#Erm I'm a bit of a nerd too

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Kokichi as a ghost when Kaito goes off script in the exisal:

[star-sim]

espresso ☆ sunoo kim

☆ super mega down bad!sunoo x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time sunoo had a not-so innocent dream about you, and suddenly you're the only thing that consumed all of his senses. the problem? you're the most popular girl at the academy, and he's just a nerd. driven mad by his feelings for you, it felt like his chances with you were next to zero. it's actually much higher than he thought! ☆ genre: dark academia! au, classic popular girl x nerd, a looooot of romantic and sexual frustration LOL, a bit of nerdy lingo , loser and desperate sunoo!! ☆ warning(s)? slightly suggestive, but mostly just pure silliness and fluff :3 ☆ word count: 9.5k ☆ happy belated birthday to sunoo! the sunoo fic disparity is criminal. this is for you @ashtxrie. inspired "espresso" by sabrina carpenter. i hope i did mintchoco king justice. enjoy!

Ugh.

Popular kids.

Sunoo narrowed his eyes, clutching his textbooks even closer to his chest as he walked past the hoard of snobby rich kids. Their expensive pearl necklaces and diamond rings gleamed under the warm hallway lights, but no golden jewelry would take away how downright obnoxious they were.

"How could anyone be so loud right now?" Sunoo grumbled under his breath, pushing up his thin golden-framed glasses. Seriously though, he had a point. There was no reason for anyone at all to be screaming at the top of their lungs at 10 in the morning. But alas, here he was, rolling his eyes at the stuck-up rich kids.

The Academy had a pretty simple admissions system. Either you pay to get in, or you apply and get evaluated based on your application. Most of the students at the Academy were from wealthy families, so they obviously paid to be admitted. Sunoo, on the other hand, had more humbler origins. 

To say that he worked his utmost ass off to even be able to apply was an understatement. It was almost patronizing to see all of these kids born with a silver spoon in their mouth act so carelessly.

They all acted so condescendingly, as if they didn't get admitted because of their father's paycheck.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" A new voice interrupted Sunoo's thoughts. It was his younger friend Riki, who threw an arm around his shoulder. 

"Nothing," Sunoo murmured, tearing his eyes away from the group of popular kids. 

All of them were the same. All arrogant, all pompous, all vain, all—

"Are you sure?" his other friend, Jungwon, joined. "You look a little bit—err— disturbed."

"I'm not."

Riki and Jungwon shared a look.

Okay, maybe not all rich kids were the same. 

Because there were a few exceptions, such as—

"Are you still mad about that one time that snobby little Sanghyeok threw a ball at you?" Riki asked, blinking owlishly.

"No, what are you—"

"He's a rugby player, isn't he?" Jungwon thought aloud. "Geez, all the rugby players love tossing that goddamn football around, don't they?"

"Erm, actually, it's called a rugby ball," Riki corrected in a nasally voice.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Why would anyone throw those around? It's like a ball of concrete!"

Sunoo tuned his younger friends' bickering out. He'll admit it, he's just a little bit of a hater. 

Among the snobby rich kids, there's definitely a few exceptions. Jay Park was a pretty cool guy, and so was Jake Sim. Sunoo could've sworn that there's one more person that he didn't mind too much... He just couldn't remember who....

"Watch out!"

It happened so quickly, because one moment Sunoo was lost in thought. And the next, a rugby ball was hurling at him, pummeling him square in the head.

Not again, was the last thing he thought of before he fell to the ground, blacking out.

"Aw man, you hit the nerd again?!"

"Hey, I didn't mean to— Ack!"

Sunoo stirred. It was weird. He could feel himself gain consciousness, but his head and body were pounding. Excruciatingly.

He could hear a little bit of arguing and a few masculine voices, all muffled yet somehow also painful to his ears.

"Quiet down," a new voice entered. It was a voice that Sunoo recognized, a voice that was much kinder and softer on his ears, almost healing. "If you keep yelling, you'll overwhelm him."

Whose voice was this? Sunoo knows that he knows this voice, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who.

Then, Sunoo felt a few gentle fingers run through his hair, and then a cold, ice compress pressed on his forehead.

"Just leave," the voice told the others. "Get to class. I'll take care of him."

There's some murmuring, and then some shuffling, and finally, the door slammed shut.

And the moment that it did, Sunoo's eyes shot open.

The first thing that he's met with as full consciousness pervades his body is a sharp pain everywhere, much more amplified and extreme this time.

The second thing that Sunoo sees is... you.

Of course, that makes sense now. You were the voice, and you were the person he was thinking about earlier. You were one of the exceptions to his "all rich kids are annoying" gag.

Of course you were.

Everyone knew you, and everyone loved you. Who wouldn't?

You were incredibly sweet, had a knack for calling everyone with affectionate nicknames, and every reason why Sunoo couldn't bring himself to hate everyone in the popular crowd. He's had a few classes with you in the past few years. You weren't the top student or academically driven by any means, but he could sense your effort. 

Not to mention, you were really pretty. It was no secret that every single guy in school wanted a chance with you. Sunoo wasn't like that, but he wasn't going to sit there and deny that your face was nice to look at. Truthfully, it was difficult to not like you, one way or another.

In total, Sunoo's spoken to you a total of probably four times. Nevertheless, you were a lot more than just tolerable, compared to the rest of your peers.

Now Sunoo was in the infirmary, after that rugby ball smacked him right in the head and knocked him out. He was lying down on the gurney, a cold compress to his head. And you were taking care of him.

"You're up, sweetheart," you said softly, jumping to your feet once you realized that Sunoo was awake. You handed him his glasses that were folded neatly on the table, and then you went to the shelves. Sunoo attempted to raise himself up to sit, but almost immediately he was met with that horrible, aching pain again.

"Aghh!" he groaned, dropping himself instantly and clutching onto the ice pack on his head. 

You hissed, scurrying over to his side. 

"Don't move," you instructed him. Sunoo got a good look at your face now. Pretty, as always, but you had a pinched expression. You looked frustrated, and as you unfurled the bundle of bandages that you fetched from the shelf, your eyes traveled to him and almost looked apologetic. "Let's get you fixed up, sweetie."

Very gently, almost as if you were dealing with glass, you lifted Sunoo's head just enough so that you could wrap bandages around his forehead.

"Is that okay?" you asked him quietly, your nimble fingers brushing against his skin gently. 

"Mmm—" Sunoo was cut off by a guttural sound in his throat— "Mhm."

You pushed his dark locks out of the way, humming.

While you worked on him, Sunoo couldn't help but notice how.... concerned you looked. As a matter of fact, where were the rest of your friends? Where was that bastard Sanghyeok that threw the damn rugby ball at him in the first place? 

It wasn't like you were a student nurse or anything. Aside from just being a nice person, what reason did you have to go out of your way to fix Sunoo up? It wasn't like you were the one that threw the ball.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your brows furrowing together. Something was on your mind. 

"I'm sorry," you finally blurted, your eyes wide and nearly glassy.

???

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry that Sanghyeok threw that ball at you," you continued, words spilling from your glossy lips like a waterfall, your eyes trained onto the floor and your head hung low. As words tumbled out, you stopped your ministrations on him, your hands taking solace on the hem of your uniform skirt. "I-It was very wrong of him, and it's even worse that you're now injured, and—"

"Why are you apologizing?" Sunoo interrupted you, though with labored breaths between his words, as he didn't want to hurt himself.

You frowned even harder, your fingers wringing each other. "B-But—"

Sunoo's face scrunched. "You didn't throw the ball at me. Sanghyeok did, so there's no reason for you to say sorry to me."

You shook your head. 

"Still!" you huffed, your cheeks filling with air as you tapped your foot. You let out an exasperated breath. It smelled of coffee. "I know that it's not my fault, but— but that doesn't make what happened right."

Sunoo opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, beginning your ministrations once again. "I'm just doing what's right."

By the end of the school day, Sunoo got out of the nurse's office, just slightly stumbling. His head still hurt, but thanks to you, who missed a few classes, it hurt a lot less than it should have. Once again, you proved that you weren't as bad as the rest. 

If it was any other day, Sunoo would go to the library to fit in a few hours of studying, but after today's events, he just wanted to go back to his dorm.

It's been a long, stressful, and painful day. 

The moment that Sunoo's dorm door shut, he made a bee-line for his bed, completely ignoring his roommate Sunghoon. He threw off his uniform shirt and tie, peeling them off like they were some nuisance. 

And just like that, the second that Sunoo's head hit the pillow, he knocked out.

Sunoo opened his eyes and he was in a bed. Not his own bed, but a softer, much more comfortable bed. 

He felt a warm—really warm— almost fuzzy, feeling in his chest. Sunoo's hands feel around the bed. The sheets are smooth and clean, and under his fingertips they wrinkle ever-so slightly. Now that he was looking around, it seemed to be early morning, with rays of sunlight peeking through the windows. In fact, this dorm room wasn't his. It smelled of espresso coffee, and was so pristine and neat.

Sunoo didn't notice it now, but all the pain he was supposed to be feeling disappeared. And just as he was about to get up to his feet to inspect, someone appeared at the doorway.

You.

"You're up, sleepyhead?" you said, leaning on the doorway as a sly smile spread across your face. 

Why was he in your room? 

And more importantly, why were you in only a bathrobe? 

Sunoo looked down, and that's when he realized that he, too, was shirtless.

Instead of responding how he'd want to— confused out of his mind— words tumbled out of his lips, almost like he had no control over them. "I was waiting for you."

You giggled, pretty sounds falling from your pretty lips. You slowly sauntered over to the foot of your bed, your gentle hands coming down to brush against Sunoo's leg.

"You look so handsome, sweetheart," you rasped. The warmth and fuzziness that he felt earlier began to spread from his chest to his entire body.

And the next thing that Sunoo knew, you were on top of him. Your lips pressed wet kisses all over his bare chest. Sticky gloss clung to his flushed skin, leaving pretty lipstick marks across his skin. 

"God, I want you so bad," you groaned, before taking his skin between your teeth. You sucked on it gently, earning a gasp from the boy. You giggled into his ear.

By now, Sunoo was burning up completely. Each graze of your lips was like a scorching hot iron piercing his skin, but it burned so good. If it weren't for his fingers that dug into the crisp bed sheets, or the way that you gripped his chin, Sunoo would have fainted already. Each gasp for air as you marked his soft skin was ripped from his throat, hot lines of electricity running through his veins. 

"Please..." Sunoo pleaded through a strangled whimper, letting out a soft moan when you bit onto his ear, your warm breath brushing up against his skin in a way that made him shudder. "Please, [Name]."

Everything before had a haze over it, a blurry screentone cast over Sunoo's eyes.

But as you looked up at him through your pretty eyelashes, lips swollen from abusing his skin, Sunoo swore that he could see everything so clearly. Every line on your face, every shadow and every highlight, every blemish and every perfection— he could see all of it.

"Please, what?" you murmured, your lips spreading into a grin. "What are you begging for, sweetheart?"

And it drove him crazy.

Sunoo threw his head back, an airy moan tumbling from his lips, giving you better access to his neck. 

"I need you," he whined, his chest heaving up and down as he failed to catch his breath. "Please, I need you so bad."

You giggled again, pressing a hand against his chest.

"Anything you want you get—"

Beep beep! That was an eerily familiar alarm sound, one that was familiar enough to make Sunoo's head whip around.

You looked unfazed, only giggling again before leaning in to press soft kisses on his chest. 

Beep beep!

There it was again! This time, Sunoo's body jerked at the sound, his face scrunching. Why weren't you reacting?

"Focus on me, sweetie," you whispered in his ear. 

Sunoo complied (because of course he did), closing his eyes as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. And just as he was beginning to forget that godforsaken sound, sinking into the sweet taste of your lips...

Beep beep!

Sunoo couldn't help the way that he jerked away from you.

And as he did, Sunoo jerked awake.

His eyes shot open.

Dark room, completely drenched in sweat, burning up, and unfortunately alone.

"I swear, you always look like someone pissed you off."

"Right? He always looks so... constipated?"

On most days, Sunoo could endure his friends' teasing. Not this morning though.

He woke up from that dream completely disoriented. With his hair disheveled and face flushed, Sunoo arose from his slumber with beads of sweat running down his temple. It took him four more rings of his alarm clock and his roommate yelling at him to truly regain his consciousness— for while he was physically awake, he wasn't truly awake. Not after a dream like that.

Sunoo told everyone so far that he woke up with a fever, which was true. His cheeks were bright red, and his skin was hot to the touch, as he was bundled up in a few layers of coats. 

Truthfully, his physical condition wasn't what was causing him to be so disoriented.

It was you.

What the fuck was that dream? 

Usually, Sunoo couldn't remember his dreams, even if they were fever dreams. But now sitting in the dining hall, nibbling on his breakfast, Sunoo could remember every little thing so clearly in his mind. 

He could remember how your room looked, how your bathrobe made your skin look so beautiful, how your plump lips felt against his chest, how fucking gorgeous you look—

Clank!

Sunoo dropped his fork onto the table, the metal cutlery clanking with the porcelain plates around him.

