#hope my classes for the day will be chill (not I know I gotta do shit in math and english--)

[caramelmochacrow]

wahhhhhhh the warmth of being in a classroom makes me eepyyyy

[daenysx]

lovely Hii

Can i get poly!marauders x fem reader where maybe she has been exhausted and busy lately and maybe they’re giving her some space cause they dont know if she wants affection now but she sees them all lovey dovey with eachother all the time and she feels sad cause she wants to join but feels too shy to ask so she tries to discreetly slip back and one of them notices?

Im sorry if that is a bunch of gibberish but i have been awake for over a day now and my brain is fried (i hate uni)

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy <333

(comments are always appreciated and i literally need to see what you think to keep writing, angels. of course i can't force you to send me anything but it would be amazing if you take two seconds to tell me what you think. it's not always easy to keep doing something without getting any feedback about it ♡)

poly!marauders x fem!reader

the relationship between james and remus has always been somewhat chaotic.

they have huge chemistry, maybe something like opposites attract situation. remus is calm when james is bubbling with excitement, remus loves with silent kisses when james loses his breath as he makes love, remus likes rationality when james swims deep in his emotions.

you watch them flirt as they sit on the couch. you're at the table across them in the living room, staring at your laptop screen with exhausted eyes. it probably would be easier to complete what you've been writing if you could have more energy, but sadly you sit all tense and cold at your place. your arms get the chills, you avoid looking at your lovers.

if you leave the table to join them, james and remus would welcome you with open arms. the mere thought of james's lips against your forehead and remus's fingers rubbing your neck makes you want to cry loudly. it's just torturing yourself, but you don't think you're strong enough to ask for love. you need to get this done. you need to think about the classes you gotta pass.

james kisses a line on his boyfriend's cheek, so warm, remus practically loses his mind. "where's sirius?" james asks, remembering sirius leave for the kitchen minutes ago. "is he burning up our kitchen, do you think?"

"we would've notice."

"no, we wouldn't." james whispers. "you're too damn distracting."

remus melts. autumn always brings starvation for touch and loving, two things james is the best at giving. he looks at your way briefly, your droopy eyes worry him.

"she seems so tired." remus says, his lips kiss james's knuckles mindlessly. "should we say something to make her give a break?"

"she said the essay has a deadline, moons." james answers. "i mean, she clearly needs a break, but i'm not sure if we should interrupt her."

it's hard to decide because you get nervous with breaks sometimes. you complain about not controlling the time good enough when you're spending your free minutes with them and being unable to finish stuff at time. you say most of this teasingly, but the boys know there's always some truth in it.

sirius walks into the room with a big mug in his hands. he carries it carefully to your table. james and remus watch the scene, their hands together and legs tangled.

"here it is." sirius puts the mug on the table. "a perfect cup of hot chocolate for my gorgeous girl."

you look at him with the widest eyes. you can't cry. fuck, he's so sweet. he smiles, he looks so handsome with his old t-shirt and messed up hair. you close your laptop, curve your lips to stop yourself from crying.

"this is so nice, siri." you say to him, unshed tears clog your throat. "thank you."

"um- can i get a kiss? i spend fifteen minutes for this."

you nod with a smile, he leans down for you. you only mean to kiss his cheek, but he smells so good and he's so kind- your hand shakes as it touches his shoulder. it doesn't take sirius long to understand what's going on. he manages to hug you before you start crying.

"oh, baby, no-" he says with a sad voice. he attempts to make a joke. "you can't cry for hot chocolate- i'm sure it doesn't even taste that good."

james and remus sit straight with worry. "dove?" remus leaves the couch. "what's wrong?"

"are you okay?"

you nod, they probably won't believe it. you hold onto sirius, he lifts you up from the chair. it's a proper hug now, your skin tingles with the sensation. it feels so good to be touched.

"it's okay." sirius kisses your head. "you're just overwhelmed. you're okay."

you keep your head on sirius's chest. he's warm and his arms are strong, he supports your body to help you stay on your feet. remus brings his hand on your waist, his thumb gently draws a circle.

"can we go to bed?" you ask. separating yourself from sirius is hard, but it's harder to stay vertical. james extends a hand to you, you hold it greedily. they are all thinking the same thing, you'll calm down but you need to feel safe enough with your surroundings to do that. even though they'd like to keep you stuck in their arms, this might not be the best idea.

the bed is cold. it will pass in a few minutes. remus takes you under the blanket, james adjusts the pillows. sirius has a wrinkle between his eyebrows, he gets behind you on bed and wraps his arm around your shoulder. you sniffle softly, suddenly embarrassed by all the attention.

"sorry." you offer, your voice sounds sincerely sorry. "i don't know what came over me."

"i think we should be sorry." remus says. "jamie and i were talking about whether we should tell you to take a break but- we didn't wanna distract you. we should've distract you."

"it's not your fault that i can't manage my time doing stuff i've been doing for years." you say, weakly. "i'm just sick of being tired. i guess i- missed you."

sirius gives you a generous kiss on the side of your head. "you can jump on us any time you want, you know that, gorgeous."

"i think my head doesn't work like that when i'm exhausted."

"it doesn't have to." james says. his voice is like honey. "you don't have to ask for anything. we should be giving you everything before you even have to ask."

"he's right." remus agrees. "it should be like this for all of us, i think."

you nod. your eyes have a grateful look in them, they are undeniably tired, but still pretty to your boys. the bed is warmer. you force yourself to stop counting down the minutes for deadlines. james puts his head on your chest, hugs you as your back touches the bed, his arms are tight around you like you'll run away.

it's good to be touched. it's amazing to have contact with their hands, safe and secure, you can do anything you want if you always feel like this. remus kisses your fingers. his eyes are gentle. they are all so gentle, kind with you, you feel like you'll never break as long as you have them.

sirius's kisses help you fall asleep at the end. he's always bold with his affections, this time he manages to be softer with his lips and more tender with his hands. long fingers in your hair, chapped lips on your skin. he whispers how much he adores you, the tone of his voice hits your mind so well. you are okay. you think you'll be okay, and that's a nice beginning to get things done.

[motherlvr]

hi:D can you do miles!42 with a reader who doesn't really like getting told "watch who ur talking to" or smth bc most fics abt miles!42 is like that and nooo i won't ever let a man say that to me😭 and they like, know how to defend themself so they're pretty independent if thats alr ofc!

ngl i loved writing this, tysm for the req!

wc: 2.1k

pairing: E-42 Miles Morales x Strong, Independent! f! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, kind of rivalry tbh, cursing, Miles is mean in this one, but gets character development, reader knows how to fight, baddie ong, reader doesn't take miles' bs

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"You gotta be shitting me." Mumbling under your breath, your eye involuntarily twitched. You glared at Miles like it was his fault for putting you in this situation.

Your glare was reciprocated as he said, "I ain't happy about it either, princesa." You hated when he called you that. It rolled off his tongue with such distaste. "Yeah? Glad we got that in common then." You snipped, irritated.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was a dick. To put it kindly.

He was a stuck-up, close-minded dick. It's like his sole purpose in life was to irk you. The two of you have never been on good terms. He tested your patience every waking moment.

But unfortunately for both of you, your Spanish teacher paired you up as partners for a major project. It would count for a good portion of your grade, so not doing it wasn't an option for you. You had less than two weeks to finish the project, and you weren't going to waste it.

You'd much prefer to do the project alone. One thing you've learned is: if you want something done correctly, do it yourself. And to never put it solely in the hands of a man. But the project was a requirement for the class, so you had no place to argue about it.

Thankfully, today was just a planning day. So it wouldn't be as painful, you hoped.

You showed him a plan you had thought about within only a few minutes and asked, "Thoughts?" He took a short glance at it and told you, "That's trash." A vein almost popped out of your head. You snapped, "You got any better ideas then?"

"Yea, anythin' other than that." He told you mindlessly. You had half a mind to make his braided head become real familiar with the cold surface of his desk. Around ten minutes later, he had finally come up with something. It wasn't that great, but at least he was semi-cooperative. You took one look at his plan and decided to turn the tables on him. You said, "You couldn't have come up with anything better? Shit's worse than my idea."

You could see him grip his pencil just a bit tighter, no doubt irritated by now. "Nah, watch your mouth." He told you, and you were unsure of how serious he was being. "Watch my mouth? You needa watch how when you turn around, one of your precious braids will be gone." You said as you made a snipping motion with your fingers. He protectively grabbed onto his braids, "Yo chill, ma."

As Spanish class progressed, everything only went downhill from there. He always seemed to hate every idea you had or had something to say. He groaned, "Woman, I swear. Your ideas are shit." Your former hopes of a peaceful partnership were long gone.

His choice of words alone irked you as you replied, "See, that's what you're not gonna call me. And if we're gonna be partners, you need to act decent for once. Get it together, Morales." You set clear boundaries as you pointed a finger at him. Surprisingly, he obliged. He looked like he made a revelation as he shook his head. "Nah, you right. That was outta line." The moment was oddly tranquil until he opened his mouth again. "I meant: I swear, your ideas are fucking terrible."

From that point further, the hopes of having a normal, mature, conversation were fleeting. The majority of the class was spent bickering rather than working on the task at hand.

You were one of the very few people that tested him. You gave him a challenge, while most people wouldn't utter a single complaint.

Eventually, at the end of the class, the two of you finally landed on an idea to carry out. A true miracle.

The next week in Spanish class passed and the days were cutting it closer and closer to the deadline. But there was still much work to be done. So, begrudgingly, you both had to work on it out of school. After Spanish, you were packing up your things when you asked him, "My place or yours?" His response was immediate. "My place. I'll give you my address. Come over after school, 'ight?" He said, writing down his address and handing it to you.

You accepted it and said, "Alright. Are your parents good with me coming over?" You questioned if he even had the decency to check first. Although you couldn't stand him most of the time, you didn't want to intrude on his family. He shrugged it off, "Yeah my ma's good with it. Already told her."

He wasn't about to tell you that his mother demanded the project was done at his house so she could keep a keen eye on the both of you.

You were dreading the final bell of the day. Spending more time than legally required with Miles wasn't your ideal image of fun. As the school day ended, you walked over to Miles' house.

Knocking on the door, it was soon opened by no one other than Miles' mother. She was expecting you, as a smile adorned her face. You greeted her, "¡Hola, Señora Morales! Gracias por invitarme a tu casa." (Hi, Mrs. Morales! Thank you for inviting me to your house.)

She widened her eyes at you, "¡Claro! ¿Cómo estás?" (of course, how are you?) She asked you with a sweet smile. You replied and reciprocated a smile, "Bien, ¿usted?" (good, you?) To which she responded, "Muy bien, gracias." (very good, thank you) As you put down your things, you noticed Miles was standing only a few feet away. His mother pulled Miles to the side and whispered, "She speaks Spanish, I like her." Not wanting to give away that she was a loud whisperer, you concealed a small laugh. It's a wonder how Miles turned out like that. His mother's wonderful. You knew she raised him better.

After his mother was done speaking to him, Miles led you to his room. His mother called out, "¡Deja la puerta abierta!" (leave the door open!) "Si, mami." He said back in an unusually nice tone.

You previously believed Miles Morales was a universal dick. But you soon realized you were somewhat wrong. He was a dick. To everyone except his mother, it seemed.

As you both settled down to start working on the project, you grinned at him like you had just found out a Federal-level secret. "You're such a momma's boy." You said.

