#Math Nerd - Move-in Day - 11

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ty for evening reblog i had two shifts and class today

can i have math nerd matt please

i hope my consistency is reassuring and not annoying

WIP Wednesday - Closed (8/30/23) | Math Nerd AU

Matt couldn't help the smile on his face as they walked back to the dorms. They chatted some more as they walked, "So what had you pick Accounting as a major?" he asks.

"I'm used to budgeting and accounting is something you can use to get a job almost anywhere." Neil answers back easily. "Why'd you pick business administration?" he asks.

Matt blushes slightly, "Uh, same as you for the last part. I wanted to be able to get a job almost anywhere. If I can't become a professional player I want to be able to stick with my girlfriend wherever she goes." he says wondering if Dan was done unpacking, or more likely, done helping Allison unpack.

"Oh, girlfriend?" Neil asks and Matt had been doing his best to hold back on his gushing about Dan but now the Freshman had asked for it.

[latenightdaydreams]

Hiiii! I really adore your writing and I’ve literally binged all of it 💕💕💕💕

I was wondering if you could do a story on Loser/Nerd! König kinda like tutor but it’s a girl who asks for help who generally has a crush on him and adores him and she’s all sweet and kind to him. Like all lovey dovey and affectionate!

I hope you have a good day!!!!💕💕💕💕

Thank you!! 💖💖

Nerd!König X Soft!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, v-card loss

2.5k word count

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You sit in class and look over at König, the tall Austrian student that recently moved here. His blonde hair is always unkept and his eyes tired. There is an aura about him that pulls you to him like a magnet. While he tries to appear stoic and mysterious, you see him casually peering over at you. A curious look in his eyes as he analyzes you.

Both of your eyes meet for a split second before he spins his head, looking back at the whiteboard. Your gaze lingers before you look straight ahead as well. Once class ends, König stands quickly, his long legs assisting him in fleeing the lecture hall quickly. You watch, blinking, as he fades away into the hall.

It’s right after statistics class, so you knew he’d be going to the library to work on the assignments we’ve been given; assignments you need his help with. That’s not the only reason you want to find him though…

With one deep breath, you decide to go through with your plan and approach König. You walk casually though campus as you mentally hyper yourself up. Other than sharing glances, you’ve not talked to König. What if you simply forget how to speak?

König sits with his air pods in while he works on equations using his iPad. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, he tries his hardest to go unnoticed; sitting in the back corner of the library. He is unaware that he has eyes on him, your eyes.

His sky-blue eyes look up and meet yours as you approach him. König looks around. Maybe you’re meaning to approach someone else? Even lost in confusion, he can’t resist but to glance at your body as you walk. You’re shaped perfectly, exactly his type. The fluid motion of your curves and breasts bouncing pulls him in. Then you stop right in front of him. With one hand, he takes an air pod out and places it back into the case.

“Hi!” You struggle to conceal the delight on your face as you finally get to speak to König.

“H-hallo.” König looks confused. Are you going to yell at him for always checking you out?

His accent is so dreamy. You think to yourself.

“I’m y/n. We have the same math class together.”

“Ja, I know who you are.” He sits back, wondering what this is about. The struggle to keep his gaze above the neck is real.

Without saying anything, you pull a chair next to him and sit. He looks down at your small size as you sit there. The tension in the air between you two is so thick you could feel it consume the surrounding room both.

“I was wondering um—” A rush of nervousness floods through you. “I know you’re amazing at statistics. Incredibly smart.”

Your sentence pauses as you take a moment to get lost in his eyes. The way you are gazing at him is as if you’ve already fallen in love. His cheeks go red as he looks at you.

“Well, I guess I just wanted to ask if you’d have time to tutor me?”

König let your question hang in the air for a few seconds as he looked at you. Have you always looked at him like this? He realizes he wouldn’t know because he avoids eye contact with you. Maybe tutoring wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I can.” He says simply trying to not let it show how excited he was to spend time with you.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am—”

“I’ll be by your dorm room by noon.” You say with a large smile and turn to walk away.

König just sits there with his mouth hanging open as you walk away from him. A thousand thoughts running through his mind all at once. He quickly packs up his bags and goes to his dorm to clean it up for your arrival; he doesn’t want you to think he’s a slob.

The next day at 11:59 am, you knock on his door. When König answers you smile up at him and hold out a Tupperware container. He gazes down at you and cautiously grabs it from your hands as he steps aside to let you in.

“They’re homemade Jelly Donuts. I saw in Austria they’re really popular so I figured it would make a nice thank you gift.” Your voice is cheery, hoping he likes them.

König’s eyes light up as he opens the container to see six donuts carefully lined up and dusted with powdered sugar. He picks one up and takes a bite. His eyes flutter closed and he nods, enjoying the sweet apricot jam in the middle.

You can’t help but to smile as you watch him enjoying himself. A light dusting of powdered sugar covers his lower lip. Without a second though you use your thumb to gently glide across his lip, cleaning it for him.

“You had a little sugar.” You giggle as he looks at you. His heart thumps inside of his chest.

As he enjoys his donut your eyes look around his dorm room. König watches you as you do, feeling nervous that you might mock his collection of Gundam models that he’s spent hours building. Instead, you gravitate to one of the models of Beargguy.

“You have a Beargguy gunplay?  I think he’s so adorable! I have the pink one built.”

Did she just say gunplay? She’s perfect. He thinks to himself.

“Um yeah, I have the panda one too. I just haven’t built him yet.” König says, whipping the powdered donut dusting from his fingers onto his jeans.

“Maybe when we are done with tutoring me you can give me a tour of your models?” You smirk as you sit on his bed.

König doesn’t know what to say other than nod and agree. Dirty thoughts flood his mind as he watches you sit on his bed so casually. How would it feel to touch your skin? Kiss your lips? He shakes his head and walks over to his iPad and textbooks so he can start tutoring you.

He sits on his bed next to you, his knee bumps with yours, causing you to feel a rush of excitement being so close to him. The same rush travels through his body. There is a tension he is trying to ignore as he fumbles open his iPad.

As he does, your eyes are glued to his face. His blue eyes look stunning as they read over notes on the screen in front of him. Your eyes watch as he uses his fingers to scroll and tap. Without a second thought, you reach your smaller hand over to his knee and rub.

König’s eyes drift from the screen down to your hand on his. He swallows, but there is no movement to push your hand away, but there is a rush of heat to his groin. Finally, he turns his head, his blue eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I think you’re really amazing.” You say in a soft tone while being physically more forward.

König turns to you, his eyes roaming up and down your body before coming back to your face. This is his moment, the change he’s been waiting for. His hand comes up and cradles your face in his hand. The feeling of your hand moving up from his knee to his thigh causes his cock to get hard. A girl has never touched him this way.

His blue eyes darken as his pupils expand from arousal. You lean in and kiss his lips gently at first, waiting to see if he will reject you. As you pull back from the kiss, you look at König, awaiting his reaction.

König leans in and kisses you again. His kiss is needy, instantly opening his mouth against yours. You reciprocate and open your mouth, your tongue reaching out to swirl around his. A low guttural groan leaves his lips as your hand reaches for his erection. He pulls back from the kiss to look down at your hand as you grab him over the fabric of his jeans and jerk him slightly.

“Y/n…” He moans before kissing you again.

You kiss him back before pulling away and kiss his neck, gently licking his pale skin. It only adds to the euphoric feeling of you touching his cock. His hands go to his jeans and unzip them, releasing his leaky cock for you to grab.

A soft moan leaves his lips as he feels your smaller hand wrap around his shaft. He gazes down as you pull his foreskin back, jerking him off. Little droplets of precum trail down onto your hands, acting like lubrication and assisting in your motions.

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You whisper as you drop to your knees in front of him.

His eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, he can feel his cock twitch as you kneel in front of him. Your hand moves down to the base of his shaft as you lean forward to put the head of his cock in your mouth.

You suck lightly, eyes meeting König’s to watch his reaction. As you lower your head down further on his cock, König lets out a whimper. He tosses his iPad aside to get comfortable as you suck off his cock. He gently runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing slightly. He gently helps you through the motion, bobbing your head on his cock for you.

Loud sucking sounds fill the room, like music to his ears. He watches as spit forms at the corners of your mouth and spills down his cock. Your full lips wrap so perfectly around him. He lets out a shaky breath as he drops his head back. You let out a soft moan on his cock, the hum vibrating through him.

You pull your head back with a pop off of his cock, eagerly your tongue runs up and down his erection. His hand moves away from your head as he leans back on the bed.

“I want to fuck you…” He whispers, almost as if he didn’t really mean for you to hear him. You did.

Without a second thought you stand up and begin to strip your clothing off. König’s eyes widen as you do. He feels like now he should be honest with you because what if he’s bad?

“I’m…I’ve never been with someone before.”

“That’s okay, I can teach you.” A small smile of pride on your face for being his first intimate experience.

König follows your lead and undresses completely. You haze over his body, slightly chubby but you can tell he’s extremely strong. He stands looking over your naked body, his eyes zeroing in on the small bush covering the mound of your cunt.

“How…do we start?”

“We can start simple. Do you want me to ride you or you on top?”

His eyes move as if he is deep in thought. The idea of watching your breasts bounce wild as you ride him sounds amazing, but he’d probably cum faster from the visuals mixed with the pleasure. “I want to be on top.”

“Okay.” You crawl on the bed, ass up in the air as you go to his pillows and lay down.

König moves on to the bed with you, his enormous frame approaching yours. His eyes drop down between your legs as he kneels in front of you on the bed. A pussy. Your pussy. He’s always wanted to know what you smell like, taste life. He lowers himself slightly while his hands pull your legs apart more.

König flicks his tongue out and licks your folds lightly. His eyes dart up to yours to see your reaction. You nod, encouraging him. He presses his face closer and takes a longer swipe with his tongue and…my god. After one taste, he couldn’t stop. Not a thought in his mind as he buries his face between your pussy lips, lapping at your folds and missing your clit.

“Go up more.” You instruct him. “Like the little hood area.”

He moves his tongue up, flicking it quickly. Your eyes flutter and legs begin to twitch. König realizes he’s making you feel good. It excites him like no other. He doesn’t stop as soft moans begin to leave your lips freely. His eyes stay locked on yours as his lips begin to thrust into the mattress beneath him to get friction.

“You taste so sweet.” He says quickly before diving back down between your thighs.

A small smirk appears on your lips before another moan comes out. You gaze down at him and comb your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well.” The way you say it with a tone of desire lights the fire within him.

“I’m sorry, I want to feel you so badly.” He says as he pulls away from your core and moves his body between your legs.

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds and feels himself shutter at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. His eyes are down gazing at your folds spread open for him. He leans down and kisses your breast shyly before kissing your lips.

“Can I—”

“Yes.”

König gazes back down at your pussy as he watches his cock get swallowed by your cunt squeezing him. His eyebrows pinch from the orgasmic feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. A loud moan escapes his throat as he fully shoves his cock into you.

“Oh fuck!” He groans loudly as he pulls back and slams into you again.

The feeling he’s giving you is euphoric as you gaze up into his eyes. He watches as your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his motions. A melody of pleasure leaves your lips encouraging his speed to quicken.

He gazes down at the creamy streaks your sweet pussy is leaving behind and his cock. You look like a perfect angel beneath him. The look of pleasure on your beautiful face is something he wishes to see over and over.

“König!” You moan out as your nails dig into his arms.

Hearing you moan out his name was just too much. König leans back and grabs your legs, spreading them wide apart. He thrust into you quickly, losing his rhythm and just chasing his orgasm that’s quickly building.

