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

[sunnibits]

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

#i literally pointed and shrieked ITS YGGDRASIL!!!!!! #ughh I would have loved to rave to my old friend about this but alas. we’re not friends anymore on the account of him being a massive dick #oh well. guess I’ll just nerd out on my own

[occamstfs]

No Need to Pledge, Just Drink.

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

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

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

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

“Ah, well I was-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#male tf #masculinization #jockification #mental change #muscle tf

[nvoirs]

Pairing: Nerd Leon x Nerd female reader. Creds to the plot by @asmodaywritesstuff and also just a genuine present to them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was my first kiss..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #nvoirs #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #re2 leon smut #re4 leon smut #leon resident evil #resident evil 4 #residentevil

[boredzillenial]

“Is That My Shirt?”

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

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

Wordcount: 1.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 2

MoonKnight Bingo Masterlist

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

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight bingo

[fan-fantasies]

Daddy, I’m Yours

A/N: please comment and reblog! I love this man and no one can convince me otherwise.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, smut, mentions of pregnancy, jealousy

Summary: you and Eddie weren’t together, you weren’t even really friends, but when he heard you call Steve Harrington daddy in front of your friends he couldn’t stop the anger from boiling up inside of him. He wanted to hear that word fall from your lips while he filled you, claiming you as his own.

“Are you serious, Erica? Hellfire Club?” Being Erica Sinclair’s babysitter was no easy feat, especially when she would drag you to different places and events. Tonight was no different, her brothers friends requesting her presence at their game club.

“Yes, (Y/N), I’m serious. You don’t have to come, ya know?” She snapped. She was right, you didn’t. She was old enough and lord knows she was mature enough to not have a babysitter but you liked the money and honestly you liked her as well.

“Yeah well I’ll probably go over to the basketball game anyway,” you said. You followed her into a back room in the school where a group of guys were already waiting. You noticed most of them from your class, including the infamous Eddie Munson. You had been paired with him on a few projects over the years and he would always tease you and take any chance he could get to fluster you.

“Well well well, look who it is. You just can’t resist me, can you, sweetheart?” He asked with a wide grin.

“You wish, Munson. I’m just dropping off the munchkin for your game night,” you laughed.

“You can stay if you want. To play or just to watch, ogle me from across the room, undress me with your eyes.” He wriggled his eyebrows and Dustin fake puked in the corner.

“Um, hello! There are children present!” Erica yelled.

“My apologies, lady applejack,” Eddie bowed.

“Alright, weirdos. I’ll be back after the basketball game,” you said. They all waved goodbye and Eddie sent you a wink on your way out.

You weren’t the biggest sports fan, but it was the championship game and you didn’t have anything better to do. You sat with a few of your friends and tried your best to follow the game.

Hawkins won and everyone went nuts. You and your friends were invited to a party but you declined, stating that you had to bring Erica home after her campaign. Your friends hung out with you outside while you waited for her.

“Did you see who was here tonight?” Leah asked.

“Umm King Steve himself? Yeah!” Rachel smiled. Everyone had a crush on Steve and all the ladies were happy when he decided to stick around after graduating.

“He’s definitely daddy material,” you added with a laugh. Steve was cute, not really your type, but still cute.

“Talking about me, (Y/N)?” Eddie asked, coming around the corner and scaring you into a jump.

“Steve Harrington, actually,” Leah said with an annoying tone to her voice. Eddie’s smile instantly turned to a scowl. You knew they didn’t like Eddie so you told them you were fine now and they could go. You never understood why everyone hated him so much but he also didn’t help himself with how he acted sometimes.

“So you have a thing for the hair, huh?” Eddie asked with a clenched jaw.

“Oh, um, he’s alright, I guess. He just came tonight so the girls were all giggling over him.”

“You included I see,” he send almost cynically. You shrugged and hoped he’d drop the topic. Luckily Erica and the other members came out to join you.

“Let’s go before these nerds rub off on us, (Y/N),” Erica said.

“You’re literally a nerd too,” Dustin sighed. Erica just glared at him and grabbed your hand to pull you to your car.

“Bye guys,” you said, turning back to wave at them. Most of them smiled as they said goodbye but Eddie looked pissed almost. You wondered what had gotten into him.

Whenever you saw him over the next few days, you caught him already staring. You’d always try to offer a smile or a small wave to which he usually tried to return, but you could tell something was off. Dustin had even told you he’d been moodier than normal and no one could figure out why.

A few days later, you decided to go to the video store and pick up a few movies for the weekend. Your parents were going out of town and you didn’t have to babysit so you had plenty of time to kill.

The store was pretty empty, only one person working the counter- and that person was none other than Steve Harrington. He didn’t fluster you like the other girls so it didn’t really bother you much when he threw on his Harrington charm, if you could even call it that.

“Hey, (Y/N), right? You’re a senior at Hawkins?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s me! Did we ever have class together?" You definitely would’ve remembered having class with him but you were just curious as to how he knew your name.

“No, but I make it my mission to know the names of all the pretty ladies,” he said.

“So I’ve heard,” you chuckled. His smile fell and he backtracked.

“No, that’s not what I meant! I mean, kinda? But you’ve heard about me? What have you heard?”

“Do you always ramble like this with the ladies?” You asked, laughing even harder. He just frowned and nodded. “I can see why you’re not having much luck.”

“Some ladies find it to be incredibly attractive!” He defended himself.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Steve.” Both of your attentions turned to the door and your eyes lit up. But your smile soon fell when you noticed a very confused and angry looking Eddie standing in the doorway. Steve looked between the two of you and coughed awkwardly.

Eddie walked around the store, glancing back at you every so often. Steve finished checking out your videos just as Eddie walked to the counter.

“Munson, yeah?”

“Harrington,” Eddie said with a nod.

“Do you make it your mission to also know all the pretty guys’ names too?” You asked, smirking at Steve who just rolled his eyes. “Might help out your chances if you double your odds.”

“You’re hilarious, (Y/N),” Steve said dryly, but there was humor in his eyes.

“Either get a room or check me out, for the love of god,” Eddie snapped. Both of you looked at him with shock.

“Don’t be a dick, Munson,” you sighed. You gave Steve an apologetic smile before turning to Eddie and glaring at him. He had no right to be rude to either of you.

“Have a good night, (Y/N),” Steve said quietly as you walked out the door. Eddie’s eyes followed you the entire way but Steve’s eyes stayed studying him. A knowing smile crept onto his face. “She’s all yours, man.”

“Excuse me?” Eddie asked. Steve put his movies into a bag and slid it over to him.

“(Y/N), I’m not interested. Even if I was, she definitely isn’t. So go for it because you obviously want to.”

“I’m supposed to take dating advice from you?” Eddie scoffed.

“Hey, man, I’m just throwing it out there. I saw how she looked when you initially walked in here. Anyway, have a good night. Enjoy your movies.” Steve went to the back room, leaving Eddie standing there speechless.

Did you like him? You were always friendly toward him and went along with his teasing. He couldn’t hide the anger he felt when he heard you gushing about Steve to your friends and even more so when he saw the two of you together, confirming his fears.

He was no Steve Harrington. He was the freak. The weirdo. That was usually enough to scare away any woman so why did he think you would be interested in him? He still didn’t like the way Steve looked at you, but maybe there wasn’t much to worry about after all.

