#i alr know what to study next

[einsatzzz]

Night Crow Princess (夜烏姫君, Yogarasu himegimi)

[dovveri]

in my head

synopsis: you're paired with your crush and resident popular girl on campus for a project for the rest of semester

warnings: maybe a swear word or two

w/c: 5.5k

a/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REQ IM SORRY TO THAT ANON who requested this and also sorry it took me so long to get around to this i just couldn't think of anything to write bcs i alr did the nerd momo x popular reader fic and i fear this trope is too overdone for sana so... there is nothing rly original here LOL i stroogled i lwk wish i did not fill this req bcs i hate this fic HAHHA i gotta learn to say no ><

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“alright class, pair projects for this semester will be randomly assigned.”

there are collective groans from around the room but you only pray that you get a partner who knows what they're doing. you didn't really have a problem doing group assignments all on your own, it was better quality that way anyway, but it'd be nice if someone else could contribute a little every once in a while.

"check your emails for who your partner is. please get acquainted and exchange contact details before next week."

everyone quickly pulls out their phones, laptops, or whatever device they use during class, you follow along, logging in and scrolling to find the correct email.

minatozaki sana.

before you can even conjure up the thought oh shit she's skipping up to your table with a bright smile.

"hi! y/n?"

you sputter, unable to look at her, choosing to fiddle with your screen and panic scroll through random weather predictions and calculator apps. yes, plural, apps.

she's hard to ignore though, bending down and tilting her head so you're forced to look at her. when she catches your eyes she smiles again, "we're working together on the project this semester."

"u-uh y-yeah i s-saw."

"mhmm. wanna exchange numbers now?"

"oh! right yes of course sorry." you fumble, handing your phone to sana. she giggles, taking it from your hand and replacing it with her phone.

"cute background."

"oh that's- i'm not-"

"it's okay y/n. i'm a closet glee fan too." she winks at you, handing back your phone with exceptional speed.

you curse under your breath, quickly typing your number in and handing her phone back, thinking about the brittana wallpaper you have set on your homescreen. why did you have to be such a nerd?

"thanks! i'll text you later and we can meet up sometime this week to talk about the project?"

"y-yep. that sounds g-good."

she smiles that bright, blinding smile again, turning with a flourish and skipping over to her friends.

you were so fucked.

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minatozaki sana was the most popular girl on campus. captain of the cheerleading team, notorious for her ditzy charm and line of admirers. girls like that weren't exactly the type to be top of the class or put much effort into their studies. they were already guaranteed shoo-ins at major marketing or HR firms that liked pretty faces to hike in business, if they weren't already signed to modelling or acting gigs that was.

it also didn't help that you were at the wee end of her long, long line of admirers. you hadn't intended to fall for her. you knew it was completely unrealistic, you'd bet she didn't even know your first name until she got paired with you. so you knew what you were getting into when you first started paying a little more attention to her in class, noticing small things about her like the way she'd scrunch her nose when she was confused or didn't know how to do a question, or the way every time she'd get even remotely excited her left foot would start tapping, like a puppy wagging it's tail when it gets excited. you couldn't help but notice these things and who could you blame? it was minatozaki sana, you certainly weren't the first to fall for her charms, just definitely the most unlikely to actually end up with her.

so it was fine that you were paired up. totally fine. you didn't mind putting in the extra academic work if it meant you didn't have to speak to sana or even mildly interact with her. you were fine doing everything on your own so that she, or god forbid, any of her popular clique would never be able find out about your embarrassingly impossible crush for sana.

santana💜: hi! is this y/n?

you blink down at your phone. this was not who you thought it was. there was no way.

y/n: who's this?

santana💜: im sana! i named myself santana in ur phone bcs of ur brittana wallpaper ;) yk... ur brittany bcs ur a secret genius and im santana bcs... well our names are kinda similar!

y/n: oh... haha right. yeah this is y/n

santana💜: would u be free to come over tmr? to get a headstart on the assignment? or i can go over to urs instead if u want :)

y/n: oh it's fine sana u don't have to pretend to do anything. idm doing the whole thing and submitting for both of us i won't tell the teacher dw

santana💜: what?! who do u think i am y/n?! im not just going to let u do the whole thing on ur own! come to mine 8pm tmr ok? i'll text u the address later

you stare down at your phone. okay so that plan wasn't going to work. you could be cool though. this would be fine. totally fine.

y/n: ok

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you knock on the door of the address sana gave you after her cheer practice. you had spent the past day overthinking exactly what was going to happen, whether or not sana really did want to contribute or if she was still just doing this for show. or if something even more sinister was planned, probably not by sana, but you'd seen some of the people she hung out with, you wouldn't put it past them to go back to their high school bully ways and pull a prank on a nerd like you, even at their adult age.

but when sana opens the door with a beam, her smile is bright and seems devoid of any hidden intentions. you honestly feel a little bad that you had doubted her when she's looking at you like that. but you remind yourself that sana was just that sweet of a person, she looked at everyone like that, you weren't special.

you cough awkwardly, offering a polite smile and stepping in.

"my housemates are out tonight so we have the whole place to ourselves."

"oh cool."

"do you want anything to drink?"

"just water would be great thanks."

"you can go ahead to my room. it's the second door on the right. the bathroom's right opposite it as well if you need to go or anything. i'll be with you in a sec." she smiles at you again, going off towards the kitchen to prepare some snacks and your water.

you tentatively step further into her home, feeling very out of place, but also curious at the pictures and trinkets everywhere, your first glance into sana’s real life.

you follow her directions, walking towards her room and stepping inside, not really surprised at the pink-tone hues that greet you.

sana’s room is cute. she has polaroids and film prints of her and various friends and family hung up next to her bed, a pinboard with small reminders decorated with stickers and more pictures, posters stuck up with and fairy lights strung across various surfaces.

“sorry it’s kinda messy. i haven’t cleaned in a little.”

you turn at the sound of her voice, suddenly finding her much less intimidating in her pink fluffy slippers, suddenly she just seemed like another girl, not the person on the pedestal that you, and most of the campus put her up to be.

you smile, genuinely this time albeit still a little awkward, “it’s fine. i don’t think it’s messy at all, i like it, it’s cute.”

“really? you don’t think it’s childish or anything?” sana pouts slightly as she settles a tray of snacks and water on the table next to her bed and then sits down, shuffling the various amount of japanese plush toys around.

“not at all.”

she grins then, gesturing for you to sit.

you follow suit, crossing your legs and sitting on the floor, taking out your laptop and papers from class. “so have you had a chance to read over the assignment brief yet? it’s okay if you haven’t, i was honestly surprised you asked to meet up so early, technically the only assignment for this week was to exchange contact details.”

sana slides down so she’s on the floor next to you, knees touching, you don’t see it because you’re focused on the fact that your skin was now touching and she was close enough for you to smell her designer perfume, but she pouts before speaking, “do you seriously think i’m just some slacker y/n? i asked to meet up because i wanted to get this assignment out of the way while it’s still early in the semester. before things get busy and we both get swamped with our other classes.”

“o-oh right i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to… well yeah anyway... so i was thinking-"

"you totally thought i was a slacker didn't you?" you can't ignore her when she peeks around to eye you.

"i- well-"

"it's okay. most people think we're all just bandwagoners and yeah i admit i know some of the people i may be... affiliated with are those types of people, but i'm here because i wanted an education and i'm serious about it. so don't try and do all the work on your own okay? we'll split it evenly."

you're more than embarrassed now. you had boxed sana into a stereotype that she was obviously aware of and actively against. “right i’m so sorry oh my god- i didn’t mean to- i-“

she laughs then, hitting your shoulder playfully, your skin burns at the contact, “it’s okay y/n! you’re adorable. thanks for wanting to do everything at first but i can handle my own and i won’t let you down!”

you blush, looking back down to your papers but comprehending none of the words on it. "right. i'm sorry again... and thank you." you manage to mumble out.

sana giggles internally, finding you very cute. and she loved cute things as evidenced all over her room.

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the following weeks you start spending a lot more time at sana's place, to the point where you've met all her roommates and their partners, and it doesn't feel weird for them to see you around the house. it was a pretty rigorous assignment and it involved a lot of hands-on research and time dedicated to it.

you're still complete strangers at school though, sana was still the popular it girl, always surrounded by groups of people, while you were the nerdy nobody.

so it definitely comes as a shock when sana slides into the seat across from you while you're eating your lunch peacefully alone in the cafeteria, mindlessly scrolling through tiktok.

your eyes almost bulge out of your head when you look up and see her bright smile, scrambling to make space for her and take your airpods out, almost knocking your juice popper off the side of the table in the panic.

"s-sana! what are you doing here?!" you're pulling the straps of your bag towards you so it's no longer occupying the table space opposite you, that obviously meant that spot was occupied, a cue sana chose to cheerily ignore.

"just saw you eating alone and wanted to join you!"

"o-oh. you don't have friends waiting for you?"

she shrugs, plucking a fry off your plate, "not really."

you shrink into your seat as you feel the eyes of the cafeteria land on you and sana, whispering and pointing at you. you’ve never wished more for the floor to swallow you up than in this moment.

“so i was thinking-“

“sana! what are you doing here?”

oh no. you did not need any more attention on you right now. least of all from park jihyo, student council president, and kim dahyun, student council treasurer, both of whom were on the same level of popularity as sana with just as many admirers.

jihyo slides in right next to you while talking across to sana, dahyun happily greeting sana and sliding in next to her with her lunch tray.

“jihyo! dahyunnie! i thought you both had a student council meeting right now?”

“got postponed. our secretary fell sick and we can’t proceed without her so we just decided to wait until she got better.”

they fall into easy conversation while you shrink even further into yourself, squeezing your arms into your sides so you’re not made known to the other two who still haven’t acknowledged your presence.

“ugh practice was such a drag today.” yoo jeongyeon slides in next to you, still in her lacrosse uniform, throwing an arm over your shoulders without seeming to realise who you were. you flinch at the action.

this was so not happening to you right now.

hirai momo slides in next to sana, eyes trained only on her tray as she mumbles a greeting with her mouth full with food already.

oh good lord what did you do to deserve this?

at least you’d met momo before since she was one of sana’s roommates but she still only really knew you as ‘sana’s project partner’. the others you’ve only seen from afar, and until now you were half-convinced they weren’t really real, too far up the social ladder to ever be associated with the likes of you. jeongyeon was the star lacrosse player and team captain of your school, which was renowned for it’s lacrosse team. hirai momo was apparently roped into playing lacrosse but really excelled in the world of dance. apparently she’d already had experience touring as backup dancers for major hit singers.

jihyo wrinkles her nose, speaking over you to jeongyeon, “yoo jeongyeon you stink. didn’t we allocate an extra $3000 to shower renovations last year? we did not do that so you could continue to sweat all over me.”

jeongyeon sticks her tongue out at jihyo, “i was hungry. besides i’m not sweating all over you. and you don’t mind do you- wait- who are you?”

your eyes widen when you realise jeongyeon’s now addressing you, and then suddenly the entire table’s eyes are on you.

you feel your face going bright red, coughing awkwardly and staring down at your plate of food. “u-um-“

“this is y/n! she’s my friend!”

you look up to see sana beaming at you.

“oh… how do you guys know each other?”

“we were paired together for that pair project i was talking about- you know for my class about sustainable engineering? momoring knows!”

momo grunts in acknowledgement, offering you a fleeting smile before returning back to her food, not entirely interested with this conversation.

“wait- how does momo know her and i don’t? momo spends all of her time in the dance studio, and if she’s not she’s only ever focused on food!”

“maybe you should be a better student council president and know all your students then hyo.”

im nayeon, co-head cheerleader along with sana, her title alone demonstrating her popularity status, teases jihyo with a grin, standing at the end of the table in her cheer uniform, commanding all attention from anyone who wasn’t already watching your table in curiosity.

“oh shut up nayeon.” but jihyo quickly turns to face you, offering a hand and a bright smile, “hi y/n! it’s nice to meet you! i hope we haven’t been giving you too much trouble.”

you quickly shake your head, taking her hand gingerly, surprised at the strong grip she has.

“momoring and nayeonnie have already met y/n because she’s been over at ours a lot to work on the project together.” sana perks up again, and then looks at you again, not that her eyes have really left you but you didn’t know that, “sorry for all this by the way. my friends are obviously people blind.”

“speak for yourself sana. the amount of times you’ve called out the wrong name in bed-“

sana flushes bright red, shooting up and slapping a hand over nayeon’s mouth while the others crack up in laughter.

