#nerd!art x reader

[iz-belljolie]

Nerd!Art x reader

⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕟, 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤ᯓ★

6:03 p.m.

You knocked on Arts door, standing patiently in the hallway, swaying your body slightly as you had a tote bag slung over your shoulder and a gift bag clenched in your hand. Just a moment later Art opened the door, wearing just his Stanford tennis shirt and shorts, his hair a mess and his glasses placed low on the bridge of his nose.

“Hi!” He said excitedly, stepping aside so you could come in. Art had a single room with just his twin sized bed in the corner, a perk that came with his scholarship.

“Hey” you said, smiling brightly as you stepped inside the room.

You walked over to his bed and set down your tote bag as Art closed the door and turned around to face you. He watched with a soft grin as you walked up to him with the gift bag held out in front of you.

“Here you go! I bought it yesterday when I was out with my friends, it made me think of you.” You said, smiling softly.

Art chuckled and grabbed the bag and placed it on his desk before reaching inside and taking out the book that was inside. His smile grew.

“Stargazers guide to the night sky” He read the title. “I love it!” He exclaimed, flipping through the page.

He turned to you and grinned widely. “Thank you!” He giggled and walked towards you and hugged you.

Your arms wrapped around him and squeezed.

“Your welcome.” You giggled. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it” He mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your body.

He pulled away and cupped your face, kissing your nose.

“Let’s go look at the sky, It’s nice and dark now.” He said, looking all giddy like he always did when you guys were about to look through his telescope.

You hummed and pet his head.

“It’s cold outside grab a sweater.” You said out of concern.

6:30 p.m.

You two were outside the dorm building, a quilt set up on the grass with some snacks laying on it. You were sitting criss cross apple sauce on the quilt, while Art was distracted by his telescope. As soon as he looked through that lense, everything else disappeared except what appeared in front of his eyes.

Ever since you’ve met him he’s always had some type of obsession, or hyper fixation that became his entire world.

When he fell in love with you, he realized he could have two obsessions at the same time.

For the past year, it’s been astronomy. Which has been enjoyable for you as well since you got to learn all these cool facts, stargaze, and look through the telescope he got from his grandmother on his birthday.

“Baby look at this” He murmured, glancing back at you.

You stood up and walked over to his side and looked through the eyepiece as he moved away. You could see the planet you knew as Venus, the planet of love as Art told you. Venus has been Arts official favorite planet.

“It’s beautiful Art, really beautiful.” You said softly, a smile on your face as you backed away from the telescope.

7:15 p.m.

After some time Art disassembled his telescope and put it into its box before laying down with you on the quilt, cuddling up to you for warmth. One arm was swung over your body while he other arm as tucked against his chest. His head nuzzling against your shoulder as he hummed softly.

A moment later he could feel you putting an earbud into his ear, the sound of “Pluto Projector” by Rex Orange County, filling his ears.

A small baby smile appeared on his lips. He could feel your hand stroking his curly locks as gently as possible.

“You could add up all the planets and the stars and galaxies in the universe and that still wouldn’t amount to how much I love you.”

He whispered into your ear, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“I love you Art” you whispered as your eyes began to droop.

“To Venus and back.”

[stanart4clearskin]

a/n: heavily manifesting this type of boyfriend

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who isn't good at responding at any of your calls and texts because he's either studying or reading. he'll make an effort and turn his ringer on so that he hears a ping every time you text him but it ends up getting to annoying so he shuts it off. in turn he continues to miss all of your texts.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy to bring you a book whenever he comes over to your dorm. he loves being able to talk to you about his favorite books so he buys you a copy so that you can have your own and the two of you can talk about it.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who never makes you feel stupid when you can't understand something. he explains it to you in a way that you can grasp but doesn't infantilize you.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who has posters of his favorite comics or movies up on his dorm walls. his desk is covered in stacks of books and there are papers constantly scattered over the floor. even though he's incredibly smart, he can never manage to keep his space tidy.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy to carry around a small notebook wherever he goes. he loves to write poetry so he keeps the notebook around so he can write when inspiration strikes. most of his poems are about you.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy to write traditional love letters. whenever your gone for a trip or he's gone for tennis, he'll spend time writing you a love letter that he embellishes with small sketches of you and him.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who has a typewriter. after getting a typewriter, he spent hours using it and typing up even more poems for you. whenever you come over to his dorm, he lets you use his typewriter because he knows you find them fascinating but don't want one of your own.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who can't talk to girls. the first time you talked to him, asking if he had a pencil you could borrow, he went red in the face and nervously searched through his pencil case for an extra. he spent so long trying to find the perfect one for you that you had said it was fine and asked someone else to borrow a pencil. art had felt awful afterwards and vowed to talk to you again. it took him a month to finally talk to you again--all he did was ask to borrow your eraser (and he stuttered through that).

