#one of his students asked her about deets

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Emmrich taking my Lords of Fortune Rook back to the Necropolis after saving the world is going to be:

• 50% smacking her hand away from every shiny, expensive-looking thing because “No, dearest, you cannot take that and sell it—yes, even if they’re dead. Especially if they’re dead.”

• 25% having to explain to literally everyone why this hot mess, decades younger and with zero shame, is practically climbing him like a tree every time they go anywhere. Spoiler: it’s because NORMAL PEOPLE DON’T DO WELL WITH SKELETONS EVERYWHERE, EMMRICH, AND SHE IS SQUEAKING.

• 25% developing selective deafness just to survive her godawful necromancy puns, inappropriate jokes, and lewd innuendos which she keeps spitting out like she’s getting paid per cringe. The other day she said something to Vorgoth that made them call Emmrich into their office and he’s still embarrassed about it.

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“Bitterly Beautiful”

Wednesday Addams X Blind Male Reader. Part (1)

• This was a Story i posted on my Wattpad and decided to post it here, also thanks for reading it btw. I decided to use tumblr and well here I am.

Nevermore Academy, founded in 1791, to house and Teach the most, unique, individuals. Some were Vampires, Werewolves, and some even the most otherworldly beings, but there even existed monsters from beyond the bounds of reality. That could not be any more true than the boy who awakens in his dormitory room, he keeps his eyes closed but sits up with a weary yawn. He, without much issue gets dressed in the classic Nevermore uniform, the grimly striped blazer with shirt, tie and sweater combination of black sleek pants. After putting a pair of dark oval glasses on, he turns left and grabs a cane, a very antique design with a steel crow embodied design for the handle. He twirls it and walks to the door and leaves for the morning.

The boy enters a large courtyard, where the sounds of students bellowing, talking, howling, fill his ears. He places a tea cup on the stone table as he walks and sits down upon a stone seat and towards the table. He felt dust brush up against his skin, mostly his face. Not being able to use your eyes has its major disadvantages, but it also provides small bonuses. One was the much more heightened senses of Smell, touch, hearing and taste. Since the lack of eyesight was prominent. The other senses had to work harder to compensate for the loss, so even the slightest brush of wind picking up, he could notice. He removes his glasses and begins to wipe them off, but it was interrupted by a pair of oddly soft hands covering his face, which really does little to stop him.

"Guess Who~" The Mysterious and Cheerful voice asked under a muffled giggle. The boy stopped wiping his glasses and just smiled.

"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" He said, and she lets go, and sits next to him.

"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling, this was Enid Sinclair, a Werewolf and overall pretty amazing girl. They met during his first tenure at Nevermore and sort of, Clicked, not intentionally of course. She had her bright bubbly attitude which melted down his more cold and indifferent attitude towards everything and everyone, and now (Y/n) "Views" life in a more, honest fashion. He smiles hearing her voice, and tilts his head slightly to her direction.

"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." He asks and he notices her heartbeat is faster than average, and he can just hear the gleaming in her voice.

"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and he smiles in response.

"That's great, is someone changing dorms?"

"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." Enid casually explains, and (Y/n) takes a sip of his Assam black tea, before listening to more of Enids explanation

"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said which causes (Y/n) to cough up his Tea hearing that.

"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."

"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" Enid was too much in a euphoric mood to listen to reason, (Y/n) simply nodded and acted happy for her, subconsciously worried for her health.

"Well, I hope you have fun then." He said, before the Principal Weems spoke up from behind them.

"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.

"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards (Y/n), who gives a solemn bow to principal Weems.

"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" He said, and she checks her watch.

"Nearing Seven."

"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." He said, Enid and (Y/n) stand up and she waves him goodbye as she walks off with the Principal, he gives her a small wave back before walking away. He, without much issue, walks over to what seems to look like a Bin, he digs into it and takes out a bag, opening it, was full of an assortment of seeds. He tosses the bag as it opens and spills the seeds, he grabs a handful, and with the other arm, he taps his Cane on the ground twice. The Caws echo from the dead trees outside the Academy. They soar like a platoon of airmen. They land and peck, eating the seeds hungrily.

"You all seem eager, good." He says, and one flies up and lands on his arm. He smiles, it's caw echoes like music to his ears. He soon felt the crow fly off his arms desperately, all the crows fly away as if they're trying to avoid something. He feels a pair of footsteps approach. He acts oblivious until Enids voice comes though like music.

"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Enid said, he turns around to sense a, dark presence, the sound waves echo and it forms a decent image of the woman standing next to Enid, the aura about her was a sense of utter dread. (Y/n) tries to put it behind him and offers a handshake.

"(Y/n), nice to meet you." He says, she takes it, firmly but her skin felt like ice. Sending chills down his spine he shivers slightly from it. He lets go a bit quickly and motions to the front.

"Welcome to Nevermore—" he begins but she cuts him off.

"You can skip the school Introductions your "Bestie" already informed me. I have no intention to stay here." She said, and Enid tries to make the situation better.

"Anyway, I came to ask if you could help move her stuff to the room!" She says and (Y/n) bows.

"I'd love to help." He says, Wednesday just stares morbidly at him, emotionless, cold. Shes analyzing him, she looks at his cane.

"You're Blind." She Said. And he laughed.

"Oh, how very perceptive of you, yes. I am." He Said, sarcastically, but her eyes still focused.

"You seem much more focused on your surroundings than the average blind person, you probably heard us approaching." She continues.

"Huh, can't get anything past you, can I? A question if I may, what happened at your old school?" He asked, and her response was short but terrifying.

"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." She replies in that deadpan mundane tone, which sends shivers down his spine, he attempts to play it off.

"Ah, understandable, so... you don't plan to stay? Why not?" He asked, "This was my parents' idea. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

"What plan?" Enid asked.

"To turn me into a version of themselves." She replies, and Enid looks a bit, curious.

"In that case, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off." Enid says, and (Y/n) chimes in. "Murder?"

"Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?" She says, Enid and (Y/n) sees both taken aback by her odd behavior, even for an outcast. "Right.." Enid begins, "Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales. Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades. That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" Enid says to herself.

"Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs "wolf out." Id suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones, they've saved me ample sleep." (Y/n) says.

"I'm assuming Scales are sirens?" Wednesday said.

"You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown." Enid explains, much to Wednesday's uncaring attitude.

"Fascinating. And you?" She asked (Y/n) who gives a bow.

"A Fomorian, we’re..Ancient Tyrants from Ireland." (Y/n) explains, "There isn't many of us, Enids the only one who's really been a good friend to me, others are a bit wary. But they’ve come around, once Enid showed them I’m mot much of a real threat, they became much nicer and understanding thanks to her blog I suppose.” (Y/n) explains.

"I know, right? My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip." She explains, "(Y/n) sadly can't see it." Enid huffs.

(Y/n) leans into Wednesday a bit.

"There are some benefits to being blind. But I must ask, if you do murder people, what do you do with the bodies? Do you.. eat them? You might be a Fur."

"Quite the contrary. I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets." She stares proverbial daggers at (Y/n), who just laughs, almost in disbelief.

"You.. really are different." He said. "Not that it's a bad thing of course."

"You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok." Enid says to Wednesday.

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation." She replies, (Y/n) and Enid share a small glance. "Well, I should get to taking your stuff to your room." (Y/n) says.

"See you adequate enough to not get lost on the way there?" She asked, and he smirks.

"Well, much like you Wednesday..." he says, the Furs begin a food fight and one hurls a peach, flying at him, without even breaking a sweat he catches it. His focus still on Miss Addams.

"I'm very perceptive.."

As (Y/n) and Enid take Wednesdays things to her room, she is forced to say goodbye to her family.

"Look at you, my little deathtrap. Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?" Her Father, Gomez. Her illustrious and, profound mother steps up, Morticia.

"Yes. Why don't you boys wait in the car? Wednesday and I need a moment." She said, Pugsley, her less than enthusiastic brother is then approached by Wednesday.

"Pugsley, you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without me. I give you two months, tops." She says, what seems to be nothing but cold insults to some were words of love to him.

"I'm gonna miss you, too, sis." He said, Gomez and pugsley leave, letting Wednesday and Morticia have a solemn stare down.

"Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go."

"As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

The two opposing forces seem so contested. Morticia sighs at her dismayed daughter.

"You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way. I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did. Oh, I got you a little something." She continues and hands her an amulet, dark in design.

"W... M. Our initials. It's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection."

"Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke? I'm not you, Mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family." Wednesday retorted with scathing remarks, Which Morticia tries not to respond to.

"I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart."

"Fortunately, you don't have one."

"..Finally, a kind word for your mother, We can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday." She said, giving Wednesday a lovingly look before leaving. What seems to be a "Perfect." Rooming situation has turned into the complete opposite, as Wednesday tore off the colored plastic for the massive circular window within her room, only her side of course, which would have been fine for most people. But Enid isn't, most people.

"What the hell did you do to my room?!" Enid storms into her room after seeing it, which Wednesday calmly turns to her.

"Dividing our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side."

"I—"

"Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time." Wednesday says, sitting at her desk and in front of a vintage typewriter.

"Your writing time?"

"I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love."

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles. I'm surprised (Y/n) hasn't poured melting wax into his ears by now listening to it, They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

"Uh, you mean, emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you." Enid reminds, pretty surprising, they approach each other, standing on the edge of their respective sides of the room.

"When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole. By the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly." Wednesday walked back to her typewriter. Enid, in pure spite, Enid plays pop music, just to annoy the more mundane Wednesday. She twists her head around, Owl like.

"Turn that off. This is your final warning." Wednesday approached, but Enids nails elongated into sharp claws.

"Rawr! Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them." Enid and Wednesday are at a standoff, neither side giving any leeway, before and guts and glamor could be spilled, the door to their room opens. It was a woman, slightly brunette hair with an, oddly normal flair in terms of most teachers.

"Good evening, girls. Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in. Ah. Is this a bad time? I'm Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies, I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome." She said, the two girl momentarily halt their fangs.

"She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor...In her sleep." Wednesday said, which Enid eyes her, Thornhill reveals in her arms a plant, which was oddly black, devoid of color, or life.

"Well, here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory. I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one."

"The black dahlia."

"Oh, you know it?"

"Of course. It's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you." Thornhill looks taken aback by it but tries to keep her composure.

"Okey-dokey. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever."

"What's the story about going into the local town?" Wednesday asked.

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear? Great talk." Thornhill leaves, letting Enid and Wednesday alone.

Jericho, the City housing Nevermore have a bit of a history, an unfortunate one at that. Wednesday is being taken to her therapist.

"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her. Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate."

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you. And chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade." Wednesdays cold and unfeeling attitude made the Principal a bit, unwary.

"Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away. I'm here to prevent that from happening. I wish you luck." Weems says, stopping at the Office. Wednesday enters and to the clean, porcelain white room of her new and kind therapist.

"I read the notes from your school counselor. Mrs. Bronstein." She Said.

"She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical."

"Go ahead and take a seat. How did you feel about that?"

"Vindicated. But someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary."

"Adversary? I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. This is a safe space, Wednesday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

"That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time. I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

"So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool?" She asked, and Wednesday looks a bit pleased with herself.

"You know the old saying, "never bring a knife to a sword fight." Unless it's concealed."

"Point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here."

"He lost a testicle. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate. I've answered all your questions." Wednesday stands up but is shut down.

"We're not done yet. Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself. It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build a life that you want."

"I know the life that I want."

"Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential. Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?" She asked, and Wednesday shows a hint of her true feelings.

"Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood."

"Any luck getting your work published?"

"Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms. One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help. Hmm. Ironic, isn't it?"

"How did you take that?"

"I sent her a "thank you."

Wednesday sends her "Thank You", which was full of mouse traps, heavy steel ones that can and will break bones.

"...I've always been open to constructive criticism." She says with her classic mundane expression.

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation. The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica. Why don't we dig into that? Part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

"I don't travel well. Would you mind if I use the powder room first?" She asked, The Therapist kindly obliged and Wednesday enters, and quickly begins to come up with a way to leave.

"Wednesday? Is everything okay? You can't hide for the rest of the session."

"I'm all right. Just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey." She says, and sneaks out of the window. Entering a local coffee shop, she procures a ride to her freedom. As Wednesday sits at a sit in, she looks out the window to the insignificant lives of those in this town. And her eyes focus on a crow, perched on the window still, looking at her.

"Wednesday." A voice said calmly, she turns forward to (Y/n) sitting calmly across from her, she didn't even hear him approach. She looks back at the crow, which disappears.

"So, new in Town?" He says breaking the Ice.

"What do you want?"

"Can't I just say hello? I would say it's nice to see you but alas, I can't."

"For someone who's blind you're annoyingly focused on your surroundings."

"It's a benefit of being a monster, speaking of, I talked to Enid and she said you and her had a "Disagreement." About something." He begins, but Wednesday quickly shuts him down.

"The Glorified Personification of the 21st Century and I have opposing views, she didn't need to send her blind hound after me."

"Enid doesn't know I'm here, most don't know I'm here. I'm not here to fight you, Wednesday."

"Then what is it that you want from me?" She asks.

"I've heard of the things you've done before at your old school, all I ask that you don't hurt Enid. She, means a lot to me." He said, there was a ping from his coat and he pulls his phone out, Siri reads out a message, but Wednesday notices his phone case was pink, handmade with stickers, it's obvious it was made by a person with a much more, Feminine touch. It has the words "Bestie" bedazzled on it.

"Your phone case oozes insecurity and self deprivation." She said, and he turns his head towards her.

"I was a gift from Enid when I first came here, almost dropped my phone and she caught it, told me I should be more careful and, we just started talking. So she made this for me, Heh, always protecting me." He tilts his head up back at Wednesday.

"All I'm asking is that you is to be, well not nice but, just sociable to her, she's not a bad person. And she was really excited about you coming." (Y/n) explains, and Wednesday for a moment hesitates for an answer.

"I'll.. consider your request."

"Thank you—"

"Under one condition... you tell me what you truly are… i doubt your story of who you truly are.” she says. His attitude softens and he sighs, and he places his cane on the table.

"I'm not just a Fomorian, but a cursed one.. you know the Tale of Balor? The War Tyrant who's evil eye cursed whatever it laid its eyes upon, that's.. me. I'm Balor. Just reborn as a human thankfully, but the eyes still linger, but when your eyes can literally cause the destruction of the world, ...Drastic measures have to be taken. And my parents.." he continues, his voice getting a bit, somber.