With one final hard thrust, he slams into you and leans over your back. His lips needily finding yours, kissing you as he cums into your pussy. You can feel his cock throbbing as you rock your hips against his. König pants and rests his heavy body on yours, pressing you into the mattress.

“I’m sorry…” he says panting, “I didn’t make you cum.”

“It’s okay.” You kiss his neck and caress his sweaty back. “It was your first time.”

He shakes his head, pulling out. “I want to make you cum.”

König looks into your eyes as he parts your legs and drops onto his stomach. With the adrenaline of having just lost his virginity, he takes his time this time. He kisses down your thighs, softly biting your supple flesh. His eyes drawn to his white cum leaking out of you.

“You’re so perfect.” König says to you as his lips get closer to your cunt. “Be mine. Bitte.”  

[coinflict]

15 people 15 questions!!!!

Tagged by @suzufield thank you yay ^^

This is a long one so it's under the cut and also idgaf I love hearing myself talk I love the sound of my own voice!!!!

Not really, my given name is that of a saint like most names from here tbh, but my mom picked it because it's short and she wanted people from everywhere around the world to be able to say it which is kind of cute. I don't have chosen name I have like 3 nicknames people alternate between, one of them is Ani or AniGC which I use on the internet and I don't plan on picking one I think not having a name is cool!

1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

Nope, too young, and also having my own kids or parenting/fostering is not something I am fit to ever do I don't think I would be a good parent. I'm a lesbian so biological kids are kind of out the window (not really but don't want them regardless, better safe than sorry on this matter I think). I would love to work with kids though at least once in my lifetime.

Genuinely yesterday I love crying I cry all the damn time it helps me fall asleep. What the libs don't want you to know is that depression is actually awesome because you can cry all the fucking time and you don't need sleeping medication! Yay for mental illness!

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports have you played/do you play?

I did karate for 8 or 9 years from ages of like 6-14, loved it, then I fell down the stairs and fucked up my spine and had to quit. Then I did swimming for a bit but nothing too serious and I quit that because I got bored now I do fuck all.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes a lot but I try to not get too irony poisoned lol, I mostly just say outlandish shit but I do use sarcasm.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I couldn't tell you if you put a gun to my head. I don't fucking know 😭

7. Eye colour?

Brown! ^^

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

This is a strange one I'm not really big on either of these things. When it comes to horror I'm not really a fan of movies I feel like a thing inherently becomes a little less scary when you show it to me or when it's moving you know? Idk I like some of them but I really do enjoy horror books those are awesome. And for the other thing I don't know is it a happy ending for me or the characters? Like I enjoy all plot threads being tied together well but if that doesn't make my fav happy GOOD. Let that bitch suffer. To actually answer the question I think scary movies lmao.

9. Any talents?

Why yes I'm very awesome. Idk I'm a fast learner genuinely that's the biggest thing I've got going on I think almost everything I know I learned on my own accord, it was never given to me, and idk I'm kind of proud of that idgaf if it sounds corny. I can also dislocate my thumb that's kind of cool.

10. Where were you born?

In the hospital (Serbia but I don't like saying where I'm from too much I want to remain a Mysterious Figure On The Computer and now you have to ignore the fact that I frequently post about this)

11. What are your hobbies?

Running the risk of sounding like a loser nerd I love studying I love learning things if I could stay in school for the rest of my life I genuinely would. I love learning how shit works and I'm gonna be honest organic chemistry has been among my favourite things to study ever it's so perfectly logical and awesome one of the best sciences ever for sure. Besides that I like doing fuck all and taking the piss on the internet.

12. Do you have any pets?

Nope! Small apartment and not enough money or time to take care of them. One day I will get a cat though trust.

13. How tall are you?

184cm that's like 6'0" I think?

14. Favourite subject in school?

Idk probably physics. High school level chem was incredibly fucking boring I didn't even have to fart to get good grades. Math and programming were my original beloveds but I fell out of love with them very soon after starting high school due to bad experiences with teachers. So yeah probably physics idk the only subjects I think about at this point are the ones I'll have next year in college I can't fucking wait for atomistics.

15. Dream job?

I feel like a fucking idiot being at my age and telling people I want to be a scientist but like!!!!!! I do I genuinely do!!!! I want to be a researcher and do cool things I want to be entranced by the work I do maybe this sounds so incredibly optimistic because it's likely that if I become a researcher I'll be eating packet noodles for the rest of my life but!! That's my dream!!!

I cannot be assed to tag 15 people I'm sorry also I think everyone and their mom has done this at this point so I'll tag. 3 take it or leave it! Sorry if any of you have done this already 😭. Also if you haven't but don't want to that's fine lmao no pressure

@k-ru-h @viegoinahoodie @schrodingers-catgirl

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My ZZZ opinions as someone who hasn't played the game and has only watched pre-release stuff cus I don't wanna spoil myself on the story until I can play the game:

Ellen: - Very cool!! I would've pulled for her if I was playing. I like sharks so of course I'm gonna like the bitch with a massive shark tail

Grace: - She's just a cooler version of that one bitch from MHA. Please stop saying you want to look inside children (machines) it's creepy and gross

Soldier 11: - Couldn't give a shit. I don't care for her in the slightest. She's just orange Anby but with less personality

Nekomata: - She's super cute! I love how her animations look and her voice is actually really nice imo. Poor girl has already been white washed in a ton of official art but that's just the fate of being 'the brown one' in a hoyo game ig

Von Lycaon: - This man is genuinely convincing me into learning how to draw furries. Attractive,,,

Koleda: - My daughter!!! She looks super fun and honestly feels more like a Pokémon character than a hoyo character. Most of these characters actually feel like Pokémon characters

Alexandrina Sebastiane: - I think she's...kinda just there. She's pretty, and the fact that she has dolls is cool. I also like how all of Victoria Housekeeping is based on classic monsters. But she doesn't have that much appeal to me imo. Like I like how Lycaon kinda has a father type relationship with Corin and Ellen is really cool to me standalone but Rina just kinda feels like she's there

Piper: - I mean there's not much about the Sons since they were announced a week before the game came out. Close enough, Welcome back Herta Star Rail

Lucy: - Similarly to Piper there's not much about her since she was dripped a day before the special program. But also she just has a cooler design. I love the biker aesthetic. Also her bat is cool. Also pigs <3

Corin: - Absolutely smitten. I love her design and how utterly miserable she looks. She does not wanna be here. Also love her giant ass pizza cutter. Look, I just perfer cute characters i don't make the rules my brain does

Anton: - Like Rina, he's kinda just there..I don't have much to say about him

Ben: - It only took 13 years for them to add a playable fat character! And what a joy he is. He's just a nerd who likes math and that's cool. Also the only character in the game to alter another characters mechanics when in the party, so that's fun

Soukaku: - I don't really care for her. All I know about her is that apparently she's meta with Ellen and Lycaon so she gets brownie points for being a support to my 2 favs

Billy: - Slutty, slutty robot man. I love him. And his ass. He's had 2 adds now with ass shots and he deserves it. He's very much the same appeal to me as Boothill and Vash so yippie!! Also he's just a power rangers nerd so that's always fun

Nicole: - I love a good girl boss. Also the way ppl on Tiktok complain about her boobs is just funny to me. Like yes, her boobs are gonna move, they aren't bolted down to her ribs.

Anby: - For the longest time I thought her name was Enby so I headcanon them as non-binary now cus of that. Love her really, she's like the stoic quiet character but actually interesting to me at least. Like bitch is just obsessed with movies, and bad at socialising and she's just like me fr!!!

My replacement tablet pen is coming tomorrow so I'm gonna be so annoying about ZZZ

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen P9-11

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I had been pretty sheepish all day just trying to keep my head down maybe they forgot about me, Once the bell rang luckily I had model UN so I scampered there before I could get in trouble and sat in my UK-labeled chair. 

"Okay, good afternoon everyone now before we move onto the current affairs of the day does anyone have any new business they would like to bring up?" Alby asks 

Several hands raised 

"Uhh okay, Yes Brazil?" 

"Viva a revolcao!" she yelled and I glanced over 

Brenda Young, the school activist and art freak never seen without paint on her hands and a soap box about something, I never paid her that much attention honestly just sort of saw her as a positive Karen I suppose, then again last year she did force the cafeteria to start at least stocking a vegan and vegetarian option for people thought four weeks of violent protests. they still haven't fixed the window and it still kinda of smells like chum around it.

she stood from her chair her hair cut short with a bright blue streak, her black clothes of net and leather a hand-drawn tattoo on her arm made of Sharpie, 

"Brenda, I've told you before if you're not going to do this properly you can leave" Alby sighed "You can't call a revolution,"

"Fine" she pouted sitting back down 

"Anyone else, Yes Eygpt" He says and she gets up from her seat 

Harriet Toll, a fashion student and a sketchbook kept under lock and key, always wore the most up-to-date fashion trends and made the most of it as well. She didn't exactly like being here but the textiles room is closed on Thursdays and she doesn't get picked up till six so it's something to do other than sitting outside on the step. 

"I know that this model UN is small and we are missing various countries but I cannot help but feel offended at the selection of countries" She explained 

"I second that!" Brenda yelled, "The white boys are the rich countries and the rest of us are the countries with populations with the majority people of colour!" 

"It feels -" Harriet began

"Racists!" 

"Wouldn't you agree South Africa?" 

"Humm? What's going on?" Fry yawns as he had basically been asleep since we got in here 

"Calm down, calm down everyone, The assigned counties are assigned randomly," Alby says

"Randomly?" Harriet glared

"Completely randomly so sit down" 

"Fine" she sighed sitting down again 

"Anyone else" he sighed "Yes Denmark" 

"What's up with the UK?" Zart asked as he clearly noticed me and the fact I'd barely spoken to him or anyone else today 

"Is brexit making you sad?" Brenda laughed 

"No" I sighed "I'm just a bit out that's all"

"Alright, now on to new business" 

I left after the model UN was over starting to make my way out to go home when I saw three of those blue and white letterman jackets

"I don't like waiting, Newton" Ben yelled

"Fuck!" I complained trying to bolt as quickly as I could away but they caught up fast and threw me against the wall punching and kicking me

"The hell do you think you're doing nerd! You dare actually talk to a cheerleader? It would be funny if you weren't so fucking stupid!" He laughs "You are not to talk to her again, don't even look at her, not even think about her again, or I will cut your balls off and mount them on the flag pole, we clear Newton?"

"I can talk to whoever I damn want!"

"You wanna die! Let me explain something to you y/n is a cheerleader with a fat ass and tits that porn stars pay for, you are a scholastic decathlon, model UN, chess team little freakazoid. Now you will not do it again, are we clear!"

"Hey!" A voice came I could barely see as I likely had a black eye but I saw

Gally Anderson, cohead of the debate team, used to be the muscles of metal shop and woodshop until the school district cut the funding those rooms were gutted of equipment and turned into extra maths rooms and now were often stuck in the back of the art club making small wooden building sculptures while people like Brenda engaged in utter anarchy we used to be friendly but you drift Apart and all

"What's it to you? Art boy?"

"Leave the fuck alone before I knock those teeth down your throat, and we all know daddy paid to get them all nice and touched up for ya which you haven't paid off yet so unless you wanna root around your shit for those pearly fucks. Walk away"

"I'm -"

"I know what you're doing, everyone heard but she aint your girlfreind as I recall she Dumped your ass so fuck off home"

"Come on guys" he says heading to his car "I'm watching you newton!"

