDERTALE, I HATE YOU

#utmv #undertale #sans #traditional scribbles #my art #ig #shitty scribbles #sans undertale #classic sans #sans the skeleton #sans original sans the sans my beloved #i want to punt him #sans aus #ut au #toby fox #may we please punt him #he’s such a little shit #oh yeah papyrus cameo LMAO #yes it’s one page

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 month

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well if nothing else this chapter reminded me why chuuya is one of the characters ever. just sits there and watches dazai try to move a heavy corpse from a wreckage with a broken leg when he can manipulate gravity. is as unhelpful as possible while watching this potential new crisis like a spectator sport. gleefully grinning about fyodor being (apparently) dead.

he’s such an asshole (affectionate)

#bsd #storyrambles #chuuya I missed youuuuuuuuu #bsd chuuya #bsd chapter 114 #bsd spoilers #return of annoying little shit chuuya my beloved

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xjustakay · 1 month

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✺ (4/5) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: slap — 1,630 words (dad james and librarian regulus - flirting edition; pt.1)

It’s become a habit over the course of a couple of months.

James takes Harry to the library more than Lily does these days. It was a simple ‘the library is closer to my place anyway, no sense in going out of your way when you don’t have to, Lils’ that he’d offered as his reasoning. Of course, he knows Lily isn’t stupid. She likely sees right through him, but she’s yet to say anything or try to slap some sense into him, so he’s taking the small favor for what it is.

Harry, in all his six year old excitement to visit one of his favorite places, remains oblivious to there being any other intention to their trips to the library. And really, James is glad that he gets to do this with Harry —it’s not completely selfishly oriented that he suggests they go. Harry loves reading, loves exploring different fictional worlds on page, loves getting new books suggested or read to him when they’re there.

It’s just that, well. James is reaping some additional benefits, that’s all.

Except, they’re not exactly benefits, because while seeing Regulus is its own treat, the two of them still seem to be dancing in circles around each other. Some days James isn’t sure if he’s picking up on genuine signs or simply concocting them for himself —a story with a happy end that he’s telling himself in his head like the ones he reads to Harry before bed.

He feels a little crazy, admittedly, cataloging their interactions like it’s his job, like every little thing potentially means something. It’s like he’s got a schoolboy crush all over again at the age of twenty-seven. But if there’s one thing in this world that James Potter seems to be good at, it’s romanticizing that which may in the end mean very little.

Still, he’s got his list.

A story time in the children’s room one week where Regulus, in the middle of answering and asking questions of the kids about the book he’d read them, had stolen more than a couple glances James’ way at the back of the room. Days where grey eyes brightened upon looking away from greeting Harry to find that James was the one that brought him to the library that day. Questions about what James does for work and for fun, or what sort of thing James likes to read, followed by book recommendations.

James has also noticed, though, that every time he sees Regulus, as much as there’s something lingering there between the two of them, there’s something else, too.

Regulus always asks about Lily. Asks how she’s doing, what she’s been up to, if Harry read his most recent check-outs with her. There had even been a day where James and Harry had come up to the counter to check out Harry’s new selection of books and Regulus had pointed out that he’d held onto a book specifically for Lily, remembering she had been waiting a while for it to be available.

And sure, maybe it’s just that Regulus met Lily first, that he’s nice and is considering Harry’s mum even when she’s not there, but… Just as he’s over-thought every one of their own interactions, James can’t seem to help overthinking this, as well.

In a rather rare turn of events, James is at the library today without Harry. Harry’s at his mum’s, but he’d left his books at James’ place. A borderline distraught phone call had been received that morning, Harry lamenting ‘I can’t have overdue books, dad! I’ve never had overdue books!’ Lily doesn’t have time today to come pick them up and bring Harry to take care of them, so James had promised to turn them in for him.

It works out perfectly that when he enters with the few books tucked under his arm and approaches the front desk, Regulus is the one sitting there. One person is in line in front of James, but he notices how Regulus clocks him walk up behind the woman, an unhelped twitch at the corner of his mouth. He says a polite thank you and wishes a good day to her before it’s James’ turn.

Regulus tilts forward to peek over the edge of the high desk, his brow creasing. “Where is he?”

James lets out a quiet laugh. “So sorry that I’m not enough for you, Regulus.”

“Oh, shut up.” He rolls his eyes but James doesn’t miss the pretty pink color his cheeks turn even as he tries to distract from it by wiggling his fingers for the books James holds. “You just don’t usually come alone, that’s all.”

James hands over the books, his grin inching wider. “I can come alone more often if you want me to. Just say the word.”

