#// i can't math and it's really late at night

[eldritchxembers]

The Baird family, a lineage of eccentric collectors and adventurers, spanned six generations, each named after writers of eldritch tales and bound by an insatiable thirst for the peculiar and forbidden. From the 1700s to the late 20th century, they roamed the world, plundering artifacts from myth, superstition, and dark histories. Their obsession with the uncanny culminated in the creation of the Museum of Curiosities, a sprawling and bizarre estate filled with treasures that defied explanation.

Hiram Baird (1st Generation)

Date of Birth: June 1, 1820 Date of Death: August 25, 1900 (Age 80)

Hiram’s explorations began in the mid-1800s, right when exploration and discovery were at their peak. His travels took him through the Egyptian deserts in the early 1850s, unearthing the obsidian dagger and relics of forgotten civilizations. By the 1870s, he journeyed to South America, raiding ancient Incan and Mayan tombs, bringing back sacred artifacts that would be hidden away in the family collection.

Clarence Baird (2nd Generation)

Date of Birth: December 4, 1850 Date of Death: November 12, 1918 (Age 68)

Clarence followed in his father’s footsteps, traveling to the Arctic Circle in the late 1880s, where he unearthed an ice-sealed tomb and rune-covered scrolls that remain unreadable and the ice unmeltable. In the early 1900s, he traveled to Eastern Europe, seeking occult items from cults and secret societies. His time in Europe led him to claim a reliquary with the soul of a forgotten alchemist from a hidden crypt in France, as well as other rare occult relics.

Evelyn Baird (3rd Generation)

Date of Birth: February 16, 1880 Date of Death: July 19, 1963 (Age 83)

Evelyn was known for her darker pursuits, and her adventures spanned the early 20th century. She was involved in the occult revival of the 1920s, traveling through Europe’s catacombs and unearthing cursed relics. In the late 1930s, she went to Southeast Asia, where she returned with ritual masks and other tribal artifacts believed to hold spirits. Her most infamous acquisition was the cursed reliquary that contained the soul of the alchemist, which she claimed from a secluded temple in Italy in the 1940s.

Thaddeus Baird (4th Generation)

Date of Birth: October 1, 1912 Date of Death: May 5, 1981 (Age 68)

Thaddeus’s travels were focused on the supernatural, an obsession that flourished in the mid-20th century. He began his hunts in the 1940s, focusing on haunted objects and items linked to spirits. By the 1950s, he was collecting artifacts from abandoned, haunted sites around the world, such as the Victorian dolls from London and a lighthouse lantern from a shipwreck in Maine. His greatest acquisition was an antique mirror from a haunted Scottish manor, which he obtained in 1960, believed to show the deepest fears of those who looked into it.

Algernon Baird (5th Generation)

Date of Birth: January 3, 1900 Date of Death: October 18, 1989 (Age 89)

Algernon's obsession with lost treasures and artifacts took him to Thailand, Tibet, and other remote places beginning in the 1920s. By the 1940s, he had gathered treasures from Buddhist monks in Thailand, including a set of ancient scrolls said to be cursed. In the 1960s, he ventured to Tibet, returning with a stone tablet inscribed with cryptic symbols. He continued collecting forbidden artifacts into his old age, with his most prized possession being the preserved body of a supposed "half-demon" that he unearthed from a secret temple in 1978. His death in 1989 marked the end of an era for the Baird family’s collection of stolen wonders.

Rune Sthirasuta (6th Generation)

Date of Birth: November 1, 1960 Current Age: 29 (as of 1990)

Though Rune is not a Baird by blood, his life is entwined with the Baird legacy. Born in Thailand, he became part of the family’s strange collection after his arrival in Cardinal Hill at age 29. Unlike the Bairds before him, Rune was not an explorer; he was a treasure himself, a new piece of the museum's history. While the Bairds stole physical artifacts, Rune tries to return the stolen wonders to their rightful places. Stil, like the artifacts, he always returns to the museum, bound by forces beyond his control.

[writingouthere]

bestfriendsbrother!Sukuna x pregnant!reader one-shot

summary: you're excited to finally share with all your friends that your pregnant when the party is interrupted by your best friend's older brother, who you didn't invite, but who you did have unprotected sex with less than two months ago.

cw: reader is pregnant, Sukuna is a bad dude, possessive behavior, minor smut, still as usual nicer than it sounds because I can't help it.

**************

"I'm pregnant!"

Your news is met with a period of silence before your friends look at each other, uncertain as to how to react.

Nobara finally breaks the silence, an eyebrow raised. "And we feel...."

"We're happy about it," you say and your friends are then quick to congratulate you. You hear some sort of scuffling happening behind you and you turn around to see Yuuji unfolding a "We're having a Baby!" banner which makes Megumi nearly jump out of his chair.

"Holy shit, did you two-"

"No!"

"Ew, no!"

Yuuji frowns at you. "The 'ew' wasn't necessary."

You and Nobara scoff. "It was," you tell him. "And I say that with all my love."

"Okay, so if this idiot didn't knock you up-"

"Hey!"

"-then who did?"

You'd been expecting the question and had prepared for it. "It was just a one night stand, he's not really father material." Everyone looks like they want to ask more questions so you smile at them, genuinely happy they all look ready to commit a crime for you. "It's okay, I have a good job and this is something I've wanted for a long time. This baby will be really loved because it will have me and, I hope, all of you."

Your friends are quick to agree and there's some lighter questions about potential names, nurseries and Nobara and Todo are looking at her phone debating baby onesies, when the door to you and Yuuji's apartment opens and someone you had definitely not invited comes in.

"Sukuna! You're late, you missed the big news," Yuuji calls out as he walks over and claps his brother on the back. A few people call out greetings as Yuuji's older brother looks around the apartment. His eyes linger on you for a second, a smirk tugging up on his lip before he notices the sign hanging crooked over the kitchen doorway and he laughs without an ounce of humor.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, you knocked someone up? You irresponsible piece of shit-"

"It's not his and don't kill him, you asshole," Megumi says from where he has now joined the onesies discussion and points over at you. "It's the other person who lives here."

Sukuna pauses from where he was about to murder his brother, to look back over at you. You wonder if his brain is doing the same cursed math that you had done when you were hyperventilating, holding a stick covered in your own pee, but before he could ask anything, Maki ended the silent stand off.

"And we're happy about it, so get happy you piece of shit."

With that, the party continues on, people breaking off until little groups and snacks being placed strategically throughout the apartment.

You're feeling thirsty, and a little exhausted from the burning stare that's been directed at you for the past hour when you excuse yourself from where Miwa and Mechamaru had been talking about their own future plans for children, who you're sure would be socially inept but gorgeous enough to make up for it, and made your way to the kitchen.

You were pulling out some water, no alcohol for you even though you really needed it, when you felt someone's presence behind you.

"So when were you going to tell me we were having a baby?"

"Never, because it's not yours," you answered firmly, slamming the door to the fridge for good measure. Sukuna leaned against the cabinet next to you but you'd known him long enough to see the pose for what it was. A ruse, a performance of casualness. The fingers on his hand tapped against his arm like he was playing the piano, one of the few tics he had that showed when he was feeling, well just feeling anything in general.

"Oh please, you're not fucking anyone else."

"You don't know that and we're not fucking, we fucked once. Singular, past tense."

He laughed and looked down at you, the same predatory look he'd had the night he'd helped you make this child.

"And once was all it took huh? Fucked you so good, you're going to have my baby," he says, voice mocking and he stands up to his full height which puts him over you. He takes the glass of water you're really regretting now, and places it on the counter opposite the two of you.

"It-it's not your baby," but you don't sound sure and he knows it and he presses up against you until your back is to the counter. Nowhere for you to run.

"It's mine, just like you're mine. I don't know who you think you're kidding with this denial of me but it's done now, sweetheart."

You go to answer him and Sukuna covers your mouth with his hand like the rude fuck he is and then leans down, his mouth next to your ear. You look around, worried someone might see you but the gap between the fridge and the counter conceals you both and the room next to you keeps getting louder and louder. The sun had set and there were maybe some lamps in the living room, but here in the kitchen it was dark.

"I let you have your space and your time, two months of it actually. I let you have your little moral crisis about fucking a criminal and it being the best dick you've ever had wah wah, but I was impatient before I knew you were having my baby, and now," he leans back so his eyes, and they're on fire his eyes, are level with yours. "I'm done waiting."

You tug on Sukuna's hand and he rolls his eyes before removing it from your mouth and places it on your hip which doesn't seem like a good trade-off but at least you can speak again.

"What does that even mean?" You ask him, your voice showing the incredulity you're feeling but if Sukuna had anything, it was audacity.

"I mean I'll give you a week to tell your friends you're having our baby and that we're getting married." He says it so seriously that you can't help but laugh which seems to be the wrong response when his other hand moves to your hip as well and squeezes, tight.

"We are not getting married, are you out of your mind?"

"Why not, we're already having a baby, are you going to deny me the ability to live with my own child."

"Still not your kid, and we can't get married Sukuna. We never even dated! We fucked one time, that doesn't mean we should just be together forever."

"We fucked for one night, it was more than one time-"

"Not the argument you think it is," you interrupt him but you still let him pick you up and place you on the counter. You sit there while he runs his hands up and down your thighs, the sounds of the party washing over the two of you as you stay in your little bubble.

"We'd be good together," he finally says. "Not just because I knocked you up on the first try." You hit him but he just smirks and moves his hands more purposefully on your legs. You let him pull them apart and step between them even though warning bells are going off in your head, telling you these are moves you'd seen before and they had led to you being in the predicament the two of you were debating in the first place.

"It's inevitable, the two of us. You can say you hate me, or that I'm not a good man, and that's true. But there's a reason why you've never stayed with any of those nice boys," he says and his hands slips up the skirt you're wearing to get at your bare thighs underneath. "Because you don't want a nice guy, you don't want a good man, you want me and I'm too selfish to let you keep torturing both of us by doing this pretending shit."

The fingers on his right hand press against your cunt through your panties while his other hand squeezes your thigh and he moans sinfully into the quiet air.

"God, I knew I didn't make up this warm, wet cunt. Been fucking my fist until I chafed the past two months just thinking about it."

You whimper as he moves your underwear aside and slips one finger up and down your slit, not touching your clit or going where you want him, but doing enough that you move against his hand.

"This does not mean that we should get married," you protest and he teases a finger against your opening, pulling it back when your hips tilt up in an attempt to get him where you want.

"Why not? I heard pregnant women get super horny, what are you going to do without me around to make sure this filthy pussy gets stuffed just the way she needs." He finally slips one finger in, his thumb moving to tease against your clit, just the way you like it and your head smacks back against the cabinet. He moves the hand that had been on your thigh up so he can cradle your head.

"I'm sure I could find someone willing to help me out," you say scoffing and his hand freezes which makes you whine a little and try to get him to move again but his legs limit your range of motion.

"You ever try to fuck someone else ever again and the coroner is going to have to get dental records to figure out who the dumb fuck with no fingers, no eyes and no cock is, you got it?"

He's not joking, you know he's not joking but it doesn't stop you from leaning forward until you finally get your lips on his. He hums into your kiss, cupping your cheek in his free hand while the other one goes back to opening you up. You're so wet that the kitchen fills with the sounds of his him finger fucking your cunt but you can't even find it in yourself to be embarrassed. He's not wrong that pregnancy has made you more sensitive, or maybe it's just you not having gotten laid since the two of you had slept together.

He's got three fingers in you when you come and he swallows your moans greedily with mouth while his fingers slow inside of you, curving just right to make you think you could probably come again soon, oversensitive or not.

Before you can test that out, he pulls away from you. He licks the fingers he pulled out of you clean and you you're reminded of how the last time he'd made you come twice just with his mouth.

"Where are you going?" you ask him, a little more breathless than you like.

"We are going home," he tells you, grabbing your hands and helping you down off the counter. Giving you a kiss on your forehead that you would tease him for if you were anyone else.

"Home?" you ask, confused because you are currently standing in your apartment unless his orgasms suddenly give one the power to teleport.

"Yeah, our home, not the shitty apartment you share with my brother. I mean we'll have to get somewhere bigger soon, for our baby."

For the first time since you found out you were pregnant, someone who was not you laid out their palm on your still just the same stomach. There was no change from how it always looked but Sukuna looked smug just the same and you felt like you were still missing a few things.

"What-"

"I mean I can fuck you here, I just thought your sensibilities and the fact your friends were all out there would make you uncomfortable."

Your post orgasm flush finally leaves you and you look up at him in panic. "Oh my god, do you think someone saw-"

"It's okay, Fushiguro kept them out I'm sure."

You don't want to know but ask anyway. "Why?"

"Because he walked in earlier and looked like he'd seen a ghost. Tell me, is the kid still a virgin? He's pretty but I can't imagine he has a lot of good options in your crowd."

When you leave to go to Sukuna's, the only people who don't look confused(or horrified in Yuuji's case) at your departure are Maki and Megumi.

If the confusion hadn't been cleared up by the time the baby came, the pink hair probably answered any follow up questions.

dealing with some writer's block and had this idea. didn't feel like writing a whole smut scene, my b but saving that energy for the next(?) neighborsukuna x singlemom one.

side note: Megumi is scarred for life, for sure. Yuuji gets over his horror once he's an uncle.

[thatnonameuser]

A Wonderland Of Yanderes

World Building is here Part 2

It all started with that class.

The final class for the first week of the first semester. After all the chaos of coming to Twisted Wonderland, of being thrown into a world you don’t understand, a quiet weekend to start finding a way back is something you’ve been awaiting.

The classes here were chaotic but fun, and even interesting as a human from a world without any magic. 

Making potions that could do so many different things in Alchemy. Speaking with animals or a cat that can't talk like Grim in Animal Languages. Riding broomsticks in Phys Ed. Even the boring classes like Magical History, learning of this world full of wonder and mystery, and Arithmancy, math was boring, but it was fun to learn that it’s the same in this world. 

But out of all the classes this was the weirdest one of all. 

It was called The Art of Ensnaring Hearts. About ‘darling control and protection’. It’s a weird sounding class, but even weirder, it’s a mandatory subject for all first years, which seems weird for what sounds like an elective. Still it’s just odd, not anything too weird.

The name is nothing that you’ve seen in any fantasy book or tv show in your world. But by now, you knew weird being dropped head first into an unknown world. By now anything new and weird should have been expected, understood, brushed aside as something to accept and move on.

So here you were sitting between Ace and Deuce in the lecture, Grim fast asleep on your lap, waiting for class you knew nothing about.

“I can’t believe they’re making us take this class.” Ace complains.

“Stop complaining Ace. It’s a really important class!” Deuce objects.

Ace whined his butt off the whole way here, complaining about how stupid it was that they had to attend it. Deuce on the other hand, was incredibly enthusiastic and you are completely in the dark for what this class is even about.

Ace shrugs, “Still, my folks and brother taught me all about this stuff. It’s a waste of time.”

“Not everyone has parents or siblings who can teach them about darlings, Ace.”

“Nothing personal Juice, but this class is going to be as boring as Magical History.”