"You okay?" Gally asks helping me up and grabbing my stuff for me

"I think I'm dieing"

"Yeah he socked you pretty hard, we'll grab you some ice, come on I'll drop you home"

"Thanks man"

"No problem" he says taking me to his car and we stopped and he got me some ice for my eye and a bandage for my bleeding arm "I know what you did"

"Everyone knows apparently"

"I don't blame you, cheer girls are gorgeous, don't sweat it he'd have kicked your ass for being rude if you hadn't spoken to her"

"I don't get what his problem is"

"Dudes been butt hurt since she dumped him, still protective of her, he thinks because they used to date he owns her. Don't let it get to you" he says pulling up outside my house "You gonna be okay?"

"I think so, thanks gally"

"Don't worry about it, see you around"

"See you around" I nodded before climbing out and heading inside immediately to be met by

"Oh my god my baby!" She screams

"Mum I'm alright -"

"What the hell happened!" My dad yelled

"It's a long story"

Understandably my mother went crazy and I'd been sitting in the kitchen for over an hour while my parents paced and panicked, having replaced my ice and bandaged my cuts and bruises. when they finally let me go back to my room, so I headed to my bed Luckily I didn't have any homework or anything so I just crawled into bed and tried my best to get some god damn sleep. 

When my alarm went off I forced myself up and quickly went for a shower Sonya was about to go in but she stopped short as she saw me

"What the hell happened to you?" she asks 

"Don't. Say. anything." I warned her to go in the bathroom and lock the door tightly I put my music on as loud as possible ran myself a bath and climbed in trying to soothe my aching body, I took as long as I wanted in the bath, once done I went back to my room and got dressed for the day shoving my stuff in my bag even if It stung to add my bag to my shoulder and I headed downstairs to my mum and dad "Morning"

"Morning Kiddo, sit down and take your time with breakfast I'm taking you in today," he says 

"You are?"

"Yeah, I want a word with the headmaster" 

"Uhh okay" I nodded sitting down and my mum gave me as many strawberries, waffles, and french toast as I wanted "I'm happy to take the bus Dad"

"No, no. I want a word with him. phone doesn't do the same as turning up so If I'm going then I might as well take you" 

"Why do I have to take the bus and he gets a ride to school!" Sonya yelled as she arrived downstairs 

"And where were you while your brother was being beaten up like a 1930s gangster?'

"...at the movies with my friends"

"So you'll be taking the bus"

"Uuughhhh!' She yelled marching off outside

"You can take her too it's okay," I said

"You really should -" my mother began

"No, for once I'm not Bowing to that girl," he says finishing his breakfast he took my bag and we headed out to the car We started up and headed through the rainy streets he stopped for coffee of course and he even got me a few hash browns.

"So? Lead the way," he says I nodded and got out of the car he still carried my stuff for me as we headed into the still pretty empty school as the busses hadn't arrived yet I led him through the corridors to the headmaster's office but she wasn't here yet so we just sat outside. "You wanna tell me what this was all over so I have a little backing info?"

"I figured Sonya told you"

"She did but you know how your sister exaggerates."

"I was working, and the cheerleaders came in"

"All of them?'

"I think so, looked like all of them I don't exactly count them everywhere they go, Dad"

"Hu...I did"

"Did you?"

'When I was your age yeah, so?"

"So one of the cheer girls needed a hand with the slushie machine the cherry one always gets stuck so I pulled it for her we talked just casually while I did and told her I'd cover it. But clearly, people found out. I've been getting the cold shoulder from people all day because of it"

"Why? You did something nice for her?"

"Yeah, but she's a cheerleader. I'm...me. I can't talk to them it's like an unspoken law. So one of the track guys beat me up to teach me a lesson"

"And?"

"and lesson learned. I won't talk to her again" I sighed

"What's her name?"

"What does it matter They'll kill me if I ever even look at her again"

"Well tell me anyway"

"...y/n"

"Y/n. Cheerleader?"

"Yeah"

"Pretty?"

"Gorgeous,"

"Blonde?"

"Y/h/c usually with a little blue bow"

"Athletic?"

"As much as any cheerleader but... she's 'bottom of the pyramid"

"Oh, so she's got the hips and the thighs?' He suggested making a gesture with his hands and I nodded "I take it you have her the free slushie because you like her"

"Kinda, but what does it matter Ben will kill me if I look at her again. Not like I had a cat in hell's chance anyway'

"Why not? You're the most handsome boy in the world your mother tells you all the time"

"Dad. I'm me. I'm a nerd. I am as low as you can get on the totem pole except maybe Chuckie, the cheer team is at the top of the totem pole. I was being stupid"

"Hey, don't think like that, look Isaac. This stuff isn't some totem pole carved in stone or wood forever to be that way. It's more like... an elevator."

"An elevator?"

"Yes, an elevator. You might not see it but people are constantly moving up and down the levels Yes those at the top often don't think about the bottom and the bottom struggle to even imagine ever being at the top but no one stays in those places forever and believe me when you get out of here none of it would have mattered and you'll realize there never was an elevator you were all just living on the same floor convinced you had it better or worse when everyone else" he says "you know I was a pretty big nerd when I was your age Didn't stop me getting a firecracker like your mother. I was on the chess team, algebra club, top science student two years running and your mother was a flag girl"

"No offence but stuff is different nowadays it's not like them You were my age things have changed"

"...how old do you think I am?" He glared

"Well, I'm seventeen?"

"Yeah and I'm thirty-four," he says "AHH Miss Ava Paige just the woman I've been needing to see"

"Mr Newton of course step into my office," she says

I was kind of taken aback by what he said for a moment before I followed them into the office.

[darpow]

TASK #11 WRITE A LETTER

triggering / sensitive content: none!

Young Darrius,

I'm writing you this letter as an adult. A thirty-something year old man who lives in a house by the beach with roommates and two dogs and teaches American history for a living. An adult who wants to look back on those days that you laid in that twin bed in Chicago, in the room you shared with two brothers, staring at the ceiling, wondering if someday, somehow, you would be able to realize your dreams, and let you know that yes, you can.

Childhood is fun, so embrace it. When your dad asks you to put down the book and go fishing, do it. Pack a couple extra sandwiches and root beers, wear something comfortable, don't think about the math homework that you have to finish, or how important that book reading is to your overall grade. When your mom calls you Darrey and lets her friends pinch your cheeks, don't sigh dramatically and mumble about wanting to be anywhere else, just talk to them, smile, relish in that attention. When your brothers want to wrestle, wrestle. When your sisters want to help you dress for class, let them. Enjoy family vacations, enjoy nights out with your friends, embrace it all, because soon you'll be a teenager.

And as much as you want to focus on your studies, don't feel guilty about taking a night off to go to the movies, or hang out at a friend's house! But whatever you do, don't feel guilty if you turn down a date, or just don't feel interested in dating. I can tell you, as an adult, it's okay to not be into that; to not want to date or be intimate with anyone, so please don't worry about that, or think something's wrong with you. The teenaged years are going to be awkward and constantly make you doubt yourself, but move through them, it gets better. Eventually, you'll graduate, and then, you'll go to college.

What I said about not worrying about not wanting to date? True, but it's okay if you do, and it's okay if you try to give away your heart, and things just don't work out. Try new things, but don't feel pressured. Stick with what makes you happy, and the right people will understand. And study! Go to that party, yeah, and practice your drums (it will come in handy later), but it's alright to stay at home and read and read and read, because it will pay off someday. You'll cross that stage and get your diploma and then comes adulthood, which... is terrifying, sure, don't get me wrong.

But you'll learn to grow. You'll move to Michigan and think things are great, and then it's going to fall apart, but it's okay. You'll pick yourself back up and you'll get a job offer in Maine (I know... stick with me, here), and be scared to death, but pack up to move to the coast. Live in a tiny apartment. Teach students at a level maybe lower than you were hoping... and then your dream job will open up. Community college professor, tasked with teaching American History. And they allow you to teach it your way, to be open and honest and make history fun for everyone who is willing to learn. That's the best part. Eventually, you'll earn enough money to go in with roommates on a house, and really, you should be part of a sitcom. A teacher, a tattoo artist, a non-alcoholic cocktail barn owner and a DJ that's a wiz a social media. FRIENDS, who? Most importantly, you'll finally feel happy, finally feel like you... that's a good feeling.

... oh, but. The Bears still haven't won a Super Bowl since you were born, so don't get too excited.

I know that right now, laying in bed, looking up at the glow in the dark stars that your brothers insisted on having, it doesn't always seem possible. You love Chicago, you can't imagine moving away, but you don't know what opportunities are there for you. You're scared you're not wired right, you're worried you won't make friends -- but it's all going to be okay. You'll be okay, you great big history nerd. Your heart and your brain are not your enemies, not the things holding you back. They're what get you to where you're supposed to be.

Chin up, Darrey. We've got this.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Ok, I have so many thoughts and questions regarding the latest chapter of LBAF.

1. Poor Magnus can't catch a break. He has to witness Future Max tantrums in this century AGAIN. but I'm so glad Alec and Rafael got to see him, and vice versa. I'm sure Present Max will have a reality check when he meets/converses with Future Max.

2. Considering what Future Max told Mallory that "he cried for 11 days", I'm assuming David confessed it eventually? Wow. That's painful and loving to know that he chose to be vulnerable.

3. WHAT DID LEVIATHAN MEAN WHEN HE SAID TO MALLORY THANKS FOR WHATEVER SHE DID? WTF IS THAT MEAN??

4. Ben and Lexi just fucking rules I mean. Like 👑👑

5. So, if it takes >500 years to fix the wards, im assuming Future Max is almost that many years old, so by calculation he'll fix them.

6. ALSO MAX LEARNT WARLOCK MATH. GOD DAMN YES.

Fin.

AH I LOVE Q&A TIME LET'S GO.

Magnus at this point: Haven't I been through enough???

We love painful confessions ngl

She did what she was supposed to do****

YES I LOVE THEIR DUO

Powerful babe and warlock math nerd??? We love to see it.

****deleted bit from fourth pov chapter 27.

"Do you know why I'm here?" he asked her. "Now?"

"Because you love me," Mallory whispered.

"Because if I kill you now," Max said. "It won't change anything in the future."

Mallory swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"It's just math, really," Max chuckled. "Let's say, someone else dies. My brother, for example. If Rafael dies right now, the future timeline will get fucked real bad."

He moved closer to her. She did too.

"Let's say David dies right now," Max said with a mock shudder. "Oof. You don't even want to know the shit that will go down."

Another step closer.

"But you, Mallory, it doesn't matter if you live or die," Max told her. "Because your life has no value. You serve no purpose. Not anymore."

[thatcharmingjerk]

15 questions/15 people

got tagged by @angry-velociraptor , cheers!! I love these things! :D I’m just horrible at remembering to actually do them!! x’’’’3 

1. are you named after anyone?

HMM I guess?? Like my given name was after a granma of mom or something I think but my real (second) name is after dads dad! 

2. when was the last time you cried?

I really can’t say???? I don’t really cry because of sadness these days but i do tear up because of dumbest shit!!! Its wild how easily I can get happy/emotional tears!!!

3. do you have kids?

oHOHHAHAHAAAHA nope. No thank you. At least I have that going on for me for being trans!!!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don’t know ;;w;; Sometimes yes but I think people sometimes depict stuff I just say as sarcasm idk!!!! I used to be sarcastic me thinks?? These days not that much tho??