"ignore her y/n. she doesn't mean that."

sana smiles through her teeth while nayeon makes muffled sounds of disagreement, and honestly it is a little funny so you can't help but laugh alongside them.

in the end, you don't mind too much that sana's friends invaded your lunch time. they were a lot less intimidating than you had thought they would be, similar to how you had judged sana prior to actually spending any time with her. it was still awkward to feel the eyes of jealous onlookers but sana stealing food off your plate every few minutes and making sure you were included in the conversation was enough to make you feel welcome and ignore those looks.

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"y/n! i got those projections we were talking about last week." sana bounds up to you outside your lecture hall.

"sana? how did you even know i had class at this time?"

"i asked around." she shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal for her to actively be looking for you and for her to know your schedule, "here- what do you think?" she hands over a few documents and you shuffle to the side so students can continue moving in and out. that also meant you were basically boxing yourself into the small corner next to the door with sana blocking your way out. you can feel a few weird glances look your way, wondering how you of all people knew one of the most popular girls on campus.

"it looks good sana."

"great! are we still on for tomorrow night? coach put nayeon and i in charge of practice this week but i may have bribed nayeon into running it herself so we can spend some more time on the project without her nosy self at home."

you nod, handing back her papers, "yeah, i'll be over around 6?"

"sounds good! see you then!" and then she's kissing your cheek and flying off before you can react, your hand coming up to touch where she had pecked you seconds after she's gone.

"-don't know what she sees in them."

"right- you think y/n's paying sana or something?"

"no way sana would do that though. i bet she's just using y/n for help with study or whatever."

"nah i've seen sana's marks, she doesn't need the extra help. maybe she's just toying with y/n. could be a dare or maybe she just has a nerd kink, or wants to try it out once and drop her."

"oh true hahaha i'd almost feel bad for y/n but it is pretty funny watching her prance around sana like she has a chance."

the sounds of laughter drift down the hallway as you stay rooted to the spot, completely invisible to the rest of the student body.

were they right? was sana just pulling you along? fuck you were so stupid. of course she knew you had a crush on her. everyone had a crush on her. you thought you knew sana but now you were starting to doubt your perceptions of her all over again. ugh you couldn't do this. you felt so embarrassed thinking about the amount of time you've spent with sana. all that for her to just be stringing you along, maybe even laughing behind your back with all her friends, you were so stupid for thinking you'd ever move out of your miserable social status. you were at the bottom of the social hierarchy, and she was at the top, it would always be that way, and people at the top don't want anything to do with people at the bottom unless it's for their own benefit or entertainment. sana was not an exception.

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santana💜: hey u still coming over? i maaaay have tried to cook dinner for us both even tho momo always warns me not to step foot in the kitchen and ig she was right this time... so i'll order takeaway? thai food okay?

santana💜: everything okay? sorry if thai food wasnt ur style >< i can order sth else instead but the foods getting cold :((

santana💜: im guessing ur not coming :( hope everythings okay w u!! ill see u at school soon 🥺

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you’ve been trying your best to avoid sana ever since you overheard what those people thought of your relationship with her. it was difficult when she would send you daily texts asking where you were and how you’ve been, even i miss you texts with the little sad face emoticon that had your fingers aching to text her back but you resisted. this was for the best.

but of course as soon as you started avoiding her you also started seeing her around campus a lot more than you used to. she’d pop up everywhere you were, at the library, in the hallways, on the fields, you’d always manage to shy away from her gaze but you don’t think she was doing this on purpose. maybe it was just the fact that because you were avoiding her, you were a lot more noticeable of her presence.

it was hard to keep this up though, especially when the time of the week came that you shared the class you had been assigned project partners in. you had seriously considered faking sick when you woke up in the morning, thinking she could manage class on her own and you’d just email her your parts of the assignment or something. but you got out of bed reluctantly and trudged to class, coming up with as many excuses as possible for having not responded to any of her messages and ditching your last meetup.

you sigh in relief when you walk into class and see that people are still milling about, slowly trickling in, and sana’s seat is still empty. you slink to the back of the classroom, pulling your hood up and turning on your laptop to tap mindlessly at the keyboard, hiding your face behind the screen.

you can hear when the class starts filling up, sliding down further in your chair and avoiding eye contact with everyone.

you can also hear the moment sana walks in, flanked by her friends with that high-pitched laugh and sunshine energy, the class suddenly seems twice as bright as it was. god you missed her. and that was pathetic of you! she didn’t even care about you! you stay resolute in your avoidance, only allowing yourself a second to bask in her voice before closing yourself off again from the outside world.

it’s only when the teacher walks in and starts reading the roll, that you have to squeak out a small ‘here’ when they read out your name. you avoid her gaze when you speak up but you can see in the corner of your eye, sana whips her head around and stares at you with wide eyes, her mouth open in surprise. you shrink back down but she continues to stare at you for a few more seconds before frowning and facing back forward when her name is called out.

you spend the rest of class hiding behind the screen of your laptop, formulating a plan on the fastest way to get out of class once it's over so you don't have to talk to sana.

unfortunately, the teacher seems to have taken notice of your lack of participation, when usually you're the only one in the class who is able to answer their questions, or even mildly paying attention, so you're pulled back when you try to escape, the rest of the class chattering excitedly while leaving class.

"what's wrong y/n?"

"nothing. sorry, just not feeling the best today."

the teacher eyes you, "is the pair project going alright? you didn't sit with sana today."

you gulp, "it's fine."

"are you sure? if sana's making you do all the work you'll tell me won't you?"

your eyes widen, "no! no sana's a sweetheart she-" you catch yourself, sana wouldn't really be a sweetheart if she was playing with you would she? "she's been great, she's contributing and pulling all of her own weight and more. to be honest... i'm probably the one who's not doing my part right now..."

the teacher hums, "alright y/n. let me know if there's anything i can do for you. go home and rest."

you nod, adjusting the straps of your backpack and trudging outside.

only to find sana waiting outside the classroom with her arms crossed, tapping her foot in the way she does when she gets annoyed.

as soon as your outside she doesn't spare you a second glance, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the closest empty classroom and closing the door behind the both of you, standing against it so you have no way of escaping.

"wh- sana! sana what are you doing? i have class!"

"no you don't. the only class you have on wednesdays is the one we share. after that you normally go home or to the library before getting dinner outside."

"what- how do you- have you been stalking me?"

she frowns, "have you been avoiding me?"

"i- what makes you think that?"

"you didn't come last week. and you haven't been answering any of my messages. and i'm not stalking you i just thought we were friends and i like to know my friends' schedules, so when you didn't turn up to any of your usual study spots...i got worried. i thought you were sick or something. but then i saw you at the dessert shop outside the council centre where i volunteer and you didn't look sick at all. in fact, as soon as you saw me you were healthy enough to run off."

you gulp nervously, stepping back, only for sana to step forward. your eyes flit around, looking for any possible exit or distraction, anything would be better than confronting sana right now.

"i just- um- i-"

sana pouts, "did i do something? you'd tell me if i did right?"

"no! you didn't do anything. i just- um-"

she raises an eyebrow. you fiddle with your fingers, unable to look her in the eye.

"w-what do you want with me?"

sana doesn't seem to expect this answer. "what do you mean?"

you sigh in frustration, running a hand through your hair, "it doesn't make sense. why would you want to be friends with me? you're popular and smart and beautiful and you don't hang out with people like me."

"is that what this is about?"

"no- well- yes- i overheard the other day, some people talking about how you were only using me or that you didn't have good intentions with me and i just- i didn't know what to do."

"and what do you think?"

you look up at her then, her gaze is steely, there's no hint of her usual smile. "w-what?"

"is that what you think of me? that that's the kind of person i am? that i'd do that to someone?"

you're taken aback, "i- n-no! i-"

"then why did you listen to them? you're not stupid y/n i know you can form your own opinions on people. you're not like the others, or at least i thought you weren't. i didn't think you'd judge people off of what you've heard about them, i thought we were friends y/n."

"i didn't i- we are- i just-"

you take another step back, needing to create distance between the two of you, needing to think without sana's presence making your head all muddy. but with each step back you take, sana takes one forward.

"was there something else? were you looking for a reason to avoid me?"

another step back, another step forward.

"no! i- i didn't-"

"tell me the truth? please?" you're backed into the wall, nowhere left to go, and sana only steps closer. you can feel your heart rate picking up at her proximity, she's looking up at you, puppy eyes and a pout on her lips, you were so weak.

"n-no i don't- there's nothing else-"

"hmm." she's so close you can see the way her eyelashes flutter when she blinks, can feel her breath on your lips.

you can feel how hot your cheeks are, sweat collecting in your clenched fists. she's studying you, eyes flicking over your face, when your tongue pokes out to wet your lips, purely out of habit and stress, her eyes dart down and watch the movement, snapping back up to your eyes once you were done.

and then suddenly, she blinks and there's a change in the atmosphere. there's a curl of her lips, her eyes conveying something you can't quite decipher.

"do you... like me y/n?"

you blush impossibly brighter, "i-i- well- i-"

then her lips are on yours, just the barest brush of her skin against yours, like a sigh against your lips, but when she pulls away, she doesn't go far, her lips still hovering over yours, looking up at you through her eyelashes.

"it's okay if you do."

you're completely dumbstruck, hand twitching, wanting to reach up and feel your lips, to see if this was really happening.

"because i'd be lying if i said i didn't find you attractive."

your mind goes blank, struggling to catch up. "w-what?"

"i don't kiss just anyone. nayeon may have made that comment about how many people i bring home but none of them compare to you. you're different. you don't want me just because i'm pretty and easy."

"i- i-"

she leans in, pecking you softly again, before leaning back fully to give you space, turning on her heel. "think about it y/n. once you have an answer, stop avoiding me. you know where to find me." and then she's stepping outside the classroom, and you feel like you can finally breathe again, letting your brain catch up to what your body just experienced.

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it takes you a few days to fully come to your senses.

sana stops actively searching for you, but you still see her around campus, only she seems to have decided to give you space, not acknowledging you if you saw her in public or walked past her.

so sana obviously knew you liked her. it just didn't make sense that she could like you too. you took days trying to find any way this could've happened, tracing over every interaction you've had with her in your head over and over, trying to find any clues for her feelings towards you.

it crossed your mind briefly that this was another one of her possible ploys to embarrass you. but she was right when she confronted you, you didn't think she was that kind of person, and none of her actions or the time you've spent with her indicated that she was that kind of person, you needed to trust your own eyes and feelings, sana was being genuine.

it just baffled you how this was possibly genuine, how it was possible for sana to like someone like you. and the only way you'd be able to find out was to talk to her.

you inhale, standing outside sana's apartment. you knew momo had dance practice at this time and nayeon had told you she wouldn't be home because she was meeting up with some friends, so it would just be sana at home.

you knock tentatively, stepping back and collecting your thoughts.

it doesn't help though, because when the door opens, all comprehendible thoughts fly out of your mind, replaced with the mental energy required to memorise sana, her hair up in a messy bun, oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, large glasses on, looking like she just woke up from a nap.

sana's eyes brighten when they see you, leaning against her doorframe and raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"h-hi sana."

"hey yourself. what are you doing here?"

you take a deep breath. you had prepared for this. "why do you like me?" well that was not what you had prepared.

sana smiles amusedly, "i told you. i like that you see me for who i am rather than who i present myself to be. i think you're very cute, you get along well with my friends, you're incredibly smart, and even though you think a little too much over what other people say, we can work on that."

your eyes widen at her answer.

"it's simple y/n. do you want to be with me or not? don't overthink it. we can work out any issues that come up overtime."

"i..." you look down to your feet, blushing, then looking back up to her, "yes. i do want to be with you."

sana grins then, not missing a beat, swooping in and kissing you gently, tasting of berries and sunshine. when she breaks apart, finally welcoming you into her apartment, she teases, "i finished our project by the way. you owe me. but i'll accept kisses as payment."

you whine, finally letting yourself be free around her, no longer hesitating to do what you've wanted to this entire semester, bring her up into a kiss that hopefully makes up for the utter loser you've been in her presence.

[flippinpancakes64]

Could you write the Cullen's accidentally hurting their SO and how they would react?? (I alr know Jasper's is about to be so angsty lol)

The Cullens accidentally hurting their S/O

I've literally been rubbing my hands together like an evil villain waiting to do this request. I saw it in my inbox and had to hold myself back lol. And yes, I cannot resist the temptation to make Jasper suffer, so be prepared

Edit I got so carried away. If I had a word count on these it might be like 10k lol sorry not sorry

And thank you for this request! This was so much fun to write lol I hope you enjoy it!