His head whipped to you like you knew something you shouldn't. "No one would believe you." He said. You teased, "Oh, everyone would. Trust."

This was the most civil conversation the both of you have ever held within your whole history of knowing Miles. The afternoon was sprinkled with light-hearted jokes here and there, and it wasn't as painful as you initially believed. Needless to say, being forcibly confined in a space with Miles went much smoother than you could've ever anticipated. The project was progressing for once. And so was your relationship with Miles.

A few days later, you were in a better mood than regular. Within the past few days, Miles has been more tolerable. Maybe even likable. Apparently, you were in too good of a mood. You must've appeared too approachable today.

As you were walking in the hallways of school to your next class, a guy you didn't recognize slung an arm around your shoulders and said, "Hey, what's good jit?" You immediately pushed his arm off. He reeked of an excessive usage of cologne. You winced at his stench. "Don't call me that." You assertively said. But he only took it as a challenge. He said with a wink, "You tryna play hard to get? Alright, I'll play along."

"I'm not 'playing hard to get'," You mocked with air quotations. Dumbing it down, you continued, "I don't want you." Could a girl make it any more obvious?

Your words went straight over his oversized head. He said with a disgusting smirk, "I can change your mind." Your face visibly grimaced at his desperate attempt, "Not even baby Jesus could change my mind."

He was starting to get agitated at this point, "Nah, why you trippin', girl?" he said. You immediately retorted, "Why can't you take a damn hint?"

"C'mon, I know you want me. Gimme a chance." He said. You were sick and tired of this interaction, so you just decided to walk away. Turning your back, you tried to escape this conversation. But he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving. "Aye, where you goin'?"

You tried to be patient. And where did patience get you? Nowhere. In your mind, this guy was way too testosterone-deficient to be talking tough to you. There was nothing worse than a teenage boy. More importantly, a boy that didn't know what 'no' means.

And in an instant, the sound of a slap resounded throughout the hallway.

He looked like he was about to start crying. Holding his cheek in pain, he sneered, "Fuck you, bitch. You ain't shit anyway. I ain't even want you." But as you tried to walk away once again, he placed a tight grip on your shoulder to prevent you from escaping.

Miles was skipping class and wandering in the hallways when he saw you. From your body language, he could tell you were uncomfortable. His eyes glanced toward the guy's grip on your shoulder, and Miles suddenly understood the situation. He could see where this was heading. Or at least, he believed he did. Miles was about to intervene when within the blink of an eye, you had flipped the guy on his back and onto the floor.

You told the boy on the floor, "Don't try that shit again. With me or any other woman, got it?" Groaning in agony, the guy whimpered in response, and you took it as a 'yes'.

The guy was no André the Giant, but it impressed the hell out of Miles nonetheless. Since when could you do that? He questioned himself. Miles had to prevent his jaw from dropping. He was suddenly glad he never pushed you that far. You walked away unbothered as if nothing had happened. He gained a newfound respect for you. But that would have to stay unspoken.

Once Spanish class rolled around, you realized it was the second to last day you had to finish the project, so you were working extra diligently in Spanish class. You told Miles, "Alright, I finished decorating it. What do you think?" showing him the project. Not that you cared what he thought, but it would make this whole process much easier if he wouldn't shit on your every move. You've had your daily dose of asshole for the day. Almost an overdose, really.

A few moments passed by where he stared at the project, and then back to you. Fully expecting Miles to be his usual asshole self, you said, "Spit it out. What is it?" You waved your hand in front of his face. He swatted your hand away and replied, "I ain't gonna hold you, it's a pretty solid project so far."

You raised a brow at him, and suspiciously asked, "Really?" This was the first time he didn't have any retort to say. "Yeah, I think you're great, ma." He said. You cheekily grinned at him as he tried to correct himself, "I meant, great at the project. Yeah. The project." He almost stumbled on his words. He never did that. He was always collected. What was up with him? It was definitely a sudden change, but you weren't complaining.

There was only a small portion of the project left to do by the end of the class, so Miles suggested finishing it at his house.

This time after school, the both of you walked together to his house. As you worked on the project in his room, you noticed he wasn't getting much done. It seemed like he was in his head, whatever goes on in there. As you glanced up, he locked eyes with you. You hadn't a clue what he was thinking.

You originally would've preferred to do the project yourself, but if you had to have a partner, you believed the work should be divided equally. You weren't going to carry the whole project on your back.

"Why're you slacking, Miles? Our time is limited, y'know." "Ion know. Mind's elsewhere." He shrugged. It was subtle, but you noticed his glance travel to your lips. You grinned and took the opportunity to tease, "What, you want a kiss or somethin'?" You said it mainly as a joke. Sure, maybe you liked the way he gave you a challenge everyday. You wouldn't blatantly admit it, but it was refreshing to be with someone that actually cared about their work. But much to your surprise, he ran his hand over the back of his braids and said. "Shi, maybe it would motivate me. You feel me?"

Not expecting him to agree, you said, "I mean, alright. If you get off your ass, maybe I'll give you one." You tried to say as casually as you could. But you couldn't deny the fact that you were growing fond of him. You were internally conflicted as you wanted to hate him, but couldn't. In reality, it was far from hate.

Miles couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment his detest for you faded away and was replaced with something different. An emotion he rarely felt. Seeing you singlehandedly take on a guy was only fueling it for him. He quickly started working harder on his part. You mentally praised yourself. After a few silent moments, he spoke up, "Yo, I'm basically finished."

He was bullshitting, and you knew it. As you looked at his part of the project, he still had a good chunk to finish. But you caved and moved closer to him. Holding a hand to his face, you peppered a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, just barely avoiding his mouth.

As usual, he had something to say, "Don't play, mami." He resisted the urge to press his lips to yours until they were numb. You simply smiled at him and replied, "Yeah? Keep workin' and you'll earn a real one."

Immediately, Miles got right back to working on his part of the project without another complaint. You've never seen him work so studiously.

Pleased to say, with your motivation, Miles was more productive that day than all the other days combined.

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[mysteryshoptls]

2024-2025 Player Birthday Login Message Lines

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HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. Thanks for always looking out for those two dorm students of mine. Actually, we're planning on hosting a reception this weekend at our dorm. I would like to invite you, as part of your birthday celebration. Heh. My apologies. Looks like that has caused you a little anxiety. No worries, I'll be beside you teaching you the proper manners the whole time.

Ace

Yo, [Yuu]. Happy Birthday― Mmkay, so let's get started on the birthday party. I'm just gonna pop on over to this one restaurant in town and nab some tasty-lookin' stuff! Just chill and wait here at Ramshackle... Hey, c'mon, I ain't tryin' to pull anything over on ya. Sometimes I just want to have a normal celebration too, y'know!

Deuce

[Yuu], Happy Birthday! Let me take you to go buy a prese... Eh? You're saying that I've already given you a present because I fixed the broken lights in Ramshackle the other day...? No way, you don't gotta hold back like that! I want to go all out for my pal's special day. That's what makes me happy.

Cater

[Yuu]-chan, Happy Birthday―☆ Did ya post on Magicam that it's your birthday? Oh, not yet? Then, let Cay-kun here with all his power and wisdom write a post for you! We'll attach a cool photo and some slammin' hashtags... Whaddya think? A perfect gift from me, or what?

Trey

Happy Birthday. So, about your present... I do have one. It's just... I was asking around for what to gift you and in the end, I couldn't really figure out what I should get... So in the end, after being at a loss, I ended up getting you this shirt. I look at it now and wonder what possessed me to pick this pattern... Yeah, I know, it's just laughable.

SAVANACLAW

Leona

Yeah, yeah. Your birthday's come 'round again, hooray. ...What're you doing, setting up a chessboard on the floor like that? You practiced just to win a game against me? Oho, so you're challenging me, then. Look at the pluck on this herbivore. So, what're you willing to bet, then? No way you're gettin' away with just a simple game after throwin' down the gauntlet at me like this.

Jack

So, it's your birthday today. Have you set up any new goals yet? What, you're going to surpass me in our classes? Heh, that's a hilarious joke. You really think you can beat me? But I'll take you on. If you get a better score on our next test, I'll get you some kind of present.

Ruggie

Happy Birthday―! 'N that means, I got you somethin' that's fittin' comin' from an upperclassman like me. Ta-da! A homemade fishing rod～ ...Ah, you totally just thought it's a cheap gift, didn'tcha! But this totally works! I know what it's like to go hungry too, y'know～ You're probably always goin' through things, so if you're ever in a pinch, make sure you use this!

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

A very Happy Birthday to you. Have you thought of a gift you'd like to get for yourself? Please, allow me to procure it for you... ...Oho, you have a keen eye to request something of that caliber. It may be considerably difficult to just anyone to acquire. HOW-EV-ER! If I were to handle it, that is a different situation altogether. I shall definitely make sure to retrieve it for you. Please wait expectantly.

Jade

Happy tidings for your birthday. I do hope this year will be another fruitful year for you. By the way, [Yuu]-san. Have you eaten yet? Oh, not yet, how wonderful. As a matter of fact, I thought I would treat you to something in my own little way. I only offer this with the best of intentions, of course. Fufu.

Floyd

Oh hey, Shrimpy-chan. It's your birthday today, huh. Mmkay, then I'll give you some snacks. I got these strange tastin' gummies, these wicked hard cookies, and some squishy jerky. Awesome, right? I got a ton, but all of them expire today, so. These are my presents to you, so you better eat them all without wastin' any, 'kay?

SCARABIA

Kalim

[Yuu], Happy Birthday! Here's your present, from me to you. Ahaha, did that surprise you? I tried making a pop up birthday card just for you. I also tried making a ton of paper flowers that we use during celebrations back in the Scalding Sands. Don'tcha think they came out real pretty?

Jamil

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. It isn't much, but here's your present. Ramshackle is a fairly old building. I'm sure there are bugs that will find their way in and try to settle down here. However, if you use this, you can rid yourself of all of them in an instant. I can vouch for its effectiveness. Use it as soon as you can.

POMEFIORE

Vil

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. ...You wish for me to come to your party here, at Ramshackle? And to top it all off, you've prepared a healthy menu just for me... Heh, how considerate of you. Very well. I suppose I can make an appearance out of respect for your enthusiasm. I do hope you're honored that I'll be there to celebrate with you.

Epel

Happy Birthday! I put in a lot of thought picking out a present for you. Here ya go, fingerless gloves! Nice design, right? Makes using your phone a lot easier, too. It'll make you look super cool, and the more you use it, the more comfy it'll feel. I hope you use it tons!

Rook

I've been waiting, Trickster. Waiting, that is, to celebrate your birthday with you. A spectacular day requires a spectacular memory. That is why I've come up with a wonderful plan of my own. First, we watch two back-to-back theater performances, then attend a poetry reading, and finally, watch a movie in the evening. There will be no time to rest. Come, we must quickly fly towards the theater!

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Kk, time to pretend we all get along and celebrate a birthday again... Eep!? D-Did you hear that just now...? Uh, so... Happy B-day, I guess... Soz, I don't have a present for you. Didn't even know it was your birthday... What, you're seriously just happy hearing me wish you a happy b-day? [siiigh] Nah, I'll order something small online and have it shipped to Ramshackle sometime later.

Ortho

Happy Birthday! Here's your present. Go ahead and open it! Hehe, you see what I did? I used a laser to engrave a birthday message on a glass tumbler for you. It was a little difficult fine tuning the power adjustment for the more detailed parts, but it came out pretty good, don't you think? I really hope you like it!