"They Blinded you." Wednesday says, finishing the story.

"Thus the Tragic tale of Balor of Nevermore.." (Y/n) said, he couldn't see it, but he felt Wednesdays silence somehow, for a girl not lacking an arsenal of insults, she was quiet.

"Your Story...is tragic, they feared your power and tried to shut it down. You kept up your side of the Bargain so I will keep mine. I'll.. try to refrain from harming your Pet." She said, he sighs from her declaration.

"She's not my... whatever; thank you." He says, he turns to face the window.

"Some advice Wednesday, The Normies of Jericho, avoid Em, they don't see you as another human being, they see you as.. a "Freak." He said, while Wednesday couldn't see his eyes, she could feel the anger and spite forming from his words. Soon, the doors open from the Coffee shop to three teenagers, dressed as Pilgrims, they notice the Nevermore students.

"Hey, boys, check it out. Who's that?"

"Bro... Come on."

"What's a Pair of Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?"

"This is our booth."

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" Wednesday said, much to the Chagrin of the Teens.

"We're pilgrims."

"Potato, po-tah-to." She responds.

"We work at Pilgrim World." One said.

"It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide." She says, they approach Menacingly and (Y/n) stood up and tried to act peacefully.

"Cmon, guys there's no reason for us to act like this, we're just trying to enjoy our evening." (Y/n) said, the three scoff.

"The Freaks trying to weasel his way out of it." One said.

"Yeah, I don't think the Freak can see." Another laughs, and (Y/n) tries to keep his composure; leaning a bit on his Cane.

"Cmon, just leave us—" one, taking it too far sweeps his cane, forcing him to trip. He falls on his hands and knees and they laugh. Wednesday said nothing as they did, but she slowly stood up. Her glare catching the concern of them.

"It's fine.. Wednesday." (Y/n) says calmly, he takes his cane and stands back up, he walks over to the door, and with a swift motion, locks it. He turns to the boys.

".. Call me a Freak... One more time." He says, and they laugh at the blind one.

"Aww, gonna Cry? Call your Mommy? Or; are you gonna get your little creepy girlfriend to beat us up, better luck next Time, Freak." One said, they laughed once more, before the steel of the raven came went tying into his forehead, knocking him out, it's in the air and the other two look, (Y/n) comes running full speed, he jumps into the air, catches it and cracks another in the face, one begins to swing at him but he, with almost instinct, dodges and ducks each punch, before stomping on his foot, making him leap on one, he gut checks him with the steel end of the cane, he fails to one knee, gasping for air, he cocks back and swings, knocking him out as well. The three bodies lie on the ground, he adjusts his suit and uniform and walks to the door and unlocks it.

"Now, try and behave." He said, before the Sheriff, a gruffly man perhaps in his late 50s to early 60s.

"Tyler, the hell's going on in here?" He asked, turning his attention to the young man tending to the counter.

"They were harassing a customer, and he put them in their place." He said, the Sherrif looks to the young blind boy.

"This blind kid took down three boys? Did you help him?"

"Dad, I swear, I wasn't involved." Tyler says, and Weems enters as well; and looks Surprised to see (Y/n) and Wednesday.

"Apologies, Sheriff. These two slipped away from me. Come on, Mister Healy, Miss Addams, time to go." She says and the two begin to leave, before the Sheriff stops them.

"Wait a minute, hang on. You're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder. Hm...I'm gonna keep my eye on you." he says to them, and with those puzzling words, they leave, and Weems is more than miffed at them.

"Your first day and you're already on Sheriff Galpin's radar. Wish I could say I was surprised, and sneaking out of ground Mister Healy?"

"I caught the wrong shuttle; I apologize.. Wednesday found me and brought me to the cafe before we were accosted by those men." He said covering for her. "How kind of her." Weems said, somewhat buying the plausible explanation.

"What did he mean about my father?" Wednesday said.

"I have no idea, but a word of advice. Stop making enemies and start making a few friends. You're going to need them." Weems replies, their drive continues down to Nevermore, but slowly passing a car crash, a horrid one at that.

"Looks like an accident. I hope the driver's okay"

"He's dead. Broke his neck." Wednesday said, looking at the body. It's off How she could tell from the angle she had.

Night Falls upon Nevermore and while many of its students revel in the Darkness, some prefer to stay indoors with said activities. Such is Wednesday, who's haunting Cello tunes echo all throughout Nevermore, it especially reached the Ears of (Y/n), who stood at his rooms window, listening to the elegant but haunting tunes, and he had to get in closer. With a tap of his Cane, a crow bellows to his aid, he whispers into its ear and it flies off to the unknown. Wednesday ends her performance, and talks to someone.

"No, I don't really feel better. There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school." She says, and the taps of wood are heard, and Wednesday looks at the standing holding the music notes to a dismembered Hand, which was sown together. It somehow was, alive. Enid enters the Balcony as well.

"How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?" She asked and Wednesday turns towards her.

"I had an extra hand." She said deadpanned, and shows Thing.

"Whoa. Where's the rest of him?" She asks.

"It's one of the great Addams family mysteries." Wednesday said, and she hears the baying and howling of Werewolves in Nevermore.

"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday asks enid

"Because I can't." She says, she shows her growing finger nails, "It's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

"What happens then?"

"I'd become a lone wolf."

"Sounds perfect."

"Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate." Enid says, holding back tears, Wednesdays looks off the balcony as well, seeing (Y/n) cleaning out a large bird cage.

"I doubt that, one mate would be walking into walls at the moment, I'm failing to see the problem here."

"I could die alone." Enid says.

"We all die alone, Enid."

"You really suck at this. Cheering people up." Enid says and cries, not able to hold it back.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried, or are you above that too?" Enid said obviously upset.

"It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch...while the others ran Nero over until... It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. " Wednesday explains her story, and Enid, now seeing that she isn't some cold machine, feels for her.

"Your secret's safe with me. Still think you're weird as shit, though."

"The feeling is incredibly mutual. How would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer." Wednesday said, which confuses Enid.

"Okay?.." she says and leads her in, after some basic instruction on "How To Internet." Wednesday is able to pull on a web chat with someone; the guy who ram the cafe, Tyler.

"Uh... hi."

"That's Thing. Is he, like, your pet? Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird, but this is next-level. So, what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology?"

"Desperate times. Are you still willing to help me escape?"

"After what happened today, I figured they'd have you in solitary."

"There's the Harvest Festival this weekend. Attendance is mandatory. I'm going to use it as a cover. If you're willing to drive me to the station, I can make it worth your while." Wednesday said, and Tyler obliges.

"I'm in. And no charge. Consider it a freebie."

"Why? "

"Cause I wish I was going with you. At least one of us will get out of this hellhole town."

The First day of the Weekend begins with the Harvest Festival, a crowning achievement for Jericho and their very urban and more down to earth festival of carnival and games. Wednesday and Enid stand before each other, watching Tyler argue with his father.

"Are you sure you can trust that normie?"

"I trust that I can handle myself. I don't want you talking to her."

"Well, good luck and safe travels." Enid offers a hug, much to the chagrin of Wednesday. "Still not a hugger." Enid walks away, leaving Wednesday to escape, but as she turns around, a crow watches from a building, and (Y/n) sits calmly on a bench, drinking a soda. And Wednesday can tell.

"The Fool is following me, fortunately he makes it easy to point out." She says and they walk off. He stands up to follow but with all the sounds, his hearing cannot focus and he must console them eyes of another, but even then, it's not enough to go on, he halts as he gets a hint,  Wednesday breaks off from Tyler and chase someone into the forest. He begrudgingly attempts to give chase, listening to the sounds and impacts, what caught him off guard were the horrid screams of death and despair, he picks up the speed.

"Wednesday?! Wednesday!" He yells, he halts as he feels himself nearby something, he slams his cane against a tree and like a sonar, it brings it all to a picture, and more importantly the corpse lying on the ground and Wednesday nearby.

"... Wednesday.. what the Hell Happened?" He asked, she takes something and walks over to him.

"We don't have much time, and I'd rather discuss this without a corpse nearby, as much as that upsets me." She says, and the Boy sadly agrees, on the balcony of her dorm room, he gets most information.

"A monster? That killed Rowan? But there aren't any in Nevermore I can think of, but why was Rowan attacking you? How does this all connect?" He asks pacing around.

"I will need to do some investigating on my own, I can assume you and I share a common goal now. You wish to keep your Pet safe. And I want to understand why I am tied into this all." Wednesday explains, (Y/n) stops and turns to her.

"Again, not my Pet, and her safety is important to me, just as much as yours Wednesday."

"I can take care of myself."

"Obviously... I Never Said you couldn't, but it's never wrong to have someone who wants to help you." (Y/n) says. "I'll help because you're in danger, and I don't want my friends in danger.

"We're Not Friends."

"Not yet.. so, what all has happened?" (Y/n) asks.

"Let's see. I narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that my father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster. As much as it pains me to admit, mother was right."

"Right about what?" (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday responds.

"This school. I think I'm going to love it here." She says and has the smallest smirk on her face.

[beneathsakurashade]

why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) CH: 3 Am I (20 gen) the bad guy for burning water?

CH:1 CH: 2

After agreeing on going to McMousalds with your new pookie Riddle for your first date.  You need three things,

1. money

2. dinero

3. お金

    Because there was no way you in hell that you were going to ask Mrs. Rosehearts for money, especially not for fast food.  So that’s why you’re now in Crowley’s office watching as the man in the crow mask nods along to your desperate pleas.  “Ah, young love, very well Mx. Y/N!  In my graciousness, I shall lend you some money.  Alas, it is not much, but it shall suit your needs”.  He summons a short stack of cash on the desk.  You grab the stack like you’ve never set eyes on cash before, and thank your oh so gracious Headmage before securing your money in your pockets and running out of his office to your room.  Entering your room you hide your cash in your dresser, and pull out your notebook.  The notebook that you stole from a table in the Heartslabyul lounge, someone left a perfectly good notebook on an empty table, and it wasn’t stealing if you were gonna use it…right?  Well enough about wondering who would miss their notebook, you opened it to the first page to see your list.

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 <𝟹𝟹

[_] - 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢

[_] - 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

[_] - 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

[_] - 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝

[_] - 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚞’𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃!!!)

    Okay so maybe the last thing wasn’t very important in theory, but it was important to you, and lucky for you.  The blue twin-tailed virtual idol was right beside you, in all of her plushie that you-won-from-an-arcade-that-totally-didn’t-cost-you-fifteen-bucks- glory.  For some reason that you couldn’t figure out, the night you arrived here Cater (a ginger haired instagram Magicam user junior who was definitely into his classmate Trey, you could sense it).  Brought her to you, you remembered it like it was yesterday (it was actually two days ago but your dementia is setting in-) he knocked on Riddle and your shared room door and you opened it to see a student that Riddle had talked about holding the oh so familiar Miku plushie.  “Hiya! You must be Riddle’s new partner! Hope you’re up to the job, you’re prob wondering ‘Who’s this cute stranger?’  And while I’m sure that our Housewarden has given you all the deets about me, I’m Cater Diamond, Heartslabyul junior! -he hands you Miku- This little thing was found by a student near where you came here, so the Headmage assumed that it’s yours”.  You nod and thank him “Yea, she’s mine, I can’t believe that she’s the only thing that followed me here…guess she really is the number one princess in the world…” you smile nervously “Wait, does that mean you’re phoneless?” Cater gasps, and you’re not sure why he just acted like an Apple user when you tell them that you don’t use Android, but you’re stuck with a Disney Princess phone from the late 2010’s.  

    “I have to take you to get a new phone, there’s this super fresh place that I know that sells phones for cheap!” He smiles and you think stop…there’s no Squid Sisters reference there, STOP IT! Before nodding “Gotcha, I’ll probably take you up on that Cater”.  He checks the time and sighs “Welp, it’s almost curfew, can’t have Riddle catching any of us out after it.  Hope to see you soon!” You smile and wave as he leaves.  You flash back to the present and  sit down on a chair, scooting next to your desk, checking off the Money box and turn to your plushie, staring her in the eyes.  You could’ve sworn you saw the faintest gleam in her stitched eyes before you check off the Miku’s Blessing box.  Now you just need three things, a fancy outfit, and an alert, because McMousalds doesn’t take reservations.  

    You ponder where and how to acquire a fancy outfit, the stores would probably be far too out of your budget, maybe there was a student here who liked to design outfits?  Preferably for around $30?  You sigh at your poor prospects, and grab a bit of your cash, leaving your room with a dream and a low budget.  You leave your shared room and think to yourself about how you’ve never had time to actually explore Heartslabyul, and as you wander through the many halls and staircases.  You feel more akin to Alice in Wonderland than yourself.  Well, considering Heartslabyul’s history that wouldn’t be too far off… Like a child you find yourself drawn to the comforting smell of something baking.  A cake perhaps?  Or a dozen cookies?  You walk into the dorm’s kitchen and see a tall student, short green hair and yellow eyes hidden behind glasses, dressed in the Heartslabyul uniform, whom you recognized as Trey.  You already knew about Trey Clover, but he never seemed particularly interesting, he was a simple guy from a family of bakers you had a friend who loved him though.  "Hi...um...Trey right?" you say quietly, watching as he reads a recipe.  He turns around and smiles at you "Yup, that's me.  You're Y/N right?  It's great to finally meet you, sorry I couldn't meet you earlier, my family needed me back home for a few days".  You smile "It's alright, and yea.  I was wondering...where can I buy a nice outfit for cheap?" Trey pauses and looks away from the recipe, "Nice outfit for cheap...I have a friend who might be able to help you".

    What Trey didn't mention about his friend was that his friend was Vil Schoenheit.  A literal celebrity.  How and why the actual fuck did you keep meeting pretty people?  Wait...you could use these connections...hehe.  Wait, no, you have to get that outfit, don't get distracted.  You sit across from Vil in Pomefiore's lounge, fidgeting nervously with your fingers as the blonde, purple-eyed celebrity stares at you with disdain.  A friend of yours who had no idea what Twisted Wonderland was, called the Pomefiore trio, Vil, Rook, and Epel the Plastics.  Which was quite funny you had to admit.  But what isn't funny is this perfect faced, stunning guy staring you up and down like you're some roach that he came across on the sidewalk.  "This.  This is all that you can afford for your outfit? Thirty thaumarks?  How in the Sevens do you expect to impress your date?  Are you going to eat at a fast food place at the corner of the street as well?" he scoffs, practically offended that you brought such a measly amount in his presence.  "My bad, I wasn't expecting Crowley to be so fucking cheap- you pause as he glares at you and mutters something about what crude language- so flipping cheap, that he only gave me thirty for an outfit.  Also uh...no, we're going to a very nice place...trust".  Vil bites back a remark and sighs "Very well then, I'll buy you an outfit.  Consider it one of my gifts for your future wedding".  The two of you rise from your seats and you smile excitedly "Ohh am I gonna get some Gucci?  Or maybe some Prada?  Shi-I mean shoot, maybe even some Dior..." he shoots you a glare "Do not push it Y/N... How I pity Riddle".  The two of you walk to the front of the school, "Are we gonna have a Disney channel movie style makeover?" you say excited "I have no idea what that is".  He responds, muttering something about feeling like a mother with an overly hyper child.

