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I was looking through my notes for Good Omens fanfiction, and realized almost every damn story includes Crowley having a baby.
There's the one where Heaven and Hell decide to use an angel baby carried by a demon as a diplomatic tool, leading into Crowley being protected by Michael, and them falling in love.
There's the one where she leaves her baby with Anathema and disappears, which triggers all the following events - from the search, to Aziraphale's trial, and everything else.
There's the one where she has to supply the new Antichrist, which leads to her and Lucifer falling in love, and her being crowned the Queen of Hell. (Well, this one is really two stories set in different timelines, in the second one the "baby" is like 27)
In the one inspired by a dream, she does have a baby eventually, but that's far from the worst thing that happens to her. Gabriel's treatment of her after is... How the Hell will I write this damn thing if I can't even think about it.
There's no baby in the one where she gets tortured with diluted holy water.
I see I have no storyline with male Crowley just yet... Fine, that's not true. I do have some thoughts for Crowley x Fem!Lucifer... It could include a new Antichrist, too. And, Crowley wouldn't be the pregnant one for once. But, dealing with pregnant Lucifer would probably be even scarier.
#diary pages#writing journal#fanfiction writer#ao3 writer#good omens fanfiction#good omens fandom#crowley#good omens crowley#lady crowley#fem!crowley#writers on tumblr#writer life#ffs what's with me and torturing miss/mr. snake#she's either pregnant or she's in some horrible situation or actually it's both#yes i feel damn guilty for doing that but i can't help it#in first two bullet points the dad is aziraphale but he screws up (without even knowing it) so michael steps in...#in the first one and not immediately as a love interest at first just as a protector#don't worry she's in on using the kid for politics and crowley know's there's drama#the second i'd rather not spoil because of the detective/investigation plot#hey but she chose michael herself she was supposed to be with hastur#in the antichrist one all is obvious and honestly it's one of those “good for her” stories for crowley#but in the time jump she is kind of riddled with worry for maxine fearing she'll burn out and so on#grr the dream storyline... the dad is gabriel and don't worry in the end she ditches him i can spoil that this story is so heavy#this story is the ugly crowing jewel of my frustration with crowley saving aziraphale over and over again#what she does to protect him here almost ends up killing her or breaking her it's... seriously no idea how i'll write it#i'm also worried people will think i'm romanticising it when it's supposed to leave the reader sickened like i am#no comment on the holy water thing rn it's a simple hurtfic that develops into a survivor - the previous one is survivor in the end too#i haven't given too much thought for the crowley/f!lucifer but it should be good#fr hell would be so frustrated she chose this moron as her king consort but could do nothing about it#her pregnant would be SCARY - she's terrifying already... well terrifying and to die for
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you ever see someone so stupid
#sorry but i'm legitimately losing braincells doing this group assignment#yeah it's my fault for procrastinating but has no one in this group ever done a parenthetical citation before.#my grade is going to crash and burn and fall in a ditch and there's nothing I can do about it#how can someone even write this bad like. i didn't even know turning in work of this caliber was possible#insert that one tumblr post saying the bar was so low it was a tripping hazard in hell yet here you are limbo dancing with the devil#that's how i feel right now
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there’s a part of me that wants to ask for harrringrove content recs for people who don’t like harringrove bc while thankfully i’m basically back to neutral on it i still have a lotta “ugh” surrounding it from the advent of the ship that i’m still fighting from when i genuinely almost shipped it. but i just got fucking bombarded by so much of it that i couldn’t escape bc no one tagged, got exposed to the just shittiest “boil the white boys down to caricatures and make them kiss” shit that reminded me too much of other fandoms and bad experiences in rp around it to really get into it and it’s still haunting my exp around it.
like i only recently opted to even become a vocal billy stan bc i remember when i got into stranger things i was still rping on here and you’d see people be like “billy’s/pro-billy people do not interact” and the rp comm on here was already so toxic and ready to callout and cancel you for the smallest shit so i just.... didn’t lol. for years.
but i also at times feel like the only billy stan who isn’t into harringrove and the billy tag can at times just feel like harringrove pt 2. so i feel a bit like i’m standing out front of chuck e cheese in the rain watching everyone have a good time.
i’d love to give it a shot again bc i have literally years of distance between me and my bad experiences with people who made me so iffy with it, i can understand the appeal and i wanna see more of that if just to appreciate people’s work. also like, despite the fact i could write a thousand page essay on why billy is god’s most perfect little boy i cannot fathom a world where steve’s into him lol like how???? when??? i would love to see how people get us there. a steve harrington who’s into billy??? i wanna study him in a lab.
but also if i just wander in on my own and pick up a fic on my own i might hit up against all the shit i don’t like and scuttle back into my cave for another decade.
#train.txt#like all my issues w/ the ship are either the complains i have about all popular gay ships on tumblr#(you know the ones and you know the type who do them)#or like no one TAGGED SHIT and i COULDN'T SEE MY MEMES or people around me who were just shit you know?#and sadly i have a brain that stores the ambient negativity around something with the thing lol rip#i have similar issues to the 'can't fathom x is into y' when i write my own characters too lol it's just a general issue i have sometimes#so i'd LOVE to see how ppl make it all work but sadly i cannot look at most things bc i might doom myself#also i'm REALLY iffy on a lotta variations on fanon!billy and steve. especially fanon!billy#he's just not.......... scrunkly enough you know? like sometimes i skim the x readers in the tag bc they're there and i'm just like#nope not billy he's too nice or he wasn't gross enough. he didn't crawl out of a ditch blaring dio it's not billy enough try again
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Hello I’m new here (tumblr) and idk if I’m doing this right but hi!
Your fics first came up with regulus and moon water so I’ve been binge reading your fics :), I was wondering if you would write Sirius x reader?
Where like Sirius is like head over heels for reader and it’s just him talking to the marauders about her because she’s like on prefect duties so he misses her.
If not that’s fine.
hahaha lovesick Siri is my kryptonite - thanks for your request; here's a cute little baby blurb <3
please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.
lovesick!Sirius Black x fem!reader who's on prefect rounds and he's upset about it
“So….why exactly is Padfoot pouting right now?” Peter asked cautiously as he shed off his bookbag and sat down to watch James and Remus’ game of wizard chess as Sirius hung upside down from a grandfather chair looking awfully contemplative.
“His bird ditched him for some other bloke.” James muttered without raising his head.
Sirius scoffed dramatically and shot James what was probably supposed to be a withering glare, but was significantly diminished from his current upside-downness.
“First of all, do not call my darling girl a bird. Second of all, she did not ditch me for another man, she has prefect rounds with Regulus.”
“The better of the Black brothers; good for her.” Remus commented; dodging a throw pillow lobbed at him from Sirius without moving his attention from the board.
“What? You think you’re going to die if she’s not here to stroke your ego, Pads?” James asked teasingly.
“I might.” Sirius responded earnestly.
The other three Marauders groaned.
“You’re all just jealous you don’t know what it’s like to be in love.” Sirius accused as he repositioned himself upright in the chair.
Remus and James both turned to give him unimpressed glares.
“You’re nearly as bad as Prongs now.” Peter muttered, earning him indignant “oi!”’s from both James and Sirius.
“I can’t help it if she’s the best thing to ever happen to me, Wormy.” Sirius pouted.
“I am sitting right here.” James grumbled.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re a close second, Prongs.”
“She can’t be that great if she willingly puts up with you.” Remus commented, causing Sirius to launch himself out of the grandfather chair and onto Remus’ back.
“You take that back right now! My girl is the sweetest, most angelic, lovely person in the whole wide world and we’re all better for it.”
“Oh my gods, okay, okay. Merlin’s tits you’re wild.” Remus muttered as he bodily shoved Sirius off of his person.