Also quick note I might have channeled a bit too much inspiration from Saw or something cause I ended up getting a bit too into my descriptions of the injuries so

TW for graphic depictions of violence

Edward:

You really wanted to go to this concert

Edward knew that, so as a birthday gift he bought you two tickets

One for you and one for him of course

He drove you to the stadium, studying the songs he was going to be hearing later that night

He bought everything that you looked at

You basically had your own merch table

The night was going great

You both found your seats, you were happily eating some overpriced stadium food, and the show was about to start

When a guy stood directly in front of you

The bad part about floor seats is that there aren't seats

The guy was easily 6'6, towering above you even if you are taller

Reading your thoughts, Edward tapped the guy on the shoulder, asking him if he would kindly move or crouch or something

He just looked, rolled his eyes, and stared forward again

"Dude, my partner can't see the show. Please just move a little"

"Don't care. Not my problem."

Edward's getting pissed, and the guy can tell

"What, you wanna fucking fight? Square up rich boy."

"No I don't want to fight I just want you to move a little"

"Okay, then maybe your partner here will fight instead"

And the next thing you know, you see the guy's huge fist heading straight for your head

Before it can land, Edward's hand pushes on your chest, sending you back into the people behind you and ending with you flat on the ground

Your back aches from the impact, your neck torqued from where your head whipped, and your cheek stinging from landing on the side of your face

You feel Edward's chill hands on the sides of your face, and faintly you hear him ask something frantically

You groan in pain as you feel him pick you up, and finally succumb to sleep

You wake up in Carlisle's clinic, staring at the white ceiling

A cold hand is wrapped around yours, and when you turn your head, you're greeted with bright gold eyes

No words are exchanged for a moment before you clear your throat

"So... did you at least rock that guy's shit?"

He laughs and kisses you

Alice:

Alice was having a terrible week

She had been getting vision after vision, and none of them were true

Everything from a huge motor accident to what color shoes someone at school was going to wear

It was constant

She was running in circles, going somewhere, seeing a vision, turning around to go somewhere else, seeing a vision, turning again, and on and on

She was currently driving

Or more like swerving

All you needed were some damn glue sticks for a project you needed to do

But every time Alice decided on a new destination, a vision of a horrible catastrophe would enter her mind, and she would change her course

You had enough

"Alice! Enough of this! Just pull over and let me drive!"

"No! I need to know the safest route... ugh! Everywhere is dangerous!"

"Name one vision you've had in the past week that actually came true."

"Well I don't know if they would have come true or not because I didn't go to those places. And look! We are perfectly fine! Everyone is fine!"

"But I don't have all night, Alice! Just choose a fucking store and go there!"

"Fine."

And so she did. She chose the small supermarket right outside of town

She looked nervous as soon as she placed the car in park

But you ignored it and walked in

You walked through the aisles, looking for the one thing you came here for, when you hear Alice gasp behind you

In her mind, she sees you tripping and falling into a display of DVDs, cutting your arm on one of the metal frames holding them in place

And straight in your path is the DVD case

So naturally she tries to grab you

Only she doesn't grab you, she accidentally pushes

You don't fall in her vision, just like how you didn't fall in real life

She was the one who hurt you, pushed you

That was the problem

The reason why there was a horrible disaster everywhere she tried to go was because she was going to cause something one way or another

Only this is worse, because now it involves you

The DVDs scatter, and she hears your cry of pain as the sharp, crooked metal frame pierces the skin of your arm

She is by your side in a moment, scooping you up and not even bothering with the mess you both left behind

On the way home, you are trying to convince her that it's not that bad, but she is beside herself

After Carlisle's inspection, you get a couple of stitches in your right bicep, but other than that you're perfectly fine

And Alice doesn't leave your side

She is constantly fussing

Asking if you're okay, if you need anything, if you're mad at her, if you want to leave her, if you blame her

But after you go to sleep and she watches over your peaceful form, she convinces herself that you're alright

Jasper:

It was spring break and the Cullens decided to go to one of Carlisle's many tropical properties

It was the third day of the trip, everybody went to do their own things

Alice, Esme, and Rosalie went into town to go souvenir shopping

They dragged Emmett along to be their personal bag carrier

Edward and Bella were down at the private beach that came with the property, enjoying the sun and relaxing

That left you, Jasper, and Carlisle

The three of you were at the attached pool on the house

Carlisle was marinating in the hot tub, sunglasses on and a book in his hands

You and Jasper were in the pool doing anything and everything

Diving, jumping, swimming, racing (he always won), and messing with the pool toys

You had just climbed up the stairs to get out of the pool again, intending on showing Jasper your graceful canonball

But he noticed you were walking a bit too fast

He saw you trip, and like slow motion he sprang out of the water to save you

Only he didn't

His arms wrapped around your middle, saving you from a possible twisted ankle or scraped knee or bruised butt

But that didn't stop the back of your head from smacking onto the concrete

White hot pain erupted behind your eyes and knocked you out instantly

Your blood began to seep onto the wet floor beneath you, and he couldn't help himself

Carlisle heard everything and got up immediately

But he didn't get there in time to stop Jasper from wrapping his mouth around your throat and biting down

In a flash Carlisle threw Jasper up and off of you, rocketing him into the water, and scooped you up to run inside

You awoke some hours later, a throbbing in your head and a dull pain in your neck

The beep of a heart monitor was all you heard

Looking around, you were in the room you shared with Jasper, where just the night before you wrapped around his cold body and drifted to sleep

Only he was nowhere to be seen

Carlisle came to check on you, and he told you what happened

"Where is he? Where's Jasper?"

"... He... left."

"What do you mean he left?"

"He almost killed you. He would have killed you if I wasn't there. He feels terrible- no. Terrible isn't strong enough of a word."

It takes Emmett and Edward tracking him down and dragging him home for you to see him again

And even then he insists on Edward and Emmett holding his arms in case he were to try anything

He looks so broken

Muted red eyes, golden blonde hair shooting in every direction, the same swim trunks he had been wearing that day were covered in dirt and blood- presumably yours

And his face

He looked on the verge of tears, he would have been crying if he could

If the dry heaves coming from deep in his chest were any indication

He flinches when you take his face in your hands, trying to get away, not wanting to hurt you more

But when he kisses you, he remembers why he tries so hard to be good in the first place

Rosalie:

You had been asking Rosalie for WEEKS if she would pleeeeeeease take you hunting with her

And she had been turning you down for weeks

It's a very gross, animalistic process that she, quite frankly, doesn't want you to see

But she loves you

And she is only so strong

So after so many begs, pleads, and puppy dog eyes, she caves

She decides to make it a cute little weekend trip

Taking you to one of Carlisle's properties farther north into the snowy mountain region

You settle in to the spacious cabin and Rosalie makes sure you're all bundled up in luxurious furs and warm scarves before you both venture into the wilderness

She explains what she's doing step-by-step while she sniffs the air, searching for her prey

A wolf because she's part of the "Fuck Jacob" team

She sits you in a clearing and tells you to stay in place while she finds her wolf

You do, finding a snowy log and brushing it off to sit on

She ventures into the forest, eventually finding a suitable wolf and beginning her hunt

Chasing the wolf, being chased by the wolf, until she eventually leads it to your clearing

She knows you'll love the theatrics of seeing her kill it in live action

She chases the beast all the way until it's about to clear the tree line before she pounces

She can imagine herself from your point of view

Bright, shiny skin, flowing hair, posed in midair, and finally coming down gracefully upon her prize

Except she doesn't

The wolf takes a quick turn at the last moment, sending her flying straight into you

There's not much she can do while suspended in flight, and it happens too fast for you to recognize

In an instant her whole body slams into you at full force, knocking both of you onto the powdery ground below

The grunt of pain you let out is excruciating

She rolls off of you quickly, holding onto you, asking if you're okay, if you're hurt

You try to put on a brave face, but when you move your left arm in an attempt to prop yourself up, you find you can't move it

Broken. Completely snapped. And you scream

She paces in Carlisle's home clinic while he puts your cast on, worried out of her mind

But when Carlisle opens the door and she sees you sitting on the table with a goofy grin and a bright red cast, she can't help but relax

"You said red was your favorite color, right?"

And she just kisses you

Emmett:

You'd been dating Emmett for a while now, and had decided it was time for him to meet your family

And what better time and place for a first meeting than your nephew's fourth birthday party?

It was the middle of August, and the sun was hot

The icing was melting off of the cake as it sat on the food table

All of the adults were drinking margaritas and the kids had decided to play with the water balloons to cool off

Your uncle and Emmett were filling up the balloons as all of the kids at the party talked excitedly

You laughed as your nephew came up to you and asked you to be on his team for the fight

Of course you couldn't say no

And of course, to even the playing field, the other team got to have your human tank of a boyfriend

Very even

Emmett just smirked at you as your uncle assumed his place as the referee and commenced the battle

Pink, blue, green, yellow, and red balloons were flying like crazy

Small party hats were knocked off of even smaller heads

The giggles of 20 little kids rang loud in the air as water spurted all over the grassy lawn

And you took your chance to pelt your boyfriend as hard as you could

His light blue shirt was soaked, and his khaki shorts had a huge wet spot on the front

You were doubled over in laughter at the sight of your scary boyfriend covered in little pieces of rubber, with one particularly large piece hanging off of his ear

But he hadn't thrown any at you yet

"Come on, big guy! Don't be a wussy!"

"Oh you asked for it now!"

You saw him grab a little pink water balloon, it looking even smaller in his hand, and he threw it straight at your head

You briefly wonder if he filled his balloon with cement

The next thing you know you're laying in bed, an ice pack perched on your forehead

"Oh my god, you're awake. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to, you know how I get out of control sometimes. Not that that's an excuse! I'm just trying to explain-"

You cut him off with a finger to his lips

"Shush... .'m tired"

And so he just lets you sleep the rest of the night, his hand in yours the whole time

Esme:

Frankly, she doesn't know why you asked for her help

The Cullens had just moved into their newest house, and everything was set for the "kids" to join the local highschool the next day

You wanted a new look

"New place, new people, new me" you had said

She understood that much

But when you approached her one night with a box of hair bleach and a pleading look on your face, she was lost

Why her? Why not Alice or Rosalie? Or- and hear me out- a professional? They had the money

But you wanted to do it yourself. But not actually yourself For some reason you wanted Esme to do it

And even though she didn't understand, she still agreed

So that's how she found herself closely studying the instructions on the back of the little box telling her what to mix and where

"What's taking so long?"

"Hold on... ugh! This thing doesn't make any sense!"

"It's okay I'm sure it's super simple. I mean they give you all of the stuff. Just mix it all together and slap it on my head!"

Bad idea

She mixes everything together just like you asked, and plops a big lump of it onto the crown of your head

Instantly your hair starts smoking

You scream, asking her to take it off

And she tries, but it's not working

Carlisle to the rescue once more

She is so apologetic

She feels so bad that she hurt you so much

And at least you did get that new look you wanted

Shaved-to-the-skin bald

Carlisle:

He was feeling a bit cooped up

He loves his family, and he loves his life in the Americas, but sometimes he misses traveling and his old friends

So he decided to take you with him to Europe to see some old pals

Not the Volturi obviously

But some other acquaintances he hadn't seen for a while

You were a month into the three-month trip Carlisle had planned

You'd visited Italy, Greece, Spain, France, Britain, and were on your way to Germany

This next friend you were on your way to visit was a man named Friedrich Hans

Carlisle spoke passively about him, nothing positive or negative

He was one of the ones he hadn't been able to contact beforehand about visiting

He wasn't even sure if Friedrich was still alive, or if he even lived in Germany

He wasn't betting on either, but he still figured he would try a visit

The taxi pulled up in front of an unassuming house on a busy street in Berlin, painted a light grey with black paneling around the windows and doors

Carlisle opened your door for you, extending a hand to help you out

He walked with you to the door, rapping his knuckles against the solid wood

Instantly it creaked open and a voice inside whispered "Perfect" before a pale, veiny hand reached out and grabbed your arm

You yelled for it to let you go, begging Carlisle for some help

He grabbed you around the waist with one arm, using the other to try to pry the man's hand from your wrist

The opposing forces splintered on your bones and a sickening crack ran through your arm

Your hand fell limp and Carlisle was finally able to pry you away from the force in the house

"Ah... Carlisle... old friend"

"Old friend? You just tried to kill my S/O!"

"S/O... you always were a weird one Mr. Cullen... sincerest apologies... come in for chat?"

"No thank you, I believe we will be taking our leave now."