    You two arrive at a store stocked with luxury brands that you don't recognize, the cheapest item that you can find is a couple hundred thaumarks.  You walk around the store while Vil shops and discusses things with the employees.  You stare curiously at the wallets, until you're tugged away to a dressing room by Vil.  Cue the trying outfits montage.  You leave the store in around two hours as your total adds up to a total of thirty thaumarks.  Holding your bags full of clothes, you say "How did you manage to get all this for thirty thaumarks?" he responds "Simple, my father and I frequent that store.  So the employees curry to our favor.  Also, I consider getting you that outfit my good deed for today".  You blank "that sound's like it's supposed to offend me in some way...".

    You text Riddle while you're in your room prepping for the date. 

my pookie ❤️

Y/N is online

Y/N: yooooo wsg?

Riddle is online

Riddle: Hello, pardon me, but what is 'wsg'?

Y/N: whats good ��

Riddle: I see, well, I am doing well. Thank you for asking.

Y/N: np <33

Riddle: Np?

Y/N: it means no problem ^^

Riddle: Oh, thank you.

Y/N: yea, anyways, i've got a fit for our date. i'm boutta be all dripped out. on skibidi 😌

Riddle: I'm not even going to attempt to translate that.

Y/N: iykyk

Riddle: ?

Y/N: if u know u know >:D

Riddle: Oh :o

Y/N: omg chat Riddle finally learned how to use emoticons 😨

Riddle: Cater showed me a few :).

Y/N: my boy is learning so fast, i'm so proud 😭✋

Riddle: Thank you?

Y/N: anyways i gtg, so ttyl pookie be ready by uh...5:30 p.m. >:3

Riddle: Alright, I shall be ready by that time :D.

Y/N: luv u <333

Riddle: ...

Y/N: did i say smthn wrong? 😭

Riddle: No... but, thank you

Riddle has gone offline

Y/N: tf just happened? 😭

Y/N has gone offline

    You wonder what you said to make him go offline so suddenly.  You tell all your friends that you love them, what made him suddenly leave?  Was it that no one ever said they loved him?  That was probably it... in any case you were all ready for your date.  The time was five o'clock, so that gave you time to kill, as you were already dressed in your outfit.  The anticipation was killing you. 

A/N: heyaa everyonee, here's the latest chapter, guys i promise the date scene is coming soon. KY is still going under some revisions, so i made this chapter a little longer as a present for u all <33. chat, i love riddle sm he's so cuteee (づ_ど). also help me plz, my sis is making me listen to every stray kids song 😭🙏

here's the miku plushie image, or like, u can imagine whatever Miku plushie u want idrc lol

[deathofacupid]

games // part one | peter parker

(the spacing is so weird... don't worry about it...)

masterlist to this here!

tw: underage drinking, angst kinda, mentions of sex and underage drug use, making out, y/n

just y/n

that's all i can say

kinda trash but whateverrr (i didn't really proofread-)

will probably have multiple parts that aren't that long?? idk

this one's 1.1k+ words

peter's p.o.v.

y/n stark had never fallen in love. she had everything she needed, all the money, right in the palm of her hand.

yes, she was smart. one of the top students at midtown high. her grades spelt that out. so why wasn't she doing anything with herself? why didn't she put effort into the things she did? why was she always making questionable decisons? smoking? drinking? parties? drugs and one-night stands? 

because she didn't care.

she didn't care simply since she would take over her father's company, anyways. no college or anything, simply a one-way ticket to be the c.e.o. of stark industries. that was her life plan.

plus hook-ups on weekends.

most nights were spent partying, drinking, and doing drugs. and the longest she'd ever dated a guy was 6 days (more or less).

to say the least, she had a reputation.

peter knew that, so he wasn't quite sure why he let himself fall in love with her, even though they'd never talked.

he glanced over to her figure that was slumped over her desk slightly, as she bit her lip in concentration. peter felt his heart beating a little faster.

"-once you finish that, turn it in. though," ms. cartwright paused, "you may, actually probably will, have to work with your partner outside of school to complete this. choose your person carefully, and don't forget, you have 'til wednesday. go ahead and find a partner."

"really, ms. cartwright? a project? aren't you supposed to be the cool teacher?" y/n quipped, not really meaning to make it sound like a joke, but some people, including himself, chuckled.

but peter's mood dropped again as he sighed, because he didn't have any friends in this class, so he prepared himself to plead the teacher to let him work alone.

suddenly, someone sat down next to him, making peter look up.

"hey, parker." his eyes immediately widened.

"oh! uh, h-hi, y/n."

she nodded briefly, "wanna partner up?"

"with- with me?" he asked, looking around.

"um, yes?" y/n raised an eyebrow. "who else?"

"right, right." it was awkward for a second, and he wanted to break the silence so bad. clearing his throat, "so i was thinking that we could do maybe... something for thermodynamic properties of atomic defects for quantum technologies? a model paired with a thesis, or, like, prediction for, uh, it, or," he looked up as he was writing to make sure she was still listening, "and add some sorta... emitter?"

"that's... actually really smart. maybe workshop on the defects part though, but i think we can make it work. let's blow them away, parker."

peter couldn't stop the grin that made it's way onto his face.

a girl was talking to him. a pretty girl. one that wasn't aunt may or mj. sure, yeah, it was for a group project, but still. 

it counted, he decided.

the rest of class was spent brainstorming, and then he felt a little sad once the bell rung and she had to leave, before that, though, y/n wrote her number on his paper, adding a little heart.

"wanna meet up after school? we can work on it and get it out of the way."

"yes, please!" he said, a little too happily, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "um, yeah, th- that's cool. i guess."

y/n laughed, and he decided it was the prettiest sound ever. "solid, babes." he froze momentarily, but he knew she didn't mean it sexually. but he still blushed, and y/n caught that but said nothing for his sake.

"'kay, see you then. text you the deets."

only aunt may ever used the word "deets," but when y/n said it, it sounded... cool, and it made him want to start using it, too.

he couldn't wait to brag to ned.

now who's the female-less dweeb?

his next period was lunch, so he could tell. ned. everything. peter was honestly still surprised that out of everyone in the whole classroom, she picked him.

unless she's using you for answers, a little voice rang at the his back of his head.

he shook it away. why would she need his help? or answers? y/n was equally smart, if not smarter.

right.

she came to me because i'm not 100% of a loser. i'm worth something as peter.

peter sat down at his normal seat on the lunchroom, right by ned.

"god, ned, you'll never believe it! ned, bro! guess, guess!"

"uh... the water fountain doesn't make the hallway smell like farts every time someone uses it because it's fixed now?"

"that... that was specific."

"hey, man, i gotta get water from somewhere."

"okay, well, either way, no."

"ooh! you- you... i don't know. just tell me!"

"alright, alright. get ready. are you ready now?"

"yeah! say it!"

"100% ready?"

"yes!"

"i got," peter started, pausing for dramatic effect, "a pretty girl's number!"

"really? no way!"

"and, and, it's not just any pretty girl! it's y/n! yeah! y/n stark!”

"no. way. oh my gosh, peter! that's insane!"

"i know, i know, i know!"

"so? now what?"

"what do you mean?"

"like... are you gonna meet up with her?"

"uh. maybe? i dunno. i've seen her at the tower, like, once."

"won't mr. stark," he shrugged, "not want you dating... his daughter?"

peter paused, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "i... don't think we're quite there, ned," he answered honestly.

he decided not to mention the fact that it was for a group project.

peter spent the rest of lunch tuning out ned and day-dreaming about her. and then when he got home, he stared at his phone. maybe he was waiting for a text from her?

it didn't matter. 

why would she willingly do that?

then another thought popped into his mind, was she waiting for him? 

that's stupid. there's no reason for her to wait. if she wanted to talk to me, she would've done so. 

but what if she is? then i should message her. 

wait, no, i can't look desperate!

maybe-

shut up conscious!

he felt so silly, stressing over such a small thing. but then again, this was high school. practically everything you said or did mattered. finally, he decided he'd text her first. 

peter: hi. it's|

the cursor blinked in front of him, mocking peter. he erased it and tried again. 

peter: hey, it's|

or did "hi" sound better? no, no, hey was cooler. but he didn't want her to think it was hey, because it wasn't hey. it was just hey. 

well, now he had another problem. "hey" didn't look like a word anymore. it looked like hay misspelled. peter dragged a hand down his face, frustrated. 

peter: hi y/n i'm hopelessly in love with you and overjoyed that you picked me to be your partner marry me now? please| 

that was most likely not better. 

he settled for, at last;

peter: hey, it's peter. when do you wanna meet up? 

delivered at 5:31

[ecargmura]

A Sign of Affection Episode 1 Review - Love Under The Silent Snow

This is actually a really good premise for a romance show! I really like it! It’s unique in that it’s a shoujo set in a college environment when the genre usually prefers high school love stories. The fact that it’s a love story between a hearing-impaired girl and her upperclassman who is a globetrotting backpacker is also interesting! I really liked what I saw in this first episode!

I know that there’s going to be a lot of comparisons to A Silent Voice, but A Sign Of Affection actually differs a lot despite sharing similar premises. Unlike A Silent Voice, being deaf isn’t all of Yuki Itose’s shtick as she has so much personality despite being reserved. While she cannot hear, she still loves cute things like clothes and objects; heck, the story starts with Yuki happy that she got a very cute dress for a good price. She’s not bullied for being deaf, nor is she treated as lesser for her disability. She’s an ordinary college student who just happens to be deaf. She communicates well with her friends and her schoolmates. She has a good relationship with her mom. She’s never seen as pitiful, which is a good thing as stories about disabilities shouldn’t be seen as pity-parties all the time; those with disadvantages can still live happy lives. While it defines her, it’s not who she is all the time. She’s not a poor girl who needs to be constantly saved by an able-bodied knight in shining armor; in fact, he only helped her once and she becomes infatuated that she’s the one going out of her way to get his deets. Yeah, get your man, Yuki! I do like that while her life is peaceful, she still has some ups and downs that aren’t dramatic like how her friend Rin had to explain to Kyouya, the cafe owner about Yuki’s disability, which Yuki catches on about, but doesn’t say anything. She knows that her disadvantages will always have these little minor aspects, and listening to her thoughts really makes me want to give her a hug.

I know that some people might question why Yuki has hearing aids, but cannot hear very well. Hearing aids don’t give deaf people complete hearing, just partial. Maybe Yuki is wearing them just so she can show people that she’s deaf and that it wouldn’t cause misunderstandings. Who knows? Like how people like carrying around devices that give them convenience and comfort, Yuki most likely does the same. Maybe she wears them because she’s comfortable doing so and it’s more of a habit than than anything. I hope this does get explained a bit in future chapters so that viewers won’t have to ask questions constantly.

Itsuomi Nagi is quite interesting as the male lead. He’s a globetrotting backpacker, meaning that he doesn’t like to stay at one place all the time. While he’s a college student, he likes going to foreign countries. Because of that, he’s familiar with different languages. His voice actor, Yu Miyazaki is actually proficient in English and it shows! The way he asked the guy on the train if he needed any help was actually good English, albeit a tad accent on the “need” part. Still, an English speaker like me approves of it! I do wonder if his wanderlust will be a source of conflict or if it’ll be a source of bonding between our leads. Personality-wise, Itsuomi doesn’t seem like a scumbag. However, he is a bit too touchy when it comes to Yuki and that does bother me a bit. Maybe because I don’t really like skinship and I value my personal space. I feel like this guy’s only flaw is that he’s too touchy and doesn’t respect Yuki’s personal boundaries. Other than that, I just hope he’s a nice guy. Please don’t make him turn out to be a red flag. Please…

Rin is actually a really good friend. She doesn’t pity Yuki and treats her like an equal. However, there is still a slight border between her and Yuki at times. She has a huge crush on Kyouya Nagi, the cafe owner and Itsuomi’s cousin. I want to see more of her; maybe her and Kyouya are the side couple that helps Yuki and Itsuomi get together?

However, that Oushi guy though… He gives off weird vibes. He saw Yuki running along all happily and he was like “What’s wrong with her?” I just hope he’s not that one jerk who treats Yuki as lesser due to her disability. He’s gonna be on my shit list if that happens. I can’t wait to see other characters too.

I really love the implementation of snow used in this episode. Yes, the ‘snow means love’ trope is a cliche, but damn it, it works. Heck, the kanji in Yuki’s name literally means snow. She’s her own ‘snow means love’ trope. I do love the symbolism of snow in a way. Snow falls down and it is a silent weather condition, much like how Yuki’s world is a silent one. Snow is also white and blank, meaning that Yuki’s white world can finally be full of color now that she met Itsuomi. Maybe I’m looking into this a bit too much.

The voice actors are so good. Sumire Morohoshi is finally a lead in a shoujo anime. She has a soft voice that works well for the reserved shoujo leads; she suits Yuki so well. Yu Miyazaki is actually a voice actor I’m not too familiar with, but I do like his voice. It sounds perfect for someone like him. Like, he doesn’t sound too young or too old. I also love that he can speak English too. I hope he can speak more later on! Other voice actors in this show are Kaede Hondo, who plays Rin—good choice for a rising star; Ryota Ohsaka voices Kyouya—he always has a nice voice that suits ikemen characters; Takeo Otsuka voices Oushi—I need to see more to evaluate more; Tasuku Hatanaka voices the hair salon guy—wait, what? I never knew Hatanaka could produce a voice like that. I usually associate him with his rather gravelly, gruff voice. That’s so cool. Anyways, I do wonder who else will be in the voice cast of this anime. I’m satisfied with the results.

Overall, I think this has the potential to be a great romance. I can’t wait to see what it has in store. If I really enjoy it once it finishes airing, I’ll definitely buy the manga! What are your thoughts on the first episode?

[kourabiedes]

I would love to hear more about Robin, specifically :3 Gimme deets, please!