"What's up with him?" Jungwon not-so-quietly whispered to Riki. The two watched, perplexed, as Sunoo's cheeks turned even more red, the older boy's tired eyes squeezing shut as he hid his face in his palms. 

Sunoo groaned, looking through his palms to look at his friends' confused expressions.

He felt hot. Maybe it was the fever. 

He looked down at his palms, the reddy patches sticky with a thin sheen of sweat. 

Definitely not just the fever.

He couldn't get your voice out of his head.

It was well-known that you liked to call everyone a nickname of sorts. It seemed like his nickname was "sweetheart."

Sunoo knew it was innocent, especially when you were fixing him up yesterday. But now with a new context—the context of his not-so innocent dream where you rasped "sweetheart" into his ear— he couldn't help but feel shy.

Sunoo's chest heaved. His tweed coat felt too thick now. His fingertips were held together by threads, and if he wasn't careful, he'd burst with blazing plasma. 

Tuning out his friends, Sunoo couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to last night's dream. 

He'd absolutely combust if he saw you again. Sunoo had no idea how he'd even look you in the eye, after doing unthinkable things with you in his dream.

God, there was no way that he'd ever let anyone, let alone you, find out about this. He felt like some pervert, some sick creep using you to fuel his nasty fantasies. He was not, but he sure felt like it.

Sunoo didn't dare look anywhere except down at his plate. If he did, he feared that he would catch sight of you, and completely die. As a matter of fact, even hearing the names of your friends in passing made his stomach do flips. 

The school bell rang, and now Sunoo had to drag himself to class. Murmuring a small good-bye to his friends, his heavy footsteps took him where his first period morning class would be.

Gosh, he fell asleep almost immediately last night! Quick, was there homework that he was supposed to complete? His morning class started with his elective, botany. 

Botany, botany, botany, he repeated in his head, jotting his memory. There weren't any notes due until the end of the week, and the closest test from today is two weeks. So why did he feel like he was missing something? Was there a presentation that he didn't remember? Maybe they were having a lab today and he forgot to bring his gloves. Or maybe—

Sunoo stopped in his tracks.

Just as he was cooling down, he felt his skin erupt with goosebumps, warmth overtaking his entire body.

If it weren't for his acute awareness of his surroundings, Sunoo would have tripped over his feet.

Because you decided to appear.

Oh fuck, why were you right there? Standing across the hall from him, all prettied up and completely oblivious to the hell that you were putting Sunoo through.

Had you always looked so pretty? 

Of course, Sunoo recalled how perfect your face looked at all times, how jaw-dropping you managed to look even when you didn't try. The way that the light reflected off your skin made you look like you were glowing. Like a halo.

Sunoo's face burned. You definitely looked prettier in real life than in his dream. Not even the intricate workings of his brain could capture your beauty.

A strangled noise escaped Sunoo's throat, his face turning as white as a ghost, eyes big as saucers. 

No, no, no! Sunoo squeezed his eyes shut. Of course. He had morning Botany with you! How could he forget!

"Move, you nerd!" someone grumbled as they shoved past him. Usually, on any other day, Sunoo would cuss back at them, maybe shove past them even harder. But all he could do now was stand back dazed.

He forced himself to pick up his feet again. After all, class was starting, and the bell would ring in a matter of minutes. 

What was harder than pulling himself out of his daze was walking into that Botany lecture hall. Sunoo didn't dare look anywhere that wasn't his shoes, in fear that if he even caught a glimpse of you, he'd evaporate.

With quick, hasty steps, Sunoo scurried along the sides of the hall, ignoring the little hi's and good morning's from his classmates. 

And just as he thought he successfully made it to his seat...

"Good morning, Kim!"

To say that Sunoo nearly jumped out of his skin would be an understatement. 

As you appeared before his seat, seemingly out of thin air, Sunoo felt every inch of his body flare up with warmth. 

You looked even better up-close.

"Oh— Uh—" Sunoo couldn't help the way he stared at you with wide eyes, his lips agape. 

"Good— Um, Good morning, [N-Name]," was all he could manage out.

You stared at him for a few moments, blinking a few times, before a wide smile broke out on your lips. 

You reached out, your hand resting gently on the crown of his head, completely oblivious to the way that the boy tensed under your touch. "How does your head feel, sweetheart?"

Sunoo completely forgot that he'd sustained a head injury earlier. How could he remember when something (or someone) else was making his head hurt?

"I-It's good!" he stammered quickly, words tripping over themselves. "I'm good!"

You cocked your head, your brows furrowing. 

"No one picked on you, right?" you looked around, leaning closer to him— close enough that he could feel your breath on his neck. "Did any of my friends try bothering you again?"

Sunoo flushed at the proximity. This was feeling a little too familiar.

"No!" Sunoo nearly shouted. When everyone turned to look at him weirdly, the room falling silent for a mere second, he muttered a quick sorry. "I mean— No, n-no one bothered me again."

You nodded slowly, before you brought your hand to his forehead. "You're feeling a little warm, sweetie. You aren't sick, aren't you?"

If he had less self-awareness, Sunoo would have run around that lecture hall a few times, dunked his face in a bucket of iced water, and maybe even screamed a few times before answering your question. But he couldn't, so all he could do was shake his head no.

"Good," you said with a smile. "I'll see you around."

With that, you turned on your heel, and went back to your seat. 

Class started, but Sunoo couldn't quite focus.

Sunoo felt like this had to be some joke. It felt like Jungwon or Riki were about to come out behind the curtains and scream "Gotcha!" in his face.

Because why on earth were you and him on the same path to the boys' dormitory?

After his daily study session in the library, Sunoo figured that the chances of him running into you again would be low.

But lo and behold, as Sunoo was on his way back to his dorm, you materialized from thin air and started walking with him. In silence, of course, but you greeted him with a smile.

Even after 10 hours of being out and about, you still managed to look so perfect.

In all the years that he'd attended this Academy, Sunoo's never seen you take this route, let alone go to the boys' dormitory.

Did you have a boyfriend? Or a special relationship with a boy? Sunoo's stomach dropped. What if he's been thinking about you all this time when you were taken already?

Sunoo opened his mouth to talk, but you beat him to it.

"Sooo, Sunoo," you said in a dreamy, sing-songy voice. "How's your day been?"

Torture, because of you. "I-It's been okay."

You hummed. "That's good to hear."

.

.

.

Silence.

It wasn't like he was in love with you. But for some reason, it bothered Sunoo that you could be heading to the boys' dorm for a possible boyfriend. He just needed to know.

"Where are you— Where are you headed?" Sunoo winced at his question. You probably thought he was weird now. He felt hot all over.

You smiled, clicking your tongue with a playful eye roll. "Just to my cousin's dorm. He just transferred here so my parents want me to help him move in."

Sunoo blinked.

Oh.

"Th-That's nice," Sunoo quipped. "I'm just going back to my— uh— dorm."

Of course he'd be going back to his own dorm! Sunoo chided in his head. You definitely thought he was an idiot by now.

The trip up the stairs and down the hall was quiet, awfully silent— only the distant sound of students and footsteps filling the air.

Eventually, the two of you met a stop.

"I should be turning at this corner now; his room is just down that hall," you said to him, earning a nod. "Thanks for walking with me, Sunoo."

"Of course," Sunoo said back shyly, a small smile on his lips. " 'It's my pleasure."

"No seriously," you continued, a bashful smile on your lips. "The halls during this time of year are a little sketchy. Sometimes, I can't even trust my own guy friends to walk me."

Sunoo cocked his head.

"The point is," you said, your eyes unwavering as they met with Sunoo's eyes, "You make me feel safe."

Before Sunoo could respond, you shot him a kind smile, before turning on your heel. "Good night, sweetheart!"

Sunoo was rendered speechless, staring at your retreating back.

"Good night," he muttered under his breath, not audible even to himself. "Sweetheart."

(He definitely thought about this interaction later into the night, and burned up severely.)

Although no one would guess it, the next few weeks were hell for Sunoo. It was almost terrifying.

How did you manage to show up everywhere?

Truly, it felt like everywhere Sunoo went, you just happened to show up. 

It started with little things. In the middle of class you would come in to give back a sweater you borrowed from your friend. Sometimes you would come in and sit at the back of class to make up a test that you missed, or to ask the professor any question you had about the upcoming assignment. Each time, you'd wave at Sunoo, sometimes even before you waved at your friends.

All normal, of course. Every time he'd see you, he'd immediately straighten his back to make sure his posture was perfect— maybe even brush his hair out of his eyes and adjust his glasses, all in the hopes that if you looked at him, he wouldn't be a pain to view.

All as if he wasn't screaming on the inside. There was just something about how you always had that dreamy look in your eye, like a princess. How could he possibly look you in the eye? 

Sunoo wanted to look perfect and pristine for you, but at the same time, he wanted to disappear under your gaze. Sometimes, he wanted to disappear because he simply couldn't handle the power that your eyes had. Other times he wanted to disappear so that he could look at you— observe every line, perfection, and imperfection of your face— without the existence of others around him.

No matter the time, one thing was common: Sunoo always turned four shades redder whenever you walked into the room. And it was frustrating.

"Why are you red?"

"You look embarrassed. Did you fart or something?"

"Tomato boy."

It was embarrassing, especially because his seatmates always ended up being the biggest assholes anyway.

Then, you began waving to him in the hallway. It started with small waves, sometimes with you mouthing hi or hello. But then you'd sometimes run up to him with a wide smile just to say hi.

Maybe you were just really nice, Sunoo thought, though he'd be lying if he said that he didn't wish you were giving him special treatment. In fact, it made him feel sick just thinking about how you called your friends cute pet names like darling, too. He almost had to excuse himself to the washroom when thinking about you calling other people sweetheart. You were bound to, of course, but that didn't mean that Sunoo particularly liked that idea.

All of these were small little things, pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, especially considering that you were the most popular girl in school.

But then it started getting bad.

And it wasn't your fault.

Why— just why— did you have to be in every single one of his dreams?

The first dream he had about you was already enough. Why did he need a bajillion more?

The dreams ranged from extremely mundane to scary to a bit... raunchy. And yet, you still managed to be in every single one of them.

In the mundane ones, you'd be the person that mutters a remark to him before disappearing. 

In the scary ones, you'd be the person that Sun threw over his shoulder as he ran away from the undead. 

In the raunchy ones, you'd be under him, your arms thrown around his neck as he lays wet kisses on your skin, basking in the pretty sounds that you make— Too much!

He couldn't help it. He really couldn't.

There were times where Sunoo was afraid to go to sleep. Not because seeing you was a bad thing, but because the aftermath was always bad.

Sunoo always woke up sweaty and burning up. He'd trudge to the shared bathroom and splash water on his face. No matter how cold the water was, whenever he closed his eyes all he could see was your face. Your pretty, pretty, face. You seemed to get prettier with every dream, yet dream-you couldn't ever compare to real life-you.

Seeing your face wasn't the problem. He loved to see it. The problem was that every time he saw your face Sunoo would get all clammy and mushy and warm on the inside. His cheeks would burn, and he'd feel warm all over. 

And the hardest part was that every single time, all he could hear was your voice calling him "sweetheart" — over and over, in a hypnotizing cadence that only made him want to fall into your essence even more.

It was weird.

So, so, weird.

And Sunoo thought that he was going to die.

It seemed like Sunoo was always in for a surprise.

By the end of the month, Sunoo managed to convince himself to forget about his dreams completely. 

After all, after a few days of doing his best to avoid you, he was able to assure himself that all of these feelings would disappear with time, since his attraction to you was random anyway.

Sure, you're pretty, Sunoo told himself. And very kind and sweet, but it wasn't like you and him were best buds. So whatever delusion that was going on in his head was bound to go nowhere. He was just being a teenager, probably.

He'd never felt this way towards anyone before. It was best to just ignore it.

Sunoo clenched his fists. Yeah, he'd do his damn best to ignore it.

But as he was in line in the Academy's library, preparing to check out a new book about whatever topic he wanted to read up on, Sunoo felt a pair of hands clutch his shoulders.

"Hi, Sunoo!"

Sunoo whipped his head around and jolted, a small "Ah!" leaving his lips. Startled, he nearly dropped his massive hunk of a book, earning a glare from the snobby student-librarians. 

It was you.

The moment that he laid eyes on you and your silly little grin, Sunoo's resolve weakened. Like walls of a fortified castle crumbling under the force of a cannon, if Sunoo didn't look away now he'd be absolutely beat. 

"H— Hey there, [Name]," he said quietly, tearing his eyes away from you and turning back to the front, holding his book close to his chest.

"Whatcha got there?" you asked him curiously. He could still feel your hands on his shoulders squeezing him playfully.

Sunoo looked down at his book.

Thematic Cartography and Geovisualization?

Oh god, you were definitely going to think he was a nerd.

"Nothing..." he murmured, clutching the book even closer to him.

You shook him by his shoulders playfully, a little chuckle coming from your lips. "Oh, c'mon! I know that massive book isn't just 'nothing.' What're you reading?"

"It's..." Sunoo winced. "It's embarrassing."

You pouted, a little hmph! coming from you.

"Next!" the librarian called, and Sunoo moved forward in the line to check out his book, though he was distracted by the way that you still continued to cling to him.

"You didn't— You didn't get a book?" Sunoo asked as you followed him to a library table, your hands empty.