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

HMMM like- the aura??? The presence??? Style, what you’re wearing, what accesories there is, piercings, tattoos, or lack of them! Height too, kinda at least like I just noticed last time I met a friend how short she is????? And I’ve known her for like 5 years!!?!?!?!? I’m also very bad with faces! 

6. what’s your eye color?

Greyish blue! 

7. scary movie or happy endings?

As a greedy bisexual; BOTH!!!! Seriously tho both have their charm, and they don’t really even exclude each other. I don’t really have preference for either, if the movie is good then its good!!!

8. any special talents?

Well, art?? And I can move my ears at will!! 

9. where were you born?

In hopsital öhöhöhhehehvfgdjfs but yea Finland

10. what are your hobbies?

Arts and crafts, as you can guess, drawing/painting/sculpting/needle felting, but I hike/take walks with the dogy, I love watching birds and other creatures and nature in general on walks..! Moss is life!!! I keep plants and aquarium, i’d love to get second tank only for shrimps!! And paleontology and mythology nerding, i do play them cursed videogames bit too, oh yeah I read too, like actual books of paper!! Tryna teach myself to read more again!! That’s some of it! 

11. do you have any pets?

Dogy and fish!! Aamu the dog and Peetu the kala!!! also shrimps! 

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

Not really anything?? Haha, like I used to really like football and uhh salibandy?? sähly??? as kid (idk floor ball??? ground hickey!?!?!?) and participated on class teams (badly cause I was astmathic fat kid) for those and also randomly in basket ball too??  I wasn’t really athletic but I wish I had been!! I did some horse riding too, nothing proper though cause we were poor but yeahh..! 

13. how tall are you?

166cm, i’mma short king ! 

14. favorite subject in school?

As kid I liked almost everything, I used to love math, but hmm, lets say art and biology!! 

15. dream job?

Oughhhhh idk............. Part time something???? I wish I could do more ceramics?? But idk, maybe concept artist or character designer?? Maybe paleoartist??? idk, tbh I been thinking about applying for retirement and just do whatever dabbling |’’’3 I think I really need to get my mental health in order properly before I can really think career??? I really wish I had some sorta handler or secretary or manager anyways !!!!!! Oh right if i didn’t have allergies I’d probably be some sorta animal dude, like horse trainer or something!! 

tagging: HMM LETS SEE @lil-bear-femme @kuoringankalmo @theonlygayinoulu @niborniac @chundertale 

[withoutmonsterswebecomethem]

Day 1: Bryn might be most associated with Hook or Hatter, maybe a mix of both ( I didn't finish the show so this is just based on characters I know/remember)? I also tend to associate him a lot with Zoro and/or Luffy from One Piece or the idea of Nakama/Friendship, Naruto from Naruto, or Sasori from Naruto Or really any of the characters who had to grow up orphans. Makoto from Ghost in The Shell. As for Disney animation, I think he'd fit with Stitch, perhaps Lilo? Or at least the premise of Lilo and Stitch, with Ohana, for the most part. Or Aladdin, possibly some Lewis, from Meet The Robinsons. I also associate him with Kotaro, from Kotaro Lives Alone. For any Studio Ghibli characters, I think he fits Howl, from Howl's Moving Castle pretty nicely. Matilda Wormwood. Huey Freeman. Kat Stratford. GLaDOS.

Day 2: Broken by The Devil Wears Prada

Day 3: I'd guess Water Blue. Or any blue and green, and colors of winter.

Day 4: Maybe a wolf, or a sloth. Possibly a fox. lol. I can also see him as a Mothman type of creature, or something of that nature.

Day 5: Bryn likes to have milkshakes, smoothies, or liquor as usual. So, no he doesn't drink the recommended amount of water daily. lol. And he doesn't like coffee on top of all of that, not one bit.

Day 6: Bryn has a stuffed animal that was given to him when he was abandoned by his parents at birth. This has stayed with him since then, and is, to him, considered a 'best friend' and so a most precious and prized item to him.

Day 7: The bedroom in his trailer is completely spotless, with a nice comfy bed at the center, of the near pristine-looking room. It is adorned with some posters from anime, or sci-fi movies, like the rest of his house, with some knick-knacks and figures of the same taste. There are some of his older skateboards stacked against one corner of the room. Along with a few stacks of books, he's 'currently reading'. Along with bed stands that hold some other items and at night the journal he's currently writing in. Bedroom aesthetics here.

Day 8: Having skipped several grades as he grew up, Bryn was often left on his own, or seen as 'strange' by the other kids who couldn't really understand him for the most part. As he wasn't into much of the same things as other kids. He liked math, reading, and strange and unusual things. Along with being younger than most of his classmates, due to skipping grades, he was seen as 'beneath' his more ignorant classmates, and too much of a 'dork' or a 'nerd' by them. Those he could get along with were often prone to being jealous of him overshadowing them as he continued on his trajectory. However, due to this, he would get involved in habits that helped him deal with the feeling of being 'left out' and 'othered' by the people around him at the time. This did not so much impact his path to graduating early and attending and graduating from university early. But, it did consume and does still consume much of his free time, to this day.

Day 9: Bryn's biggest desire, probably just finding strange and unusual things, in general. But otherwise, he just wants family, a nakama, someone to have fun and do stuff with, like go on hikes, or cryptid hunting. He thinks the perfect relationship with someone is someone he can be friends with. Go on adventures with, things of that sort.

Day 10: He hasn't been in any serious relationships since he has yet to meet someone interested in just sitting around reading books, being read to, or doing stuff. This has resulted in him breaking it off with several relationships he's had before even really starting them. Or, well, "friend zoning" people consistently. In the end, his ideal type is easily someone who just wants to hang out and do things that aren't sexual or romantic, so much as just, fun.

Day 11: Nothing, yet.

[ailtrahq]

FTX founder Sam Bankman-Fried’s criminal trial for fraud resumed at 10 a.m. New York time, as Federal Judge Lewis A. Kaplan moved to conclude jury selection and hear opening statements from attorneys on both sides. Senior District Judge Lewis A. Kaplan is presiding over the case, and Assistant U.S. Attorney Nicolas Roos is leading the prosecution. The defense is being led by Mark Cohen. Here are the latest live updates from inside the courtroom on day 2:  Judge Kaplan wrapped up initial juror picks around 11:20 a.m. ET, with 12 jurors and 6 alternates selected. Opening statements begin with 40 minutes for the defendant, and 25 minutes for the prosecutors.  Opening statement from the prosecutor Assistant U.S. Attorney says Bankman-Fried lied to the world as he built his crypto empire at FTX. Only his close friends and girlfriend knew the truth about what was happening.  Prosecutor says the defendant opened bank accounts with fake records and stole FTX customer deposits through Alameda’s unrestricted access to its funds.  The prosecutor blames SBF for using FTX funds for political donations and celebrity endorsements.  AUSA ends the opening statement by saying, “There is only one verdict: Sam Bankman-Fried is guilty.”  Opening statement from SBF’s lawyer Bankman-Fried’s defense attorney, Mark Cohen, starts his statement by saying his client didn’t defraud anyone.  He said FTX’s super quick growth hampered Sam’s chances to hire risk managers. The defense blames SBF’s girlfriend, Caroline Ellison, alleging that Alameda’s funds were not hedged according to Sam’s advice.  You gotta admit, it’s a pretty bold move a defense attorney to use an example of wire fraud in his opening statement at a fraud case https://t.co/G7CbefS2uc— Sean Tuffy (@SMTuffy) October 4, 2023 The defense claims Twitter attacks from Binance, and its CEO, Changpeng “CZ” Zhao, caused a multi-billion dollar bank run on FTX. Stocks crashed, Bitcoin fell by 70%, and all companies were hurt, including Alameda – says the defense.  Cohen tries to paint SBF as a good character among the jurors, saying he’s just a math nerd who never partied or drank.  Houses in the Bahamas were bought by FTX to lure the “best and brightest” to the company.  Cohen says Ellison, Wang and Nishad will testify for the government and have pled guilty.  The jury will be asked to find SBF not guilty at the end of the trial, Cohen says and ends the opening statement.  Witness examination The defense requested to exclude photos showing SBF’s Bahamas yachts was denied by Judge Kaplan, as he believes SBF did buy expensive things.  The first witness, Marc-Antoine Julliard, a cocoa broker from London, is called to testify. Julliard traded crypto through FTX and says he thought FTX made money by charging commissions on trades.  Julliard added that he didn’t think FTX was lending out customer funds at the time. 

[jtl-fics]

Math Nerd AU (Part 1)

Neil Josten is just about the most boring new recruit that the Foxes had ever gotten. He makes healthy breakfasts, goes on morning runs, coupons, and (worst of all) genuinely loves math.

So why can't Andrew stop thinking about the damn math nerd?

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Future Past (1)

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Move-in Day:  (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

Stupid Sexy Josten: (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 

Ichirou at Court:  (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10)

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[altruistic-meme]

AFTG fic recs

Hi all! I just wanted to share some of my all-time favorite fanfics for aftg, for no real reason other than I want more people to read them and send their love to the authors :) 

Under a readmore because it got. A little long. But please enjoy!

WIPs

Dangerous Habits by LovelyLittleGrim ( @lovelylittlegrim )

Andrew has run into problems while on undercover jobs before. None of those problems were anything like the troublesome runaway that is one Nathaniel Wesninski

Aka: the fic where Andrew is undercover as a hitman for hire and Neil is the guy who hires him. Things get complicated from there.

Undercover Andrew? BAMF Neil? Hitman AU?? Absolutely. I’m in love. The story is just *chef kisses*

Chapters: 8/9

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, past rape/non-con, Drake Spear (who is his own warning), Butcher Neil, 

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Negotiations by elesary ( @elesary )

This is what Andrew Minyard knows: his brother is dead, killed by a petty Raven prince who has never learned to keep his hands off of Andrew's things. His brother's daughters are his responsibility, a job that is made infinitely harder when their shitty grandparents want custody. Nathaniel Wesninski is a liar, but he might be the only way to avenge Aaron and protect his nieces. All Andrew has to do is watch Nathaniels - Neil's- back as he carves out his own life and identity from everyone who thinks they own him.

Andrew has always been good at upholding his end of the bargain, has he finally found someone willing to uphold theirs?

This fic has got me fucked up, honestly. I’m emotional over it. It’s fantastic.

Chapters: 11/?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, attempted sexual assault, Butcher Neil,

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the upper hand by plantelty ( @plantelty  )

Shortly after losing his mother, Neil arrives in the small town of Palmetto, South Carolina, alone in the world and with an impossible plan to carry through.

At the age of eighteen, Andrew ends up helping a boy stage his own death.

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Just two fucked up boys learning to trust each other during the course of a summer, but also: multiple references to songs, twinyard angst (Nicky tries his best), The Plotting of Neil Josten's Gruesome Demise, and shit hitting the fan in a variety of ugly ways!

The cliffhanger has got me on the edge of my seat, but it is 100% worth the read and the wait for the last chapter!! 

Chapters: 10/11

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Canon typical violence, 

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The Butcher’s House by Fire_Bear ( @fire-bear )

Andrew thought something was odd with the house the Foxes had to move into after their Athletes' House had been burnt down. He just wasn't prepared for what was actually wrong with it.

For this was a house full of monsters.

Ghost story! Ghost story! Ghost story! I literally think about this fic every other day, it’s fantastic. 

Chapters: 6/?