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who is a giver. he loves to eat you out like it's his life mission. most of the time he thinks going down on you is more enjoyable than sex because he knows all of his hard work is to make you feel good.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who will just spend hours with you in bed, studying your body. it's not even all that sexual as his hands travel over every inch of your skin. he studies your body like it's the most beautiful thing he has ever seen and it is.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who is always scared that you're going to break up with him. he's worried that you'll realize he isn't good enough for you and that you'll leave him for one of stanford's football jocks. he's scared that his quietness is something you secretly detest him for (even though it's something you absolutely adore about him).

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who can't cook for shit. even though he's an intelligent man, in the kitchen he is a hopeless case. he lives off of cereal and microwaveable foods. part of the reason he was always so excited for break where he could return home was so that he could eat proper food that his grandma made for him.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who has to know how something works. he sees a cool invention in a movie? he's busting out his laptop and doing hours of research on it. sometimes you have to take his laptop away from him when you two have movie night because you can never just enjoy a movie with him.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who makes little trinkets out of random pieces of trash he has. he takes cardboard boxes and paperclips and makes you cute little animals that he'll leave on your desk when he has to head to tennis practice before you're awake.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who loves kissing. he could spend forever kissing you and never get sick of it. sometimes when you two are cuddling, art will just kiss every inch of your skin that he can reach. there's something so therapeutic about his lips on you that he can't resist.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy to use apple music. he doesn't understand why you like spotify so much and even made you a presentation of why apple music is the superior streaming platform.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who surprisingly loves PDA. even though he can be quite shy, he loves showing his affection for you in public because it shows people just how much he loves you. he knows that he doesn't need other people's approval on how much he loves you but he secretly likes telling other guys to back off of you by pulling you into a kiss.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who absolutely hates alcohol. he's gotten drunk a few times but the hangovers the next morning where enough for him to never want to drink again. whenever the two of you go to parties, he's more than happy to stay sober so that he can watch over you and make sure no ones tries anything.

NERD!ART DONALDSON is the type of guy who asked his grandma for her ring before the two of you started dating. he knew it seemed crazy to already want to marry a girl he wasn't dating but there was something about you that art just knew he had to marry you in the future. soon after the two of you graduate from stanford art proposes.

[aag17]

Nerd Gojo is the best thing to be created and I love him with all my heart🩵

(Feel free to comment Nerdjo fic-recs or fan art, and plug your own work!)

[praisethesharp]

So, I've worked on this portrait of Adam Driver for over a month. It's acrylic paint on canvas. I've not had the confidence to work a canvas in 10 years. Not one hit on Twitter, not hardly a blip on the radar on Instagram.

I think I'm failing as an artist and as a human being.

Spent the last few months questioning my worth, severely depressed, and wondering if anything good is ever going to happen to me again.

Maybe this is my magnum opus piece? My swan song? Going away present? I can't decide at this point. 🥹😅

Regardless, I present to the internet world an acrylic portrait of Adam Driver on canvas entitled, "Fortunate Son." 🙏

#painting #portrait #starwars

[minnie-cai]

I had a dream of sleeping over nerd!Arts dorm room, it was storming outside and he refused to let me go walk out on my own I was on hid bed and he was working on something hes reading a book with his glasses low on his nose and was only in a white shirt and sweats where his junk was almost out. I was so horny I just straddled his lap and started going crazy, he ended up shoving my face against his pillow pounding me from behind fucking me while he kept his glasses on <3

𝑰 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵 “𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬” !

that’s so crazy i actually had the exact same dream last night so here’s something i wrote about OUR dream

not proofread, bless your eyes, it’s 2 am and my eyes are basically shut.

rating ; mature. smut. it’s smut. leave if you’re a minor. or don’t. i can’t stop you. actually i can. i will find you. and take away your phone.

oh nerdy!art my beloved, where he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever met and he’s stumbling over his tongue awkwardly as he tries to flirt with you but it turns out his tongue was made for bigger things.