And with that he rushed you to the nearest hospital

He didn't have his medical equipment, so he just pretended to not know German so they wouldn't ask questions about how you broke your wrist

He cuts the trip short then and there

He sends letters to all of his friends that he wasn't able to visit, explaining that something urgent came up

He is so apologetic for the weeks afterward

He is convinced it was his fault even though it wasn't

He doesn't relax until your cast is off btw

Vampire! Bella:

Since she's so new to the vampire life, she doesn't know her own limits yet

She has hurt you a lot in the past

All accidents of course

Hugging you too hard, punching you playfully on the shoulder, telling you to catch something and literally lobbing it as hard as she can

She always feels terrible afterwards

But the worst was the time you took her bowling

It was 10 am on a Tuesday and there was no one at the bowling alley

Not even the competitive grandmas and grandpas in their bowling leagues

The only other person in the building was the bored looking cashier who wasn't even trying to hide that he was on his phone behind the counter

You both took your time to pick your balls, trying out all of the ones on the rack to see your best fits

You laced up your ugly shoes, input your names on the scoreboard screen and off you went

It was fun for the first couple of turns

Until the ball return does that stupid thing where it doesn't actually return your ball

It's your turn, and you're standing at the ball return tapping your foot restlessly waiting for it to show up

"You know, you can just use mine"

Bella stands up and grabs the ball she chose

The resin was a beautiful mix of black, purple, and pink with some reflective glitter sprinkled throughout

It's so gorgeous that you don't even check the weight

You hold out your hands to take it and it just drops straight through

And directly onto your foot

You let out a loud scream and try to move, but the ball won't roll off of your foot

Bella starts panicking, asking what she should do, scrambling around until eventually she picks up the ball and throws it onto the ground behind her

Maybe she forgot that the cashier was there, or maybe she didn't care, but she picked you up and started sprinting at full speed back to the Cullen house

She even left the car at the alley smh

On the verge of inconsolable

She is so frustrated that she can't learn to control herself

Doesn't leave your side tho

Note: Just for shits and gigs I timed how long this took me

Started at 12:01 am

Jasper done at 12:21 am

Edward done at 12:40 am

Alice done at 12:56 am

Rosalie done at 1:19 am

Emmett done at 1:33 am

Esme done at 1:44 am

Carlisle done at 2:03 am

Bella done at 2:16 am

Total time 2 hrs 15 mins

[littlelordfuckler0y]

Felix catton x reader Instagram au [part2] [part1]

yourusername proofreading my essay (he’s about to descend into madness)

fe1ix_catt0n There were some rough patches I’d say…

yourusername uh huh

yourfriend Exploiting English major friend perks 🙄

yourusername he offered alr

annabel_ he doesn’t even proofread his own essays lol

-

Felix sat in the library with legs crossed across y/n, these days he just happened to be in the library when y/n was. Just happened to be there to finish his reading assignment whilst she studied. He saw the frown on her face as she seemed to be stuck on something against the white light of her computer. They couldn’t group study as in help each other with assignments given their majors were entirely different but they had study sessions, finish their respective work together. “What’s wrong?” He asked, by now he was used to her patterns of difficulties, it was generally ‘thermodynamics’ and even though he didn’t understand it listening to her rant about it was somewhat cherished by him.

“This fuckass essay” she said with a sigh and deadpanned herself.

“Oh you’ve to write essays now?” Felix asked leaning forward in his seat given this was something he could help with.

“Not really, it’s just for the robotics seminar remember? There are supposed extra points if we submit an essay on how excited and emotional we are about partaking in it…” she trailed off as she stared at her screen “As if the model isn’t enough.”

“But you have been excited about this for months?” Felix mentioned tilting his head, “what’s the problem?”

“This essay, this is my third final rough draft and it’s so exhausting” she replied and slouched back on her seat crossing her arms.

“Let me help” Felix offered as she turned the computer to his side as he sat across her. Just going through the first paragraph his eyebrows knitted together trying to make coherent sense of it. Stem majors write the worst essay stereotype was now more than a stereotype to felix. “So” he paused going through it “You’ve just left gaps here with ‘something’ in the middle-what? What’s that for?”

“Oh yeah I’m supposed to put a fancy word there so it looks pretty.” She mentioned with a shrug.

“Just a fancy word? As in randomly?” He asked puzzled as he scrolled through her essay thoroughly and found she’d actually done that. Halfway through a sentence she’d added big words with some context.

“Not randomly no, just, put one in those places.”

“Oh-alright see the second body of the essay is well done, you’re talking about the system of your model and the workings of it, it sounds smart but isn’t the essay supposed to be about how you feel? I mean the assigned title is literally on it.” He explained “It doesn’t align with the main objective.”

“So what? I’ve written about my model which I’m entering IN the seminar.” She reasoned leaning back up on her seat as he shook his head and motioned his with his chin for her to come around the table and next to him.

“Yes but it barely covers the feelings aspect, which is what you have to write the essay on. It literally says that here” He said pointing to the middle portion of the screen where her essay was displayed as she stood beside him.

“I don’t read the small print” She said. Felix paused to look at her a are-you-serious look on his face and waited for her to catch on his disappointment “What?” She asked.

“Okay let’s see, you’ve just kept ‘something’ in quotes at places, which is fine for your first draft-”

“Draft?” She interrupted him with an obvious scoff “Oh no this is the final one. I don’t do drafts.”

“What? What do you mean you don’t do drafts?” He asked somewhat confused.

“I write then I proofread and cut, honestly I don’t know why you’re wasting so much time it’s just for extra” she shrugged so casually, felix felt like stem majors had an entirely different set of brain cells when it came to anything literary.

“This is going to take it a while.”

fel1x_catt0n Congratulations to Y/n and team! Great work guys ❤️

yourusername aweee thanks felix 🕺

fel1x_catt0n much deserved, angel

katie_ congrats

annabel_ did felix attend the nerd convention today? 😂

fel1x_catt0n it was very interesting despite your generalisation

farleigh_start Congrats girl!!

-

The whole science seminar was initially optional, even with such there was a lot of competition and a crowd. The crowd was mainly the college professors and seminar conductors and some juniors who had to volunteer for extra credits. However the crowd seemed huge from the stage minimising everyone into a small dot given the auditorium space was gigantic. After the prize distribution y/n and her team had gotten first place for their model. A big deal amongst a handful of people because not a lot of stem majors themselves cared about extra irrelevant to their portfolio projects. But well there were some. Y/n was very giddy, laughing amongst her team of three people as they walked down from the stage and through the auditorium amongst the crowd. They were then approached by the only student dressed in a full on tuxedo, not even a stem one. Felix.

“Felix?” Y/n blinked as she stopped in her tracks as she saw him approaching her direction with a giant bouquet of flowers and hugged her. She was confused and amused at the same time, she recalled telling him that the project was a big deal to her but she didn’t think he’d show up actually. “Woah you showed up?!” She asked giggling as he wrapped his arms around her even tighter and kissed the top of her head.

“Of course I did silly” he scoffed as he pulled away and handed her the flowers, “congrats smarty pants, all of you.” He spoke to her group as well with a victorious smile as he kept his arm around her shoulder.

“Thanks!” They said one after another, assuming Felix and y/n were perhaps a thinking. However the way Felix was dressed was rather funnier to them. They made their smell talk and went on about their way still snickering amongst themselves.

“Strange what was so funny…” he trailed off looking back at y/n as the rest of her team left.

“Your tuxedo” she replied with a small chuckle.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“The only set of people who’re wearing a tuxedo at this function are our professors, it’s just blazers I guess you’ve done out-dressed everyone” she jokes as she fixed the bow tie of his shirt and he playfully rolled his eyes at her.

“The invite seemed fancy, fancy attire for fancy invites isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?” He reasoned for himself.

“What invite?” Y/n questioned.

“The one on the function website” Felix replied.

Initially y/n had just forwarded the message she got from her group about the timings and venue as a vague invitation because zero art majors are interested in these events “what? We have a website?”

“Yeah. I looked it up” he answered with a shrug, he wanted to look just perfectly suitable for her event because it seemed to be a big deal for her, so he did his research despite failing miserably at fitting y/n found it to be a very heartwarming gesture.

“Wow? Such dedication…”

“Of course my love” he said with an obvious huff, hoping his hints would pass through her.

yourusername the one and only. tuxedo at da science centre.

yourfriend he was out there outshining professor john’s Maxwell theorem themed necktie🤗

yourusername LITERALLY?

teammate1 bow tie AND cufflinks…

fel1x_catt0n I see I’ve gained a reputation

teammate2 jokes apart you two are such a cute couple 💖

annabel_ LOL they’re not dating!!!!

yourusername yeah haha ^^

-

“are you serious?!” Y/n friend exclaimed as they spun around the flowers felix have in their hands. “He gave these? They’re bigger than our torsos man”

“Yeah…yeah…” y/n trailed off with a shrug trying to downplay it somewhat.

“AND he came in a tuxedo, AND he posted you…do you have zero situational awareness or what?” Her friend scoffed as they gently whacked the flowers on y/n’s forehead.

“Look, felix is a friend’s friend. He’s the most friendliest of them all. Stop trying to induce romanticism in me, he’s a great friend. Very outgoing, giving, sweet…that’s how he is.” She explained.

“You are most definitely blind are you not seeing these!” They pointed to the ever so gigantic bouquet of flowers, “helping you with your essay, bringing you snacks, wanting to hang out with you all the time-”

“That’s what we do too.” Y/n reasoned.

“Girl.” They took a deep breath. “I hate you and I never want to hang out with you.”

Y/n snickered falling back to her bed, “Yeah sure. I hate you too.”

“That’s not the point-we’re us and Felix is a completely new person in your life who’s doing all this for YOU.”

“Yada yada” Y/n said rolling her eyes at her friend as they once again whacked her with the flowers.

“You pull shit like this and that Annabelle will steal him from you. Dig your own grave.”

Y/n burst into a hearty laugh at that, “Steal felix? What are you on about we’re not a thing to begin with and Annabelle is his friend just like me.”

“YOURE NOT EVEN LISTENING TO ME” Her friend said with a sigh as they crossed their arms.

“BECAUSE YOURE NOT MAKING SENSE.” y/n said back with a high pitched tone, this was their normal between the best friends when one couldn’t get a point across, not just normal, civil even.

“OF COURSE IM NOT BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING BRAIN DEAD.” They said as they forcefully throw the flowers in her direction.

“YOU WANNA HAVE A GO AT ME OKAY.” she seethed and threw back a pillow, “Fucking come here” she said as the set of, almost grown ups, fought with one another in the most figurative sense with a pair of pillows aiming for most harm.

“Not my hair-not my hair you gangly uncoordinated bitc-” the wrestling match was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Followed by the familiar voice “everything alright in there?”

Felix.

“PAUSE.”

“-Pause.”

“What the fuck’s he doing here?” Y/n whisper yelled as her friend pushed her to go open the door, straightening her hair out hurriedly as she walked up there.

“GO.”

“Felix��Hi” y/n said as she caught her breath and smiled at him, despite of the disheveled state of her room.

“Hey…I was just passing by and I thought you were fighting-?” Felix asked with a soft smile as he leant on the doorframe of her dorm. It was as if he never needed an invitation.

“No we were just, er what is it we-we were” y/n looked back at her friend to jump in with an answer.

“Roomie wars.” Her friend shrugged off. “Ya know…where’s my candle, where’s my ramen from yesterday”

“Oh…” Felix trailed off with an understanding nods. “Yeah I get it.”

“Funny you were just passing by, through dorm hallways, when yours is—three buildings down isn’t it?” Her friend intervened with an accusatory chuckle receiving a disapproving look from y/n.

“Yes I was actually here for y/n.” Felix said, he would never be put in a situation where he’d get awkward, blatantly open and confident he didn’t truly care for implications if they were correct. “Do you have any lectures this evening.”

“No.” Her friend answered quickly before she could.

“Yeah no I don’t.” Y/n replied with a tight smile at her friend.

“Great then I’ll pick you up at 5 yeah?” Felix said.

“Wait-for what?”

“Anything.”

yourusername this man is drowning in pussy

fel1x_catt0n this is so foul

yourusername the cats wuv you

fel1x_catt0n yet your caption is that of a comedic genius

yourfriend I have no words

farleigh_start just not yours…

-

HIII I am sorry I don’t update regularly I promise I will now, I am going through a very difficult and traumatic time in my life it’s so so so hard to cope at the moment.

Any comments on this or opinions would help me a lot more than you think either ways if you’re here and read this thank you so much <3

[silentstyx]

request where Benny Weir gets set up on a blind date with the reader

"300 Awkward Blind Dates Later ~ (benny weir x fem!reader's version)

tw! idk cursing ig

i forgot abt my inbox's ngl also guys putting the same req in my inbox twice is not going to make me do it faster!! also ive alr had to delete some reqs too PLEASEEE read my rules befire requesting any songs

It was Rory's fault he was doing this. He complained ONE TIME like a week ago about being single and so Rory put him on a blind date?! When Rory had told the whole friend group about setting up a blind date tonight for Benny everyone laughed, except Benny of course.