Oh yeah I guess I should do that

In an out of universe sense, Robin is my particular brand of Juliana. I designed her to fit the experience I had with Scarlet... which basically involved me poking my nose into every. single. corner. of Paldea. She's a hiker, backpacker, and budding photographer, because all those things are what I spent the entirety of my playthrough doing. I think I got like forty hours in before I finally was convinced to stop fucking around and go for the non-Path of Legends badges. A lot of the DLC I did as wing-sister to @the-starkindler, who was playing Violet, and we developed a lengthy headcanon winding the two versions together using our respective characters -- you know, like an Emerald version. This bit is key because it means there are two bike-dragons running around Paldea and the Academy, instead of being represented by one fruit, is more of a basket of them. (Insert jokes here.)

I'm going to put a cut here, because I have a lot to say about my silly girl. Beware all who enter here, for there are OC headcanons afoot.

In-universe, Robin is an established student at the Naruva academy, in her second year, arriving sometime after the Team Star dust-up. She is Kalosian, from somewhere in the vague area of Anistar City (if you don't remember your Kalos locations, that's the place with the big red sundial). She's an introvert who grew up in a family of extroverts, and, as you can imagine, that need for a moment of peace fueled her early interest in backpacking. This got markedly worse when the little sisters started arriving. She has five younger sisters, all between the ages of eight and four at the time of her second year. For context, she's going on sixteen at that point.

(I love my little sister dearly, but she alone was almost enough to send me howling into the wilderness. Five of those? Yeah, Robin's a backpacking pro for a reason.)

At ten (because that's such a sane age to do this), Robin's mom nudged her out the door to do the traditional Kalos Gym circuit. Robin came home from that with a level 100 Espurr, several memory cards' worth of pictures of Kalos, and like, two badges. Her mom wasn't overly surprised.

This is kinda how Robin is. She doesn't want to be a powerful Trainer for the sake of being powerful. She makes herself strong so that she can easily do whatever it is she actually wants to do, which is See All The Things. She's not real worried about whether those Things are supposed to be Off-Limits or not, either. So, as you can imagine, she's fascinated by the stories of the mysterious and/or off-limits places of the world. Cerulean Cave. Mount Silver. Mirage Island. The Great Crater of Paldea.

So when her mom suggests Naruva Academy for her, well, she leaps at the chance. Mom figures hey, her kid may be a little odd, but she clearly has a way with Pokemon, and she's sharp, so send the kid to a good school and see what develops. Robin, on the other hand, is plotting her first Great Crater expedition within seconds of the conversation.

Does this mean she's in and out of the Great Crater a lot? Well, not really, though it's not for lack of trying. The Great Crater really is hard to get into without a flying Pokemon at the very least, and the strength of the wild Pokemon there is considerable. She never gets very far in before having to turn back for simple survival. Nevertheless, she's determined to see the bottom of it someday. (Also she does have to attend classes, which cuts into her exploring time severely. Gotta keep dem grades up or mom might pull her home! The grades net her a Tera Orb though, so hell yeah.)

One question that could be asked is, did she know the Paldea Pals before, since she's an established student? Well, yes and no. She knows of Arven, because the poor guy is utterly overshadowed at this point by his shitlord parents. She knows of Nemona -- there probably isn't anyone in the school who doesn't, to be utterly fair. She doesn't really have any opinion on either. They run in different circles, and the most she's interacted with either is whenever Nemona pounced on her looking for a battle. (Yes, she accepted. No, she never won!)

So how does she get pulled into the Scarlet story? Well, one weekend, while she was out chilling with her Pokemon in the wilds of Paldea, there was a really loud sonicboom overhead, and a few minutes later, a tired-looking red lizard Pokemon walked into her campsite. Like most people, she assumed he was a rare breed of Cyclizar at first, because who expects an ancient legendary Pokemon to just waltz into your life and ask for a sandwich? He's injured, but not badly, and she has the brilliant idea to take him back to the Academy with her and see if the teachers can help. She cuts her picnic short and does just that. No problem, right? Nothing life changing about that.

As you have no doubt guessed, the sonicboom was Miraidon fleeing the crater after being attacked by his nasty counterpart. Koraidon, in this melded universe, was brought over as well before <redacted>, and he and the Miraidon actually bonded and are buddies. When Mirai ran for his life, Kori tried to follow, but he's not as fast and had to land. (Miraidon has that jet butt, after all.)

From here, she gets enmeshed in the Scarlet and Violet storylines -- or, well, some of them anyway. The storylines are divided between her and Mirai's rider Alanna. They sort of swap between player one and player two frequently. Robin was involved the most with the DLC stories and Starfall Street. She was the one Ogerpon chose as a partner (maybe it was all that little sister experience!), and she ended up with Chien-Pao out of the four Treasures. (This is not quite as cool as it sounds. Pao just wants to PLAY. All the fuckin time.)

Let's see, what else. Oh, she has a massive crush on Perrin (unrequited), and though she starts out wanting to shove Carmine into the river, they bond over time and Robin kiiiinda thinks she's cute. (Does this count as Carmine x Juliana shipping? Probably not lmao)

Tl;dr, my Scarlet character is pretty fun.

[key2earth]

hi hello & happy happy opening! i'm blue & this is xie ziying, local night terror edward cullen haunting the halls of sua! art student, red hall girl gang stan, & proud owner of a pretty pair of pearly whites that she's putting to dentist unrecommended use outside of regular class hours! here's a barebones profile & more info / plots under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord & i’ll be there! 💗

*tw for discussion of blood is marked out in the intro with brackets!

info

addressing these first: her teeth r sharp & she drinks blood... the vamp allegations r true. ( /hj. u will see )

anyway!! she mostly lived a fairly normal life, insofar as having 3 outta 4 ( now 2 out of 3 ) of a family being anomalies would be normal? has a big bro in huitian but their abilities are as different as they come, so the anomaly gene sure is abnormal!

she's always been the black sheep of the family, but only in the way that someone who's unconditionally loved can act out? like deciding to play the violin when you come from a family of pianists, before abandoning that all together, & being the sibling whose teachers keep calling... but the point is. she's grown up being loved by her family, & that sense of self & safe harbour has pretty much tided her through what would otherwise have been some awful memories

those & her chompers it's hard to fight someone if they're willing 2 mike tyson u

speaking of teeth... they're sharp i'm not kidding! has nicked herself many times, but this was also how she figured out how her ability works. pure trial & error & teething pains

so how do those powers work? ( tw blood mention ) basically, a lil sip of blood gives her a power up! if it's her own blood, she gets physically stronger with enhanced condition. if that sip comes from someone else, she adopts/transforms into one property from them, though she doesn't get to choose which! ( tw end )

she's completely fine with her ability & down to use it when needed or entirely unnecessary, though the fact that the fun half of her power is a random grab bag is sometimes to her detriment. she knows this because she's gotten someone's sleep deprived mental state once when she wanted their cool colour-changing irises 💔

at sua bc they had really effective advertising & her grades + power combination was bad enough that she was applying to any college that might take her in. swears she didn't mean to tag along w huitian but she did apply to sua... so...

art student, which means being on her sixth can of bacchus at ass o clock & permanent eyebags, having the worst style intentionally & calling it avant goth

applied to be evo's treasurer but doesn't believe in 'the cause' or wtv that is. she j wanted to mooch money off them. its working!!

personality deets she's got that libra sun ( i see it i like it ) taurus moon ( i want it i got it ) scorpio rising ( goth ariana )! we're starting off goth, but she's unsrs about it. only emo 4 the aesthetics. might be a stoner gal & attends all the house parties when they have good greens. very chill & laidback, lowkey doesn't care about anything until it comes to her art or her ego, then her secret perfectionist self rears its big head! likes a good puzzle but would never help someone else solve one even if they were struggling. lives mostly in the twilight hours & naps thru class. could be spotted on your roof today!

chara inspos are sunny baudelaire, himiko toga if she had a loving family, vampire vibes really

plots

writing that intro has emptied my brain & i only have the usual suspects: besties, enemies, fwbs, exes! red hall hot girls & ppl she's pissing off at evo bc the funds keep disappearing

will update more but i love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗

[theselfshippingwitch]

Ray x Violet - A Christmas Romance - Saturday, November 25th

A dinner party for the Ghostbusters the Saturday after Thanksgiving

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"I'll get it!"

Violet, in her dark blue sweater and black jeans, opened the door to her and Ray's house. "Janine!"

"Hey, Violet. I brought the Broccoli casserole. It's my sister's recipe. Is my boyfriend still in your library?"

Egon had been working on some sort of research that required the books from Ray's private collection - the books he wasn't about to sell to just anyone who walked into the bookstore. "Presumably. I haven't actually seen him since yesterday morning." Violet took the casserole from Janine, and she took her coat off.

"I'd better go make sure he actually slept in the guest bedroom instead of at the desk again."

"Okay! I'll put this in the kitchen with Ray. He's just putting the finishing touches on his pumpkin pie!"

Violet brought the casserole to the kitchen, where Ray was wearing a white apron and matching chef's hat over his usual attire of a green sweatervest and gray slacks. "How goes it?" she asked.

"Well, I don't think it'll be as good as your mother's apple pie, but it's coming along."

She kissed his cheek. "Have I mentioned how cute you look in your little hat and apron?"

Ray blushed. "I would have remembered if you did."

The doorbell rang again. "I've got it. You keep working on dessert, handsome."

This time it was Louis at the door. "I brought the Turkey! You know, if you wait until Friday to buy it, they're selling it at half off! Do you believe it? I got the last one, it's only about five pounds, but I figure we'll have enough side dishes everyone will get enough food anyway!"

His girlfriend Layla came in after him. "I'm just really glad he didn't burn it. I'm proud of you, babe."

Winston came in next with his girlfriend, Cecile. Violet was ecstatic. "Cecile! Oh my gosh, it's been forever! How's the literature class going?"

"Fantastic! The students are wonderful this semester!" she said in her posh English accent. "But we'll have to see what happens when term papers come in. Where can I set up the charcuterie board?"

Winston gave Violet a tight hug. "Violet, hey girl, how's it going, how was your Thanksgiving? I bet Ray was happy to see your family again!"

Violet nodded. "He blends in so well with the men in my family, it's almost uncanny. And what about you? Specifically, you and Cecile. How was meeting her family?"

"Oh great, you know, you know..."

Next in was Steffi, Violet's personal assistant. "Hey, gorgeous. Good to see you again. I've got your half-caff mocha latte with soy milk and extra whipped cream."

"Steffi, you don't have to do that. You're not working for me right now, you're just here as my friend."

She gave Violet a look. "You know how my life falls apart when I'm not working."

"Hmm, okay. You know what you can do for me?" she leaned in and whispered, "Get the deets about Cecile and Winston's relationship while Cecile is still here. Winston is still holding out on the good stuff."

Steffi winked, and made her way over to Cecile.

Peter and Irina were the last to show up, with Irina's adoptive son Shannon in tow. He politely thanked Violet in his soft voice for hosting the event. Irina held up a large tray. "I brought stuffing! I made it with extra spicy sausage. Three different kinds. It's a family recipe." She grinned coyly, and her already sharp fangs seemed to grow sharper in the light from the chandelier.

Peter raised his glass at dinner. "To Violet. For having the idea to tell Slimer the party starts two hours after it actually started. For once, we can all eat a meal in peace!"

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x15

THESE AREN’T HIGHLIGHTS HANNA, I HAVE GLASS IN MY HAIR

Aria immediately scampers over and picks the glass out of Emily’s hair. Very cute

Hanna responds to everyone’s freakout by saying Isabel and Kate are moving to town. Girl, that is the least important drama in your life rn.

Emily says she has Caleb’s number so Hanna’s opinion doesn’t matter. Do Emily and Caleb hang out? I would like them to. Emily likes Caleb because he votes in favor of her suggestion of slashers for group movie nights.

Byron loses all points he gained with me last episode by taking his rage out on Aria’s outfit. (1) Your daughter has never dressed appropriately (2) It is very weird to jump from Aria/Ezra to Aria must be dressing slutty for the teachers at her high school, none of whom are Ezra

Did Spencer know she was going to make out with Toby when she went to go see him? Unclear, but it leads to another makeout->spy sequence for Spoby

Lucas is so obviously still into Hanna that this entire thing makes me cringe. He doesn’t have enough of a spine to say no to her. She can tell he doesn’t want to hang out with her but pushes him anyway. No one is appealing to me here, including Caleb randomly going “You’re a good man, Lucas”

I was relieved at the possibility of this being A-related and not friendzone related. 

Ella is ridiculously lax in letting Emily continue a makeup test on yet another day. Emily’s already seen the test! This is wild! 

Ella then asks Emily what else she doesn’t know about her daughter, though she does acknowledge she’s being unfair. 

I get distracted by the blackboard writing behind Ella, given that I’ve read The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter. Good book.

Emily: They’ve already made some memories on that couch in the living room 

Spencer: -looks aghast-

Emily: She—she didn’t tell you?

Spencer, horrified: That was my nana’s couch.

Back in the day Emily would sometimes get framed by fandom as being grossed out at having to hear about Haleb makeouts, because gay. Rewatch is definitely proving that wrong. Between her :D at relaying the above and that her response to Haleb banging in S1 was to ask Hanna when they’d get the chance to do it again, Emily is here to hear these deets and Hanna is here to share.

Spencer is not here to hear this shit or that it happened on her nana’s couch. Very funny to compare how horny Spencer is over Ezria to how uninterested in Haleb she is. I will have thoughts on Emily ships here in the future.

Anyway, Spencer does offer Hanna the lakehouse

The girls should tell Caleb at this point. He’s doing hacking work for them, if A is smart he would be at risk anyway, Caleb is not inclined to trust the authorities so he won’t spill. 

A doesn’t even send them messages going DON’T TELL CALEB BOOOO

Instead Caleb gets a surprise birthday party. Does Caleb even know any of these people? Does Caleb even like surprise parties? I feel like he’d just wanna hang out with his girlfriend and maybe their friends.

This will not be the last time on this show someone throws a surprise birthday party for their significant other while I frown in judgement. 

The Montgomeries continue to leave me with so many questions about their parenting. Byron storms into Ezra’s apartment without his wife or even telling her, Ella decides Aria/Ezra must be connected to Byron/Meredith. (Which again convinces me they never had an actual conversation about the affair while getting back together, they just got horny and decided, well, back to normal!)