and it’s so weird the first time you fuck because you fall next to him on the mattress, out of breath, sweaty and high on orgasms and suddenly, all you had heard about nerdy guys being good in bed was confirmed.

you start dating, he holds your hand around campus sweetly and all of your friends love him. you’d heard the lore of all of tolkien’s writing at least a hundred times as you played with his hair but you’d hear it thousands if he asked. you give him head under his desk as he does your assignment for you and he cums all over his thighs and panics, rushing trying to find a towel or a dirty t-shirt as he babbles apologies and squirms because he hasn’t even properly finished yet.

after a few months of dating, it’s totally casual and normal for you to stay over at his single dorm after you’ve complained about how annoying your roommate was, under the condition, of course, that you’d let him study when he needs to. you promised.

you were lying in his bed, wearing a hoodie he’d lend you after you’d softly fucked with the rain pattering on the window. you pouted and twisted the fabric of the sweater in boredom. art was sweet, sure. he’d made you finish first like a gentleman, cleaned you up and dressed you but you just found it so annoying that he managed to move on to studying right after sex. you stared at him and stared and stared as he sat in his chair, his foot resting on the desk as he read a book he was assigned with his lips lightly agape and his round glasses low on his nose.

the grey sweats he’d thrown on quickly after he got out of bed being a size down from his normal one, giving you the great view that was the outline of his semi-hard cock.

as you’re thinking and just admiring him, you hear him sniff and he swallows, his adam’s apple bopping with the movement. and suddenly, yet again, your panties are wet. what is this boy doing to you?

“artie….” you mewl gently from the bed, your legs twisting under the sheets as you try not to press your thighs together. “is it gonna take long?”

“i wanted to finish at least two chapters by class tomorrow, why?” he mumbles as he moves on to the next page, licking his fingers so that the paper doesn’t stick together but the only thing you can think of is him licking his fingers and playing with your clit as he mumbles compliments against your collarbone.

“nothing… just a bit bored…” you respond as you start to stand up but he just hums, not looking up from his book. when you reach his chair and lean against the back of it with your elbows, moving your fingers to run through his hair, scratching his scalp gently, his head falls back against your chest and he lets out a breathy grunt.

when you moved to straddle his lap, that was his last straw. “you’re kidding…” he mumbles in a soft but raspy voice with a sweet smile when you roll your hips against him. his glasses threatening to fall off his nose and his curls falling messily on his forehead, times like these is when you really take a look at him and realize how gorgeous he is, like he’s trapped a ray of sun inside his eyes.

“huh?” you giggle, almost breaking this innocent character you’d built up. “i don’t know what you mean.” you shake your head with a gentle smirk and furrowed eyebrows, your eyes narrowing as you try your hardest to look confused and hold back your laugh.

“oh you don’t? oh really?” he says with an amused laugh and raised eyebrows. “i- yeah?- rea- really?” he starts with narrowed eyes but he ends with a scoff and a small smile as he realises he wasn’t sure what he really wanted to say and was just stuttering nonsense. “you don’t know what i mean? you want me to show you what i mean?” he chuckles with a sarcastic attitude, looking up at you through furrowed eyebrows.

“i might need you to show me what you mean.” you laugh but it’s cut short by a shriek when art throws you over his shoulder, laughing. “what are you doing?” you cry out as he stands still in front of his twin bed for a second, contemplating before he decides he doesn’t want to throw you on it and gently sets you to sit on the bed. he pauses and folds his arms, looking down at you, the smile not fading from his face. “what are you looking at me for? c’mon, pretty! down and on your belly.” he says, snorting at his own tone.

“down and on your belly? where did you come from? orderin’ me around!” you say surprised by his newfound confidence before following his instructions. “i’m not sure, i like it though.” he replies laughing before settling on the bed, his knees on each of your sides as he pulls down your panties, pulling your hips up, carefully raising them.

his hands hold their position on your hips when he inserts into you, making you sigh shakily. he grunts as he feels the warmth of your walls enveloping him. his head falling forward, his eyes shut.

moments after, he pulls himself back together, pushing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose and moving his hands to push down your back, your body being smashed against the mattress by his warm palms and when he moves to rut into you, you leave out a moan, muffling it with the pillow.

by the time he is close to cumming, full on whines and whimpers fall out through his lips, his thrusts getting quicker as he chases his release. “so pretty… fuck.. ugh- so good…” he babbles and his upper body connects to your back, folding forwards to try and handle the pleasure as you suddenly feel the cold material of his glasses against the skin of your neck which you felt was burning, the sensation making you shudder.