It was way too last minute to cancel the date so he had to just suck it up and go on this date with someone he had no interest to know about. Great.

"Hey Rory, next time you set someone up on a date don't you think the people going on a date should know about it?" Benny says, with an annoyed tone, sarcastically.

Rory's eyebrows furrowed, "she knew about it, she's going on the date. So by your rules... it's fine!"

He then walked off before Benny could hit him. Ethan turned to look at him with an amused smile, so did Sarah and Erica.

"Well, we're gonna go to class. Have fun on your date tonight." Sarah said teasingly before the two girls walked off laughing.

Ethan just patted his shoulder, somewhat comfortingly but also so Benny wouldn't see him laugh.

He was sitting in class, not paying attention. Just thinking about tonight. Rory wasn't known for having the best type in woman for example: Debbie Dazzle. The evil fucking doll that was turning the entire student body, and part of their friend group, into dolls!

"Mr. Weir! Whats the answer?" The teacher yelled across the room.

He was awaken from his daydreaming, he looked at the bored and it was blank. Nothing. Shit.

"uh, France...?" Benny asked with his confused smile.

"that might be correct," the teacher begun, "if this were Social Studies, but Mr. Weir... this is Science! Care to share with the class what you were dreaming about that was so important you can't pay attention?"

The look the teacher had on his face of sarcasm and a smug annoying smile. But Benny just shook his head in response.

"Then pay attention to the lesson. If I have to get on to you again I'm writing you up." Then the teacher got right back to teaching the class.

He made it through the rest of the school day without thinking about the date, but when he was walking with Ethan home it is alll he could talk and think about.

"Why would Rory set me on a date and not tell me until that day! Who does that ya know? And it'd be too rude to cancel this last minute... wait... Rory never even told me where!" He ranted about this whole thing the whole walk home, Ethan not really being able to get a word in at all.

He went to his house, found somewhat nice clothes. Three buttons at the top sorta shirt, and jeans. It was different from the shirts he usually wears because it wasn't just vertical lines across the shirt with a bunch of colors. It was one to two color max kinda shirt. He even brushed his hair.

He called Rory and found out where this date was, and he took his grandma's car. His brain then started filling with all of the positives that could come out of this date.

What if you're smokin hot?

What if you've seen every star wars movie?

What if you were nice?

His mind was just filling up with "what if". He got to the Restaurant you two were meeting up at, not super romantic but not McDonald's kind of casual.

He spots a really gorgeous girl sitting by herself at a booth, that has to be you?

He walks over, "Hey are you here on a blind date? Set up by Rory?"

You nod at the man, "Yeah... I don't really know him that well he kind of just started telling me about his single friend..."

He laughs at that before adding on, "I didn't know we were going on a date until today. He also did not tell me your name?"

You smile at him before responding, "(Y/N), and you're... Benny right?"

He nods in reassurance.

You were both there for hours, laughing and chatting. Until the restaurant was starting to close. You had both had appetisers, main dish, milkshakes, and then more dessert.

They told you they were closing and you both realized how long you had been there.

"It's been really fun talking to you... could I get your number?" Benny asked you, with a nervous undertone in his voice.

You smile and nod your head in agreement, taking one of the napkins and a pen from the checkbook, writing your number down to talk to him more often. You hand the napkin to him, as he grabs the pen and checkbook out of your hands. He had gotten the money from his grandma before the date but you didn't have to know that obviously. He actually told her to give him more incase he wanted to buy a video game.

He wasn't expecting to stay long, just get mac 'n cheese and then decide you two won't work well together. But he didn't want the video game and the amount he brought perfectly covered the check with tip.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Benny asks after signing the checkbook and putting the cash on the table.

You looked at him with somewhat a shocked look, "oh, uh yeah if you don't mind. My dad said he was going to be a little bit late."

He heard the nervous chuckle at the end of that, and that is when he realised he fell for you. Hard.

[lovelykil]

ohhmggg YOU HXH FAN?2!3?2 im so happy i love hxh and im looking forward to any stuff youll post out!

im not sure if you’re allowing hxh requests as of right now since ur still deciding, so can i req NNN w/ stan, kyle, n kenny? but y/n keeps trying to make them fail and acts innocent :3

─Headcanons─

main 3 x reader older ver.

hc; trying to make the 3 fail nnn

cw; I think u alr know

note; HELPP why didn't I think of this?? omg. Also YESS I'm writing for hxh as of now :3 if you have any requests tell me if it's a killua one I might explode (good thing) I love lobelobelovelbvevvevwv him 😣🙏🏾 ⤵

Kyle─

I swear I feel like there's was an ep about this but I just don't remember..

anyway

I feel like Kyle wouldn't participate in such an activity because he's too busy with school and NOT pumping out white stuff from his genitals.

He thinks nnn is dumb 🤷🏾‍♀️

"if you think nnn is so dumb why don't you participate in it ky?"

"because I have far more important things to do."

"I think you're bluffing."

"bluffing? Please. I could easily pass it but there's no significant reason why I SHOULD participate in it."

Your brow rose with an amused grin.

"You think you can? Alright, let's test that."

"🧍‍♂️wha-"

He should've never spoken.

Attempt 1.

Desk.

sweat pearls drip down the sides of his face, his mouth hung open letting out weak, gentle noises into your ear, his eyes in daze as you suck on his bare pale skin.

You mark up his neck tracing down to breathe onto his collarbone making him shiver as he attempts to write.

He struggles to give in to your OBVIOUS teasing, he said he could pass this stupid challenge but..

this boy is such whore for hickeys. Your warm breath on his sweaty skin is driving him insane.

"y/n.. stop.. I'm serious.." He begs in a whisper, dropping his pencil to grip the sides of his chair.

You lean away with an innocent smile, having your arms around his neck.

"what?"

"you know what."

"I'm afraid I don't?" You picked at his hair. The ginger leaned away from your reach and shook his head.

"Off."

"huh"

"get off"

"why"

He sighs heavily, looking at you. You smile again, a mischievous one.

He picks up from his lap and sets you on his bed.

"I know what you're doing, and I'm not going to let you make me lose." Kyle leans down to your level, his eyes staring into yours. You bit your lip mischievously with a giggle, you leaned closer.

"You're so cute when you're serious."

He rolled his eyes in response and got up. You laughed watching him walk away back to his desk.

"You look adorable with those hickeys thoughhh"

"Shut up"

Once your laughing died out you sighed softly, watching him do his studies.

you're gonna lose broflovski mark my word.

Did he actually lose or were YOU bluffing?

🧍🏾‍♀️🤔

FIND OUT NEXT TIM-

jk there will be no next time

Kyle is pretty tough, he can hold his 'urges' I guess pretty well

So it took awhile for a second you were just gonna give up but if it weren't for his basketball game lost 😙

He got home and dragged you to his room, locked the door, laid you on the bed, and looked down.

"you win."

"I did?-" your face grew hot, surprised.

he inched down to your exposed neck and breathed. His pale, strong slender hands began to venture down your shirt.

You felt immense butterflies tackle your tummy, causing you squirm a little.

"You wanted this didn't you? Stop acting so scared." He whispered softly yet in such a sensual way that made your body get goosebumps.

"oh god."

Stan—

HELP why do I see him being so confused to what the hell you are doing kissing him all over and shi and he is just like

🧍‍♂️

"what tf are you doing"

tbh I don't see him failing because he does not care to participate like Kyle except he just doesn't wanna

I'm not saying this because I totally had no idea what the hell to put for him, nooo 👩🏾‍🦯

I'm sorry if I was a Stan girlie I would so know, but I love his bsf 🤗

nah but I'd say if you were going to make him fail do it while he's drunk.

He's vulnerable.

With your hands roaming around his chest, you on his lap and the intense eye contact with your grin he's bound to give in with all that alcohol in his system.

He just kinda forgets about the whole nnn thing not like he cared though.

"Soo you lose this month?" You leaned away from his lips. His drunken eyes left your lips and into yours. He graced his thumb along your wet lip.

"Lose what? The nnn thing? Sure whatever."

"Oh so I wi-"

"I said whatever, now c'mere I wanna fuck you to a deftones song."

"o-oh?"

😫😫.

Kenny—

DO I EVEN..

DO I EVEN NEED TOO-

SAY

ANYTHING?..

As SOON as you start to tease him to make him fail

He ALREADY FAILS

he actually failed on the 2nd day cause he thought of you while pleasuring himself on accident

He was trying to edge but he failed lmao

anyway

This man had no intention of really doing this challenge either 😭🙏🏾

Not because he didn't care, didn't wanna no.

Because he loves having sex

Why would he stop for a month? That's torture.

He gladly gives in to your teasing, actually teasing you back.

At first your rubbing yourself on him, bottom to crotch with no care type shi

Next thing you know he's rubbing his tip against your clothed throbbing cunt. Begging him to slide it in already.

"Oh but you wanna tease me, huh?" He smirks, rubbing your legs softly.

You whine, pleading some more until he gives in.

He was bound to lose anyway 👩🏾‍🦯

[allthecastlesonclouds]

yippee :) @starstruckodysseys sword af modern au be upon ye! ty preemptively letting me ramble :)

FIRST. CHARACTERS.

let's start with... Koda Amakiir :D

they/them

traveling musician

child star /neg : ran away when it got to be too much; planned to meet up with fayen in the next city and couldn’t find him

show was called Four Seasons

they are not living their best life but they do love what they do

vibes with delores immediately. bug is sweet but. a bit too enthusiastic for them

always carries the SMALLEST hope that at the next city, they’ll find him :) they haven't yet :)

alr next Delores Paradise

she/her

owns a trinket shop with a constant Everything Must Go sign

Went into a coma years ago and was legally considered dead for a while – when she woke up she was given her children’s contacts, but was told she would have to contact them herself. She has not yet

(she’s afraid of what their reactions might be)

the hospital was Mourosel's and that medical debt is. hefty

very very close to straight up Buying the building from her landlord bc he jacks up the price every year.

rents it out along with fernie– the second floor houses two bedrooms and a kitchen/dining room, the first floor (behind the shop) has two more bedrooms, a Very Small sitting area, and a bathroom

the shop doubles as a performance space– artists are allowed to rent out the space during the day if they want to, but in the evenings, esp the weekends, there's an open mic night that does in fact serve alcohol

Bug

he/they

somehow very few people know his last name!

delores should since she hands over the rent to the landlord but she was. not fully with it when she did let’s say.

i am saying she was drunk and/or busy flirting with the next door neighbor

24, graduate school– studying to be a surgeon.

goes to their school’s athletic center RELIGIOUSLY

watched koda’s show as a child (also religiously) and that made them want to be. as buff as possible

def had like. so many posters of Four Seasons. like plates and posters and a blanket and bug is trying to keep as much of this a secret from koda as possible

he's trans. bc i can make him. also middle child. parents did not realize he came out to them and so now bug's just uncomfortable during every interaction

some of their siblings are. bitches tho

something in my aus is that i will retcon as few things as possible from the actors but I CANNOT MAKE BUG A PODCAST GUY. PLS. PLS BUG'S MY GUY

and our last guy got a name change: Ashton "Fernie" Fern

he/him

fernie by his friends, furnace by his family

delores came up with the nickname when they got drunk together

park ranger! faerashi faerani is one of the park’s lawyer; they’re pretty close. she handles all of the park’s legal cases, and sometimes they just get drunk together bc people visiting the parks are idiots

kevin the moth is a terrarium moth that he keeps in his room :]

has biweekly dinners with (first) delores (and then the whole group once they move in)

there are three rubens in fernie's life– one is his coworker, one is a weasel in the park, and one is his cat :)

such a nice guy. genuinely very sweet. and then he sees his family and faerasha literally has to shove him off a path so he doesn't punch them again

alr a few other points i wanna make :)

faerasha (she doesn't usually go by her full name, it's either fae or 'rasha) is doug's daughter

doug was a costume designer on Four Seasons. now he's a private stylist. he's also fucking rich

bug couldn't rent with the people he rented with the previous year of school– they're that group of heroes from s1– and koda likes to room in places that aren't hotels bc they're less likely to be found by fans

bug was punching trees in the park and fernie stopped him and they just chatted. koda swung by the trinket shop bc it was the most outwardly welcoming building they could find and then asked delores if she knew where someone could stay

bug sees koda when delores and fernie organize a meeting to make sure everyone would be alright with the living situation and went I Will Be Literally So Normal. I Am Literally So Normal About This. (to be fair he tried very hard with it)

bug and fernie are both Big Family kids. fernie's the oldest of like. 9 or 10 kids, i want to say? i'm really set on bug's family having 13 kids for some reason and bug's SOLIDLY number 7

fernie double majored in business and environmental studies, minor in economy, then got a master's of science in animal welfare and behavior

unfortunately this means that his father did not in fact change the deed to true neutral. yes it's nepotism. of course this bitch would rely on nepotism for his business

true neutral is essentially amazon in canon right? it continues to essentially be amazon.