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

Child of Man, I see today is your birthday. ...Hm? What's the matter? You look a tad glum. Ah, I see, you are struggling to carry all your presents. Well, allow me to deliver them to Ramshackle with magic in your stead. No need to protest, this is an effortless task for someone like me. You should enjoy your special day to the utmost.

Silver

Happy Birthday. You're curious about this braided cord? It is your present. Lilia-senpai explained it to me thusly... If a string wrapped around your wrist or ankle snaps off on its own, then your wish will be granted. I strung this cord together in hopes that you may have your wishes come true. It may be a tad ill-shaped, but if it pleases you, it is yours.

Sebek

As I recall, today is your birthday... Hm? You want me to come to your birthday party? What poor semblance of a joke. I don't have the spare time to waltz into some human gathering like... WHAT!? MY LIEGE HIMSELF WILL ALSO BE THERE!? THEN SAY THAT FIRST! For goodness' sake, humans like you are just... so thoroughly thoughtless. Hurry and provide me the location and commencement time!

Lilia

Ooh, nice. So today's your birthday. Just look at how big you're getting. ...Khee hee hee. Don't look so downtrodden. It's just me pretending to be a doting gramps. The other guys in my dorm don't ever let me joke with them like that. And so, I have a present for you. Here, a CD of my performances, specially made! Take this and enjoy my raging screamo music with your whole heart and body.

OTHERS

Crowley and Rollo do not have new lines. Theirs are repeated from last year's.

Grim

Today's your birthday, huh. Happy Birthday to you! ...Huh? Do I got a gift for ya? What're ya even saying? Shouldn't ya be happy enough that you're my number one favorite henchie? Fiiine. Guess I can use my paws to pad you a massage sometime. Wouldn't want to hafta sit in a hard and uncomfy lap, after all!

Crowley

Ta-daaa! What do you suppose this could be? That’s correct, it’s an exchange coupon for use at the Mystery Shop! You have been a consistent helping hand, so… This is a special gift for you. Happy Birthday. Incidentally, that is only worth 500 madol (5 Thaumarks). It cannot be exchanged for something pricier than that. Please don’t hold it against me.

Crewel

It seemed rather rowdy in here, but now I see it was just you, pup. Are you excited simply because its your birthday? I see, well, in that case, I have a special present just for you. As for what it is... It is a special alchemy homework assignment. You should be happy; you'll be able to improve your skills even further with this, don't you think? Haha, Happy Birthday.

Trein

I hear it is your birthday today. Do continue to put forth your best effort in your studies as a student of academia. Allow me to gift you with some words of wisdom instead of a present, as someone who has been on this mortal coil slightly longer than yourself. Merely aging another year does not a mature person make. However, time spent on fruitful endeavors will always be of benefit to your growth.

Rollo

Whatever is the matter, [Yuu]-kun? There is a strange glimmer in your eyes… ...Ah, I see. Today is your birthday. A present? Hmph. I hardly think that it should be something you request of others… But no matter. Indeed, birthdays should be treasured. However, what would be an acceptable gift…? I am afraid I’m rather unaccustomed to this. I would hope I do not disappoint you with a poor gift choice.

Fellow

Oh, my, hello there, my learned scholar! I've been searching, and finally, I've found you! I was fervently hoping to wish you well for your birthday. Here, your present. ...As fellows lacking in magical abilities, we should get along together, don'tcha think? Happy Birthday! Fwahaha!

Requested by Anonymous.

[busycloudy]

The Love Potion

 *Sigh* Here we are, once again. This is the 3rd and FINAL part, hurray! 

 ft: The rest of NRC students

Tw: None, but if I need to add any please inform me!

 A fluff and crack fanfic

The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. The reader is already in a relationship with these characters.

 Characters may or may not be ooc 

Hope you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

Bro really asked Crewel "So, do I have to attend my classes still, or...?" He used you as and excuse to skip classes, and somehow it worked. He brought you back to Heartslabyul with a big grin on his face. When Riddle stopped him and asked why he wasn't at class he just said "I gotta take care of my dear MC here" And Riddle just stormed off to ask a teacher about it. Ace brought you back to his room to hangout and chill since he had the joy of not having to go to classes. He was just casually going through his phone when you plopped your head on his lap. He gave you a quick peck on the lips, well was going to, until you cupped his face and smothered him in kisses. He was a bit taken aback but quickly recovers and a small grin grew on his face. He kisses you a few times all over your face, then returning back to his phone. Lovesick you was a teensy bit upset his phone was getting more attention than you, but you let it slide, for now. Jokes on him, he had 10x more homework than he did before. That's what he gets for using you as an excuse to skip class.

Deuce Spade

Why is he even surprised? It's just more trouble caused by Ace and Grim. He brought you back to his room and went to his classes, before doing so he gave you a peck on the forehead. After all his classes were done he went back to his room and started on his homework. You were wanting his attention so you walked over to behind him and put your arms over his shoulders. "Hm? Do you need something MC?" He raised a brow. "No, just wanted to cuddle" You innocently smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are? Your smile is brighter than the sun!" You said. Deuce blushed "T-thanks..." He mumbled. Once he was finished with his homework he cuddled you for the rest of the day.

(Deuce deserves more writing and love but I do NOT know what to write)

Cater Diamond

Cater was walking around the halls, scrolling on magicam, his finger gliding across the screen as he scrolled down. He saw some cute pictures of a cafe that had recently opened. Maybe he would take you there sometime-"Cater!!!" A familiar voice interrupted Cater's thoughts. It was Ace, and Grim, and Deuce holding you over his shoulder-Wait...Deuce holding you over his shoulder?!"What'd you freshies do this time?" Cater asked as Deuce put you in Cater's arms, trying to not seem so worried. Then Cater saw the hearts in your eyes, and he immediately knew. "How did you get prefect to drink a love potion??" Cater questioned. "It wasn't our fault! They was the one that drank the water!" Ace defended. Cater looked confused. "It's a long ish story" Grim shrugged. Cater felt a sudden warmth to his cheeks as something cupped his face. "Well, we're gonna go" Grim announced, the three then leaving."Aww, your cheeks are so squishy.." You said with a droopy smile. Cater blushed. "W-well..." "I could take so much pictures of you and show em off. You deserve to be seen my everyone" You cut Cater off. Cater felt the heat on his face grow. Ok, you're a bit good at making him flustered...If you continued he was gonna turn out like Riddle when he's mad."Instead of staying in the hallways we should go back to my room.." Cater mentioned. The time you were under the influence of that love potion Cater took many pictures of you, and some videos too. You was just too cammable! How could he not? Don't worry, he won't post anything without your permission! (The pictures were mainly for him to look back at and smile...)

Jack Howl

His ears twitch at the sound of 3 freshmans voices. "JACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" they yelled, to which he simply sighed in return. "What is it this time!? Wait, why does prefect have hearts in their eyes???" Jack was puzzled as Ace quickly gave you to him. "Perfect drank a love potion, which was totally NOT my fault, it was all Grim's," Grim groaned in the backround "So yeah anyways goodluck taking care of them the potion doesn't wear off until tomorrow!!!!" Then he ran of with the other freshman. Jack was confused, to say the least, but alas took you to Savanaclaw.When he walked in he got some strange looks while you was being carried over his shoulder, but simply ignored them as it wasn't a big deal."Jack, Why ya carryin' MC over ya shoulder?" Ruggie questioned as he walked oast Jack."Ace, Grim, and Deuce somehow got them to drink a love potion, so now I gotta be with them" Jack shrugged."Oh, well good luck with that" Ruggie chuckled, then going his own way.Jack had finally let you down after you got to his dorm, then he got started on his homework while he let you hug him from behind. Offly enough, he was much more comfortable this way and it kinda helped him focus.

Soon enough it was 9pm, and he was drowsy, so he went to sleep, ans joined him so he wrapped his arm around you, placing a kiss on your neck.

Floyd Leech

He was walking around the hallways, upset because he hasn't seen his shrimpy all day! Where in the world could they be??? People moved out of his way, noticing he wasn't the happiest at this moment. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around with a frown, which faded away when he saw you. "Aw~ Shrimpy where have you been?" He smiled as he took you from the troublemakers. Meanwhile Ace and Grim were fighting over which one should tell him, but Grim got shoved forward "Nya! No fair! You owe me tuna after this!" Grim angrily said to Ace. Ace rolled his eyes in response "What is it Baby Seal?" Floyd raised a brow. "MC drank a love potion..." Grim said. "Myah! Run!" Grim, Ace, and Duece then ran. Floyd huffed "How do you get in this much trouble so often shrimpy? Whatever, this may be a bit fun" Floyd smiled, then taking you to his room. He was supposed to be at monstro lounge, but Azul wouldn't mind. "Floyd, has anyone mentioned how adorable you are?" You brought up. "Eh?~ Thank you shrimpy, but I'd say you more adorable yourself, ehe~" He said in return with a toothy grin. You two had comments like this for practically all day, and cuddled when the day ended.

Epel Felmeir

Epel was in the Botanical Garden. Why? Probably for something in potions. He had a basket of things for his potions assignment and began to walk back on his merry way but heard a familiar voice.Grim entered the garden as you were being carried by Deuce and Ace. "Epel, MC drank a love potion!!!!" Grim squealed out of breath. "H...huh?! How??? Y'all troublemakers always causin' a problem for MC huh..." Epel saw you, hearts in your eyes, and was worried but also noticed how adorable you was. "Take your partner instead of admiring them all day long, would ya?" Epel put down the basket and took you in his arms, well, more like let you lean against his shoulder as he helped you walk back to pomefiore, but you get the point!Epel let you take a seat, then beginning to work on his homework. You and the other freshman were supposed to all study together today, but because of the love potion you obviously won't be able to.You walked up behind Epel, as you was beginning to get bored, and quite lonely at that, wrapping your arms around him and looking at his homework.You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Epel when you did this, which made you have a small grin.You had seen Epel get stuck on some questions, so you had graciously helped him, to which he thanked you for.Epel said it was starting to get dark and that you should get sleep, and you had gone to the bed, hut said "Hurry up and cuddle with me soon though..." in a drowsy tone, so Epel wrote his letter to his meemaw about this whole thing and you quickly, then cuddling up next to you with a small blush.

Silver

Silver was startled awake from his sleep with a yell. "SILVER!!!!!!!!!" Ace yelled.Silver jumped awake with a questionable look on his face. "Hm? What exactly is it you need, Ace?" Then he saw the look on your face. And your eyes.Silver had heard about a love potion from his father, and from potionoligy, and how anyone who drank one would have hearts in there eyes, and you certainly did."Take your significant other!! I ain't taking care of them all day!" Ace quickly gave you to Silver, then going off with Deuce and Grim.Silver was still a bit drowsy, but he needed to ask Lilia if there was any way to cure this.Silver walked into Diasomnia, you clinging onto his arm."Boo! Oh? Is that your little partner clinging into you?~" Lilia chuckled.Silver didn't have much of a reaction to Lilia's scare, as he was used to it at this point, but nodded his head yes, then saying "They had drank a love potion, considering the look in their eyes. I'm not sure how, but do you know if there's a cure?" "No, there's no cure that I'm aware of, so good luck with your clingy partner" Lilia said, then smiling cheekily.Silver walked off to his room, and you just continued clinging onto him. "Silver, your eyes are so beautiful... I could get lost in them" You smiled. "Being with you doesn't feel real, it feels like a dream" You continued to ramble on.