"Nope," you said smoothly. "I'm just here to study!"

"Oh." Sunoo blinked, pushing up his glasses. It was quiet and he didn't know what to say. "What are you studying?"

"I'll tell you," you smiled, "Only if you tell me what your book is about."

He sighed. Sunoo sat down, and naturally, you followed suit, sitting across from him. He plopped his massive book down onto the table, and slowly slid it over to you.

Your brows furrowed together as you read its title.

Sunoo's cheeks burned. You definitely think he's some nerd. How embarrassing.

You finally looked up at him. Only, instead of looking at him with condescension or ridicule, you looked embarrassed.

"Um," your brows knitted together further. "What's cartography?"

Sunoo stared at you. You don't think he's weird?"

"I-I'm sorry," you continued, letting out a deep breath. You looked perplexed. "I'm not very smart. I don't know what cartography is. Or what geo-something-something is. Can you explain it to me?"

He stared at you again.

After what you just said, there was no way that he'd possibly let his feelings for you fade away. There were a lot of things that Sunoo couldn't agree with when it came to the popular kids at his school. But here he understood why hoards of boys would be at your feet, begging for just one chance.

The corners of his lips lifted. The bashful look on your face was... cute.

"It's okay," he began. "Cartography is just the science of making maps."

You looked even more confused, but also relieved. Relieved that he wasn't going to make fun of you for not knowing. "There's a science behind making maps?"

"Hm," Sunoo paused to think, "Not exactly. But there's a lot of thought that goes behind making maps."

"Why?"

Sunoo thought he was going to fall in love. He loved his friends, of course, but none of them were ever as curious about his interests as you were.

"Well," Sunoo's hands joined to make a circular shape. "The Earth is a three-dimensional globe." You nodded to show that you were listening, staring at him with curious eyes. "Imagine even trying to transfer a 3D globe onto a flat, two-dimensional surface. It's pretty difficult to do without intense distortion."

You nodded slowly, your eyes narrowing.

"Was I rambling?" Sunoo asked quietly, so quietly that he didn't even think you could hear him.

"No!" you jumped to answer, earning a glare from the librarian. "I'm just trying to process it."

After a few moments of silence, you sucked in a deep breath. "I get it now, sweetie. You're so smart."

"Th-Thank you..." Sunoo stuttered out. Did he really just ramble to you about maps? And did you actually just listen to him with interest? "What are you studying?"

"Oh, me?" you looked down, embarrassed again. "It's just history. I can't wrap my head around it and I have an exam next Wednesday."

"Oh...." Sunoo blinked. "I can help you."

And that's how he got invited to your dorm.

(And to hell with forgetting his feelings!)

Truth be told, you weren't the person that everyone thought you were.

It seemed like, to the rest of the school, you were just a perfect little angel. And the fact that you rejected every guy that made advances toward you only helped that image grow.

Everyone thought you were perfect, beautiful, and most of all, untouchable.

And that couldn't be any further than the truth.

The truth was simply that no one was good enough for you. 

Everyone had an essence of snobbery to them, something that you just couldn't get past. You wanted someone raw and genuine, someone that had more substance to them than just their daddy's money.

Which was why you wanted Sunoo Kim.

And you wanted him bad.

There was something so fucking attractive amount the way he'd push up his glasses, eyes squinting to get a better look of the board as he messily jotted down notes.

There was something so charming about the way he clenched his jaw when he was concentrated, his brows furrowing.

There was something that made your stomach flip whenever he rolled up his sleeves to do some math problem that you probably couldn't understand.

There was something that made you so obsessed whenever he swiped his tongue over his plush lips, his eyes brightening as he explained his favorite topic.

God, you didn't just want him. You needed him.

All these years, you did everything with him at the back of your mind. Would Sunoo Kim look up from his massive textbook if you wore this skirt? Maybe he'd even breathe in your direction if you got a better grade on this exam. 

You didn't get it. Everyone looked at you, yet the only person that you wanted to look at you did not.

You wanted Sunoo Kim, and you wanted him bad.

You and Sunoo agreed to meet on Monday and Tuesday to help you study for your history exam on Wednesday.

On Monday, the two of you met in the library right after school. It was a quiet, focused session, covering all the necessary sections in a short amount of time. For the first time ever, you actually understood the concepts!

On Tuesday, the two of you agreed to meet in your dorm at 7PM, because that was when you knew your roommates would be gone.

You glanced at the analogue clock pinned high on the wall near the entrance of your dormitory. Every dorm room had one, as mandated by the school to promote punctuality— all the exact same model with a red-brown base, serif lettering, and a gold trim. Yet, the clock in your dorm felt slower, much slower than it should.

6:47PM, it read, the slow ticks pushing off the walls as if to tease you.

Couldn't 7PM come any faster?

Your eyes fell over to your roommate's mirror in the corner of her desk. 

The Academy's uniform was strict. Collared button-up, the school blazer with its crest crisply embroidered on, for girls the skirt at a reasonable length: it was all very stringent. All students were required to wear the uniform during school hours.

This study session with Sunoo would not be during school hours. You picked out your best top— a pretty, white top with a delicate lace trim. You always got the most stares when you wore this one (and hopefully, Sunoo would stare at you).

You never thought that you had to put any more effort into your appearance than you usually did, but as the clock ticked on the wall, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

You knew you were pretty, but what if Sunoo didn't think the same? Did you look weird today? You swore your face was feeling puffy earlier— should you do something? What if you suddenly woke up today and you morphed into a frog-like creature, and everybody knew except you?

You picked at your fingernails as you waited (im)patiently for 7PM to come. Your palms felt a little clammy, and your heart pounded in your chest with each passing minute.

And finally, just when all of your self-confidence was beginning to slip from your grasp, you heard a knock at your door.

If it was anybody else, you would've taken your time to get to the door, maybe even shout a little "Just a minute!"

But because it was the Sunoo Kim, you couldn't help but eagerly scurry to the door. You would've been embarrassed because Sunoo could 100% hear your loud footsteps as you rushed to the door, but you were too engulfed by your nerves to even think of it.

"Hi, sweetheart!" you blurted the second you opened your door, a bright smile on your face. There Sunoo stood, with his delicate face and thin gold-rim glasses, looking composed and focused as ever. And god did that make you want him.

"Oh, hi," Sunoo said coolly, pushing up the glasses on his nose. Though, you missed the way his eyes twitched, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he sucked in a sharp breath.

The two of you stood at the door for a few moments, just staring at each other. Your smile never faltered. If anyone were to see you, they'd see hearts in your eyes and a sparkly, pink lovey-dovey aura radiating off of you.

"Come in!" you said cheerfully, letting the boy into your dorm.

The two of you got to work pretty quickly. If there was one thing about Sunoo that you could appreciate, it was his sheer willpower and concentration when it came to academics.

It wasn't like you didn't try in school. That couldn't be further from the truth; you always tried your best, even when your best didn't earn you the best marks. 

Sunoo was just another level. You couldn't understand how he did it. He was so focused and intelligent, it made your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

The moment that he stepped inside, he had your textbook and notes cracked open immediately, asking you questions that were just a little too difficult for your mind to wrap around.

"What?!" you cried, your face scrunching as jumbled words that you couldn't understand fell from his lips. You looked at Sunoo incredulously. "We did not study that!"

You could have sworn Sunoo chuckled at your confusion, his eyes squeezing into thin crescents as the corner of his lips lifted. Usually, you'd feel embarrassed for not quite being the brightest, but Sunoo never made you feel that way.

"Lee is your professor," Sunoo pushed up his glasses, unable to hold back airy chuckles at your outrage. You nodded. "Well, he's notorious for his ridiculous trick questions, right? As your study-buddy, it's my duty to prepare you as best as I can."

That's when you got up from your desk chair and flopped over onto your bed, groaning into your pillows. 

"Why do you have to be so thoroughhhh?" you whined, kicking your feet.

Your heart fluttered when Sunoo laughed. 

Yes, laughed. 

It was high-pitched and breathy, like he was sucking in breaths of air only to push it out with a pretty giggle.

You whipped your head around, picking it up from the pillow. You stared at the boy with wide eyes. 

God, how could anyone be so beautiful?

You watched the boy laugh, completely and utterly infatuated with him. He was so cute. You needed him now.

You threw your head back into the pillow, continuing to groan and whine, in the hopes that it would make him laugh.

"You hate meeeeeee," you whined, "You hate meeeee!"

"I don't!" Sunoo laughed, his hands slapping his knees, "I don't hate you."

You whined again, kicking your feet. "You doooo."

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, filled with quiet giggles. From your desk, Sunoo nudged you with his foot, earning another cute whine from you.

You were cute. And hardworking and enthusiastic. But that wasn't a surprise to Sunoo. 

Sunoo watched as you shouted at your roommate who came back to the dorm to fetch something she left behind.

"Hurry up, Yujin!" you chided quietly, trying to get Yujin out of the dorm as quickly as possible... before your momentum with Sunoo was lost. "Move it, move it!"

"Geez, sorry!" Yujin rummaged through her things, trying to look for whatever she forgot. 

When Yujin finally left, you never closed the door any fast, eagerly turning back to Sunoo and plopping down on your bed.

"Sorry, sweetie" you murmured, a frown on your face. "My friends are having a party tonight and Yujin forgot her lipstick, or something. Her stupid crush is there so she needs to look 'perfect' or whatever."

"Party?" Sunoo cocked a brow.

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes. "It's for someone's birthday."

Sunoo narrowed his eyes. 

Did you skip your friends' birthday party just to study for your history exam? 

.

.

.

Pause.

Did you just ditch your friends just to study with him?

A strange noise came out of Sunoo's lips as his cheeks felt warm.

Relax, he thought. It wasn't like it was a date or anything. Surely, you were just trying to get a good grade. That's why you chose to study instead of party.

"I was gonna go," you said smoothly, looking at your nails, "But how could I miss out on time with you?"

Sunoo's ears burned. 

"Oh— Well—" Just as words were becoming coherent in his head, you just had to drop that on him. He spluttered. "Thank you...? I-I— I mean—"

You chuckled. You got off the bed and joined Sunoo again at your desk. "Let's study, sweetheart."

For the next hour or so, the two of you were in a deep study session. Every word that you read and every word that fell from Sunoo's mouth, you soaked up like a sponge. You needed to pass this exam, and even more, you needed to make Sunoo's efforts worth it. He already spent yesterday and today helping you; you did not want to waste his time and fail.

Your dorm room was quiet now. Other than the sound of pages turning, pencils on parchment, and the distant sound of partying down the halls, the room was silent. From time to time, someone would run down the halls, probably running after their friend. You and Sunoo would look up at each other and share a chuckle.

You had just finished a practice test a few minutes ago, and now Sunoo was grading it for you. Meanwhile, you read up on your notes once again. Holding the notebook up, you hid behind it, creating a wall between you and Sunoo. 

You feared that if you could see Sunoo, you wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Well, just him being in the same room as you was already enough to make your mind drift. How could you not?

His concentrated expression made you feel weak to your knees, his fox-like eyes drilling into your practice test. His skin looked so perfect and airbrushed, you just wanted to pounce on him and mark it up and—

Okay, too far.

But still.

You've been studying for a good hour now. It wouldn't hurt to take a break, right?

You peeked over the side of your notebook to catch a glimpse of Sunoo. He was minding his own business and doing it quietly, but he looked so good that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Yep, this was the break that your eyes needed, from those hunking paragraphs of text and difficult-to-read stimuli.

"Do you need something?" Sunoo asked, not moving his eyes from the practice test that he was currently grading. 

You felt your cheeks heat up. How did he notice your staring so quickly? This must mean that he could always notice you staring at him! Fuck, fuck, fuck, were you weird? He definitely thought you were weird now, and—

"N-Nothing," you stammered out, immediately burying yourself back into your notebook. In fact, you even went as far as turning your entire back from him out of embarrassment.

.

.

.

So embarrassing!

"I don't mind..." Sunoo murmured.

You snapped your head over to him. "W-What?"

Did you hear him correctly?

"I said..." This time, it was Sunoo's turn to hide his head behind the paper, making it impossible for you to see face. "I said I don't mind if you stare at me."

You felt light-headed.

Everything— from the deep espresso scent in the air to Sunoo's soft cologne to the way his moles littered his skin to the way he was sat so attractively at your desk, spouting intelligent nonsense at you to the very way that his glasses sat on his nose— everything about Sunoo was driving you mad.

Insane.

You didn't feel like yourself. You didn't feel like the perfect angel that everyone wanted you to be.

You felt like a selfish animal about to pounce on another. You felt like you were going to sink your teeth into his neck and ravage him.

Your head was spinning. Everything was spinning. Your skin felt hot, your mouth dry, as if it needed something to satiate it now. You were thirsty, thirsty for Sunoo, and nothing would be able to satisfy you but him.

And before you could even control yourself, you threw aside your notebook, grabbed Sunoo's face, and smashed your lips against his.

In that moment, it felt like all time stopped.

You couldn't feel anything, other than your hands that delicately clutched Sunoo's face, and your lips that were pressed against his. Your heart pounded in your ears. You felt like you were tied to a pyre, burnt like a sinner at the stake, yet it felt good.