The next evening, he called an emergency Hellfire meeting. He made up some bullshit just in hopes that you’d be bringing the Sinclairs. When they arrived without you, his heart sank.

“No (Y/N)? She is an honorary member, after all,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate.

“She’s picking us up. My mom called her last minute because I guess they had a work thing my dad forgot about,” Lucas said.

“Hitch a ride home with Garret, yeah? I’d like a word with (Y/N).”

“Are you going to kill her and chop her up into a million pieces and dump her into lovers lake?” Erica asked, staring Eddie down.

“That’s quite the description but no. Not that it’s any of your business but I think I messed up a little and I want to apologize.” His friends all looked at him like he had two heads.

“Is that why you called a meeting? To ask for girl advice?” Dustin yelled. Eddie stayed silent and everyone groaned. They all decided that since they were there they’d talk strategy for the next campaign.

You, on the other hand, sighed as you grabbed your car keys. You were looking forward to your peaceful weekend, only to be called up last minute to pick up Lucas and Erica. All they needed was a ride home, so you didn’t mind too much. You just weren’t looking forward to seeing Eddie after his little attitude problem at the video store. You actually weren’t thrilled with his attitude at all lately.

You waited in the parking lot for a while, an empty parking lot besides Eddie’s van. It should’ve been over by now but maybe they were waiting inside. You decided to go in and check, just in case.

The building was quiet, but the light in their meeting room was still on. You didn’t bother knocking, swinging the door open expecting to see the kids waiting. But you were met with Eddie and just Eddie.

“Uh where’s Lucas and Erica?” You asked, panic starting to build.

“One of the guys took them home,” he answered calmly. You huffed and rubbed your hand across your face.

“And no one thought to call me? That’s great,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Are you really that upset that you have to see me?” He asked with a smirk. He was hoping you’d just fall into his arms, but of course it couldn’t be that easy.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I am. I don’t like the way you gave Steve attitude the other night,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you. An angered expression quickly took over his handsome face.

“So now you’re defending him? Is he your little boyfriend?”

“Excuse me? Who I’m dating is none of your business and you were rude to me as well, but we’re friends so I don’t care. You don’t even know him so you have no right to be an asshole!” The corners of his lips twitched up.

“We’re friends?” He asked. You threw your hands up in annoyance.

“Not my point, Munson.” You walked over to where he was standing and got in his face. “I don’t know what your problem is lately but grow up and knock it off.”

The darkness of his eyes sent a chill down your spine. He stalked toward you and backed you up against the table.

“You want to know what my problem is, sweetheart?” His body was pressed against yours and he placed both hands on the table, trapping you there. His face was only inches from yours. “I’m the only person you should be calling daddy.”

“H-huh?” You we’re certain your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

“You said the other night that Steve was daddy material. Then you had the audacity to flirt with him at the video store- god I was so pissed,” he said with a low voice.

He ducked his head lower; you could practically feel his lips on yours, but he wasn’t kissing you yet much to your dismay.

“Are you mine, sweetheart?” He asked. You sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Ah, ah, ah. Try again, princess.”

“I’m yours, daddy.” You thought you heard him growl before he crashed his lips to yours. It was a mess of tongue and teeth as he sat you up on the table, legs spread apart for him. You started to kiss down his jaw and neck, leaving marks as you went.

“Fuck, I should fill your tight little cunt right up with my cum. Fucking knock you up so everyone knows you’re mine,” he said, hands gripping your thighs. You audibly moaned when he said that. You had never been turned on by such an idea before but hearing those words come from Eddie made you melt right on the spot.

“Please,” you could only whimper.

“You’re gonna be the death of me. I wanna fuck you right here on the table. I want you to feel how painfully hard you make me.” His hips were grinding into you and it was making you dizzy in the best way.

“So do it. Take me right now. Please, daddy. I wanna feel you inside me,” you begged. Eddie seemed to consider it for a moment before laying you back on the table and hiking up your skirt. He could already see the wet patch forming on your panties and he smirked.

He pulled them completely off and you didn’t notice how he stuffed them in his pocket. His long fingers slid through your folds with ease. He teased your clit before sliding two fingers into you, stretching you slightly.

He pumped them in and out of you, the warm metal of his rings nudging your clit with every thrust. When he added a third finger you just about fell apart at the seams.

“Look at that pretty pussy, taking my fingers so well. God, you’re gonna feel so good cumming on my cock, princess. Gonna look so hot with my cum dripping out of you,” he said, voice laced with lust. His fingers sped up as he watched you with such intensity. He wanted to memorize how you looked and sounded when he was pleasuring you.

“Eddie, that feels so good!” You moaned. His actions stopped completely and your eyes shot open. “Daddy!”

“Good girl,” he smirked. He curled his fingers upward as he resumed. The new sensation was enough to bring you closer to the edge. He bit his lip, concentrating on making you feel good. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

Your back arched off the table as your orgasm washed over you. Only once your body went limp did he pull his fingers from your dripping cunt. You watched as he swirled his tongue around them, sucking them clean.

His hands them moved down to his jeans, unzipping them slowly. He let them fall to his ankles as he began to pump his already hard length.

“You’re sure you want this?” He asked, caressing your leg softly.

“I’m absolutely positive,” you said. He lined up with your entrance and moaned loudly as he slid into you inch by inch.

“You feel even better than I’ve imagined.”

“You’ve imagined this?” You asked with a small smile. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you he looked down with a smile of his own.

“Only every day for the last 3 years,” he chuckled. He pulled out slowly only to slam back into you. His thrusts were fast and sharp, such a contrast to his sweet words.

His hair was falling into his face so he threw his head back in ecstasy. His eyes were screwed shut and you didn’t think you’d ever see something so gorgeous again in your lifetime. Your walls began to clench around him, causing him to swear out loud.

“I’m almost there, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Can I fill you up, sweetheart?” You were so lost in the pleasure you’d probably agree to just about anything, but nothing sounded more amazing than him filling you.

“Yes, daddy, please. Cum inside me,” you whined. His thrusts became sloppier but he still managed to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible as your second orgasm hit you. You screamed his name and that alone was enough to set off his own. You could feel his cum being pumped inside of you with every slow thrust.

When you both had rode out your highs, he remained inside of you. He finally looked down at your blissful expression and smiled. He pulled out slowly, only to push back in when he saw his cum leaking out.

“Fuck, Eddie, that was incredible,” you sighed happily.

“We defiled the game board but it was so worth it,” he said. He let you sit up and he kissed you. “So are you really mine now?”

“I’d love nothing more, Eds,” you whispered.

“Good, because I have so much more planned for us.” He kissed you once more and pulled you from the table, catching you when your legs wobbled.

“Wait, where are my underwear?” You asked. Eddie just smirked at you as he buckled his pants.

“Let’s get out of here, sweetheart. We’ll go back to my place and I promise you won’t be needing those panties.” He smacked your ass playfully as he lead you from the game room, panties still safely tucked in his pocket.

You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself in to, but you were definitely excited to find out.

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[honey-milk-depresso]

19 Reasons (Tim Drake x Reader)

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

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

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“Guess what day it is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait wha-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You stole them, you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, I feel so loved.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.”