Regulus huffs an unsteady laugh, cheeks reddening even more. He won’t meet James’ eye as he starts scanning book barcodes and entering return dates. It’s quiet for a few long moments, Regulus doing his job and avoiding James’ gaze while James continues watching him in fond amusement.

After the pause has gone on for a bit, Regulus ends up asking, “Is Lily no longer going to be bringing Harry in?”

Ah, there it is.

James sucks his teeth and shakes his head. “No, I’m sure she’ll be around again. She’s just—been a bit busy with work and such.”

“I see.” Regulus nods, glancing up from scanning a barcode to flicker his gaze over where James stands. “Well, at least Harry’s got you to bring him, right?”

“Right.” It comes out shorter than he meant it to, and Regulus notices if the arch of one dark brow is anything to go by. He doesn’t know why he says it, doesn’t know why the thought even crosses his mind, but before he can stop himself, James offers, “I can give you her number, if you’d like?”

Regulus slows in setting the returned books aside. “Why would I need Lily’s number?”

“I just—assumed you were interested.” James shifts from one foot to the other.

A comically confused expression twists up Regulus’ features. “In Lily?”

James blinks. “Um, yes?”

“You think I’m interested in Lily?” Regulus repeats; he looks less confused now, more as if he’s barely containing his own laughter.

“Well, you ask about her all the time!” James points out, a touch too loud —there’s a quiet shushing in warning from another librarian further down the desk that earns an apologetic look from him.

“James.” Regulus can’t seem to help laughing this time, has to press a hand over his mouth for a moment, eyes pinching closed and head shaking as he collects himself. When he’s done so, he clasps his hands together on the desk in front of him and meets James’ eye evenly. “Did you ever think, maybe, the reason I ask about what Lily’s up to and if she’ll be coming around again is because when she doesn’t, it means that you do?”

It’s James’ turn to look confused, a disbelieving huff coming out of his mouth. “And you didn’t think to, I don’t know, just tell me that you like seeing me?”

“I could have, I suppose.” Regulus leans back in his swivel chair, arms crossing over his chest. The corner of his mouth ticks upward, eyes shining with mirth. “But you were already being so painfully obvious, I thought at least one of us should be a little more subtle.”

James manages to make an affronted noise, but it’s almost more startled laugh than actual offense. “You’re fucking with me right now.”

“Language, mister Potter.” (James is decidedly not blushing at the joking admonishment, thank you.) “This is a family friendly establishment.”

He lifts his hands in mock surrender, grin stretching wide across his face. Regulus eyes him for a moment, drumming his fingers against the bend of one elbow.

“Well, now that we’ve cleared that up—”

“Have we?” James snorts.

“I’m not interested in Lily, you’ve been hopelessly interested in me from day one. I think we’re clear,” Regulus confirms.

Hazel eyes narrow in playful challenge. “You’re just as interested in me, too, don’t forget that.”

An absent hum. A tilt of his head. “And what are you going to do about it?”

It’s an excellent question, James wasn’t prepared to get this far today. He wasn’t totally positive he’d ever get this far, if he’s honest. Now that opportunity has arisen, however, he’s not foolish enough to waste it.

“What are you doing Saturday night?” He asks, leaning his forearms against the edge of the desk.

“I don’t know. Where are you taking me?” Regulus quips, dark brows lifting.

“I think I’ll keep it a surprise. Can’t be too obvious now, can I?” James toys.

Rolling his lips together barely hides Regulus’ growing smile. He hums once again, nodding in agreement. James thinks that’s it, that they’ll say goodbyes for now and go the next few days in building anticipation for an awaiting first date. Except, Regulus holds up a finger to tell him to wait and wordlessly slides off his chair to go to one of the shelves behind him used for reserved books.

When he turns back around, he drops another of the Magic Treehouse books Harry’s been so invested in as of late onto the counter with a quiet slap. James glances at it then at Regulus again with an incredulous smile.

“It’s the next one in the series for Harry. We only have one copy on hand. I didn’t want him to not be able to get it when he brought his returns in,” Regulus explains.

“No wonder he likes you so much, you spoil him,” James teases.

Regulus smirks and, without missing a beat, he replies, “And what’s your excuse?”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #andddd part 2 the end -jazz hands-#little shit regulus my beloved #have i mentioned that i love them?#kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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melvinhart-13 · 1 month

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Happy birthday to them!!