“Well, if you know so much, what exactly is this class about?” You joke and they both look at you like you’ve grown a second head. "What?" you say, now uneasy.

 “You don’t know?” Ace asks.

“What part about ‘I’m from another world’ keeps slipping your minds?” Your attempt at a joke falls flat, as they look at you in incredulity.

Deuce practically reels back in surprise, “N-No it’s just that it's so normal here. You don’t know what darlings are?”

You shake your head, “No, not really.”

A crack of a whip onto the blackboard calls your attention to Professor Crewel, "Alright pups, I have to do this every year so let's get this out of the way now. This class will provide you with any and every method, skill and technique to find, capture and control your future darlings, including evading the law in your respective homelands." Now, you're confused, why exactly is a school teaching students how to break the law?

"As you know Sage Island makes special accommodations for NRC and RSA students, all acts that may be forbidden in any of your hometowns, with the exception of Darling murder, will be pardoned and forgiven. In the case of a family investigation, the school will stage an accident so please do not butcher them beyond repair." No words or sounds slip from your lips, with you stunned silent in pure horror.

What pools in your stomach is hot dread mixed with cold fear. Just what exactly is this world? Murder can be excused here? It can be covered up, with only a slap on the wrist. You need some explanations and you need them now.

A student raises a hand, "Professor?"

"Yes, pup?"

"Why are there no darlings enrolled in Night Raven?"

"One too many murders on campus. A few too many mutts ran around unneutered and decided to draw blood." You smother your gasp a few seconds too late, as more than a third of the room turn to you, confused.

"Something wrong, pup?" Crewel raises an eyebrow at you. His eyes drill into your soul, inspecting, calculating.

"N-Nothing! I'm fine. Perfectly fine." Crewel doesn't push you on the subject, returning to his lecture.

You lean back in your seat, and the cold sweat on your body makes you shiver. Right now, you'll bite your tongue and hold back your horror.

You need to see Crowley, as soon as possible.

[blueaprondelight]

imagine richie shamelessly flirting with the new waitress at the bear as a 'joke '

he's being charming, flirting with her every chance he gets and she's oblivious to his antics but is still nice to him

after a while, the lines for richie becomes blurred and he starts to develop real feelings

so, while he's having this internal crisis, tiff drops eva at the bear and everyone's really busy, including richie

and the waitress takes care of eva & she's just so sweet to her, and when richie sees the two girls he loves having fun with each other, he knows he's far gone

(i need that old man so bad it's not even funny anymore-)

-🪷

my lotus. i'm obsessed.

okay.

richie and you had first met when you began working for the bear. being trained by him, it meant you two were spending a lot of time together. late nights, early mornings. you two would talk over coffee when you could sneak in a break during kitchen prep, you'd talk when marcus had you two try his newest pastries.

the first time he flirted with you, it was an accident. just slipped. but then it became your 'thing'. it was that teasing flirting, you know? pet names for each other, the whole shabang.

over the months you and him spend together, richie begins feeling the lines blurred. what's real and what's not between you two? it's the age old question. are you calling him honey as a joke or is that real? is his contact name 'R HONEY' to fit that joke or whatever?

he can feel himself falling in love with you. and before he can catch himself, he dives into it when he sees you and eva interacting.

tiff had rushed to the bear one afternoon when she was called into work. it was unexpected and in the middle of the lunch rush, and you'd been at the front when eva was dropped off, backpack in hand.

you guided her away from the chaos and into the back office. you and her talked about how excited she was for weekend plans with richie, what she learned in school. by the time richie found you two, you were talking her through her math homework. your voice was soft, you were patient with her.

he's in love.

by the time he realizes, he's so far gone. he knows it's the kind of love that could metaphorically kill him. you and him watch over eva together, and you help him load her into the car.

when he and eva are driving back to tiff's house, it's silent until eva's small voice speaks up. "are you in love with y/n, daddy?"

well, shit. if the kid can figure it out, maybe you have, too.

he returns to the bear where he knows you'll be, cleaning up with syd. he finds you in the front, sweeping the floors. before you can greet him, he's blurting it out. "i'm in love with you."

it's a blur. his ears are filled with the sound of his heartbeat and he knows you're talking, he can see your perfect lips moving but he can't hear you. it isn't until you're in front of him he can hear you clearly.

"i love you, too."

one of my favorite movie quotes is from the princess bride, where they say that since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were the most passionate, the most pure.

the one you and richie share buries them all in a fucking grave.

[jellychannie]

fem reader, blue lock doesn't exist au!, reader is implied as a stem student, so is nagi, based on real experiences (by yours truly), not proofread, 656wc

the fact that nagi seishiro was just so lowkey pisses you off. well, not really. it's just that he seems so hard to reach.

you've seen nagi around, mostly clinging around to his friend reo, in which both were your seniors by a year. the two were almost inseparable, you noticed. the only instance where you've caught him alone was when your eyes met his for the very first time.

you didn't have the courage to approach nagi. you've talked to reo in a few instances, but not him. he was tall, and he was a gamer. you liked games, and sure you did like tall guys. he was interesting enough that you asked reo a little about him, the purple-haired guy aware of your liking to nagi. if anything, he supported you.

"oh gods, i never thought nagi would ever have someone," reo cried in chat when you asked about him online. reo sent another message which gave a tiny glimmer of hope, "he's attracted to the opposite gender, but i just don't know how to catch his attention."

and so you can't help but still admire nagi in the hallways, every time he'd pass by during vacant hours (you totally didn't walk in that hallway on purpose just to see him). it was something weird coming from you, how you didn't even expect yourself to fall in love with a guy who just so happened to be your exact type.

you were miserable.

the first time you tried to talk to nagi was the night before finals. you were having an existential crisis while studying math so you decided to message him online—the only platform where he happened to accept your follow request.

"hi, good evening… i know this is sudden but i gotta ask…" you started typing. it was a message regarding your curiosity about physics, which was one of the subjects you likely had to take up in your next year. with your nerves trembling, you hit send. you turned your phone face down, trying to focus on your studies once more.

but you couldn't exactly focus, and the next time you checked your phone, your heart jolted at the sight of a notification icon. he replied to you..! you hesitantly opened the messaging app, to see two messages from him.

"just sleep so you won't get bothered," you read the first message. you stifled a laugh. who knew he could make jokes. "kidding. the teacher is good at teaching, just expect it to be draining yet fun," the second message read. your cheeks were warm, even with this bare minimum reply from him. he must've also been studying for finals, so your message was probably distracting him.

"alright, thank you so much! good luck on your tests," you sent out a reply, and earning a heart reaction from the guy. who knew, perhaps you could pass math now.

(spoiler alert, you didn't)

another instance of you messaging him was when your brain was itching to know about what was going on with the football team. he was in the team after all. it was late at night when you sent the message, not even expecting an answer in the same hour.

but when you woke up in the morning, you were greeted with a notification with his reply. you didn't even expect nagi to wake up so early. but then, you ignored the message until you got to school, opening it up.

"nothing much going on, just practicing for an upcoming game against the other schools," he replied.

you replied a quick "thank you! enjoy your day!" only for you to be simply left on read. okay, now this was conflicting.

nagi seishiro wasn't a boring guy to like. with fleeting glances in the hallways, you wondered if you could ever converse with him in real life. would he even be there to converse with you?

guess you'll never know.

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me writing because the guy i like is pretty much nagi in a way.

[loveanton]

off my face | lee anton

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: your best friend has been in love with you for years but you’ve been too blind to notice.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: best friend!anton x f!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst, fluff, suggestive

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: underage drinking, partying, drunk kisses, makeouts, pls let me know if i missed anything

⏤ 𝑎/n: finally finished my finals so this is a lil self indulgent piece hehe

“I’m officially done with my exams!”

Anton smiles at you through his phone as he watches you vigorously shake your device out of excitement. You’re practically glowing, a mixture of relief and joy lighting up your features. Anton’s heart swells with pride. He’s always known how dedicated and hardworking you are, but seeing you like this makes him realize just how far you’ve come. You’d conquered another milestone, and he can't help but feel immensely proud of you.

He remembers all the late-night study sessions, the moments of doubt you’d shared, and the unwavering determination in your eyes. You’re amazing. He admires your strength, your perseverance, and the way you made everything seem possible. Anton has always been your biggest cheerleader, silently supporting you from the sidelines, even though he wishes he could do more. But right now, he’s just happy to see you so happy.

"Congratulations," Anton finally says, his voice warm and full of genuine pride.

"Thank you!" you beam, your eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Not gonna lie, I wrote complete bs for half the exam, after answering what I knew and adding up the points I gave up when I realized I had enough to pass the class.”

Anton snorts at your confession, “let’s pray your math wasn’t off then.”

You hum, “lets pray I actually got those questions right otherwise I’m screwed.”

The two of you laugh at your words before a beat of silence falls over the two of you. Anton hesitates for a moment, then decides to go for it. "So, what would you like me to buy you as a gift for finishing off your junior year?" he asks, his tone playful but sincere. He wants to celebrate this achievement with you, to make this moment even more special.

Your eyes widen in surprise, a smile spreading across your face. "Really? You don't have to—"

"I want to," Anton interrupts, a mischievous grin forming. "Come on, name your reward."

You laugh, thinking for a moment before answering. "Well, if you're sure... How about that new book series I've been eyeing?"

"Consider it done," Anton says, already mentally noting to order it as soon as possible. He wants to see that smile on your face in person, wants to be the reason for your happiness, even if just a little bit.

Just then, the door to Anton’s room opens, and Eunseok pokes his head in. He notices Anton on the phone and grins, stepping fully into the room. "Hey, who's that?" he asks, leaning closer to the screen.

You giggle and wave. "Hi, Eunseok! Guess what? I’m officially done with my exams!"

"Hey! That’s awesome! Congrats!" Eunseok says, his enthusiasm infectious. "So, Anton’s getting you something nice, right?"

"Yeah, he’s getting me a book series I wanted," you say, your excitement evident.

Eunseok smiles, "Want me to buy you something too?"

Your eyes sparkle with mischief. "Wait, really?”

He nods his head once and hums, “Yeah. Anything else you have your heart set on?”

“Want to take me out for some kbbq?"

Eunseok laughs, nodding. "Sure, Korean BBQ it is. I’ll text you to pick a date."

Anton forces a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. "Great, that sounds like a lot of fun."

You beam, clearly thrilled. "Awesome! Thanks, Eunseok. And thanks again, Anton, for the book series."

"Of course," Anton says, his voice softer now. "I’m really proud of you."

After a few more exchanges, Eunseok and Anton say their goodbyes, and you hang up. The moment the call ends, Anton feels a heavy weight settle in his chest. He can't shake off the sadness that you so eagerly accepted Eunseok's offer and that you would be going out to eat with him. It felt a bit too intimate, and jealousy gnaws at him.

Anton sulks around the dorm, trying to distract himself but failing miserably. Later on, once everyone has eaten and gotten ready for bed, Anton sits in the common area still pouting and eating an apple after skipping out on dinner because Eunseok was in charge of cooking tonight. Wonbin notices his friend's gloomy demeanor and approaches him with concern.

"Hey, what's got you all pouty?" Wonbin asks, nudging Anton gently.

Anton sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's nothing. Just... feeling a bit off, I guess."

Wonbin raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Come on, what is it? I know something's bothering you."

Anton hesitates, then finally gives in. "It's just... ____’s done with her exams and I offered to buy her a gift, she was really happy about it. But then Eunseok came in and offered to buy her something too and she accepted without a second thought. It just... I don’t know, it feels different."

Wonbin nods, understanding dawning on his face. "Ah, I see. You're feeling jealous."

"Yeah," Anton admits quietly. "I know it's stupid, but I can't help it. I’ve been in love with her for years, and she doesn’t even see me that way. And now she’s going out with Eunseok... it just hurts."

Wonbin claps a reassuring hand on Anton's shoulder. "Hey, it’s not stupid. Feelings are complicated. But maybe it's time to tell her how you really feel. Who knows, she might feel the same way."

Anton looks at Wonbin, a mixture of hope and fear in his eyes. "Maybe. I just don’t want to ruin what we have."

"Sometimes you have to take a risk to get what you really want," Wonbin says softly. "And you deserve to be happy too, Anton."

Anton nods, taking a deep breath. "Thanks, Wonbin. I’ll think about it."

As he walks back to his shared room, Anton's mind races with thoughts of you, the possibilities, and the courage he would need to finally confess his feelings. But for now, he just hopes you’re happy, even if it isn’t with him.

The next day, you head over to Anton’s dorm, excited to pick up the gift and hang out with your best friend. The sun is shining brightly, and there’s a lightness in your step as you approach the familiar building. When you knock on his door, it opens almost immediately, and Anton greets you with a warm smile.

"Hey! Come in," he says, stepping aside to let you enter.

"Thanks," you reply, stepping into the cozy space. The dorm has always felt like a second home to you, a place filled with fond memories and shared moments.

Anton walks the two of you to his room before going over to his desk and picks up a carefully wrapped package. "Here it is," he says, handing it to you with a shy grin.

You take the package, your eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, you wrapped it and everything! How did you get it so fast?"

Anton chuckles. "The perks of Amazon Prime," he replies, looking pleased with your reaction.

You laugh and start to unwrap the gift, revealing the book series you’ve been wanting. Your heart swells with gratitude, and you look up at Anton with a beaming smile. "Thank you so much, Anton! This is perfect."

"I’m glad you like it," he says softly, watching as you flip through the pages of the first book.

Just then, your phone buzzes with a text from your roommate. You glance at the screen and read the message. “Ouu, Mina just texted me about a party."

You look up at Anton, excitement and a hint of mischief in your eyes. "Do you wanna come with me? It’ll be a great way to celebrate."

Anton hesitates, his brow furrowing slightly. "A party? I don’t know... that’s not really my scene."

"Please, Anton," you say, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. "It would mean a lot to me if you came. We can have fun together, and it’s a good chance to let loose before I leave for the summer."

He sighs, but the look in your eyes makes it impossible for him to say no. "Alright, I’ll go," he agrees, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Yay! Thank you!" you exclaim, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "You’re the best, Anton."

He hugs you back, savoring the moment before you pull away. "I’ll see you later then. I need to get ready," you say, heading for the door.

"See you later," Anton replies, watching you leave with a fond look in his eyes.

After you’ve gone, Anton turns to find his roommates. He finds all six of them in the common area, discussing their plans for the evening. "Hey, guys. We’re going to a party tonight," Anton announces.

"A party? Are you sure you want to go?" Sungchan asks.

Sohee nods, “yeah, I never pegged you as the party going type.

Anton sends a sharp glare their way. “____ invited me, I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

"I’m sure it will," Wonbin adds, glancing at Anton. He remembers the conversation they had last night and grins. "So, is this the night you finally tell her how you feel?"

Anton’s cheeks flush slightly. "Ahhh, hyung!"

Eunseok raises an eyebrow. "Wait, tell who what?"

Wonbin nudges the younger male. "Anton’s in love with ____. Has been for years."