Silver chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. Your warmth made him get more and more drowsy, causing the two of you to soon fall asleep.

Oh, Lilia will DEFINITELY take a picture of this.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was on his way to Diasomnia since he had finished all his classes and wanted to check if Malleus was fine, and there he happened to see 3 freshmans and his significant other being carried at the end of the hall. "MC!" Sebek ran to the part of the hall you were at and immediately took you in his arms. It was silent for a moment, then Deuce spoke "MC, somehow," Deuce looked at Grim amd Ace, "drank some of a love potion. Crewel said the effects will only be around for about 24 hours" Ace bit his lip, expected loud enough yelling to make him go deaf, but instead it was silent. So silent you could almost hear crickets as Sebek had a look of confusion, anger, and, most of all, worry.The freshman slowly backed up, then ran away.You played with Sebek's hair, booped his nose, and kissed him so much on the way to Diasomnia Sebek couldn't help but blush. He entered the dorm and continued walking to his room until a Lilia appeared. "Ah? Why's MC here?"Sebek looked frozen. "Those idiot humans somehow got them to drink love potion" Sebek answered, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Malleus's voice came about "They'll be just fine Sebek, there's no need to worry." Lilia interrupted "That's only if they had a tadge bit. Did they have a tadge bit?" Sebek responded, saying Deuce said it would only last 24 hours according to Crewel. "Excellent! Well get on your merry way then" Lilia chuckled as he went to get tomato juice. "Thank you Waka-sama and Lilia-Sama" Sebek did a half bow and left.Sebek couldn't really focus on his work. No matter how much he wanted to. All the complements, kisses, hugs from behind, everything you did just out him in a different thought process."MC, I need silence and complete focus to work on this homework" Sebek stated. "My soldier, you've been working on that foreverrrr, can't I just get a bit of attention? Please?" You had a look on your face Sebek found hard to say no to. "...Fine, but only for a few minutes!" Sebek slightly frowned, but wasnt the slightest bit upset.Unfortunately, Sebek had fallen asleep in your arms as you brushed his hair with your fingers.

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AHHHH IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!! IT'S BEEN MONTHSSSSSS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!

Anyways, I hope you lovelies enjoyed! I will be writing more every so often, but I got this for now!

[sinnabarmoth]

Idk if you’ve done this already, but what do you think the LIs’ “type” would be, focusing on personality? Ik they’re in love with MC, but I’d like to give hope to those who don’t relate to MC (including me T^T)

Zayne: For Zayne I get the vibe that he would love a soft extrovert. Someone who enjoys going out and trying new things and can pull him out of his shell but is very chill about it. They are a very optimistic person and are bubbly but in a laid back kind of way. Ideal dates are trying out new restaurants or signing up for a one night beginners tango class but also like taking walks through the park. I also think someone with a lot of patience and organizational skills would just be a big plus for him too. He not only wants but needs someone like that in his life because he will only work and go home otherwise.

Xavier: Xavier for sure likes the cozy gamer girl introvert! Despite his job what he really seems to like is just staying at home and having a peaceful time in. She's in his hoodie 24/7, is on year 5 of a Stardew Valley farm, snacks on the desk, the whole shebang. They are the cuddle couple. They will be sat in the living room playing a co-op game and she is in his lap while they are playing and tries to distract him by suddenly kissing him and stuff. She's baking cookies partly for snacks and partly to make the house smell incredible. When they do go out it's usually to an old reliable favorite restaurant or playing at the arcade. I think someone who can just be this well of soft mundane pleasures to come home to after a long day is what he would love!

Rafayel: Rafayel is the kind of guy where his partner needs to be able to match his freak. Whatever energy he is coming at them with his partner has not only gotta be able to receive but also deal it back at 200%. Someone who isn't afraid to tease and be sarcastic and a little dramatic. Raf is the kind of guy who will play fight with you whenever just cause he's bored. You'll be at an art gallery and he'll be looking for an excuse to cut out early and gives you a look and you both just silently agree to start having a stupid verbal fight right then and there. He's trying not to laugh the entire time and it always ends with one of you chasing after the other like "No baby! Don't go! I'll change I swear!" Someone who will drag him out of his house and force him to be social but also loves being able to cancel plans to stay inside when they are straight up not feeling the crowd vibe. Someone not so serious and with a good sense of humor is a huge win in his book!

Sylus: Sylus is looking for someone adaptable and able to roll with the punches. Oh we have to go to a different restaurant for dinner super last minute? Sure, not a problem. Someone who is independent and has a sharp tongue that isn't afraid to call him out on stuff. I really just see him with someone who is like "this is my guard dog Sylus, I can tell him stand down but 9 times out of 10 I will let him kill you. He needs the enrichment." He likes someone who likes new experiences and doesn't mind being the center of attention because you know he is going to be dragging them along everywhere he goes. He loves to be able to flaunt his partner and while being shy can be cute there's something so damn attractive about a partner who knows they are hot stuff.

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Of doodles and hearts.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: This little thing came from this prompt: “Wanda writing your name with hearts in her notebook with her own name.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! :)

Word count: 1,442.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just finished her last class of the day and she was beyond elated that the weekend was upon her with how stressful the week had been with all the exams coming up.

Making her way through the halls a voice suddenly greets her when she makes it to her locker to put some of her belongings away.

"Hey Max."

Wanda hears and she turns to see her best friend Y/N Y/L/N standing beside her, a sweet smile on your face.

"Hi Y/N," Wanda greets shyly, your smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Any plans this weekend?" You ask and Wanda shakes her head softly, "so do you and Pietro maybe want to hang out? I was thinking we could get some food, watch a movie, and just chill at my place or yours," you smile with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds great Y/N/N. I don't know if Pietro has any plans yet, but I'm up for it regardless and we can do it at my house," Wanda beams, the prospect of spending more time with you making her happy.

"Awesome, your place it is then, I'll be there with pizza at 8, I'm excited to hang out," you grin. "Also, I wish I could stay with you longer to talk but I gotta get running, I still have a few others things to do here at school before I go, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay," you say and Wanda nods with a smile before you pull her into a hug, the girl relishing being in your arms more than she'd ever admit.

When you pull away and walk out of sight, Wanda squeals lightly hugging her notebooks to her chest in giddiness as she makes her way out of the school and to the parking lot, a smile present on her face as she walks to her car.

Once she's at her car the brunette girl throws her belongings into her backseat without a care in the world, full of excitement at the thought of spending some of her time with you tomorrow night, failing to realize that one of her notebooks did not make it into her car.

When Wanda makes it home from school the first thing she does is she gets herself a light snack then makes her way up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her belongings down onto her desk she begins pulling out the necessary materials to start her homework when she realizes something completely dreadful.

Her red notebook was missing.

Certainly to anyone else that wouldn't seem like such a big deal. She could just buy a new one, fill out all the missing information she needed with the help of her friends and move on.

Again, no big deal right?

Wrong.

No, the reason Wanda was panicking was because that notebook, that one specific red notebook happened to be the one that had your name written on it in several pages.

But that wasn't even the entire problem you see, Wanda would’ve been completely fine if only your name was on those pages but no, much to her luck that notebook also happened to hold Wanda's name in it besides yours with hearts and doodles around it.

It was safe to say she was losing her mind.

Rummaging through all her belongings Wanda is unsuccessful in finding the item so she quickly walks out of her room and to her brother's.

"Piet, have you seen my red notebook?" Wanda asks slamming her twin's door open, slightly breathless and pale.

"Jeez Wanda, can't you knock?" Pietro says, clutching a shirt to his chest as he was in the process of changing, "you're lucky I wasn't naked, you know!" The silver haired boy exclaims, "and no, I haven't," her twin sighs attempting to calm his heart rate, "Also why the hell does it look like you’ve just seen a ghost because of a notebook?"

Ignoring her brother's statement the brunette makes her way to the kitchen, the last spot she was at before going to her room, looking around her dining table, the cabinets and the countertops as if the notebook could've just gotten up and walked away.

"Where could it be?" She mutters frustrated, hand in her hair as frantic green eyes glance around the kitchen once again. "Maybe I left it in my locker," she says to herself, grabbing her car keys and making her way over to the door.

From the foyer, Wanda shouts up to her brother, "Piet, I'll be right back, I'm going to check at sch-" she begins, but as she pulls her front door open, her words die in her throat when she sees you standing there, hand in mid air ready to knock, "Y/N," she says surprised, "what are you doing here? I thought the plans we made were for tomorrow?" Wanda asks confused.

"Uh, yeah, they were- I mean, they are for tomorrow," you stutter, "it's just, I thought you might want this," Y/N says, hand slowly coming up to reveal the object Wanda has been searching for, "you must've dropped it on your way out, I found it on the ground by the parking space where you left your car."

Wanda gasps, cheeks flushing red as her eyes shut, "please Y/N, please tell me you didn't open it," the girl whispers embarrassed and at the lack of your response Wanda opens her eyes reluctantly.

"Look Max, I promise I didn't do it on purpose," you say hands up in surrender, "but when I found it it was already open face up and I- well I saw something that made me curious," you begin and Wanda winces, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, "Wanda, I saw our names and doodles of what seemed to be us together, with a bunch of little hearts around them. Is there a reason for that?" You ask softly, not a trace of judgement in your eyes.

Wanda blushes even harder at the fact that you have discovered the secret little doodles she drew of you and releases a nervous breath of air, "Y/N/N, l- wow this is embarrassing," she begins, cutting herself short as she can't seem to find the words. "Okay, well here goes," Wanda says, steeling herself as she gets ready to confess her feelings, "Y/N, I like you." She begins.

"I've liked you for some time now and I know I haven't explicitly said that I'm gay or whatever. I mean, truthfully I still don't know what I am," Wanda whispers scared, "but what I do know is that I'm attracted to you," she begins again full of resolve, "I feel so comfortable around you, no one makes me laugh harder than you do and I guess falling for you was inevitable. Also, I know you're my best friend, so it's okay if you don't feel the same way, I completely understand. I just really hope this doesn't ruin things between us and if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it-" Wanda rambles breathlessly, her words cut off as you cradle her face and pull her into a searing kiss.

"Hey Max, breathe," you say softly as you pull away all too soon for Wanda's liking. "I like you too," you beam, "I just never said anything, because like you said, you never explicitly implied you were into girls," you shrug, thumbs rubbing Wanda's face softly, "but now, that it's out in the open, I so do want to continue seeing you. Because now I’m thinking, instead of going through with the movie night I had planned with both you and Pietro tomorrow, I take out you on a first date instead, what do you say?" You ask with a smile, arms going around Wanda's waist.

The girl beams with delight, nodding her head as she moves her arms around your neck, "yes Y/N/N, I'd love that."

"Okay, then its settled, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, sound good?" You ask softly.

"Sounds perfect," Wanda whispers just as softly, pecking your lips a couple of times.

"Also Miss Maximoff, who knew you were such the artist, your work is on par with that of Picasso’s,” you grin, “the way you managed to capture my essence in those doodles, unmatched! We should have those drawings framed and put in a museum," you tease with a smirk and Wanda smacks your shoulder.

"Ass," she mutters, cheeks red and you let out a laugh before leaning down to press a kiss on her lips.