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

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

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[yanderederee]

Nerds are Cute

March5th, 2004

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 He noticed the way you twirl your pencil in concentration.

The way you roll your neck every so often.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t you dare. 

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

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

You are here…› next! › …

#FragileDearest #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #baji #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #part one #chifuyu #tokyorev baji #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #baji x reader

[thesunshineriptide]

I was thinking, what if while at Y/N's house the boys end up finding the Grimm Brothers/Original stories they're based off. Like the original Snow White or Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson. And Y/N admitting that they were more familiar with those versions than the Disney version was expecting to be skinned alive when they first arrived in Twisted Wonderland

I’m so so fucking pumped for this ask because I’m a huge NERD and I know the original stories so well. Fairytales and folk tales and mythology are one of my special interests you cut straight to my heart thank you anon. Also you didn’t specify what universe this is so I’m putting it in the our world au and if you want me to do the other characters I will GLADLY do them I adore these. ++ I will probably do Idia reacting to Greek myths sometime soon but my brain is honestly kinda mush and narrowing down just one myth is a little hard but I’ll get back to it

This Isn’t How Our Story Ends

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia

Warning: the original tales of each story are dark. As such, there will be mentions of mature topics such as death, poisoning, drowning, murder, insanity, and more. Read at your own discretion.

Cw// spoilers for chapters 1-5, swearing, dark topics and themes.

“What’s this?” He had asked innocently, holding up the book in question.

“Huh? Oh, that’s…” Yuu thought of how to explain this, “Well, it’s a story. Kinda. Um…well…”

Hamlet

It’s fairly well known that the story of Hamlet is the origin of The Lion King (although interestingly enough it seems there’s a real life historical parallel with the story of Sundiata Keita) thus Leona and Ruggie’s interests in this particular story may wain. Shakespeare is dreadfully dry at times and best performed live, which means…Movie night! For this particular iteration I would recommend watching a live taping rather than a film adaptation because otherwise you just miss out on like, half the important shit. Also if you haven’t read or seen hamlet there’s a lovely novelized adaptation that actually adds MORE content and makes it very fun

Leona sat back as he watched the actors take the final bow. Ruggie was nervously sitting beside him, shifting from side to side like he couldn’t quite get comfortable.

“They all died?”

“Yep.” Yuu responded dispassionately.

“And the uncle…” Leona started, eyes looking over everything in the room except Yuu and Ruggie, “In the, uh…”

“That’s the king of beasts, in your world.” They said, “It’s…yeah.”

“He killed for the throne?” Ruggie asked, somewhat surprised.

“I mean, Leona tried to kill Malleus for a game, I’m not sure why you’re surprised.”

“I wasn’t gonna kill ‘im.” Leona grumbled, “Just put him out of commission for a while. Not tryina start a war or anything…”

“Okay, you attempted to maybe kill him.”

“That’s not- whatever.” He sighed, “So, I’m the uncle. Is Ruggie the guy who got stabbed? The…sheriff? Or whatever?”

“I guess in this analogy, yes.”

“Gross.” Ruggie wrinkled his nose, “I’d rather be the girl.”

“Ophelia?”

“Is that the one that drowned?”

“Yes?” Yuu worried.

“Yeah, her. Anything to get away from this analogy.”

Leona snickered and ruffled Ruggie’s hair, earning him a harsh smack to the forearm which he ignored.

“Did the king of beasts have his own sheriff? According to your world?”

“Uh, he had the hyenas. And Zazu, I guess, but none were exactly loyal.”

“Did the king of beasts kill his nephew?” Ruggie blurted out.

“Nah, but he tried. Instead, the nephew killed him.”

Leona wrinkled his nose, joking in a deadpan tone, “Guess it’s time to off the little furball back home.” When neither Yuu nor Ruggie laughed, he frowned, “You know I’m joking, right? I wouldn’t kill my nephew.”

“You tried to kill me.” Ruggie said.

“And me.” Yuu agreed.

“That was ONE TIME-“

The Little Mermaid

Fun facts the little mermaid was written by Hans Christian Andersen and depending on the historical lens you like to apply was maybe gay. Also, the sea witch doesn’t have a name and doesn’t have eels which means Azul and the twins will be sorely disappointed. Anyway the original story is an angst fest because Hans was an emo at his core and the princess dies at the end

Azul stared at the pages of the book as he slowly closed it. He adjusted his glasses, looking to the twins as he finished. The two looked sick, wearing grim expressions. Floyd stared to his shoes while Jade looked to Azul.

The Octavinelle dorm leader cleared his throat, then took a sip of his water. After a few moments, he turned to Yuu.

“This was a deeply unpleasant experience.”

Yuu snorted a little and nodded, “Fair enough. It’s honestly what I thought was gonna happen to me when I made that deal with you.”

All three of them looked shocked and stared at Yuu like they’d grown three heads.

“Yuu…” Jade started tentatively.

“You know turning to sea foam is like, the worst punishment you can get in the Coral Sea, right?” Floyd cut in, eyes blunt.

Yuu’s expression dropped. They turned and checked each of the trio to see if they were joking and…no, no that’s real.

“What?”

Jade stared at them in deep contemplation, before piping up, “I suppose you wouldn’t know that, it isn’t something the kingdom advertises, per say…”

“But it’s something almost every merman knows.” Azul finished, “This version of the sea witch is…cruel. Unusually so, to sentence a mermaid to that hell.”

“And a princess, nonetheless.” Jade agreed, “Incredibly vile.”

“‘M real glad that’s now our real history. Just somethin the land folk made up, although it’s still rude.” Floyd said, taking the book, “It’s a real stupid deal anyway, the sea witch didn’t even get anything from that. And she didn’t even have any eels!”

“Maybe it was a different sea witch? I dunno man, it’s honestly kinda what I thought I’d be in for.”

“Is that why you were so fearful when we intervened with your proceedings?” Jade asked, looking somewhat amused, “Prefect, we wouldn’t be that cruel.”

“I mean, we could.” Floyd leaned in, teeth sparkling white as the sun shone off them. He could have given a lens flare. “But we like you, so we won’t.”

“We couldn’t be that cruel.” Azul said firmly, “The fate of becoming sea foam is certainly no joke. We wouldn’t dream of it.”

Yuu was a bit flushed in their embarrassment, turning away to mumble something.

“What was that?” Azul hummed

“I said I feel stupid.”

“Sorry, one more time, I couldn’t hear you.” Jade grinned, leaning in closer.

“I Said,” they turned toward the trio, “That now I feel stupid.”

The three just smirked smugly back and Yuu felt like maybe they wished they’d turned to sea foam (not really)

1001 Arabian Nights

The original story of Aladdin and his magic lamp was honestly very different from the Disney film. Beyond some basic plot points (princess in a castle being in love with a street boy, a genie, etc) the story is virtually different. The main apparent thing being that there’s not one, but TWO genies, and the evil schemer is a wizard pretending to be Aladdin’s uncle, not a vizier taking advantage of the king. On the whole, I think Jamil and Kalim would be interested but wholly unimpressed. Oh, also a lot of murder.

Jamil hummed as he looked at the last page, tilting his head to the side as he thought.

“Aladdin doesn’t…seem like a good person.” Kalim said, staring at the book Jamil was holding. “He just…killed someone?”