All the boy's eyes widen in surprise, as they stare at their youngest in shock. Shotaro is the first to react, he breaks into a wide grin. "Really? That’s awesome! We need to make sure you confess tonight."

Anton groans. "No. Guys, please. I don’t want to make it a big deal."

His words go right over everyone's heads as they start coming up with a masterplan to help out their brother.

"Don’t worry, Anton," Wonbin says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "We’ve got your back. Tonight’s the night."

Anton sighs, knowing there’s no stopping them. As the evening approaches, the dorm buzzes with excitement. The guys are all determined to help Anton confess his feelings to you by the end of the party, and Anton can only hope that everything goes well.

___

Back in your dorm, you and Mina are getting ready for the party. The room is filled with the upbeat music Mina insists on playing whenever you two are preparing for a night out. You’re both rifling through your closets, trying on different outfits, and swapping opinions on what looks best.

“This party is going to be amazing,” Mina says, holding up a sparkly top against herself and checking the mirror. “Are you sure Anton’s coming?”

“Of course,” you reply, slipping into the black dress you finally settled on. “I convinced him. He’s not really into parties, but he agreed to come.”

Mina grins and raises an eyebrow. “You know, that’s probably because he has a thing for you. So, when are you going to confess your feelings?”

You roll your eyes, waving off her comment. “We’re just friends, Mina. He doesn’t see me like that.”

Mina gives you a skeptical look. “Are you sure about that? You two are pretty close, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“Seriously, it’s not like that,” you insist, feeling a twinge of discomfort. You don’t want to get your hopes up or think about the possibility of Anton seeing you as more than a friend. “Let’s drop it, okay?”

Mina shrugs, sensing the finality in your tone. “Alright, alright. But if you change your mind, tonight could be the perfect time.”

You finish getting ready in silence, both focused on your makeup and hair. Once you’re satisfied with your looks, you grab your bags and head out the door, excitement bubbling within you for the night ahead.

The party is already in full swing by the time you and Mina arrive. The house is packed with people, music blaring, and laughter echoing through the rooms. You’re greeted by a wave of familiar faces, everyone eager to chat and offer you drinks.

Anton stands off to the side, trying to blend into the background while watching you interact with ease. He sees guys coming up to you, talking and laughing, some even offering you drinks. A pang of jealousy hits him, but he tries to push it aside.

Sungchan, noticing Anton’s brooding expression, decides to take action. He grabs two drinks and walks over to Anton, shoving them into his hands. “Here, take these. Go talk to her. Stop sulking.”

Anton hesitates but knows Sungchan is right. He takes a deep breath and walks over to you, hoping to get a moment alone.

You notice Anton approaching and smile brightly. “Hey! I’m so glad you made it.”

“Hey,” he replies, handing you one of the drinks. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

The two of you find a quieter corner and start chatting about your summer plans. You excitedly tell him about your upcoming girls’ trip to Tulum, and he shares his plans to go on tour with the boys before heading back to New Jersey to spend time with his family.

“I’m so excited for you,” you say, genuinely happy for him. “Touring sounds incredible.”

“Thanks,” Anton says, his eyes softening as he looks at you. “And Tulum sounds amazing. You’re going to have so much fun.”

Just as you’re about to dive into another topic, Sohee appears out of nowhere, grabbing both of your arms. “Hey, you two! Come on, we’re starting a drinking game in the basement. You have to join us!”

You laugh, allowing Sohee to drag you towards the basement. “Alright, alright, we’re coming!”

Anton follows, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The basement is filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension as everyone gathers around in a circle for the game. The room is dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere perfect for a game of Dare or Drink. Sohee stands in the center, holding an empty bottle, and addresses the group with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, losers," Sohee announces loudly, "we're playing Dare or Drink. It's pretty self-explanatory, but here are the rules: we spin the bottle, and if it lands on you, you either do the dare or take a drink. Got it?"

Everyone nods, a mix of nervous laughter and anticipation rippling through the group. Seunghan is the first to spin the bottle, and it lands on Chaemin. The room holds its breath as he smirks.

"Alright, Chaemin," Seunghan says, leaning forward, "I dare you to kiss the person next to you."

Chaemin's eyes widen, her cheeks turning pink as she looks to her side and sees Shotaro. She bites her lip, hesitating. Shotaro's face is already turning red, a nervous smile on his lips. Chaemin quickly decides and grabs her drink, taking a big gulp instead of completing the dare.

You giggle, noticing Shotaro's embarrassment, and pat his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry, Shotaro. Maybe next time," you say with a playful wink.

Chaemin, still blushing, spins the bottle next. It twirls around before pointing at Wonbin. She grins mischievously. "Wonbin, I dare you to strip and go skinny dipping with me."

The room erupts in cheers and laughter, the boys howling at the suggestion. Wonbin, however, chuckles and shakes his head, opting to take a drink instead.

Sohee rolls her eyes dramatically. "Come on, guys! This game is boring if no one does the dares. Step it up!"

With a determined look, Wonbin spins the bottle, and it lands on Anton. Anton's eyes widen as everyone hoots and hollers, anticipating the dare.

"Alright, Anton," Wonbin says, his voice dripping with mischief, "I dare you to make out with the hottest girl in the room."

The group falls silent, all eyes on Anton as he blushes furiously. You can feel your own cheeks heating up, heart pounding as you wait to see what he'll do. Anton looks around nervously, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than the others.

Anton hesitates, his mind racing. He can feel the weight of everyone's eyes on him, especially yours. The truth is, he already knows who the hottest girl in the room is to him, but saying it out loud and acting on it in front of everyone feels daunting.

With a deep breath, he glances at you again, the unspoken feelings swirling in his eyes. "I—"

But before he can finish, the group erupts in cheers and laughter again, breaking the tension. Anton, still flustered, grabs his drink and takes a large gulp, avoiding the dare.

You can't help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment. You give him a supportive smile, hoping to ease his nerves. Anton looks at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and something else you can't quite place. The game continues, but you and Anton share a few more glances, the unspoken tension between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the game progresses and the drinks flow, the atmosphere in the basement becomes increasingly lively. Laughter fills the air, and the group becomes more daring with each spin of the bottle. You’ve mostly opted for drinks over dares, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to kick in. Your inhibitions are lowered, and a warm buzz settles over you as you join in the fun.

It's your turn again, and you watch as Sohee gives the bottle a playful spin. It twirls around before slowing down and pointing directly at you. The room erupts into cheers and laughter, and you can't help but giggle nervously as all eyes turn to you.

Sohee grins mischievously. "Alright, ____, I dare you to kiss the most attractive male in the room."

You scoff, feeling emboldened by the alcohol coursing through your veins. "Pfft, easy," you say with a playful smirk.

Without hesitation, you turn to Anton, your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks flushing as he meets your gaze. The room falls silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

With a boldness you didn’t know you possessed, you lean in and press your lips against his, the kiss soft but filled with an undeniable electricity. Cheers erupt from the group as they watch in amazement, some even whistling and hollering in approval.

For a moment, everything fades away except for the sensation of Anton’s lips against yours, the warmth of his embrace, and the pounding of your heart. It feels like time slows down, and you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting about everything else but the connection between you and Anton.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, the room erupts into cheers and applause. Anton stares at you, his eyes wide with surprise and something else you can't quite place.

Sohee claps you on the back, grinning from ear to ear. "Now that's what I call a dare!" he exclaims, earning laughter and agreement from the others.

As the cheers and applause die down, you begin to realize the weight of what just happened. Your heart races with a mix of nerves and excitement, unsure of what this means for your relationship with Anton.

Anton's eyes meet yours, his expression unreadable as he stands and reaches out to take your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Come on," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's get out of here."

You feel a pang of disappointment as Anton leads you away from the group, away from the pulsating energy of the party. A part of you wants to stay, to revel in the adrenaline rush of the moment, but another part knows that you need to talk, to figure out what this kiss means for your friendship.

But as Anton guides you up the stairs, you can't help but whine, dragging your feet like a child being dragged away from their favorite toy. "But I don't want to leave," you protest, your voice slurred from the alcohol. "I'm having fun."

Anton shoots you a warning look, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "____, we need to talk," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, you follow him into an empty bedroom, the noise of the party fading into the background. Anton closes the door behind you, and for a moment, there's nothing but silence between you.

"I..." Anton starts, his voice trailing off as he struggles to find the right words. "I don't know what this means for us, but... that kiss, it felt..."

Before he can finish, you cut him off with a giggle, swaying unsteadily on your feet. "Anton, you're overthinking it," you say with a drunken smile. "Let's just go back to the party."

But Anton shakes his head, a determined look in his eyes. "No, we need to talk about this."

You pout, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the seriousness of the situation. "Fine," you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

Anton sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He realizes that you're too drunk to have a proper conversation, too caught up in the moment to fully understand the implications of what just happened. With a heavy heart, he decides to abandon the conversation for now, knowing that it's pointless to try to reason with you in your current state.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and gently guides you out of the room, back towards his dorm. You stumble slightly, leaning on him for support as you navigate the streets together.

When you finally reach his room, Anton helps you onto his bed, tucking you in with gentle hands. You mumble a sleepy thank you, already drifting off into a drunken slumber.

Anton watches you for a moment, his heart heavy with uncertainty. He knows that things will never be the same between you, that this kiss has changed everything. But as he looks down at your sleeping form, a small smile tugs at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something new.

With a sigh, he turns away, grabbing a makeup wipe to gently wipe off your makeup. He changes you into one of his oversized shirts and a pair of his boxers, making sure to avert his eyes as he does so.

Once you're settled, he takes a pillow and a blanket, making himself comfortable on the floor beside the bed. He knows that he needs to be there for you, to take care of you, even if it means sacrificing his own comfort.

As he drifts off to sleep, thoughts of you swirl through his mind. He feels nervous about what the future holds for your friendship, but also excited at the possibility of something more. And as he falls asleep beside you, he knows that whatever happens, he'll always be there for you, ready to support you through whatever comes your way.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow into Anton's room. You slowly blink your eyes open, groaning at the pounding headache that greets you. As you try to piece together the events of last night, memories flood back to you in bits and pieces. The party, the drinking, the kiss...

Your heart sinks as you realize where you are. You sit up slowly, the room spinning slightly as you take in your surroundings. You're in Anton's room, and the memories of the drunken kiss flood back to you with embarrassing clarity. You feel stupid for letting things get out of hand, for letting your feelings show in such a reckless way.

As you start to get dressed, pulling on your pants with shaky hands, the door creaks open and Anton enters, carrying a glass of water and some pills. You freeze, your heart racing as you meet his gaze. There's a moment of awkward silence as you both stand there, unsure of what to say.

Anton breaks the silence first, holding out the water and pills to you. "Here," he says softly, his voice gentle. "You'll feel better after you take these."

You take the medicine gratefully, mumbling a small thank you as you swallow the pills with a sip of water. Anton watches you carefully, his expression unreadable as he waits for you to speak.

Finally, he clears his throat, his voice hesitant. "About last night...," he starts, trailing off as he searches for the right words. "I wanted to talk to you about the kiss."

Your heart sinks even further, and you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Oh, uh... yeah," you mumble, trying to play it off casually. "It was just a stupid drunken kiss. We were both drunk, and I... I didn't mean anything by it."

Anton's gaze softens, and you can see the doubt flickering in his eyes. He takes a step towards you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you mean that?" he asks, his tone gentle but insistent. "Or... do you have feelings for me?"

You feel a lump forming in your throat, and you struggle to find the right words. "I... I don't know," you admit, feeling flustered and exposed under his gaze. "It was just a... a stupid mistake."

But Anton knows you're lying, knows you're trying to brush off something that meant more to both of you than you're willing to admit. With a newfound confidence, he takes another step towards you, closing the distance between you.

"____," he says softly, reaching up to caress your cheek with trembling fingers. "I've loved you for years. That kiss... it meant everything to me."

You stare up at him in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. You're not sure how to respond, not sure if you're ready to face the truth of your feelings for him. But before you can say anything, Anton leans in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, hesitant kiss.

For a moment, everything fades away except for the warmth of Anton's embrace, the softness of his lips against yours. As the kiss deepens, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, Anton hums, his right hand slides under your hair to rest on your neck.

You quietly moan when he spreads your mouth with his and slips his tongue into your wet mouth. Anton’s fingers are tangled in your hair, his thumb resting on the side of your face. He tilts his head and deepens the kiss. He moans when he wraps his tongue around yours. He rests his other hand on the small of your back as he reclines you slowly, carefully, until you are laying down and he is hovering over you. He retracts his left hand from your back and starts to slowly rub circles on the inside of your thighs.

You slightly push him away feeling overwhelmed with all the new sensations but you know you need to tell him this before anything else happens, “I love you too.”

Anton smiles down at you and pecks your lips once more, “I love you more.”

In that moment you feel a sense of completeness wash over you, a feeling of rightness that you've never experienced before. As you lose yourself in his eyes, in the warmth and safety of Anton's embrace, you know that this is just the beginning of your journey together, the start of something beautiful and true.

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꒰ྀིㅤ 𝓽hings i'm looking forward to in my 𝓱ogwarts dr⠀ ಿৎ

𝝑𝝔 using magic - of course. i mean, isn't this the coolest thing ever? my life will be soo much easier. too tired to get up from bed and grab that last thing i forgot before wrapping up in my blankets? easy, just do a summoning spell. can't carry all the heavy books in my hands? levitation charm.

𝝑𝝔 studying interesting subjects - instead of crashing out over math, i will finally be able to study interesting subjects. even the most boring of them all, aka history of magic, would seem like the funniest activity ever compared to whatever i have to study in this reality. well, let's ignore potions where i will have to endure snape bullying me!

𝝑𝝔 the castle - i will literally walk to class everyday through the halls feeling like a medieval princess. except for those annoying staircases, exploring Hogwarts would be so fun. finding secret passages and the room of requirement, studying in the library and peeking in the restricted section, stargazing in the astronomy tower, invading the kitchens...

𝝑𝝔 having my dream wardrobe -what can i say i have a pinterest board full of outfits.. and even the uniforms are aestethic (with a little special touch, obviously)

𝝑𝝔 food - i will be able to eat anything i want without gaining weight amd i will get to try all the magical foods!!(except for the chocolate frogs cause i feel bad). i will spend all my time in the kitchens eating pastries while gossiping with the elves and trying to convince them to poison the food of people i hate (hint: draco malfoy)

𝝑𝝔 being with friends 24/7 - neverending sleepovers, house parties, late nights in common rooms, hogsmeade, sneaking out with the invisibility cloak...

𝝑𝝔 meeting magical creatures -care of magical creatures will definitely be my favourite subject!! hagrid is such a cutie & i can't wait to see unicorns and hippogriffs and maybe ride an invisible thestral

𝝑𝝔 trips to hogsmeade -i can't wait to drink butterbeer on a cold winter afternoon at the three broomsticks!! i even scripted students can go to hogsmeade every weekend

𝝑𝝔 flying - like i will be able to fly?? on a broom?? that's sick

𝝑𝝔 talking to ghosts and portraits - the best source of gossip, though sometimes that might not always be a good thing for your own sake

𝝑𝝔 the forbidden forest -sneaking out at night to explore and meeting centaurs and other creatures (trying to make it out alive)

𝝑𝝔 finding out my patronus -i didn't script anything for it, so i'm really excited to see which animal represents me. it's like a personality test.