[hellsbelle999]

hello :D do you have any headcanons about the gang (if u need a specific character, then ponyboy) that you would like to share with the class >:)?

ty for being my first ask 🫶 !!

these aren't the best but hope yall enjoy nonetheless :-)

WC: 778 // not proofread

Pony:

I feel like he and Johnny are really into photography. They mostly show their pictures to each other rather than the rest of the gang, but will occasionally share what they're currently working on. when out and taking photos, they try to follow a specific theme - windows, people, trees - stuff like that.

Sometimes Ponyboy will ask Soda to take his film to be processed. If Sodapop sees a picture he really likes (usually of one of the gang since they hardly sit for photos purposely lol), he'll order an extra copy and will hang it up around the house.

Soda just thinks it's cute that pone takes pictures of everybody like that (so does Darry but he doesn't act like it, just silently thankful that someone's getting pictures of all of em)

Bro's gotta be bisexual fr

He's aware that he likes both guys and girls but doesn't question it much. Kinda nonchalant about it and wouldn't think it weird unless someone else said something.

Two-Bit:

Def steals little things for his mom and kid sister (and we love him for that)

Probably just stuff like makeup or a new doll - if he sees it and thinks they'll like it then he snags it right up, employees none the wiser

Partially motivated by him thinking he doesn't do enough for them and wants to make up for it

Since he doesn't have a job they're like hrmmm… ok.. But won't question it/confront him about it directly, just in passing sarcasm or jokes (but they know he stole it ofc)

His mom would come home from work, seeing Two's sister with a new toy or maybe a fresh loaf of bread and some jam on the counter, maybe a new lipstick on her nightstand

While she appreciates the trinkets, she wishes that he would contribute to the family a little more honestly...

Soda:

I imagine that he's really clean and cares for his personal hygiene a lot. Out of all of them, he smells the best lmao. Soda feels like his appearance is all he has going for him, and tries his best to keep up that reputation.

The week pony was missing he started slacking - missing showers, stopped combing his hair, and wore the same unkempt clothing as a result of the depression. All he wanted to do was lie in bed all day, but he had to keep carrying on, just barely.

Clearly this was way beyond his normal behavior and Darry and Steve tried getting him back on his normal routine (and failed).

He didn't freshen himself up until he read about pony in the newspaper, not wanting his kid brother to see him in that sorry state when he went to the hospital.

Darry:

Actually loves cats, but won’t admit it straight up lol.

He “finds” one on the street and decides to keep her. When asked about it, he just says they're easy to take care of so why not.

He loves how quiet and warm cats are, especially when he's reading the paper at the table before work, the house chilled by the morning's air.

Sometimes he'll fall asleep petting the kitty on his chest, leaned back in the recliner after a long day of work (lol such dad energy)

He accidentally teaches her to sit on his shoulders. Darry'd be making dinner or something and this scratchy old street cat would be sat atop his shoulder like a parrot, keeping a sure eye on whatever he's cooking.

Dal:

Slightly afraid of dogs.

He's fine with ones he's familiar with, like a friend's, but if he sees a stray on the street he's likely to hightail it outta there or walk as far away from it as possible

Random:

Before the wreck, I feel like the gang would go grocery shopping with Mrs Curtis 😭😭

Just imagine these scruffy lookin greasers trailing behind this completely unassuming lady. They definitely turn some heads, but the boys help her carry bags and such so she’s not complaining.

She knows they'll all be over for dinner at least one point in the week, so she asks them for suggestions and will send em off with leftovers if there's extras.

The gang being themselves would be goofing around obviously, until either a store employee has to step in and ask them to calm down or Mrs Curtis shoots the boys a glare that immediately sets them in line. … for the most part at least.

I imagine they’d (mostly two bit or dal) would pick up the most random, vile jar off the shelf and be like “hey can we get some uhhhhh … fermented pig’s foot?” which everyone responds with varying Hell No's and ewws

I've honestly got a ton more ideas but I'll cool it and stop here 😭 plz forgive any grammatical errors etc

[ire-as-iris]

What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

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I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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[garbinge]

TENSIONS RISE

Eli “Weevil” Navarro x F!Reader (Felix Toombs sister reader) // Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Tensions rise between Weevil and you. 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angsty. Not too much of a happy ending, but not a bad one either. Lies, secrets, tension, hurt/comfort.  Secret love. Slow burn.

A/N: First time writing for Veronica Mars! Been rewatching and while I’m an AVID LoVe shipper, during my rewatch I just seriously have my heart strings pulling for Weevil. Pulled this idea for this fic from this prompt list, I changed the dialogue juuuuust slightly to make it sound more Eli-ish.

“You talkin’ to nature or some shit?” 

Without bothering to turn around you chuckled slightly and answered him. "Yeah. It says fuck you in particular."

“Ooof, cold.” He was sitting down on the stairs next to you as you stared out into the backyard. “Nature got a reason to be so angry? Or is there just a chill in the wind?” 

As you turned to look over at him, you expected to see his eyebrows raised and annoyance on his face, but despite his snarky comments, his face was soft and begging for forgiveness. 

“You know I just want the best for you right?” You matched his face. 

Weevil looked away immediately, not wanting to look in your eyes when you said that or when he answered. “I know.” He nodded a couple times before letting his head hang down as he rested his arms on his knees. 

“So you really talkin’ to nature?” He changed the topic, he thought it’d lighten the mood, you could tell by how he adjusted himself. He was leaning back, his elbows now on the top step. 

“No, Weevil. I’m not really talkin’ to nature.” A sigh left your breath. “But sometimes I feel like it’s talking to me.” 

“I leave for 3 days and you go crazy.” It was spoken through a chuckle. 

You smiled at that. “Gotta find some way to pass the time until you come back.” 

“What does nature tell you?” He figured he’d entertain what you were saying. 

“It tells me that we’re made for more than this.” 

_______

“So you’re hangin’ out with 09ers now?” Weevil’s voice was angry as he towered over you. Slamming your bottom locker shut, you stood up, frustration started to make it’s way through your veins. 

“Excuse me?” You turned your body to start walking through the halls hoping that whatever Weevil was getting at would die down as you travelled to your next class. 

“Felix saw you, at some party on the beach, an 09er party.” His voice didn’t change, if anything it was louder since he was following behind you now.

“So now my brother is bringing his family problems to the PCH MC? Real stand up guy my brother is. Don’t worry prez, I’ll handle it with Felix.” 

“Your brother was talking to a friend, lifelong one, the one who's lived next door his whole life, and who knows the Toombs sister wouldn’t just show up at a 09er party for shits and giggles, so tell me what the fuck were you doing with the rich kids? Or what? You were just talkin’ to nature? The waves particularly chatty that night like Logan Echolls was?” 

That caused you to turn around, the anger finally making its way up your throat and at the tip of your tongue. 

“Maybe you should try and approach people with a little more kindness and thoughtfulness before you bum-rush them in the hallways of school. The waves were particularly chatty that night, so chatty that they convinced Logan to drop the charges on you so there’d be no more 3 day leaves, or bail hearings.” It wasn’t the way you wanted to tell him, you honestly didn’t want to tell him anything other than a white lie that you were at his grandmother’s house when the sheriff called to let the Navarro family know the charges had been dropped. 

He stood there, wordless and you laughed sarcastically and looked around with a head shake before placing your pointed gaze back at him. “Next time you talk to my adoring, loving, idiot of a brother, tell him next time he wants to spy on me, maybe try a little harder to get the facts straight.” With that you were walking away just as angry as before, if not maybe a little more, just enough annoyance that you turned around to yell one more thing to Weevil. “I’ll be at your grandmother’s house after school, helping her organize her medication for the week and making dinner for everyone. So when you sick Felix on me, and he sees I’m at the grocery store on the nice side of the tracks, tell him it’s because that’s where the good meat is, not because I’m secretly dating an 09er.” 

He looked at you, that look of regret sparkling bright in his eyes and moping on his face but your anger was so prominent right now that it didn’t matter and you kept moving to get to your next class. 

_______

“Hey can we talk?” You heard the door open and by the couple minute silence you heard between the door being unlocked and the words being spoken it was obvious it was Weevil. 

“Depends, did you set Felix up with binoculars and a good lip reader? Just wanna make sure he gets the full story this time.” You were stirring the pot over the stove, but in reality, you knew you were stirring more up. 

“For the record, I didn’t tell your brother to spy on you. That was all on him.” He was walking up behind you now. Leaning back on his grandmother’s kitchen table. 

“If I’ve learned anything over the years, I know that nothing goes down with PCHers that president Weevil doesn’t approve or know of.” You continued to drop a couple things into the pot and move the spoon around. 

“You’re right that’s why Felix came to me to tell me about you and the party.” He nodded even though you couldn’t see him. 

“You fuckin’ come at me like I’m hiding shit from you, when have I ever hidden shit from you?” Now you dropped the metal spoon into the pot, with slight force and turned around with a disgusted look on your face. 

“Well, hate to get into specifics here but you were hiding shit from me.” He had a smile on his face as he said it because he knew he was right.

It didn’t stop you from getting extremely put out, you turned back around quickly, grabbing the metal spoon just as fast and with the same speed you were pulling it away. “Fuck!” You called out and started waving your hand before moving over to the sink and running cold water over it immediately. The red mark was getting brighter as the seconds passed. 

“Shit, let me see.” Weevil was moving over to the sink next to you, his hand coming to grab yours. He hissed as he saw the burn mark forming. “Hold on, let me get you something, keep it under the water.” As you went to speak he was already moving out of the kitchen and into the hallway where you heard the linen closet opening and things shuffling around. Accompanied by the noise was a couple curses and another door opening and closing before Weevil was back. 

“Let me wrap it up.” He was holding a bandana in hand. You weren’t exactly in the position to argue so you turned and held your hand out. Wincing as he touched the wound, you tried your best not to make a big deal out of it. “Sorry, but it’s better to cover it.” 

“You claimin’ me now.” You looked at the bandana that he’d always keep with him that had the PCHer colors on it. 

“People already know.” His answer was spoken fast and not thought through because he stumbled on the next ones. “I just mean– people already know, you know, not to mess with you, you don’t need no claim.” 

“Yea but what do we do when you and Felix mess with me?” 

Weevil laughed at that, still wrapping the bandana around your palm, tucking the last of the fabric around the back of your hand. 

“If anyone, your brother included, put their hands on you, you know I’d take care of it.” Now he was looking at you, his eyes caught on yours, his hand still lightly wrapped around your injury. 

“And you? Who takes care of you?” 

“Apparently you do.” He was referring to what you did to help him with the open case in his name. 

“Someone’s gotta.” Pulling your hand away from him you turned back to the stove and grabbed a towel so you could get back to what you were doing without an issue again. 

“Let me get that.” He was stepping towards the stove and when he got close you jumped and his hands steadied you, your eyes catching each other again. “You know I love you, right?” 

There it was. The line he always used when he was digging his way out of a fight with you. You stood there, wanting to tell him back, wanting to kiss him, wanting to let the pot boil over while you two just got lost in the moment, forget about everything that kept this from happening between the two of you. 

But then the front door opened and your brother’s voice filled the Navarro house. “Yo Weev!” 

It was all it took for you two to separate and Weevil was stepping in, grabbing the spoon. “Here I got it.” While you were moving to the kitchen table. As Felix stepped into the kitchen, his smile grew as he saw both of you and that food was being prepared. As he stuck his hand inside the serving bowl you had started to fill with food earlier, his eyes fell on you. 

“What happened to your hand?” He was curious but not concerned, his main focus being on stuffing his face. 

“I think I hurt it at a 09er party last night, did you catch that while you were spying on me you little narc.” You barked at him while also swatting his hand away from the bowl. 