Ella does not want to go to the police over Ezra. I’m...inclined to side with her. Less so about Aria’s reputation, because there are already rumours and the entire student body of Rosewood High, if not Hollis, knows about this. Just that uh, I don’t think it’s illegal for them to date, even if they were having sex that’s difficult to prove when Aria won’t co-operate. Little chance of Ezra facing consequences, more chance of cops being unhelpful.

You know what they could do that no one mentions? Talk to the school, which already should have been Ella’s responsibility as a teacher. Yeah, he’s not at Rosewood anymore but he has some kind of teaching certification, right? Get that shit off of him. Lower threshhold of evidence, ruin his reputation, incentivize Hollis to fire him too. 

Sorry I briefly imagined a world where Coach Fulton walked by one of those classrooms Ezria love to have dramatic conversations in and she goes WTF??? And straight to the principal. Because Coach Fulton would. 

Ella says something about how they raised Aria to be open-minded and I’m like Ella...girl...no...

Hanna stops by Ezra’s office to say she supports him. This is in-character, unfortunately

I completely forgot that the mystery caller was Lucas.

BTW, the contemporaneous podcast I listen to called this the Worst Crisis Hotline Ever and they are not wrong, the way this place is run.

Something I really appreciate about S2  is that we’ve gotten a lot of Spemily teaming up as the investigative leaders, really trying to push the investigation forward. They confront Hanna about Lucas together, and Hanna goes full denial.

Garrett whines to Toby like a crybaby about Toby’s step-sister dumping him. Toby looks at him like a guy who got crept on by said step-sister. 

Spencer says they have tiki torches left over from her dad’s 40th. I would love to know how that party went.

Lucas creeps Spencer out, who seems physically afraid of him. The way this episode and the next frame Lucas as a physical threat is interesting, in that all our previous A suspects have felt more imposing in attitude or stature. 

Byron and Ella think shoving an age-appropriate boy at Aria is the solution. Okay, I get that they’re trying to supervise Aria more, but why keep her away from her friends? They should get her to have her friends over sometimes at least so it feels less like a punishment.

Spencer is so happy to have Emily return to play buddy cop with her but oh no! Hanna’s on a boat! With Lucas! And then she uh hits him in the back of the head with an oar.

Spencer cradles Hanna for a while post-lake, I just think we should all note that. 

DUN DUN DUN A has fished out...Lucas’s shoe. Bummer, can’t eat that.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Okay so tell me about the bi-curious idiot looking for an apartment and having problems with the former/current tenant. (is this a Just like Heaven retelling? Or doth mine eyes perceive me? They just might, my brain is tired.) and I mean, tell me ALL about it! 👀🥹

hey! well no deceiving eyes on this is one: bi-curious (maybe no longer curious) boy looking for apartment or something in the city finds one to good to be true when he meets the former/current tenant

it's gonna be a loosely based just like heaven fic that @typicalopposite was supposed to discourage me from writing but of course she chose the other route lol

it does not have much yet other than me figuring out who was gonna be who and some basic plotting i have alex cast as David, Henry as Elizabeth I'm still attempting to figure out some major deets as to how it's gonna work with henry not being a med student/doctor so it has a long ways to go and is sitting way on the back burner - if it sees the light of day before xmas of this year i will be way surprised lol

here is what might be the opening bit of it - or at the very least the part that i had to get out of my head before i closed the doc when i started it lol

Alex has been looking at apartments for 3 weeks and every time the realtor assures him this is going to be the one, he’s convinced she hasn’t listened to a word he has said after the 3 they have looked at today. They are standing outside the last place and he’s seriously considering changing realtors, when piece of floating through the air lands on his leg. He bats it off and watches as it cirlces through the air and falls back to the earth landing on his face. He picks it off his face and is ready to toss it to the ground in disgust, littering laws that he is certain must exist in the city be damned, when he sees what it says. Wait – this is for a brownstone just across the street, he hands it to the realtor, sees her doubtful look and asks, “Can you please call and find out if this is still available.” Turns out it is available, and the realtor punches in the code on the door box, taking the key and handing it to Alex to open the door, while she is still talking to whoever is on the other end of the phone.

[082112]

Last week in Alaska. Yesterday I went about town and bought souvenirs and such and spent a ton (curse you, Sitka prices), went to the science center and bought 3 halibut plushies, got brunch with Jayden at Wildflour and talked about visiting her in Toronto, giggled about crossiants…

I ate alone at Beak and was the only patron while a Celtic music group riffed in the back (they sounded fantastic, they looked to mostly be over 50, they looked so happy and I was thinking wow life is just marvelous and music is a part of living well, and I ought to pick this up too, I’m excited for every year of my life!) and my food came out and it looked like Norwegian peasant food and I was SOOO PISSED. But it was actually amazing. The smoked salmon had a sweetness to it that was so good!

And I also visited Fate Accompli and said hi to Olivia again. Rachel (the owner) asked my name but recognized my face, and I chatted briefly with her and her husband Ken about moving to SF and leaving Sitka, spent a bit there, and as I was making to leave she gave me a hug and told me to come around if I was ever in town again. I was happy! It feels good to be seen and to be welcomed by other people. And Olivia is very soft and cute.

Afterwards I went to Mean Queen with Jazz and Ben and Rebecca, and then we went to the monthly grind, which is this music variety show in Sitka. It was John Denver themed, but it took me literally 20 minutes to realize that. It was cute!

Afterwards me and Jazz and Ben went back and played Brawlhalla.

It’s my last week in Sitka and I’m feeling all sorts of affection and nostalgia for the place and people now, and I know part of it is the heart wanting to like places before you leave and part of it is the brain seeing all the good things, finally, but it still is really nice nonetheless. And sometimes I’m like MY GOD I WANNA STAY FOR SPRING SEMESTER but I also think it’s good I’ve signed a job offer and am also gonna try out something new this spring too (moving to SF, SWE, industry, etc). And it’s good I’m leaving with affection and happiness for this place. I feel like I’m at a point where I’m happy with my experience here and glad I came without any of the haunting deep pains that I had in earlier weeks.

Two weeks ago now I took a walk with Caroline after a particularly awkward class where we were talking about communities and I burst out: I hate the community I grew up in! It was so racist and hurt me so deeply! And they don’t deserve my love or my time. I don’t want to help them! And that night I took a walk with her and talked about racism and what I experienced and all the weird things I do now (counting the frequency which I talk in classes as to not be perceived, worrying constantly if my teachers see me as a real human being and not an echo of another Asian student, because that’s happened so many times) and sobbed on the docks IN FRONT OF HER (humiliating) and said: I wish I could’ve resolved this cooly and in silence and told you all of this without crying, and impressed you with my maturity and strength and deep regard for human emotion and poeticism, but I just look stupid. And she said, well, it’s okay, and you impress me with your thoughtfulness instead, and I said, well, I wish I could monologue dramatically and cooly to you about the state of race and personal experience and whatever instead of crying my eyes out, and she said, I would hate that, so there’s that. And I feel better after doing that. Having shared it with one person after keeping it away for so long is, in a sense, like sharing it with the world.

And I texted deets: the main lesson I’ve learned here is that it’s good to live with yourself. Life is easier when you don’t hate yourself for who you are all the time, and honestly it’s so true, and I’m so great, I don’t deserve to hate myself all the time! I was thinking to myself walking back along the dock the other day about the me of high school, and monologuing internally: I was crusty and bad-postured and irritable and insecure and terrified and fluttery and prone to acne, and I was magnificent. I had so much heart and saw the world with illumination and joy and infinite potential. I was a magnificent person, not without flaws, but magnificent nonetheless.

I don’t think it’s possible to live a life without regrets. But I would like to look back on myself and see the good at every point in my life, because I think everyone deserves that alongside humility.

[cosmo-lexies]

Dylan Season 1 (4/7)

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6: Technically, I'm not eco-friendly

I continued my walk. There is an electric tower in the middle of the forest, which I used to rechange. It was a remote place, near a back road. No one can see me there.

My powers are absorption, accumulation, and transformation of almost any type of energy; kinetic, electric, thermal, radiation... I can liberate this energy in different ways, sometimes consciously and others unconsciously. For example, if anything makes contact with me, I create an equal and opposite force to protect myself. So if someone tries to throw hands and punch me, it's gonna feel like hitting a brick wall or something. I know it's mad cool.

I have limits like a battery, although this's not a problem usually. Around each month I need a good recharge. Solar power could work, but being a nudist is gonna make me any less noticeable. The fastest way, high voltage power.

I jumped until the part of the wires. You don't expect some spectacular. I touched the sub-transmission line for one sec. With this, I had sixty-nine kilovolts extra. I let myself fall slowly, thanks to my powers it seemed that I was floating. Maybe, I was pushing my limits, but I wasn't in overload, so no worries.

I returned to my aunt's house, but it was late. If I hadn't sprinted, I wouldn't have gotten in time. I had already dealt with a ton of drama that week. Tomas was watching TV in my room when I arrive.

"Hi Tomas," he turned around and glanced at me.

He made a grin, "Give me the lowdown. How did it go?"

"I don't feel like a slumber party."

"You never feel up to anything. Please, don't make me beg." He glanced at me with puppy eyes.

"Okey, the movie was well, I didn't get a lot of. It's not my type of movie, but the main actress is great, besides the photograph was ..."

"This's bulshit," he yelled. "Did you even get to first base?"

"Yo, you're hella rude," he continued to glance at me; he was waiting. I won't be able to dodge him unless I spill the deets, "Okey, okay, we kissed in the movie."

"Really, when will you date again?"

"Nah, not happening. She's fine as hell and brilliant, but I'm not ready for a relationship. This was our first and last date. I'm going to send a text to her tomorrow."

"You're a jerk," Elena said while going up the stairs. I don't know how long she has been there. "Let's summarize, you finally date a girl who fell in love with you since you move on. You were super nice and funny. When started the movie you and she kissed. Then you went into the bath, she gets nervous and you behave like a gentleman, her words, for me this is basic decency. And now you say that she doesn't like you and that you going to send a message, a fucking message."

Ohh shit, she was right. "Shit, I don't know, when? how? We only speak a few times," I babbled.

"Dylan, she comes here constantly, she always tries to speak with you and you're on the guest list every time she makes plans."

I drop onto my bed, " I thought she was trying to be nice to the new guy. I'm focused on my own; I'm not flirting with anyone. Ahhh!" I covered my face with a cushion to silence my frustration.

"This is the other thing. You're the mysterious new student, who's mad good-looking and friendly with everyone, but like, nobody really knows your deal. You have half high school in love because you seem like the main character of a teen romance movie."

"Not, I don't. Do I?" I said looking at Tomas

"She's right. My friend Alisa asked me if I could get her a date with you; and Ava, Mia, Harper, oh and Lucas when he came out a few months ago.  But, I don't understand the problem with Victoria, you never speak about one relationship," Tomas said.

"Be quiet little brother, this's a conversation for adults. I will explain to you what is the affective responsibility another day, meanwhile, you don't approach a girl," they started to argue.

They were bothering me. I fucked up, I shouldn't have listened to Andrew. They didn't stop arguing and I couldn't hear my own thoughts.

"Shut up both of you. I must speak with Victoria the Monday and explain it to her."

"Not, you will talk with her tomorrow, with time, not in a twenty-minute break. You will have a long conversation in which you explain your feelings and apologize to be a jerk, Why? because she is my friend, and if I have to choose between you and her, I'll kill you, Dylan Torres," she gave me a really angry and intense look like she was about to wreck me.

She had a point. Not only because she'd hate me but also because Victoria deserves a sincere conversation.

"I could meet with her at a party tomorrow night," I said in a lower voice and didn't want to botter more to Elena.

"I like it. First, you break her heart, and then I treat it with alcohol. I'm in. Who throws the party?"

"Jackson Lee, in his lake house,"

"Please, nooot," she said while huffing and puffing.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"Elena is been curving him since seventh grade, even though he had a crush on her," Tomas replied.

"What do you want? He doesn't want to date me. He wanna win over me as if I'm a prize or something. It's frustrating."

"I feel you," I said accidentally, my bad. They both gave me a look like they were hella interested. "I don't say anything, it's private."

"C'mon, mam, we wanna know. You never talk with us about anything of your past," Tomas insisted.

"This's not the issue," Elena said taking pity on me, "I go. I will sacrifice myself for Victoria, Tomas you should come,"

"Not, thank you. I have a D&D game at Peter's. Besides, I don't feel like being your distraction for Jackson."

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7: If you're on time, you're late

I was ready, but Elena was still in the shower. Time wasn't moving fast enough. I was nervous, and when I was nervous, I need movement. Waiting was eternal.

Tomas appeared in the corridor with a Viking hat and a plastic axe. I never tried D&D, but it seems interesting. How simple my life would be if my decision to make 'more teenager things' had been to play a role with Tomas.

"Do you go yet?" I asked him.

"Yes, the game will start in thirty minutes. I see that you don't go yet. I know Elene, she won't be ready until nine."

I sighed, "I don't want to wait so long. I will walk."

"But Lee's house is so far,"

"Not so far, I guess that it was three kilometers."

"Can you speak to me like a normal person?" it's funny that he thought the miles were 'normal'.

"Over one point eight miles," I said.

"It's too, besides you'd have to walk alone through the woods. It's more lit if you wait for Elene. Well, I'm dipping, see you later." He went downstairs.

Then Elena went out of the bathroom with a bathrobe. "Elena, I go yet. See you there?"

"Sure, send me the location. I see you later," and she gets in his room. She didn't look concerned about my solo hike.

I was listening to music on my phone until I arrived. The ride was over in a flash, especially because I used my powers to be faster. Sometimes, it's really hard to control these things. It's not my fault that people can't hit 15 km/h easily.

When I saw Lee's house, well, house is not the word, it's more like a mansion. I had heard that Jackson's parents had money, but I didn't imagine they have money at this level.

In the driveway was the friend of Jackson who was with him in the cinema. He was in a white pickup trying to down some beer barrels. I still didn't remember his name, but I was sure that we went to biology together.

"Do you need help?" I asked him

"Yes, thanks Dylan," shit he remembered my name. I looked at his face but nothing.

He picks up two barrels with difficulty. It was clear that he goes to the gym. His arm was like my leg, and I don't have thin legs.

He wasn't a heartthrob exactly; his hair was excessively engomido and his round face didn't help. His body on another side; although muscular isn't the type of body that girls love, it's the men's idea about the body that the girls love it. But, for some reason which I don't know what it's, I was hotter every time he flexed his biceps.

"Where do the barrels go?" I asked.