𝝑𝝔 snow - it never really snows where i live so i'm really looking forward to finally having a white christmas!! plus, holidays at hogwarts are unmatched

[kira-fluff]

I saw the “Sleeping with no pants on” headcanon and was wondering if you could do a pretty setter squad containing Atsumu, Kageyama and Akaashi please- ☁️

sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!! [pt. 5]

a/n: i was not expecting everyone to be so obsessed with this prompt but I am LIVING for it. I love you guys so much 🩷 p.s. my lovely, atsumu is actually in pt. 1, but I'm going to switch for twinnie osamu, okay? 💕 also I'm so sorry i was gone for so long. busy busy busy working 3 jobs with college. forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. tw: sorta spicy idk

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

osamu miya "hey, 'samu, 'samu." "hm." he replied in a grunt. "'m tired." the two of you had stayed up the entire night trying out new recipes that osamu had thought of when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. so, now here you were at midnight, sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. "'n go 't sleep." "don' wanna drive home." "'n stay." you murmured an acknowledgement, then began slipping off your pants. osamu immediately sobered from his tiredness. "wait, the hell are ya doin'?!" "'m goin' to bed, obviously." "ya can't just take yer pants off with a man in the house!" you let out a little scoff, "oh, get over it." but osamu's mind was already racing. he tried to act cool on the outside, but you were just in your fucking panties and acting like it was no big deal? why were you always so clueless around him??? did you really not see him as romantic material??? osamu couldn't help but stare at the round shape of your ass even as your long shirt covered you. he had scarcely time to begin devouring the sight of your legs when you cleared your throat. "are you.....staring... at me?" he cleared his throat and looked away. "...s-sorry.." you leaned in close, just below his ear. "ya know... if you really wanted it that badly, you could've said something.." you smirked, taking a blanket and covering up your lower half with a conceited smirk, walking away. "h-hey wait! the fuck did ya mean by that?!" he trailed behind eagerly. the rest of the night? well... "just friends" was no longer in either of your vocabulary anymore.

kageyama tobio you friends, after all, nothing more. and you didn't want to make it weird. weirder than it already felt having hidden feelings for your best friend. it getting late after a particularly long study session which involved you trying to drill basic math facts into a brain that only understood volleyball. it was a hopeless endeavor, but you took him getting anything above a "50" as a win. so, you continued to attempt to help him improve his grades. you supposed "attempt" wasn't necessarily the right word, as his scores were generally improving, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if there was really a point to it all after you spent the whole lesson trying to help him relearn everything he misunderstood in the lesson from that day. so here you were, exhausted, with your head down on your table at home, tobio sitting across from you. "hey, kageyama, let's just call it a night." he paused for a moment, then spoke. "....do you want to sleep with me?" if you had any liquid in your mouth, you're certain you would've had a comical spit take. "ah, um, WHAT?" you sputtered, trying to make sense out of what he said. he didn't mean it that way, did he? no, of course not. "it's... late." yep. just offering a place to stay. "it is. but there are still trains. i can take a late one." "just get in my bed." your eyebrows raised. "hey, tobio, a normal person would misunderstand what you just said..." he ignored you. "just sleep with me." your face took on a reddish hue the more times he said it... and he just didn't get it? why was he messing with your heart like this!?!? "um... there are different ways to say that. like... 'want to spend the night?'" "then, spend the night." "why are you being so pushy?" "because i like you." as a friend. yeah. we've been over this. "ok, ok, you've convinced me with the power of friendship. but I'm sleeping on the couch." "no." "yes." "no. my bed has enough room." "not for me!!" you laughed nervously. does this guy even have hormones? like, what the fuck? "....I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in my bedroom." does this guy not understand the meaning of no? still, you found yourself begrudgingly trudging over to his bed, especially after you saw his couch was made with the comfort of a burlap sack. I mean, if he offered, might as well take advantage right? what could go wrong? spoiler: everything goes wrong. you thought he was fast asleep. so, in the stealth of 1000 ninjas, you slid off your sweatpants for the sake of comfort. it wasn't weird, right? oh well. you were tired and damn did he like his room hot. you jumped when you felt him arms wrap around you. then, he stiffened. "...are you not wearing any pants?" "um... maybe..." he sighed. "are you trying to seduce me?" "n-no it's just more comfortable!" he turned you around so you were facing him. "well, whatever you're trying to do, it's working. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." "wait, is it because I'm making you uncomfortable?" he went silent for a moment. ".... you could say that." "I'll... just put them back on then. sorry. it's just that your room is really hot and-" "can I kiss you?" you blinked in disbelief. "can you what?" "kiss you" he answered without a beat. you spluttered some more as he slowly leaned it, asking for permission, silently this time. you nodded and closed your eyes. sparks flew as his lips moved against your own and you finally understood what he'd meant when he said "I like you". kageyama tobio was head over heels in love with you, and you hadn't a clue. until now. the two of you broke apart. "...can we... do that again?" he asked brazenly. you leaned forward again in reply.

akaashi keiji akaashi would rather die than confess to you the things he woke up at night fantasizing about. you'd likely be especially mortified if you discovered that one of your most embarrassing mishaps was on a frequent replay in akaashi's brain when he fell asleep. he was supposed to be a gentleman, not some gross pervert that looked at one of his best friends like... that. but since it was all in his dreams, it was impossible to "turn off" no matter how many times he tried to think about something else before he went to sleep. and so, let's recall The Incident shall we? he had come to your house late at night and knocked at the door, fully expecting to see you up and awake as it was the early evening. to his surprise, however, you answered the door groggily, eyes still bleary from exhaustion and sleep. the way you looked would be forever ingrained in his mind. you were blinking back the remnants of sleep, wearing one of his shirts. it hung low on you, but not low enough to cover your supple legs and the white panties that peeked out below the hem line of his shirt. you hadn't noticed yet, either. "... what d' ya need...?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye. akaashi swallowed harshly, his brain turned into complete mush. "uhh.. uhh...." goddamnit, MOVE YOUR EYES BACK UP TO HER FACE. were her legs always that long? STOP. when he still hadn't answered, you followed his gaze down to your lower half. he still remembers the succession of events as follows: you blushed, stammered, and then slammed the door in his face. you didn't talk to him for a week. after, you finally awkwardly explained that you sleep without your pants on and that you didn't realize you hadn't put anything on when you answered the door because you were so tired. it sucked that you ignored him. and even that you explained yourself. because all it did was bring those... memories... right back to the forefront of his mind. whenever he saw you in the hall and you'd flush and look away, he was immediately brought back to the sight of your bare legs. when you stumbled through your explanation, his mind reeled back to those white panties. and he hated it. what kind of friend looks at their friend that way? but he knew in his heart that what he was feeling for you was beyond sexual attraction when, in his dreams, you smiled at him. and told him you loved him. and so, what if he dreamt a little longer? hopefully you'd forgive him. and maybe someday he could tell you how you made him feel...

[taesanluv3r]

twenty floors up

han taesan x reader

emo taesanie n yapper reader hike up 20 flights of stairs lol. i wrote this on my phone so pls ignore any mistakes TT lowercase intended. some cuss words, but no other warnings! enjoyyy

wc: 915

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"fuck...what do you mean the elevators out of order?!"

yn's words are followed by a soft male chuckle emerging from behind her. she turns around and is met with her neighbour, taesan, and his cat-like smile. "guess we have to take the stairs" he says, head tilted towards the flight of steps over in the corner to the left. the girl sighs, "the stairs?! all the way up to the twentieth floor?!" the boy nods, laughing again at the bewilderment in her face. yn groans, "well at least i won't be alone...let's go"

despite being next door neighbours for the past year and a half, the pair have never really spoken to each other before. i mean, they've shared small talk in and out of the elevator once or twice before; the occasional good mornings and how was your days - oh! and of course the numerous amounts of time where he had to knock on her door late at night to tell her to keep the noise down and "not karaoke at this hour, please". but apart from that, they barely knew each other.

"so...what've you been up to?" she asks, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded them through the first flight of stairs. "well, you know...working on some stuff for work...i'm in a band so-" he's cut off, "YOU'RE IN A BAND??? SHUT UP THATS SO COOL! do you like play instruments?" the boy smiles at her unexpected enthusiasm. "mhm, i play the guitar...you like bands, yn?" she nods excitedly, "oh i LOVE bands...my parents raised me through music, see, so i can't think of anything i love more than that" taesan shakes his head, to indicate that he's listening. "yeah i can tell...you know, from the amount of times i had to tell you to keep the karaoke volume down?" the girl's eyes widen and she puts her head down in embarrassment. "yeah...sorry about that"

they were six floors in now, giggling about some stupid netflix show they apparently both watched earlier that week and seemingly enjoyed. "fuck...wait...let's take a break...please" yn suddenly says between breaths, taking a seat on one of the steps. the boy agrees, sitting right beside her.

"so..."

"so..."

it got awkward again. apparently having a normal conversation was a lot harder when they weren't gasping for air and hiking up the stairs. "um..." their eyes lingered on each other's for a moment, giggling as they broke the eye contact and looked opposite ways. "sorry...it's kinda awkward now...is it just me?" he asks. they're sitting down now, no more climbing, and yet he still spoke like he was running out of breath. cute, she thought, a smile unconsciously seeping into her complexion.

"do you always talk like you're running out of time?" yn asks suddenly, her head tilting to the side. taesan purses his lips, "yeah...a force of habit, since i was little...weird, huh?" she shakes her head, "not at all! well, maybe a little...but we're all weird so who gives a shit?" then she gets up, reaching a hand out for him to grab. "c'mon! up and on your feet, taesanie! we have like..." she trails off, struggling to do the math in her head.

"it's fourteen" he says, taking her hand and standing up beside her. "fourteen more floors till ours...and taesanie? really? we've known each other for six flights of stairs and you've already decided on an annoying nickname?" yn pouts, "you don't like it?" for a moment his face flushes with worry, "no, no! i...i like it...it's just-" she giggles, "you're so silly, taesanie...and so mean! we've known each other for way more than six flights of stairs! we've been neighbours for ages!" the girl scoffs, heading up the stairs in front of him. the boy stands there frozen for a moment, just a second before rolling his eyes and following the strange girl up.

the rest of the hike was far from quiet. by the twelfth floor, the boy had figured out that it would never be quiet with this girl around. she was the opposite of him. he was shy, he basically just listened to her yap for the most part. "are you always this emo?" she'd ask, earning a confused look from the cat-like boy. "i don't think i'm ever emo????"

when she didn't talk, she sang. and when she didn't sing, she talked and talked and talked all the way up to the very top floor of the apartment building. the twentieth floor. their floor.

"well, i guess this is goodbye..." yn sighs, a genuinely upset look on her face. taesan pouted, a rare sight that made her stomach twist and turn like a pretzel. "well it really isn't, considering you're my next door neighbour- i mean, think of it as more of a see you later instead of a goodbye cause like i think it would be, you know, nice to talk to you again- or rather, to listen to you talk again and-" he stops talking, her loud laughter seeping into his ears. "are you saying you actually liked me talking your ears off for twenty flights of stairs?" taesan scratches the back of his neck, nodding awkwardly. yn smiles widely, so wide that her muscles started to hurt. "look at that...you're not as emo as i thought!"

the boy rolls his eyes. "so...i'll see you around?" the girl nods. "well yeah...i am your neighbour, silly" the pair shared a soft and gentle smile before their lips spoke in unison.

"good"

the end.

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help im still on my trip so i wrote this on my phone but i dreamt abt this last night and i luv it sm!!!! ALSO seeing bnd in 4 days WHATTTT feels unreal...no one going to the concert knows taesanluv3r will amongst them 😈 hope u liked this rlly short fic, reblogs r always appreciated <3 love, kona.

[dannysdcxdpblog]

a list of incorrect quotes from batfam and danny's group

bruce: I don’t remember that. dick: Do you remember that night last week when you slept in a revolving door? bruce: …No. dick: Okay, do you remember when you were chased by those wild dogs for two miles? bruce: Not especially, no. dick: It was in between those two things.

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tim: Woah dude, premarital handholding? That’s just not cool or groovy.

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danny: tim, we tried things your way. tim: No, we didn't. danny: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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bruce: If you think I’m playing favorites, you’re wrong. I love all of you equally! bruce, earlier: I don’t care for tucker.

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barb: :) damian: >:( barb: Turn that frown upside down! damian: ):< barb: Not sure what I was expecting…

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dani: The scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads. barb: Yeah, it’s a good thing we captured him in that mountain, even if we have to live in fear of the spell wearing off. tucker: Do you two still believe in that legend? Come on, Rushmore was killed a hundred years ago! We’re safe now. bruce: You people have clearly never taken a history lesson. His body was never found.

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steph: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group. jason: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine? steph: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

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damian: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder. damian: glares at bruce bruce: Well, sorry I have morals!

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bruce: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time. tucker: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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danny: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

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danny: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- dick: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

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dick: I am not a whore, and, not that I’ve done the math, but, if I were, I’d be the super classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.

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tucker: Some people are like slinkies. bruce: What? tucker: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. bruce: bruce: Please don't push tim down the stairs. tucker, pushing tim down the stairs: Too late.

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tim, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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dick: Is five a lot of followers? danny: Depends on the context. danny: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers. danny: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

[abarbaricyalp]

One More Candle and A Trip Around the Sun

Happy birthday, Sergeant Barnes. It's been a while, huh? 5 times Bucky is woken up on his birthday +1 time he wakes up first Read on AO3

"Bucky," Becca said urgently, shaking his shoulder as hard as she could. "Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky."

It was late in the morning, Bucky could tell. The sun was halfway across his room and the chill of the evening had started to ease away with the rush and rumble within the Barnes apartment.

If he held very still, his little sister would get bored and go away.

"Bucky, Bucky, Bucky." The shaking continued. Then she put her hands on his chest and used him as a lever to launch herself up. He only managed to avoid groaning because he'd expected this. She kneeled on the edge of his bed so she could get both hands on either shoulder and really rattle his brains. "Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. Wake up!"

When he still didn't stir, she audibly pouted and then hollered, "Ma, I think he's dead! Can I put him out with the garbage? I get the room, right?"

Bucky snorted and Becca crowed in triumph. "With the garbage?" he asked without opening his eyes, now that the jig was up.

"Pops says a funeral's too expensive," Becca answered passively. She patted the flat of her fingers on either side of his face. "Get out of bed. You're old, not boring."

"I'm boring, not old. Go away," he mumbled. He tried to pull his blanket over his head, but Becca was faster and yanked it out of his fingers.

"Get up! Ma says we can't leave you at home on your birthday for some reason. I wanna gooooooo."