“please, baby… i’m- i’m close…” he blabbers on your neck, leaving small wet kisses against it as his rhythmic pace gets rougher.

when you both cum, whining and moaning like hormonal teenagers and fall back against the bed, he wraps his arms around your head, pulling you into his chest. “that was really, really hot-“ he pauses, taking a long deep breath “don’t do it again.” he finishes and laughs, pulling away to wipe the fog off his glasses with his your shirt.

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BLLK BOYS W/ A THEATER NERD S/O

notes: HELP I H8 THE DRABBLES..🥲 (og ask)

characters: Reo, Isagi, Rin, Bachira

warnings: cursing?, implied fem, cringe

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MIKAGE REO

oh, he just LOVES watching your performances. 

Wether your on stage or not- he comes to EVERY show (drags nagi w/him too LMAO)

Helps you memorize any of your lines / helps you gather stuff you’ll need backstage.

He loves seeing you thrive in theater, and how happy it makes you ><

He always listens intently when you talk about your favorite broadway show, amazed how you remember even the smallest details

Sings your favorite musical songs with you, he will even act out the scene with you

Brings you a BIG bouquet of assorted flowers when the performance is over— rambling about how just wonderful it was

He is really proud of the effort you put into you craft, and the outcome always amazes him

Everyone had gathered on stage for the final bow, the crowd clapped and cheered. You smiled when you spotted your boyfriend holding up a limp Nagi. Reo clapped with a bright smile on his lips— and Nagi squinting at the bright lights. Everyone headed backstage and the crowd cleared, most left but close friends and family stayed and came backstage.

“Y/N that was wonderful!” You hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend praise, him running to you and hugging you tightly. He pecked your cheeks and held onto your arms. “My love that might just have been your best performance yet,” You snorted at his comment “Reo, you say that after every performance.”

“Well every performance is perfect my love,” Reo quips, his face into a smooth grin. Behind him trailed Nagi, who slurred a ‘good job’ with a thumbs up. Reo pulls back a bit and hands you a beautiful bouquet you can’t help but smile at. It was so pretty, full of tulips and lillies and smaller flowers complimenting the main ones.

“Thank you Reo,” you smiled before kissing his cheek. “Of course my love, just doing my job,”  <3

ISAGI YOICHI

oh he is so cute

You 100% get him into the world of theater

Thinks that it’s really cool how you’re passionate about this

Super supportive— tells all his friends about your plays and all of the stuff you like

His favorite broadway shows are Dear Evan Hanson and Hamilton— he thinks King George is hilarious

He likes being involved with your plays anyway he can—he will be try to be involved if he is free

Tells his family all about your performance!!

The whole family goes to your shows (≧∀≦)

Tries to memorize your lines / the plays lines with you but forgets them 💀

(or) Tries helping you with props/technical stuff but doesn’t know what to do so he just stands there 😭

“Yoichi- can you pass me the yellow please?” You asked from sitting on the floor, paint brush in hand. On the floor was props you were tasked with making. 

“Here,” Yoichi hands the paint bucket to you as he watches you pour some on your pallet. You guys were supposed to go out tonight but you still had some props you needed to finish— so Yoichi offered to keep you company. “Uhm, are you sure you don’t need any help..?” He nervously asks. 

“Oh no I’m okay, thanks though,” you happily replied, you already felt bad for canceling date night and didn’t want to ‘burden’ him with helping you. “Oh okay,” he sits back down on the floor and continues to watch you. 

“…Did you wanna help?” You slowly asked. 

“I dunno,”

“Yoichi”

“Yeah..”

You softly sighed and handed him a brush. “Here, you can paint the moon,” You stood up and grabbed the unfinished moon set-prop. Yoichi nodded eagerly as he started painting. His strokes were in all directions— you’d have to go over them later but you didn’t mind too much. He looked so cute with his brow slightly furrowed when he concentrated on painting the edges.