“Granted, it was to save the princess,” Jamil began, looking to Kalim for only a moment. He gazed back down, “I can understand something like that. However…”

“There’s a lot of…slavery in this story.” Kalim finished, messing with his fingers, “I don’t like that.”

“The Asim Family-“

“I would never want you to do something you don’t want to.” Kalim said solemnly.

Jamil went silent, looking out the window. He tapped his finger against the edge of the book, lost in thought. “I still do, though. There are plenty of things I do for you that I don’t like.”

There was a silence as Yuu looked between them. Kalim looked hurt, and ashamed. Jamil looked…carefully put together. But deeply uncomfortable.

Yuu cautiously reached forward, taking the book from Jamil, who didn’t acknowledge it but did allow them to take it.

“I’m quite interested in this Roc bird that’s mentioned,” Jamil said suddenly, “It is to be the master of all genies?”

“Maybe it commands Azul.” Yuu joked, thinking back to Jamil’s words just before he’d overblotted.

Jamil glowered in return, but this did earn a laugh from Kalim.

The vice housewarden turned to contemplate the coffee table rather deeply, then murmured, “This tale does ring similar to our history, but rather different. It’s…odd. Like they were cut from the same cloth.”

Yuu shrugged, “It’s just a story. Nobody really got hurt.” They assured when Kalim looked momentarily uncomfortable again.

Snow White

The Grimm telling of Snow White is also fairly similar to the Disney telling, with the exception of the Evil Queen being WAY more persistent in the murder thing. She attempts to kill Snow three times. The first by cinching her corset so tight that she passed out, but it was unable to kill her. She tries again by gifting her a poisoned hair comb, which again fails to kill her. The third time, the poisoned apple, is the charm. She bites the apple, goes into a coma, glass coffin blah blah blah. Prince finds her coffin, decides she’s a real babe and takes her and the coffin home with him. On the journey back, one of the prince’s servants trips and knocks the coffin into something, which somehow manages to dislodge the piece of apple in the princess’s throat and bring her back to life. Yay! Then she tries to kill her again, fails, and is punished to dance in red hot slippers until she dies. Yay…?

Vil and Rook sat on opposite sides of the couch. Rook was staring pointedly at the wall while Vil was staring directly at the hunter.

“It’s quite interesting-“

“Not a word out of you.” Vil cut him off, turning his attention to his nails instead.

Yuu sat across from them, snapping the book shut to put it away, “Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.”

“You think?”

Rook looked like he wanted to say something, a finger up as though he were conducting an invisible choir.

“Rook Hunt. Keep your mouth shut, you fucking traitor.”

“You said you wished for me to be true in my heart!” He defended.

Yuu took this as the moment to leave the room, clutching the book close,

“Spudling, where are you going? Come back here.”

Yuu squeaked nervously before coming back to stand in front of him, a sheepish smile on their face, “Hmm?”

Vil looked them up and down, before leaning forward to straighten Yuu’s clothes, “Spudling, is this why you were so nervous when Trappola and Spade ate that apple tart?”

“I honestly kinda thought you killed them.” Yuu admitted with a titter.

Vil’s eyebrows shot up as he glanced to make eye contact with them, “Do you think I’m so cruel?”

“I didn’t know what to think.” They said honestly, hands reaching to stop Vil’s from moving, “All I knew was that Rook calls you the king of poisons, and my friends suddenly collapsed after eating apples. Two and two together lead to poisoning.”

Rook began to laugh loudly, then coughed to cover it and continued to not look at Vil.

Vil frowned, “I would never kill anyone, Spudling-“

“Except Neige.”

“NEIGE KNOWS WHAT HE FUCKING DID-“

Sleeping Beauty

Honestly this one is too graphic for me to explain in detail but let’s just say that the prince is even worse in this one than in the Disney version. Consent isn’t even a question for him he does not care. Also the cure in this version was kind of similar to snow white’s, in which a fragment of the spindle is stuck in Briar Rose’s finger and once it is dislodged she’s freed from the curse. Seriously though, wouldn’t recommend looking this one up to anyone who’s faint of heart. It’s seriously gross.

Malleus and Lilia don’t seem to surprised as you finish the tale. In fact, they don’t even bother to keep talking about it, and it’s totally not because the author of this doesn’t want to get into how absolutely disgusting it is that the 100 year old 16 year old has two kids that she definitely didn’t want, or how fucking gross the prince is to do what he did, it’s because they’re old as fuck and already kinda knew.

Lilia just goes back to setting your kitchen on fire while Malleus decides he’s going to read every other fairy story except this one because this one sucked and his grandma didn’t even turn into a dragon :/

Alice in Wonderland

Strictly speaking, the 1950’s animated film of Alice in Wonderland is not all that different from its inspiration. Most story beats are faithful to the original, with the exception of tweedle dee and tweedle dum, which actually appear in the sequel Alice through the looking glass. It appears that within Twisted Wonderland’s universe, while there is some misinterpretation of the Queen of Hearts herself, the information given in the film is well known based off of the comments given in the ‘chats’ with each character. It is unknown whether the Tim burton films have any bearing on twisted wonderland’s history, though based off of Riddle’s design and character it appears it may have been a source of inspiration at the least. All of this is to say that none of this particular story would be much of a surprise to any of the characters, as for them it’s very grounded in reality. This isn’t to say there wouldn’t be a surprise, though….

Riddle had been quietly sitting on the couch reading a book for about an hour now. It seemed as though he was nearing the end, and he looked both confused and enraptured by it.

“What’s that?” Yuu asked.

Riddle looked up, and with a carefully crafted blank face he held up the book so they could read the cover.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

“Ah,” Yuu said nervously, “Good read?”

Riddle tilted his head, “You never told me there were stories of twisted wonderland in your world.”

“That’s cause it’s not twisted wonderland.” Yuu defended, “That’s just regular wonderland.”

“The difference being?” Riddle asked, tone taking on a biting edge.

“It isn’t twisted?” They tried, shrugging, “I didn’t think it would interest you, honestly. It’s a lot of the same stuff as history class.”

Trey took this EXACT moment to walk into the room. He took one look at Riddle’s twitching eyebrow and realized that, oh shit, time to intervene. “What’s going on here?” He asked tentatively.

“This- ah…” Riddle took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, “This world has stories of Wonderland. Yuu neglected to mention this, in my opinion, rather imperative information.”

Yuu shrugged, “It’s just a children’s story. What could be so important?”

“Perhaps the fact that someone travels to and from Wonderland?” Riddle bit back, “Or perhaps that if your world has information on ours, then it isn’t fiction?”

Yuu blanched for a moment before calming themself. “Riddle,” they began, frowning, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that. But I have a very…different look on it.”

Riddle raised an eyebrow, urging Yuu to continue. Trey in the midst of this sat down beside Riddle, taking the book from him.

“This was written by someone named Charles Dodgeson, also known as Lewis Carroll. He wrote this for a trio of girls he used to tutor and babysit.” Yuu began, sitting down on the coffee table in front of Riddle and Trey. “He would often take them on canoe rides and tell them stories, making it up as he went along. He favored one particular girl, named Alice Liddell, and favored to write the story about her.”

Riddle looked unimpressed and confused at the same time, “But-“

“Riddle.” Trey said softly, “Let them continue.”