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: character death (major or minor is unclear), injuries, 

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Promise of an Unbroken Boy by elesary ( @elesary​ )

Neil is caught by the police with Mary's burning body and is sent to juvie in Oakland where he is assigned to share a cell with one Andrew Doe, who promises him Exy, if only Neil will tell him all of his secrets. With no access to tinted contacts and hair dye, he agrees, it's only a matter of time until he's killed after all. What does he have to lose?

But Andrew's found someone who knows what a promise means, and he'll be damned if he lets that go without a fight.

Ngl this is definitely in my very top favorites -- I LOVE the idea of Neil and Andrew meeting pre-series, and this fic just BLEW my expectations for that plotline out of the waters

Chapters: 14/?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Underage, attempted rape/non-con, canon-typical violence, 

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Complete

The Nameless Monster by kanekicure ( @kanekicure )

Nathaniel Wesninski wants nothing more than to see his father dead and buried. But when his father promises him the title of The Butcher, Nathaniel quickly realizes that his destiny of following in his father's footsteps is closer than ever before.

So of course, when he gets forced to go undercover for the Baltimore police, he starts seeing what living could truly be.

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Andrew Minyard is a newly recruited police officer for the worst precinct in Baltimore, who is dedicated on hunting down the notorious Butcher and his unnamed underling. But when Neil Josten is thrown into his midst as his civilian consultant; he starts to realize some things don't quite appear as they seem.

I love the story telling -- the secret identities, the plotting, everything.

Chapters: 14/14

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Butcher Neil, implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced slef-harm (I believe there is a scene that is somewhat detailed on this subject), some characters also get drugged at one point, 

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that’s just something people say by nanatsuyu ( @theoctopusnods )

Neil makes the mistake of stealing the wrong car. Andrew makes the mistake of offering a ride to a liar. They both make the mistake of turning the whole affair into a road trip ‘home.’

Gonna be honest; the summary does not give a big idea as to what is in store and i am SO GLAD I gave this one a try so i’m telling you that you will be too

Chapters: 24/24

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, panic attacks (somewhat grahic descriptions of)

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The Story After You by kanekicure ( @kanekicure )

Andrew Minyard does not understand how Riko Moriyama landed Neil Wesninski.

How the snot-nosed, small dick, rich brat, second son of the Moriyama family who also just so happened to own the largest EXY gear and merchandiser company in the world “RAVEN” - had landed smart mouthed, quick witted, stupidly blue eyed Wesninski, was beyond him. Well, unless Wesninski was a gold digger, but Andrew doubted it.

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Or; how Andrew Minyard says he doesn't get into messy situations, until he meets Neil and suddenly he is in the most messiest possible situation ever imagined in his life - oh and also, he might be becoming a homewrecker.

Ok I am behind bc I haven’t read the final chapter of this but!! I love the story, it’s very emotional and moving, and I love the characterization in it.

Chapters: 10/10

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Abusive Riko/Neil, abusive relationship, implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/reference child abuse, implied/referenced self-harm, graphic depictions of violence, some descriptions of injuries/scarring, 

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This Complicated Life by 5a5b5p5 ( @andrewsbutterflyknife )

“This is exactly why I don’t want you and Andrew to meet,” Aaron says grumpily. “You two would get along far too well.”

Neil grins. “I just like pissing you off,” he says, “It’s not my fault your brother does such a good job at it.”

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Neil doesn’t expect much from his Sophomore year of college, but when he becomes a waiter at the Palmetto Bistro, his life gets a whole lot more interesting. As it turns out, maintaining friendships new and old as well as navigating an interesting relationship with the head chef of the restaurant—who just so happens to be his best friend’s twin brother—is a lot more complicated than he’d thought it would be.

A much more light-hearted fic than most of the others! Includes a secret relationship, and also chef Andrew >>

Chapters: 10/10

Rating: Mature

Warnings: 

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When I Fade, Keep Me in Your Memory by demesh 

Neil Josten has a secret: he can flicker out of existence.

He can vanish with the turn of a thought; click his fingers, and suddenly he’s not there anymore. Invisible and untouchable, he becomes a living ghost.

Having promised his mother never to let his ability go, Neil teeters the line between faded and real, a person and an echo. He can’t risk getting hurt.

But then, one day, someone sees him when they shouldn’t be able to.

 A (flower-shop) AU about how a faded and lonely Neil finds it in him to become someone real.

Another fic that I need to catch up on ;; but anyway it’s amazing and I love Neil’s ability in it, it’s so well explained and well-written about

Chapters: 12/12

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, panic attacks

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12 Ways to Woo a Minyard by NikNak22 ( @knickknacksandallthat )

Neil is a math nerd who, by a stroke of dumb luck, falls into a group of friends that are the closest thing to family he’s ever had. So, when he tells them about his new mysterious crush, he shouldn’t be surprised how immediately they come up with a plan to help win them over. One they insist that if Neil follows it, he’ll have them falling for him in no time. But things don’t always go to plan – or do they?

Nicky wants to set him up with someone else. Matt and Jeremy are confused but supportive. Allison and Seth offer lewd suggestions, while Dan does her best to keep everyone in line. Jean and Renee know something, Aaron doesn’t really care, and Kevin just wants Neil to join the lacrosse team.

But one thing’s for certain – whether Neil’s successful or not, everyone’s got money riding on this.

The romance-trope-filled fanfic of my dreams. Sometimes you just need a fic of pure joy -- this is that fic. 

Chapters: 14/14

Rating: Mature

Warnings: 

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finders keepers by moonix ( @annawrites ​ )

Andrew meets Nathaniel through a scavenger hunt app. As their team takes part in a hunt that sends each of them to creepy, abandoned places alone to solve clues and gain points, Andrew and Nathaniel begin a little treasure hunt of their own. The anonymity of getting to know each other in small increments, never meeting face-to-face, allows them a level of intimacy neither are used to. Meanwhile Renee’s friend Neil is acting weird whenever Andrew shows up…

This was one of the first fics I read for aftg!! And BOY what a great start!! All of the little pieces and parts that work together, and just the scavenger hunt itself is fantastic! (I also REALLY wanna know if there is an app like this out there because I would be down to do that)

Chapters: 8/8

Rating: Mature

Warnings: (these all come from the author:) “mentions of historical abuse in a mental asylum, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder and kidnapping, morbid facts, creepy abandoned places including a haunted house at a theme park with disturbing rooms, special appearance of a creepy clown doll, fatphobia and some introspection on body image/complicated relationship with food, mention of self harm scars”

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Scared to Live (But I’m Scared to Die) by Major_816 ( @major816 )

Neil Josten goes to the Nest for Andrew, but he stays for a lot more.

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"I'm sorry Coach," he muttered.

"For what kid?" Wymack shifted. "You've got to give me something to work with here."

Wymack watched the thin traces of sorrow as paper exchanged hands and he was looking down at a contract with the Edgar Allan Raven's.

"I signed them Coach, I'm sorry."

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The one where Neil doesn't come back from Winter Break.

It is VERY dark, and is one of very few fics that I have actually been almost unable to read one of the scenes, so DEFINITELY pay attention to the warnings -- both these, and the ones provided for each individual chapter. I did go through the fic to collect as many warnings as I could find in the chapter warnings, but be sure to take care of yourself.

Chapters: 36/36

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: rape/non-con elements, implied/referenced rape/non-con, discussions of rape/non-con, canon-typical violence, graphic descritions, physical abuse, panic attacks, descriptions of injuries (often graphic), psychological warfare, dissociating, psychological torture, physical torture, use of knives, alcoholism/alcohol abuse, pain-induced delirium, rape/non-con, emotional self-separation, suicidal ideation/thoughts of suicide, emotional distress (which sums up the whole fic and also me while reading it), handcuffs/chains used as restraints, referenced/implied abuse towards animals, vomitting, begging, excessive use of painkillers, drowning, waterboarding, physical restraint, mutilation of an animal, mild hallucinations, non-con drugging, sleep deprivation, starvation, humiliation, the Butcher, 

Also one of the first fics I read and 100% my absolute favorite fic!!! Which is adfjhsd a little worrying, considering, but it is what it is. Anyway. This fic absolutely wrecked me, and while it is technically complete, there is a sequel in the works! So! But I am so so excited for the sequel, and I am working on rereading this. It’s amazing. 1000/10.

[theseancekid]

GET TO KNOW YOUR WRITING PARTNER! (repost, don’t reblog!)

NAME? Ash

PRONOUNS? She/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION? literally whatever lmao! im’s, discord, messenger pigeon, you name it

NAME OF MUSES? Klaus (and also Louis de Pointe du Lac at @sangcreole!)

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG? I think 11 years now?? I first started during my freshman year of high school...so y’all can do the math lmao

BEST EXPERIENCE? Oh gosh, there are so many, I’ve met so many lovely people through tumblr rp!! I think one of the highlights was meeting a friend through my Louis blog, who then asked me to start a Vampire Chronicles podcast that kind of blew up, so that was really wild?? The vampire chronicles rpc really popped off in like 2017-2019 so that was really fun to like have a podcast that people actually listened to, and then have people follow my blog and send in questions. 

RP PET PEEVES? I don’t think I have any real pet peeves...I mean, I think the biggest thing that makes it harder for me to write with people is if we have a thread together and my partner doesn’t do anything to forward the plot. Like, I know sometimes in fluffier plots, there’s not much to move forward, but if i’m having to carry the entire conversation then it doesn’t feel like there’s much point to the thread y’know?

MUSE PREFERENCES FOR ANGST / FLUFF / SMUT? I think all 3 have their merits! I tend to gravitate towards angst just because...klaus has A LOT of baggage to unpack and he’s one of those characters who is always teetering on the edge, always just shy of falling apart, so there’s a lot of fun tension to play around with there. Fluff threads are sometimes harder if there’s nothing propelling the plot forward but listen Klaus deserves so much love and i want to give that to him. in fact, a lot of my fluff threads end up turning angsty, or vice versa, because klaus just doesn’t know how to be loved or how to be soft, so it’s really great to explore that. and as for smut...i mean, it’s kind of a given with klaus that things will get a bit naughty LOL. i’m not a huge fan of writing extremely gratuitous threads unless there’s like...an emotional or dramatic tie-in, if that makes sense. like, i don’t like just writing sex for the sake of sex, but i like the weird, funny, angsty, intimate emotions surrounding it. i really LOVE exploring characters’ relationships with intimacy, so yes, this blog will occasionally get smutty

PLOTS OR MEMES? oh my god, MEMES PLEASE lmfao i’m so bad at plotting!!! my social energy is extremely limited and while I love gushing about klaus, it’s hard for me to like commit to things and plan things out. I definitely prefer memes because they give me a general direction, but also give me the freedom to completely improvise.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? I have a hard time limiting myself with short replies lmao listen klaus is an agent of chaos so i feel like all my replies kind of go off the rails with him. there’s nothing wrong with short replies but like...i will gladly take all the content i can get with my rp partners!!! i swear, y’all are so talented, you could write me a novel and i would obsess over every single word.