“How’s this?” Yoichi asks, pointing to his moon with a little grin. “It’s perfection,” you praise, which he responds with a soft ‘thanks’ as he admires his work. <3

ITOSHI RIN

lmao he does NOT get it 😭💀

like you showed him a clip of your fav musical and he was like ??? Ppl ACTUALLY like that..?? (Ignore him he’s stupid)

but SUPER supportive of your performances!! he just lacks artistic appreciation, aaaand he has as much creativity as a wet sock, so yk

When he comes to your performances, he always brings a small but pretty bouquet (he’s beet red when he hands them to you >< )

You have desperately tried to get him into the arts— which just continued to confuse him🫠

He likes Shakespeare though??? which is probably like the only plays he will willing watch (aside for yours ehe:3)

You call him your Romeo ;) (he gets embarrassed and gets mad at you LMAO)

Lmao he should’ve never voiced his ‘like’ for Shakespeare bc when ever he asks you a simple question you’ll end up going “To be or not to be, that is the question” (que rin groaning)

“Rin, you need to put more emotion into it!!” You exasperatedly said, flinging your paper up. You had asked Rin to go over your lines with you, which was a stupid idea to begin with. He ticked his jaw, fingers firmly pressing into the paper.

“tch. This is stupid,” Rin answered, glaring at you. You sighed, “I can’t feel the scene if you sound like a robot!”Rin huffed, his pride clearly wounded. He groaned and flicked the paper back and examined it again.

“What. do. you. mean he’s. been. lying?” Rin reads, his voice flat. 

You internally sigh, “I’m not sure, but when I asked him he was acting strange..” you spoke, already memorized your lines. “Could. it have. something. to do .with his. sister?” “No- he wouldn’t tell her about something like that… Unless!!” You clapped your hands.

“YAAAY!! I FINALLY NAILED MY TIMING!!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands excitedly. You then tackled Rin, who was sitting on your bed, catching his lips in a fat smooch. “Thanks honey, I really appreciate you tryin,” you praise, hands resting on his shoulders. 

“Tch.. It’s nothing..” Rin muttered, his hand coming to rest on your waist. “I’m never doing this again,” you snickered at his mood change  (he’s gonna end up helping next time you ask <3)

help Ik that was so bad 💀

BACHIRA MEGURU

AJHSNJANANNRNE 

HE MATCHES UR FREAK!!!!

LIKE HE GETS IT FR!!!

omg you wanna binge watch Chicago, Six, and Heathers? WELL SO DOES BACHIRA!

yall sing musicals together all the time like- yall are in character doing the choreography and all

He loves watching musicals sm

And he LOVES watching you perform/work in theater

Like- seriously goes to all of your shows, even rehearsals if he can

Gets super immersed in your performances- thinks it’s 10x better than any broadway show

Loves seeing your/the costumes- will definitely try to try them on (before he gets caught and gets in trouble lmao)

After every performance he takes you to go get ice cream- a little ritual you guys have :3

OH. And he tries to match his outfit to what your play is >< (keyword, tries)

He brings his mom to your plays and she whistles and claps so loud when the plays over 😭💗

“Y/N you were friggin’ awesome!!!” Bachira exclaimed, hands swinging yours back and forth. “I wasn’t even on stage for 5 minutes,” you snorted. “Well you were the best one there! Being a tree takes a lot of skill y’know!!” He grins, pulling you along faster. 

You finally arrived at the sacred land, Benny’s Ice Cream Parlor. Bachira ordered for both of you, handing you one cone of (Fav Flavor). You sat down on the bench, already licking your cone. Bachira put his foot on the bench, “Ahem, Ahem,” He began, lifting his ice cream up. “I would like to make a toast!,” You smile at his antics, waiting for what he’ll say next. “A toast to the best play in the history of the plays!” You snickered, raising your cone “A toast!” You said, ‘clinking’ your ice creams together. 

“Ah, being Tree #4 is no easy task…” You dramatically sighed, licking your ice cream. Bachira shook his head. “Tut tut..,” you both snickered, finishing your ice creams and heading back home. <3

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taglist: @gigiiiiislife @sharkissm @luvingshidou @kurona-theshark @soleilonthesun @duckydee-0 @rinitoshisgirl @someprettyname @nikomelo

kanakakannakkkse ive rewritten the Drabble so many times bro 😭😭 ARGH AJSNSNANANA

made August 22nd 2024

[gltzpzy]

more nerd!miguel sketches ….? yeah. also if u don’t have ur partner as ur lockscreen u hate them and want them to DIE (credits to this cute au @nymphomatique ty for creating him 🙏)

[phonydiaries]

Beautiful Dreamer - P x Reader

Notes: This is a bit of a shorter fic from me and it's pure unadulterated fluff and sap and nobody gets stabbed! Which is really stretching myself as a writer, to be honest. You guys know I love nothing more than a good life-threatening injury. Anyways, no warnings for this one! Enjoy the cozy vibes <3 

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It seemed somewhat magical in the beginning. 