"It's a lot of weight, you take only one," I wasn't aware of his words; I was absorbed in my own thinking about other things about him. I took two barrels easily, and he stared surprised.

"What? I make something wrong." I asked, still didn't understand the situation.

"Not, it's, wow, you're stronger than you appear it,"

I had to make it look like I was lifting heavy loads. I always forget about which are my real physical capacities and which must be my capacities like a normal 16-years teen.

"Don't judge a book by its cover," I tried to muddle through.

"I see. Do you go to the gym?" we carried on our path.

"Nah, I'm doing my own exercise thing. You know, push-ups, running, sit-ups."

I wished that he didn't ask more, because I haven't made exercise out of PE class ever. And for me, PE is more like a theater class. My good form is mainly due to my powers. The benefit of your power can turn your caloric surplus into other things that it's not fat in an easy way is an extremely healthy and muscular body.

"By the way, why do you come?"

I didn't understand the question, he was there. "Jackson invited me."

"Yes, I know, but this's the fourth time that we invited you to our parties and you never come."

'Our parties', of course, 'our parties', he was Jackson's big brother, Percival. We went to Englis together. "I don't remember other invitations, Percival"

"Call me Percy; only my grandmother calls me Percival. And yes, for example, I invited you to another party for my birthday one month ago when we were in math class," okay, I perhaps have a problem remembering people and remembering classes. Maybe I need to speak with my psychologist about it.

"Well, parties aren't my thing. You know, a lot of people, noise, alcohol..."

"Then, what is your thing?"

I didn't know what to say; fortunately, we arrived at the backyard where Jackson was juggling fire with his hands while two girls were looking closely.

I wasn't moved, the fire powers are common between HEA, and although the flames were blue, this's less common. Anyway, my powers are rarer and more impressive, although it's not a competition. But if it was, I would win.

He said bye to the girls and came to help us out. He took one of my barrels, although I think that Percey needed more help than me.

"Hi, Dylan," he started to look around while we carried the barrels to the table. "How are you?"

"Great. If you're searching for my cousin, she arrived later," he made a disappointed face

"and so?"

"She was going to take an hour to be ready, and I don't have patience."

"I feel ya, bro. I have the same problem with Percy, he needs a lot of time to get pretty; for this reason, we prefer to organize the parties." He said trying to be funny.

"You're a real comedian," Percy said with a sarcastic tone. He left the barrels on the table and help me with mine. Then he went to the house.

"Well, we go prepare some things for the party. Enjoy it. See you later." Jackson said while following his brother. "Percy wait."

I took advantage of the situation and had a quick peek at Percy's back. At this moment I remembered the reason why I went to the party. And I felt guilty, I don't have to think of other people. After screwing up with Victoria, I should have learned my lesson.

[runningthroughthegarden]

being the new girl isn't too bad - xavier thorpe

Summary: You’re the new kid at Nevermore Academy and you’re dreading every second of it. Until you run into one boy who makes it just a little more bearable.

Word Count: 1,033

As you drive through the gates of Nevermore, your nerves begin to pick up. You come from an... interesting family. Not up there with the Addams, but just enough to get you kicked out of every school you've attended. Your parents had made an agreement with you that as soon as your telekinetic powers came in you would go straight to nevermore. You knew this day was coming but you didn't dread it any less.

Here's to new beginnings.

I guess.

-

You're packing your drawers when you hear a knock at the door. You set your clothes down to go answer. Swinging the door open you see a bubbling teenager with pink and blue hair.

"Hi!! I'm Enid" she exclaims practically jumping up and down.

You extend out your hand "y/n".

"So Thornhill sent me here just to help you get settled in. I totally think you're going to love it here!!" Enid says with a shining smile.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'm just a little nervous I guess" you share.

"Oh don't worry about it, that's why I'm here!! I'll show you around the school y'know give you all the deets. I practically know everything and everything about everyone here. You Included!! I mean... not in like a weird way. I just looked you up on the internet. Speaking of that I kind of stalked your insta and got you this CD. I saw you posted their music a lot." She says extending out a CD of your fav artist.

"No way this is sick thank you" you say, a smile spreading across your face.

"Of course, I am just so excited to have you here. I'll be back tomorrow morning to give you a tour of the school and everything" she says giddily while lunging for a hug.

You hug her back suddenly feeling 10x better than when you got here.

"Goodnight!! See you tomorrow bright and early!" Enid exclaims while leaving your room.

You stand there for a moment looking down at the brand-new CD in your hands.

"Maybe it isn't going to be too bad here" you say going back to your clothes with a smile plastered on your face.

-

You got up a little earlier than usual to get ready and prepare for the day ahead of you. You slip on your platform docs as you hear a knock at your door. You know it's Enid, so you quickly grab your backpack.

"Hey y/n! You ready?" Enid asks with her usual smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess" you say following her lead to the school grounds.

Enid takes you out to the quad showing you all the different outcast groups. You can feel dozens of eyes on you as you walk around.

"What is everyone staring at?" you ask Enid.

"You!" she answers.

"Why me?!" you say with a newfound sense of insecurity.

"Well, we don't usually get transfer students mid-year. Especially ones with telekinesis. Also, you're just super pretty" Enid says with a slight laugh.

"Off to a great start" you sigh. You stop to look around for a second when someone catches your eye.

"Hey Enid, who's that?"

"Oh, that's Xavier Thorpe. His dad is pretty famous. He doesn't exactly fit the family legacy but he's pretty cool" Enid says half uninterested.

Your eyes linger for just a few more moments watching the boy paint as Enid pulls you away to your first class.

The boy turns around just in time to watch Enid pulling you away. he was immediately intrigued by your presence.

-

You and Enid have different schedules for the second part of the day, so you had to navigate classes on your own.

Books in hand, you try and make your way to Thornhill's class. You were running late from being lost so you were speed walking trying to make it to class on time.

You sharply turn a corner colliding into something, or someone.

"Oh shoot I'm sorry" a voice exclaims as you bend down to pick up your books.

Both bending down to pick up your books you look up to apologize to the poor person you practically just body slammed.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes meet with his. Xavier Thorpe. You stare at him for a couple seconds, mouth dropped, not knowing what to say or do.

"Are you okay? Should I take you to the nurse?" Xavier questions with worry.

"Um... no yeah I'm good. Sorry" you say still a bit shaken.

Xavier chuckles giving you back your stack of books.

"Y'know you look cute when you're all flustered. I'd like to think I played a part in that" Xavier teases looking you up and down.

You stand there wide eyed.

"I-I sorry I should've been paying attention to where I was going" you say.

Xavier picks up a book from the top of your stack, flipping through the pages.

"Oh, that's just my sketchbook" you say slightly embarrassed.

"This butterfly is really good, but it looks like it's missing something." he smirks pulling out a pencil from his pocket. He scribbles for a moment while you study his face.

Why was this man so fucking gorgeous.

Xavier finishes whatever he was writing and hovers his hand over the drawing. The next moment the butterfly comes to life. Flapping its wings around your head. A smile spreads across your face as you watch the butterfly you drew fluttering around your face.

Xavier's eyes travel your face taking in all your features.

The butterfly lands back on the book and this time keeps its wings spread. As you peer down at the creature you see a phone number etched across its wing. You quickly look up at Xavier who's already looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"I suggest next time you walk a little slower or look where you're going" He teases, slowly walking away.

You stand there for a couple moments completely shocked by what just happened. The bell rings and you quickly enter the classroom, taking a seat. You can still feel the blush spread across your face.

It definitely isn't too bad here.

[lovetals]

a few little things

synopsis: a couple headcanons for certain twst characters that all involve you

characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, jack, vil, epel, malleus, and sebek

deets: gn! reader, fluff, ooc-ness

notes: ugh, writer’s block hit me like a bitch, but i managed to create a handful of hcs for some characters. i’ve wanted to do some twst content for quite awhile now and this is the only thing i can really label as finished lol. but this isn’t the spot to complain! i’d rather use this as a chance to ask for tips on how to get over writer’s block. so, uh… any suggestions? 👀 👉👈. i’m still open to requests btw—no guarantee that i’ll do it but maybe i’ll get something that sparks some inspo in me :p

riddle

❀ his invitations always extend out to you for any upcoming event at his dorm, which is usually an unbirthday party. there’s always a seat reserved for you when you arrive and it’s right beside him

❀ his voice is never loud when you’re around, he isn’t as harsh with his punishments when he catches a glimpse of you. this leads to ace hanging around you once he finds out just how much trouble he’s in (inadvertently pisses riddle off more because he gets a little jelly with how often you two hangout)

❀ as stated above, since riddle doesn’t yell at you that means he doesn’t punish you at all. his excuse for letting you off the hook is because you’re not a student in his dorm, but it’s hard to believe when the rules you break are one of the school’s, something everyone must follow regardless of your dorm

ace

❀ he usually has something for you to borrow when you need to. ace doesn’t always remember to bring a pencil to class, but on the off chance that he does he always brings two

❀ his teasing doesn’t stop, but he makes sure everyone else’s does. he’ll joke about how stupid the jacket you’re wearing looks but will immediately throw hands if someone else says it

❀ practically drapes himself over you when possible. you’ll just be standing there when ace slings an arm over your shoulders, resting his head against yours as he asks what you’re doing. when someone tries to do the same thing to you he’s immediately swatting them away, saying you don’t like physical touch as he takes their place

deuce

❀ your name always finds a way to show up in his messages to his mom. somehow, he finds a way to connect the topic to you and doesn’t realize it until his mom points it out. there’s a bit of a time gap between her last message and her son’s response when this happens

❀ similar to the one above, deuce lets you meet his mom whenever they talk on the phone. the first time you spoke on facetime she said you looked just as pretty as deuce described. his face burned so bright when you giggled at that

❀ when the two of you went to the museum to hangout deuce went ahead of time so that he could learn all the art pieces and statues so that he’d appear smart to you

leona

❀ leona takes no shit from anyone and he makes sure you don’t, too. if anyone tries to pull something on you he’s instantly on their ass; he might beat them up, too. he doesn’t tell you what he did, but you find out anyways because he scolds you for letting people try to walk all over you with dirt on his clothes

❀ his tail acts subconsciously, always wrapping itself around your arm or leg. he once told you to scram but you couldn’t because of the firm grip his tail had on your wrist

❀ he’s always listening to you even when it seems like he’s asleep. you’ll mention a cute shirt that you were considering to get to only find it on your front doorstep the next day. complaining about someone bugging you? they suddenly want nothing to do with you

jack

❀ he’s always looking out for you without realizing it. swears he isn’t doing it on purpose but you notice how often he stares at you

❀ he always analyzes the food his peers eat and this includes you. however, he actually gets you the food groups you’re missing on your plate rather than just pointing it out like he normally does. he just wants you to stay healthy (bonus: when he makes himself a meal he usually makes another for you)

❀ if your hands are cold he offers you to put them in his tail—only in private, though!!

vil

❀ instantly fixing you up as soon as he spots you. somehow, this man can find an issue with the way you dressed (your jacket is crooked, your hair isn’t brushed properly, etc.). it isn’t until one day when you show up dressed to vil’s standards that you find out why he’s doing this. he waltzes up to you and has his hand out, ready to fix something, when he stops and stares, analyzing you all over. his hand is moving from place to place until he finally settles on brushing something off your shoulder, looking more agitated than usual. couple minutes later, he’s snatching your hand as you both walk about

❀ he has to receive some physical touch from you daily hehe >:3c

❀ lowkey gets jealous when you seem attracted to someone else. vil can appreciate beauty but if you got heart eyes at someone wearing mismatched shoes he is instantly on you, saying you need to raise your standards and go for someone more beautiful and has a fashion sense—definitely someone with blond hair

epel

❀ his family asks so many questions about you and he’s so eager to answer. he tends to ask you the answer to some of these questions since they’re stuff he wouldn’t personally know. once asked you a string of questions that were kinda sus, but when he got to “what wedding theme would you have?” you blurted out, “epel is your family planning a wedding?” he wrote a lengthy letter back home after this

❀ he likes to subtly match with you. vil was the one to bring up the topic of people (normally couples) that match each other’s styles and while epel scoffed at this he started to think about it more and really wanted to match with you. he started off with some matching charms because no way in hell is he going to vil for anything

❀ your enemies are epel’s enemies. doesn’t matter what they did or if they’re kind to him, epel is training for the day he can beat them up. probably pins a picture of them on his punching bag

malleus

❀ he’d be so eager to share a bed with you, plans so many ways to make you share one. he was taught that only married people share a bed so if you guys shared one then logically you have to get married!

❀ when he learned that creating 1000 origami cranes would grant you a wish he made them in one sitting just so he could wish to spend the rest of eternity with you

❀ you know how being in clubs can excuse you from classes? well, ever since he learned this malleus had been trying to get you to join his club so that he can call you out of class when he wants to see you ^^ teachers can’t stop him if he says that it’s for club reasons hehe

sebek

❀ keeps a diary that documents what happened every day, he doesn’t skip any. most of his entries are just him singing high praises about malleus but slowly, your name begins to pop up. first, it only occurred once a month, then twice, then once a week until finally; your name popped up just as much as malleus’ does

❀ the contents about you are actually rather sweet, they were kinda mean at first but gradually you made your way up. he can never work up the nerve to compliment you naturally—sure, he praises you for getting a good score on a test, but i mean stuff like how pretty you look, or how gorgeous your eyes are, or how he wants to take your hand in marriage; so, ya know, basic stuff like that!

[citowon]

You’ve Got Mail! 🍒 Taichi Nanao

i’ve been sitting on this wip for monthssss... so glad i finally have it in a place where i feel a-ok to publish it!

word count: 4,329

tags: jealous reader, lowkey hurt/comfort, year 2 (no act 2 spoilers), gender neutral reader

“Reader!”

The voice was distant, but your shoulders relaxed as you recognized it instantly. That was just the kind of vibe Taichi Nanao emitted, the same energetic, carefree attitude he carried with him wherever he went, even though you noticed other students giving him annoyed glares as he sprinted through the sidewalk and to your side. “Reader! Hey hey hey hey hey, Reader! You’re not gonna believe this!”

“Um, hey! Scream in my ear again like that and I’ll go deaf before you even spill the deets.” Despite your teasing, you smiled as he caught up with your stride and sheepishly apologized. Your best friend’s energy was infectious, and you loved to see his sweet, goofy grin. “So, spill! What’s going on, Tai?”