“I can’t believe she puts up with you if this is what you’re like around her.” Peter commented, earning him a laugh from James.
“Oh, you should see it, Worms. She reduces him to nothing but a soppy lovesick smile whenever she’s around; no more feral Pads, he’s right docile with her.”
Sirius stared between his three friends with his mouth hanging open, face painted in a look of pure betrayal.
“See, this is why I spend so much time with her; she’d never treat me like this.”
“And yet, here you are.” Remus taunted.
Sirius stood quickly as he scoffed derisively. “Fine. I’m going to go hang out with her; at least then I’ll know I’m wanted.”
No one said anything as Sirius dramatically stormed out of the portrait hole and the Gryffindor common room once again returned to its appropriate volume.
“His logic is flawed if he thinks Regulus wants him anywhere near them during their rounds.” Peter commented, causing James to groan.
“Reg’s gonna hex him into oblivion if he disrupts their prefect duties again.” The Headboy groaned.
Remus let out a long suffering sigh as he stood from his long since abandoned chess game and made for the portrait hole.“I’ll go play interference…again.”
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black fluff#sirius black drabble#sirius black blurb#sirius black ficlet#ellecdc fics
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Just thoughts
(A platonic break-up-song inspired poem to help me sort through my feelings)
Why did you lead me on
Instead of just leaving me alone
It’s not too much to ask of you the truth
But here we are
What’s stopping you from saying to my face where I went wrong
We’ve gone sour and stale
But In a moment I’ll belong to you again
Just a word from you again
Is enough for me to crumble in your hands
Let me in, hold me inside your heart again
Please grip a little tighter
So I can slip right through your hands
A little tighter
So I can finally see how it all ends
Your aching heart
It looked chilly
Frozen just like your shoulder turned away from me
Sent shivers down my spine
Every time you seemed colder
So I fanned a flame, praying on my knees
But you put dirt on my fire as you walked all over me
You called me a ray of sunshine
Thought you needed light in your life
So I stuck around waiting to be wanted
I guess I dug my own grave
You were quick to lay in it
Why were you always so quick to breathe your last breath?
Can you take a little time for me?
Just a little bit of time inside your head
Can you take some time to spend with me?
Remember? Or respond?
Am I just something you forget?
You’re a skeleton in my closet
A ghost that never haunted
A funeral I never got invited to
I guess you dug your own grave
And now I am rolling in it
How does it feel to mourn the friends we could’ve been?
I’m still waiting for your answer to the messages I’ve sent
But I think it hurts worse with you
Because I know you haven’t read them yet
Is this naivety or trust?
I guess you take them both for granted
And you’ll get your reward every time
Because you know that I’ll belong to you again
With just a word from you again
It’s enough for me to crumble where I stand
Let me out, oh let me down gently my friend
#poetry#writing#writeblr#creative nonfiction#free verse#part of the poem I left out since it messed up the rythm was#‘you were my brother - my buddy - my man up on the stands - black spade to my bleeding heart - how come you seemed to always know my hand?’#I knew he was emotionally unavailable but did that stop little ol autistic me? nope!#lol is this sharing too much rip#blocked on tumblr by one friend#ditched and lied to by another#and now being ghosted by mr ghost man himself#he’s a really great guy and was there for me a LOT last year but now he’s just a lurker :/#I’m just tired of him apologizing every two or three months about not responding to my messages since it’s like bruh#just tell me if ya don’t wanna be besties ya know#I don’t know these things I just take you for your word buddy my bro#anyway#poems#poetblr#actually autistic#aspie things#sad girl hours
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canon barricade boys as they’re introduced
honestly reading this part of the brick is basically reading a list of headcannons off tumblr but i digress
Enjolras
…a charming young man who was capable of being a terror.
- essentially both a nerd and a jock
- very very pretty
- cares about justice, not women
- his speech can be harsh and intense
Combeferre
He was learned and a purist, precise, eclectic, hard-thinking, and at the same time imaginative ‘to the point of fantasy’, his friends said.
- very close with Enjolras, and really balances his out
- believes that education is really important in society
- gentle, and while he could fight would rather not
Jehan
Jean Prouvaire was a lover; he cherished a pot of flowers, played the flute, wrote verses, loved the people…
- learned Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew to be able to read poetry
- likes to walk through meadows of wild flowers
- he likes to contemplate social issues and the immensity of the heavens
- kind in a way that kindness is like greatness
- an only child
- awkward and shy and fearless
Feuilly
There is no more powerful eloquence than that of indignation based on true conviction, and his was the power that he possessed.
- makes fans
- an orphan - he likes to say that his country took the place of his mother
- he taught himself how to read and write
- affectionate and warm hearted
- is really passionate about issues beyond France (greece, poland, hungary, etc)
Courfeyrac
He possessed that youthful ardour that may be termed the infernal beauty of the spirit.
- ditched the de part of de Courfeyrac because it was too bougie and he wanted to be like lafayette
- he’s essentially the heart of the revolution
- he’s “decent” (victor hugo did him dirty here)
Bahorel
He was a born agitator: that is to say, he enjoyed nothing more than a quarel except a rebellion, and nothing more than a rebellion except a revolution.
- wears crimson waistcoats
- connected the ABC to other groups
- his motto is “no lawyers”, he would literally button up his coat every time he walked by the law school to avoid ‘contamination’
- he has no regular habits but likes to stroll through paris and go to different cafes
Bossuet
Bossuet was a cheerful but unlucky young man, notable for the fact that he succeeded in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at everything.
- so very bald
- he’s poor, as in basically always broke but still finds a way to squander money when he can
- merry and cheerful and good humoured
- studying law
- couch surfs, but mostly lives with Joly
- bald
Joly
For the rest, he was the gayest of them all.
- med student
- disabled and uses a cane
- jolly and eccentric
Grantaire
Grantaire was a young man who made a point of believing in nothing.
- goes by R because of grand R (aka capital R because he’s such a nerd)
- knows where all the best alcohol is
- so fucking ugly
- a boxer, gymnast and dancer
- completely and utterly in love with Enjolras
#enjolras#combeferre#jehan prouvaire#feuilly#courfeyrac#bahorel#bossuet#joly#grantaire#enjoltaire#les miserables#les mis#les mis headcannons
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Hell is forever | Lute x F!Reader
i’ve become obsessed w Hazbin Hotel recently and well where’s better to write than Tumblr!
I also love x readers and Lute so this is a fun time xx
i also haven’t written in a WHILE so this is not my best work but i promise im better xx
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CW: swearing, sexual comments
Lute was an interesting person, she wasn’t typically the type of person you’d get in with. But since meeting her & Adam, you are sure that your life has improved… to an extent.
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“Hey, Y/N! Don’t you think Lute would so much better with less on?” Adam teases as you walk into his office “Adam, you are going to be the first man with no dick if you don’t shut up.” Y/N deadpans, plopping down beside Lute on the couch
“You’re no fun, Y/N” Adam complains, throwing his head back with a groan “I just know that if I agree with you, Lute is very much able to fuck me up.”
You know of the exterminations, and you know Lutes body count. Being on her bad side is not something you wanted.
“Please, Lute’s too busy st-“ Adam is cut off with a yelp as Lute throws something at him “Shut up, Adam.” She hisses, glaring daggers at him “Fine fine” He mutters, flipping her off as you look between them in confusion
“So what happened in Hell?” You decide to ask, knowing the extermination had happened just a week prior. “Well we had a talk with Lucifers bitch daughter today.” Adam begins in a rant about how “Charles” decided to talk about how she wants the exterminations gone and some bullshit hotel
“She seriously thinks sinners can be redeemed?” Y/N questions, leaning forward “What does Sera think about this?” Adam scoffs, rolling his eyes
“she doesn’t know, it’s not like it’s going to cause problems anyways.”