Pino came running to you once, at the very break of dawn when you had just barely opened your eyes; too-bright sunlight stinging them as the puppet shook you from sleep. It was difficult for you to grasp what he meant, at first, to wrap your head around what he was trying to describe. His speechless manner of communication and your general grogginess certainly didn’t help matters. But through a series of signs and expressions from Pinocchio, you came to understand. In his slow but sure gaining of humanity the boy had begun to dream at night. 

You were vaguely aware that he did not dream before, and didn’t exactly sleep in the way humans did (although he did something similar enough that you personally couldn’t tell the difference). 

“Is it… pleasant?” You asked him, genuinely quite curious as to what a strange thing dreams must seem to someone who had never known them. It had the potential to be wondrous and peaceful, but at the same overwhelming and utterly confusing. P seemed to take your question into careful consideration, really mulling it over. His eyes shone bright as he finally nodded decisively. 

For all his excitement over this newfound ability, Pinocchio was frankly dreadful in his attempts at describing his dreams to you. You tried earnestly to follow along, but his gestures and expressions would eventually become too complicated and frenetic for you to follow and so you found yourself utterly lost in his recollections. It was after one such frustrating night that you gifted him a pocket journal to write in. This was much preferred for both of you, and you came to enjoy the routine of him eagerly handing off his scribblings for you to interpret in the morning. You would sit elbow to elbow at the table, sipping morning tea and reading his writing aloud, while he listened and nodded along captivated, his chin resting over his hands on the table. 

His writing was uncharacteristically scratchy, with words often misspelled or crossed out implying that he was simply transcribing for speed and not coherence. Now and then there would be an addition of a crude drawing, sometimes the vague outline of a rabbit or a rushed impression of beaming stars. 

One day, when it was particularly gloomy, you and Pino wandered to the library. Silence between the two of you was not uncommon, nor was it in any way awkward or uncomfortable. With the heavy fall of rain against the roof on this day, you found the quiet between the shelves especially peaceful. By the orange glow of a lantern, you turned the pages of a dream-interpretation guide. It was a small and somewhat battered thing and had been picked up eagerly by Pinocchio of course, who sat on the floor with crossed legs, chin resting in the heels of his hands as he listened to you, enthralled. In hushed tones, you ran down bulleted lists of common dreams and all the cryptic mysteries they may contain. 

“Here, how about this one, have you ever dreamed that your teeth were falling out?” You asked, pointing to a passage in the book. P slapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head vigorously, looking suddenly very concerned with keeping said teeth firmly in his mouth. You couldn’t help chucking as you turned the page. 

The day wore on, and the oil in your lantern burned down to nothing, the dim light flickering across an eerie illustration. You’d been leafing through an art book of the romantic era painters and left off on a Fuseli painting of a tormented woman being peered upon unknowingly by some manner of devil. You found the page quite off putting honestly, and closed the book. 

“I figure that’s enough of that. What do you say, Pino-oh.” 

As you addressed your puppet companion in the dark, you came to see that he sat on the floor still, slumped against the foot of your chair. His cheek was sunk into his left shoulder, eyes shut, breathing soft and shallow. The serenity of the scene warmed your heart some, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Pino…” you whispered, and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to wake him. But he didn’t stir, seemingly in a deep sleep. You were sorry for the uncomfortable condition he seemed to be posed in, but you didn’t want to disturb the poor puppet. You gathered your things and left quietly, shuffling off to your quarters. 

It was around midnight that the puppet woke with a panicked gasp. He was surprised to find his legion arm held up defensively, as if in anticipation of an invisible attack. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically, and only when he recognized the library did he hesitantly lower his arm. In the darkness he felt quite uneasy and disoriented. He tried to recall your soothing hushed voice. It had put him into quite a state it seemed before he eventually drifted off. It was in stark contrast to the current thrumming of his mechanical heart and the uncomfortable quickness of his breaths. He had dreamed something wholly unpleasant, and with some sadness realized this new facet of humanity came with drawbacks. He did not care much for these dreams at all.