“Dodgeson was eventually fired by the Liddell family due to what was described as a ‘family affair’, the nature of which was never known. After that, for a bit of money he printed the story and sold it, then made wrote a sequel called ‘through the looking glass’.”

Riddle and Trey sat in silence before Riddle piped up, “Through the Looking Glass?”

“Mhmm.” Yuu said, “Alice returns to wonderland after walking through an enchanted looking glass. The rest of the adventure is similar to the first, changing from moment to moment.”

Riddle stared, fists curled in a ball and shaking. “So there’s a way home?”

Yuu looked surprised, “N-no, Riddle, it’s just a stor-“

“IT’S NOT JUST A STORY!” He cried, “It has to be real, you see that don’t you? You got to our world through a mirror, we got stuck here through one too. So there’s got to be another way back! Alice- Alice is real. She had to have gone….” He began to settle down, eyes filling with unshod tears.

Trey looked between Yuu and Riddle, “He’s right. It…would make sense. And…that’s a pen name, isn’t it? How do we know Alice didn’t write that?”

Yuu looked lost, staring down at the sobbing Riddle, who was murmuring various incoherent thoughts all in a long string.

“I’m so, so sorry…” Yuu said quietly, “We…I didn’t….I’m sorry. We can look, okay? I’ll do some research. We’ll get you home…”

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #azul ashengrotto #twst #jade leech #floyd leech #twst mc #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #kalim al asim #jamil viper #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #pomefiore #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #diasomnia #scarabia #octavinelle

[clangenrising]

Month 4 - Greenleaf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#clangen #clan gen #warriors #warrior cats #clan gen oc #clangen oc #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #Oddstripe #Ospreymask #Sagetooth #Branchbark #clangenrising

[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Heedless Hearts

Dialogue #5: “I love you, you idiot!”

Ace x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A pause.

Your cheeks turn red.

His mirror yours.

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

"...You mean it?"

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

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

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

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

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #twst #ace trappola x you #heartslabyul #request #tell it to my heart event

[miss-tc-nova]

All Not Lost - Percy de Rolo x Reader

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

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

Words: 2,688

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “Huh?!”

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

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

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

               One of those dark brows quirk. “Really?”

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

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

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

               “So I should confiscate it.”

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

               “We have Keyleth for that.”

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

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

               “Oh…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               Because I’m a fucking coward.

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

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

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

               But I’m at my weakest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “Isn’t it late?”

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

               My gaze adverts. “I suppose not…”

               “Just trust me.”

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

               “Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “We’re here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “So that’s what you see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “You remembered,” I whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “Thank you, Percy. I needed this.”

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

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

               “Technically, I made it for you.”

               “You made this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

#percy de rolo #percival de rolo #gender neutral reader #percy x reader #percival de rolo x reader #percy de rolo x reader #he stole the horse btw

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Random Scenarios- Illumi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Define normal?”

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

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

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

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

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

♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

#Yandere illumi zoldyck #Yandere hxh #yandere blog #yandere scenarios #yan! #yandere male #xreader #CandiesActualFics

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In Love With A Mafia's Son?!

Shy/Nerdy/Mafia Jimin x Chubby!Reader

Preview

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

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

She scooted her seat towards me more.

“Was I really being that loud?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes.”

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

“Just get to the point.”

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

“You know-“

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“I’m not going.”

“Come on! I promise I will.”

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

“Y/n!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop. We’re out of there now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jimin, look who I ran into finally.”

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

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

“Nothing. Let’s just go.”

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

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

“Just ignore them.” I say.

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

“Let’s hurry up and leave-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pushes his glasses up as Kylena was coming back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take me home. Please.”

She scoffs, “Fine.”

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

“What do you want?” I say annoyed.

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

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

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

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

I roll my eyes, “It’s whatever.”

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

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

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

“Cut it out.” I laugh.

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

“I guess you’re right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rwprincess]

Blinded Me With Science (Part 5)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, do they now?”

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

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

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

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

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

*~~~*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not really doing anything better.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[themarvelhorse]

EftD Chapter 11 – The Devil in Canterlot High Part 1

I’d just like to say. What the fuck.

Also, this commentary in particular had me doublebacking a lot, so I’m doing it acknowledging that I know the Chapter's end. Also I’m remembering so many actual terms for the literary devices used but alas, I’ll leave the accuracy be for the time being. Also I decided to break this one up so it’s not the tumblr equivalent of 17 Word Doc pages in a row.

Sunset Shimmer shivered from head to toe and couldn’t hide it even if she tried. And she tried. If she could at all avoid her friends seeing her like this, she would. It came in spasmodic spurts, with only seconds of control in between, starting from her legs or arms and rocking up to her core. She took in shallow, longing-to-be-deep breaths to steady herself, but, as if to rebel against her, her body didn’t listen.

First off, great start really sets the mood for the rest of the time Sunset’s going to be here. Absolutely dead-on with how it goes. The start and end of this chapter is mirrored. It’s right there in the title card. The big twist, I just didn’t see it. Even more obvious since we haven’t been seeing Sunset without something filtering her true feelings and self! But now, right there with that paragraph and the end of that first sentence – her body is rebelling against her, it didn’t listen. It can’t listen because it’s under Sombra’s control. Or soon will be.

It made her love them for trying—seriously, on a level she’d only thought possible recently—

AH!

Time spent with her favourite boys - even in totally-not-really-therapy-wink-wink - is working!

“... and I guess, I dunno, I just want to help so bad…”

GOODEST OF BOYS

He’s good. I think we’ll finally have this solved.”

I initially read this as “He’s good at being a therapist”, but I also like seeing how it could be interpreted as “He’s just genuinely a good guy”, which he is!

Flash stared at her for a second, the reels rewinding in his head almost so viscerally she could hear the sputtered squeal, and then he smiled. “Oh. I got third. They stumped me on the word castling because I thought it had an e in there somewhere, but I was super proud I could be so brave. My dad took me out for ice cream afterwards.”

A cutie mark origin story if there was one for this Flash! And just another thing to note. Even though Sunset genuinely seems cold, it’s also symbolic of her fear.

Sometimes the Princess would even let her sit on the throne.

;~;

Flash took that as a permission slip to start monologuing aloud about tactical breathing: in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4. Of course, the music nerd in him counted it out like a 2/4 time signature. He even performed a demonstration of what that might look like, breathing to a beat of his own making.

Ngl, a while back I started reading this chapter. Then some shit happened, and I had to drive alone for 2 hours. It was a very emotional drive, and my adrenaline had me much more awake than I needed, but my mind came back to this bit. Kept me calm and kept my driving safe. Thank you for this <3.

Sunset let him. She thought she’d managed this breathing thing pretty well on her own all these years, she didn’t need a How to Guide. While the shakes didn’t stop entirely, she managed to calm them down to a level she hoped wouldn’t be perceptible.

I’m glad Sunset did let him, instead of saying to his face that she didn’t need a how-to guide. They both sorta understand each other in this way. Flash literally just said he wants to help so bad, but Sunset also didn’t want to be perceived as not being okay. Much more didn’t want anyone to say it out loud. So, he’s helping by telling her how to breathe when you have nerves but not pointing out directly that she seems nervous. Saying things out loud just hits so much harder. Guess that’s part of the point of therapy!