He lifted his hands in innocence and before he had a minute to defend himself Weevil was speaking up. 

“She burned herself making food for us.” Weevil was turning the burner off. 

“Idiot.” Felix laughed. 

Again, before you could argue or stand up to push your brother, Weevil was stepping in. “Funny, because I think you meant to say sorry, followed by some sort of thanks because not only did she cook food for us, but she got the my charges dropped for me.” He was dangerously close to Felix’s face, his lips scrunching up and fists getting tight as he waited for his reply. 

“My bad. Sorry.” Felix’s shoulders slumped down before he jumped back up about to leave the room and likely go hang in the living room with the rest of the Navarro family. “And thanks.” 

“Thanks.” You said to Weevil after Felix left. 

“Told you, I’d always have your back, with anyone.” He was placing the food on the table in front of you when you stood up and nodded. 

Your anger was gone, but your emotions were still high. Upset, that’s what you were. Upset that things were the way they were, that everything was secret. You could get behind the secrets that benefited someone, like going to a 09er party to get someone off charges, but what you couldn’t get behind anymore were secret feelings. It was the point where you were tired of hiding how you felt about Weevil, and him doing the same thing and hiding it behind having your back. 

“Yea, and maybe one day we can be honest about why.” 

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[savage-rhi]

Wesker: to be frank with you ms Birkin, I think you can do better than my trouser stain of a son. He’s punching FAR above his weight class.

Sheri: he’s better than you could ever hope to be.

@rebelwithoutaclock Coming up!

This is a terrible idea... Sherry thought to herself.

Working together as a group of four was insane, but there were no words when Jake decided everyone should split up and cover more ground. Logically, he was right. With how huge the facility was--and how far down they were trapped--breaking into pairs was for the best if they had any hope of getting to the surface.

The second half of Jake's plan didn't sit right with Sherry. She glanced to her right, observing Wesker a few feet away. He stood like a stoic statue with his arms behind his back, much like a soldier on duty. He couldn't be bothered to look around and find supplies much less see if there was an exit.

"Jake, what the hell are you thinking? Shouldn't you be with your dad and I with mine, or hell, shouldn't we be together?" "Insurance." "Insurance?" "Look, I know your pops cares about you deep down. If Wesker were to harm you, Birkin would lose his cool. Knowing my dad, the last thing he wants is to piss off the second strongest guy in the room. Wesker gives two shits about what happens to me, but I know Birkin wouldn't want to give the guy an inch on anything. You're the glue keeping it together honey, all in all. That's why you gotta go with my dad and I go with yours."

Sherry let out a sigh through her nose, glaring a little as the memory faded. Thus far she rolled with Wesker's verbal punches, but her patience was running thin when it came to remarks about Jake.

She would've given anything to have been trapped in this situation with Helena and Leon right about now.

"Ms. Birkin, are you finished? We are wasting enough time as is." Wesker bitterly piped up.

"Yeah, sure." Sherry muttered. She didn't bother to raise her voice, knowing in the end he didn't care if he heard her so long as she moved her legs.

Side by the side, the two made their way through the darkness of the lab area with flash lights and guns at the ready. Thus far there were no signs of BOWs, and only a vague chill from the vents above kept them company.

For the longest time, Sherry was on guard. Paying attention to every noise around her until Wesker cleared his throat.

"So, my son and you are an item..."

"You can say that," Sherry curtly replied, keeping her gaze forward.

"How long?"

"Does it matter?"

Wesker hummed in thought. "I guess it doesn't, but to be frank with you Ms. Birkin, I think you can do better than my trouser stain of a son. He’s punching far above his weight class."

It took much effort for Sherry not to deck his face right then and there. Her grip on both her flashlight and handgun tightened. "He's better than you could ever hope to be."

"Is that so?" Wesker mused. "I wonder if you'd be singing the same tune if you knew about his earlier mercenary days."

"Jake and I don't hide things from one another." Sherry said as a matter of fact. "I know he had to make tough choices to help him and his mom out. Don't even think about playing mind games with me."

"Is that what he's told you?" Wesker chuckle as he shook his head. The concerned sigh that left him had Sherry furrow her brows as their eyes met.

"There are two things I won't lie to you about Ms. Birkin: one, the nature of mine and your father's condition and second, matters concerning my son."

"Again," Sheri sneered. "Does it matter, and why do you care?"

"I don't," Wesker corrected. "However, considering I promised your father I'd ensure your safety--I'm obligated to uphold my end of things."

"What could Jake have possibly done that would endanger me?"

"Ah, there it is!"

"Where what is?"

"You're second guessing," Wesker's ongoing smirk simmered down a little as he frowned. "If you were so confident about your relationship, you never would've asked such a question. You would've stuck to your guns."

Sheri was speechless. Her shoulders tensed as they stopped walking and silently stared at the other; almost as if it were a game of dominance--to see who would pull the trigger first.

"What say you Ms. Birkin?" Wesker smiled. "We have all the time in the world to chat now."

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[neutrallyobsessed]

pls pls pls tell us more about the concept of ur tophrr and joan when theyre grown i read the long post about whos more manipulative and there isn't much about that part of it <_<

u mrntioned them in the future and i was just wondeirng how that would go about? like what kind of jobs? is there any secret double life or hide hustle? how does that play into them at home?

Hey, if im able to work out the joanpher daughter's title card of sorts, then I'll be able to post the grown up Joan and Topher art that goes with it, and I'm like super close to it!! Anyways, I hope you liked my long post of sweet toxic joanpher and hope you enjoy this other long post of:

The Entire Joanpher Timeline (as most complete to this day xd)

Let's start with establishing that in this timeline, Joan and Topher will more likely to drop out of school and never look back. Things I gotta work on are how to deal with Candide's wishes of World Domination, there will be a moment where Joan and Candide meet to discuss this but for the time being I have no solutions xd, so moving on...

When I say "season 3 doesn't happen here" I mean it in the without Topher and specially Joan, the events that happen in season 3 would be very different and maybe not even happen at all, cause yeah, Clone High and its students will continue on with their lives so technically season 3 "does" happen but it couldn't be the season 3 we know. And now, the meat of the post:

Underground artists going by stage names like Joan of Arc and Christopher Columbus go around the country doing plays, films and youtube videos of strange caliber. He is the face and she is the brains. But their most profitable venture is definitely when they occasionally direct music videos for some artists. And let me tell ya, the inmense quality of their work had people buzzing since the release of their second video. Being nomads and hard to find also makes them to be in high demand but they are quite the snobbish elitists and will pick both the artist and song, so have that in mind ;P. These are their best works to ever be made because music videos combine Joan's love of visually confusing storytelling and Topher's love of musical theatre.

Now, they are both a bit older, more mature and financially stable enough to put their world travel dreams in action! Tbh they did travel to Canada and Mexico before but they're really going places now, as many as possible! And in one of those trips, in one silly country of the very down south, they'd get to watch this quirky travel tv show of two surfer brothers travelling the world, doing exotic things and funny skits in between and they thought we could do that........

And that's exactly what they did.

With a clear vision in mind, episodes and plots to write, vigorously searching for the most interesting things a country can give, enjoying each adventure to the max, this lovely couple has enough of a pitch to show investors at a tv station. But from where? Italy? Poland? Estonia? I haven't decided that yet but the show is a medium hit, maybe it gets brought to a couple of nearby countries, they might be recognized very occassionally, it's all pretty cool and chill~~.

10 years later after their class was meant to graduate, Joan is one to know first of a Clone High High School reunion. Topher isn't too thrilled about this and doesn't want her to go either but she tells him that she wants to do something and, ableit somewhat recluntantly, agrees to at least takes her there.

I have the idea for this fic bouncing on my mind like a dvd logo and recently, if I think for long and hard enough of it, one day suddenly I am able to write almost the entire thing in one sitting so I'm hoping for this to happen, I kinda also wanna make it a comic but we'll see, we'll see…

Basically Joan and Abe catch up and he attempts to ask her out in a way, but she drops all nuclear bombs at once, that she's with Topher, married to him in fact, expecting a child and that she has never been this happy since dating him and it's all Abe's fault for being so oblivious but at least she found someone who cares for her, really destroying his heart real nice (but don't lose hope just yet). Topher could either not be there, just leaving Joan at the reunion and then picking her up or he could catch up with the bleacher creatures, it depends of what happens in the others timeline, will elaborate in a different post. In any case, I do want to add a scene where Joan looks at Abe and Topher and her gaze is the same because she's in love with both of them~~.

4 years later is when Abe realizes that Joan is pregnant y si hay que ser pelotudo pero esa es su gracia xdd.

So yeah, Marion Adèle Columbus of Arc is finally born! In the picturesque country of Czechia for no particular reason (of why Czchia) other than Joan and Topher thinking it could be best for her to have a relatively normal childhood in a stable place of residence. And she does, growing nice and healthy, doing girl things like playing with her (few) friends, watching tv, being online, going to school, hating physical activities and occassionally helping in her parents productions, even participating in a few of them!

It is all chill until she discovers her parents travelling show and she's like I WANNA GO I WANNA GO!!!!!!! and they're like ok but you gotta graduated school and when she turns 13 (ideally, cause idk how czech education is divided) all 3 of them do an extra season with Marion included.

It is around here when they travel to the US where there's this little casting place and Marion decides to try out without much push back from mom and dad. Little do they know that she was going to get a role for a long awaited sequel of a movie held in high regard by a branch studio of the biggest conglomerates of the entertaining industry.

And with "they" I mean that, I feel Marion totally knew what she was doing and was hoping that her parents either didn't realize till it was to late or didn't mind at all. Joan minded it a lot however...

No daughter of mine will work for mainstream blockbuster productions!!! she was like, and there are perverts in every corner she appealed to Topher's overprotectiveness, knowing full well that her own personal beef with normie media couldn't be enough to sway him. If that's what worries you then just stick cameras onto me and I'll have any degenerate in jail before they can say "wow you're so mature for your age!" Marion said with everything thought out beforehand. (Fuck, she really is my daughter) Topher thought proud of his little girl with dreams of acting and blackmailing. But of course he couldn't say that last part aloud. No daughter of mine will put herself in danger like that. Not until you're of age and have good self-defense training. At the end of the day, Topher wants to support their daughter no matter what and Joan also wants to but not like this, not like this!!!

Of course she ends up relenting later and after seeing the massive profits and giving work to those who were laid off at the end of the production, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all~~

But didn't Inside Out 2 come out the same year as Clone High season 3? TIME ISN'T REAL!!!! Don't worry about it!! Not a big deal!!

And so, Marion comes back to her home town and enters secondary school as a celebrity! And there's a lot of shenanigans about it that cool down as years pass and she doesn't make any other fuss with that side of hers.

Jumping much further into the future and considering the genetics in place, I don't really think Topher could outlive his clone-father, mayyyybe for two or three years and it could be a miracle of modern science if he reaches his 60s. In any case, he's fine with that. Even if dying a bit after the half-century is considered "dying young" by current standards, he'd do so happy knowing that during all these years he was able to live an amazing and fulfulling life, where he was able to make a name for himself beyond the legacy of his lineage (not as much as he wanted buuuut he may inspire someone else in the future)(and he did play an astronaut once so that's good and realistic enough) along a gorgeous, smart and caring woman and a beautiful, talented and wonderful daughter. The good years outnumber the bad years and there's really not a lot to regret at the end. Topher lived the good life that I think deserves is what I'm saying.