Here have actual art i did

#marble hornets #alex kralie #mh alex #mh little shit #little shit #marble hornets alex #happy birthday my beloveds

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b0nelessdoodles · 3 months

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buncha heket doodles cause i love the frog i love her so much beloved big frog

#cult of the lamb #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb heket #cult of the lamb leshy #id be lying if i said i loved all the bishops cause kalamar exists #fuck you kalamar you know what you did #but this isnt about him ill doodle him another day this post is about my beloved big mean frog lady #i forgot how much i loved heket until i ran through anura post game and just #BIG FROG BIG FROG BIG FROG #also her coming into the cult and just #........................hungry #i love her so much anything for you heket ill give you only the best meals #this was also what happened when i got leshy i forgot how much i love him #these two are just so fun i love these little shits so much #shoutout to me getting all the bishops i had drunk #and heket and leshy started brawling each other and cried when i broke them up #kalamar broke a piece of furniture and i wanted to throw him #and narinder puked instantly and then passed out on the floor instead of actually going to bed #10/10 content get the bishops drunk its fun

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justkc9 · 3 months

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Man Richas really is just a kid

He doesn't quite understand the weight of the situation that is q!Tubbo's death because eve he doesn't believe that Tubbo's really- dead. He doesn't understand why others are upset with themselves and him because Creation has promised that it can bring Tubbo back with the right materials. Richas wasn't taught that crying is good for someone. That's kinda evident in his conversation with Bad, Em, and Dapper (from bads stream last night). He was taught to smile and look at things in brighter ways, which in some cases is good, but I don't think he knows the difference in the situations. "You do not get better at handling grief. You just learn what works for you" (Wise words from Dapper) I think that if Creation had waited longer to show up, we would have seen a deeper emotional defiance from Richas. He's not sad of Tubbo's death because he trusts in the people around him to bring Tubbo back. He trusts in Creation's word. If there was no way to bring Tubbo back, I think that guilt would hold heavy over Richas. I don't think he would know how to deal with it. He's a good egg, he really is. Just sympathy isn't something he's learned. He's still a kid, physically and mentally.

#mcyt #qsmp #tubbo #qsmp richas #qsmp richarlyson #q!tubbo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp creation #hopefuly this makes sense #cause I think he really trusts people #maybe too much #but thats a lesson he has to learn I think #Richas my beloved little egg #also the amount of self depricating shit he said last night #Hes absolutely beat himself up over this situation already.#He just wants it to be okay #Hes not great at expressing how worried he at least was before Creation showed up

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chrhnchynoodles · 10 months

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My lover has abandoned me (ao3 is down) I fear I will never feel the warmth of love again (jegulus is the closest understanding I have to love) If my lover doesn’t return I don’t know how I’ll make it through the harsh winter (It’s summer) I fear I’ll be alone forever (that bits true I don’t need the parentheses)

#ao3 #ao3 is down #ao3 issues #james and regulus #marauders #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus #pjo au #son of Apollo James #son of hades regulus #theyre in love your honor #regulus is a little shit #ao3 fanfic #ao3 my beloved #ao3 my love

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ajgibson · 5 months

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This is my favourite genre of terzomega post

#I love the little man and his huge boyfriend #ghost band #ghost bc #shit ghosting #shitghosting #the band ghost #ghost terzo #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus the third #papa terzo #terzo #terzo emeritus #omega #omega ghoul #omega ghost #terzomega #terzo my beloved #terzo x omega #omega x terzo

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rbtlvr · 23 days

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'Is this like an Alice in Wonderland thing?' Leo called out, paddling towards Sensei and trying not to swallow water as he moved. 'Did you cry all these tears?' 'The mindscape does love a good metaphor.' Sensei called back, and he sounded fucking wrecked.

old dead bones that don't get theirs (death wish sidefic by @remedyturtles) was written to kill me, specifically, personally, actually. i still think about it Constantly

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #future leo #little kid with a big death wish #death wish #tries to get back into the groove of doing art. Does This #i will say i did take some artistic liberties ajfkldsjfkldj #NOT sure how well it comes across bc this shit is Hard to draw but. points. at all the leaves fallen off the tree. teehee #i missed drawing that fucking tree btw. god #i missed doing the mindscape effects!!!!!!!!#ohh hh i just had a thought . cleaned up version of this as a tarot card #probably will not actually get around to doing that but. smth smth the tower maybe. or the hanged man idk #id have to look up the Exact meanings of each of them but #anyway. yes its been like six months yes ii still think abt it. mindscape shit my fucking beloved #i think abt the mindscape shit in firefight DAILY as well its .awuauwguaguahghgh #ok god enough ramblign. what other tags #uhhhh . uh #sibling death cw #<- implied if you know the context but just to be safe #my art #i almost. forgor thatone i cannot BELIEVE lmao #anyway. posts this at almost fuckginh midnight its ok <3

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chasingthestarss · 1 month

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Jealousy Jealousy

Just a little short thing I wrote because I wanted jealous James. It's really just a bunch of dialogue but enjoy!