BEST TIME TO WRITE? deadass i’ve conditioned myself so that i physically CANNOT write any earlier than 11pm. i’m usually lurking on this blog in the evening, but the actual writing doesn’t get done until 11pm-1am lmao

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE? I used to think Klaus and I were total opposites just on the basis that he’s an absolute extrovert party animal and i am a textbook introvert nerd, but there are definitely a lot of similarities between us. On a surface level, my wardrobe isn’t all that different from Klaus’— I wear skinny jeans and converse sneakers every goddamn day of my life and I would absolutely wear crop tops if it was work appropriate LOL. But beyond that, I think we both have a deeply sensitive nature. I am...too empathetic for my own good, but I’m also extremely good at hiding my emotions when I want to (god, I’m the most Gemini gemini you’ll ever meet) so I’ll always relate to that side of Klaus lmao

Tagged by: the lovely @tempportal Tagging: @littleshcp @downpaths @murdcck @nofinalgirl @fightknife

[sasstrash]

Please forgive me I've been super focused on school

The Silent Queen 6; A Royal Morning

Raven woke up the same she always did - quietly. No one ever really noticed her until she was outside her room and hallway back in the castle but at school, people smiled and waved at her the second she left her dorm with Maddie. She guessed that the news of her arrival had spread and a lot of people wanted to know the daughter of the Evil Queen. Raven grimaced at the thought, she would have preferred not to be known at all. To just be a minor character in a smaller story. With a happy ending. But that wasn’t who she was, she was Raven Queen and this was her life.

Walking down the corridors to the castleteria was mostly uneventful aside from all the other students who continued looking at her and pointing things out. It was times like these that she wished she could hear. But then again she wasn’t sure how well she’d adjust to suddenly being able to hear. The castleteria itself is big and crowded with white lighting that made everything look brighter than what Raven was used to, many eyes looked over to her and Raven felt herself subconsciously tug at a lavender streak in her hair. This was going to be a long school year.

Cerise stood up and waved over at the pair of newcomers from her table where she sat with Cedar, Hunter, and a few girls who Raven vaguely remembered from yesterday who had been with that blonde- Apple, Apple White. The next Snow White, the one Raven would eventually have to poison. Raven stopped moving for a second at the thought of her destiny. Eyes wide she almost started to shake until Maddie lightly poked her shoulder, pointing to the castleteria’s food table. Raven straightened and followed her roommate and best friend to grab breakfast.

At home, she usually just walks into the kitchen. Chef made pancakes most mornings with berries from the nearby forest and honey on top. Raven always loved those pancakes, even if she had them almost every day. Raven quickly put a few slices of bacon on her plate smiling at the staff before grabbing some fruit salad and a couple of waffles and left to follow Maddie over to Cedar’s table. Most people moved out of the way to let the two girls pass through in order to get to their table. If Raven was being honest she had expected more students to run away from her when she arrived, and yet they all seemed to be completely enamoured by her. Weird. Maybe it was because she hadn’t shown up for regular school until this year, or because no one knew what she looked like (she avoided mirror phones and rarely left the castle grounds), or maybe none of them knew much about deaf people. Or maybe all three. By the time she and Maddie sat down, Raven was already exhausted, and she hadn’t even gone to class yet!!

‘Morning Rae, how was your first night at EAH?’ Cerise signed over to her childhood friend. Raven smiled at the nickname, Cerise had given it to her when they were about six, very soon afterwards Raven and Cerise began talking more over chats with their mirror phones as Cerise started elementary school while Raven began to be castleschooled. The two would work on video chats every now and again to keep sign language in Cerise’s vocabulary, (usually with a little help from Ramona too, but it’s not like they could talk about that it was a secret!) so the two stayed connected no matter where they were.

‘It’s been good Cher,’ another nickname that had come from their younger years ‘you know after the whole Headmaster situation me and Maddie set up our dorm. It was definitely different from the castle or your place’ Raven concluded before picking up her fork. She really was hungry after skipping dinner last night. As the others smiled at her she felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over her, these were her friends, some through childhood, some through the others and they all loved her. She was loved, at least she was now but once she became, that she wouldn’t be. Her smile began to dim just a tad as she bit into her waffle. She shook it off before looking at the three girls she didn’t know the names of. ‘Oh sorry I almost forgot, I’m Raven, and you guys are?’ she asked the brunette in pink, the platinum blonde in white and the ginger with green eyes. Each one smiled at her as brightly as her friends, if not a bit brighter, they were probably princesses, Raven thought to herself before each one signed their names.

‘Briar Beauty’ The girl in all pink signed with slightly tired eyes. Raven immediately made the connection to the Sleeping Beauty Story, it took a lot for her not to frown, that was always such a sad tale, sleeping for a hundred years would mean losing the people she loved. Even still Raven could see that something else was turning in her mind, maybe she’d get to see what that was.

The ginger signed after ‘Ashlynn Ella it’s nice to meet you!’ she had the brightest smile that Raven had seen from the trio. Cinderella’s daughter her mind added in, another story with a happy ending but a tragic beginning, she couldn’t imagine losing both of her parents. Then again it was better than being imprisoned in a mirror, or being forced to dance in hot iron shoes until death, or being crushed by a boulder after falling off of a cliff. Raven’s thoughts were broken as she saw that Ashlynn was sitting very close to Hunter, who seemed to be completely focused on her, the dork had a crush, which seemed to be mutual. If Raven could speak well she would have laughed.

‘I’m Darling Charming but you can call me Darl for short’ The Platinum Blonde signed last as she gave a simple polite smile. Like the one that Raven had been taught to use for visitors and knights when she was younger. A female born Charming? She had heard of it before but it wasn’t common, most of them became small-time princesses with small kingdoms, or took over for the Charming Kingdom when the time came. It would be interesting Raven thought to see where her destiny leads her, after all, Darling definitely had the most open book story out of all of them.

‘It’s nice to meet all of you’ Raven signed before continuing ‘So.. has anyone gotten a schedule, I still haven’t’ It hadn’t been a big surprise to her though, she supposed no one had accounted for her deafness and they might have had to remake her schedule. After she mentioned it though she saw Cedar hit her head with her hand. “Ugh, I almost forgot,” she muttered to the group before pulling out a piece of paper. ‘Here Raven, I passed the headmaster and he asked me to give this to you, don’t worry he only had to reschedule two subjects!’ she finished passing the note over. Raven sent a grateful smile to her friend thank goodness for Cedar on the top of the paper a note was written with a schedule underneath. It read:

Dear Ms. Queen; first of all, I’d like to apologize for not being aware of this sooner, in the short time we’ve been given I was able to find some students to help you translate in each class. However, just in case most classes have an extra student who understands sign language. Below is your schedule, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ever After High.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Grimm

Breakfast: 6:30-8:30

Block one: Geografairy with Professor Jack B. Nimble (assisted by Cerise Hood) 8:45-9:30

Block two: Beast Training and Care with Professor Poppa Bear (assisted by Dexter Charming) 9:35-10:20

Block three: General Villainy with Professor Badwolf (assisted by Ramona Badwolf) 10:25-11:10

Block four: Math with Dr. King Charming (assisted by Ashlynn Ella) 11:15-12:00

Lunch: 12:00-12:45

Block five: History with Professor Rumpilstilskin (assisted by Madelyn Hatter) 1:00-1:45

Block six: Spellcasting and Potions with Professor Baba Yaga (assisted by Cedar Wood) 1:50-2:35

Block seven: Grimmnastics with Coach Gingerbreadman (assisted by Darling Charming) 2:40-3:25

Block eight: Art with Professor Card (assisted by Meshell Mermaid) 3:30-4:15

Dinner may be had at any time after this, as can counselling with Baba Yaga or Mother Goose. Lights out is at 10:30

Raven smiled at the schedule she only didn’t know two of the names on here. She was nervous to start her time at EAH but as long as she had good grades and a clear head she was sure she would do fine.

Notes:

I am really sorry this took so long, I kept forgetting about it because of school and COVID. btw if anyone knows how to make a master post and pin it could you please let me know? I would like to be able to do that. I also just got an AO3 account so I might post on there.

Taglist For The Silent Queen:

@virgil-is-a-cutie @justafanwarrior @bee-a-garbage-shipper @spicybelladonna @starrry-nites @tired-butterfly @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @themagicmistic @a-star-with-a-human-name @futursworld @pepelachanel @me-with-a-z-and-double-the-e @wolf-for-life

@iz-bell-saiah @thebookwormfairy @fantasiame

[marshmallow-phd]

Nine Little Letters

Genre: College AU, Fake Dating AU, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before AU

Inspired By: This graphic made by @rcse-tvler​

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: Just when you thought life was done shoving you down, it got much, much worse. After finding out that your latest crush was already in a relationship, you did what you always did when emotions ran high: you wrote a letter. Signed and sealed, you put it away with the eight other letters you’d written to past one-sided loves, never to be seen again. That is, until a mix up accidentally sends those letters out to their respective recipients and you find yourself in the middle of one confusing web of love. With fake relationships, insecurities, and revelations swirling around, things are bound to get a little messy.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11

This was the worst kind of humiliation. Standing there on the sidewalk staring open-mouthed at the one person you were excited to see today, you were crumbling into a million pieces. And no one even noticed. That was what made this humiliation so bad; there was no one to witness it. You were breaking and no one cared.

You should have known better, really. This morning was going too well. You had woken up on time, had a delicious, filling breakfast, and had managed to put an outfit together worthy of any Pinterest board. Your confidence was through the roof and you were going to do the one thing in your life you swore you would never do.

You were going to confess to your crush.

Signing up for math tutoring was the last thing you wanted to do. Who in the world wanted to spend their valuable free time learning more about equations and algorithms? But you needed to pass this class. It was the second time you’d taken college algebra and the thought of taking it a third time made you want to crawl under your bed. So, you buckled down and took the walk of shame into the math lab. (Yes, that was an exaggeration. Everyone knows there is no shame in getting help. Didn’t mean you had to like it.) When you got the call from your assigned tutor, you ignored it. You didn’t like talking on the phone to anyone let alone a number you didn’t recognize. No voicemail was left. Then a text came through.

Hi, (y/n)! This Kim Junmyeon! I’ve been assigned as your math tutor. When you get a chance, let me know when you’re free so we can create a schedule that works for you. Have a great day!

You waited an appropriate amount of time before replying. So, an hour and half later, you texted him your schedule and made a plan to meet up in the library the following Thursday. You marked that day on your calendar with exactly zero enthusiasm. In your head, this Kim Junmyeon was the cliché nerd from movies: dorky glasses, snort-like laugh, and clothes that looked better on a grandfather. Oh, boy were you so happy to be wrong.

Sitting down at one of the tables by the large, ceiling high windows, Junmyeon was nothing like you’d imagined. He had a sophisticated aura about him. He dressed nicely, a thin long-sleeved shirt over a patterned button down, the collar laid nicely over the top of the shirt, and was blessed with sharp, handsome features. You knew you were in trouble. But you didn’t care. You sat down at that table eagerly, ready to… learn.

For the past month and a half, you’d met Junmyeon twice a week to go over the lessons and work on the assignments. By some miracle, your grade was actually going up in the class. Somehow you were able to better comprehend the material and secretly fawn over your tutor simultaneously. At this point, you were sort of feigning how much you weren’t understanding to keep the tutoring sessions going. The nice thing about algebra, once you understood the basics, everything else built on top of it.

But today – today you had decided that you were going to step over the line from tutor and student into the realm of perhaps something more.

You liked Junmyeon. You liked his math puns and the way he scrunched his face when he thought hard about something. His lips would pucker whenever he lifted the sheet of paper to check over your work. Each time you met up with him your heart acted like it was in the middle of a NASCAR race and it was determined to win. You had it bad. This wasn’t the first time you’d had a crush like this, but you had set your mind on making this one different. This time, you wouldn’t hold it inside. You were going to be the brave one, the bold one. The fact that birds were tweeting as you rode your bike onto campus should have been a sign that things would only be downhill from there. Unfortunately, like the optimistic idiot, you took it as a positive instead.