The door hung open after her like the toothy maw of a basilisk salivating strands of venom and ready to devour a fresh victim whole.

Speaking of perception… she’s really not perceiving this as a good thing lol. Cold shaking, shaking in fear like a helpless little mouse. And an actual mouse. NOT a ‘Tiny Vermin’. There’s a reason that boss is up a level after the Bone Hydra.

And Sunset would have been happy to continue staring off into the middle-distance, unreachable, but then, Timber Spruce slapped his hands on his knees, got up from his chair, and said, “You know what? Why not? Let’s get magical. I’ve got a few things to say.”

Sunset looked up then to see Timber send her a tired smirk before disappearing.

Absolute shocker. And absolutely love the way Timber went about this. Sometimes you just gotta dive right into the deep end to get used to the water. And of course, seeing all your friends jump in and then come out fine and in a good mood and the like, and you’re all that more likely to cave to the pressure. Timber especially so since he likes to also feel part of the Rainbooms.

“Would you jump into the mouth of a basilisk if all your friends did?”

“Well, if they got out and the basilisk spit did wonders for their general complexion and confidence, then yeah I guess I would.”

What would he say about her in there? What were they talking about? Closing the portal won’t take long. Ray and Scruffles need me to bring them, I’d have to get them first. If I close the portal, is that it? Could anyone open it again? Would the connection be severed? Would the crack in the sky disappear? What happens here when it’s gone?

She’s still on that?! Not even her girlfriend could convince her otherwise?!

Sunset knew with a cold certainty from her lectures and studies on the Roots of Magic that there was always a source. An origin, a cause.

I do not like that this certainty in particular is cold. Especially not with all the other ‘cold’ things going on. Also, I bet the origin is that damn horse statue in front of City Hall!

…(similar to the human economy, Sunset Shimmer understood little to nothing of human geography—and now she likely never would) ...

As a human geographer who also happens to be human, I find this very humourous. I do NOT recommend searching what I mean, it’s a rabbit hole of confusion and questioning as to geography’s place in academia (but fuck almost all of those Ivy League Universities, you know what university DOES include Geography among one of its VERY FEW master’s and doctorate programs? THE UNITED NATIONS UNIVERSITY! Guess actually helping people across the world through an interdisciplinary approach towards natural disasters under a changing climate isn't top of mind for them. Yes I'm bitter.)

Also would be funny if Sunset pursued geography as a result of going to NR (which apparently was important to military officer training in WW2).

This also makes the idea of “significant places of sorcery and love” especially interesting to me as a human geographer. We look into the human relationship with space, which we end up calling “place’. We assign value to it when we have this relationship, including emotional value. But these places can have different identities and values depending on the who its relating to.

What goes into those places of sorcery and love? If we think back to the Perfect Pear in the pony episodes, that is an example of assigning emotional value to a place. A place of love, where sorcery emerged, where these powerful interactions of two lovers, forbidden to be with each other but still so committed to being there anyway that they develop a place that was unique to them. But is there any place we’ve seen that could be classified as such in the human realm? Nightfall Reach certainly seems old, perhaps old enough to be classified so. And with Friendship being a core tenet, maybe there’s something there.

There’s likely something around Canterlot High, and that statue. Clearly the statue itself is imbued with magic. But did anything with strong enough love or sorcery exist in that space before the school did? Did it have to? So many relationships made, broken, by so many students coming in and out of that place, connected to a mirror. What other value might have been assigned here, and by whom?

In a small, cold place, she almost found herself excited for them. You go, girls. You’re going to be amazing.

OOF

She didn’t so much as say a word to her girlfriend or Flash before Timber appeared in front of her, hand outstretched.

Damn, I can’t even imagine what Twilight must be thinking after all that. It’s even worse knowing the first conversation after this will be through Sombra.

Sunset flinched and looked to her girlfriend, who sat beside her and, at some point, had taken Sunset’s hand, maybe to steady it. The little circles she revolved with her thumb stopped short.

Awwwwww!

Well she didn’t really mention much of the shakes since around the time Twilight came out, save for when Timber went in.

Solstice emerged from the office and his eyes billowed a ghastly gas-like steam. The crackle of it startled Flash in particular who ripped out of his seat, but neither Twilight nor Timber reacted.

Okay so, a bit of a development! Totally not at all concerning. Also totally not concerning that Twi and Tim are not concerned. sweats

Solstice waited for her like the ferryman at the perilous banks of the River Styx, lantern and steady smile at the ready.

Mouth of Styx starts playing

Sunset walking into hell, to face Hades himself.

Heart walloping against the confines of her ribcage, Sunset had to admit comfortable sounded so nice. Trying to stabilize one of her clammy hands with its partner, she nodded, mumbling, “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Wow, really missing Twi’s hand, huh?

That made him smile, teeth pale like a full-moon in the shadow of night. Combined with his still demonically slitted eyes, Sunset fought the thought that Solstice looked almost animalistic and focused instead on the gentleness of his voice. “You can zip up your jacket, my dear, I don’t want you to freeze.”

Aaaahhh! Very werewolf-like. Indeed. I can see it be an apt metaphor for Solstice and his condition. The style and grace of the Sombra persona feeling more like a vampire, but the challenge of having something deep inside of you changing and turning you into a monster is something all too familiar for Sunset. The human realm has its own myths and legends, but she likely experienced so many of those myths made real back in Equestria. And, having dressed up like one for Halloween partly being the reason for her perceiving him this way. Or maybe its more of a Jekyll and Hyde thing.

“Tcht. No, see, I’d be offended. It’s kind of my look, so...” She gestured down to her open leather jacket in open rebellion.

Sunset’s willing to freeze before changing her look? Rarity will be so proud. Or disappointed since she could probably make it still warm while being fashionable.

Still, it’s a nice touch – Sunset’s here in her first counselling appointment, where it’s supposed to be a safe space to let yourself be comfortable enough to be honest with yourself and your feelings and the like. Where you can take off that figurative armour, literal in the case of Sunset and her rebellious identity, also being rebellious to the idea of counselling.

“Oh! Yes, that has to be frightfully frigid.”

I don’t like the implied tone here. Yes, the weather inside is frightful, but the other side of Sombra is so very much ALSO frightful. Maybe though, the fire inside that Solstice sets for the students’ souls will be so delightful.

She drank him in in full. It helped her own nerves to see the big bad opponent she was up against wore loafers like he was late for church service, wore his button-down not quite tucked into his belted slacks, and smelled like a coffee shop if it also used a wood stove. “Huh. You actually can’t feel cold?”

The BIG BAD… Churchgoer? More like wolf in sheep’s clothing. With Solstice being like that, it must’ve done both Flash and Timber a lot of good. A safe haven in a cold cold blizzard who emanates the woodsy-ness the latter likes, but speaks so very kindly, as the former would appreciate.

“Heaven knows the central heating could use an upgrade with me around to challenge it, but well. Public school.”

Okay so they can afford the special sports stuff but not heating?! I well… yeah no, that tracks.

But Solstice caught that. “Really, are you sure about your jacket? I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold in my office, I’d never forgive myself.” Sunset’s eyes went for a spin. “Think I’ll find a way to survive your office.”

laughing nervously

Solstice paused long enough to stare at her jacket’s zipper, as if tempted to zip it up himself. If he had telepathy or the sheer force of will, all bets might have been off. With the steam still billowing off his demonic eyes, he looked much angrier about it than he probably actually was. Or maybe it really did vex him that much, Sunset couldn’t say.