He looked like a kicked puppy when you scolded him, but the second you asked you could see his face light up in high resolution real time. “Dude, seriously, you won’t believe this. It’s so cool! So I was about to nod off in Chemistry, it’s so hard, you know, but then my phone got a text, so I opened it, and then Mr. Kenta called on me for a question and I was so scared he was about to grab my phone before I even read anything, so I kinda beefed it and totally blanked but turns out, he just wanted someone to answer the question so I just passed.” He was breathless from his sprint to catch up with you, but spoke so quickly, you just knew he was over the moon about something. “Anyways, I look at my phone and, so, you know Omi, right?”

“Dorm mom guy? The beefy guy with the scar that makes cookies?”

“Yeah! We’re roomies! So earlier that day our director Izumi, we just call her Director, she’s such a cutie, she went to check the Mankai mailbox because our plays were already pretty cool but ever since the Winter guys creamed God Troupe we got suuuuper popular, it’s sick! We get so much fan mail now! I mean, I’ve only gotten four letters, and one of those doesn’t count because it was from my parents, and two of those are kinda iffy because they were addressed to the entire Autumn troupe, but like! Director finds this envelope addressed to me! Taichi Nanao! Not Autumn Troupe, me! So she gives it to Omi ‘cause he’s a total bro and he texted me-” He put on a fake deep voice and puffed out his chest here- “he texted me, ‘Hope you enjoyed the dumplings I made, blah blah blah, something about homework, you have mail!’ You know, because he saw how stoked I was with getting fan mail even though one of them was from my parents and two of them were for the troupe, not me, but anyways I was like, ‘Dude, that’s so awesome, you GOTTA take a pic’ and he was like ‘Uhhh, aren’t you in class right now’ and I was like ‘Yeah, if you count lunch as a class, and those dumplings were great’ and then I added a few dumpling emojis so I could distract him from the fact I was texting him at 2:46 in the afternoon. And I guess it worked because then he sends me this picture of a little white envelope, it’s kind of wide and short like those money envelopes, and I’m, like!” His mouth dropped into a wide O with a dramatic gasp. 

“So I’m sitting in Chem and I’m totally about to explode, it’s so exciting! I can’t even work, I’m just so into it, and I can’t resist the suspense until I get home, so I text Omi, ‘Do you want to be my best friend forever?’ And then he’s like, ‘Suuuuure? What do you need?’ And I’m like, ‘You KNOW what I need, I can’t stand it anymore, can you open the letter and take a picture of it?????’ And he’s like ‘Are you sure you don’t want to wait-‘ and I’m like ‘YES I’M SURE, open it open it open it! Please!!’

“Aren’t you worried he’ll read the letter?” You asked, and swallowed the worry rising in your throat. “Don’t you want to be the only guy to read it?”

“Oh, pffffft.” Taichi waved a hand in the air carelessly. “No worries! Omi’s awesome, way too chill to do that, and no offense to him, but he’s really oblivious. He’s a college kid and super sage, but he’s kind of stupid about that sort of thing. He’d probably just open the letter and then go back to cross-stitching or cooking or whatever he was doing at the moment.”

“Seriously, every time you talk about him I’m always shocked by how motherly that guy is.”

“Right? We all call him Ma. But so! He sends me a picture of the inside and- and guess what it was!”

You had a few working theories, one of them much likelier than the others, and you feared admitting to that one. So instead, you said, “You won a contest?”

“Nope!”

“Not even one of those 1,000,000th visitor contests that pop up on your computer?”

“Hey! I only clicked on those once, and I was like seven, I’m not gonna do it again! Guess again!”

“Scholarship information?”

“I’m a second-year.”

“Tax returns?”

Taichi gave you the most exhausted look he could muster. “Seriously?”

“Sorry, sorry, joking,” you said. “Was it a love letter?”

“Bingo!” He beamed and wiggled in delight, which was adorable, but despite his behavior you only felt dread. He swiped through his phone’s photo library. “Look! I have it saved. Look at her handwriting, it’s all loopy and pretty. That’s gotta mean she’s a total hottie, right?”

He shoved his phone into your hands. The letter was on crisp notebook paper with hearts doodled on the margins and a glittery magenta-gloss kiss planted on the bottom, and you looked down at it with disdain, but Taichi elbowed you, egging you on. You wanted nothing more than to put it away, pretend it was nothing, but he watched you so expectantly, and you didn’t want to hurt him, so you held the phone up and read. 

Dear Taichi,

I’m a huge fan of your work. That’s putting it lightly, I just love to watch you act, it puts a smile on my face, and it reminds me that I love you. I know we haven’t met, but I wish we did, and I hope we can. I want to be the girl you look for in the crowd, I want your eyes on me and only me. You’re incredibly talented and every time you step onto the stage it’s like I understand everything about what makes you unique. You’re so meek and when you get to snap it’s so amazing, and I’m reminded just how hot you are, you’re so adorably introverted and shy.

You glanced up from the phone at Taichi. He was giggling to himself, eyes shut tight with his mouth clamped into a curved line like he just ate sour candy. 

“She said I’m hoooot,” he sang. “Heheheh! I knew I’d get a girlfriend this year!”

You gave a low-effort snicker in response. He’s not shy at all, you thought bitterly. Before we were even friends, he kept pursuing me because he’s so outgoing, not meek. You don’t know him at all, and I hate that you think you do. Despite the gnarls growing in your heart, you continued.

It’s so cute, whenever you’re onstage I don’t even care about the play anymore, all I see is you. I’m totally captivated whether you’re in a hospital bed or in the yakuza. I envy Wolf and his motorcycle so much, I want your arms around me, no one else. I adore everything about you, I want to go with you everywhere. I can’t wait for next Autumn, because that means I get to see the boy that captured my heart and made it his own, and I can just eat you up.

Are you free next Saturday? I hope so, because I am. At 5 I’ll be at this Italian restaurant on the corner of Manor and Cateye Lane. Please go out with me, I can’t bear the thought of pouring all my feelings to you in this letter and getting stood up. I even attached my number to this letter so you can talk to me beforehand. I won’t tell you my name until we meet, though. So until then, I’ll just sign off like this;

Love, your secret admirer.

You sighed. The second you guessed it was a love letter, you were jealous, and you knew it, but the worst part was being unable to tell if the admirer was really good enough for Taichi or not. It ate you alive, made everyone seem like never enough, and you had no idea if your dislike stemmed from being a caring friend or a possessive one.

You’d really love to be something more than a friend, though, and every time you met up with Taichi it warmed your heart. He was pure sunshine and joy, and livened every dull class or boring walk. He was the guy that you could talk to for hours, and you did; you couldn’t even begin to count the nights where you both called late into the night talking about this or that, searching for comfort or a distraction or just a laugh. Taichi understood your insecurities and made them feel miniscule, because despite how awful you felt, he was still your closest friend, wasn’t he? And you’d do the same for him any day of the week. You remember being his only confidant when he sabotaged Autumn Troupe’s first performance, whispering advice and support as he cried tears of guilt laced with apologies. On closing night you reunited with him backstage and gave him the tightest hug you could muster. “See? You fixed it,” you said as the actor’s rush died down. “You did the right thing, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

This was why the admirer pissed you off. You glanced back at the looped print. “So adorably introverted and shy.” Taichi was the one that followed you around even when you wouldn’t give him the time of day, and his dreams of popularity pushed him to constantly meet new people. The stage was for expression, not confessions, and it disgusted you that some stranger had the audacity to say she knew everything about your longtime best friend.

Maybe your protectiveness made you a monster. Taichi had the right to pursue whoever he wanted, and so did this girl. But you worried for him. You didn’t have the courage to tell him the one secret you hid, and now you were paying the price. The fear that this girl would break his heart was unfathomable, and you never wanted to hear him cry again because someone else played him like a fiddle. 

But she was the one that asked him out, and his smile still hadn’t faded. 

“Adorbs,” you lied. “What do you think? About her, I mean?”

“She sounds soooo cute,” he said dreamily. The tips of his ears poked out of his hair, matching the cherry red dye as he spoke. “She wants to go to an Italian restaurant. That’s so classy and-!” He went wide-eyed. “Wait. Reader. Oh my god. What if we share the same plate of pasta. What if we pull a Lady and the Tramp?! That’d be so romantic. Man, I want it to be Saturday already!”

“Do what feels right, I guess. I mean, you only know her by a letter, right? I doubt you’ll get that far that fast.”

“Yeah, but still, it’s a date! I’m gonna go on a daaaaaate. A date a girl asked me out on. I’m so psyched!”

You nodded as you turned a corner into the entertainment district of Veludo Way. Mankai’s dorms were located around the outside of the sector, away from the glitzy theaters but still in the vicinity of any stray tourists. Somehow, all the play programmes ended up on these streets, crumpled and strewn by the wind despite the center being near spotless.

The entire time, Taichi was geeking out about his date while you tried your damndest to stay supportive. He didn’t deserve to feel guilty about something he was so overjoyed about, and while you couldn’t bear it, you let him keep talking about the admirer. 

“...And look at how she writes her lowercase d’s, the stem has a little loop, that’s so cute, I’m so obsessed! Is this what Masumi feels like all the time around Director-sensei? He was absolutely onto something. Love is real.”

“Do you mind if I ask something?” You asked as he hummed a happy little song. You hesitated for a moment. “You might not like it but I kind of need to ask.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Don’t take this too harshly, I don’t really want to ruin your mood or anything, it’s great to see you so happy. Really. It’s great. But are you actually interested in this person, or just having a relationship?”

“Well, obviously, it’s…” To your dismay, his delight sunk, and he met your eyes. “Hey, wait a sec. Reader, are you okay?”

“It’s more like, are you okay? Because I don’t want you to get hurt.” You felt your words freeze cold, but your blood was boiling. “She totally pegged you wrong. You’re not meek, and you’re not just- not just meant to be owned, you know? And maybe you don’t notice it but I do, she sounds so possessive. And that scares me for you because- because it just feels like she wants to date an actor she saw from afar, not the Taichi Nanao I know and love.”

You stared straight ahead and walked faster, ugly emotions rising and churning like lava underneath your skin, but your concerns were true. You were scared. The prospect of a partner molding and using Taichi was one of the greatest fears you had for your best friend and his pursuit of a love life, and regardless of how you felt romantically towards him, that would never change. Yes, maybe he’d always see you as no more than “one of the bros”, and that possibility stung, but you’d rather get rejected on loop by him than see him fall into an unhealthy relationship. 

You didn’t even need to turn to know Taichi sped up to keep up with you as his footfalls cracked the pavement. “Hey, hold on. You sound so out of it, are you okay?” 

“Mhm, but it doesn’t matter. Are you okay?”

“Um.” He pursed his lips into a tight, thin line. “I am, but I dunno. You’re not telling me something, and it’s seriously upsetting you, right? So you can tell me. We’re best friends! And I trust you.”

You felt something enclose your hand, and you looked down. Taichi wrapped his own hands around it, stubby fingers over your knuckles. “It feels awful seeing you so down, so if there’s anything I can do I want to be there for you!”

When you turned your head, you saw it; the ever-feared Look™. You were pretty sure Taichi didn’t even know he did the Look™. His big eyes squinted into a determined, pointed stare, as if it’d make him look tougher, but he looked like a kindergartener in defiance of naptime about to cry. “I don’t want to do anything that’d make my best friend uncomfortable!”

“Then don’t do that!” You snatched your hand away. “Don’t just- don’t do that. Not to me. Not when you’re about to go out with someone else.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s something I can’t have, Taichi! Because I already like you so much and it feels horrible to know that I can’t have that with you because you’ll only see me as a friend! It’s awful and the more I think about it the more impossible it seems and the dumber I feel for being like this and liking you. 

“But you don’t deserve that. You can make your own decisions. I don’t have any authority to tell you who and who not to pursue, and I just have to deal with that and my own stupid feelings on my own because that’s not a burden you deserve to shoulder.” 

Nails digging into your skin was what snapped you away from your outburst. Your hand formed a tight fist as you spoke, and in the silence that ensued, you let go and watched the tiny curves from your nails fade.

You didn’t hear a response, and you didn’t have the heart to look at Taichi for a reaction, either. You sighed, ran your hand against your face and through your hair. “I’m sorry, but that’s just the truth. And I know it’s such a dickish thing, but I know more than anyone how much it blows for pretty much everyone involved and I don’t want to hurt you so I just want to ignore it. It doesn’t matter. It’s whatever. I’m sorry.” 

More silence followed. You don’t remember the last time you felt so small and insignificant. The footsteps beside you ebbed to a stop and then there really wasn’t any sound other than wind whistling through the neighborhood trees.

So you steeled yourself and turned your face with a mask of neutrality as you spoke softly, “I mean, we’re still friends, right?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“What.” You raised an eyebrow as your indifference brewed into a storm of anger, disgust and embarrassment, and struggled to keep them contained. “You shouldn’t play with people’s emotions like that, Taichi,” you said coldly. “Do you really just want a partner so bad that you would just torment me like that?”

“No! I wouldn’t, that’s not what I meant!”

“So what do you mean?”

“I mean that I like you!”

“No you don’t,” you spat. “You don’t have to comfort me. That’s on me. And you don’t have to date me, either, just because you want someone doesn’t mean-”

“I don’t want someone, I want you! I spent this entire time trying to find someone else because I’ve liked you for forever and I didn’t want to kill our dynamic so I wanted to get over you!”

You watched him with wide, wavering eyes. He leaned forward and kept his eyes shut, face scrunched with determination as he forced himself to blurt it out. “And I don’t know, maybe the admirer’s a catch or not but I don’t care. Because if you-” he gulped. His cheeks went from rose pink to poppy. “If you like… if you like me, and I like you, t-then!”

“You like me?”

“How could I not? You’re always listening to me, and helping me clean up my messes, and you see the best in everything. And just being around you makes me feel so good. Like I can be myself and tell you anything.”

“Why are you so nice to me. Just so-” You covered your hot face with your hands. “Can I kiss you? I don’t know, is that too forward to ask? I really want to. Can I?”

He squeaked and nodded. “Yeah! I’d really like to-“

You watched his bright blue eyes glow even brighter as they snapped open and you did as you were told. Underneath your lips, you felt his mouth curve into a smile before he returned, pink lips against your chapstick, and with firmness that made you want more, more, more. 

But not yet. Not yet, when everything is so new and unexplored, and Taichi feels so perfectly soft. He’s very gentle with you, you realized; even while kissing you, his hands brushed against you tentatively, not quite sure where to put them. 

So you wrapped your arms around his neck and back, and hoped he got the message. The light touch at your nape confirmed it. 