But the moment that you heard Sunoo's breath hitch in his throat, a guttural sound tumbling out, you regained your senses.

Immediately, you pulled away, stumbling back as you caught your breath.

Sunoo's face was bright red as he stared at you. He took heavy breaths, almost like he wasn't breathing before.

"I-I'm—" you blurted, your mind not quite thinking straight. When your eyes met with Sunoo's you nearly bursted. "I-I'm so sorry— I don't know what came over me."

Sunoo only stared at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. What on earth did you just do? Suddenly, you were hit with regret and embarrassment.

You spluttered, apologies and jumbled words spilling out of your lips. Yet, Sunoo wasn't listening.

Your words fell upon deaf ears. 

Sunoo was too busy staring at your lips.

And if you weren't too busy apologizing, you would notice the way Sunoo's teeth dug into his bottom lip, his fists clenching as his nails prodded into his palms. You would notice the way Sunoo stared at you with glazed over eyes, how his pupils were blown out.

You would notice Sunoo's own self-control slipping out of his grasp.

After all the torment that he's been through— all your light touches, appearances in his dreams, and goddamn pretty smiles— Sunoo could feel his resolve being torn from his hands. He did his best; he dug his claws into what determination and control he had, but alas, it wasn't enough.

And as fast as you could blink, Sunoo grabbed your wrist and pulled you in against his chest.

Holding you by the waist, Sunoo gripped your chin. 

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was desperate. "Please, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whispered, your hands sliding up his chest to hold his broad shoulders. "Yes, please kiss me."

As the last syllable left your lips, Sunoo wasted no time crashing his lips against yours. 

Unlike his usual quiet and calm self, his lips were the complete opposite. They were rough and hungry, eating you like a starved man. You whined against his lips, gripping Sunoo's hair with weak fingers. 

It was a messy kiss. An inexperienced, messy kiss that any of your friends would jeer about. No rhythm, no ebb or flow, just feeling.

But to you, this was what you needed. 

You could taste the desperation on Sunoo's tongue; the taste of someone pushed to the edge and now finally tipping over. It sent electric waves of warmth down your skin, your stomach doing flips as his hands roamed.

Then, Sunoo gently pushed you onto the bed, his lips swollen as he peered down at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked quickly, making sure that he didn't push too hard.

You only smiled. "Mhm."

Sunoo got on top of you, being careful to not crush you under him.

It looked just like his dream.

The smell of espresso coffee in the air, the two of you in bed, and did you think he wouldn't notice the white lace top that you chose to wear? Just for him.

Sunoo leaned on his elbows for support as he was on top of you, leaning in to kiss you.

Except, before his lips could meet yours, you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders to stop him.

Sunoo looked at you concerned, like a deer in headlights. Had he done something wrong?

But you only smiled. 

Gently, you put your hands on his glasses, straightening them out. They had gotten crooked earlier when the two of you first kissed. 

"Can I take these off, sweetie?" you asked.

Shivers ran down his spine at the nickname. Sunoo hummed, too eager to kiss you to even care if he'd be half-blind without them. You took his glasses off, putting it on your bedside table.

Sunoo took your face in his hands, his fox-like eyes staring into your eyes. 

"You look so beautiful," he breathed. Sunoo's head dived for your neck. His breath tickled your skin, making you let out a whimper. "So, so, so beautiful."

With that, Sunoo began pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck. With each kiss you let out a moan, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck and pulling at his hair. Your legs wrapped around him, your head falling back into the pillows to give Sunoo better access.

"Su— Sunoo— ahh," you struggled out, especially when Sunoo sucked on your skin. Although he was only kissing your neck, your entire body felt like jelly, including your brain. "Sunoo— I-I'm sensi— sensitive there."

"Sensitive where?" Sunoo asked simply, ignoring the way that you squirmed under him.

When you could only moan in response, you could feel Sunoo grin against you.

His lips nipped at your collarbone. "Sensitive here?"

"A-Ah—" you moaned, your arm jerking out to grip the bed sheets below you.

Sunoo kissed a wet line to your jugular, right at the center of your neck. "What about here?"

When all you could do was whimper, he grinned again. His lips traveled to the very side of your neck, just under your ear.

"What about here?" he asked again.

But instead of a moan or whimper, you laughed. You threw your head back again, pulling Sunoo's head into your chest in an embrace as soft giggles left your lips.

"I'm ticklish there," you giggled out. You bring a hand up to brush up against that spot on your neck. You grinned softly. "Sorry, I'm ticklish there I guess."

Sunoo nodded into your shoulder. He took in your scent, the feeling of you pressed up against him. He didn't mind that your little session was interrupted by something light-hearted. After all, he got to learn something about you, no matter how small.

And just as Sunoo was listening to your heartbeat, you pulled him back. 

"Turn over," you instructed. He did just that. You were now on top of him. "My turn."

Just like in his dream. 

He was in for a long night.

"Sunoo!" you shouted, your legs moving faster than you could think. The moment that you spotted his familiar back, you pounced on him, throwing your arms around him. "Sunoo, guess what?!"

Sunoo looked over his shoulder, swallowing back any embarrassment and shyness as you hugged him. Everyone in the hallway was staring at you by now, but it seemed like you didn't care. And if you didn't care, then he didn't care either. "What?"

You turned the boy over. It was now that he noticed the papers in your hands. You shoved it in his face, big red numbers at the forefront.

"One hundred percent!" you exclaimed. It was your history exam. "I got one hundred percent!"

The two of you celebrated (i.e. you hugged Sunoo) in the hallway, completely ignoring anyone that was staring. After all, it was Wednesday afternoon and the dining period was ending soon.

"Good job," Sunoo smiled. He was happy. "You did great."

"I couldn't have done it without you!" Your smile was so bright that it could light up the entire academy. You threw your arms around him again, this time pushing your face into his neck. You squeezed him. "Oh, thank you, thank you!"

You pulled back, looking at him with big, glimmering eyes. You took his hands in yours, squeezing them excitedly.

Feeling bold, Sunoo pushed up his glasses before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Your neck," he rasped, "I can see the hickeys."

Your eyes widened into saucers at that, immediately fixing your shirt's collar. Your face was painted with shyness, squeezing your eyes shut. Your panic was so evident that anyone could probably tell. So cute.

"Just kidding," Sunoo chuckled, before he turned on his heel and began walking away from you, ignoring your cute shouting as you followed after him.

Yeah, he'd regret that later. After all, you had him on a leash, and there was no way in hell that he could escape you. 

He wasn't going to sleep tonight, one way or another. Not if it's you.

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Jinwoo can be what you call a jock . Is he not? 6 feet tall, a finey built body fit for the demanding sport he chose, undeniably attractive to the ladies with his looks that of an idol— You get the point.

But to him, he wouldn't have it any other way. Not that he is narcissistic of course.

It's just... Well,...

This life is way better than what he had to go through when the gates were open. Sure, he hasn't completely sealed the gates away, but this peace is still uncomparable.

As he looks up at the grey skies, he finds himself tearing from the clouds and looking at your distant figure from the bleachers busily jotting down something in your little notebook.

He heard of you from his many friends, or should he remain with them with how snarky they are? They often described you in degrading means, openly mocking your appearance, and discussing well... Your interests.

From what he heard, you were quite the eccentric person back then. Almost everyone in this class came from the same elementary school after all. They said you used to be the loudest most obnoxious girl in class, which led you directly into being the figure of mockery for young kids.

It was obvious that history made you into the reclused person that you are today. He never really pays attention to anyone, but Jinwoo somewhat knew of your presence around him— After all, he sat behind you.

Other than that? He never knew anything else about you.

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Jinwoo sighs as he packs up his notebook after the subject has ended. He was feeling deathly bored despite the fact that he needs to think about the research project that the previous teacher had assigned.

"..." He feels two gentle taps on his shoulder.

"U-uhm..." Jinwoo looks back, looking back at your awkward demeanour. "...Erm... We're assigned together for this project?.."

"Ah right," Jinwoo hums, "Wanna talk about it now? It's a free period after all"

"Sure..." You fidget in your fingers, actively avoiding Jinwoo's eyes that he found intriguing but didn't point out.

"The teacher wants us to discuss something about geology something" Jinwoo says boredly. "Any ideas?"

"..."

He watches you shrink to yourself and he clears his throat.

I must have come off as cold, he thought.

"I'm fine with anything," He said. "I'm not too good with these stuff so..."

"Twilight..." Jinwoo hears your small voice.

"Pardon?"

"We can do... The twilight zone." You say.

"???" Jinwoo tilts his head. "What's that?"

"...!" He watches you perk up, a distinctive glimmer in your eyes as you start shaking your fists a little. "I-it's uhm... The twilight zone or the mesopalagic which is underneath the epipelagic and is beneath the ocean surface and erm... Well, it's 1000 meters deep and since it's so deep it's really really dark, the only light you can see are the occasional bioluminescense flickers which is like a small light made by the deepsea creatures. I-it's basically made by a chemical reaction between luciferin and luciferase which are respectively a light-emitting molecule and luciferase is an enzyme. S-since the mesopalagic zone is really dark compared to the epipalagic zone that can still has a bit of light and algae can still have photosynthesis. The mesopalagic zone instead uses chemosynthesis that happens around hydrothermal vents and uhm... Methane seeps. Bacterias on the uhm sea floor, the very very bottom or inside other animals use the energies in err... Energies that are stored in chemical bonds of some stuff. We can use that for our research."

"..." Jinwoo felt like he just died three seconds into your little rant trying to explain what the twilight zone. He can't even recall one or two words from all that talking you did which he in turn felt a little guilty for. "S-sure... Let's go with the mesopela....Thing."

And that was the start of your friendship with Jinwoo.

He didn't really think much of it, the two of you managed to get a perfect score in the research project because of your extensive knowledge of the deep sea.

Jinwoo thought that would be end of his interactions with you, and yet he slowly finds himself looking for your presence. At first, it was just simple goodmornings and hellos whenever you both pass by eachother by the hallways during lunch— To him starting some small talk with you.

It really started so simple, it really did. But slowly, Jinwoo found himself purposely triggering your nerdy side.

At first, it was just him making an excuse to prolong the conversations. But now? He was actively listening to whatever you tell him to. He still had trouble memorizing or processing the many names and chemical, biological stuff you yap on and on about but in the end— He finds himself wanting to know more about it.

He wanted to learn more about you.

The sea really seemed to make you the happiest seeing how you perk up as you start explaining the life cycle of a sperm whale, or how beautiful the cetaceans are in general.

Because of your non-stop obsession with the deep, Jinwoo finds himself listening to whale songs that somehow helped him relax more at night.

He'd always have multiple nightmares whenever he slept, sometimes he dreams of his father's death, most times it's him relieving the agony he had gone through leveling up and the phantom pain of dying multiple times— Despite his age they still haunt him.

And when Jinwoo finds himself in the torturous cycle of death and misery, he hears the distant hum of whales. In his nightmares, he would follow those songs and get pulled out of his hell.

And he swears, that in every nightmare you would be the one to reach your hand out and taking him into paradise. He would wake up with his outstretched palm towards the ceiling, a tear falling down his cheek.

He craved to touch your fingers at that very moment, he wanted to feel the gentle caress of your digits on his face, the warmth of your skin against his, the sound of your tender voice reverberating in his ears as you explained to him all about the things you love.

Jinwoo would never really realize that he himself is growing soft on you. He knows that his friends would never shut up about how gentle he is around you, but he never really believes their words.

What's so wrong about him wanting to bask in you anyway?

He just wants to bask in your presence, drown in the moment just as you are with your love for the ocean.

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"My king" Igris's small head appears, hovering over Jinwoo's shoulder. "The queen, she's"

"Out with it," He says immediately as he had just had just finished changing out of his track suit.

"...She's hyperventilating, a few unruly morons decided to mock her of her unfortunate past and she is unwell," Igris explains. "Your orders, my lo—"

"Shadow Exchange."

Instantly, Jinwoo had transported himself to where you were. He wasn't too worried about you catching him, since you were too distracted pacing back and forth nibbling at the edge of your fingertips.

He shakes his head, knocking on the desk to catch your attention.

To which it did but it startled you.

"A-ah, Jinwoo..." You sputter, not meeting his grey eyes again as you fumble on yourself. "I... Didn't see you there."

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" Jinwoo smiles gently, "Wanna go somewhere cool for a bit?"

"But... We're in school?" You tilts your head, watching him offer up a hand, waiting for you to accept his offer.

"It's okay, just trust me in this" He said.

You were hesitant at first, but eventually, you place your palm on Jinwoo's. He pulls you a bit close, his towering figure in front of you. But somehow, you felt completely safe as long as he is here.

The ground beneath you both would shift, from the pristine while tiles of your school to blue water reflecting your images. You throw your head up above your head, and up in the sky you could see fluffy and full white clouds moving ever so slowly.

"H-how?" You asked, baffled, your knees trembling as you feared that you will fall into water since you don't know how to swim.

"It's okay, it's okay" Jinwoo cooes, gently lifting your chin up. "Look at me. Look at me."

His grey eyes were so gentle, full of tenderness as it gazes upon you.