And after a life well lived, Joan returns to the US as a 60~ year old lady who did it pretty much all, except to live that life with the childhood best friend she always wanted to. But there might be hope in the end...

There's this close-to-S3-canon timeline where MaryAbe became canon and Abe is a ghost. She's too old to complain and you know, Mary can bring Topher's ghost back~ And now they all live togheter in a polycule of sorts cause the JoanAbe is actually cheating, but Mary and Topher let them and they also ghost-fuck too so they even ;3.

Meanwhile in the S3-never-happened timeline is a lot less... supernatural lol. Abe and Frida have gotten togheter but he widowed around their fifties. He wasn't much to date after that but didn't want to close off the chances either (to say, he didn't want to die alone). That's when Joan comes back into his life, a path clear ahead where they could live another 36-40 years togheter doing all those things they were meant to do so long ago~~♡

[ultraviolet-psyche]

In Plain Sight – Kuzusouda Ficlet

Rating: T

Pairing: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu/Kazuichi Souda

Characters: Fuyuhiko & Kazuichi

Warnings: None

Summary: Fuyuhiko has a chat with Kazuichi about a letter he'd received.

Word Count: 463

A/N: Came up with this silly little idea a few days ago and just had to turn it into a ficlet. Enjoy.

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“So… you wanted to meet me here?”

It's a warm spring day, but the secluded spot at the back of the school is filled with gigantic trees that provide ample shade – and privacy – for Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko. Perhaps a little too much shade, for Kazuichi pulls down his sleeves in an attempt to ward off the unexpected chill in the air.

“Yeah,” Fuyuhiko says. “I wanted to talk to you about your letter.”

Kazuichi’s eyes widen. He audibly gulps. “L-letter?”

“Yup.” Fuyuhiko takes a slip of paper out from his pocket and unfolds it, before presenting it to Kazuichi. “This one.”

Kazuichi stares, bug-eyed, at the letter in front of him. “I-I didn't write that! I can help you find out who did, but I swear on my steering wheel collection–”

“Kaz. It's clearly your handwriting. Nice try hidin’ it, though.”

“But–”

“And nobody else in our class would compare a crush to a fuckin’ car engine.”

“How do you know–”

“Don't think I didn't notice the way you've been starin’ at me, either. “Secret Admirer” my ass. Unless you've got an evil twin, there's only one person who could've possibly written this letter.”

“Ugh! Okay, fine, I admit it! I wrote it! I like you! Are you done makin’ fun of me!?”

Fuyuhiko furrows his brow. “I’m not making fun of you, Kaz. I just…” There’s a momentary pause. “I just wanted to let you know that I like you, too.”

For a moment, Kazuichi looks as though he's just seen a teddy bear come to life. Then he laughs – a short, dry, bitter laugh. “Oh, I get it, this is a stupid prank. You're gettin’ my hopes up just to smash my heart into a million pieces! Well, it's not gonna work on me!”

“Then what do I gotta do to prove it to you?”

“Well, you could kiss me.”

Fuyuhiko steps forward into Kazuichi’s personal space. His expression softens. “Gladly.” Without missing a beat, he closes the distance between them.

Kazuichi is frozen; it's clear that he hadn’t expected Fuyuhiko to actually kiss him, and so readily at that. Fuyuhiko closes his eyes and snakes an arm around Kazuichi’s waist, holding him close. Eventually, Kazuichi begins to kiss back.

He cries out in surprise when Fuyuhiko pulls away. He hadn’t expected the tender moment to be over so soon.

Fuyuhiko’s face is flushed, as though he'd just run a marathon, but, somehow, he still finds it in himself to smirk. “Was that enough for ya?”

“I-I mean, you wouldn't go ‘round kissin’ people for no reason,” Kazuichi concedes. He touches his lips, as though seeking confirmation that yes, he really has just been kissed by Fuyuhiko.

“Good.” Fuyuhiko turns and begins to walk away. “Mirai Café, after school. Be there.”

[hope-to-hell]

Night Gardening. Loki x Möbius. Dreams are just the brain processing past events. They’re not real, even if his senses tell him otherwise. Right? Smut and purple prose out the wazoo.

———

Okay. Don’t break him. He can take so much more than you think but apply stress from a certain angle and he’ll shatter like— what’s that thing? Prince Rupert’s drop? Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. That’s the thing he saw once down in Engineering, crushed under a hydraulic press— only it wasn’t crushed. It disappeared, and when the press rose again it bore a hole in the shape of the drop. Glass stronger than steel, stronger than unstoppable force: it was strong, yes, but when Mobius held it in wondering hands he fumbled and it shattered— disintegrated— landing on its wispy tail and it was gone.

So he’s scared, you know? Reaching out means maybe getting what he wants, and maybe taking back a chilled and empty hand. He breathes out on a shudder and strains to hear Loki’s words through the haze of this dream, in this hollow in time carved out by sweat and tears and the iridescent shine of maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe I’ll wake up and

You’re wandering again.

There you are. I was afraid I’d be here all by my lonesome. Levity runs in Mobius’ veins; he can’t ever seem to get out ahead of it to find the words he needs to say and so he trails behind hoping the meaning comes through just the same.

If you were, you’d soon be unmade. And, okay,

Harsh. But listen. I know none of this is real, okay? I know you’re just something I’m making up while I sleep. But I still gotta ask. Are you alright? Ask stupid questions and get no answer. But he knows Loki well enough to clock the minute twitch of his jaw

(not alright, not for a long time, but there’s something on his mind and it’s more than just the Tree)

and how familiar are they that he can see it even here, in the flow of innumerable worlds? Okay, not the time. I get it. If ol’ tall dark and self-sacrificing over there wants to get something off his chest, he will— even if it’s coded in the flick of a finger or that way he has of shifting his weight just so. And anyway, this is a dream so Mobius can do whatever the hell he likes, right? He can even close the distance between them til he smells juniper and snow as he breathes Loki in deep. Easy, hoss. I should’ve done this when I had the chance.

And oh, if this is a dream then may he never wake up. If there is any justice left then let him remain here, half-draped over Loki with that clever tongue silenced, breathless— let him live out his days with this tremble in his thighs from trying so damn hard to keep himself in check. I used to know how to do this. I think. Doesn’t matter if he’s out of practice or if the angle is all wrong; all that matters is the way Loki strains to meet the kiss.

But for all his strength, Loki is bound in place: he is jailer and prisoner— no, that’s not right, he’s a conduit, a gardner— as infinite possibilities course electric through him and he cannot rise, cannot reach out, cannot pull Mobius down by the lapels and give him everything he never realized he could ask for. I— ah. I can’t— and please, please understand that Loki doesn’t bare his throat to just anyone. This is a gift. This is the pulse of artery and vein, of xylem, of phloem— yes, yes, somewhere in the distant unknown you passed a science class or two— and if they only get one chance at this, he’s gonna give it all he’s got.

And Mobius is so goddamned careful right up until the moment Loki nips at him, following sharp teeth with a lick that says I’d drink you up if I could.

Did you say that? Or did I?

Darling, does it matter? Oh. Oh, the word slips into his ear, past grey hair gone just a little shaggy, tip-tapping over his eardrums and hey, yeah, okay, he likes that. He likes that a lot. Mobius breathes in a single sharp breath and on the exhale pours himself down Loki’s throat: all of his being compressed into a single breath, tinged with salt spray and stubble-rough around the edges; it’s not nearly enough, but it’s all he has.

And Mobius shoots off in his pants like a damn teenager; he’s all spreading stickiness and it’s just too goddamned much but he isn’t finished yet. So he drops his head and threads one hand through Loki’s hair as the other is fumbling, searching for buttons, a zipper, anything— how do I get these open, did you forget that when you get the trousers on you’ve still gotta take them off—

Laces. There, just to your left and he’s in, nails catching at the knots; in his idle moments Mobius might’ve pictured this, but slower: maybe somewhere quiet outdoors with sunlight slipping lazily over his back, Loki’s hand closing over his— open your eyes. I want to see you— but this is worlds better; this is the ache between his shoulders and the drag of skin on skin; this is Mobius licking bitter salt from his palm and reaching for more; this moment does not crystallize but rather atomizes, drifting up and into the branches of the Tree.

Damn, I wish (I— we— could’ve found another way,) I mean, I want (more time. Why is there never enough time)— next time I’ll buy you dinner first. In the dream a little self-indulgence won’t go amiss; he can concentrate and maybe the next time he sleeps he’ll be able to come back and do this properly. Maybe he’ll follow the thread of this unraveling dream back to its beginning; to this place where he doesn’t have to hold so tightly to his memories, watching them fade out slowly til they’re just amorphous feelings. Maybe he'll stay a while and watch the ebb and flow of life through the branches of the Tree.

But the dream ends, as all dreams must; Mobius awakens with his head pillowed on one arm, the sleeve of his jacket pressing its imprint into his face; he breathes slow and quiet, rubbing his thumb across his first two fingers, listening hard for a fading whisper:

I tend to many worlds, but remember— the gods do play favorites, and I play for keeps.

[bakugosatoru]

Off The Clock (Part 2)

Requests Open! Warnings: Suggestive content (No smut.... yet) Fic Type: Multi-Part Fic (This chapter is 2k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: BakuDeku Authors note: Part two!! I'm so sorry this took so long to release! Hope you all enjoy! Synopsis: Izuku has been roped into being Mina's designated driver while she spends her birthday at a host club. But what is Izuku to do when one of the hot hosts sets their sights on him?

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There are many ways Izuku could have responded to that question, many ways that would have been perhaps a more responsible choice. He could have explained that he had classes in the morning, or maybe that he should hang around to keep an eye on Mina. But he didn’t.

“Yes please” Izuku said breathlessly, shocking himself with his response.

“Yea? Oh I was hoping you'd say that” Katsuki grinned as he helped Izuku off his lap and grabbed his things off the table.

“I gotta go settle the tab with Sero, did you wanna say bye to your friend?”

God no, how am I going to explain this?

“Probably should” Smiled Izuku as he slid out of the booth behind Bakugo, gathering his things as well. Bakugo strolled off towards the bar so Izuku took that as his cue to wander over to Mina and Kirishima.

“Oh hey ‘Zuku!” Beamed Mina, her legs over Kirishimas lap as she lounged in the booth.

“Hey Mina, having fun?” Izuku laughed, nodding politely at Kirishima in acknowledgement.

“So much fun! But I'm surprised your still here, I would have assumed you would have headed home. Bakugo did tell you Kiri's driving me home right?” Mina asked.

“Uh yea, I've just been having a few drinks…” Izuku shrugged, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh? OH” Mina's eyes shot open.

“Izuku getting drunk in a host club with hosts? Have I had too much to drink or did pigs just start flying?”

“No Mina it's not like that it wasn't with a host … Okay well it was but not like that!” Izuku waved his arms in denial as Kirishima began to laugh. “He wasn’t, well he isn’t working right now… we were just hanging out and having a drink is all! I just came to tell you I’m heading home!” Izuku babbled again, his face burning as his friend smirked at him with a knowing glare.

“Your just heading home?” Kirishima asked teasingly, causing Mina to smack his leg playfully.

“Leave Izuku alone! I’m sure he’s just going home to rest!” Mina defended her friend.

Izuku sighed, nodding in agreement. ‘Maybe if he walked over to the bar Mina would be to focused on Kirishima to notice him leaving with someone’ Izuku thought to himself ‘Otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it’. That plan quickly flew out the window as he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. Izuku saw Mina’s eyes widen in shocked glee as he immediately knew who it was.