Combining the concerned pseudo-parent and rebellious teenager is a recipe for a glorious disaster named Sombra as he feeds on the anger from feeling a lack of control (or what I thought was anger, but is actually fear for her well-being).

Either way, he moved toward the kettle and basket of cookies. “Alright, it’s your decision. But speaking of dire choices: Can I at least get you anything? A hot beverage to keep warm?

Nothing like a hot beverage! Although I think that there should be a better word to define hot beverages than just “hot beverage”. I’ve been trying to get “café drinks” going here and there, but in this day and age? That can mean anything.

Sunset doubted the school counsellor would readily give her access to the type of beverage she really wanted to get through this. Fire down the throat always kept her warm, in a manner of speaking (especially if it was Nectar of the Gods, Sunset’s favourite Equestrian liquor; she’d never forget sneaking her first taste from the pools of Mount Olympus while on diplomatic missions with the Princess. Good times). She shifted on the plump couch cushion. “Tea’s good, if you have any. Camelmile?”

Who wouldn't want some Nectar of the Gods? I'm sure there'll be some at the coronation.

Whenever Sunset had an upset stomach⁠—her codeword for nervousness or feeling upset, honestly⁠—as a filly, Princess Celestia brewed her excellent tea. Trottingham chai, Zebrafrican rooibos, even a nice Griffonstonian oolong after a long day. It got to the point the sound of the kettle boiling in the hearth was enough to ease any irritation.

Just like 'mom' used to make~

Nodding, Solstice smiled around his own shoulder, back at her, setting up the mugs, not unlike a bartender.

Ah yes, the bartender, discount therapist!

His little wooden stirring stick whisked the cup in an erratic fashion. “Warping the minds of the youth with their overpriced... cake coffee. Oh, it sounds delicious, but what you’ve really gone and done is ruined a perfectly good pot of coffee and convinced swarms of innocent teenagers they’ve bought themselves a luxury item!”

He grumbled more into his own mug as he sipped to avoid an overflow before realizing; he swallowed his mutterings down with his coffee. “I have… a lot of feelings about beverages. Wine especially. But I suppose the point was that it’s nice to know I’m not the only ex-career student here.”

Recently I’ve come to appreciate whisky. I enjoyed it before, sure, but now I understand that among the connoisseurs, the best whisky is the one you like, and that includes whiskey ;)

But that does bring me to another observation – Sunset mentioned alcohol in her head before Solstice said it out loud. Foreshadowing about getting in her head? Or is it another point about how much they actually have in common?

It’s wild seeing how much coffee has really taken off though. I see a lot of similarities between wine and coffee connoisseurs. The sheer difference in variety of tastes based on where it’s grown and the conditions that gave rise to it – it’s terroir - and how it’s processed or even what you add to it in each minuscule amount.

Each student technically is a product of their own terroir. Even though the students are all different, they’re also similar in so many ways – that’s why they can empathize with each other despite those different experiences. But of course, with a unique terroir, it’ll get harder and harder to have an accurate read on knowing how someone else is feeling. As a geographer once said, "everything is related to everything else, but near things are more related than distant things." People who grew up in one place have much more in common than someone from a different place depending on what's available to them: the culture there, foods available, cost of things in the community, etc. But the processing of the coffee bean or the wine changes that too! As it goes through its life cycle, it started out somewhere, like all its neighbours, but slowly changed along the way as new experiences shaped it, and shaped the person.

And that’s why its important for someone like Solstice to be there. He talks to them and gets into the finer notes and details of people, even with the added sugar. His comment about cake coffee makes me believe he dislikes it because he dislikes how the uniqueness of each cup getting drowned out and taken away by fads among teens, making it harder for them to be open and honest with each other if all they're concerned with is the fad. Cause if you're not open and honest, how can you have an open and honest relationship with one another? With Sunset’s “look”, she’s dressed up like a mocha and refuses to let him or anyone else really know the core of what’s there. All that sugar added drowns out what makes everyone unique and beautiful in their own way. Unless you're a coffee connoisseur among coffee connoisseurs.

That and he's worried about them being manipulated.

“That’s true. I apologize. I don’t know. Call it an educated guess, then,” he told her, carrying over her mug. “Maturity is usually hard-won, much like degrees and education. Or forgiveness.” Solstice offered a smile as he gave her the drink. “Your friends speak very highly of you, Sunset. Your story is something of a legend around here. You are.”

Well at least Sunset has the forgiveness thing under her belt. The former she could get no problem! Just gotta figure out what that will be.

 “…I don’t do well with heights, not a fan.”

I anticipate foreshadowing here.

Would it be dramatic to say I’ve got a fear phobia? Sunset thought. “I’ve got a fear phobia. Only thing I fear is fear itself, you know? So if you’re wondering about your eyes, it’s cool, don’t worry about it. I’m not afraid of you.”

Sombra likes to be dramatic and uses fear as his primary weapon. If he’s not fear itself, then I don’t know what is for ya, Sunny.

“I’ll do my best to help you achieve that, then.” Solstice handed her a waiver of some sort, complete with clipboard and pen. “Everything you say here is completely confidential. The only exceptions to that are if I’m required to disclose case-relevant details in a court of law, or, and this is important, if you pose an immediate danger to yourself or others. At which point, I would contact the proper authorities for safety reasons.”

…

The authorities? Celestia, Flash’s dad would kill me if he knew I planned to leave Flash behind again. If Chief Magnus murders me, Flash might find out I’m leaving and try to stop me. “No.”

Including this part so specifically, leads me to believe the reason is twofold:

1. Our most glorious author, Marvel Prime, is presenting the reader with an accurate portrayal of the processes of going to therapy, based on her own knowledge and experience. This in turn, is also useful to anyone reading this in terms of knowing what to expect if they go in.

2. Foreshadowing. The callback back to good ol Detective Daddy-o, Flash Magnus, who probably has a case on her, and just needs a little bit more to bring it to court. The other element of “this is important”, is not just for her, but for the reader to remember. Because she gets body swapped again, she will ultimately pose said immediate danger to herself and others. Also, who knows if “proper authorities” can actually mean Princess Twilight and the crew bringing in some magic-ass kickin’. Seems like the proper authority to me.

Not that she had any plans on re-terrorizing the school or putting everyone’s lives in danger, but Sunset could almost hear the cell-doors clanking shut in front of her.

Wonderfully brought together with the art right in this section too! The shadow of the blinds making it look all too much like cell-doors. Signing her name? Signing her confession…. DUN DUN DUUUN.

“Oh-ho, no. Nope. We’re not doing this, no,” Sunset said, arms barred across her chest like a luxurious stay at the Tartarus Juvenile Detention Centre. “I’m not here to talk about me, I’m here to help my friends change back.”

And prison references continue! It all comes back together. All the Greek mythology references, combined with the justice system, coming together into that – the Tartarus Juvenile Detention Centre being the reason for the references and how this all feels, that she’s ultimately a bad friend and bad person, even if she’s not going to terrorize the school again not that she’ll have any say in that though. But also this whole thing could just be in of itself another way to foreshadow just that. Either way, she’s venturing through Hades to save her friends, but is willing to stay there if it means making things right.