"Don't be scared," Jinwoo smiles, "It's all mine, so there's nothing to be scared of"

He then brings another hand out and flicks his finger, where the lovely sound of whale songs would catch your attention.

Your gaze would befall to your right, where a giant and majestic humpback blue whale would gracefully swim on the air.

More would appear around the both of you, from giant cetaceans to different species of jellyfish as well as sharks would fill the sky— All of them swimming about.

You find yourself so utterly mesmerized, your heart almost drumming out of your chest as you reach your hand up in the air, to which a few fish would come to your direction and nuzzle your fingers.

"It's kissing my fingertips, tickling me..." You say, your gleaming eyes looking at Jinwoo who was just watching you the whole time.

In his mind, Jinwoo would recall the conversations he has with his friends. They would never shut up about how he cant stop himself from hovering around you. How Jinwoo can't stop himself from ghosting his fingers around you. How his eyes cant hide away the adoration in them whenever you are in his sight. It was like he's this lovesick puppy.

And they're right.

He is utterly and completely devoted to you. He wants to give you everything that he has in his person, he wants to give you his paradise. If he can, he would rip his heart out and offer it to you.

He wanted to give you the world.

Everytime he listens to your ramblings, he finds himself lost in your presence. It was as if you yourself was his very own version of a lullaby.

And he wanted nothing more than to protect and love you.

"It's okay," Jinwoo says, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing the back of your hand up to his lips— Where he would lightly kiss your knuckles. "Everything here, so long as I'm around you— You'll be safe and sound."

"Nothing and no one can ever hurt you, alright? So please, just keep talking like you always did, I like hearing about your love of the ocean. I want to see the prettier things of this world, so won't you tell me more?"

⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ ଳ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⋅ ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪

That was the day that Jinwoo became your boyfriend. Days spend with him are full of love and adoration... Minus the little anxiety you have in your heart as a lot of kids in your grade would disappear. The only similarity with them was that they all used to be your past bullies that you would tell Jinwoo and people who would mock you behind your back. But since you have Jinwoo, you'll be alright. The police will be in charge of that. That is,... If they are even smart enough to figure out who this little serial killer is.

꒰ 🪼A/N: I swear I will make the Jinwoo vs Sylus soon as well as the sequel to the Assassin au. But as of now I'm still stuck in writer's block with those and I am still figuring out what to do with everything else. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Of Romance and Play Practice

@wolfstarbingo2024 - square: nerdy Remus - rating: G - no warnings - word count: 974 - based on @probs-reading's HC - AO3 link

To this day, Remus still couldn't figure out how they all were friends. They took up vastly different social circles. Like a smaller version of the Breakfast Club, he, Sirius, James, and Peter were as opposite as could be. James was the school basketball star, cheerleaders constantly hanging off his elbows (much to his boyfriend, Regulus's, disgust). Peter ran the yearbook, and was never seen without a notebook and a camera. Remus, of course, was the textbook definition of a nerd: he was the president of Chess Club, and took more AP classes than all of his friend combined. And Sirius....Sirius was perfect.

Sirius was the star of the theater program, having finally figured out how to put his dramatics to good use. He lived for the stage, and the audience ate him up no matter what his role. Of course, Remus ate him up, too. Or at least, he wanted to.

They'd all been friends since elementary school. Perhaps that was why they were able to stay close, no matter their differences. But Remus's crush on Sirius had developed quite recently, and for some reason, he couldn't shake it.

Perhaps it was the way Sirius oozed confidence. His smile was absolutely contagious and it made Remus literally weak at the knees, often times he had to sit down after Sirius grinned at him. Maybe it was the way he felt safe with Sirius. Though they loved to tease each other, Sirius never judged him when it mattered, and they'd been friends for so long, they knew each other as well as they knew themselves.

Of course, it helped that Sirius was fit as fuck.

But that wasn't it. It was...Remus couldn't help but feel warm when he looked at him. It was a bit disgusting, really.

But one night, when Sirius asked him to help run lines for the new play he was a part of, Remus agreed, because he wanted to help. He figured eventually, this crush would go away, so he should just continue spending time with Sirius like normal, acting like nothing was different. But when he read the name of the play, he froze.

"Erm...Romeo and Juliet?" he asked Sirius, who was sat on his bed, shucking his leather jacket and making himself comfortable.

"Mmm," he hummed noncommittally. "Good thing McKinnon's as flaming as I am, or I'd be dreading the kiss," he grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

And of course. Of course, Sirius needed him to practice running lines for the most romantic play in the fucking universe. What else?

"Alright," he murmured, sitting nervously on the edge of his own bed, as far from Sirius as possible. "Erm, what scene?"

"Let's start..." Sirius flipped through the script, stopping at a page and pointing. "There. I'm having trouble with the emotion, to be honest. If you could just read for McKinnon, that'd be amazing."

But Remus's stomach flipped as he looked over the script, recognizing the scene. The fucking balcony scene?

"Erm, alright," he nodded, trying to pull himself together. "How camest thou hither- er - tell me, and wherefore? Erm, the orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, of any of my, erm, kinsmen find thee here," he recited disjointedly.

Sirius chuckled and responded fluidly, "With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls. For stony limits cannot hold love out." His eyes were wide, genuine, and Remus became entranced as he listened. "And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me."

It took Remus a second to realize he was done. That it was his turn to respond. Because hearing Sirius speak of love like this, it was doing things to him. "Oh!" he nearly yelled as Sirius gave him an expectant look, jumping a bit. "Erm. If- if they to see thee, they will murder thee. Fuck, this is intense, huh?" he commented, scanning over the script.

Sirius laughed and ignored his comment, going on, "Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look though but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity." He said those words with a small smile, eyes on Remus's.

"I...I would not for the world they saw thee here," Remus nearly-whispered, looking at the paper and back at Sirius, who was still watching him with a strange look in his eyes.

"I have night's clock to hide me from their eyes," he whispered, moving closer to Remus- and when had he gotten so close, they were side-by-side, now!- grabbing his hand lightly. "And, but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."

Remus swallowed, drowning in the look Sirius was giving him, squeezing his hand and allowing the heat and tension to wrap around their bodies. He wasn't imagining it, was he? Was Sirius feeling it, too? The way the very air was pulsating, urging him to move forward, to bring their lips together?

He hoped so.

"Sirius," he murmured, his head hazy, hardly bothering to look at the book, too distracted by the moment.

But Sirius seemed to be contemplating something. "Move not while my prayer's effect I take," he murmured, causing Remus to wrinkle his nose in confusion, before Sirius leaned forward, hand grazing over Remus's jaw and pulling their lips together.

And it was like fireworks. Hearing Sirius talk about love with the words of a poet had just made Remus's crush bloom into something more, and he couldn't resist grabbing for him, wrapping his arms around the other boy, pulling him closer until they were completely entangled in each other, their lips and teeth fighting for control of the best kiss Remus had ever had in his life.

[ghuleh-recs]

hi! i'm a new Ghost fan and i would love to get some fic recs since i don't know where to start. 😊 i'm pretty much open to anything but something with lots of feelings (hurt/comfort), Papa IV x someone, and around 15,000 words would be great. thank you in advance 🧡

hellooo! welcome to our little satanic corner of tumblr!! i'm so sorry this took me so long—i had a tough time finding fics that matched your criteria. i hope it's okay that i focused on "feelings" more so than hurt/comfort specifically. definitely give these writers a follow if you haven't already. (i also wasn't sure what you meant by "x someone" so i threw in a mix of x reader, x ghoul, and x oc.) feel free to dm me or send another ask if i didn't get it right this time! i can also point you towards a bunch of fantastic writers ♡

recs under the cut!

x ghouls

paper armor - @ratballet - copia x dewdrop

“Horns,” Aether says quickly, like the words in his mouth are searing him. “It’s his horns.” He spares a glance at Dewdrop’s door, like he’s afraid he might be pressed up against it, listening. “He’s shedding them." Dewdrop is shedding his horns. Copia tries to help.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - @st-danger - copia x aether x dewdrop

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk. *No Man Taketh From is another favorite of mine with Papa IV and Aether.

x reader

A Message From the Bulletin Board - @writingjourney - copia x reader

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad. Or: You and Copia are secretly crushing on each other. You both have to reach maximum desperation before you make a move. * if you're in it for the long haul PLEASE read I Knew Nothing But Shadows THE hurt/comfort fic of all time. you won't regret it.

Confessional - @da-rulah - copia x reader

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having… *check out Rituale Septem while you're at it. lotsss of feelings but with Papa III, instead.

x OC

sweeter red - @anamelessfool - copia x oc

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

you found the ache in my argument (series) - @the-lisechen - copia x oc

In which two reasonable people from different religious disciplines have a conversation. (A study in faith, hope, and love.)

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Celestia: Celeste's was honestly pretty easy to do. Gave her some more red accents for flair and kept a bit of that gothic lolita look. She's in the stage of her life where she started her gambling escapades and escaping her old life as well as her old name. Also, she liked Disney princesses semi in secret because I say so. Though, in actuality, it's because in original Celeste's dorm, she's got these sort of Disney princess perfume's or shampoos. Not sure what they are exactly. They are in her dorm though! Here's an image and the source!

Wonder who her favorite princess is... I wanna say Aurora from Sleeping Beauty but I legit have nothing to back this up. Or... hmmm... Maybe Tiana due to her hard work and determination? Gosh. I love how I'm speculating this stuff when I barely even care for Disney! Ha! Hifumi: Really wanted him to look like a nerd in a sense but not the overly annoying and super obnoxious kind. Just a good amount mostly while trying not to go overboard. Though, he's giving so much "erm, actually" energy but in an endearing way. Like, he's a bit mild mannered and shy with his biggest interesting being his art and writing but he's still a nerd. Aw! Now I'm imagining him drawing everyone little doodles cus he wants to finally make some friends! That's kinda wholesome! Also, I gave him little pins that are probably/definitely Princess Piggles related. He's also got some merch on him at all times in his bag too in case he loses a pin! The bag is not merch itself though. Maybe he's still a bit shy to show his interest in full? Toko: She's kinda how one would expect a middle schooler version of her to look. Pretty scrawny, baggy clothes that she fidgets with, a pretty shy looking demeaner. An anxious noodle of a girl. She's still distrusting as hell towards people. Also, acne! I felt it really fit for Toko in particular. Also I kept her hair the same cus I just felt it would be weird to tear it down quiet yet. I like her hair specifically being not braided in UDG's. Kinda symbolizes her change in a sense. Like, the wildness of it showing she's more free. But, back to the kiddie design, one other thing I did was keep the idea of a longer skirt. Feel it fits her best cus Toko's just insecure about herself like that so she hides with the baggier clothes. They also bring her comfort and hide her scars. Syo: Not sure if Syo has done any murdering at this stage but Syo is here! The scissors hide under the sweater! Also, unrelated, i am now imagining her specifically not with her iconic scissors quite yet ONLY because the idea of her running around with some safety scissors and threating people with them for fun while an anxiety riddled Taka is trying his best to salvage the situation. Like, how could I pass that up?! Beautiful! Yasuhiro: Basically gave him less hair, shorts, and a slightly different shirt. Gave him sandals still too. Nothing else to really say after this besides the fact that he is still pretty chill but also a dummy.

[yousei-no-mori]

Ijiranaide, Nagatoro-san - Rant

I am currently watching season 2 and I have some thoughts (about both seasons).

First of all why did I start watching this anime? Erm... So I know what the target audience is, it's people who self insert as Naoto and want to date Nagatoro. As for me? Oh, it's the other way around. I think Naoto is cute and I want to bully him. I thought maybe my female friends were similar but the only friend I have who read the manga wants to make out with Nagatoro. Sorry, I forgot lesbians exist.

Uh, anyway yeah Naoto is cute and I want to be Nagatoro. Not sure if girls like me watching this was intended since these anime are usually made for lonely dudes, lol. Anyone else feel like me though?

The scrunkly.

Okay, so, my thoughts on season 1... Lemme check the episodes to bring back my memory a little bit, as I watched that to calm down from the stress that is social work during last Winter.

The first two episodes made me really scared to watch this series, for real. Nagatoro just straight up mentally tortured Naoto, and not in the hot way. I felt really bad for him because I know what it's like to be the shy nerd kid. Anyways at around episode 3, I think, Nagatoro starts showing her softer side more. And she hardcore crushes on Naoto.

The dynamic between Nagatoro and Naoto is really cute in my opinion, even if it is very simple. Nagatoro has her first crush because she finally found a guy that doesn't bore her to death but she doesn't know how to handle it so she bullies the fuck out of him. Naoto is pretty much the opposite? He doesn't really realize how much he likes Nagatoro sometimes and thinks he would rather not be around her. He tries to manage that by fighting her off in which classic anime romcom things happen. You know the "Holy crap you did something on accident, PERVERT!" thing, except it sometimes works really well. Maybe it's just because I think both of them are really cute, but I like when they have their little "Oh god, we both fucked up" moments.

Then there's the more obvious romance aspects and they're by far my favorite. The momens of honesty and the cute glances... Yep, they're adorable. I don't want to give away too much, sorry. Just know it's, in my opinion, the best thing in the series.