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Adam was wrong. It was definitely going to cause problems, but that wasn’t her issue. So, she continued on with her day while waiting for the time to come when she’d meet Lute for lunch.
“Sorry!” A voice exclaims as Y/N feels someone crash into her “Fuck!” She yelps out, quickly spinning around to be met with two demons and Emily, the seraphim of joy.
The h/c girl quickly straightens up “Seraphim Emily! What… are you doing here?” She splutters out, glancing nervously at the demons “Oh hush, Y/N. You know you can call me Em when Sera isn’t around” Emily informs the girl with a happy smile.
“Right well.. Em, what is.. going on?” She questions the seraphim, still glancing between the demons “Right! This is Charlie and Vaggie! They’re representatives from Hell!” The girl cheerfully explains
Y/N’s eyes widen “Holy crap! You’re the princess aren’t you?” She asks Charlie, whose face flushes “Yep, that’s me..!” She says awkwardly before taking Vaggies hand in hers “This is my girlfriend, Vaggie” She introduces with a soft smile
Y/N grins “I knew gay people went to he-“ She’s cut off by Emily wacking her lightly “I’m kidding! That’s sick, congrats” She says softly, fluttering her wings
“So, you here about this.. hotel thing?” Y/N questions, crossing her arms together “How do you know about that?” Emily quizzes the girl who pauses for a second “Uh, Lute told me!” She quickly states, rubbing her arm
Emily’s eyes widen “please tell me you two are-“ Before Emily can continue, Y/N spots Lute approaching the four “Respectfully, your majesty please stop” Y/N hisses out as Lute reaches them
“Y/N, where have you been?” Lute asks the girl, anger clear in her voice “Sorry, I ran into these lovely girls and you know how I feel about ditching people” Y/N states innocently, smirking at the anger in Lutes eyes “And you know how I feel about waiting, finish up here and meet me in my office.” Is all the taller girl says before departing
“She seems.. nice.” Charlie says after a few moments of silence “Oh she is, I just don’t think she likes demons” Y/N comments, she knew Emily was unaware of the exterminations and she was not about to admit that she knew to anyone.
“I’m not sure why, you two are lovely” Emily pouts, causing Charlie and Vaggie to give her light smiles “But uh, I better go.. Lute will be a pain if I keep her waiting much longer” She says, excusing herself as she bids farewell to the trio and makes her way to Lute’s office
“Hey..” Y/N says awkwardly, walking into the unlit office before being slammed against the now shut door “I can’t believe you!” Lute exclaims, glaring down at Y/N
“What did I do?” The girl yelps out, feeling the pain rush to her wings “You’re talking with Vaggie! Of all people!” Suddenly everything made sense.
Lute was always fighting for Adam’s favouritism with Vaggie. She was better than Vaggie in every way, but until Vaggies betrayal Adam couldn’t see it.
Since then, the girl had some serious issues with abandonment.
“Oh cmon Lute! You know I don’t care about that failure” Y/N tries to reassure as she feels Lutes heavy breathing hit her face “I only care about you, I promise” Y/N says softly as she notices Lutes eyes soften
“Sorry.” Lute mutters, still holding Y/N against the door “I know a way you can make it up to me” Y/N mumbles, looking down at Lutes lips before glancing back up at her eyes which were wide in surprise before slowly leaning down and capturing the angels lips.
Y/N quickly reciprocates the kiss, wrapping her arms around Lutes neck and pulling her closer, desperate to have the girl closer to her.
But before anymore could be done, Adam suddenly barges in knocking the two away from each other
“The trials starting, come on.”
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@wip i have a tumblr feature suggestion!!
Right now, Twitter (or whatever it’s called now) is the only social app that allows PRIVATE ACCOUNTS (instagram doesn’t count because you can’t have text posts. You expect me to post an image every time I want to vent? Facebook also doesn’t count because I hate it.)
I know we have the ability currently to make our side blogs private, but here’s the issue with that for me:
1. They can’t be FOLLOWED, you can apparently only add “members” to the blog.
2. I thought I had more points but really it keeps coming back to the fact that they can’t be followed. I don’t want to put in a password every time I want to check in on a friend. The convenience of making your own private blog and following your friends’ private blogs cannot be overstated. It’s the ONE THING that’s keeping me attached to twitter.
What’s so great about having a private blog?
Safety. Toggle your blog to “Private” in Visibility settings if you need a breather from outside attention. Only your followers will be able to see any new posts you make. Old posts will still be visible outside your blog however, similar to when a blog is deactivated I assume.
Friends-only space. Sharing thoughts and art with only a few close friends is more comfortable for a lot of people.
Actual privacy. Even if you have 0 followers, even if you don’t use tags, the tumblr search will still pull up any word used in the post itself, meaning if someone searches the right thing, your posts could still show up to anyone. Setting your blog to private would remove this concern.
Journaling. Private twitters are nice, but a private tumblr? Getting to write out a BIG LENGTHY RANT for only close friends? Hell yea
Keep explicit content away from those who don’t want to see it. Setting a blog to private is a great way to keep certain art and writings out of easily reachable spaces.
Another bridged gap between twitter and tumblr. Ok listen. I’m not necessarily advocating for every twitter user to join tumblr. But I know that’s something the tumblr staff is interested in, so I’m adding it here for that reason. I for one would ditch twitter in a heartbeat if I could have a private blog, and would probably have an easier time convincing some straggling friends to join for a feature like this. Just sayin
I also made some quick and sloppy mockups
Anyway i guess that’s the gist of it
If anyone has anything to add pls feel free. I really want a private blog LMAO
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Stobin Different First Meeting AU where they go to prom together. This was meant to be an au post and turned into a mini fic oops (written completely within a tumblr post so sorry for the poor quality)
(edit: realized I should link the fic I was inspired by for those who don't follow me and so didn't see me reblog it earlier)
Steve doesn't necessarily want to go to prom, right? Like yeah, he'd been imagining it for a while, but now that he was very, very single it just didn't have the same shine that it used to. And he really wasn't ready to start dating yet. However, he didn't want to just, not go to prom, and also knew it would seem really weird (and pretty fucking sad) if he didn't go.
Which leaves him in a conundrum.
He thought for a while that maybe he would go with one of the junior cheerleaders. While he didn't have any close friends anymore, he was still friendly with plenty of people. There were girls that wouldn't be going to prom unless they had a senior boyfriend - some he had even gone on dates with in the past who wouldn't think a single prom date meant that he wanted a new girlfriend.
However, he is pretty sure most of those girls would have... other expectations for the night. And honestly? He isn't quite sure that he was ready to get back on that horse either.
... Not that he thought women were horses.
He's pretty sure men are normally the ones called horses in riding metaphors.
Anyway.
That left him stuck. He couldn't just not go to prom, but also didn't want to wind up trapped on an actual date with someone. So who could he ask?
His solution ended up coming from an odd place.
Robin Buckley was... quite honestly, kind of a weirdo.
She was cute, in an alternative sort of way. She never took any of his shit (he wasn't completely sure she even liked him) but also reluctantly laughed at the snarky shit he said under his breath during their Film History class. And not in the fake giggly way girls did when they were flirting, but didn't actually care about what he was saying, just the way he said it. She actually seemed to think he was funny. Even if that revelation seemed to piss her off.
The only reason he was even in Film History that semester - and therefore, knew who she was - was for the easy A. He got to watch movies in class, and watch movies for homework. He was willing to plow through a couple of shitty essays in exchange for a class that he didn't feel like a complete idiot in.
(Well, he was pretty sure Robin thought he was an idiot about movies, but just because he had trouble remembering the names and shit of characters, didn't mean he couldn't analyze the themes, fuck you very much, Buckley.)