Sixteen was not any different than fifteen had been the night before. His sister was still a brat and he was still too tall for this bed and he still didn't have enough allowance saved up for the boxing gloves he wanted from Nelson's. He'd done the math with the most generous of estimates as far as what he was getting from family in the cards that had been slowly piling up in the mail. He was nowhere close.

"Tell Ma I said you can go to the zoo without me."

"No! Then we just won't go! Bucky, we had to go to a garden for my birthday. I wanna go to the zoo!" Nine months out from that ill fated adventure and Becca still had enough disgust in her voice to melt steel.

"Okay, okay," Bucky insisted, sitting up. He used the momentum to snag Becca around the waist and stand up, all in one go. Becca screeched as he hauled her over his shoulder.

"Jamie, put her down," his ma said before he even came into the living room.

"She's bothering me," Bucky grumbled. Winnifred was sitting at the dining room table with papers spread out in front of her that Bucky didn't want to start guessing at. He dumped Becca heavily on the couch and threw a blanket over her, like that would keep her down. "I told her to stop comin' in my room."

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" his ma asked without giving the time of day to his complaint.

"Ma," he objected, waving a hand annoyedly towards Becca.

"Go get changed," she instructed. "Do you have to head down to the docks for anything before we go?"

"No," Bucky said. He grabbed two strawberries from the bowl on the table. "Dickie told 'em it was my birthday, so they told me not to come in."

"Well, good," Winnifred said. "You get dressed before your father gets back, alright?"

Bucky tossed the stem of the strawberry out the open window and sighed.

Sixteen wasn't so bad.

. . .

"Sarge," Dugan whispered urgently.

Bucky bolted upright, already reaching for the rifle tucked against the edge of his bed roll. Dugan put a large hand on Bucky's, holding him still.

"Relax, soldier," he ordered. Waited for Bucky's breathing to decrease by a few breaths per second. "The world hasn't ended yet."

"Then what the fuck are you doing?" Bucky asked, glaring at his friend blearily. He tried to blink away the lingering sleep frost clinging to his eyelashes, but he wasn't getting very far.

"Come look at this," Dugan said, tugging on Bucky's wrist. Bucky took another few seconds to stare, trying to assess the situation with no information provided. There were no gunfight sounds outside. Or fistfight sounds, for that matter. He could hear a few of the other Commandos chattering quietly to each other, but there was nothing else.

He steeled himself against the racing of his heart and grabbed his jacket and boots. He didn't bother lacing them, since he hoped this was about some weird animal or strange tracks and he could go back to sleep in a few minutes.

Outside, it seemed like most of the others had opted for a similar optimistic dress code. Morita was in boxers and Jones had, at least, been wearing long johns, but bother were shivering in the chilly air as they stared at the sky above them. Bucky stood behind them, crossing his arms tightly over his chest to retain at least some warmth.

"What're you--" he started to ask before the first flash speared across the sky. He blinked, then found another in his periphery. "What's that?" he pivoted. "Are those bombs?"

"Nah," Jones said, turning a little so Bucky could step closer to his side. Morita leaned into Bucky's side in turn. Jones offered him a cigarette but no light. Bucky put the stick between his lips anyway.

"They're shooting stars," Morita said.

Dugan, the asshole, put his chin on Bucky's head. Falsworth and Dernier came out of the tent they shared, looking as groggy as Bucky had felt. Dernier was still limping and Bucky made a note to check the burn on his leg in the morning.

The meteor shower was like nothing Bucky had ever seen before. Hell, the first time they'd been out here, in the middle of nowhere woods, he'd thought the night sky was a trick. He'd never seen so many stars in his whole life. It was like a painting. And, though he'd seen his share of shooting stars while laying out on boats that didn't belong to him, it had only ever been one or two at a time.

Tonight, they spilled across the sky like God had dumped a bag of them out. One after the other. Bright, burning tails so long Bucky thought he was imagining then. Thought he could smell the smoke all the way down here.

"You sure the world's not ending?" Bucky asked Dugan.

Steve appeared from nowhere, dirt streaked and too lively for the hour. Bucky was too tired to even glare at him for whatever secret shit he'd been up to. He stood on Jones's other side, but grabbed Bucky's shoulder from across Jones's shoulders.

"Hey, you remember how you used to say the fireworks on the Fourth were all for me?" Steve asked, teasing and light. Clearly he didn't mind the end of the world. Honestly, Bucky couldn't either if it was this pretty.

"Aw, did you really?" Morita teased in turn, reaching up to pinch Bucky's cheek. "Such a big brother."

Bucky rolled his eyes and swatted Morita's hand away. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "And you believed it until we were almost ten."

Steve shrugged good naturedly. "Well, how about this is all for you?" he suggested.

"It's your birthday?!" Dugan practically roared. Four different men told him to shush.

Bucky looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, actually. Two hours in now." He wondered if Becca was going to convince their ma to go to the zoo, even though he wasn't there. Or at least convince her to make a cake.

Then they were a crush pile of hugs and jeering teasing, with Bucky at the gooey center.

"Stop it, stop it," Bucky complained, cringing at the torrent of additional teasing that would follow since exhaustion, annoyance, and emotion had brought out long vowels and turned stop into stahp.

He shoved a hand through his hair once he'd elbowed everyone back. At least two people had definitely kissed the top of his head. Someone else had pinched his ass. All in all, not the worst birthday hazing he'd dealt with. "Just...keep watchin' the stars, huh?" he muttered. That way no one would see just how pleased he was.

. . .

The Winter Soldier woke up cold. He was always cold. For someone who could walk off stab wounds and sew his own gunshot wounds closed, there was something about the cold he never could shake.

The resurrection room was sparse, as always. Three doctors watched him, while another watched the screen reading his vitals. It was a woman, he noticed. They weren't usually.

He sat back in the chair again, still damp but body-warm from however long he'd been left there previously. He put his right arm up on the chair rest, staring straight ahead as three IVs were connected. Two in his arm, one in his thigh.

A lightbulb was out in the ceiling. This room was different than the others had been. Or the entire building had been renovated.

He obligingly opened his mouth, let the doctors probe his throat for any possible obstructions or faults from the intubation. His eyes didn't water, even though his throat was bruise raw.

They checked his pupillary response. They banged on every DTR spot they could think of. They made him walk around the room, then backwards, then blindfolded. They tested grip strength, reflexes, and strength conditioning.

"He's perfect, as usual," the oldest doctor said. "Dress him and send him to his handlers."

"But...the electro--" The woman at the computers began to say, but the lead doctor snapped harshly and held up his hand.

The Soldier's eyes slowly slid between the two of them, intrigued. The doctors stared at each other, gazes hard as wills. The woman relented, turned back to the vital stats.

"Dress him," the doctor repeated. "Take him to his handlers."

The Winter Soldier dressed as he was handed clothing. He followed the other two doctors down corridors that continued to suggest they'd moved operations while he'd been under. He considered disabling the doctors. It wouldn't be difficult. But he didn't know where he was now.

The soldiers upstairs were playing cards on a table too small for the number of them. The Winter Soldier stood to the side while the doctors went back and forth with the soldiers. Insults and barbs were exchanged that he did not care about. He stared at the wall and waited for someone to address him.

The TV in the opposite corner was playing a news reel in fast paced Italian. He didn't care to keep up. It was unimportant at the moment. If they wanted him to know something, they would tell him.

Eventually, the doctors left, with a rude gesture made behind the Winter Soldier's back, out of eyesight, and the other soldiers stared at the Winter Soldier for several moments before one sighed and threw down his cards. He stubbed out the cigarette in his mouth, then immediately produced and lit another.

"Alright, Bear," he said with a strange accent the Winter Soldier couldn't place. "Let us go out."

Only three of the soldiers stood to accompany him, including the one with the cigarette. It was a smaller detail. He assumed this was an intel gathering mission, not an action oriented one.

In fact, it was barely reconnaissance. The soldiers continued their smoking and gambling in the streets. They flitted from location to location, never staying anywhere long enough to lose more than one card game before moving on.

The Winter Soldier felt very strange, standing in a street dressed as far down as he ever was, while he had nothing at all to do except glare at anyone who tried to speak to him.

While half listening to one of the soldiers haggle for a box of fruits, the Winter Soldier turned to look at a stall of newspapers, pamphlets, and books. Every political spectrum seemed to be covered, which were many, and several more that seemed to exist only to serve the power of gossip.

But what caught his eye was not the latest news about an assassination (not done by him) or a protest or a new law. It was the small print across the top that read 10 Marzo 1978. He stared at it, head ticking to the side as he tried to catch the fluttering thought in his mind.

"Bear!" the soldier snapped. It did not sound like the first time he'd said it. He curled his fingers around the Winter Soldier's elbow and yanked hard.

The Winter Soldier disposed of him without damaging the literature cart, or the cigarette, which he took from the man's mouth and put to his own. He was gone before the other Soldiers realized their commander was either dead or, at least, incapable of giving commands.

It was hours before they found him again, sitting inside a zoo, staring at the tigers without moving.

. . .

Someone was kissing his neck and stroking long fingers down his ribs.

There were worse ways to wake up, he supposed.

"Morning birds are annoying in all shapes, huh?" he asked, despite this.

"Never in my life--" Sam Wilson started to object, but Bucky rolled over and pinned him down to the bed.

He didn't remember exactly where they were. They'd gotten on a train somewhere around Nice and hadn't gotten off of it for hours. Then there'd been the aimless walking through streets neither of them knew, stopping only at bars open late and bakeries open early. They'd finally stumbled into a motel, or some equivalent. Clean enough that they got naked, but not expensive enough to stop allowing check-ins after eleven.

It had been a good night.

It was a good morning.

Sam was a preening line of muscle and amusement beneath him, hips shifting beneath Bucky's, dark eyes flashing in the early morning sunlight.

Bucky kissed him because he wanted to. Very badly. And Sam kissed him back because he made bad decisions.

"It's my birthday," he said against Sam's mouth.

The other man's eyes widened. "No! I totally missed that between the history books and the museum displays and all the school projects and the Steve of it all."

Bucky grinned and nipped along Sam's jawline. "Shut up, you know it from my file."

Sam didn't defend himself. Bucky didn't remember anyone's birthday from history class. He very much so doubted Sam knew his before they'd met.

"You gonna stick around today?" Bucky asked.

"Actually, I think birthdays spent alone develop character, so I was gonna wait just a little longer for the bed bugs to really set in and then leave you alone."

Bucky bit the hinge of his jaw gently, just enough to make Sam arch into him and tangle his fingers in Bucky's hair.

"Asshole," he sighed and adjusted Bucky's head so Bucky was kissing down his neck instead.

Bucky could get used to this.

"You got any plans, birthday geriatric?" Sam asked.

"Mhm," Bucky hummed against his pulse point. He licked a line up to Sam's ear. "This, right here. Nothin' else on the docket."

"I think it should be the other way around," Sam suggested. "I should pamper you."

"Do you know how?" Bucky challenged. He sat back slightly. Not nearly far enough to have a conversation, but he wasn't pressed against Sam's skin. Unfortunately.

Sam put his fingers to Bucky's cheek, then his lips. "Of course I do. I know all about what you like."

"Yeah?" Bucky asked. He finished sitting back, selling across Sam's hips on his knees. "What do I like, Wilson?"

Sam grinned up at him and stretched, languid like a cat out of the cream and into the sun. He was the most beautiful thing Bucky had ever seen. It was taking every ounce of willpower that he had not to put his mouth to Sam's chest and only come up for air around lunchtime.

"I know you like it soft, Barnes. Like it when I'm gentle and touchy and slow. Yeah you like it every other way too, but you really like when I--" He reached out and trailed his fingers from Bucky's hips to his ribs, feather light. Teased then over Bucky's chest, down the fine line of hair between his pectorals that had finally started to grow back regularly. Up to his collarbones, then down to his belly.

Goosebumps erupted behind his touch, a flush not far behind.

"What else do I like?" he asked.

Sam grinned and cupped the back of head to pull Bucky down into another kiss.

. . .

The falling stars were turning into singed, blood soaked feathers as they crashed around Bucky. He kept trying to catch them, unmatched palms held outward, blood and ash dripping from his hands.

"No, no, I didn't mean to," he said to the pitch black sky creeping in like spilled ink. Tendrils of darkness wound around his arms, snaked up his legs, held him down as the stars and feathers rained, as blood soaked through him, staining everything he'd put back together.

And in the sky, something else fell. Bucky's heart thundered in his chest. The kind of wild, heavy beat of a mind that knew what was coming and didn't want to see it happen but couldn't look away.

"I didn't mean to," he begged again. "I was trying to catch him. I don't remember--"

As the body and its bare wings hit the ground beside him, Bucky lurched up from his couch. The thin blanket he'd been using fluttered away, soaked through with sweat. Desperately, he kicked it off of his legs, then swung himself around to sit on the couch properly. He threw the tangled blanket across the room.

His heart was still racing so ferociously in his chest, he could feel the pounding of it in his throat like a second pulse. Same pulse. That was just his pulse point. He put his hand over it and counted to fifteen. His breathing slowed marginally.

The muted TV flashed colors in front of him. A reporter ran through highlights of a college basketball game, the footage of a hockey fight, and some spring training stats.

Bucky took in a deep breath and leaned back against the couch. Hazy morning light was trying to break through his window, but it had remained obstinately overcast all week. Seemed to still be threatening snow sometimes.

The news cycled back around to actual news and he turned up the volume to the second knob and dug his phone out from the side of the cushions. It had dipped down to thirty percent over night, but he could charge it while he made breakfast.

There was no new text from Sam. Understandable. Bucky hadn't answered any of his previous attempts at contact. He opened their messages just to be sure. He was still an asshole and Sam was still over it. Same as it had been since the beginning of February.

"We leave you on this March 10th morning with some exciting news from the GRC. John Walker, a special operations leader and three time Medal of Honor awardee, debuted as Captain America early this morning in Washington DC. His full remarks are available--"

Bucky stared numbly at the screen. His phone creaked in his hand. He dropped it to the floor. A thousand different thoughts raced through his mind, new emotions flashing red hot with them. Anger, confusion, disappointment, guilt.

Sam had asked him and he hadn't responded. Why the hell hadn't he responded? What was he doing here?

He grabbed his phone before he could think better of it and booked the next flight for DC. He was sure he'd had worse birthdays in his life, but he really couldn't recall one at that moment.

. . .

"Sam," Bucky breathed, leaning half of his weight onto Sam's side and shaking the other shoulder. His vibranium fingers were damn cold this early in the morning.

Sam's eyebrows bent together and he frowned in his half-sleep. "Knock it off," he mumbled and got a hand on Bucky's face to shove him back to his side of the bed.

"It's my birthday," Bucky insisted. When Sam turned over onto his side, Bucky followed him, half spooning him, half leaning over his shoulder to keep looking at his face.

"We stop celebrating after 150," Sam mumbled again. "Go back to sleep."

"I'm not 150 yet," Bucky pouted. He was not even 115 yet. He'd already told Sam they needed to do something ridiculous for that one. At this point, though, he'd call an expensive dinner and fancy hotel ridiculous. These centennial years were no joke.