Words: 955

Barty Crouch Junior was a problem.

A big problem.

The biggest problem James had ever had.

He kind of wanted to kill the guy.

James had never felt so violent as he did watching Barty lean in and whisper into Regulus’ ear.

He wanted to rip out Barty’s throat when Regulus laughed at whatever Barty whispered into his ear.

James knew he had no right to feel that way. He had no reason to want Regulus to not go near Barty. They were friends and James didn’t have any claim to Regulus. It wasn’t like Regulus was his boyfriend. And if he was James’ boyfriend, James wouldn’t have the right to tell him how to act with his friends.

He was out of his seat in seconds when Barty's hand settled on Regulus’ waist, like it belonged there or something. James wanted to cut his fucking hand off. Maybe then he would quit touching Regulus. Maybe then he would leave Regulus the fuck alone.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” Barty smirked when James reached them.

What was he gonna do? Tell Barty to stop talking to his friend? Really why did he even walk over? What could he do other than observe violently.

“I need to talk to Regulus,” James said shortly, not giving Barty any attention.

Barty smirked. Of course he did. When was he not smirking at James? Like he knew something that James didn’t. It pissed him off.

“We’re busy,” Barty smiled at James and waved him off like some sort of child.

James wanted Barty to never talk again. Maybe he just wanted to rip out the boys vocal chords so he couldn’t whisper things in Regulus’ ear. Speaking of, that is what Barty was doing now, once more.

“Do you have a problem, Potter?” Evan chimed in as he watched James silently seethe over Barty and Regulus’ closeness.

Evan Rosier was also a problem. He was always talking to Regulus. He was always with Regulus. Why did everyone always have to be with Regulus? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone.

“No, of course not,” James muttered and stormed off to go find Sirius. Sirius needed to get Regulus away from those fucking Slytherins or James was going to rip their heads off. He couldn’t risk getting expelled.

Sirius was found lounging in Remus’ lap, talking to Marlene about something that James didn’t care about. Right now he needed his best friends.

“You okay, Prongs? You look pissed,” Remus asked, then looked behind James and laughed. “Oh, I see. Sirius, you're needed for Regulus retrieval.”

“Oh my god, just tell him you're jealous and quit bringing me into this shit!” Sirius groaned.

James may have done this more than once. But Regulus’ friends were just so handsy. Sirius was always able to get Regulus away, so James just went to him.

“Pads, please!” James whined.

“No, figure it out. Moony time,” Sirius denied as he leaned forward to place kisses on Remus’ neck.

James grumbled but walked away and sat back in his old spot. Silently seething as he watched Regulus lean into Evan, while Barty talked about something.

He lasted longer than he thought he would.

Maybe five minutes. (thirty seconds)

But then Barty Crouch Junior leaned in and kissed Regulus’ cheek and James lost it.

James stormed over, definitely shoving people as he did so. He ripped Barty away and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“Sirius needs you,” James spoke sharply, glaring at Barty.

“Does he? I don’t see him around,” Regulus smirked up at James, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“He does, come on,” James tugged Regulus’ arm a little, trying to get the younger boy to stand.

“I’ll wait for him to come get me. You can go tell him that. I’ll just hang out here with my friends,” Regulus retorted, shoving James’ hand off him.

“No! You can’t stay with them,” James replied.

“Why's that?” Regulus asked.

James froze. He looked at Regulus, really looked at him and saw it. Regulus was going this on purpose. He was definitely doing this on purpose. There was no way he was just being this antagonizing and mischievous for no reason. How many times had he made James jealous on purpose.

James spun to Barty and saw that he was also smirking at James. Evan too. So they all knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care.

“You were doing it on purpose?” James asked.

“Doing what on purpose, Jaime?” Regulus tilted his head in mock confusion.

“I wanted to cut your buddies hand off. What would you have done if I had done it? Would you have felt guilty? Would you feel remorse?” James questioned, leaning close enough that his breath could probably be felt on Regulus’ cheek.

“I’d probably feel turned on, actually,” Regulus challenged

“Oh yeah?” James taunted.

“What can I say? You’re hot when you’re jealous. So are you going to act now or keep seething in your little chair? Because I’ve been waiting for you to do something. I'm tired of waiting for Jamie. I have other options, Barty for example," Regulus gestured vaguely in Barty’s direction.

“Hell yeah!” Barty agreed moving towards Regulus.

“No.” James snarled, turning to him furiously.

“I told you it was hot,” Regulus chimes. James is sure if he was talking to him or Barty but he doesn’t care.