They had gotten assigned a project together early on, and it hadn't been completely terrible. She had quickly taken over doing most of the writing portions, but hadn't thought all of his ideas were terrible. By the end of the project he thought they were even sort of having fun together.
He'd always been one to try his luck, take a little more than he was given. So, after that assignment was over, he started sitting next to her in class, not wanting that easy, if sharp, camaraderie to end. Robin rolled her eyes at him and asked him what he thought he was doing the first time he did it, but she never sent him away.
They ended up chatting more and more during down times, passing notes to each other and sharing sly comments under their breaths during the movies. Steve often had trouble paying attention at school, his mind easily wandering away, and it was almost as bad during most movies, but Robin helped keep him on track.
The class turned into one that was done for the easy grade, a last ditch effort to improve his already hopeless GPA, and became one he actually enjoyed.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of going to prom with Robin. It made the night seem a little less unbearable.
He thought about making a big deal out of asking her, because he knows that's what girls (and even Nancy) had enjoyed for past dances. He quickly scrapped that idea, however, because not only did he not want to put pressure on her like that, but also she seemed to hate public spectacles like that.
Or at least when aimed at her, they both enjoyed watching drama unfold in the halls a bit too much to say she hated it completely.
So Steve waits until the end of the day, their film class being their last, to pull her into an empty classroom. She follows him without question in a show of trust he didn't realize she had in him. The notion warms him, and for some reason makes it more difficult to get the question out.
"Why do I feel like you're about to try to sell me drugs or something?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He squints at her in offense.
"Why is that your first assumption?!"
"I don't know! Why else are you pulling me out of the hallway all secretive like, making sure no one followed us, into an abandoned classroom," she asks, throwing her arms into the air.
"The classroom isn't abandoned, it's the end of the day! Also, who does drug deals on campus, that's just stupid?" He asks rhetorically, before waving one hand through the air, as if trying to erase the current thread of conversation. "That doesn't matter, you're distracting me."
"Well then, get on with it! Some of us have practice we need to get to."
"It's like talking to the kids," he mutters to himself, "Whatever. I wanted to ask - will you go to prom with me?"
That stops Robin up short. There's panic in her eyes now, though Steve isn't sure what exactly put it there. Was his reputation that bad that even band geeks are terrified of getting asked out by him?
"You want to go on a date? With me?" she asks slowly, disbelief coloring her voice, though it doesn't hide her unease.
"No, I want to go to prom with you," he scoffs, "Not go on a date with you."
"That is a date, dingus! The person you go to prom with is literally called your date!"
"Okay, sure, maybe, but I don't actually want to date you," he said, rolling his eyes at her.
Like, okay, he understood his reputation for being... what did she call him last week? A 'huge effing rake'? But that didn't mean that he was trying to date any girl that looked in his direction. A lot of girls looked in his direction. That was too many women, even for him.
Robin relaxes a little at that.
"Then why are you asking me to prom instead of someone you actually want to date?"
"Because!" he says, resisting the urge to flail his hands back at her. "I don't want to date anyone right now. Most people I ask are going to expect all these things from me - they're going to want dinner, and at the very least a kiss at the end of the night if not more, or another date the very next day. Because Steve Harrington is supposed to want those things!" He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair to calm himself. "But right now? I really don't."
"Well then, what does Steve the Hair Harrington actually want?" She had relaxed fully at this point, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
"I want to go to prom with someone I consider a friend, someone who makes me laugh," he says after a moment of silence. "I want to dance badly to really corny pop music and drink just enough spiked punch that I don't remember how much I hate wearing any sort of tie. Then I want to go get milkshakes or go see a really trashy midnight horror flick, just because I'm having so much fun I don't want the night to end."
That small smile has grown into a reluctant grin on Robin's face. It makes her eyes shine and her freckles pop. Steve thought that if he was in a better place, if they had met at a different time, he could have fallen in love with her.
But they had met now instead, in some shitty public school elective course, and she was the closest thing he had to a friend that wasn't a snotty middle schooler.
"That sounds... like a lot of fun, actually," she says, mischief sparking on her face. "Who would've known the hidden depths hidden behind all that hair."
"Hey!" he protests half-heartedly, unable to keep a grin of his own off his face. "So what do you say? Wanna go to prom with me?"
"I guess," she sighs, acting like it was such a trial to go to prom with him. Him! But her next words make up for it. "Since we're friends, and all. However, I still expect you to buy me dinner, though you can keep the kiss goodnight to yourself."
Steve can't help the giddy laugh from spilling out of him. For the first time in weeks, he is actually looking forward to prom.
#stobin#platonic stobin#st fic rec#mini fic#steve#robin#my writing#writing tag#this was got out of hand#all of the stuff about prom is pulled loosely from my own experiences with prom#both from it being seniors only (juniors at my school had their own dance) to what people did after prom#(i went to two proms and one group went and saw a bad horror movie after prom and i went to a diner with the other group)#also this is barely editted so there is some weird tense switches in here im sorry!#this wasnt meant to be an actual fic i had just meant to throw out the idea of steve asking robin to his prom#and steves voice got away from me quick#this was inspired by the fic i reblogged earlier today about steve taking robin to her prom
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A Baker's Dozen - Seven
Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stand alone short stories, all set in the same bakery.
Hello!
Javi P got a lot of attention last week, both his visit to the bakery and for the many Pickled Peña fics he starred in. Thank you so much for all the lovely comments! It really means more than you probably reaslise! It's been a rough week and I feel lucky to have found a great community here and to have found so much fun and enjoyment in writing to keep my mind off things.
This week's Pedro boy is dedicated to my lovely friend @secretelephanttattoo who is not only an amazing writer, but also one of the best people I've meet on Tumblr. Love you ❤
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Working in a bakery almost every day means you pick up on people’s habits, whether they come into the shop or not. You know the bookshop owner across the streets always arrives ten minutes late on Tuesdays. The bodega owner next to your bakery always picks up his dry cleaning on Fridays and the dry cleaning lady always throws out her trash on Thursday evening. And you know that the cute guy with a dimpled smile always walks past your shop at about eight forty-five every weekday morning.
He hasn’t always walked past, it started just a few weeks ago, but now it’s routine. You’d first noticed him when he stumbled over something on the sidewalk, smacking his hand against your window to keep his balance, and making you jump. He’d given you an apologetic smile, that’s how you know he’s got a deep dimple on his left cheek. And a really, really, great smile.
The next morning you noticed him again as he glanced in through the window and smiled, a quick wave as he hurried down the street. And the same thing the next morning and then it was a routine. Around eight forty-five, between customers, you’d keep glancing over at the window until you see him walk past in his well fitted business suit, always a tie flapping in the breeze. He has a routine with those too you notice; a blue tartan pattern on Mondays, slate gray on Tuesdays, navy blue with white dots on Wednesday and the then tartan one again on Thursdays before he ditches the ties on Fridays. You wouldn’t go as far as saying that seeing him is the highlight of your day, but when one day he doesn’t pass by, you notice. And when the rest of the week passes and he doesn’t show up at all, you feel a little bit sad, even though you never even spoke with him.
Monday morning, eight thirty, and you’re working your way through the morning rush, serving coffee and selling croissants and cinnamon rolls, he suddenly appears again. But this time he’s in front of your counter, holding on to a credit card as he smiles down at you.
“Hi,” he says, the dimple deep in his cheek, “I thought it was about time I stopped by and said hello properly.”
“Hi,” you say, a little breathless, he’s even cuter, and handsome, up close, and you’re suddenly very aware of your shiny face, straggly hair and stained apron.
“I’m Marcus, Marcus Pike,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’m the creepy guy who slams into your window and never comes inside.”