After locking your bike up, you headed straight for the courtyard near the pond. Junmyeon had told you that he often spent his mornings there to finish up homework or to read a book (the fact that he read so much was another factor in your liking of him). In your head, he was all alone, flipping through a novel as he leaned against the trunk of a tree, looking like a prince taking a rest in the shade on a warm summer’s day. The water would be glistening in the background as a lovely, lighthearted melody played softly through the air. He would see you approach and smile that wide, brilliant smile. Your heart would skip as you sat down in the grass next to him and poured out your feelings. The daydream turned into a nightmare the second he came into view.

Junmyeon was not alone nor was he sitting under a tree with a book. He was on one of the benches, splayed out on the wooden beams with his head resting in the lap of a very pretty, more his league type of girl. She laughed as Junmyeon told a story. A delicate hand ran through his soft brown hair. Your heart fell to the ground, forming a crater at your feet.

Shoulders slumped and day ruined, you turned and headed for the student union. If today was going to suck like this, then you were going to sprinkle it with an overly sugary coffee drink. Preferably with extra chocolate drizzle. It helped - a little bit.

Your morning classes went by in a blur. You were certain you took notes, but none of the information sank in. Later you would have to transcribe your quick scribbles to a word document to help you study. You would learn the information then. By lunch, you were starting to peel yourself off the sidewalk of humiliation. Especially when the one person you could always rely on joined you for lunch.

“How did it go?”

You remained silent, continuously munching on the sandwich in your hands as your best friend sat down across from you at the small, two-person table near the middle of the cafeteria.

Baekhyun laughed his signature, SpongeBob-like laugh. “That bad, huh? I told you not to do it.”

“Technically, I didn’t do it,” you corrected. “He already has a girlfriend.”

“Ouch.”

You nodded. How could you not see this before? Did he mention having a girlfriend and you just blocked it out? Junmyeon and you talked casually between math problems, about your friends and fun things you liked to do on the weekends. He’d failed to mention one very important detail.

“Well,” Baekhyun reached over and plucked a potato chip off your plate and plopped it in his mouth, “at least you found out before you said something. I told you he wasn’t worth it.”

“Just because he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean he isn’t worth crushing on.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re so much help.”

Ignoring your quip, Baekhyun snatched another chip. You smacked his hand, but all that managed to do was break off a few pieces, the crumbs falling to the table. Smiling proudly, Baekhyun popped the half-chip into his mouth. “So, are you just going to go home and write a letter?”

“Are you just going to go home and write a letter?” you mocked with a scrunched face.

Byun Baekhyun had been your best friend since the two of you had met in the first grade. He’d stolen your popsicle that your mother had packed as a special treat for your first full day of school. When he saw you start to cry, he broke off the piece he’d been sucking on and handed the rest back to you. There was a bit of a disagreement on the level of nice-ness that act achieved since it was your popsicle to begin with, but somehow it caused the two of you to be inseparable ever since. Being your best friend meant that he was privy to the more private parts of your life.

Like the letters.

Starting as young as ten years old, you’d developed a bit of a tradition when it came to your crushes. Emotions were hard to process, but you found them easier to work through if you thought about them and translated them into words. Those words would fly across the paper, transferring the feelings that made you both laugh and cry into the graphite that formed them. Not to mention, the act made you feel like the heroine in a rom-com. Certainly it was something that Meg Ryan or Rachel McAdams would do once they realized how they felt about the male lead.

The first letter you ever wrote was during your final year of ballet class. Dancing had been a part of your life since you were three, but a new passion had been discovered so you’d decided to quit after this last cluster of classes. A terrible decision, really. Because right after your mind was already made up, a new boy had joined the class.

Kim Jongin.

He had just moved into town after his father was promoted to a new position and had to transfer to headquarters. You’d never seen him at the park or the grocery store before. He was completely new. And beautiful.

He was blessed golden skin that glistened, shining brighter the longer he danced. And, oh, the way he danced. It was well beyond what anyone else could do. His movements were fluid, water-like, as if the very beat of the music were pulling and manipulating his limbs to convey what the notes had to say. Each move was a word and when he formed them together, they could make you smile or cry. And when he smiled… oh, his smile was like starlight. The kind of brightness that stayed in the sky even as the city lights flickered on. To this day, you’d never found one that could rival it. He was a dream that every composer coveted. So, what was your young heart to do?

Well, the movies told you to confess. But there was no way you could find the courage to do so, especially since you only saw him in class and you couldn’t confess in front of everyone. The only other option was to write it out; to write it out like Jane Austen pouring her heart out for Tom Lefroy.

 Dear Jongin,

I’m not sure how to start this. Do I compliment you on your dancing? It’s nothing like I’ve seen before. Prima Donnas in the Russian Ballet would be jealous of you! But you probably hear that all the time. And about how handsome you are, even under all that hair. I can’t help but watch when you pull it back for class so you can see yourself in the mirror. Why can’t I look like that? I somehow ended up looking like a frizzy wet cat that just climbed out of the tub.

I guess what I’m trying to avoid saying is that… I like you. A lot. I like your laugh and your wide smile. I like how much you love music and how you interpret the melody with your moves. No one can freestyle like you! My heart does a dance of its own whenever I see you. I hope you don’t have anyone that you like, just so I can stand a chance. Would you ever think of me like that? If not, it’s okay. I just needed to tell you. Someday, you’ll be on stage dancing to an audience of thousands and I’ll be right there in the front row, cheering you on! Until then, I hope you always find happiness in what you love.

Love,

(y/n).

 That sentence about watching him on stage made you cringe in hindsight. Cute for a ten-year-old, but a bit stalkerish. Luckily, though, you never gave it to him. You chickened out every time up until the last class. The idea of him opening it and reading right there in front of you was mortifying. So, then, you decided to mail it. The teacher gave you his address after you told her you wanted to invite him to your birthday party (it should be a little worrisome that a teacher was willing to pass on private information like that… perhaps it was because you were a kid). Three times you went to the mailbox to send the letter out and three times you ran back inside to hide it under your mattress.

That was the beginning of your weird little tradition. Though you never sent the letter to Jongin, you felt better having somewhat confessed your feelings and worked through them without the humiliation of actually… doing it. So, the next time you had a crush so overwhelming that you needed to get the feelings out, you wrote a letter. You even went all the way each time to address the envelope, giving the confession a sense of finality. There was no fear in them ever going out. Baekhyun was the only other one in the world who knew of their existence. At the current moment, eight were hidden in a drawer in your vanity. The way your fingers were itching, a ninth one was on the way.

“I might,” you finally replied.

Baekhyun leaned forward eagerly. “Can I read it when you’re done?”

“No!”

He snapped his fingers as he sat back in his chair. “Darn.”

“Why am I even friends with you?”

“Because I’m charming.”

There was no question in his voice. He one-hundred percent believed it. And… to be honest, he did have his moments. But that was all in the past. “Like a plank of wood.”

Shaking his head, Baekhyun rapped his hands on the table before standing up. “Alright, I’m going to class. Have fun with your pencil and imagination.” For emphasis on his stupid remark, he stole one last chip before walking off.

You finished off your sandwich in a bit of a rage. By the time you were finished, your mouth muscles were aching as if you’d spent several hours at the gym and it was jaw day.

You only had one class left for the afternoon. But it was algebra. How were you supposed to concentrate on functions when your sad attempt at getting into a relationship with your tutor failed so epically? Somehow you managed, though, and you packed up at the end of class with a new sort of determination. As you hopped on your bike and rode home, you thought over what you were going to write. You were so lost in your head that you hadn’t notice the car pulling out of your neighbor’s driveway, nearly hitting you before the driver hit their brakes.

“Shoot!”

You back peddled to break. Your heart thumped in your chest. No life memories flashed before your eyes, but you were sure you almost died. Slowly, you moved forward to get out of the way of the car. 

“I’m sorry!” you yelled over your shoulder.

The driver leaned out the window.

Oh, great.

It was your neighbor. Or, at least, your neighbor’s son. Do Kyungsoo. He stared at you with an expression that could be blank but could also be a glare. It was hard to tell with him. Shaking his head, he pulled back inside the car and drove away.

Fighting off embarrassment for the second time this day - albeit this situation was much lower on the scale and it happened a bit more often than you’d like to admit - you put your bike up in the backyard and headed up to your room. Your mother, a literary history professor, and your father, a doctor at the local hospital, were both at work and wouldn’t be home until well after dinner. You were used to it. Besides, you were an adult and you liked being able to decide to have pizza for dinner and not worry about what other people wanted for toppings. Once you put your order in, you sat down at your vanity and got to work.

 Dear Junmyeon,

Has anyone told you how your hair looks in the sunlight? The dark brown hues seem so warm and inviting, like an ebony chair that was warmed by the unfiltered rays. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to run my finger through it. Would the strands be as soft as they look? Would you wear the same smile on your face that you do during our sessions? But I guess I might not be meant to feel them. Today, I intended to tell you how I felt. I woke up with a determination, a goal to say how much I like you to your face. I was so nervous riding my bike to the university, but it was the good kind of nervous; the kind that makes you keep going. It seemed, however, that I was too late. Or maybe I simply never had a chance at all. I’d missed any signs that said you were already someone else’s.

I hope she knows how lucky she is. I hope she makes you laugh and listens to you when you’re having a bad day. Your laugh is like a symphony. Does she tell you how light and lovely it is? Or how infectious it is? When you laugh, I can’t help but laugh along. It’ll be sad not to hear it anymore. Or have our talks filled with random subject changes. But I think I’ll miss your smile most of all. The way it crinkles your eyes yet still lets them shine. The way it spreads across your face and the way your cheeks grow. It is truly a sight to behold. I hope wherever you go, you are always smiling. You always let your light shine even on the cloudiest of days. That’s what’s so special about you and what made me fall for you. Even when I was frustrated or couldn’t understand, you were patient, taking my mind off of the negative and turning me so I could face the positive. That’s a rare kind of person. You are a rare kind of person. Please always be happy, Kim Junmyeon.

Love,

(y/n)

 With a sigh you sat back in your chair. The letter had done its job. Though you were still sad about the way things turned out, you no longer felt defeated. The words you needed to say were now out there without being “out there”. Okay, so he had a girlfriend. Big deal. It wasn’t the end of the world. There were more potential love interests out there that you could find. He was only one and obviously wasn’t the one.

Beginning to smile again, you folded the letter and put it in an envelope. You didn’t have Junmyeon’s address, so you wrote out the address for the math lab. Opening the top drawer of the vanity, you placed the latest addition to your collection under the first envelope. The doorbell rang right as you closed it up again. Oh, thank goodness. Food.

Practically skipping down the steps, you hurried to the front door.

“Hi-” You stopped as soon as you’d opened it. The person waiting on the other side was not the pizza delivery guy - it was Baekhyun. The boxes holding the pizza and cheese sticks you’d order for no one but yourself were in his hands. Over his shoulder, you barely caught sight of the delivery man driving away. “Really?”

“What? I was bored. And hungry.” He flipped open the lid to show you the hot, melted cheese of the appetizer. “Cheese stick?”

Rolling your eyes, you stepped aside so he could come inside.

Baekhyun had been to your home plenty of times in the past so it was easy for him to make himself at home. He didn’t wait for you before pulling plates out of the cabinet and pouring a drink. He even went as far as getting you glass as well. “Thirsty?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

The two of you ate at the kitchen table as your mother had a “no meals in the living room” policy. Small snacks like nuts and popcorn were okay, as long as you didn’t spill any on the couches.

“So… how did the writing go?” Baekhyun asked cheekily between bites.

You shrugged. “Fine. I’m deciding that I’m getting over it.”

Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to roll his eyes. “You always get over them fast.”

“What’s the point of dwelling on the things you can’t change?”

That was always your answer. Yes, the hurt was immediate and painful, but Baekhyun was right, you tended to push it aside rather quickly. That was the whole point of your letters, anyway. Get the feelings out of the way so you could move on. What was the point of clinging on to something like that? You would only end up worse if you stayed in that spot. So, you pushed yourself to move on. And eight times out of nine, it had worked. There was only that one nagging letter that failed to do its job. That particular set of feelings refused to go away even as you looked to other crushes, as you found other boys to like. It was the one you would always wonder about, the one that was completely off limits. The dull ache still crept up every once in a while. If moving on was what you had to do, you would do it. Because you would prefer if you never had to go through something like that ever again.

[yugirl]

Day 11: "Bonding - H2O"

Break out your calculators today and celebrate math and science with our favourite nerd, Daichi/Bastion Misawa!

((whoops wrote a whole episode… tw for hair pulling and verbal abuse))

@gxmonth

Bastion was trying so desperately to lose himself in his piano playing, trying to calm himself, trying to escape the real world. 

He was still shaking. His teacher, Ms Mutou, had duelled Tania to defend him and Jaden, and as a result, she got violently sick. The fact she was pregnant did not help…

While she was being treated, he panicked and left the infirmary and escaped to the music room. He was hoping his piano playing would provide some form of comfort when his anxiety was giving him hell.

Great job, Bastion! You did it again!

Ms Mutou and her baby are going to die, and it's your fault

Murderer!

It's your fault. It's your fault. IT'S YOUR FAULT!!

Bastion slammed his fingers on the piano keys, the discord of the sounds upsetting him more. He just slumped and sobbed.

"Bastion?"

The Ra Yellow student flinched and looked to the doorway, seeing Chazz standing there awkwardly.

"what the heck was that about…? I know you probably feel guilty because Tania manipulated you, but… did you really need to run off like that?"

"Go away, Chazz!" Bastion sobbed, "You wouldn't understand!"

"Hey…" Chazz said quietly. "what's going on…."

"I… it… it's about mother…."

"What… what does have to do with Ms Mutou?" Chazz asked, not getting it at all.

"M… my mother died when she had me… I was born via emergency c-section after… My father hates me for it… he says it's my fault."

"wait… is THAT why he stole the piano and sold it to the academy!?" Chazz sputtered. He remembered Bastion mentioning it in the past. 

Bastion's father had sold his wife, Bastion's late mother's, piano when Bastion was in middle school. He didn't believe Bastion deserved to look at it, let alone play it. But as Bastion said, the joke was on him as now it was at the Academy, and Bastion could now play it every day.

"and now Ms Mutou is going to die because of me too!" He sobbed

"Hey! hey! Hey!" Chazz snapped and grabbed Bastion by the shoulders. "Shut. Up. This is not your fault!"

"B-But i-if I didn't lose to Tania-"

"Ms Mutou is going to be fine! You know how pushy and stubborn she is!" Chazz assured. "It's not your fault… What happened to your mom wasn't your fault either…."

Bastion sniffled. He wasn't convinced but nodded.

"Ah… so here it is…."

Bastion froze, paralysed with fear. Chazz had never seen him this terrified before.

He slowly turned around to see a tall man in a black suit, buttoned tight. Well kept brown hair and a pair of YSL glasses sitting meticulously on his nose.

"Father…"

THAT was Bastion's dad!? Chazz was shaken. The man radiated an ice coldness and had a piercing stare.

Bastion stood up. "Father, why are you here."

"I came to collect Rosalie's Piano."

"B-but it's the Academy's now! besides, you have no right to it since YOU sold it in the first place!" Chazz piped up

"Don't talk about things you don't understand, boy… "Bastion's father said coldly. "This murderer doesn't have the right to be near it!"

"No, Chazz is right!" 

The older man was taken aback. "You dare talk back to me, boy?!" "Yes, actually I do!" Bastion retorted, "You can't just repurchase it just because you don't want me to have it!! it's inconsiderate to the other students of the school!"

"Oh, I made sure to pay the school handsomely for it!" His father assured.

"I… I WON'T LET YOU HAVE IT!!" Bastion shouted only to have his hair grabbed by his father, which he proceeded to shake from side to side violently

"Don't you dare raise my voice at me, you inconsiderate ingrate!!"

"Let go of him, you asshole!!" Chazz snapped, trying to pry Mr Misawa's fingers off.

Chancellor Shepherd entered the room and was understandably shocked at the display.

"Mr Misawa! What is the meaning of this!?" he gasped.

Chazz finally managed to pry Bastion free, and both pulled away, huffing with relief it was over. Bastion hurriedly fixed his hair and gave Chazz a quick "thanks…."

Chazz nodded back in response before glaring at the man before them. "Like we said, you can't have it!"

"You're not getting mother's Piano…." Bastion said firmly. "I won't let you!!"

Chancellor Shepherd seemed concerned. After Mr Misawa's actions, he wasn't exactly keen to do business with him. But on the other hand, the funding would be helpful in the long run…. But clearly, this piano meant a lot to these two students, and they were helping him protect the world from the shadow riders.

There was only one way to settle it.

"Both of you clearly want the piano as it has significant sentimental value to both of you… so I suggest we follow Duel Academy's protocol and duel for it…."

"Fine by me! I'll face you, and I'll make sure mother's piano stays with me!"

Daiki Misawa stared down at his son, uttering nothing more than a "very well."

Jade, Syrus, Alexis and the others heard the news that Bastion was duelling. However, they were not aware of who he was duelling and why.

Bastion picked out his element dragon deck and turned to look at his father. "Let's duel."

"Indeed"

Jaden noticed Chazz standing stiffly, watching the duel intensely.

"Hey, Chazz! What's going on? who's duelling Bastion?"

"That creep over there? That's Bastion's old man," Chazz said coldly.

"His dad? but why?" Syrus asked, confused.

"He's trying to buy the piano in the music room. Bastion's the only thing standing in his way of getting it."

Chumley didn't follow "Why would Bastion and his dad duel for a piano?"

Alexis' brows furrowed. She knew why. "The piano belonged to Bastion's late mother… it means everything to him."

She understood perfectly, her mother's scarf holding the same significance. 

Jaden started to get angry. How could Bastion's father do this?! that was just cruel…

"KICK HIS ASS BASTION!!"

The others immediately hushed him, but Bastion instead looked at Jaden and nodded, determined.

The duel began similarly to Bastion's duel against Chazz earlier in the year when Chazz was an arrogant Obelisk Blue student. Fortunately for Bastion, his father made the same moves, and in turn, mistakes as Chazz did back then.

Chazz smirked. If Bastion played his cards right, he would have this in the bag.

Bastion, however, chose to summon his Water Dragon a few moves earlier, commanding an attack against his father's Chithonian Soldier. However, his father played the trap card draining shield, boosting his life points to 3800.

Bastion muttered but set two cards faced down and ended his turn.

that's when Daiki smirked. "I've been waiting for you to play that stupid dragon! I play Eria the Water Charmer in attack mode!"

"Oh no!" Bastion gasped. He wasn't prepared for that. 

"What's going on!?" Syrus squeaked.

"As long as Eria is face-up on the field, Bastion is in big trouble… because now Water Dragon is under his control!!" Alexis explained

"oh no!!"

"Now, Water Dragon! attack!!"

"Not so fast!! I activate the quick play spell super rush headlong to eliminate water dragon!"

"What?!"

Water Dragon was destroyed, and Bastion was spared… but two more monsters remained, and he only had 1000 life points.

"Now I attack with Chithonian solder!"

"I activate my trap card! Magic Cylinder!"

"you…"

Daiki's life points went down to 1800.

"Well, you're out of spell and trap cards now… I attack with Eria!!"

Bastion cried out. He was down to 500 life points with no monsters and no spell cards on the field…

"Don't give up, Bastion!!" Jaden pleaded

"Slacker's right! it ain't over till the last card is played!!" Chazz jumped in.

Bastion knew they were right, but… what hope did he have? his ace monster was destroyed… there was no hope in his deck now, was there?

"I'm sorry, Mother… I wasn't good enough…."

He suddenly heard the sound of someone munching.

"You're not seriously crying over a spilt dragon puddle, are you?"

Bastion blinked and turned to see a small girl munching on a bag of prawn chips. Wait, this wasn't any small girl…

"White Magician Pikeru?"

"You know Water Dragon isn't the only ace monster in your deck, right, loser?" Pikeru scoffed, not at all as cute as her character design. No, this one looked more like a bratty kid. "Or did Mr Prepared for everything forget how prepared he really was!"

"What?… no, your right… there's one more card…."

"Well, go on then, moron!! draw it so we can get this monster out of your life forever!!"

"Right… Chazz and Jaden are right… it's not over until the last card is played!!" Bastion concentrated and drew his last card, just what he needed.

"I activate the magic card, Raging Plasma!!"

"Raging Plasma?!"

"I've never seen Bastion play that card before!" Alexis gasped.

"By sacrificing    my last two Oxygeddons and my Caboneddon, I can summon my second Ace Monster!"

"You have a second ace monster?!"

"That's right, Water Dragon has a sister, don't you know? and she's far less merciful than her brother."

A spark of flame appeared before it raged with great intensity.

"Say hello to Fire Dragon!!"

"Whoah… that heat is intense…." Chumley mumbled.

"Fire Dragon… cool!!" Jaden gasped in awe.

"Fire Dragon! Attack Eria!!"

Daiki fell back, and his life points went down to 0.

Bastion sighed, relieved. It was over. He won.

Jaden and Chazz let out a whoop of delight, ecstatic their friend would be able to keep his mother's piano.

Daiki cursed and got up. "You may keep it now, murderer, but it won't be yours forever… you won't be able to protect it once you graduate."

"That's where you're wrong!"

Chazz stood up, holding a chequebook. "I'll be purchasing the piano. Is this a sufficient amount, Chancellor?"

Chancellor Shepherd looked at the cheque carefully. It wasn't much higher than Mr Misawa's offer. Still, at this point, the chancellor wanted him off the island. "hmmm, yes, Chazz, I'd say it is!"

"Well, there you have it! the piano stays here and when Bastion graduates, it's going with him, so suck it!"

Daiki growled but left after that.

Bastion ran up to Chazz and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Chazz… thank you…."

Chazz blushed, but instead of repelling, he hugged back. "Don't mention it… I know you'd do the same for me…."

"Bastion, that was awesome!!" Jaden shouted, joining in the group hug. "that was your best duel!"

"What are you talking about? He would've lost if I didn't tell him about Fire Dragon!"

"Huh?"

Chazz held back a groan. "Oh no! You got a duel spirit too?"

"You can see her?" Bastion asked, bewildered.

"Sure can!" Jaden chuckled. "Welcome to the club, Bastion!"

"I'm happy the be included!" Bastion smiled.

"Welcome to the family, Pikeru!" Ojama Yellow squawked. 

"Yeah, whatever, weirdo!"

"Oh no, she speaks Chazz!" Jaden laughed.

Bastion smiled. He felt glad he had such a wonderful group of friends and was relieved his mother's piano would stay with him. 

Unbeknownst to the trio, As Bastion played Clair de Lune to celebrate his victory, a fifth spirit watched over them.

She wasn't a duel spirit like Winged Kuriboh, Pikeru or the Ojamas, but a spirit nonetheless. As the trio enjoyed the music, she smiled.

"Bastion… I'm so proud of you… My precious son…."