“You done saying goodbye nerd?” Bakugo asked, resting his chin on the top of Izuku’s green curls. Izuku felt his entire neck and face turn red as he looked at his pink friend, silently pleading with her not to make a scene. Mina smiled knowingly as she shot Izuku a wink.

“He was just leaving” Mina waved her hand casually, gesturing Izuku to leave.

“Perfect” Smiled Katsuki. “See you later Red” The blond waved to his friend, who waved in response. Izuku quickly found himself being shuffled towards the door of the club, Katsukis hand on the small of his back. Izuku hadn't noticed it before but Kacchans hands were really big, his palm and fingers almost covering his entire lower back.

The two walked out into the cold evening, winter looming over the ending spring.

“Want to just take my car? It's in the car park” Izuku offered.

“We may not have drank much, but my apartments only a short walk, i’d rather not risk it” Bakugo replied

“Oh… good point” Izuku responded, having completely forgotten about the drinks consumed earlier.

Izuku felt a chill run over his body, it had been warmer earlier in the day and he hadn't exactly planned for the chilly evening. As a result, his vintage All-Might T-shirt was doing very little to stave off the evening chill.

He heard Bakugo let out an exasperated ‘tsk’ before his shoulders were covered with the blonds jacket. Katsuki’s strong arm slung softly across Izuku's shoulders as they walked.

“My apartment’s a few minutes walk, wouldn't exactly be very good of me to let you get a cold or whatever” Katsuki shrugged.

“But what about you?” Izuku protested. Katsuki let out a curt laugh.

“Unlike you nerd, I dressed for the weather. I'll be fine”

He was right, unlike Izuku's thin T-shirt, Bakugos long-sleeved shirt was much better suited for the weather. The green haired boy relented, squeezing himself slightly closer to Bakugos side. ‘Should help keep him warm’ He rationalized to himself.

Bakugo let out a relaxed hum as he held the other boy tighter, the chill of the evening completely forgotten.

“So” Katsuki broke the silence once again “I gotta ask, are you actually an All Might fan or did you just find that shirt at a store. Both are fine or whatever… I'm just curious”

“Oh my shirt? No, I love All Might! I got every single design that came out with this shirt's release. It was the limited edition drop they did for the recent movie. It was almost impossible to get!” Izuku lit up as he spoke, gesturing excitedly as he explained his love for the hero. Katsuki felt a smile spread across his face as he watched the freckled boy explain the intricacies of getting that limited edition shirt. His excitement was pure sunshine to Katsuki, and he gladly basked in its warmth.

“You're cute when you get excited,” Katsuki chuckled, brushing a stray strand of green hair from the boy's eyes.

“I- thanks” Izuku blushed, avoiding the taller man’s gaze. “Sorry I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent”

“Hey I just said it was cute didn’t I? Besides, I like All Might too.”

“Really?” Izuku exclaimed excitedly.

“Yea nerd, I’m honestly surprised you didn't notice with my bag.” Katsuki smirked, holding up his leather messenger bag.

Izuku looked at it closely, or as closely as he could as they walked. It just seemed like a regular black leather messenger bag… until he saw it. A small golden embossed All Might logo. Izuku knew what this bag was.

“No way, thats not…. Is it? Is that the bag they got on the set of the last movie? I thought only cast and crew were given that!? All Might uses his some times, i've seen it on interviews!” Izuku babbled excitedly, quickly scooping up the messenger bag into his arms when Katsuki offered it to him.

“The very one” Bakugo smiled proudly, adoring the way the nerd vibrated with excitement.

“How?!”

“One of my clients, she worked on the film but wasn't actually that big of an All Might fan herself, so she gave it to me. I tried to tell her no, I don't exactly like taking extravagant gifts from clients… but honestly how could I say no. I own the exact same model bag that All Might owns, couldn’t turn that opportunity down”. Katsuki grabbed the bag back from Izuku's outstretched hand, before quickly swinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing Izuku's hand with his own.

They walked in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes, Katsukis hand keeping Izukus warm as they made there way through the quiet dusky streets. Bakugo stopped the two of the outside a higher-end apartment complex. One of those modern ones you see on a beach front, except this one was tucked amongst other older buildings, standing out slightly on the landscape.

“This is it” Katsuki said as he scanned a card on a reader next to the large front door, the door clicking open. They strolled through a bright modern reception area before stepping into a equally up-class elevator.

Izuku wasn't poor per say, but he was a university student working part time at a local cafe, he lived with 3 roommates (one of whom being Mina) in a small student house. This level of luxury wasn't exactly what he was used to.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, whose eyes were already on him, he opened his mouth to compliment Katsukis apartment building but froze when Katsukis hand softly cupped his cheek.

“Sorry Deku… I just.” Katsuki paused, his cheeks going a deep red for the first time in the evening. For the first time Katsuki looked like the nervous one, his free hand fiddled mindlessly with the hem of his shirt.

“Been waiting until I got you alone but…can I kiss you?”

Izuku felt his breath catch in his throat and not trusting his voice, he just nodded.

Katsuki smiled, before leaning in and kissing the green haired boy softly, one hand gingerly holding his face, and the other gliding up to rest against his lower back. He tugged the smaller boy flush against his chest as he kept kissing him, Izuku's arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He clung to the blond as he felt himself be lead backwards out of the elevator, lips never leaving each other's as they stumbled out into the hallway.

A slow growl rumbled in the back of Katsukis throat as his hand slipped lower, grabbing a handful of Izuku's ass and squeezing it possessively, earning him a whiny moan against his lips. His tongue danced across Izukus bottom lip as he attempted to deepen the kiss; but to his immense displeasure, Izuku pulled back.

Katsuki cocked his eyebrow, silently asking if he'd maybe gone to far to fast. Izuku looked wrecked, his entire face and neck was red and he panted softly, his lips wet with spit.

“Sorry was that too mu-”

“Kacchan, you can do whatever you want to me, as soon as we're out of the hallway.”

Katsuki let out a low chuckle as he grabbed Izuku's hand and dragged him towards the door at the left of the hallway, quickly scanning his key card with his free hand and throwing the two of them through the threshold, slamming the door behind him. Izuku took the opportunity to look around the apartment. It was big, sweeping floor to ceiling windows covered one side of the open modern living room; stairs jutting out of the white walls lead up to the second story.

“Wow…” Izuku mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

“Nerd, I'll give you a full tour whenever you want but if I don't get my hands on you. I'm going to explode.” Katsuki said from behind him, his muscular arms once again wrapping around his torso.

“Promise?”

“Promise”

Izuku smiled, turning around in the taller boy's arms and kissing him quickly again. Katsuki let out a moan of satisfaction as he quickly slipped his tongue between Izukus lips. The green haired boy tilted his head, allowing Bakugos tongue to swipe deeper against his own. His head was swimming, this was uncharted territory.

Izuku was no blushing virgin, he's kissed and slept with guys before but nothing like this. Every brush of Katsukis hand against his body sent his brain spinning, he wanted the taller man to devour him. Thankfully, Katsuki seemed to want the exact same thing.

He let out a noise of surprise as Katsukis hands gripped his thighs and lifted him up, Izuku quickly wrapping his legs around Bakugos waist, so as to not fall.

“Kacchan!”

“Hold on tight ‘zuku” Murmured Katsuki as he started towards a room further into the apartment. Izuku settled his head against the crook of Katsuki's neck, kissing gently against his neck, earning him some appreciative hums from the man carrying him. Katsuki pushed the door at the end of the apartment open with his hip and carried the boy in.

[ranger-kellyn]

just feel like sharing a chunk of my s/v fic's outline 😇

something something juliana's first night at the academy

-- -- --

Later, as she’s finally settled into her room, she looks at Ogerpon’s poké ball, and then decides to go for it.  She sends a text to Nemona, and starts to go withdraw her old team from Kitakami.  

“Want another battle?” 

Within seconds, Nemona responds, “ABSOLUTELY!!!” 

She smiles, heart racing as she pulls her pokemon out.  

“Bring your other pokémon.  Got a surprise!” 

She goes back and forth on the phrasing awhile, but settles for surprise.  

“jajaja you sure youre ready for that?” she taunts back. 

“Won’t know unless we battle!” 

“That’s the spirit! Meet me in the lobby! I’ll take us to the courtyard!” 

And so they have a good battle

Juliana: Meinfoo 36, Mamoswine 37, Leavanny 36, Staraptor 36, Luxray 36, and Ogerpon 33

Nemona: Tauros, Oinkologne, Arboliva, Garnacle, Kilowattrel, and Palafin

Palafin gets a lot of good hits on her team, and it’s generally in Nemona’s favor

Leavanny and Ogerpon are her final two, and they pack the biggest punches 

Ogerpon will lose, but Nemona is going to be super impressed by her. 

Being out in the courtyard, this is also where Arven and Penny both get the idea to recruit Juliana for their projects during the Treasure Hunt. 

Sitting on separate ends, they both observe the battle, and just…know…Juliana has to be the one to help.  She can’t have a pokémon like Ogerpon without some real skill behind her.  

Nemona while healing up all their pokémon, she’s gushing over how great Juliana and her team did, and then asks about Ogerpon. 

“I’ve never seen a pokemon like it before!” 

“She’s one of a kind!” Juliana says, and gives her a very brief overview of what happened in Kitakami, and tells her about all the pokémon she caught while there.  

“Oh man, I really gotta get some tips from you! I thought you were really good at catching pokémon on the way here. You’ll have to talk to our homeroom teacher, Mr. Jacq! He made the pokédex app we all use. I bet he can even get all the old data off your old pokédex so you’ll be caught up.” 

“You think so?”

“Should be!” 

They talk, Nemona asking her about the team, and why she likes catching pokémon, why she joined the pokédex club back at her old academy. 

She admits it was just one of the only things her brother never did while in school, so it was the one thing her parents couldn’t measure her against. 

At first she’s worried she’s shared too much, but then Nemona sighs in a knowing way. 

“Oh, man– I know all about that,” she says.  “My older sister Cordia– anything I can do, she’s done it faster and better than me– except battling…which! Don’t get me wrong, I love pokémon battles–!” 

“Couldn't tell,” Juliana jabs, making her laugh. 

Nemona then invites her to go out for a treat to celebrate the battle.  Juliana isn’t hard to convince, excited to try something from Paldea. 

Juliana is worried she’ll look like a loser for just wanting a proper churro and chocolate 

Nemona laughs it off, excitedly pulling her along.  “You think I’m gonna say no to a churro? You’re crazy!” 

“I just don’t wanna be lame–” 

“If we were in Kalos I’d want a real macaron and a real croissant! It’s popular for a reason!” 

And so she takes her to one of her favorite places, a simple little stand, and so they go sit along one of the walls together, and Juliana is in absolute heaven. 

They share the hot chocolate

While sitting and talking, Nemona seems to shiver, surprising Juliana– it’s certainly not cold 

“Sorry– just– it was like a happy chill,” she starts to explain.  “I’m just really happy you’re here.” 

She says it so plainly, it catches Juliana off guard. 

“I just think it’s going to be so much fun having you in class, and getting to battle, and!!” She’s excited.  “I hope one day you’ll be strong enough to take me on at full strength!” 

She smiles back, feeling her heart racing.  Excited from the idea that clearly Nemona wants to be friends, she wasn’t just being nice earlier– 

“Me too!”