“Hi Marcus,” you reply, taking his hand, hoping yours isn’t too sweaty and clammy, “I’m the creepy baker who stares at you every morning.”
He laughs at that, a warm sound that makes your spine tingle as his eyes crinkle at the corners, a wide smile making another dimple pop on his cheek.
“I guess we need to be less creepy then,” he chuckles, “maybe I can start by buying a coffee like a normal customer?”
“That sounds like a good start,” you smile back at him, “what would you like?”
“A cappuccino, please,” he glances up at the coffee menu behind you.
“Coming right up, anything else?” You motion at the fresh croissants and pain au chocolat piled up on the counter and he looks at them with longing.
“I would love too, really…but my job, we’ve got this fitness test thing in a few weeks and I’ve got to be in shape for that. That’s why I started walking to work, instead of taking the metro.”
“Come back when the test is done then, if you pass, it’ll be on the house,” you wink at him over your shoulder as you start preparing his cappuccino.
“Now there’s the motivation I need,” Marcus laughs, stepping back and glancing over the selection inside the display cases, “But you don’t have my favorite I think.”
“No? What’s your favorite then?” you ask, “No, wait, don’t tell me, let me guess.”
“Ok,” Marucs smiles as you hand him the cappuccino in a takeaway cup,” what’s my favorite?”
You look him up and down, and he grins and takes a step back so that you can see all of him, holding out his arms and giving you a little spin.
“Hmm…business suit, always a tie, well polished shoes and a job that requires fitness tests…” you hum, enjoying the chance he’s given you at properly taking him in. His suit stretches almost tight over his broad shoulders, hugging his biceps, and when he holds out his arms, the shirt underneath hangs on for dear life. The suit jacket lifts up over his butt as he turns and you’re given the privilege of eyeing it for the first time. It’s just as cute as the rest of him and you have to mentally chastise yourself for ogling.
“What’s your guess?” he smiles, coming to a stop in front of you again.
“Carrot cake, but you wipe off the frosting to stay healthy,” you say and he manages to look both cute, amused and offended at the same time.
“No way, I would never sacrifice the frosting!” he says, pretending to be insulted as he grins, “but nice try, I really like carrot cake, but it’s not my favorite.”
“Hmm…maybe-”
“No,” he interrupts you with a wave of his hand, “you get only one guess per day, you can guess again tomorrow.” He gives you a warm smile and as he taps his credit card to pay for the coffee.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, keep guessing,” he says, stepping aside to let the man who’s just stepped into the shop approach the counter. With a final wave he disappears out through the door.
The next morning he turns up again, as the morning rush dies down, and orders another cappuccino.
“Canéles,” you say, pointing at him. “Fancy, French, just the thing a guy in a smart, well tailored suit would like.”
Marcus grins and shakes his head, “I don’t even know what they are, but keep guessing!”
“Give me more clues then!” you protest as he takes a sip of the coffee you just handed him.
“Hmm…I used to play bass in a band in college,” he says and you raise your eyebrows. He does not look like a bass player, or any kind of band member for that matter.
“Special brownies?” you ask with a wink and Marcus almost spits out his coffee.
“Definitely not,” he splutters, chuckling as he wipes his chin, “and you only get one guess per day.”
“Says who?” you ask, but you already know the answer, Marcus’s grin tells you.
“I do, my game, my rules,” he gives you a wink and heads for the door, “see you tomorrow!”
Wednesday he comes in a little bit earlier and hands you a travel mug.
“This looks brand new,” you say and he nods.
“Decided I should save on the environment, and your takeaway mugs,” he smiles, leaning on the counter while you start preparing his coffee, “What’s your guess today then?”
“Cinnabons,” you say, glancing over your shoulder, feeling butterflies erupt in your belly when his face splits into a wide grin. But he shakes his head and you give him a mock scowl.
“You’re impossible to guess!”
“Keep trying, gives me a reason to come in every morning,” he replies, “Not that I need a reason though,” he adds, a pink flush suddenly creeping up from beneath his shirt collar as he gives you an uncharacteristically shy smile.
“I’ll keep trying if you promise to keep coming in,” you smile back at him, you can feel heat creeping up your own cheeks as you hand him his travel mug. And of course his fingers touch yours, just a light brush, but enough for both of you to glance down at your hands. You jump a little as his breath catches and when you look up at him again, his lips are parted and you see the tip of his tongue peak out, just for a split second, before he composes himself.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he smiles, “thanks for the coffee again.”
Thursday he’s a little bit late, and he hurries through the door with his tie hanging around his neck, untied.
“Sorry, I worked late last night and slept through my alarm this morning,” he huffs as he reaches the counter.
“You don’t have to apologize to me,” you smile, “I only sell you your coffee,” you hand him the cappuccino you’ve already made him and he gives you a grateful look, “and let me fix your tie while you caffeinate yourself.”
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he sighs and takes a long sip of the coffee as you walk around the counter and stand in front of him. You look up at him, taking hold of each end of his tie, and you suddenly realize you’ve never been this close to him before. There’s always been a counter between the two of you. Now he’s standing barely a foot away and you can smell his aftershave, warm and woody, as you adjust the tie.
“Over…under…over again…” you mumble to yourself, trying to remember what your dad taught you, “up through the neck and down…there, got it,” you say, gently tightening the tie up against the collar as Marcus lifts his chin up, “but you might want to adjust it.”
“No, it feels perfect,” he says, giving you a warm smile, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you smile back at him, tilting your head up a little to be able to meet his eyes now that he’s standing so close. You should really move back but he smells good and his eyes are so soft looking, the way he just smiles at you.
“What’s your guess?” he asks, smoothing his hand down over his tie as you drop yours to the side.
“What?” you mumble, slightly distracted by how his throat bobs just over the knot in the tie where your hands just where.
“What’s your guess for my favorite baked thing?” Marcus says again and you blink, catching on.
“Oh, of course! Uhmm…brownies? But real brownies, gooey in the middle and crunchy corners?”
“Oh….that is definitely high up on my list, but not my absolute favorite, you’re getting close though,” he grins at you, putting down his coffee mug on the counter.
“I’ve got to run, but….are you free tomorrow, after work?” he asks, his eyebrows knotting together as he waits for your answer.
“Yeah, I’m free,” you say, you can’t stop the smile breaking out on your face at the question and he smiles back at you.
“If you want, I’d really like to have dinner with you, maybe we can both drink something this time?”
“That sounds nice, I’d like that, Marcus,” you reply, butterflies multiplying in your belly as he gently puts his hand on your arm, “and I’ll definitely figure out what your favorite is by then.”
“It’s a date then,” he grins, “you supply my favorite and I’ll sort the rest, I’ll come by at closing, ok?”
You nod and before you know it, he’s leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”
Friday morning Marcus stops by and buys his, by now, regular coffee, “So what’s my favorite?” he asks with a cheeky grin and you stick your tongue out at him.
“Not telling you,” you smirk at him, “I’ll serve it tonight, I’m pretty sure I’ve got it figured out now.”
“I can’t wait,” he chuckles, winking at you before he grabs his travel mug and hurries off to work.
Your day drags on and your nerves tingle every time you glance up at the clock at the wall. When the shop quietens down after lunch you prepare what you hope is Marcus’s favorite dessert, putting it in the fridge for baking later.
Just a few minutes before the clock hits closing time you hear the jingle of the doorbell and look up to see Marcus step through it. He’s changed out of his usual business suit and is wearing a leather jacket over a gray t-shirt and jeans, a bright smile as he gives you a wave. You ring up your final customer, bidding them a nice weekend as Marcus lingers to the side, and then you get a chance to say hello to him as you go to lock the door and flip the sign.
“Hi Marcus,” you smile at him as he steps forward.