so the ceo dies and the company goes to "his eldest son, who is entirely capable due to his education". this sparks annoyance in the public bc of nepotism. this sparks annoyance in the family bc fernie hates his family. this sparks annoyance in delores bc her trinket shop is flooded with reporters all of a sudden– and then fans of koda, and then two of bug's brothers (she forces everyone to buy something for every question they want to ask, which does lessen her annoyance). this sparks annoyance in faerasha bc HE'S NOT SAYING ANYTHING HE NEEDS A FUCKING LAWYER–

fernie doesn't know what's happening. his phone broke a week ago and he hasn't bothered to get a new one, he can get to work and back just fine

finally faerasha just breaks in and sits him down

alr there's more not in that vein

koda and doug are besties even though doug is. a couple decades older. they have tea every now and again

koda's also working on an album. they're not going to announce it– people would find them– but they're thinking they might quietly release it and just let people find it

gunthar is the next-door neighbor and delores unabashedly flirts with him. rum-pum and tungo and chumo live on the other side and bug is consistently delighted by their stories. they're all dating. he thinks.

delores really does not know whether to contact her kids

she has a late night talk with koda tho where they talk about their. bad experiences. on their show. and she talks about her coma and her debt and her lack of memory.

and they push her to call one of them! she's got her family just one step away, and she's so kind to all of them!

and now. bc why not. some doodles. fernie doesn't look tall enough but like. the energy is there

[lvrsturniolo]

im already obsessed with slytherin!chris omg let me cook for a sec

aurora wants to study for her owls w chris and chris keeps bugging her like “can we do smth interesting instead 🙄” but reluctantly helps her study anyways

fuehfjajckqks i alr love them sm

THANK YOU ANON!! I LOVE THIS IDEA SM

this is just a little smtn while im working on an actual fic!!

warnings: not proofread

it was around 8:45 pm, the large room was nearly silent besides the sound of rain falling on the top of the tower. Aurora and Chris are currently in the library, Owls are next week and Aurora takes studying very seriously. Chris on the other hand has much more “important” things to worry about. (In about two hours there will be a party in the Slytherin common room, a celebration of winning their quidditch match earlier in the day.) While the small blonde girl has her head buried in a book, Chris has his hand lightly placed on her thigh, thumb circling calmly as he tries to stay focused with what the girl’s trying to teach him. He misses so much class that he’s lucky to even know basics. He’s always been very touchy with her, which has never been much of a bother because he’s a touchy person. He’s always got his arm around someone, or playing with someone’s hair whilst chatting in the common room amongst your friend group. The soft skin on your thigh’s keeping his attention held to the book as well as it can, but it’s still not enough.

“C’mon Rory, put the book down just for a few hours. This party is gonna be so much fun, everyone’s going. I can’t stand sitting here any longer my ass is numb.” The boy begs quietly due to being in the library.

“Chris, you told me you’d study with me tonight! I promise there will be another party in less than a week, we can go to that one. You have got to focus if you want to pass!” The girl says, looking up at him, eyes a pleading expression.

“I-I know there’s gonna be more but this is celebration, Rory! I promise you I could care less about this stupid test, and you shouldn’t care as much as you do!” He says, almost a little frustrated but he keeps his calm, mostly because it’s only her; but she doesn’t know that.

Rory huffs lightly, sad that he wants to change plans but she knew he’d want to after the quidditch match. She turns her head back down to her book for a split second, thinking, before looking back up at him, doe eyes as pleading as ever.

“If we can study for just about two more hours, then we can go” she says, lightly smiling at him.

His grin widens instantly, grip lightly tightening on her thigh in happiness.

“You’re the best Rory, now where were we, page 82?”

“Kid we’re on page 351…”

A/N:I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS BUT LMK GUYS!!! AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANON!! 😚😚😚

I lowkey wanna make Chris an asshole but like with a soft spot for Rory type situation 😋

[well-look-at-this]

Contending with You. II

a/n. bro... writing this was like trying to pry something out of a dog's mouth man... NO BETA RAHHHH!! I finished this and immediately died on the couch w/o posting it major L. anyway here's the 3 short kings and a dog edition (i did NOT notice i put all the shawtys together until i was alr deep 😭 Lilia's was almost so long just because he is so old lmao CHAPTER 7 SPOILERS GUYS FOR DIASOMNIA

Part I: Idia, Azul, Ruggie, Cater

Includes: Riddle, Epel, Jack, Lilia

Thinking about Epel and pride that bleeds. About growing up happy and loved and never feeling wrong. Thinking about when he started school in another town and it started. You look like a girl. Shouting and bruised knuckles. Screaming at a brick wall. Thinking about how it only would get worse as he got older, how he couldn’t grow out of it. Thinking about living in a body that stops feeling like you but just won’t change. About living in people’s assumptions and never being heard. Thinking about being forced to play the role anyways, because you weren’t strong enough. Because he’s never been strong enough to be allowed to be himself. Always told what you are but it’s never right. Thinking about Epel Felmier, the wolf born in the skin of a lamb. 

Thinking about Riddle and hunger. About being the smallest thing in a big perfect house. Thinking about growing up in a conditional and surgical world. Everything done to the T and if not then you’ve failed completely. Plain planned meals in a soft small body. Hungry, but you can’t exceed your planned caloric intake. Watching other children laugh across the street. Hungry, but you have to study, you can’t be irresponsible… you’re five. But it’s not like Riddle knows what he’s feeling, it wasn’t part of the curriculum. Secret friends and a whole tart, feeling full for the first time–being punished for it. You can’t see your friends anymore. Starving. Going to school and becoming part of a place with eight hundred and ten rules. Feels like home. Thinking of tyranny, of a love like your mother; of doing what’s best for them. They start to shake around you, you’ve finished your favorite tart and received another set of As so why are you hungry. Thinking about Riddle trying to feed monsters that will never be satisfied. Thinking about Riddle Rosehearts and a hunger that’s eating him alive.

Thinking about Jack and faith. Admiration and goals; the expectation and excitement of meeting your idol. But no one ever told Jack that you shouldn’t meet your heroes. Meeting Leona, who doesn’t try and certainly doesn’t play fair. Thinking about someone raised in a pack with values and a place for everyone thrown out in the savannah. They should be a team, so why is everyone eating each other alive? Thinking about being thrust into a place where you have to prove your worth to not be tossed aside. But everything you do and know is wrong here, nothing you do could ever make you fit in. Thinking about being threatened in your own dorm. Being so on edge you betray “your” own pack for another. Thinking about living with the aftermath, the whole savannah on his back. They could’ve won if not for you, they want to make sure you won’t be a problem next time. Thinking about Jack Howl who knows he can only end up a martyr. 

Thinking about Lilia and all his time. A feral kid with no birthday, who finds unexpected family only to lose them too soon. Missing and dead, with an egg in his arms that he’s not good enough to see but won’t hatch for years. Thinking about decades scouring the world in the hope he can find his missing friend. Thinking about every time he mused about “what Malleanor and Levan would think of this”. How many times would he catch himself, reminding himself one is dead, the other is missing, left only with their slowly dying son he can’t seem to save. Thinking about the general who hates humans and everything they’ve stolen but can’t help but appreciate them in his years among them. Thinking about the Lilia who cries holding Malleus and won’t let go despite what the council says. Who realizes Malleanor was right and he’s just so full of love. Thinking of Lilia and a lifetime of being so lesser you believe it. Despite raising a boy you can’t say he’s your son, because he could never replace the people he sees in their face, he doesn’t deserve it and he’s vile for even entertaining the thought. Thinking about finding the son of the man who destroyed your family and country, and raising him as your own. About never treating him as anything less than yours but still not allowing yourself to think of yourself as his father. That the boy can never really be yours, even when he is, Seven’s he is. Thinking about thinking yourself is so inconsequential that there’s no gravity to you leaving with no warning. Thinking about Lilia Vanrouge, the fae who couldn’t realize he was a father.

[rins1cle]

Random Poseidon headcannons I thought about while re-watching Poseidon's and Sasaki's fight.

(Editor note: This is mixed crack, platonically and romantically 💀)

- He would probably eat a mannequin than show emotion tbh

- Probably smells like pool chlorine and fish shit

- Dude would have the nastiest breath known to the solar system like think of Shrek when he farts in the water. I feel bad for humanity fighters ngl.

- His hair probably smells like a dead bay.

- Man would give you a 'fuck you' note and call it a confession

- Beware of kissing this man, he probably would bite your lips off mid make-out.

- Let's be real if you some how managed to get him to simp for you, good luck congrats you managed to read through the impossible quiz that his his courting scheme🤩.

- Dude would give you gifts at the most random occurrence and or advice like the most out of pocket advice (less on the gifts for platonically).

- If you somehow managed to be besties with this man he would defo let you ramble about random shit.

- I feel like he's the type to buy a shit ton of aquatic plushies and memorize them all by name.

- Y'all would study together (aka Poseidon just berating you for not knowing smth).

- You could off handedly mention smth about what you like or a hyper fixation, expect smth related to that to be at your door with in an hour. He would deny buying it even up on his deathbed.

Øff topic but like I just realized Poseidon gives like the upmost toxic tsundere known to exist bro.

- he hate sit when you eat fish or any seafood infront of him and will sulk for the next century about it.

- Is the type to react like "FUCKFUCKCUKCUCJSHITHSIT-" when he realizes he's in love with someone.

- Would send you a facebook 'Good Morning' image.

- If you compliment anything about him, expect it to amplified by 100x the next time you see him.

- If your getting something from a cabinet or smth similar, he would do the thing where he covers part of the cabinet with his hand to save your head from impact. The moment you ask him about it he would just olay it off as gentlemanliness. (this man has no gentlemanliness bffr). Would laugh at anyone else if they hit their head on smth and call them pathetic.

- Coffee addict and workaholic.

- If you ever wanted this man to hang out with you, you would need to physically drag him out of his office.

- I have a gut feeling he has like either a 12+ step skincare routine or he used a 13 in 2 and calls it a day 💀.

- Imo, this man is a 9/10 for looks but a 2.5/for personality, dude has the same amount of personality as my right big toe.

- Big family man.

- He would totally buy you expensive jewelry no matter what you say about the price.

-Would break your wrist if you try to pay for the bill.

- Is embarrassed about his partheon.

Alr my brain has no more juice-

[noturlesson]

could you do a story with Sal and fem reader where the reader is really into musicians and that gives Sal the bright idea to try and impress them w a song or just bh playing something random? Basically Sal being a goofball╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Ty!!

Ofc bookie! This is like the perfect scenario bcuz I hc that Sal would play songs for his crush. Alr hope I was able to satisfy 🙏🏾

(reminder: reader will always be black coded unless I say otherwise, so aave will be used from time to time. Also fun lil fact no one asked for, I also play guitar and her name is Lilith)

“Dude,” you shoved your phone in Sal’s face, one of your favorite music artists on the screen. “Do you understand how fine this person is. And they play guitar! Sally, they’re actually so perfect, it’s insane.” You gush, a series of giggles leaving your lips as you retract your phone, scrolling through more photos of the artist. You were practically cheesing at your phone, playing little snippets of different songs the artist had released.

You were in Sally’s room, sat on the floor next to his bed. Gizmo was playing with one of his many toys in the corner of the room, and homework papers were scattered all over the floor, though your study session had been long forgotten. Sal sat next to you, eyes glued on your goofy smile. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t figure out what you thought was so special about all the musicians you liked. Every week, you were gushing about a new artist, the same dopey smile plastered on your face as you went on and on about their music and the instruments they play. If Sal really wanted to, he could play all their songs and then some. Hell, he’d probably even play their songs better than they did. Wait.

“You know I can play guitar too, right?” He said suddenly. Your eyes shot up to meet his, your smile now a straight line.

“Oooh, really?” You replied coyly, a smirk creeping its way onto your features. Sal felt his cheeks heat up at the way you looked up at him, but he stood his ground. He nodded his head, moving to stand and grab his guitar from his closet.

“Yeah, and I promise you it’ll be better than whoever you’re listening to right now.” He shot back, voice muffling when his head disappeared in his closet. He emerged with his amp in one hand and guitar in the other. You watched in awe, your eyes sparkling with fascination as they glossed over the shines wood of Sal’s electric. It looked just as pretty as all the musicians’ you talked about, and the fact that you were actually about to witness someone play in person, you could hardly contain your excitement.