Y’know it also kinda feels like Solstice is gonna pull out the ol’ Rorschach tests.

“Tell me what you see?”

Sunset proceeds to see either her kissing Twi, her strangling Timber, or Celestia disappointed in her.

Arms crossed. Sunset took in air just to sigh it back out like sand dragged back into the sea.

AND IT STILL MAKES YOUR FEET GRAINY. THERE’S ALWAYS A LIL BIT LEFT BEHIND IN YOUR SANDAL.

And a stop to say it’s lovely seeing this second picture right after. Solstice just across from the ‘imprisoned’ Sunset, showing the source of the cell-door imagery. Again, I’m no artist, but I feel like there’s a number of contrasts and comparisons to be seen here.

First, I’ll admit I don’t know what that thing is in the right side of the first pic and left side of the second pic. BUT It does connect the two – the way its coloured and the angle it’s on.

Second, the difference in line styling with each picture – the one feat. Sunset is softer, more rounded, wavy, especially when the shadow-prison-bars hit Sunset herself. Notably, the only parts of Solstice that are rounded are the two that are most influenced by Sombra.

Third, the way these two come together. It’s literally shadow prison bars. AND that’s what curves around Sunset. Her tea’s steam curves and is reminiscent of her hair, but curves towards Solstice. The parts of Solstice influenced by Sombra are his hair and his breath. They’re mimicking her – again a sort of foreshadowing, and also almost soul-like (yes I'm thinking Danny Phantom). Oh yeah also it’s like, half his face literally covered in shadow too. But not just any shadow, a shadow that reflects the Yin-Yang symbol – the darkness in the light, and the light in the darkness.

“Yes, precisely!” He leaned forward to the edge of his seat. “But the exact effect is dependent on you! Anyone can feel love for their friends, or joy, anger, fear—really, I believe you’re right, the intensity of your emotions correlates to the intensity of your magic. But if the power comes from you directly, it’s also my belief that exactly how it manifests is related to your individual psychology. Who you are, what those emotions mean to you personally.”

Okay, don’t like how he ended on fear there. Can’t take this fore-shadow-ing.

If Solstice’s individual personality affects how his magic manifests, does that mean his initial fear, perhaps fear of his father, helped make it what it is now? Would his guilt manifest differently, since that seems to be strong with him? Or maybe guilt is simply the aftermath of fear having been realized.

A stupid giggle bubbled to the surface. “I’ve had theories for years,” Solstice near-squealed, his eyes flickering back to their regular green, if only momentarily, and back again. “It wasn’t until I came here to help you students that I had any way of observing other samples besides myself! And the most marvelous part is I may have guided the students towards the answers, but they’re the ones to figure it out! And now they can learn to harness those powers for good! Emotional therapy meets magical theory!”

And here we see an example of it all playing out. Sunset mentioned acting as your true self as a form of creating strong emotions – and Solstice is no longer acting. He’s never had the chance to actually be his true self until an opportunity like this presented itself. He’s always had to act on stage, act a certain way in front of his dad, find this niche interest and be unable to share it, and he’s had to act like everything’s okay in order to not induce anxiety in anyone else, which would make him feel worse. He’s had to filter and mute himself. And thus, him acting as his true self allows him to regain control of his whole, true self back from Sombra. Allows him to be powered by magic through something stronger than fear. For now.

And that's the end of Part 1 of this chapter's commentary!

#Empathy for the Devil #EftD #EftD Chapter 11 Commentary #EftD Chapter 11 Commentary Part 1 #my stuff #commentary #marvelandponder #bevinbrand

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Chapter 1 - “Goodbye, Corey Ross.”

It was a Monday, 11:42. Lunch time. Ocean and the rest of the choir were at lunch having a discussion until Ocean brought up a new topic. “Father Marcus has required us to have a new choir member join us by Friday and we have NOBODY who wants to join the choir-” “What about Jeremy?” Constance blurted out. “Nobody likes Jeremy, Constance.” Ocean replied before spotting a 5’9, brown haired, male, new kid. An idea sparked through Ocean’s brain and she smiled brightly. “I think we should have that kid in the choir!” She pointed over to the new kid, Noel looked over and groaned. “Ugh, you don’t even KNOW him. What if he’s weird like Sam?” “Dude I like Sam, what the fuck.” Corey looked at Noel, who stuck his tongue out at Corey to which he flipped him off. “Noel, calling someone a nerd is offensive.” Ocean pouted, then turning her attention to Corey.  “Corey! We do NOT accept those kinds of gestures.” She frowned, crossing her arms before standing up. “I think we’d have way too many choir members if we added the new kid- let’s see uh.. 1 2 3 4.. We currently have 6 members in total and if we added him it would be 7 so I think we need to remove a member.” The choir looked at each other nervously- Well, except for Corey. Ocean looked at Corey and sighed, “Corey, I feel as if it’s decided.. We’re kicking you out of the choir.” She looked at Corey who seemed confused yet really ticked. “WHAT. Why ME?” He stood up which caused Ocean to back up, He looked at the others which were kinda looking down as if they KNEW he was getting kicked out sooner or later. “Well, you never DO anything in the choir so why should you even be here? You don’t like the songs we sing- you only focus on rap and…Cursing within your own music, You only like what YOU make so.. You can go and continue with your career.” She sighed, looking down. Corey seemed upset but kept it to himself “Alright, fine then.. If you don’t want me here then I GUESS I’LL FUCKING GO, bitch.” Corey stormed off, Constance wanted to say something but Noel put a hand on her shoulder and whispered “..It’s for the best.”, There was an awkward silence before Penny rushed over with a bag full of stuff- Ezra followed along. “Hiya guys- oh what happened?.. Did someone die or something?” Penny asked, Ezra snickered a bit but Penny elbowed him in the side which caused him to fall over “..You’re so dramatic, Ez.” She giggled before helping him up. “..We had to kick Corey out of the choir..” Constance yelped and covered her mouth, everyone looked at her with a blank stare but some with anger. “..Sorry.” She looked down, frowning. “Aw what?? I liked Corey, he was cool!” Penny frowned, meanwhile Ezra sat down next to Ricky who was eating a sandwich. “Hi.” Ezra looked at Ricky with a blank stare, being uncomfortably close to him. He typed something onto his AAC device (author’s note : Ricky’s AAC device voice is BMO from Adventure Time)  ‘ Hi, Ezra! ‘ Ricky smiled, dusting off sandwich crumbs from his AAC device’s screen. Ezra looked at the AAC device and cocked his head to the side. “What is that..?” He pointed at the device and looked back at Ricky. ‘ Oh this is my AAC device! The only way I can communicate, really. ‘  Ricky finished his sandwich and started to chat with Ezra for a bit while the choir was discussing the new member.

“Noel I feel as if you should go meet the new guy and ask him if he’s interested in joining the choir.” Ocean stated, looking at Noel. “Oh what, because I’m gay? Hm? Wow Ocean..just WOW.” Noel grumbled, but then … snickered, “I was joking, But sure I guess I’ll go ask him.” Noel got up and went to go chat with the new kid.

#ride the cyclone #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #penny lamb #constance blackwood #ezra lamb #corey ross rtc