“Hi,” he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek, leaving the spot tingling and your skin warm. When he straightens up he smiles at you, his eyes soft and crinkling at the corners, “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a slightly unusual plan,” he says, pointing to the duffel bag he’s got hanging from his shoulder, “Dinner’s on me, but in your kitchen.”
“You’re cooking for me?” you ask and he nods.
“Seems only fair, you’re making dessert, so I do the rest….well…” he gives a little embarrassed shrug, “with a little bit of help from my favorite restaurant.”
“Sounds like a nice plan,” you say, putting your hand on his arm and his smile brightens again, “come, let me show you the kitchen then.”
You lead him past the counter and into the back room, the kitchen clean and ready for tomorrow, except the dessert for Marcus.
“What do you need?” you ask, “Help yourself to anything.”
“First of all, I need you to sit down,” he says with a smile, looking around the kitchen for a chair and spotting only the stool with wheels on, “Not many places to sit in here, huh?”
“When would I have time to just sit around?,” you laugh, taking your apron off and throwing it in the dirty laundry basket in the back room, “I usually just sit on the counter.” You heave yourself up onto the large workbench as Marcus starts unpacking his duffel bag. He’s hung his jacket on the hook by the door and now he’s crouched down, digging through the content at his feet. The gray t-shirt hugs his shoulders, stretching tight over his back and riding up, exposing a strip of bare skin just above his jeans. It’s so far from the man in the well fitted business suits you’ve been seeing every morning for the past few weeks, a much more relaxed Marcus.
“Do you wear the suits every day because your job requires you too?” you ask, taking the opportunity to stretch your tired back as you get settled on the counter, baking all day takes a toll on your body.
“Yeah, I don’t mind them but I prefer the days when I don’t have to wear them,” he answers, standing up and placing a stack of boxes next to you on the counter. “No peeking,” he says in a stern voice, smirking at you and you hold up your hands.
“I’m not touching anything,” you reply, “But I never asked what you work with?”
“I work at the FBI, with art theft,” he says and you widen your eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re an FBI agent?”
“Yeah,” he furrows his brow as he looks over at you, “do you..is- is that a problem?”
“No, no, not at all, I’ve just never met an FBI agent. It makes being a baker seem very tame is all.”
“Maybe tame is good sometimes,” he chuckles and looks around the kitchen and his brow furrows again, “Hhmm…hang on, I’ll be right back,” he says, grabbing the bag and going out into the shop again, “No peeking!”.
“What are you doing?” you call out to him as you hear tables and chairs being moved around.
“Nothing, just setting things up, just wait there,” he calls back and a few minutes later he comes back to the kitchen.
“Now, let’s get dinner ready,” he smiles, “Plates and a small saucepan?”
You direct him to them and soon he’s arranging food on two smaller plates.
“Miss,” he says, winking at you and holding out his arm, “Let me show you to your table.”
“How nice, please lead the way,” you smile at him and slip off the counter, taking his arm. He brings you out into the café part of the bakery and leads you to one of the small round tables by the window. He’s put a white table cloth on it and set two candles in the middle, another few candles arranged around the shop. The sun is setting outside and in the dim light of the shop the candles spread a golden glow, giving it an atmosphere you’ve never seen before.
“Marcus…this is lovely, I’ve never had my shop look so nice before,” you say, sitting down as he pulls out the chair for you, “It’s so…romantic,” you let it slip out without thinking but Marcus puffs up a little and beams down at you.
“I’m glad you like it, I really like your shop,” he smiles, “and I really like the shop owner, I wanted to make it special for you.”
“You might be my very favorite customer, Marcus,” you smile back up at him, your cheeks heating up and he grins.
“First course is coming right up,” he says with a smile and disappears into the kitchen.
“You should give food walking tours of the city,” you joke as Marcus smiles at you from across the table. “I’m so full but I still want to go and eat at all your favorite places right now.”
“I’d take them here first,” he says, “and make sure everyone knows where the best bakery in town is, but…” he leans forwards and grins at you, “Speaking of baking, I want to know if you’ve guessed my favorite dessert yet.”
You give him a soft laugh and mimic his movement, leaning forward to meet him across the table, “I think I might have, I just need to go and turn on the oven and then they’ll be ready in a few minutes. But I just realized, you never said what my reward would be for guessing correctly.”
Marcus hums, tapping his long fingers on his chin as he looks at you, a mischievous smile making the corner of his mouth curl up.
“I don’t think we agreed on anything, but if you go turn on the oven and I’ll come up with something good,” he says, his smile widening, making your skin heat up as his eyes seem to suggest something enticing.
Thank god for your industrial oven, it turns on and heats up to the right temperature in no time. While you pull out the dessert plates and take the ice cream out to soften, it hums to life and pings. The dessert goes in and you set a timer and go back out to Marcus, sitting down at the table again.
“It just needs a few minutes,” you tell him, “did you come up with a reward?”
“Yeah, I did, but what if you guess wrong?” he asks, “I need a reward too.”
“If I’m wrong…” you say, thinking out loud, “you tell me your favorite, and no matter what it is, I’ll make it for you.”
“That’s a nice idea,” Marcus smiles, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, the t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps, you swear you can hear a seam ripping behind him, “but I like my idea better.”
“What’s your idea then?” you ask, giving him a suspicious look, he’s got a very happy grin as he looks at you.
“If you guess wrong, I can take you on a second date,” he says and you laugh, that’s probably the easiest reward he could’ve asked for and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he sees your laughter.
“Hardly a difficult reward, Marcus,” you smile at him and he gives you a warm smile back, “But what if I guess right, what’s my reward then?”
“If you guess right, you get to take me on a second date,” he grins and you feel little happy bubbles in your chest as his soft eyes stay locked with yours, you can’t help but smile widely back at him.
“Deal, Marcus,” you say, holding out your hand to him. He leans forward and takes it, his large hand enveloping yours, thick fingers gently closing around yours as you both shake on it.
“I can smell chocolate,” he grins, glancing at the kitchen, “I think you’re on the right track.”
“I know you, Marcus,” you laugh, “all serious business suits on the outside, but a wild child on the inside, bass player and all.”
“Hardly the definition of a ‘wild child’,” Marcus chuckles, “now, if I’d been lead singer or lead guitar, then maybe.”
“Well, the dessert is only a little bit of a wild child, the defining factor is that at its heart, it’s very romantic, just like you.”
Marcus gives you a slightly embarrassed smile, “It’s that obvious, huh?”
“That you’re a romantic? Of course, but I like it,” you smile softly back at him, turning off the timer that’s just gone off, “Moment of truth. Did I guess right or not?”
“Doesn’t matter, I’m getting a second date either way,” he says, winking at you as you stand up and head to the kitchen.
Pulling them out of the oven you quickly plate the dessert and scoop up the vanilla ice cream, finishing with a light dusting of cocoa. Your hip bumps open the door to the shop and Marcus watches you eagerly as you bring the plates over and set them down on the table.
“If this is what I think it is, you’ve got yourself a second date,” he jokes and grins up at you.
“That’s not helpful, Marcus,” you laugh, “either way, you’ve got yourself a second date.”
“I know, that’s the beauty of this deal,” he chuckles, picking up his dessert spoon and looking at you expectantly, “Can I guess?”
“Sure, go ahead,” you smile and he pokes the dessert lightly.
“Chocolate fondant?” he asks, looking up at you, raising his eyebrows, before he digs the spoon in and cuts it open. The soft chocolate cake exterior gives way to a thick river of chocolate that pours out of the interior of the little cake. Marcus giggles and scoops up a bite of both cake and sauce and puts the spoon in his mouth, humming at the flavor and closing his eyes. You watch with pride as he tips his head back and moans, the spoon still in his mouth as he sucks it clean.
“How did you know?” he asks, a bright smile on his face when he’s finally done with his first bite.