“You better not disappoint me, Fisher. I have very high expectations.” You giggled, leaning forward on your palms to get closer.

Sal smiled at you beneath his mask, “Sal Fisher never disappoints.” He joked, setting himself down and adjusting his guitar in his lap after plugging it up to his amp.

“Whatever, just hurry up and play.” You waved him off, staring at how his fingers so effortlessly landed on the fret board. He rolled his eyes at you, huffing before speaking again.

“Can you play the clip from earlier? I wanna see if I can play that one.”

You nod, reaching back to grab your phone. You pressed play and the snippet played out. Sal hummed and nodded thoughtfully, then he began to strum. He played the riffs he heard perfectly, his fingers gliding across the fretboard with such ease. He even added a couple extra notes here and there, and it sounded heavenly. Your smile grew so huge that your cheeks hurt and but the time Sal was finished playing, you were jumping and clapping your hands excitedly.

“That was so good, what the fuck?”

He chuckled at you, his face heating up again. “See, I told you I’d be good.” You rolled your eyes at him, scooting closer so you were about a foot away from him. You narrowed your eyes and a look of mischief flashed across your face.

“Bet you can’t play another one.”

Sal almost looked offended, a scoff escaping him. “You bet your ass I can.”

“Do it then, prove to me that you’re worthy.” You pulled back, staring at him with a shit eating grin. He tilted his head at you, confused obviously.

“Worthy of what, exactly?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Worthy of being my new favorite musician, duh!” You smile, ��Now play.” With a small chuckle, he began to play another riff, and you recognized it this time. It was one of your favorite songs that you had found recently, though you were pretty sure you only mentioned it in passing once.

Had he remembered this song just for you? Of course, but he would never tell you that. He observed you carefully when he started to sing the lyrics along with the song as well, and when your jaw dropped, he almost couldn’t contain his laughter. When he reached the end of the song, you were still wide eyed, but your smile returned to your face.

Sal nearly died when you jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug. After the initial shock wore off, he hugged you back, the scent of your perfume and hair products permeating his senses. You pulled back, staring into his eyes, your hands still resting on his shoulders.

“You’re absolutely insane.” You muttered.

“So…? Did I ‘prove myself’ worthy of being you favorite musician?” He chuckled, the tips of his ears burning red from the eye contact.

You nodded furiously, that dopey smile he loved still on your face. “Just as long as you promise to play for me again, then yes.”

A chuckle fell from the blue haired boy. “I think I might be able to do that.”

[scorchieart]

Falling Ahead - Part 5

This week's thoughts: what if we never see Clavis and Leon together because Clavis is secretly still miffed that Leon ended up taller? Again, probably not the reason, but now you have to consider it as I have.

Ages: Yves (13), Clavis (16) - ft. Leon

previous part ☆ Masterlist ☆

In the early hours of morning, when much of Rhodolite was tucked safely in bed against the brittle cold, two pairs of boots marched carefully along a cleared walkway beside mounds of shoveled snow and fields blanketed with white.

“And tell me what they all wore,” Yves said. He slowed down to balance the load of practice swords in his arms then scurried to catch up to his brother, his billowy pink scarf fluttering behind him.

“Ehh, the usual puffy, fluffy stuff, I guess?” Leon replied. “Careful you don’t trip there. You sure you don’t need a hand?”

“I’m fine!” panted Yves, though his red-blotched cheeks and frost-tipped eyelashes suggested otherwise. “Exactly what kind of puff and fluff?”

“Dunno. Was too busy trying not to fall asleep to pay attention,” said Leon. He leaned against a nearby pillar, his own arms laden with an assortment of gauntlets and breast plates, and watched Yves catch up with a smile. “Though, none of those hoity-toities holds a candle to your unmatched fashion sense, Yves.”

“Well, obviously,” said Yves, his face flushing further. “But I need to know what’s in these days.” He stopped in front of Leon and, after catching his breath, straightened himself to his full height, his bright eyes sparkling against the snow. “What colors and fabrics and textures and patterns and layers and accessories and hairstyles and—”

“See!” Leon exclaimed, pushing off the wall. “That right there! As if I could remember all those details about every single person. Next time there’s a ball, you come with me and find out for yourself. Then you can teach me what I’m supposed to wear!”

A chilly breeze wafted overhead as Yves hunched his shoulders and tucked his nose into his scarf. “Leon, you know I can’t.”

“Yes you can!” said Leon. “You’re a prince of Rhodolite through and through, no matter what anyone thinks. And even if you weren’t, I’d like to see someone dare come up and say you don’t belong. Because then I’ll get to show him what happens when negotiations break down in the roundtable room.” He whooped and kicked the air triumphantly, and Yves giggled when he struck a pose.

“That’s not really what happens when you disagree in there, is it?” Yves asked.

“Sometimes things get dicey. Especially when Chevalier’s being a brick.” Leon lowered his leg and turned his warm smile again to Yves. “But if you want to see for yourself, why don’t you stop by today? We’ll drop these off at the training grounds, then we can spend the rest of the morning fixing your outfit if you want.”

Yves lowered his gaze to the cobblestones beneath them, dragging his boots over bits of snow stuck in between inlets. “But don’t you have to prepare for the meeting?” he asked quietly.

“They don’t give me that much to do yet,” said Leon. “I mostly just react to what’s going on in the moment, and no amount of studying will prepare you for that. It’s all in your gut.”

“Well said, dear brother! A good kick in the gut would unlodge just about any stubborn brick!” said a voice from behind them, and Yves shuddered at its impish tone.

“That’s not really what I meant, you know,” said Leon as Clavis strode up to the pair wearing an enormous white coat draped over his shoulders. Yves thought it made him look ridiculously immature, like a boy trying on his father’s clothes, but his lips froze as Clavis’s widened into a large smile.

“Well, that’s how I interpreted it,” Clavis said gleefully, patting Yves’s head when he reached them. “And you ought to be more careful what you say around our little brothers. They are at that impressionable age, you know.”

“As opposed to what you do on the daily?” Leon asked, moving to stand in between Clavis and Yves. Though younger, Leon had already caught up to Clavis’s height. A fact that developed into a touchy rift between the brothers in recent days.

“Most certainly!” Clavis replied, quickly eyeing whether Leon had grown taller overnight. “My schemes encourage individualistic thinking and problem solving. It would hardly do well for a prince to grow up constantly in the shadow of his elders simply for being born later, after all.” Yves noticed Clavis slightly push up on his toes as he spoke. 

But if Leon noticed, he didn’t make mention of it.

“You see, Yves?” Leon laughed. “This is what happens when you don’t use your free time effectively.” 

Clavis gaped. “Excuse me, Leon. I happen to keep myself very occupied without Chevalier breathing down my neck every five seconds, thank you very much. Traps don’t trap themselves!”

Leon ignored him and turned to Yves. “Heck, the fact that you got up early to actively help out the palace means you’re a shoo-in for the domestic faction. Wanna stop by the office for a tour after the meeting? We can show you all the cool projects we’ve been working on.”

“If he wants to stay inside the lines and do exactly as he’s told, then your coddly domestic faction is perfect for him,” Clavis said, the curves of his mouth dropping. “But why not break free from what others have ordained and seek what the rest of the world has to offer? Doesn’t that sound much more exciting? Writing your own destiny?”

“He can do just that with the support of people who care about him and want to see him succeed,” said Leon.

“Or, he could step off the beaten path and carve his own,” said Clavis, and he swiped Yves’s scarf right off his neck and dashed onto the snowy grounds.

“Hey!” Leon called, dropping the armor and rocketing after Clavis. 

Yves sidestepped the fallen armor pieces and rushed to the edge of the walkway, stopping just before the first snowy footprint. Leon chased Clavis across the lawn, and with each step they took the once-pristine blanket of snow earned a new hole as the landscape dotted with their exploits. But Yves held back, arms full, rocking back and forth in place.

He hated seeing them fight. Especially on his behalf. Especially with him watching so close by. 

Yves scanned the area, hoping to catch the attention of some passersby, but aside from the two princes galloping in the field, the grounds were as empty as Jin’s plate after dessert. Yves hugged the swords closer to his chest, immensely thankful they were dull, and wondered how he could stop his brothers before they hurt each other. If they were closer he could toss snowballs to get their attention, or maybe whack them with one of the swords to push them apart. But Clavis and Leon’s figures grew smaller and smaller as their struggle continued farther and farther away, and Yves chewed his chapped lips until the coppery tint of blood spread across his tongue. He had enough.

He tossed aside all but one sword, wiped his lip, and stepped into the closest footprint. He held his breath and waited, and when no trap sprang he stepped into the next footprint. Following the path, Yves slowly made his way closer to the dueling duo, though whether he was shaking more from the cold or his own nerves, he was unsure. 

“Hey! Cut it out!” he called once he was close enough to hear insults thrown in the air. But his voice died in a sudden burst of windchill, and Yves wrapped his arms tightly around himself as he squinted through the snow. He circled in his spot, losing sight of Clavis and Leon and nearly everything in the whiteness, until at last he spotted a nearby tree. He couldn’t make out the footprints anymore, but he gritted his shivering teeth and pressed onward, the crackle of freshly disturbed snow stabbing his legs with each uncharted step.

Once he reached the tree, he used the sword to find footing in the trunk and began to climb. The frosted bark burned his skin, but he bit back the pain until he reached a thick branch and crawled onto it. Snow swirled beneath him as he searched the grounds, and he wielded the sword and cut through the wind in hopes of catching a glimpse of some hair or a limb in the fresco. But Yves did not often venture out in the cold and was unaware of the sword’s ineffectiveness against the gale, and as he grew more frustrated at the futility of his plan, his balance swaying with each jab and swing, and he noticed too late that he was slipping off the branch and that someone was screaming his name.

When Yves next opened his eyes, he was in considerably much less pain than he’d expected. At first, he attributed his lack of feeling to shock, only the snow touching his cheeks was very cool, and the lump underneath him was very soft.

“Leon!” Yves cried, quickly jumping off his brother. 

“S’alright, I’m good. And you look good, too,” Leon replied, sitting up and shaking the snow out of his hair. His head still wobbled as he raised an arm and draped the pink scarf around Yves’s shoulders. “Even near-death, you still rock the look.”

The urges to laugh and reprimand battled in Yves’s throat, and he quickly retreated into the scarf before either could win. But the harrowing breaths he swallowed still permeated the fabric, and Leon patted his back as the wind died down around them, soon to be replaced by the maniacal melody of slowly clapping hands.

“Well done! Excellent! I’d originally planned to lure Yves into a pitfall just beyond the bushes, but this worked out just as perfectly!” cackled Clavis. “Why, it was like killing two birds with one stone, so I’d say it’s even more perfect! I’m not even the slightest bit upset that I can’t feel my fingers anymore from digging!”

Yves poked his eyes out from the scarf and watched as Clavis clutched his midsection in crazed laughter. The white coat he wore was nowhere to be seen, possibly blown away in the wind, and it looked to Yves as though the villain had been stripped of his armor. His face suddenly hot, Yves scooped a handful of snow and lobbed it directly into Clavis’s face. 

Stomach hunched over in mid laughter, Clavis froze in place and shook his head in confusion. But before he could clear his face, a second snowball hit him harder than the first, but this time it came from a sniggering Leon.

“If this is the path you’ve chosen, Yves, I’ll follow you to the end,” he said, shaping another ball in his hands. And that morning, Rhodolite awoke to the sight of pillowy whiteness piling on their windowsills and the sounds of the third prince as he was decimated by snowballs across the castle grounds.