Bucky could see Sam surreptitiously trying to check his phone beneath the edge of the comforter. "Is that Sarah?" he asked.

Sam jumped and shoved his phone beneath the blanket. "No. I was looking up nursing homes. Leave me alone."

Bucky rolled his eyes and kissed Sam's shoulder. "I can hear them, y'know."

Sam cringed, shoulders going up to his ears and jarring Bucky's mouth on accident. "Pretend like you don't."

"Obviously," Bucky agreed. The giddy energy came back all at once. "Is there cake? I told Sarah I would help her make the recipe I sent."

"I cannot believe you bought a recipe online," Sam groaned. He reached for one of the extra pillows, playfully hitting Bucky in the face and then holding it over his own head. "You have to pretend to be asleep. The boys'll be disappointed otherwise."

Bucky had just sunk back to his own pillow when the door to their room burst open and a cascade of confetti and streamers rained down over their sheets. That was going to take forever to clean. Bucky didn't care even a little bit.

"Uncle Bucky! Uncle Sam!" Cass called, running to Bucky's side of the bed. AJ was more uncouth, immediately jumping onto the bed and tossing the streamers into the air again. Two sets of hands shook Bucky's arm at the same time, one more forcefully than the other.

Bucky stayed still as a log. Not a twitch in his face. Not a jostle of his limbs.

"Bucky?" AJ asked uncertainly, then shook again.

Behind them, Bucky felt Sam sit up and stretch dramatically. "You know, he's really old. Maybe that's rigor mortis."

"Gross!" AJ laughed. He prodded Bucky's cheek. "We got breakfast from So Sweet!" he chirped. "Mama told 'em it was for you and they opened early just so we could go."

Bucky worked very hard not to smile.

"He smiled!" Cass exclaimed. "He's not dead!"

"Bucky, get up!" AJ insisted, shaking his arm even more forcefully.

"You were supposed to be awake an hour ago," Sarah chastised Sam out in the hallway, too lowly for the boys to hear.

"He gets out of bed when I do! The only way to keep him there was to stay."

Sarah hummed disapprovingly, not buying it.

Finally, Bucky let AJ turn him over and blearily opened his eyes. "Well, either Sam's aging in reverse," he said, which made AJ giggle furiously.

"No!" he exclaimed. "Uncle Sam left."

"He's gonna eat all the beignets," Cass warned.

"Now, if you'd just said that in the first place," Bucky groaned, sitting up slowly. "We better go stop him." When he stood, AJ jumped on his back and Bucky caught him around the shins. He hobbled to the door.

Cass, who was already halfway gone, turned back and groaned. "Come on, Uncle Bucky!"

"No," Bucky croaked. "I'm so old." He hunched lower and lower until he was practically bent at the waist. "I move slow."

Cass sighed and grabbed Bucky's shirt sleeve to pull him along. Bucky went to alleviate the threat of ripping his favorite Wilson Family Seafood shirt. He'd been told multiple times they didn't make this one anymore.

In the kitchen, AJ clambered off his back and tried to pull Sam away from the box of pastries. Sarah kissed his cheek and wished him a happy birthday.

"The box on the table is yours. Sam wasn't allowed to touch it," she explained.

"You're all acting like I'm the one with the super metabolism," Sam complained. "He's the one who has to have his own pizza on movie nights."

Bucky grinned at him from across the room, pulling his box closer. "It's my birthday. Be nice," he said.

Sam waved a butter knife towards him, then went back to divvying out pieces of pastry and bread. Within a few minutes, everyone was sitting at their kitchen table, dusted in powdered sugar, sticky with strawberry or blueberry sauce, and working on a second goodie.

"So," Bucky asked, looking at the boys. "What's the plan for today?"

AJ lit up and, before Cass or Sarah could stop him, he said, "We're going to the zoo!"

Bucky could've melted through the floorboards. He hooked his ankle against Sam's below the table and leaned closer to him. "The zoo?" he said. "That's my favorite thing to do on my birthday. How did you know?"

"Actually," Sarah said with a knowing grin thrown at her brother, "it was always Sam's favorite thing to do for his birthday too."

Bucky looked at Sam with surprise and Sam shrugged. "You mentioned it once," he said. "Don't get all big eyed and sappy. Put those baby blues away."

"Thanks for remembering," Bucky said, big eyed and sappy. He leaned over to kiss the corner of Sam's mouth, which Sam tilted his face into to kiss Bucky properly.

"Bleh!" AJ said as he took a mini-danish from Cass's plate. It devolved into a ruckus from there.

Bucky took the chaos as a chance to kiss Sam again. "Happy birthday, old man," Sam said softly.

There'd been a lot of these, but this one was the best yet.

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[dovveri]

what if nerd momo x bimbo reader author I need u

failing maths, but getting the girl

synopsis: momo and y/n have hated each other ever since an incident in first year. now, y/n's failing a class and momo offers to help.

warnings: mentions of blood and cuts, overbearing parents, drugs, implied sex

w/c: 4.0k

a/n: this is kinda funny for me bcs im blonde and my dad keeps making jokes in chinese about how im ltr a blonde bimbo now. anyway i combined these 2 reqs bcs im lazy forgive me anon/s

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"y/n!"

you turn in the corridor, almost crashing into the burly man behind you who yells a "watch where you're going blondie!" before rushing off to a class he was probably late to.

you spot your friends who had called you, grinning and waving you over, "can't go one day on campus without running someone down can you?" a friend teases.

you pout, "i didn't walk into anyone yesterday!"

"no but you got stuck in the revolving door outside the chem building."

you whine at their teasing, you were a naturally clumsy person! sometimes you'd mix up salt and sugar, and sometimes you'd lose your car keys only to find them still in the ignition keyhole of your car from the last time you used it.

"so you coming to that party tonight? i heard some famous dj from the states is playing."

"awwh really?! i can't tonight i'm failing that dumb math class i have to take and i have a quiz tomorrow so i gotta study."

"you're failing everything y/n, what difference would one night make for you anyway?" a scoff from a student passing by, who you recognise as the infamous hirai momo from the back of her head and the evil way she sends a side-eye at you and your friend group in disgust.

"i wouldn't be if it weren't for your sad ass hirai!"

"stop looking at my ass and get your eyes on some books for once."

momo was meant to be your roommate in first year. although you had accidentally locked her out in the rain for 5 hours while you were hooking up with someone you can't remember the name of anymore. that was during orientation week, safe to say she was pissed and completely drenched when you finally let her in. she filed for a roommate change not long after, citing "poor etiquette and stupidity that could infect my genius", and being the university's most promising academic scholar, she pretty much got whatever she wanted. meaning she also got you assigned to the harshest tutors and markers as her own form of personal revenge, essentially making you fail most of your first year courses. which is why you were even taking this math class again.

the problem arose however, when you find out you would actually lose your scholarship if you failed another class. so failing was definitely not an option.

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“you failed.”

“what!? but i studied all night! i even brought the right calculator model this time!”

“miss l/n, bringing the correct calculator doesn’t help you if you don’t know how to use it. and neither does studying all night if you haven’t been coming to class for most of the semester.”

you’re gaping at the professor in disbelief.

“i’m afraid you’ll lose your scholarship if you fail the upcoming final exam. take this as your final warning. good day miss l/n.”

the door is shut in your face while you're still left trying to process exactly what just happened, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

a familiar scoff behind you brings you back though, "what is y/n l/n doing here outside the staff meeting room? what? about to blow one of your professors for marks or something?"

you spin, stepping into her space, faces inches away from each other, "you jealous or something hirai? i'll blow you too if you beg."

you revel in the way her cheeks immediately flush, a slightly shaky finger pushing up the glasses on her nose as she looks away, "jokes on you l/n. i don't have a dick dimwit."

"you don't need one for me to make you feel good."

she's sputtering, moving around you quickly to escape, knocking on the staff door. you smirk, reveling in the slight win over her but immediately forgetting the feeling of triumph when you realise you're still fucked for your final in 2 weeks.

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"y/n, you know i love you, but i cannot explain this again in any other way."

you groan, hands coming up to pull at your hair.

"but you got like a high affliction or something for this class last year! if you can't teach me i'm actually royally screwed, pleaseee?"

"it's high distinction sweetie. and just because someone's good at something doesn't mean they're a good teacher. sorry to break it to you but i couldn't teach my little cousins how to multiply fractions without wanting to commit homicide."

you wrinkle your nose, "gross dude they're literally related to you."

"no babes homicide means i wanted to kill them."

"oh... i guess that's better?"

"focus! c'mon you remember how to do the cross product right?"

"i don't get ittttttt!!!!!!! isn't that just multiplication? a times b equals ab!"

"this isn't algebra it's vectors. cross product isn't multiplication y/n."

you groan again, facepalming the desk in front of you.

your friend sighs, "sorry y/n i have to get going now. promised my boyfriend i'd go watch his game tonight."

"what?! you can't leave me here!"

your friend's already packing up their stuff though, "sorry! good luck with the studying though!"

you wail in goodbye, sitting up again and slapping your face a few times, trying to hype yourself up.

two minutes later, and you're still absolutely nowhere.

you decide to go out for a quick stroll rather than start a campfire in the middle of the library with all your papers. the evening breeze feels refreshing against your skin as you take in the sky. breathing in a deep sigh and closing your eyes briefly.

definitely the wrong idea when you crash headfirst into something that yelps a "what the fuck!" followed by the sound of smashing glass and a whine of pain.

your eyes are quick to open and you stare down at a bleeding hirai momo next to what looks to be a ruined 3D print of a final project or something.

"oh shit momo! are you okay?" you crouch down quickly, trying to collect the glass pieces that have broken, yelping when a piece digs into your skin.

"has all that bleach finally reached your brain y/n? who goes for broken glass with their bare hands?" she's frowning, rubbing her head a little and inspecting the cut across her arm.

"i-i'm sorry i-"

she sighs, "save it. i've had a long enough day as it is. being around you any longer is just gonna increase my chances of dying to some freak plane crash or something." she's standing up and brushing her hands off on her pants muttering to herself, "i'll have to call security to come clean this up."

you realise then that her eyes look a little puffier than usual, slightly tinged with red, the telltale signs of crying.

you suddenly feel terrible. whatever you had just broken seemed like an extremely intricate piece of work, and she was still bleeding down her arm but she didn't seem to pay it much mind, taking a phone out of her pocket and dialing security.

you step to the side and wait for her to finish talking on the phone. she doesn't realise you haven't left yet, swearing under her breath as she assess the damage once again.

when she turns and sees you again, she scowls, "what are you still doing here bimbo? don't you have a dick to ride or some jewelry to shine?"

you ignore her, blushing instead, "you're still bleeding."'

she looks surprised at that response, glancing at her arm again briefly and shrugging, "it's whatever. i'll clean it up later."

you wrap a hand around her wrist then, still not meeting her eyes, "let me? it'll be hard to bandage it properly with your left hand. and i kinda owe you for all of-" you gesture vaguely with your other hand at the ground, "this."

she's tugging her hand back quickly though, "don't bother. you'd probably make it worse. just go home y/n."

you sigh exasperatedly, "won't you just let me help! i feel bad okay? i can't just leave you here bleeding onto the concrete waiting for security to come clean this up."

she's surprised at your outburst, eyes locking onto yours and then nodding slightly. you don't let her rethink her decision as you drag her back inside the library, heading into the storeroom where you knew they had emergency first aid supplies.

you sit her down on the chair and rummage through the small kit for some alcohol wipes to clean the wound first.

she's eyeing you with a sort of caution, but is quick to clench her eyes shut and gasp at the first sting of disinfectant.

it's quiet for a bit while you work on cleaning her wound.

"where'd you learn first aid?" she speaks up first, eyes meting yours again.

"my little sister used to play around a lot with the rougher kids in the neighborhood. so she was always coming home with scratches and cuts and my mom was at work most of the time so i had to learn to take care of her myself."

momo hums, "guess that didn't really translate to taking care of yourself then huh? i mean with the way you're always tripping over air and stuff, you're more of a danger to yourself than a serial killer would be." there's no malice to her words this time, just lightly teasing you and you smile.

"i am sorry by the way. for breaking that. it looked like it'll be pretty hard to replicate."

"nah. i can just print another one tomorrow don't worry."

you both fall into silence again as you finish cleaning her wound, going to collect a few of the bandages to start wrapping around her arm.

you clear your throat a little awkwardly, "so... long day?"

she chuckles humorlessly in response, "something like that."

"wanna talk about it?"

she bristles then, and you're quick to correct yourself, "i mean you don't have to. just... making conversation."

it's quiet for a little longer and you're finishing wrapping her up, grabbing a small adhesive to stick it all together when she sighs. "sorry. just had a lot of pressure from back home lately. my parents keep wanting me to hurry up and graduate so i can go back to japan and take over the family companies. they called earlier saying how they're cutting off my funding for next year if i continue to drag out my studies."

"what? but you're only 23. don't you have like, things left you wanna do before you're all old and unable to move anymore?"

she giggles a little, its the first time you've heard that from her, "yeah tons actually. i've always wanted to see the northern lights and stay in one of those cute little igloos in finland, maybe go to antarctica and do some research there."

"okay! do that! what's stopping you?"

she smiles at you sadly, "my parents won't allow it. they'd disown me for not taking over their companies. and frankly, i'd be broke without them. i don't have the kind of money to keep living abroad like this if they were to stop supporting me."

you tilt your head a little in confusion, "can't you find a job?"

she's laughing then, a full, nose-scrunching laugh, "not with the classes i'm taking. i'd have to either take part-time study, which my parents would literally kill me for because it's 'embarassing' and would bring shame on our family name, or... never sleep again and take a night job or something."

you frown, sitting back on your heels.

"thanks for this by the way. you're still hurt though, do you want me to do you?"

"-and don't make a weird joke about that." she interrupts you before you can even open your mouth.

you pout, nodding a little as she laughs, and grabs the first aid box from you, gently placing your hand in her lap and cleaning your fingers.

you're caught by the way her eyebrows furrow a little in concentration, her teeth biting into her bottom lip slightly, and you can't help but think she looks cute.

you're brought quickly out of these alarming thoughts though, when she asks "how come you're in the library so late on a friday night anyway? never thought the day would come."

you groan, remembering the stack of math papers you have sitting on your desk, "i have to study for a math final coming next week. if i fail i lose my scholarship and i can't let my mom pay for any of this. she's already worked hard enough getting both my sister and me through school."

momo looks surprised at your admission, "oh. i'm sorry. i didn't know you were on scholarship."

you hum, "yeah most people don't assume it from looking at me." you tease a little, flipping your blonde hair over your shoulder and giving a little jingle of your bracelets.

"i'm not materialistic or anything but i enjoy having things that make me look nice y'know?"

she rolls her eyes, placing bandaids carefully onto your fingers.