I don't care for the side characters by the way, but they can be enertaining when they point out how obviously both of our main characters are trying to "prove" that they don't like each other. They're the audience, the "just kiss already!" guys.

Also funny face cute. I like when she snaps. I like her. The cutesy. Okay no, for real, I love when Naoto and Nagatoro support or protect each other when they really need it. They can be a bitshitty towards each other sometimes but in the end they're actually kinda... healthy? Like Nagatoro is creepy but I love when the girl is a creep instad of the guy, since Naoto is actively watching out not to disturb Nagatoro. And how she will constantly accuse him of being a creep makes sense later when you realize that she's actually much worse than him, lol.

Okay let's get to season 2, since I keep using too many screencaps of that season anyway.

Oh boy, another anime studio took over with season 2 (now OLM, before it was Telecom) and it's very noticeable. The animation is stiff and sometimes just straight up doesn't move right, the art is a lot more bland, in season 1 there were a lot of beautiful warm colors and lineart, and the voice direction is very strange... That and also our main characters seem to regress a bit? Now being overly flustered over small things that they would've been fine with in season 1? I get it, they're supposed to be cute and awkward but it's the classic romcom regression...

I'm in the middle of watching season 2 and sadly the things I loved in season 1 just aren't that apparent anymore. It's still cute and I love Naoto and Nagatoro together, but I can hardly pay attention to that when Naoto is animated like Chargeman Ken.

^ little appreciation for the beautiful lighting in season 1!?

Anyway, Ijiranaide, Nagatoro-san will forever be my biggest guilty-pleasure comfort anime and I'm only a little ashamed.

Love ya

[diancite]

I KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THESE. magical girl au refs for cynthia and diantha except they're vaguely incomplete cuz i'm lazy LMAO. diantha's design is bound to change a bit eventually but im p happy with cynthia's.

some notes about the au/fic below the cut since i keep forgetting to actually share !!!!

in this fic magical girls are treated somewhat like?? idols i guess??? idk it wasn't intentional but that's just kind of what happened. there's like. agencies that manage magical girls and give them assistance/work to do . the system's fucked though.

all kinds of supernatural stuff happens!! pokemon do not exist but magical beasts of the same origin as magical girls do! and they're. fairly similar to pokemon in many aspects

magical girls aren't the only people with magic. there's just a very specific phenomena that goes on w/ magical girls specifically. they've existed since the beginning of recorded history! (and guess who's a huge nerd about that.)

anyway. character specific notes. i'll start w diantha bc she's the "protagonist"(read: first half of the story is in her pov)

she's still an actress in this au!! she probably could've unlocked her potential as a magical girl as a teenager if she'd... just had the time to . oopsies.

she didn't. become a magical girl until the start of the story (she's. 26. that is a VERY late age to discover that in this!!!!)

dating malva. lives with her as well. how cute hope nothing happens to their relationship(smiles)

is assigned on the important task of apprehending a powerful rogue magical girl(cynthia!) who has evaded every attempt in the past four years. hmmm wonder how this will end up!!!(sorry. im giggling writing this all out)

her weapon is a rapier similar to the one diancie is seen with in the oras animated trailer i'm just not 100% satisfied w my design for it yet. lol rip

aaand cynthia. wonder what her deal is!

she's a Very experienced magical girl. she is also a mid 20s disaster who is trying to juggle school with erm. being a wanted magical girl.

she used to be in the same agency that diantha is now in, but ran away after finding out some. Very Classified information.

so many people want her gone. too bad she's almost untouchable. (there's. a Ranking system for magical girls but i don't feel like explaining it. know she's probably one of if not the most powerful one alive tho)

is trying to unravel the mystery of where magical girls actually came from. (this is part of what led her to discovering some things she shouldn't have.) however her quest for Knowledge isn't. really that important to the main plot of the fic. i may make a spinoff about it tho if i ever get to that point lmaooo

ok genuinely i cant share too much about cynthia without just spoiling all the fun surprises i have planned for the story sorry

take some shitty aggie doodles i did a while back as thanks for reading all of this <3

[punk-junkie69]

Beast Bound Earth Eaters Characters (so far)

This is for my manga and I'm barely even started it 😔 but I have some sketches of the characters I have in mind and some descriptions!! Sklavias will be shortened because he's the main character and the story should tell you about it more

Sklavia!!

He/Him - Russian - 16-17

He's kinda a big jerk and open minded about things but he's super quiet due to not being used to have anyone listen to him. He doesn't really care about much and finds himself just there half the time with no thoughts behind his eyes. Even though he is pretty monotone most of the time, he's not opposed to expressing his ideas and emotions whenever someone bugs him (cough cough mei-)

He's kinda just not very empathetic at all if someone doesn't relate to him because his morals lie at "if I haven't dealt with their issue, how am I supposed to help?" And sometimes when he does relate to someone, he just doesn't care enough to help because he's close to like... no one.

He's a pretty unclean person, not caring about his appearance much and avoiding basic hygiene because it's like... new to him still and he hates it because it seems redundant, but Rayusha always forces him to at least brush his teeth.

He acts like a cat alot of the time! Mostly because of his partical/umbre parts of his brain and anatomy, but also because that's just how he is.

He's alot more in depth and has more to his character but that's a SURPRISE!!!

He also eats rocks

Nayara!!

She/It - Beast Umbre - Class 2C

Despite Umbres not having any gender, when Sklavia and Nayara met, she kinds just adopted the idea that she's femme because 6 year old Sklavia decided that for her.

She's much like a cat stuck in a giant beasts body. She's very playful with people she likes or deems safe for Sklavia to be around, otherwise she's extremely protective and observant, always on the lookout for any danger. She can intimidate unexpected humans pretty easily, even when she doesn't want to. She just forgets that's she's huge lol.

Rayusha!!

She/Her - Estonian - 23

Rayusha is a higher ranked agent in the organization and takes her job very seriously... not gonna talk about her bitching at her coworkers and boss erm...

She's a very serious person but her attitude can get the best of her. She's rather loud and angry all the time, expressing her feelings very loudly and letting everyone in the room know why she's pissed off and they should all die.

Despite this, she still has somewhat a heart and will look out for Sklavia, even if she calls him a dumbass the whole time

Callum!!

He/Him - Turkish - 17

Callum is a little bit underdeveloped at the moment, but he's still got some character. He's a smart guy and will point things out like a total nerd (☝️🤓) and not care if someone is listening or not

He'd be really into star wars if it existed in the BBEE universe but he has to stick to a parody version of it LOL he also is very into military esc stuff and especially airplanes because he finds them cool and will ramble for hours about every little thing he knows

He has bad coordination but he tries. He's also dyslexic!! And is scared of bugs ^_^

Bonnie!!

She/Her - Australian - 23

She's much like a caretaker character, always willing to help out and look after anyone, even if she doesn't know them. However, she's a biiig people pleaser and won't recognize when she needs a break because she only worries about everyone else, always wanting to keep her loved ones happy. (Its kinda crucial since so many of them DIE on the job) and sometimes Rayusha has to drag her to her room to take a well deserved nap.

She's very much into exploring too! She loves creatures of all kind but especially bugs and moths! She's a bit embarrassed about this interest as she's been called a need about it since she'll go on full expositions because someone made a joke and said there was a weird creature in the woods.

I wanted to give her Indiana Jones vibes!

Joon-Ho!!

He/him - Korean - 17 (Joon/Jon)

He prefers to lurk on the background and observe others. He's similar to Sklavia with being quiet and such but he's not as rude or open about his feelings. He likes to keep to himself and be super mysterious, which is hard to do when Mei spreads rumors about him as a joke. (They're siblings!) He often has a very protective aura to him, wanting to keep Mei close to him and make sure she doesn't go wild and out of control like she does.

He's a very clean person in comparison to Sklavia, shuttering at the very sight of dirt near him. He's very strategic about things and likes to be extremely organized, which is hard to do sometimes when everyone around you is so chaotic.

He also likes karate! He's very good at it. He admires samurai as well and aspires to become like one one day.

Mei!!

She/Her - Japanese - 16

(I don't like her colors 😐)

Mei is erm... a bit odd. She obsessives over her crushes and will kinda go insane over them. (Not in a yandere way but more like she's stalk them or always look at them when they're in the same room)

Her current crush is Sklavia, who has no romantic interests at all and finds Mei annoying. She is definitely annoying, very much having younger siblings energy all the time.

She actively likes to bug people and will make jokes that seem inappropriate or out of the blue because she just likes to be the center of attention. She also fangirls over everyone alot, always gushing over people she admires, not just crushes, and will devote her whole life and personality to them.

Other than that, she usually looks sweet but she'll often threaten people and act a bit insane. Sounds cringe but her mind is just kinda, like that. Idk what's wrong with her.

That's it for now!! More to come soon when I have ideas ^_^

[opttagoyeo]

SUDDEN NH IDEA!

Nerd Naruto x Nerd Hinata

Popular Naruto x Nerd Hinata

Office Worker Naruto x Doctor Hinata

He used to be a cute, cute nerd.

He used to hang out with them a lot.

He used to loved the books she recommend to him.

They used to talk a lot.

But now he's the Popular guy, and even an ounce of his attention can't be directed onto her.

Suddenly, her Naruto-kun changed into this, into the man she doesn't recognize.

He used to be so cute, and adorable and.. and.. handsome.

***

"Hinata. You called to me, yeah? Wassup."

*she frowned immediately, where on earth does he learned to speak like that? it was rather embarrassing for him to please people just because he became popular*

"I.. need to talk to you, about something important. "

*his chiseled face turned into a frown*

" And what is it, that you even brought me to the utmost corner of this.. err library? Sounds boring to me—"

*he cannot continue his words for he felt her glare burning him into ashes, he just coughed.*

" Naruto. "

" -kun? Didn't you used to call me Naruto-kun with your cute voice, yeah? What's stopping you, Hi-na-ta? "

*his words ranged to her ear and she almost crumpled the letter on her hands, at first, she thought that Naruto's change was for the better but then, it turned him into this montrosity she's quite not fond of. It ticked her, and she definitely missed the old Naruto-kun.*

*she cleared her throat before carefully glaring to him*

" I'm here solely because you used to be one of my close friend.. and I—"

*his scoffed bounced off against the wall a little too loud, she tried to warned him but he just rolled his eyes*

" What? Used to? Hinata, aren't we still friends?"

*he then laughed*

" Y-yes.. though not as the same as we were before. "

"... " *he didn't replied back anything but his face are saying everything there to be said*

" Erm... as I was saying. You're a friend of mine, and I thought it's important for you to actually know that after this year's graduation, I will go straight to abroad for college. "

*the clock ticked by before realization hit Naruto's gut, widening his ocean eyes*

" What?! "

" S-silence, Naruto! "

*he grumbled as he crossed his arms against his chest, flexing his muscles against the tight shirt he's wearing*

" So you're actually going to abroad, this year? Wow, talk about being in a richa—"

*before he can continue his random babbling, hinata immediately pushed the letter onto him*

"Before I leave, I'm giving this letter to you."

*his gaze fell upon the letter, sealed, with white color. his lips turned into a smirk*

*he leaned back against his chair and stare to her pearly orbs*

"My, my, my! Are you serious? You're not gonna, like, confess to me or something inside this letter right?"

*hinata almost flinched.. almost. but not because naruto 100% right, it's because of his tone which she doesn't like. it's full of mockery and hidden disgust. as if he's used to rejecting girls that worships him.*

"Don't read that letter before I leave. At least read it after I went to abroad. That's my last wish, for you. "

*he stilled, what the fuck is in this letter that makes hinata this secretive? it's just a fucking letter?!!!*

"Now, now, you're making me incredibly serious. I feel like I can't hold back myself and just want to rip it out and.. and—"

" And read it? Please, Naruto-kun. Please read it after I went to abroad, okay? That's the only thing I want from you."

*damn it, he cursed internally. he may reject everyone and don't care about people's wishes. but this is hinata we're talking about. he might be damned if he didn't listen to her, especially when she looks like that, doe-eyed and worried face. fuck it*

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. I won't, happy now?"

*her lips upturned and gave him a timid smile, not the one that reaches her cheeks. but atleast her eyes aren't as worrisome as before. naruto's tiny bit self missed the sunshine-y smile she always gave to him.. he cannot help but reminisce.*

"Thank you."

"I'll get going then. Goodbye, Naruto."

*phew. she's done. she's finally done*

*she left the library with a heavy heart but nonetheless happy how the situation turned up better than she had expected it to be*

10 years later >>>

"Patient Uzumaki?"

*the nurse asked in the hallway, a tall man raised his hands gently before standing up on his all glory.*

"This way, please."

*the two of then entered another room that leads to another dull, hallway with nothing to see other than the slick designed windows on his right that emphasizes the blue sky outside.*

*they came into a halt when they got into a large door, beside it was a intricated bronze plate attached directly to the wall. naruto squinted his eyes, is it.. Hyuuga?*

*a deja vu washed over him when he read that*

"Mister?"

"A-ah!"

*he scrambled to walk when he realized that the nurse was patiently waiting for him to enter the door, which is now opened thanks to her.*

"Sorry."

*the nurse just subtly nods as an answer and naruto cannot help but grimaced to himself*

"Doc, you're patient is here."