[causenessus]

omg i hate that guy <- not really anymore,, he's a good teacher my grades shot up SO fast (D->A within three months of him teaching) BUT LIKEEEE HES BEEN TEACHING ME SINCE 8TH GRADE AND SAYS LIKE 1 GOOD THING EVERY 6 MONTHS

HE ARRIVED AS SOON AS I READ UR ANSWER

he said i did well today 😎 and if i study properly ill do the same in all my next exams !!1! i have to start a bunch of different coachings eww

ANYWAYS i woke up at like 5 today (us moment) !! idk why because i had online classes that started from 9

sleep early tho!!!!!!! i hate waking up and i hate sleeping i hate everything actually

i conked out at 11:30pm last night (omfg i did not know i could do that)

im doing so good (still high off the grades) but like lowkey panicking bc of the next exams !! my goal is to beat my sister's records <//3 basically she's pike crazy good and got 7 A* and 1 B </3 i alr got an A* in the subject she got a B in, and then i have like 7 more subjects to give exams of :[

but like she is ACTUALLY so good at studies n shit she got the highest grades in her batch in biology in this years board exams (wtf!) and when she gave her 10th grade boards she got like the highest marks in economics in 34 years/basically the whole school history i will cry .

the english teacher i have rn is fucking insane she told us callous and careless are the same thing i almost cried

she also spelled ajar as ajure

NOW YOU MIGHT SAY but lina thats hecking stupid !! its not her first language:( SHE HAS A DEGREE?? AND IS THE HEAD OF THE ENGLISH DEPARTMENT ??? and she took up four classes (4hrs) just talking about the SYLLABUS not even what we're learning

im aiming for like,, country highest at least in english so having her is a terrifying thought

ALSO A GIRL FROM THE BATCH ABOVE ME GOT WORLD HIGHEST IN HER MATH BOARD EXAM (100%!?!?)

okay anyways ill go erm sorry for yapping.. IM STARTING MY HEALTHY STUDY GIRL ERA AND STUDY NOW!!! honestly im quite proud of myself because like a year and a bit ago my grades were like,, 1 U, 3 Ds, 5 Cs and 1 B like wtf .. anyways the subject i got a U in back then,, i got 90% in boards this year ! and my lowest grade recently was 80% like chat we r eating ts up

IVE TALKED ENOUGH THANKS FOR LISTENING OR WHATEVER NOW I FEEL EMBARRASSED

STAY SAFE AND HYDRATED NESS ILY ILY ILY BYEBYE :)

DON'T FEEL EMBARASSED!!!!! I LOVE TO HEAR YOU TALK <3333 (sorry i got distracted and immediately read the bottom paragraph LET ME READ FROM THE START) LMAO I'M GLAD YOUR TUTOR IS GOOD AT TEACHING!! EVEN IF HE'S NOT NICE 😔😔😔 KNOW THAT YOU'RE DOING SO WELL LINA!!! I'LL COMPLIMENT U AND CHEER U ON IF HE WON'T <3

LINA SIDE TAGENT THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH i love how energetic your writing is!!! like it's rubbing off on me <33 i was feeling a little sleepy but now that i'm reading your ask i feel more like !!! awake!!!! this is all /pos I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE THE WAY YOU TALK </33 BUT PLEASE 5 AM???? AND YOUR FIRST ONLINE CLASS IS AT 9??? PLEASE BRO WHY IS THAT THE USUAL?? 😭 WHEN MY FIRST CLASSES WERE ONLINE IN HIGH SCHOOL I FR WOKE UP AT LIKE 8 EVERYDAY (bc idk how they were for you but like google meets were once a week and optional bc they'd just record it anyway so i'd watch the recordings at like 2x speed while doomscrolling tumblr or something)

YOU SLEEP EARLY PLEASE!! or like sleep more idk 😭😭 i could never wake up at 5 am willingly you're amazing for that 😭 the "i hate everything actually" is SO real it made me laugh so hard PLEASE 😭

YOUR SISTER SOUNDS CRAZY??? LIKE GOOD LUCK BEATING HER RECORDS IG </3 BUT PLEASE DON'T STRESS YOURSELF OUT OR MAKE IT A BIG DEAL !! YOU DID AMAZING THIS TIME AROUND WITH YOUR EXAMS AND IK YOU'LL DO GREAT AGAIN BUT DEFINITELY DON'T STRESS YOURSELF OUT TOO MUCH PLEASE!! i cannot believe the thing about your sister having the highest grades in ECONOMICS in like 34 years because economics is NOT fun that class made like 0 sense to me like bro if the global market is crashing and economists don't understand it HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND IT ?????????

CALLOUS AND CARELESS ARE THE SAME THING????????? HELLO????????????? HOW IS SHE A TEACHER I'M SO SORRY BUT LIKE EVEN IF IT'S NOT HER FIRST LANGUAGE THAT MEANS NOTHING LIKE BEING AN ENGLISH TEACHER IS NOT THE ONLY JOB OUT THERE IF SHE CAN'T TEACH ENGLISH THEN LIKE MAYBE SHE CAN TEACH SOMETHING ELSE??? BC I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE LETTING HER TEACH IF SHE'S DOING THINGS LIKE THAT 😭 AND SHE'S THE HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT AND EVERYTHING??? EVEN CRAZIER???? good luck with your goals though!! i believe in u <3

WHY IS YOUR GRADE BREAKING LIKE ALL THESE RECORDS?????? LIKE I KEEP READING MORE PARAGRAPHS AND WITH EVERY WORD MY CONFIDENCE IN MY OWN SCHOLARLY ACCOMPLISHMENTS IS DEPLETING LMAO 😭😭 I DID NOT BREAK ANY RECORDS BUT GOOD FOR U GUYS!!!

amazing job with the better grades!! and i love your healthy study girl era!! please make sure to take care of yourself and keep your mind and body nourished <333 i hope you're doing alright!! i just saw something on your blog recently that made me want to make sure you're doing alright!!! please know that my dms are always open to you!! <33 take it easy and you're an amazing person <3 you're so sweet and talented please let me know if you need anything!!

[lqfiles]

oh i'm SO down bad for the lqfiles quiz, i'm nailing it i just know that we're soulmates alr, also thank u anon!! i really do felt loved here, y'all r so nice😭 this is like my little found family online, i thank god for the day i thought of sending u that one ask about slendy?? now i lit go by that, i'm slendy anon??

anyways, i just began my lil break and i'm alr bored because what do i even do?? i just played a couple games of chess online with my friends and again i'm bored enough that i started studying again :')

nvm nvm, tell me how have u been?? how's uni going??

-slendy anon

i so would make a test if i wasn’t too lazy to, i’m sure you would ace it for sure loll we definitely are!!

FOUND FAMILY AWWW 🫂🫂🫂 it honestly does feel like it i feel like we’re all a big family in a way who just communicate every now and then, i’m glad you sent an ask too and it’s even MORE special since you’re my first (custom?) anon 🥹 the slendy nickname fits YOU more than jisung 💯💯💯

i wish i knew how to play chess but i’m a checkers girl.. that’s MY game fr! i’d recommend watching some youtube or reading some stuff or you could always take naps (what i did during summer, literally) good luck studying though, you’re motivating me to study more as well 😭😭

i’ve been alright, NOT UNI but college loll but college is alright, my coursework has to be finished by next week and i’m contemplating on if i should stay after school tomorrow to do work or if i should just do it at home, but if i were to do that i’d probably end up procrastinating 💔 other than that, nothing interesting had happened? i cut the skin on my finger from brushing my hair too roughly tho ig so that sucks </3

take care and enjoy the rest of your break <333

[msm-tsotmw]

…Now where’s Kayna? She probably knows how to decipher this…

… hm ? are you looking for mauna ?

(Sprigg turns around and looks at a gloomy Monster with long, handless arms, a very long dress, and “hair” that covers their eyes. They have rainbow-colored ballroom gloves, a shooting star hairclip with a matching necklace, and a black satin belt.)

Who are you?

oh , um , sorry . i could not help but notice . i am looking for her too , you see .

…Who’s Mauna?

the only kayna who lives here . she also has a home on tribal island . are you looking for her ?

Uh… yeah. Why are you looking for her, too, exactly?

… er , never mind .

What?

i was going to tell her i liked her . not in a friend way . more like an … “ i want to grow old , do taxes , and laundry with you for the rest of my life ” way . please do not tell anybody .

Oh. Okay. Anyways, you seen her anywhere?

… i told her to meet me under the stars , near that tree . she is probably there already . does that help ?

Yeah. Yeah, that helps. I’m looking for her so she can help me decode… whatever the fuck this is.

(Sprigg shows the gloomy Monster the book page with the strange hieroglyphs on it.)

hmm … she is an expert decoder . maybe she can help . follow me .

Thanks. Anyways, what’s your name?

oh . my name is … hmm …

You don’t have one?

no no no , i do have a name , it’s just i am bad at remembering certain things …

ah . you can call me moperetta . i do not mind being referred to as anything . and you are …?

Sprigg. I go by “they.”

okay , sprigg . let us go and find mauna .

(Sprigg and Moperetta go and find Mauna, and eventually find her sitting next to a large tree with branches that droop down.)

hello ? mauna ?

Hm ? Oh , hi Moperetta ! Is there something you wanted to tell me ?

well , er ..

ummm …

… nevermind . this other monster needs your help … ( more than i need it . )

Oh . Okay . Hey , you are the curious green fellow from Tribal , right ?

Yeah. I need some help deciphering this… I’ve already got “Starhenge” and “collapse” down, but the rest I don’t know.

Hmm … oh , this will even take ME a while . I will just study this for a few weeks …

Excuse me, fucking WEEKS?!

Just kidding !

(Oh, thank Galvana.)

Maybe give me time . This will take a while , anyway , so is there anything you wanted to say , Moperetta ?

umm … sprigg , you can go , now … i would much prefer if i could just have a small conversation with mauna .

Alright, you do you. Good luck.

(Sprigg leaves the two lesbians Mauna and Moperetta by themselves, under the large, droopy tree.)

… Good luck with what ?

umm …

(Moperetta gives Mauna a kiss on the cheek, then a small envelope and runs away.)

Oh . Guess I should read this before that , haha !

—————meanwhile, at Crysta and Ritika’s house, with Toorie and Mondo—————

So I Was There In The Water , Flailing My Arms Because None Of Us Know How To Swim , And -

(Sprigg opens the door.)

oh hey

wassup sprigg

Hi !! Toors was telling us a story ,, wanna hear ??

Nope. I’ve been in the exact same situation.

Oh okay

Hey , Why Are You So Gloomy ?

The deciphering’s gonna take a long time so we have to stay here for a few days.

k then

That’s Perfectly Fine With Me !! It Just Means I Get To Spend Quality Time With My Sisters :D

EEEEEEEEEE !!!!

(Crysta grabs Ritika and Toorie and pulls them into an EXTREMELY tight sister hug.)

Ahaha , No Need To Get So Intense , Cryssie !

yeah, it kinda hurts…

Oh .. Sorry ,, sisters !!

(Crysta lets go of her sisters. Ritika rubs her arm, sore from the very tight embrace.)

yknow my sister can hug harder than that

Oh ,, really ??

mhm just come to cold island when this trip is done and youll see

Well ,, I bet she can’t beat me in a HUGGING CONTEST !!

nah she has some serious fucking muscle

(Toorie nudges Mondo.)

Mondo , Language !! Crysta’s Kind Of Young .

Hey ,, I’m 11 !!

I Know . Young .

(( Man ,, it sucks being the youngest .. ))

(Crysta, being the drama queen she is, crosses her arms with a grumpy expression.)

alr

my sister has some serious freaking muscle so be careful

Okay ..

Crysta , How About You Go To Your Room ? It’s Almost Time To Sleep .

But Toooooooorie —

toorie’s right, we better get to sleep early.

Ugh ,, fine ..

Mondo , You Can Share A Room With Me !

oh

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ok

Good Night , Everyone !

—————Meanwhile, with Sprigg in the kitchen—————

(…)

(Starhenge… collapse…)

(Hmm…)

(What could this mean?)

(And considering the shooting star Boo’qurm saw, and the fact that nobody has heard from the Celestials, who are usually pretty sociable for deities, in eons…)

(…)

I should go to sleep. I’ll think about this more tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

yeaaaaaaaah UH anyways they have ages now!! (and again with me making so fucking many headcanons for the trio that they’ve become my own OCs at this point-)

toorie is 22, mondo is 21, and sprigg is 24, and them being the oldest is kind of surprising since they’re like 3 feet tall lmao

also I imagine crysta sounding like the “I’m 11 so shut the fuck up” girl lolz

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[arminsumi]

hi! hope you're doing well! i just wanted to know, how many fic reqs did you get? and how many are there left to publish before you go back to continuing your own fics? And do you cancel requests as well? i was just rlly curious hope its not too much of a bothersome question!

hey pumpkin!! 🥰 i'm okay, just a little stressed and hyper from studying all day. can't wait for the weekenddd

i got like approx. 30+ requests excluding what was alr in my drafts sooo maybe 40+ ?👀😵‍💫 not all of them were fic length of course, lots were prompts.

i've put a dent in the pile tho!! i'm having fun working through them and there's two more i'll be publishing probably within the next 24 hours

and yes sometimes i do cancel requests for various reasons.

often it's an issue of me lacking creativity/inspiration to write the request or sometimes i just don't like the idea. i do keep them in the inbox incase sometime in the future i finally do know how to write them 😌 (sometimes i even get too nervous to write a good request because i don't wanna execute it poorly, so i'd rather sit on it)

and less often it's an issue of the requested content being triggering/discomforting so i delete those