You pull away after a minute that feels like a month, breathless. You glance at Taichi, and his tomato red face is the only thing keeping you from melting into ooze.

“That was nice,” he said, almost in a daze. It didn’t take a genius to notice he was staring at your lips. “I think I messed up? C-can I try again?”

“Yes,” you responded, a little too quickly. “Anytime. Yes.”

❖ bonus ❖

It took Taichi an embarrassingly long time to get his heart rate under control, even after you started the walk back home. 

He leaned against the front door and let his feet slide away until he sat down, hands covering his face and poking into his hair. His forehead still felt feverish, but he’d just have to make do. Everyone might get worried if he doesn’t enter soon. 

He fumbled for his house keys, prayed his voice wouldn’t crack, and entered. “Hey!”

“Hi, Taichi! Didn’t see you there!” Misumi chirped, despite standing right by the front window. Beside him, Kazunari swatted his arm.  

Also on the couch was Banri, Itaru, and Citron, phones in hand but all three turned to face him. The former spoke up first. “S’up. Anything happen today?”

“Maybe something you’d like to tell us?”

“Specifically animist?”

“What?”

Itaru tapped a finger against his chin. “This one’s hard, even for me. Animal? Analyst?” Taichi could swear Itaru’s eyes went from looking at the ceiling to staring straight at him. “Amorous?”

“Among Us?”

“Yes, that!” Citron raised a hand, and Itaru smacked it. Banri also went in for the high five, but Citron looked scandalized. “Not you. I cannot believe you think I would misunderstand Among Us,” he said sadly. 

Banri shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Meanwhile, Taichi was busy feigning laughter. “That’s really good! Did you guys rehearse that? That almost sounded planned!”

“Well, did anything happen today?” Rounding out the rest of the actors in the room was Azuma, holding a cup of tea and crossing his legs at the table, as photogenic as ever. Across him was an Omi with a massive teapot in his hands.  

Oh, jeez. Taichi would be the first to admit he’d love to show you off, but his head was still spinning from earlier events and boy, did he want to scream into a pillow. 

“Not really? Just getting through another day at school. Almost fell asleep in history, haha.” Taichi mentally kicked himself for that fake-ass chuckle. 

Azuma took a long sip of tea.

“I’m glad you’re catching up on sleep, but make sure you’re studying. Education is important,” Omi called as he poured himself a cup of tea. 

“You sure nothing happened?” Kazunari toyed with the brim of his fedora. “You seem kind of out of it.”

“What? No! Hahaha! I’m to-tally fine!” Taichi begged himself to stop fake-laughing just as the doorbell rang. “Oh! Cool! I’ll get that!”

“Yoink.” Misumi beat him to the punch. “Hello! Who’s this?”

“Oh, I recognize you! Captain Sky, right?”

Oh no. 

“That’s me! Can I help you? Oh, just so you know, we don’t do autographs while at home-”

“No autographs, sorry. But I’m looking for my favorite actor, Taichi? We were walking home together and he forgot this.”

Acting on an impulse he hasn’t felt since he was five, Taichi attempted to turn invisible. 

“Come in! He just came home. Taichi, say hi!”

As it turns out, every superhero comic he’s ever read about everyday people developing their powers in high-pressure situations was full of crap, because Misumi was looking at him dead in the eye while you approached. 

Whatever thoughts he had left, they all dissipated as you took his hand (!) and pressed his phone into it. 

“I forgot to give it back after I punched in the location for our date. Don’t forget, 7 on Friday evening, alright?”

“Alright,” he mumbled. He was focused on your hand against his. You did that! You initiated that! That means you really liked him!

You broke away, but your pinky clung onto his. You watched his dopey smile as you went in for a peck on the cheek. “See you then, Tai!”

“Mmwwuhuh- huh,” he said. 

But you were already out the door, saying your goodbyes and blowing him a kiss (a kiss! How adorable!) by the time he decided to use his words. 

The door shut with a creak, and all was silent. 

“Did we miss something?” Azuma asked, daintily placing his teacup on its saucer like he was watching golf. 

Then all hell broke loose. 

Kazu dove to noogie Taichi. “Way to go, doggo!”

“GJ.” Itaru was already back to rhythm gaming, but it was obvious he was holding back a laugh. 

“Congratulations, Taichi,” Omi said, the one normal person in the room. 

Taichi thanked him while smothered in a hug with Kazunari, the older puppy crying crocodile tears. “I can’t believe our Taicchan is all grown up now! You’re like a whole little man!”

“I’m seventeen,” he protested. Then he connected the dots. “Wait, were you guys watching that?!”

“We heard yelling and got concerned,” Omi clarified. “I didn’t know what was going on until Misumi answered the door.”

“I can’t believe you guys.”

“As a wise woman once said: ‘If you’ve got it, flaunt it,’” Citron recited. “Beyoncé, 2005.”

“I can’t believe you know Beyoncé lyrics but not the word for ‘amorous!’”

“I can’t believe Taichi’s the first one in this house to eat ass,” Banri said. 

“I am not eating ass, Banri!”

“Oh, my bad. Sorry for your loss.”

“NEO, seriously, quit it, you’re about to make me lose a full combo.”

“I’m going to my dorm!” Taichi cried. “I’m going to scream into a pillow and I’m never gonna talk to any of you ever again!”

“You don’t eat ass but you’re going to practice screaming? Who are you, DJ Khaled?”

Itaru loudly laughed, a full body cackle that doubled him over. His rhythm game chimed, and he panicked. “Fuck, my combo!”

“Like how Taichi’s fu-“

Taichi couldn’t run away from that tease fast enough. 🍒

[limitlessgojo]

The Truth Hurts, but does it really?

Kamo Noritoshi x F!Reader

This is Part 2 of the story.

Here is part 1

Extra: Kamo's POV

You quickly flew straight to the edge of the campus. Thank goodness it's covered in many trees at the border. You gently made your descent and jogged over to a small open field surrounded by trees. There were small bushes of roses here and there. Releasing your cursed technique, you sat down on a flat stone and breathed out a large sigh.

You took a moment to breathe and looked up to see the pink, orange, and blue sky. The sun was beginning to set. It's gorgeous. 'What in earth do I do now?! I just confessed to him didn't I? In front of like at least half the student body?!'

You can literally hear your pulse thundering against your eardrums with how furiously your heart is beating, both from the adrenaline of flying high up and the disaster that just happened.

You remembered the shock in Noritoshi's eyes. He didn't look so happy upon hearing the confession. 'I've gone and fcked up didn't I? How could I ever talk to him again?'. You finally decided to live a life of forgetting him. 'Okay. I'll definitely apologise. Not now but soon". What more can you do? Just do your best to put your feelings for him behind.

"Ahhhh, I wanna listen to BTS." You reached for your phone, only to realize it wasn't with you. Ah shit. What a day this was. You only wanted your phone, but even that was with Noritoshi-senpai.

You closed your eyes and sat quietly. About 10 to 15 minutes passed in silence. It was just you, the wind that you loved so much, the trees, and the darkening skies. Finally, your pulse slowed down to a steady beat. You could feel the fog from your head clearing up a bit more, your thoughts getting more organized as you began to compartmentalize.

You blew out a loud breath and sigh as you felt yourself getting hungry. You needed to go back soon, but you didn't have any courage to do so. The sun had already set, and the sky was turning darker by the second.

But just standing up and thinking about Noritoshi already makes your knees weak. You've always found it a bit harder to fall in love. But when you do, you completely find yourself devoted to that person.

"Why I am I like this?!!" You frustratedly pulled the roots of your hair. "Why indeed y/n". At the sound of your name, you whipped your head towards the source of the sound, only to find Noritoshi standing at the edge of the open clearing by the trees. He was damn good at hiding his presence.

Time froze. The harsh winds have transformed into a gentle breeze. You didn't dare breathe, just stared at him. Then remembered what you had to do. "I'm so sorry for earlier." You blurted out loud as you suddenly stood up.

Noritoshi's expression darkened. You felt yourself shiver and shrink into yourself. 'Ah, I made him more mad didn't I?". He walked towards you, while you slowly stepped backwards. "I didn't mean to confess- I mean, there was this cursed tool that Mai senpai had- and she and Momo senpai told me they wanted to help me look for my phone, but that was after I did what they-".

Your words were brought to a halt as your back hit the trunk of a tree. Noritoshi stopped just as you did. The sky grew dark and another awkward silence stretched between the two of you. He suddenly leaned down and sternly said, "Don't apologize".

What.

"Are you apologising because you like me? It makes me feel bad, like you're trying to take your confession back." He grumbled, confusing you further.

".... How did you even find me?"

"Your cursed energy is leaking everywhere, I could sense it from afar." He stated.

He was still frowning. You found yourself wanting to smooth out the lines on his face, so you cupped his cheek. The edges of his lips quirked up as you did so, and he leaned ever so slightly into your touch. You eyed his features, eventually settling on his lips. 'Does he like me back?'

Finding a burst of bravery, you looked up at him, straight into his eyes and confessed properly.

"Noritoshi senpai. I've liked you for a long time now. I think I more than like you, but I'm not sure if you feel the same way so...." You trailed off feeling more unsure by the second.

He leaned down, placing one hand above yours, and pressed in close to you until his half lidded eyes were all that you can see. You can feel his breath against your lips, only a centimeter apart from his. He smells so good and clean, like warm freshly laundered cotton sheets with fabric softener. You felt the tension seep away from your form as he finally murmured "I love you too", in response to your confession from earlier.

His lips pressed against yours as you closed your eyes. Warmth was all you could feel around you. Your head feels way too fuzzy like you're tucked in the softest blankets in the middle of winter.

You reached up and clasped your hands together behind the base of his neck, playing with the baby hairs there. He shivered then slid an arm around your waist with another hand behind your head, pulling you even closer to him.

His lips were so soft. You nibbled on his lower lip, and you felt him smile against you. He then pried your lips apart with his tongue and slipped it inside your mouth. This was your first kiss, so you just let him lead. Before long, you were running short of air, and you repeatedly patted his shoulder before he got the message and let go.

It was only then you realized how heavy Noritoshi was breathing as well, his face flushed red. Visible even in the dark. "Is it too fast for you?" He quietly asked. Even at a time like this, he is so thoughtful. "N-no, I'm fine." you replied as you stared back at him. He smiled as you brought your hands to his face. Kissing the tips of your fingers, then the inside of your wrist, he pulled you back and peppered kisses all over your face.

He pulled you down to the ground. You sat in his lap, making yourself comfortable before leaning back up to catch his lips. His hands felt hot and heavy, running down the side of your body, as if trying to convince himself that this is real. Noritoshi tasted too good. You were losing yourself in him.

He pulled down the collar of your uniform to suck the skin and leave love marks there, making you moan out and shiver.

"Senpai! I- I've never-". He stopped and kissed you on the forehead ever so gently. "Let's take it slow then love? I've never as well".

You stare at him, unbelieving. The man should have some experience with the way he made you so dizzy. "I'm telling the truth you know." He muttered, ears red.

It was then you realized that he was trying to put on a stronger front. So that he could take the lead and not seem awkward.

He brought his lips beside your ears as he nervously laughed, his breath making you shiver. 'Ah. Her ears and neck are her weak points' Noritoshi thought to himself.

"Be mine?" He asked you while kissing the side of your neck. "Yes I'm all yours. As long as you're mine too." You shook as he latched onto your weak spots. You pushed at his chest. "Can I get a bit of air?" You whispered. He smiled down at you, giving you a bit of space.

A distraction would be nice. "Here's your phone." he handed it to you. "Aaahhh you're the best Noritoshi senpai!!!" He leaned down once again pressing his lips to your ear as he whispered, "Didn't realize that you loved me more than you did BTS." (This man doesn't have any self control when it comes to you apparently).

For the millionth time that night, your brain just stopped functioning. You felt your cheeks heat up even more, realising that he saw the polaroid of both of you that was stuck to the back of the phone case. Just under the Suga photocard.

"Noritoshi senpai, I don't think I can handle anymore teasing." You weakly tried to push him off while he continued kissing your ear and neck. 'Has he always been this touchy??', you wondered.

"Toshi".

"Huh?" Now it was his turn to blush and fluster.

"I wanna call you Toshi, if you don't mind. Or darling?" You smiled up at him as you hug him tightly once more. He flushed REALLY BRIGHT RED upon hearing the term of endearment. 'He is so cute.' "Of course you can. Call me anything you want love", he snuggled against you, rubbing your cheeks together.

....

.. .

"Toshi, we need to go back now."

"Ah" he said. "Five more minutes". He dove back for more kisses. Who knew Kamo Noritoshi was just a fluffy teddy bear?

"Fine. But I'm the one flying us back, we need to hurry later." You pouted up at him, but he just gently smiled and kissed your pout away.

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Epilogue (Bonus after story scene)

Five minutes later, on the dot because Noritoshi is proper like that, he was holding onto you, as both of you flew back to the main building. "Oh bloody hell." You muttered as you could see Mai and Momo cheering and hooting from afar. "Nup, detour. Toshi! My room or yours?" You asked him. Putting your cursed technique in motion as you placed another invisible cloak over the both of you.

"Mine", he replied straight-faced as ever. "Y/N-CHAN you owe us deets tomorrow!!!" both girls yelled out loud as soon as they saw both of you disappear. "Oh my gosh, just ignore them Toshi." He laughed above you, still holding onto your shoulders. You both landed in front of the door to his room. "We should thank them for somehow helping us get together. But then again they're the types to hold it against us so best to not thank them." he said as you both entered his room.

Your heart kick-started another fast beat as you walked inside. You're alone, with your lover.

"I'm home" he said. You felt your eyes mist a bit. Oh how you loved him fiercely with all your heart, and now he's all yours. "Welcome home, Toshi".

~~~~~~~~~~

Second extra side scene:

Arata was still rummaging around, looking for your phone until he ended up in the common dining room. "Good evening Zenin senpai, Nishimiya senpai, have any of you seen y/n's phone? She misplaced it somewhere." He wheezed out.

"Noritoshi found it already, it's all good." Mai found herself laughing at the poor boy who was stressed out from you earlier, freaking out about losing your Lil Meow Meow or something. "Ahh, I can finally get some rest." Arata cried.

(yes reward the poor boy who looked for your phone for hours and still ended up empty handed, while Noritoshi somehow found it immediately).

Author's notes: Hope you enjoyed reading! This was originally intended as a one-shot. But it grew much longer than I expected so I made it a two-part. And now I can think of extending it for a bit longer. Or leaving it as it is.