*she gently informed against an opaque sliding door, that made naruto think that it was his doctor's office, well, obviously.*

"Please, enter."

*an authoriative voice from the inside affirmed, making naruto suddenly flinched. although he cannot help but to think that the voice is somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere*

*the nurse opened the sliding door and entered, Naruto did the same before he closed the door behind him*

"Doc, he's here. I'll leave you two, then."

"Thank you, Mikiwa."

*she bowed before turning her heels and walking pass him as she left the room*

"Please, sit."

*the doctor left him with no choice but to obey, his nervousness getting the best of him. his gaze fell upon his knees, his hands on them clutching the fabric of his pants. fiddling them as to reduce the anxiety blooming over him*

"Uzumaki, Naruto.. san?"

"Ah.. yes. T-that's me!!"

*due to the sudden voice, his gaze immediately turn upwards to a pair of pearly orbs directed to him and the familiar midnight hair accentuanting a beautiful familiar face*

*he feel his stomach drop*

"H-hinata?!"

>>> Hinata's drunk >>>

*naruto isn't quite sure how this changed brought to his relationship between hinata but now he's infront of the drunk doctor, sitting infront of her. seeing her on her drunk glory.*

*he can't deny that she looked incredibly adorable but he bite down the thought immediately before he can relish the feeling*

*suddenly, hinata removed the eyeglasses she's currently wearing*

"Naruto-kun~, lean over, here~, okay??"

*her slurred voice pleaded*

*and who is he to disobey it?*

*she immediately puts the eyeglasses onto his, yet delicately even at her current state*

"Wah~"

*she smiled softly to her masterpiece*

"Don't move, ne, Naruto-kun~"

*he gulped nervously, isn't it done? what could she be possibly do in that state huh?*

*his whole world freezes when he felt her hands gently on his hair, before she messily patted it to her desired form*

"Wh-what the hell, Hinata!"

"Shh!~ Aym, busyy~ Hihi!"

*he sighed loudly, he cannot imagine for the love of god that he would be facing this drunk woman and experience this right now. if you told him this would happen, two hours ago, he would've laugh at you on how ridiculous you sound*

* when she's done, she immediately removed her hands on his hair, and damn it, naruto cannot help but miss her hands tangled up on his hair already*

*she sit again across to him*

*her eyes crinkled into a delight smile, her hands under her chin, cupping them and now, she almost shine against the dark of the night. or maybe it's him imagining things again*

"I like it!~"

*she excitedly beamed*

"What do you mean you like---"

*suddenly, she's looming over him, her small hands cupping his cheeks, and then.. and then*

*her lips touched his*

*after she kissed him, she returned to her sit*

*his cheeks burned, the soft taste of hers lingering against his lips*

"Ah.."

*then all of a sudden, she just passed out cold. her head against the table, but before hinata's head hit the wooden table, naruto aided to her by laying out his hands..to support her fall*

>>> A day later >>>

*It's unfair*

"...Like.."

*at the background, shikamaru's voice is busy handling affairs and appointments for his one of a kind boss.*

"Then..I like that, Yuzuru-san."

*he finished talking with the man behind the phone*

*" I like it~"*

*hinata's voice last night boomed against his mind, naruto wants to just work silently but it's not helping that hinata's voice is still lingering, pushing itself on his mind*

*what is she implying by that?*

*does she like his face? or his eyeglasses she gave? or was it his messy hair?*

*he doesn't know which one?!!!*

"Stop, saying like!! "

*he shouted angrily, enough to make the other people flinch in fright.. even shikamaru*

*a grumbling shikamaru arched his eyebrows*

*a silent question, "what the fuck?" looming over shikamaru*

"This is driving me insane, she.. SHE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!! "

>>>TBC>>>

[girl4music]

“It’s OOC for Willow to be doing this.”

3x18

*Interrogation with Jonathan takes place*

WILLOW: "Fantasy's are fun, aren't they Jonathan?"

JONATHAN: "Uh... I guess."

WILLOW: "We all have fantasies that we’re powerful, more respected. Where people pay attention to us.”

JONATHAN: "Uh... maybe."

WILLOW: "But sometimes the fantasy isn't enough, is it Jonathan? Sometimes we have to make it so people don't ignore us. Make them pay attention. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

JONATHAN: "Erm, you... Want me to pay attention?"

They may be overdoing it a bit with the magic addiction metaphor but it’s not OOC because it’s not about the magic. People need to understand this. It’s never been about the magic. The only reason why it’s magic is because that’s the channel to which to have power and control. It’s what Willow is best at so of course it’s magic that would be the substance to abuse. But the whole point is to have that power and control to make people pay attention to her. To not regard her as worthless. We, of course, know that that isn’t the truth of who she is. People do not view Willow that way anymore. But she still believes that they do deep down. Her mindset is still that of somebody who is just faking their confident persona and people will see right through it to the nerd within. Even as powerful as she is here, she still feels like she’s a fraud, an imposter, and if she doesn’t keep up with this overcompensated dangerous identity she’s taken on, they’ll get tired of her. They’ll leave her behind because she’s nothing more than a wannabe and not a true hero to the cause of the greater good. Not a true witch. Not a true lesbian. Not a true anything except a hapless, loveless, useless loser. That’s why she does all this chaotic, violating, destructive shit with her magic. She believes that if she doesn’t show her immense power as often as she can and to as much extent as possible, she will be exposed for being fake.

It’s got nothing to do with magic. It’s a severe insecurity issue brought on by unchecked emotional complex trauma of bullying and abuse from both her school and home life. Why the writers depict all of this as if it’s only to do with magic addiction is maybe something they shouldn’t have done. I will agree with that. But it’s not out of character. It can’t be because Willow has been power hungry for a long fucking time in the show. We just didn’t want to see it. We didn’t want to think of Willow as going down a destructive path with her magic usage. We didn’t view it as corruption that she was quickly accumulating power. We viewed it as ‘Uber Witch’ heroism. But now in this season it’s revealed to us for what it really is. Villainy. This is something Willow herself doesn’t realize and it’s part of what makes it so real and relatable.

So what if it’s through magic? That’s not the point. And it has never been the point. That’s just an effective tool through which to use and explore the themes of power corruption and addiction with. And maybe I’m giving the writers too much credit here but I feel like it’s purposeful for it to seem mixed signal-y because the majority of people watching this arc are looking at it through the perspective of all the other characters. Not through Willow. But this is what is going on in Willow’s head. This is her paranoia hitting her full force. Maybe she does feel out of character. Maybe she’s doing the most to not feel that way. Maybe it all still is just a fantasy for her and she will never truly achieve what she wants. She will never achieve true love. She will never be a hero equal to Buffy. She’ll always be a loser no matter how hard she tries not to be.

Again, we as the audience see that that is not the truth. But it’s true to her. It’s her reality. Because that’s just how mentally ill she is. And they do not tell you this until it’s way too late. Willow does not confess this until she has to. We never really see just how bad it is for her until now so it does seem like it comes out of left-field and just made up for the sake of the story this season. But mental illness is like that. People on the outside-looking in do not see it because the one going through it keeps it well hidden until something awful happens. Dawn could have died and so Willow is like “Okay. Enough is enough. Time to come clean.” And it’s the most heroic thing she does in the whole show as far as I’m concerned. This is what makes her a hero amidst an arc where she is the villain. That she fesses up and then tries really hard to get back on track again and what happens next is not her fault.

[thelarisb]

Hi again! It's me, Laris. It's been a while since I haven't been on Tumblr; might consider revisiting Tumblr someday. Anyway, since Cohost is on its way out the door, I'll be archiving the few posts I made there. Here be dragons! Cohost doesn't seem to include date metadata, so I'll just be adding the important bits here. Most blurbs will not be archive.

Very Supremely Important Announcement That Is Of Sheer Unrivalled Importance That Is Not To Be Ignored

Just a quick update, I'm listening to house music right now house music are so great they can be all kinds of subgenres like tech house funky house disco house even acid house there might be more subgenres no one knows They're so great they are fantastic and danceable and DEFECETED RECORD why dont people like house music if I were a youtuber I would log on and do a shoutout to house music (french house) because they sound really nice the french one is really good because it has a funky something to it which i like it sounds like you're listening to a party behind a wall the acid or tech ones not so good but I love more people should find out about house music they come in different sounds and lengthe you can listen to the radio edits (BORING) or listen to the super long extended mixes (shoutout Pete Heller's Big Love) but it depends on the length of the song (see previous statements) i had house music but they were too generic probably they were EDM singles from famous pop artists like Coldplay or something not shoutout to generic pop house should out to house music mmm i love house mudic paypal me euro to buy Pete Heller's Big Love vinyl for my sad frail family with no nutrience put Pete Heller's Big Love in the record player for a fresh tip and a fresh sound i love [house music House Song of the Day - Circulation - White (Mix B) (2000)

One of my newest additions to my playlist, White (Mix B) is perhaps one of those gleaming gems you don't notice until you peek further within! As a huge French/funky/filter/whadevayawannacalllit house nerd with a crippling Pete Heller's Big Loveaddiction, this track is, honestly pretty darn great. I especially do quite like the guitar loop that's just supremely catchy - oh, and also, the breakdowns are supremely great!

I give White (Mix B) a rating of...7/10!

House song of the day - Peggy Gou - It Goes Like Nanana

as you all may (or may not) know, I am a huuuuuuuuuuuge sucker for house music from the 90s! this one isn't from the 90s (actually super recent, it came out 4 months ago as of this writing) but holy fuck it sounds-and feels-like a track straight out from the 90s. i love this! it's a little mainstream (I heard it's popular on TikTok, which I don't use) but honestly, it deserves to be. it's great.

i discovered this song while out and about on a trip. this song was too good I had to shazam it immediately LMAO. great job peggy, maybe you can go make more stuff like this (this is because i am a little too obsessed with golden-era house, like, erm, pete heller's big love)

I give It Goes Like (Nanana) a rating of...9/10! It's pretty darn great. —--

Shout-Out to...

1. Shout-out to...Rabbert Animations

Rabbert Animations is a YouTube channel and Instagram page run by an animator named...you'll never guess: Robert! Rabbert Animations features the adventures and misadventures of the titular character Rabbert and his spider friend Nestor. I especially love this one because it takes a special skill to combine animation and real life so seamlessly.

2. Shout-out to...The Duplex A86

I'm a sucker for road infrastructure! I mean...there's something cool about roads, not gonna lie. Nothing is more cool than the Duplex A86, a two-deck tunnel all packed neatly into one tube. It's also one of the longest tunnels in France, as the tunnel is 10 kilometers long. Since the tunnel consists of one tube split in half, as a result the decks have extremely low vertical clearances (just 2 meters up!) The vertical clearance in this tunnel is so low, in fact that they had to engineer brand new road signs that could be readable but take up the least amount of vertical space.

If you're interested in the Duplex A86 infrastructure, this PDF contains a lot of technical information that's worth reading!

3. Shout-out to...@al_pansi

Never underestimate phone artists. Especially someone like al pansi, a Twitter digital artist who is known for drawing on an extremely broken phone. Just how broken? I'm talking dead pixels covering at least 20% of the display, cracks all over, and screen discolorations.

Apparently, according to al, their phone turned out this way when al's mom got angry at them for missing the bus and proceeded to throw their phone really hard. Dang.

Also, apparently al does commissions. Absolute insanity. So, if you want to get al out of their phone-induced misery, maybe you can go commission them!

4. Shout-out to...etymologynerd

if you haven't heard of etymologynerd, please PLEASE please give this guy a watch! he makes reels on Instagram detailing his often random and downright bizarre analyses of language and etymology. He has done many bizarre things, including, but not limited to transcribing Minecraft mobs, analyzing keysmashes, and my personal favorite, translating the entire Navy Seals copypasta into his bird whistle language, topped off with him staring intenty at the camera and how it gets even more chaotic from then on

5. And last, shout-out to...popbob, prolific griefer in the oldest anarchy server in Minecraft

[FitMC voice] In the oldest anarchy server in Minecraft, there exists no rules. No guidelines. Just pure, unadulterated chaos. One of these people contributing to the immense chaos is Minecraft griefer popbob. Known for backdooring 2B2T twice, using thunder exploits to locate and desecrate bases, popbob is perhaps one of the most prolific griefers, and perhaps one of the most prolific Minecraft players overall.

Oh, and by the way, did you know popbob was trans? Amidst the pandemic in June of 2020, popbob changed her Minecraft skin to one that prominently features the transgender flag, as well as changing her preferred pronouns to she/her. Now that's what I call awesome. We stan a prolific transgender Minecraft griefer.

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DaVinci Re-suffering: Dumb Simpleton Attempts To Comprehend Professional Video Editing Software (Updated Daily)

Day 1

Just installed Davinci Resolve. I've had enough of Alight Motion not having a Mac port and Capcut being unintuitive (and having goofy effects), so I'm stepping up my game. I'm downloading Davinci to free myself from this video editing purgatory.

[Installs DaVinci directly from Blackmagic's website]

Oh. Lovely. It installed a bunch of stupid other crapware I don't need. Fantastic!