“Come on, let me show you how hot jealousy can be,” James pulled Regulus a little gesturing toward his dorm room with his head.

“Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex!” Barty cheered in the background.

“Shut up Barty,” Evan groaned.

James may hate Barty Crouch Junior, but that was some of the best sex he had had.

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silaswritesthings · 7 months

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What kind of name is ‘Hat guy’?

Summary: You’re stressing over exams and Hat guy offers his assistance. There’s small banter here and there.

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche/Hat guy (whatever you prefer)

Genre: I hate college (this should be a genre), fluff

Warnings: Edited ONCE (I have an exam on Thursday 🧍‍♀️)

Author’s note: I’m alive. I haven’t posted in ages and I just needed to write something so I sat down and wrote 800 words in two hours when I can’t finish a 2k word essay for school in two weeks… (The curse of creativity.) Another thing, if you wish ti send asks please do so! I’ve run out of creative juices and well that’s it. I won’t guarantee masterpieces because well… college and all, but i’ll try my best to answer all of them because my brain is drying up and I need inspiration! likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: Roughly 800 words

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

You leaned against the tree behind you, the wind flicking your research papers in every direction as you stared hopelessly at the grass.

It had been a month since you had started your recent semester and with a big exam coming up, at first, you were prepared for it mentally. How hard could it be? So many people have been able to keep up with the academia’s standards and you rarely hear people complain about being unable to keep up with their work but archons, this was hard…

“I truly am incapable.” You mumbled to yourself.

“You are.” A voice tuned in from right beside you. In a moment of panic, you glanced to the side only to come face to face with a familiar pair of feet.

What? There was nothing odd about being acquainted with Hat Guy’s feet- well, to be more specific, his shoes. Most people in your class had already been subjected to being under said shoes many times. The man in question described it to you as a showcase of his superiority.

In all honesty, his research papers were enough to make the sages sweat so what other show of superiority would he need beyond that?

You’ve never had the courage to ask. You’ve never had the courage to approach him about anything, which was odd considering how often you two spoke with each other. Every conversation begun with him. At times he’d prod and poke at you as a way of getting more than just affirmative phrases, such as ‘mhm’, ‘yes’ and ‘I agree’, from you. It was quite endearing.

That is a lie.

It was very endearing, but now was not the time to dwell on that.

The hat guy, you used to call him ‘Wanderer’ because you were sane unlike everyone else who could call him ‘hat guy’ without a glimmer of hesitation. What kind of name is ’Hat guy’ anyway? Despite this, you never failed to notice the way his gaze would soften whenever he was addressed by that name. Was he insane too? Was this insanity contagious? It seemed so, because whenever you used his odd name he would smile. It was barely there but it was not something you could miss.

The rustling of papers gave you the motivation to glance up at him, and would you look at that. He was watching you with bemusement, as if you tried to convince him that he was made out of cotton wool or something.

“Even a child knows not to allow their work to be blown away so carelessly by the wind.” He spoke as he organised your notes. The wind that caused your papers to struggle in his hold made his hair dance atop his head and over his forehead.

“Unfortunately that topic isn’t in my exam syllabus.”

He scoffed before taking a seat beside you and handing you your notes. Wordlessly, you took the papers and filed them away in your folder.

“It’s not very clear.”

You blinked in surprise before turning to look at Wanderer (You’d use that name just this once…) who had his gaze fixed on the cloud-filled sky. “What?”

“Your research design. It needs to be revised a bit, especially the part concerning your data analytics.” His eyes turned to you, leaving you thoughtless.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You both looked ahead of you at the same time, silence settling between you as the wind blew around you, picking up leaves as it went by.

Hat guy sighed. “You’re much harder to talk to than me, and that’s saying a lot since I actively avoid people.”

“I’m not very good at starting conversations.”

“You’re not good at maintaining them either.”

“I’ve heard.”

Your gaze remained on the sky, it was grey. Bleak. Depressing.

Should cloudy days come with a trigger warning for academics?

During your internal struggle, Hat guy’s gaze had shifted to yours and you were so lost in your own world that he should have found it pathetic. Oh but he did, the problem was he wished your thoughts lingered on him instead.

He frowned as he gazed to the side and cleared his throat. This caught your attention but when you looked at him, his face was hidden from your view when he spoke. “I could help you with your work, if you’d like.”

Your eyes widened. “Why?”

The wind was relentless as it continued to blow, his hair dancing with the breeze as the corner of his lips shifted upwards a bit.

“I like to show off.”

You smiled. You were still upset about your shortcomings but having someone be there for you for this one moment made the weight on your shoulders drift away with the wind.

Why was the wind so persistent today anyways?

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