"you don't need any of those things anyway."

you're caught again, unsure whether that was a compliment or some new way of torturing you.

she clears her throat, "all done."

you look at your hand, cutely littered with some winnie the pooh bandaids she must have found in the first aid kit.

you beam up at her, "thanks!"

she blushes a little and looks away from you, shyly rubbing the back of her neck, "hey look... i can help you study for that test next week if you want. don't want you losing your scholarship over something simple like that. plus i kinda helped go through all the first year math exams for some extra credit with the head of department."

you're shocked at first, and then jumping and squealing, bringing her up with you, "what?! you will?! oh my god thank you!!!!! holy shit oh my god i'm not gonna fail oh shit i'm-"

she's shooshing you in an instant though, a hand clamped over your mouth, eyes darting behind you, "y/n! we're still in a library!"

you grin when she lets you go, whispering loudly, "thank you!"

she's rolling her eyes and letting herself be dragged over to your table, praying that she didn't make the wrong decision deciding to help you.

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momo's standing outside your lecture theatre, waiting for your class to end. you texted her saying you were getting your final results back today so she decided to pop by and make sure everything was okay.

once students start exiting the class she slips in, walking towards the professor who's packing up her stuff..

"momo! good to see you here. although i'm a little surprised. i wasn't expecting you."

"hey professor kwon. i'm just here to-"

momo's attacked from the back, you're squealing as you latch onto her excitedly, waving a test paper in front of her face, "i passed! momo look i passed! with a 62!!!!! that's higher than i've ever gotten!!!!!"

"miss l/n. i didn't know you knew momo." professor kwon is looking you up and down with a little distaste but you ignore it, squeezing momo even tighter in thanks.

"y/n- stop- wait lemme see that-" she snatches the paper out of your hand and scans it, eyes lighting up when she confirms you did in fact pass.

"congratulations! all that hard work really paid off."

you're blushing, "couldn't have done it without you hirai. c'mon, come out with my friends and i tonight to celebrate!"

"o-oh i don't know about that y/n... i've got-"

"study yeah yeah you always do. but you've gotta relax every now and then you know?"

"miss l/n is right momo. you're the most hardworking student here you should give yourself a break every now and then."

you're nodding fiercely, "right right! thanks professor kim!"

she looks at you with a glare, "kwon. its professor kwon miss l/n."

you're nodding, waving her off shaking momo, "c'mon pleaseeeeeeee? i'll pay for everything. as a thanks for helping me. and i can afford it now too since i won't be losing my scholarship which is also thanks to you so..!"

momo's still uncertain, hand at the back of her neck again, a nervous tick you've picked up on.

"oh professor i just remembered!" you're switching back to your professor, excitement and attention everywhere, "you were looking for outstanding students to tutor next semester right? how about momo? she's the only reason i passed this final and trust me when i say i'm a pretty difficult student to teach."

"oh?" the professor looks towards momo who's eyes have widened, "i had actually planned on asking you regardless but seeing as you were very successful with miss l/n it's just even more proof that you'd be a great teacher. what do you say momo? it's paid decently and great on your academic and work transcripts as well..."

you're looking between your professor and momo with full eyes.

momo looks like she's about to reject the offer, you knew it was because her parents expected her to be back in japan next year but you stop her before she's able to say anything.

"momo! this is great! this is exactly what you need! a job while you're still at uni so you can study at any time but still get paid for it!"

"y/n..."

"it's okay momo. think about it and let me know if you're interested and you've got the job 100%. i've got to get going to my next class now but goodbye girls, congratulations miss l/n but i hope i won't be seeing you in my class next year."

"oh definitely not professor kim!" you wave enthusiastically, giggling at the way the professor sighs in defeat.

you look back at momo who still looks a little stunned.

"well? what do you think?" you ask her excitedly.

"i- i don't know... there's a lot to think about..."

you tilt your head to the side a little in confusion, a gesture momo was beginning to grow fond of.

"i can't just abandon my family y/n. it's a decision that will take me some time to go over." she smiles at you gently, you can't believe this was the same girl who used to call you mean words and intentionally pray on your downfall.

"mm okay. i don't really get it but as long as you're happy in the end it doesn't matter. now c'mon! you coming tonight or not?"

she sighs fondly, "yeah yeah just this once. and we better be home by 12!"

you're pulling her along again scoffing, "riiiiiiiiight 12pm maybe."

"y/n!"

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momo was most definitely out of her comfort zone. she mostly stuck to the bar, avoiding eye contact with people who tried to approach her. she quickly ordered another drink, hoping the alcohol could at least ease her nerves.

you were most definitely in your zone. you adored being able to dress up and let loose, especially when everyone else is so drunk you’re no longer the only person falling over themselves. you could laugh a little and have fun as well.

you could feel momo’s eyes on you and you ached to drag her out onto the dance floor and join you but she was adamant on staying by the bar when you had tried.

you’re not sure if it was the alcohol or maybe you were just attracted to her now after you’ve spent a whole week studying with her pretty much every minute of every day. but she looked good. you licked your lips as your eyes trailed down the slant of her jawline, her neck and clavicles outlined in the halter top she was sporting. your eyes politely moved past her chest but darted straight down to the abs that she apparently had hidden from the entire student body. how did she even have time to have abs when she always had her nose in a book or was in a lab conducting experiments?

you snap out of it when you realise said abs were moving closer to you for some reason, and suddenly she's all in your space, shoving someone behind you that you hadn't even realised was there in your momo-induced daze.

you turn to see a man with half his shirt unbuttoned and a look of surprise on his face. "the fuck dude?"

momo says nothing, reaching for your drink instead, sticking a finger in and swirling it around for 2 seconds before bringing it to her lips.

that was hot.

"rohypnol."

"what? what the fuck are you on about?" the guy is annoyed, drawing the attention of bystanders as they create a small circle around the three of you, you spot your friends in the crowd looking at you in confusion silently asking what's going on?

you can only shake your head, attention moving back to momo who's standing up straight, almost chest to chest with the guy now.

"rohypnol. a drug belonging to the benzodiazepine class of drugs that inhibits the central nervous system causing the user to experience extreme drowsiness and even blackout in some cases. it can also cause the user memory loss and brings the user to a higher state of intoxication in a rapid amount of time. it's street name is roofies."

the man is sputtering now, "w-what? what is this bullshit? what are you tryna say huh?"

"that you tried to roofie my friend here. do you want me to call the police? have them check this drink for traces of the drug?"

"what!? the fuck?!"

momo sighs, her eyes closing for a second, "is your vocabulary only limited to what? and the fuck? it's getting tiring talking to you."

he's gaping like a fish, the people surrounding you have called security over and they're tying his hands behind his back and he's left squirming against them, yelling more curses as momo stands stoically, watching him get taken away.

she sighs when he's out of sight and turns to you with a smile, "you should be more careful. you could've been hurt tonight."

you can't even think straight and the music is being turned back up, and momo looks so good, you can't help the way you're pulling her in by the waist and planting your lips on hers.

she makes a sound of surprise and is shocked for a second, but closes her eyes and returns the kiss, maneuvering you a little so she can place the spiked drink on a nearby table before her hand returns to you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your shoulder.

you're a little desperate when you claw at her abs that are now within touching distance, and she giggles into the kiss. you mutter a small shut up, reattaching your lips, feeling all the adrenaline of the night pumping through you as you mould yourself against her.

"god is it weird that- that kinda turned me on a little?" you're speaking between breaths, her lips swallowing up your words, not letting you catch a break.

she hums lightly against you, "which part?"

"the- when you were talking- about all those chemicals- and whatever-"

she breaks away from you then, an eyebrow arched and a hint of a smirk on her face, "you get off on me talking nerdy?"

you want to wipe that smirk off her face. "take me home and i'll show you what i get off on."

her eyes darken considerably, and she's tugging you towards the exit, grabbing the spiked drink and pouring it down the drain first to make sure no one drinks it. the little action of consideration even when you're both overwhelmed with lust just gets you more wet.

you send a quick text to your friends saying you had to leave early, and then you're in a cab, lips on each other's again, hands roaming and exploring every inch of available skin.

you suppose the one good thing out of that math exam was it bringing the two of you together at last.

[oracle-of-dream]

Submissive and huh?

Minors DNI

Summary: Your friend Taerae recently learned a new term and wants your thoughts. Explaining it might help him understand properly, but do you have the strength to tell him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Idol Taerae, Student Reader, Lewd faces/Ahegao, Mention of arousal and breeding

Wordcount: 1.2k

Math classes had been kicking your ass all semester and tutoring from the professor wasn't working out. You'd ended up being assigned a study partner. The program was meant for students struggling with the class to help each other. That's how you met Taerae. 

He didn't originally introduce himself as an idol, especially since it was an online class. No one had seen his face. But when you met up with him for the first time to study together, you instantly recognized him from TV. You hit it off over a shared hate for math and spent more time together outside class.

He'd complain about his idol life issues and you'd give him any notes from class he'd missed.

You'd just gotten home from a late-night study session at the library. As if it knew, your phone lit up with a text as you sat on your bed.

TR: Yo! Y/N, I met some fans while out with the members today!

YN: Cool. Don't you meet fans wherever you go?

TR: Well these stuck out!

YN: How?

TR: Well, I noticed them, a bunch of guys, giggling in the convenience store and pointing at me and Hao while we were shopping. I didn't want to embarrass them so I just played it cool and ignored them. But then they came up to me!

YN: Okay, some brave fans? That's it?

TR: Just wait a sec! 

TR: They came to me and told me they were fans. But more specifically, MY fans! Of course, I was happy to hear, but they were foreigners because they used a term I didn’t know.

YN: What term?

TR: Submissive and Breedable?

TR: I know what submissive means, they mean I'm not an aggressive person. That's not entirely true, but I'm submissive at times.

You looked at your phone, blinking a few times. Some "fans" dared to say that!?

TR: I can't find anything when I look it up, it's probably slang, right?

Maybe telling him that his fans want to breed him wasn't the best thing to tell your friend. He was just too wholesome for that.

YN: Yeah, it is, but it's not something cool. No one says it really, it's not the trend anymore.

TR: Really? I know trends, I'm not old, but I haven’t heard of that.

YN: See? There's no reason to worry, just fans being weird.

TR: Well, the photo they wanted was also...off.

YN: Off how?

TR: They wanted me to stick my tongue out and look up at the camera, which was super high above me. To be honest–it felt a little embarrassing to pose like that.

You shook your head trying not to imagine his cute self making lewd faces for a group of boys, but it was hard. And so were you.

YN: You should be more careful, they could use photos like that weirdly.

TR: What do you mean?

YN: Let's drop it. Subject change, what are you doing now?

TR: I'm getting ready for bed, I just got under the covers.

You looked at the clock, midnight was on its face.

YN: Oh shit, I didn't even realize. You should sleep!

TR: No, no, I'm pretty awake. Plus, it's nice talking to you. Did you want to video call while you get ready for bed?

You’d done it before, talking on video call into the night, but it was always a little like Taerae just wanted to see you.

YN: Sure, I'll call you.

You pressed the video call button on your phone. It showed your reflection as you waited, automatically you straightened your hair a little and kicked some stuff on the floor out of frame.

Taerae answered the phone with a smile, the camera close to his face.

You laughed as you set your phone on your desk, "Well hello to you too, why so close?"

"No reason, I just want to see you closely."

"Well, I can see you so closely I can count your pores," You scoffed as you went into your closet to find pajamas for the night.

"Is it weird I'm holding it so close?"

"A little, but it's no big deal. If you don't wanna show yourself then why'd you wanna video call?"

Taerae didn't answer.

"Are you still thinking about what those guys said?"

He shuffled in bed, "Mmhm."

"I promise it's nothing bad."

"Then why don't you just tell me?"

You sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll spill."

Taerae's eyes peered curiously at the camera as he waited for you to come out of your closet. You settled on wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. You returned to find Taerae's eyes filled with impatience.

You swallowed awkwardly, "You already know what the submissive part means, but the other part..."

"Breedable," Taerae reminded you.

"Yeah–It means," You struggled to find a good way to break it to him with that look in his eyes. So full of trust and purity. "It means, they wanna do it with you."

Taerae's expression dropped into surprise, "Oh, that's it? I read about that kind of stuff of fans wanting me to have sex with them. That's not so bad."

"Well, breedable means, specifically where you'd be the one getting fucked. Likely by a man. Who wants to... finish in you."

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the screen to see his expression. He'd fallen silent, thinking of a response. It felt like ten minutes passed until he broke the silence.

Taerae's voice was deep and serious, "Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Look at the screen." You looked at the screen to see Taerae in bed, holding the camera above him to show off his shirtless torso that was mostly covered by the bed sheet except for his collarbone and neck. "Am I breedable right now?"

You felt warm in your face as you answered, "Yeah, I-I guess."

"Submissive, too?"

"Sure," You said as you looked down at your hands.

"Yes or no! Sure isn't good enough, and look at me!"

You complied, looking at him. He smiled before making a face; his eyes looking up at the camera as he stuck out his tongue and held up a peace sign with his other hand.

"Jesus, Taerae!" You looked away quickly. Your heart was in your ears, pounding as the image of sweet Taerae's lewd face was plastered behind your eyelids.

He laughed loudly. "I am, aren't I? Submissive and breedable. I take it as a compliment, they like me that much! To be honest, you look all shy... You look a little submissive too."

You moved your phone so he couldn't see you anymore.

"I was kidding! Don't hide from me!" Taerae's muffled voice shouted from the speaker of your phone. 

After you calmed down, you turned your phone back over to see him still there. Still shirtless, and holding his phone at the same seductive angle.

"You're so weird!" You yelled at Taerae, who just giggled.

"And you still like me anyway. Even with all my breedable energy."

"I'm going to hang up–"

"What!? We gotta see you do the pose too, what if you're more breedable than me, we should test how–"

You cut him off as you pressed the red dial button. You turned your phone off before he could call you again. You lay in bed, alone in the dark, thinking about Taerae's face.

And in the privacy of your home, you test if you can also feel submissive and breedable, making Taerae's new iconic look. A secret he'll never know about... As if you didn't already have a big secret.

[dizzyjelly]

Help Me Out?

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You're popular and you ask the smartest girl in class to help you out with your math work, and how could she say no? She was confused as you start to actually become friends. Because she didn't understand why someone like you would take an interest in someone like her.

Cw: reader cries bc of a mean teacher, kinda loser!ellie, reader fights with her fake ass friend.

A/n: this is actually based off a real life experience, I was sadly the loser in this situation 😔 also I obviously dramatized it for the story but yeahh, anyways enjoy! There will be a part 2.

You had to be the most confusing girl Ellie has ever met. She wondered why on earth you spent your time talking to her, when you were so popular. It wasn't unknown that Ellie was a lesbian, actually it was pretty much what she was known for. But you didn't seem to care.

Math was never your strong suit, in fact you'd always struggle with it. Ellie, however, was amazingly good at it. She had her heart set on becoming an astronaut one day, and so she figured that she'd have to understand math. Joel helped her to do just that, but he also made sure she excelled.

Anytime your math teacher spoke, it sounded like complete gibberish to you. You'd even cry some nights, you know on the days she would yell at the entire class about how stupid they were. It just felt like she was singling you out. And not to mention all the passive aggressive notes she'd leave on your assignments or tests. One day, you figured why not ask Ellie for help?