Pinocchio made his way down the corridor to your quarters, his steps echoing eerily. He threw pointed glances over his shoulder frequently, half expecting some monstrous creature to appear suddenly in the halls of Hotel Krat. The simple casting of shadows had never before made him so on-edge. When he reached your room, he opened the door slowly and peered inside. You lay there in the dark beneath silk sheets, curled in on yourself and sleeping soundly. With great care not to startle you, he knelt by your bedside and nudged you in the back. Your head flinched momentarily, but you otherwise remained still. With some urgency he took your shoulder and shook until you stirred. Rubbing your eyes wearily, you rolled over to face him. 

“Pino, it’s ah…it’s late isn’t it? Can’t it wait til morning..?” You grumbled. He shook his head almost apologetically and squeezed your shoulder. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out unfamiliar anxious creases in his expression. You willed yourself into a greater awareness and sat up promptly. “What is it, what’s wrong?” You asked, your tone softening significantly. P gestured in the direction of the library and rummaged around in his pocket for a moment. He retrieved the pocket journal you’d given him and pointed several times at the most recent entry. You squinted. On the left page he had simply blacked out the entire thing with a pen, and on the right page the phrase “strung up” was written several frantic times with increasing disregard for legibility. 

When you looked up at him to clarify, he raised his hands limp above his head and dropped his chin to his chest. The image was admittedly shuddersome and he cast a long and spindly shadow across the wall. 

“I see.” You said, closing the journal. “You had a nightmare, hm? All strung up like an ordinary puppet.” Your heart fell for the poor boy. It must’ve been terribly frightening for him. 

Pinocchio nodded solemnly, not meeting your eyes. He stared off blankly and rubbed his wrists, as if easing a phantom feeling of restraints. You took note of this and hummed softly. 

“Here, may I see?” You asked, and pulled his arm towards you. You made a show of inspecting it and tapping your chin thoughtfully. Holding his arm with one hand, you stuck up two fingers like a pair of scissors and pretended to snip the invisible puppet string. You repeated this mimic on his other arm and then took his hands in yours, placing a kiss on the back of each. 

“All gone.” 

Pinocchio looked at you with a kind of boyish wonder. He raised one fist to the crown of his head with a smile, making a  pshhh sound and opening his hand, giving the impression of a miniature explosion.

“Think you’ll be alright for the rest of the night?”

At this he shifted a little. His fingers busied themselves, twisting in the bedsheets. He was obviously still shaken up somewhat. You could understand that, although it was a bit of a surprise to learn that someone so nearly indestructible could be afraid of the dark. 

“Alright,” you sighed, lifting the sheets. “Get in here.” 

P’s chin jutted forward and his brow furrowed at your offer. You just gestured to the space beside you with your head. “Go on, before I change my mind.” You teased. At this, Pinocchio clambered up into your bed and nuzzled his face into the pillow. As he got settled. You pulled the sheet over his shoulders and snaked your arm up around him from behind. Your nose pressed against the nape of his neck and you breathed in the smell of him, like fresh rain. 

“Have no fear, my puppet.” You said sleepily against his skin. “Your trusty human won’t let anything steal you away from me in the night.” You heard him snicker at this, but you knew without a doubt he felt safer here with you and vice versa. It was sweet, really. 

By the time the sun rose you were both still sound asleep, all tangled in each other’s limbs, looking like lovers in the warm morning light. The day could wait a little longer. 

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König is Naturally Nerd!König

A lot of people suggest nerd!König (which is essentially regular König in my books) would be into DnD, or Star Wars, or Lego, but I disagree.

Normal and Nerd!König are obsessed with miniature armies. He has little models of airplanes and tanks that he puts on display in his room. He only has two World War models (and even then it's WW1), and those are the planes that Baron von Richthofen flew. Otherwise, he collects medieval minis and paints them.

He creates whole dioramas of them, and they're surprisingly good. He has the money to sink into his hobby, and it fills his time when he's not at work. He fidgets a lot, but he's gotten good at doing fine detail work. They're not award winning, but they're really quite good.

In addition, he's a major reader. If you want to know more about what König reads, check out this post here. If you don't want to read it, the gist of it is that König loves reading and reads all the time. He's probably the type to sniff and say the book was better than the movie. He's right, but he doesn't need to be so snobby about it.

Through the military, he has an extensive knife and gun collection. He can use all of them, sure, but he really doesn't need that many. He used to have only one room dedicated to them, but he's since had to move twice and torn down a wall most recently to make a big enough room for everything. He kinda sucks that way. He really takes up a lot of space.