[opens up Davinci and attempts to edit]

Oh my. That's a shitload of buttons. I NEED TO USE NODES!? OH GOD... wait...I NEED TO LEARN NODES TO MAKE LONG SHADOWS!? AND 3D EFFECTS!? Hey, at least that's something Capcut doesn't have...

I CAN'T PINCH-TO-ZOOM!?

Day 2

I did nada ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Day 3...I think

Watched a shit-ton of YouTube tutorials on doing 3D text in DaVinki Resolve. And you know what? I'm starting to understand the Node editor. It's confusing, yes, but, quoting DB Boulevard: It's easy from another point of view!

I've also exported my first thing - a test 3D render. It's very rough and totally not passable by LarisB™ standards - but everyone starts somewhere, I guess :)

That's all of my fairly important posts from my Cohost account that will be forever gone in a few months! I don't like lost media and i'm pretty sure my posts are rather worthless but RIP eggbug. You will fly high.

[quazarshark]

Some additional info!

I haven't thought of names for Lenny's parents yet so let's call them Mantis and Bloom for now (most likely they have incredibly long and complicated mathematics-related names like Lenny does because they are BIG NERDS so I actually need to like. research stuff for that first).

Bloom is a sapient algal bloom of cyanobacteria-like microorganisms that function as a single brain, smart enough to know that it's better to not completely dominate an entire area with your living mass because that tends to uh, make people a little uncomfortable and has the government asking questions like erm excuse me do you count as a city? Do we need to be making city considerations here? They also think better the denser the algae are packed together, so Giant System Of Vats And Pipes it is.

Said giant system is the brainchild of Mantis: A fully Synth (inorganic) person who met Bloom while they were still a nebulous cloud of green water and fell into abject fascination. Both Bloom and Mantis are beyond human intelligence but Mantis is very much an engineer and tinkerer while Bloom's intellect is understandably focused more on the abstract. Both of them LOVE maths and bonded by sending each other mathematical problems that very few other people on the planet would have picked up on as flirtatious.

They decided at some point that they wanted to have a kid, so they got government permission to design and construct Lenny, who is what we would call an android. His body is ~90% synthetic with a nuclear power system but the remaining ~10% is the green under his scales, which is a small portion of Bloom, with too little mass to be properly thinking but still with some influence on Lenny's personality and systems. Mantis also added pipes to themself to allow Bloom to run through their body, which aids in communication and allows the whole family to talk to each other much more easily (I'm thinking via a specific microwave frequency, but I haven't looked into electromagnetics underwater yet, derp)

The reason Lenny looks so wildly different from his parents is because they designed him to be appealing and easy for people to interact with (human-looking people are considered charismatic in Infraflux), something that both Bloom and Mantis decidedly are not. Giving your kid the head start in life you never had etc. etc. Lenny loves them both very much but he lives in London (in the Thames) and they live in the middle of nowhere near Barrel, which is an underwater city near the south coast of great britain, so it's a bit of an endeavor to visit and he doesn't get to do it often.

My probably one(1) contribution to MerMay: Lenny and his parents! Who are definitely also totally normal merpeople! :D

[helenofsimblr]

12,13, 14, 17, 18, 20, 21,27 for Kira, Kane, Kyleigh & Arnold (yes Im intreuppting this guys work again he can suck it up or stay mad :P ) & 11 for Kira & Kyleigh sorry for the long ask hehe :D

Wow big ask, thanks hun really enjoyed doing this.

What’s their ideal vacation like?

Kira: right now, Sulani without doubt. I need somewhere warm and relaxing. Sulani is literally it, in a word. One of my new friends was there recently I think doing some calendar photoshoot thing. And Francine's mom moved there to be with some island dude she met like 20 years ago or whatevs.

Kane: I think my ideal vacation is just somewhere with house full of babes.

Kyleigh: My travel options are limited, due to my uh... skin condition and dietary requirements. But basically, going somewhere where the Order of the Sun are not would be fantastic.

Arnold: What?! More of these fuckin' questions? *big sigh* oh fuck me... right, fuck... Vacation. Whatever, I'm a billionaire's son I can go wherever the fuck I like, luxury yacht, luxury jet. It don't matter. Fact is my ideal vacation changes and I can choose whatever I want.

What is/was/will be their college major?

Kira: I didn't get to go to college, on account of a shit childhood *looks at Kyleigh*. I would have liked to go. But now I got to help this dickhead with his club. *thumbs to Kane*

Kane: College is for nerds and jocks. Fuck that.

Arnold: I agree with Kane, fuck that. Besides, I don't like teachers, and I especially don't like it when people give me deadlines or try telling me what to do...

Kyleigh: Well, I didn't go to college but Lyra did, so I guess technically I did too, and I, that is, she, got a degree in Literature.

What’s their favorite book genre, if they enjoy reading at all?

Kira: I don't really do reading. Unless its in the drinks recipe book. I love drinking. Sobriety is overrated

Kane: I wait for the movie or the TV show.

Arnold: Reading is a pursuit for those with no life and no resources either, so they can pretend to be somewhere else or somebody else to escape their drab dreary dull little lives... its quite pathetic really.

Kyleigh: I like some of the classics from days gone by, Id say Jules Verne is my favourite. Bram Stoker's dracula is great, and has a special little meaning for me. Also the book Jaws is good too, the film is good too but the book is great also.

What’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever spent money on?

Kira: Um... probably that fuckin' pressure cooker. I used it like two times and now its just there gathering dust in the apartment.

Kane: A strip club? Does that count?

Arnold: I spend so much money I don't bother to itemize ever little bit. Because, you know, I'm not poor.

Kyleigh: Right now I'd say getting all these tattoos plastered all over me was the most ridiculous thing I've spent money on.

What’s their dream job?

Kira: My dream job, well I wanted to be a doctor of all things. But I doubt I could cut it. I drink, I smoke, I don't like reading, and I'm a bit impatient, all bad things when one wants to be a doctor.

Kane: I am literally living my dream job, right now.

Arnold: I don't work, I pay others. Fuckin' moron!

Kyleigh: I've never had one of my own. Lyra always wanted to be an archaeologist though... I can't say I would want that.

Who’s their go-to person for advice?

Kira: Karlie. No question. Sometimes, Francine, but mostly Karlie. Francine is too... uh, she's not like us.

Kane: I shall quote my cousin Guy for this one: "I talk to myself. Even I need expert advice occasionally."

Arnold: My father, he's the big boss, he knows the fuckin' score. I talk to him.

Kyleigh: I used to go to Lyra but uh... yeah, kind of made a mess of that. I still have Imani. I need to get her round soon for a catchup.

What’s one secret of theirs that could potentially ruin a relationship they have?

Kira: Erm... I ain't got any secrets. Open book me.

Kane: My lover she is the "smiley killer" so if that got out... I think It'd ruin a lot of things including a relationship.

Arnold: Well, I'm also fucking this other girl called Molly as well as Francine so there's that. Tell anybody about it, and you're fuckin' toast. You get me?

Kyleigh: I had a secret, and I revealed it, and I ruined my relationship with Lyra... So... yeah...

What’s their favorite genre of music?

Kane & Kira: Rock!

Arnold: Fuckin heavy metal man!

Kyleigh: Classical, I play the organ did you know. I love my own musics.

Who’s the most important person in their life?

Kyleigh: Elita is. She's the Chosen One and she's going to do wonderful good things, I know it. She needs me more than anybody.

Kira: Yeah, don't we know that. Elita can do no fucking wrong. Your other kids needed you too mom, but hey, as long as Elita is ok that's all that matters right? So the most important person in my life is my friend Karlie, and followed up by my new friend Adria. They're my bitches and we ride and die together.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Harry Potter and maybe an LOTR Matchup please? Thank you so so much in advance! (Sorry if this is a lot btw, I didn't know how much I should include)

- Bisexual but would prefer a Man, She/They pronouns

- Aquarius, INFJ, Ravenclaw and Pukwudgie

- Autistic and Chronically Ill, specifically with Autism, an Iron Deficiency, and an Anxiety Disorder

- I'm a Divination Witch, it's one of my favorite things to do. I do Tarot, Pendulum readings and some other witchy practices as well

- I'm 4 foot 10 inches (147.32 cm), with very few curves except for my chest. I have long messy brown hair that's usually up in a bun, lots of moles and glasses. I wear a lot of jackets and tend to enjoy crop-tops and denim

- I’m a big fantasy and sci-fi nerd, I play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons and am fascinated with fantasy creatures

- I also really like comedy, and can be very social and funny when I’m not too tired or anxious

- I write, draw and do crafts a lot. I’m hoping to publish a book on Witchcraft this Spring.

- I’m incredibly sweet since I’m hyperempathetic, and a decent caretaker, but I’m also very very blunt. I’m a bit rough around the edges, but I’m very focused on self-betterment and I’m trying to get out of my shell a bit more.

- I HATE possessive people, but I also need someone who will protect me. I’m very small and worry about defending myself. I’m a Morning Person with an optimistic attitude, but I have been known to lose my cool when pushed enough. It takes a lot, but I’ve even been known to yell at teachers from time to time

Hello dear welcome to another matchup💖

For Harry potter I ship you with:

Newt scammander 💫

- he is quite shy and awrkward himself often trying not to mess up but with animals he is open and free. Your chemistry is very beautiful often he understands you when you feel no one else would.

- you take the job as a divination teacher along side newts persuing in his magical beasts adventure.

- he would understand if you need space he is sweet and caring. He would often hold you if you need it.

- you helped newt with his book of magical beasts. You drew sketches in the book about the magical beasts you've seen throughout your adventures.

You: *draws*

Newt: hey y/n y-your drawings are really good.

You: thanks newt *smiles*

Newt: I was wondering if you wanted to erm w-well d-date me

You: of course *smiles and pecks his cheek*

Newt: *blushes hard* oh I-i love you y/n

You: *smiles at how cute he's being* so do I dear

- you often defend newt when he's being picked on but at the same time newt would defend you if your in trouble.

- he shows you people aren't exactly the best and why he's turned to magical creatures.

- he is rather fond that you can be quite smart and overly funny at times. He's quite shy so he wouldn't open up to many people.

- your relationship is very cute and you had a very good long run. Your wedding was in his suitcase surrounded by magical creatures. Your children has your brown hair with freckles across their cheeks. They have newts eyes with your sweet personality.

For lotr I ship you with:

Legalos🌹

- he meets you outside the woods practicing your spells. You have a very powerful magic flowing within you helping the forest grow.

- you had a rocky start when he was curious about what you were doing. You didn't really want him to know of your hidden Power.

- once he opens up to you he notices how interesting you are. He loves your personality and kind heart.

- your sense of humour is one that makes him cackle all the time.

- his father may not approve at first stating your dangerous. But once he knows your true intentions he opens up.

- legalos would crown you once he's proposed to you in the forest.

- your wedding would be grand surrounded by every elf. Your dress is long and flowy along with your own crown. Your children would be a witch elf hybrid. They have powers that can heal people. They have your brown hair long and silky. With legalo's eyes and personality.

Well that's all I have for now:

Ta ta💫

[godlessondheimite]

Isn't it strange, then, that he has become a heart-throb and that women… He stops me before I'm finished. "It's absurd and ridiculous and…" He sounds anxious, defensive even. But isn't there a bit of him that wants to gloat; to tell all the kids who thought he was a nerd that he's now this babe magnet, this sex god, this…

And now he really is flushed and flustered. He wants to get the words out but they won't come. "The moment one is sort of made aware of that sort of thing it feels very… it's very hard to enjoy because it feels so absurd and unconnected to… how do you make use of it, or how do you channel it, or how do you even feel good about it because… because… you're patently aware it's not true."

Blimey. But he's not finished yet. He's determined to stumble towards an explanation of why he's neither desirable nor a conventional leading man. "I mean, it's not true because it's not to do with you, it's to do with characters you play, it's not to do with who you are, or even what you look like, and so I still find it ridiculous when I read a script that says something like 'good looking' or 'fanciable' or anything like that. I think, 'That's not my part' because I always played the weird geeky outsiders. I got cast in Romeo And Juliet in 2000 and people were saying, 'Oooh, unconventional casting.' Then I did Casanova on the telly, which was about a great lover, but that part in that programme he's not – he's a sort of puppy-dog boy."

Hold on a sec. Does the gentleman not protest too much? After all, when he played the Doctor, rarely a week passed without the red-tops suggesting he had a new girlfriend. "And we know we must believe everything we read in the paper!" he says, sardonically.

But did he not get a reputation as Mr Shagtastic? "From whoooooo?" His voice rises a good octave.

"The tabloids suggested you had been out with every woman on the Doctor Who set," I say. He howls with laughter. "Hahahahaha! I refute that heartily." He pauses. "Well, I mean I have had some girlfriends, and I did meet some of them at work you know…" Another pause. "You know, my bedpost really has very few notches compared with other actors of my erm, erm, pedigree. Hehehehehe!"

If anything, he says, he's been Mr Monogamy. "I have never really overdone it. You know, I've never had three on the go at the same time." What about two? "No. No, because I'm too racked with guilt in every corner of my life to even try to get away with something like that."

It's the old Presbyterian thing, he says, just like the work ethic. "It's all connected, isn't it – that sense that you're not worthy and therefore you have to prove your worth, and you don't get above your station."