She was utterly confused. Why would someone like you talk to someone like her? And out of your own free will.

"Ellie? I'm really sorry to bother you, but can you help me out..?" Your voice was quiet and you sounded timid almost.

At first, she was silent. She kind of just stared at you. But eventually, she came to her senses.

"Yeah of course! What's up?" You smiled, she spoke so kindly to you.

"Here, let me just-" you got up and stood at her desk, "number 6, and basically everything after it. I just don't get it.." You sigh softly.

"Okay, this is what I wrote." She said, merely handing you her paper.

"No, I don't want to copy yours. Can you explain it to me?" You ask, looking over at her now with pleading eyes.

Ellie nodded, giving you a thin-lipped smile before she began to talk and point things out. You wrote what she told you to and hummed every now in then with understanding. Eventually she'd helped you complete the whole thing, and you were beyond thankful.

This kind of interaction would continue to happen between the two of you for the next couple weeks. Your teacher had grown.. annoyed with this behavior. For some unknown reason she just had it out for you, because when you walked into class today, she announced a seat change.

Ellie was already in class, so she got up from her former seat and stod at the front of the room along with everyone else. You made your way to stand beside her, crossing your arms out of frustration.

As your teacher began assigning new seats, you sighed. Ellie looked over at you, but said nothing. So you decided to start the conversation.

"God I hate her. She's probably doing this just so I'll fail." You whisper.

"Whay do you mean?" Ellie whispers in return.

"You've been.. helping me out lately. I guess she just can't stand to see me succeed." You frown softly.

Ellie turns to face you once again, noticing how upset you really were. She didn't know what to say, or do. So she kept quiet and waited for her new seat assignment. After a few more minutes everyone was settled in their new seats.

You and Ellie were sat just about as far away as possible. This was definitely personal. Throughout class, you struggled tremendously. God this was just what your stupid math teacher wanted.

That day, you took it upon yourself to find Ellie at lunch. If she was shocked that you'd even speak to her, just imagine how insane she found it when you sat at her lunch table. Usually she sat alone, not because she didn't have friends, but they all had different lunch hours.

She felt so entranced by you, every word you said felt like it was burned into her brain. She admired you, truly. Even if she thought she had no chance with you. Ellie figured you were straight. Everyone knew you had a boyfriend last year, until you didn't. That was beside the point. Falling for a "straight" girl wasn't the first thing on her list, but that's what was happening.

"I literally hate her!" You complained.

"I know," Ellie nodded. "She is pretty annoying."

While Ellie wasn't fond of your math teacher either, she'd lie if she was. She'd agree with anything you said. God she felt pathetic.

"Fucking tell me about it.." You scoffed.

Ellie was confused when you say with her everyday for the rest of the week, but she wasn't complaining. She'd gotten to know you better. And she was quite impressed with who you really turned out to be.

She always thought high school girls like you were mean, but you were so sweet to her. Ellie had enjoyed spending more time with you, and she had no problem helping you out with your math work too. You were starting to get the hang of it, but it still didn't make complete sense to you.

Friday was your breaking point, you were just beyond frustrated by your work. Your teacher was busy on thr phone, so you figured why not. And you stood and walked over to Ellies desk. She blushed deeply as you'd gotten very close to her and whispered in her ear.

But you couldn't have been trying to flirt, you were just trying to be discreet, right? She began to explain the problem to you, perfectly ad always. And you were ready to thank her and start working, but before you could, your teacher called out your name angrily.

"What are you doing out of your seat. You have got to be one of the worst students I've ever had. Get back to your seat, now!" This time, her words genuinely hurt you.

Ellie watched you nervously, noticing how you'd gone silent and the way your bottom lip quivered. Her eyes widened and she felt so terrible when you began to cry. Your face ran red hot as you could feel everyone staring at you.

Ellie sighed softly and stood up, unsure what she should do. But she didn't have to guess because you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on her shoulder. Ellie felt so awkward, and, she felt dizzy almost. Holding her arms around you felt so unreal, but god did it feel good.

Your teacher ended up sending the both of you to the hallway. Where you'd sit against some lockers, your knees pulled to your chest and your head resting in your arms. Ellie sat beside you, crisscross applesauce as she looked over at you and waited. She was waiting for you to say something, anything.

"Sorry.. I'm just overreacting.." You'd finally whisper.

"But you're not," Ellie was quick to reassure, and she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "she's been so mean to you for so long. Your completely valid to be upset by her.." her voice was quiet and soft.

"Thank you.." You smiled as you whispered, resting your head against Ellie's shoulder and wrapping your hands gently around her forearm.

She'd just nod in response then try and breathe regularly, which felt impossible when you were all over her like this. God, what did you do to her? After some time passed the bell rang and you two made your way to lunch. As you walked your interlocked your arm with Ellie's, which earned you a few glares.

You were relieved to just be able to sit down and have lunch, and relax. But that peace didn't last long when one of the girls you used to sit with decided to approach you and Ellie. She sat beside you and stared at Ellie as if she were some kind of alien.

"So, this is what you're busy doing? Hanging out with.. her?" Olivia spoke with disgust.

Your brows furrowed with confusion, what was her issue? You scoffed softly before answering.

"Yeah." You begin, your tone was anything but kind, "she's way better company than any of you ever were. You guys are mean and.. fake. Ellie is nice and she actually makes me feel good about myself." Ellie watched with amazement as you talked about her so highly.

"Whatever, you're a loser now anyways. We heard you cried in class.." She started to laugh at you.

"Jesus, who cares!" Ellie finally interjects, you watch her nervously, "look I know you think the most important thing in life is whether people think you're cool or not, which believe me, you're not, because you're just like every other basic bitch you hang out with. One day you're going to realize that wow, you peaked in high school, and it all goes downhill from here. Now would you please leave us alone?" Her words came off confident and snarky.

But you saw how her hands shook in her lap. She was so nervous. You smiled at her, she did that for you. Nobody ever did that kind of stuff for you. She really was.. good company.

While Ellie had fallen for you first so clearly, you fell a lot harder. Some part of you always knew you wanted to be more than just her friend, but it wasn't until now that it really hit you. As Olivia got up and walked away, Ellie could tell how you looked at her differently.

"Ellie.." You whisper, and she nods, "you're the best." You settle on a friendly compliment, because oh my God!

You liked Ellie, you'd never expect that. Not because she was a girl, but just because she was Ellie. And it's not that she was unattractive or anything. But you two were just so different. It didn't make total sense, if any.

"Oh, thank you.." She blushed.

"Hey, let's hang out after school." You spoke with excitement, "I could sleep over!" Ellies eyes widened at that.

Immediately she thought about the two of you.. in the same bed. God what would she do. She'd have to figure it out, because of course, she agreed. You couldn't wait for the school day to end.

[vertin-is-the-frog-guys]

i'm very eepy.. but must study so i dont fail math, so here's the main cast of re19 sleep routines and related things to distract me for a second :D

vertin: this is one of the few times she unties her hair. she doesn't really have a nighttime routine, but she makes sure to take a shower before going to bed. if she's super busy, it's not uncommon to see her just fall asleep on a couch or rug or something. if she does make it back to her room on a busy night, the only thing coming off of her is her coat, so yes, she does sometimes sleep with the hat on. on a non busy night, imagine smoltins outfit for what she sleeps in/looks like at night

sonetto: ..wait she sleeps?? is the general consensus of suitcase residents. she has a very strict nighttime routine that she follows, even when she's super tired or busy. the reason people believe she doesn't sleep is her schedule. she always leaves the public areas at 9 pm sharp, but when people look in her room, they can't find her. in truth, she's just working in a more quit area of the suitcase. she always gets up at 6, no matter how long she slept for. she wears the same thing as vertin to sleep, as its foundation protocol

regulus: she's a early sleeper, late riser. always has bed head for an hour after getting up. like vertin, she takes a shower before bed. unlike the prodigy's of the foundation however, she has no schedule at nighttime, so she constantly has under eye bags. i have no clue what she sleeps in, probably just a old shirt

sotheby: another early sleeper. she has a strict bedtime routine, with many steps. she definitely has the most excessive routine. she goes to bed around 8, and gets up at 7:59 on the dot. the others sometimes time it, and she's so accurate to it it's scary. she definitely sleeps in a lavish sleeping gown, think of her i2 as it in a way.

lilya: another one people aren't sure sleeps. she does stuff around the super late hours a lot, even seeming like she has more energy then. like vertin, she can fall asleep anywhere. zeno training has also regulated her to be able to wake up very fast, even with a hangover.

druvis: druvis is a odd case. in my head, she has a room in the suitcase, but doesn't use it except for storage, instead sleeping in the (somewhat man made) forest outside. so people notice she leaves and assumes that she goes to sleep, but no one can confirm or deny. in the very cold months, or when in rains in the suitcase, she uses her room. when people can see her in her room, she has a sleeping gown, a lot like her i2 (think of the shape of the top)

matilda: basically tries to copy sonettos schedule. many people (kanjira) see this and tease her about it. matilda also goes to bed in the foundation fit, but wears sweatpants or something under it, as she gets cold often

bonus: some shorter ones of other characters

37: i've seen some discourse on what she'd wear. i wholeheartedly think she just wears her normal clothes.

isolde: has a routine similar to sotheby. the two sometimes have night time tea drinking sessions, as it's both in their routines

kakania: she keeps the brooch from isolde in her eyesight when she's laying in bed.

lucy: she watches people. this is actually canon in her voice lines lolol

tooth fairy (and madam z): they sleep with each other when madam z is around. not even sexually they just enjoy each other's presence in a very intimate way. one time vertin walked in on it and has that like, tanjiro disguised face. she already knew she wanted to embarrass them

medpoc: sleeps in the tub. that's it that's all i got for you

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

simple math

cw. fem!reader, childhood friend au, pre-relationship, dawn island era (ace is a brat)

pairing. portgas d. ace x black!fem!reader

synopsis. the math is simple: ace is cool, so you like him.

notes. oh the beauty of growing up on dawn island, running around mt. corvo. i love you, post-war asl brothers flashback arc. i'll have to rewatch you. again

"Hey, you," Ace's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "What's your deal?"

When you turn to look at him, his characteristic frown is plastered across his face, glaring all the while. It's a strange circle of events, being here in this moment.

Just the other day, what would have been typical of your coming to Mt. Corvo was Ace ignoring you and Luffy for the better part of the day. That spliced with him Tarzan swinging across the trees to avoid you both following him to wherever it was he went all the time. If you really got lucky and it was too late to head back into town, you'd help yourself to staying over at Dadan's much to the bandit's dismay.

"Damn brats keep multiplying by the day," she'd growl, going back and forth between pulling her flame-colored hair and smoking another cigarette. "Go home! We're bandits, not a daycare!"

Still, the bandit and her clan were too nice to kick you out. So you'd remain the rest of night, talking and talking and talking until Ace would snap in irritation for you to shut up. After a few days, you'd actually go home for a few days to tell your grandfather of your most recent attempts at getting Luffy to befriend his angry companion.

Rinse, wash and repeat.

This is all new, however.

Luffy is snoring, belly round with fish and a dope smile on his face and Ace is there. So is another kid ー Sabo, Ace's best friend ー who decided the other day he'd be living at Dadan's from now on. Dadan relented and now all four of you are outside by a lake, no more chasing although a dash of mortal peril still remains considering how Luffy almost got eaten by a crocodile. Again.

Something changed the day you got up the mountain too late to join Luffy in his nth attempt in chasing Ace down. By the time he finally got back, he was battered and bruised. That was consistent. What wasn't consistent, however, were Ace and Sabo's accompaniment also looking as if they'd all come back from a great battle. According to Luffy, there had been.

Now the four of you were all together, a new standard. Grandpa's not gonna believe this! You can't help giggling, wondering how the old man will react. Ace's frown only deepens and you remember you still haven't said anything to answer his question. "Sorry," you say quickly, scratching the back of your head. "I was thinking about my grandpa. What do you mean?"

"It means what I said," Ace squints at you with suspicion. "What's with you? Him I get because he told me," Ace kicks a foot at Luffy's, the younger boy's sleep completely undisturbed. That kid could sleep through anything, you're absolutely positive. "Plus he lives here. I don't get you, though."

You blink, owlishly, not quite understanding what the boy wanted from you. "What don't you get?"

"Why you were chasing me all the time!" Ace snaps, looking much like Dadan with how he clutches his hair. "You don't shut up most of the time, but now you do?!"

Sabo sighs at the freckled boy's reaction, the brim of his top hat covering his eyes for a moment. "Ace," he sighs once more. Rowdy as the blond could be, he's easily the calmer of the two and is constantly donned in your favorite color. You like Sabo, you decide for the millionth time in the past few days.

"Don't you have a reason?!" the wavy-haired boy stares you in equal parts disbelief and distrust.

You cock your head, blinking curiously, "does there have to be?" You find the bony remains of the fish you'd eaten more interesting, continuing your efforts in collecting them. You are a simple child, it doesn't take much for you to be impressed or for someone to make you like them. You figured that's how it was for everybody until you met Ace. Apparently you were wrong.

You like Demarius, Stacey, Pierre and Lisa Lisa so you play with them even if all Demarius wants to play is marines.

You like the sea so you always jump in the water without a second's thought.

You like collecting bones, empty snail shells and whatever else you can get your hands on so you take them home.

It's never been your best subject but the math has always been simple. 'Live freely and happily', that's what your grandfather always told you to do. It's why he didn't mind what you did all day as long as you checked in once in a while. Not that it was necessary because he somehow always seemed to know what you were up to anyway.

As for Ace… you look the boy over with his warm, freckled skin and wild hair. You decide, for the nth time, that you like him. Even if he thinks you talk too much, Ace is probably ー no, no, definitely ー the coolest kid you know. "I like you, you're cool," you say at last and it's nothing for the rest of your words to flow like a river to the ocean. Excitedly, you look at Sabo paying Ace's look of surprise no mind, "you should have seen him before, Sabo," you drop your haul, trying your best to mime someone swinging through the trees. Considering he's known Ace a good five years longer than you, he likely has but you still go through with the motion. "He was like phyoo!"

With a laugh, Sabo nods. "I was the one who taught him that, for the record," he tells you smugly. "I told him about this story I read about a human raised by gorillas and Ace said he wanted to try it. I'm pretty good too."

Puffing your chest, you are happy to tell Sabo you know the story well. "I knew he was being like Tarzan!" You weren't nearly as good at the movement, considering your natural clumsiness. Ace somehow makes it look easy, though. "I'm not that good yet, but it's fine I'm good with-"

"You're such a weirdo," Ace pipes up suddenly and you look over at him. It isn't much of a difference but his brow isn't as furrowed and his shoulders aren't as tense. Maybe one day you'll be friends the way he is with Sabo, you hope so at least.

You wear the title with pride, "heck yeah I'm a weirdo!"

Sabo snickers and Ace pushes him half-heartedly. "Yeah, yeah," the de facto leader of this newly founded quartet grouched on.