However, Nerd!König didn't end up joining the military. He instead went into nuclear engineering and earned an excellent living to fund his expensive hobbies. He also ended up having more time to devote to his crafts, which led to...

More under the cut.

Nerd!König is a Snob

König is a pathfinder 2e type of guy. He's that pedantic. He'll have the rule books memorized, and he has links to download the pdfs ready at the flick of a wrist. He's ready to convert you. Your DnD supplies will be absorbed into his Pathfinder 2E.

A big reason he's into Pathfinder 2E is because he was introduced at a young age and so collected the supplies, but when he heard about the Wizards of the Coast scandals he decided he'd use that as his reasoning. He gets up on a soapbox about it whenever he can. He really, really hates Wizards of the Coast. It's a firey rage that burns within.

He also likes Warhammer. He's a disgusting Warhammer lover. He plays a ridiculous Adeptus Mechanicus army that he's painted himself. It's surprisingly good painting, too. Having painted Adeptus Mech before, I'm telling you it's really hard. He makes it looks easy with craft paint and crazy glue. He's disgustingly good at it. I hate him for it. How dare he be so good. He is genuinely a fantastic painter. That said, we saw what happened with the last Austrian painter, so maybe it's a good thing he stuck to painting minis.

Nerd!König also loves to collect ancient weaponry. To make it worse, he actually practises with it and has become pretty decent with it. He's feared among the LARPing community because he's known to be a fearsome competitor. He'd be more well liked if he didn't accidentally break people's wooden shields so often. As it is, he's not fully blacklisted, but he's skating on thin ice. He'd be banned for sure if it weren't for the fact that the forest on his property is amazing for LARPing.

Finally, he's into Renaissance fairs. He goes and does public sword fighting, once again, LARPing. He'll also show off his weaponry collections, and will gladly go on hour long spiels to anyone unfortunate to ask about the history of an item on his table. He is on good terms with the blacksmiths, and he's always having to pay the local seamstress to fix his clothing back in the traditional style. He will also go up to the ferret keeper and play with their ferrets, and then beg you to get some. He just wants a cute little ferret. Can't he have a couple? No, not one! They need playmates. You need at least three.

Either way, Nerd!König is a big silly guy. He's a bit friendlier and gentler than regular König honestly. He also is super passionate about his hobbies. He's so excited to show you his hobbies, and he really wants you to enjoy them too.

Just so you know, all these hobbies are expensive. Very expensive. It's a good thing he's making so much money, because otherwise you'd go bankrupt overnight, because, "Games Workshop released a new edition of the walkers! I need them for my army!"

[imagination-phantom]

Day 9! Eyeball!

The uncoordinated baby nerd fell on his face a few time but he caught one!! Naw look how excited he is!

[craftydreamvoid]

being a nerdy tutor for college!art.

he didn't even know you existed until his professor mentioned your name. he goes to the library at the designated meet up spot and his eyes fall on you. he thinks you look cute and introduces himself, big smile on his face. he can't help but think about how adorable your glasses look on you, despite being oversized. how you fidget with you hands when you explain something to him. how you have a habit of tapping your pen against the book when reading out loud to him. how comfy you look in your cute cotton jumper with little flowers embroidered on it. how kind you are to help out some random classmate that you didn't even know.

but you did know. you knew all too well. you knew about his gorgeous blonde locks and his muscular thighs. his cheeky smile and little groans. that look he pulls when he's trying his hardest to concentrate in class. or the look in his eye when he's jealous of a skilled opponent. you know he's had a few girlfriends and flings. you know their names and what classes they take.

you knew art donaldson far too well... and it consumed you.

[ayautjaslover]

THEY CAME THEY CAME THEY CAME RAHHHHH

[comics-at-dawn]

Mary Jane & Spiderman ❤️

[starrspice]

Y/N keeps teasing Sun about the slang they used in the 70s

And he's sick and tired of it

[serpentsillusion]

*Panics in Jess*

📚🤷🏻‍♀️⚠️👉🔞

Characters are 18+

Inspiration from this meme I found floating around the abyss: https://br.ifunny.co/picture/what-kind-of-weirdo-likes-being-choked-and-slapped-around-OOdxOyDpA?s=cl

Base image used by: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/ 🎨

Also peep Seb being instantly curious as to why Jess just randomly got a bout of anxiety. I mean THE AUDACITY! 👀😂

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[sharkbytestudio]

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