You shrug and smile back at him, “You’re not a health freak, you didn’t recognise the more complicated French pastry, you like gooey brownies and you’re a romantic. Chocolate fondant seemed like the obvious choice. Decadent, sweet and just the right amount of fancy,” you grin at him.
You take a spoonful from your own fondant and put it in your mouth, watching the chocolate flow out from the inside, just the right amount of undercooked to keep the inside flowing and warm. The chocolate flavor spreads across your tongue, paired with a hint of vanilla and salt, rich and warm and you let an involuntary moan escape. When you glance up you don’t miss the dark look Marcus gives you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as he takes another spoonful.
“You really guessed right, I love chocolate fondant, but I’ve never had one this good before,” he says, humming around the big piece in his mouth. “How come you don’t have them in the shop? Actually, don’t have them in the shop, I’d buy them all every week.”
You giggle at his blissed out face as he takes another big bite, dropping his head into the palm of his hand as he sucks the spoon clean, “It’s like hot chocolate, brownie and chocolate sauce all in one fluffy soft shell of cake.”
“I’m glad I guessed right, seeing your happy face makes me happy,” you smile at him and the tips of his ears go a pink in the dim light as he clears his throat and chuckles.
“Coming to your bakery makes me happy,” he smiles, scraping the last bit of fondant from the plate while he looks up at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners and it’s your time to feel the heat rise in your face, his grin widens as he sees you shift awkwardly in your chair and glance at him with a smile.
“Really, getting my morning coffee has become the highlight of my day,” Marcus says, “How sad isn’t that?”
“Not sad, you coming into the bakery every morning has been the highlight of my day,” you say, finishing off the fondant and putting the spoon down while Marcus watches you with a smile. He suddenly pushes his chair back and stands up, holding his hand out to you.
“Dance with me,” he says, the warmth of his hand spreading across your palm and down your arm as he pulls you to your feet.
“There’s no music, Marcus,” you laugh but he just grins and spins you around before catching you in his arms, one around your waist, the other still holding on to your hand as you put your own hand on his shoulder.
“Who cares about the music,” he says, gently swaying you back and forth while he gives you a soft smile, “it was just a clever ruse to get to hold you.” His hand on the small of your back is lightly stroking the fabric of your shirt and you’re very close to him, pressed up against his chest as he holds you near, moving slowly in a circle. You can smell his aftershave, mixed in with the dark chocolate of the dessert and without thinking, your hand slips into the soft looking curls at the back of his neck. Marcus tilts his head as your fingers play with the silky strands, letting go of your hand and moving it slowly to cup your face, his thumb stroking the soft skin on your cheek as he seems to inhale slightly and dip his head to yours.
His lips are just as soft as you’ve imagined them, warm, gentle, as he parts them and tastes you. His steady hand holds you close, the curve of his strong nose brushing up against your cheek as he angles his head to better kiss you. You feel your fingers gripping his hair, willing him to press you even closer to him. All of his warm, solid body is pressed up against yours, his hand at the small of your back sliding up to hold you closer to him, your own hand gripping his shoulder, steadying yourself as you feel like melting into his touch.
He’s still swaying the two of you gently, your lips moving slowly together, tasting the chocolate on each other's tongues. Heat is creeping through your body, wrapping around you, as you feel him tighten his hold on you, his breath skating over your lips as he exhales, a quiet groan leaving his throat.
“You taste so sweet, even sweeter than the dessert,” he mumbles, his mouth close to yours, “I never want to stop kissing you.”
You stand on your tiptoes to reach more of him, your hand around his neck, and part your lips for him, letting his tongue lick into your mouth with more fervor. He also tastes sweet and the way he pulls you closer as you steady yourself against his chest makes you moan under his increasingly heated kisses. He’s not swaying you anymore, instead he lets you melt into his body, his arm holding you up, as he bends his head, another groan slipping from him as he feels your tongue slip around his own.
Marcus’s kisses make you forget the time, where you are, and not until he pulls away with a sigh, do you open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes are dark, filled with lust, and it’s mirrored in the way his body feels against yours, his arousal a clear presence between you. And you can feel your own fill your core with heat, a slow shiver as you touch upon the thought of having him even closer.
Marcus keeps his eyes locked on you, his warm hand gently stroking your cheek as he seems to take a deep breath, composing himself. Your fingers are still toying with the impossibly soft curls at the back of his neck, letting them slip through your fingers, and you feel like you might drown in his dark brown eyes if he doesn’t release you soon.
“Is it too soon to ask for a second date tomorrow?” he whispers, his eyes dropping down to your lips again, and then back to your eyes as you shake your head.
“No, tomorrow sounds like a very good idea,” you mumble, slightly hazy from the way his hands never stop touching you, warming your body and sending shivers to your core.
“Ok,” he mumbles back, “can I kiss you again?”
“If you do, we might not get out of here tonight, Marcus,” you smile at him and he chuckles, nodding and pulling back a little.
“You’re very right, maybe it’s best to save more kisses for tomorrow.”
“I look forward to them though,” you say, letting your fingers slip from his hair and down over his shoulder, caressing his arm, his wrist, and finally his hand. He takes your hand then, enveloping it in his larger one, and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it.
“Tomorrow then,” he smiles.
Part Eight
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The issue is that some fans look at the show as "something Rick made" rather than "a show" and then turn around and look at the movies as "something that Rick did not make" rather than "the movies". Like, we're never going to have a good conversation about what makes a good adaptation unless you kill the author and leave him in the ditch.
The movies function great as movies.
The show functions as shit as a show.
Not to even mention the weird ass cult of personality around Richard Riordan in the PJO and adjacent communities. People constantly and rightfully critique him for being shit at writing queer stories without turning them into 2023 Tumblr post, being horribly stereotypical at writing POC (and especially WOC), being biased as hell in writing women (which became even more obvious now that the show is out), being really weird about the cultures he chooses to "represent" (read: appropriate from and profit off without giving back), as well as his overall views, whether they are in the books or surround his space as a writer. Riordan isn't your kind Uncle, he's a millionaire that genuinely does not give a fuck about you. It's unhealthy to have such a strong parasocial tie with a straight white rich man that has in some way failed nearly every community he tried to write about (aside from the "community" of straight white people).
Whoever Riordan was when he wrote the first five books (hint: he was Not Rich), he no longer is. He lost fucking track of what made his books good because he barely writes his own stuff anymore because he's no longer putting in the effort. He doesn't need to, he's rich. He knows there are countless of fans that will "read it anyway" and "watch it anyways" and otherwise engage without considering pirating.
Media that has the least input from him (the movies, the musical) score as being better at capturing the spirit of his own books, and that should tell you something.
P. S. The first five books hold some sort of place in my heart, but I consider the rest of the franchise money-grabbing, clout-chasing trash. Mysteriously enough, his best post-PJO books are (likely) ghostwritten.
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“i’m mad at you” feat. tartaglia
✧ summary : after a few too many broken promises to be home on time from sparring with whoever it was this time (honestly, you wouldn’t have cared if he was actually doing his harbinger duties), you finally get angry at him. though he seems to know how to calm you down.
✧ warnings : nsfw?? it’s suggestive. mdni i guess idk it just makes me uncomfy. teasing. ajax the little shit we love him. idk i’ve never had to write a content warning before
✧ pairing : tartaglia x reader
first crack at writing on tumblr, don’t judge me too harshly😭
Ajax was amused, if not a little surprised, when you weren’t waiting for him in the living room like you usually did if you happened to get home before him. And he knew you were, in fact, home: your coat was hung up by the door.
He found you in the bedroom. Already in bed? Before he could join you? You were either sick or…
“Do not.” Your voice cut the silence as he was leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Oh?” Now he really was amused…
…because you were mad at him.
“This is the fifth time this week.” You explained, rather cryptically in his opinion but he knew what you meant. He was late to get home for the fifth time this week and it was Friday, the fifth day of the week.
Perhaps you felt neglected, perhaps you were just annoyed that his exact words had been “I promise I’ll be home at the right time tonight so we can spend some time together”. Whatever it was, you were annoyed and you were going to let him know it.
It wasn’t like he’d made a sacred pinky promise, of course, but coming second to the thrill of fighting was becoming irritating for you. And the fact that he was a man of his word in every other aspect of his life just really irked you. Why was it different when he promised to come home on time?
“Hey, I’ll make it up to you.” He suppressed his chuckle as he got himself undressed and ready for bed. He caught you peeking at him from where you were lying, but he didn’t give you an indication that he knew you were looking apart from flexing the muscles in his back slightly more than necessary when he pulled his shirt over his head. Maybe the show would do well to appease your anger, so he decided to ditch the pyjama shirt and bottoms he usually wore and opted to just stay in a pair of boxers.
“You can make it up to me by sleeping on the couch.” You mumbled, and he was glad he had his back to you so you didn’t see the little smirk on his face. He knew you didn’t exactly mean it, but you might decide you did if you saw how entertained he was by your irritation.
“Hey now,” he failed to restrain his amused giggle, “hear me out, will you? You wouldn’t deny a request from your beloved, would you?”
“My beloved doesn’t seem to love me much since he barely wants to see me but I’ll think about it.”
If your words stung at all, he didn’t react as he got into the bed next to you. He managed to coax you into turning around to face him. You gave him an entirely unamused expression on your face when you caught his boyish smile.
“What more could I ask for?” He grinned.
You just rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m mad at you.”
“I can’t help it. I love you too much.”
Oh, this man.
“Well I’m angry at you.” You replied monotonously, but it made your heart flutter to hear him say that with such a pretty smile.
“You look so cute when you pout.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ajax.” You tried your very best to put your best warning tone on.
“...And even cuter when you growl like that...”
“You’re so irritating.”
“You love it.”
“I don’t know why.”
“Because deep down you know that I'm the one for you.”
You couldn’t find it in you to cringe when he said it with such intent. “Poor me.” You tsked.
“That's right, poor you, because I've stolen your heart and I'm not giving it back.” He teased, smirking at you like he knew he’d already won.
You narrowed your glare again. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, did my expression bother you? How about I show you how sorry I am, love?” He moved closer to you in the bed.
You were already blushing when he was nose to nose with you. “Hey, I’m still mad at you!”
“Oh, is that so? Then please, continue to be mad at me so I can apologise properly.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled you into your back and moved himself so he leaned over you, with himself between your legs.
“I am.” You glowered at him when his face was directly above yours.
“You won’t be for much longer.” He practically purred.
“Try me.” You mumbled.
“I can't think of a better challenge. Oh, but first, please close your pretty eyes.”
It seemed an odd time to be requesting that. You raised your eyebrow at him confusedly, “why?”
“Just do it.” You didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, paired with his signature boyish smirk.
With an exasperated sigh and a roll of your eyes, you closed your eyes like he asked. You weren’t really that mad anymore; he felt and looked far too nice for your anger to remain. You were just very aware that he’d be far too smug about it if you admitted it was so easy for him to calm you down.
You felt him lean down and press his lips to your neck. It was such a simple gesture, yet you…
“I can feel that.” Ajax whispered, oh so softly. “Your heart beating faster. You’re getting warmer.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” You feigned being unaffected, but this man knew you better than you might’ve even known yourself.
“It’s working, isn’t it?”
“I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled half heartedly, because truthfully you couldn’t even remember why you were mad in the first place. Not when he was this close. Not when his hand that he wasn’t leaning on was now on your thigh.
His breath fanned your neck, but his lips didn’t quite touch yet.
“No you’re not.” He chuckled smugly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “What’s this? I can feel how hot you’re getting. Is it because of me?”
“You’re annoying.” You sighed dramatically.
His hand on your leg moved a bit higher and further towards your inner thigh. “I don’t feel you trying to leave.”
“I’ll bite you.” You warned.
“You’re welcome to try.” He muttered into your neck, kissing up to your ear. “In the meantime, let me apologise.”
Maybe you should “get mad” at him more often. He’s very good at apologising.
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hey tee
just got to say i love ur writing sm, but i was wondering if you could write an aj fic, im not bothered about what it is but you don’t have as many aj fics. just a thought so, you don’t have to tho.
i love ur writing and you seem so nice and genuine 💋💋
thank you
Hey hun, I apologise to all Aj lovers (including me) but ya'll will see more Aj fics on my tumblr. Tysm for the nice words :((
A Glimpse of us
Summary : Aj takes up a job as a hairstylist for an afternoon.
Warnings : None
"This woman won't stop waffling, will she?"
Aj squints at his phone, trying to understand how the woman parted her hair and sectioned it.
"Are you sure you can do it, babe?"
You furrow your brows a little, concerned that your husband might tangle up your freshly washed hair.
"Babe I gotchu don't worry at all".
With a determined stance, Aj tries copying the tutorial exactly the way it was displayed, save for a few mishaps here and their. He's braided his sister's hair before, this would've been a walk in the park for him... Unfortunately there is a big difference in tending to your sister and tending to your wife.
He could've took out two or three strands of hair outta his sister's head, he doesn't care at all. But oh boy, he is NEVER going to try that with you.
He brushed your hair with gentle hands and smoothed it nicely. In fact he googled different ways to use your hair products so he'd be able to give it his 100%.
After half an hour, you sat in front of him with two French braids, they weren't perfect but for a guy who's never done hair on someone else properly... Aj actually killed it.
You kiss his cheek in gratitude as he flashes you his cute smile, amidst all of this...a little angel walks through the door.
"Ai whatchu doin here", Aj playfully questions his daughter as he picks her up and places her on his lap. Little Aisha wraps her tiny hands around her dad and leans on his chest mumbling something you couldn't hear.
"Guys if you two keep on being this cute and play dodgeball with my heart, I'm actually going to start bawling my eyes out". You quip at the duo that sat across you.
"I want braids too".
"Aww come to mommy, love. I'll braid your pretty hair".
"No".
Aj slaps his hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh.
"Huh? Why?"
You look up at her, confused that she refused your help.
"Daddy will do it".
"Ohhhh"
You pat her head, realising that your daughter has completely transformed into daddy's princess.
"Goodness, Aj she ditched me".
You mock sigh as you hand Aj the materials leaving the two of them to gossip while you go to get yourself a glass of water.
Aj highfives her and kisses the top of her head. He sits her down on the stool and allows her to decide the type of braid she'd like.
The room fill with giggles and jokes as the father and daughter spend their afternoon with each other's comforting presence.
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Hi, hope u have a good day. Can you write hcs about studying and school with SMT boys + Kino? (Sorry if it spams there's a problem with my box)
Studying/School/Class w Sakamakis [hcs]
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Hi Love,
Thanks, and you too, so I have to split this into two pieces because it was literally too long. Hope you all like it, this is literally why I haven't done much of anything else because I've put basically all the free time I've had into here. It's finally done though. :)
-Liannelara
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Shu:
⤵︎School with him:
📓As his gf you are the one who must get him out of bed.
📓And he makes you late sometimes. Most of the time even.
📓“Shu, c’mon we're going to be late.”
📓Rather than getting up, he pulls you in bed and makes you late for school.
📓This causes you two to walk there instead and you scold him about it.
📓“You make us late all the time!”
📓“Next time carry me then.”
📓“Whatta I look like to you? An Ox?” Knowing he’d give a smart answer to that, you quickly added, “Don’t answer that!”
📓He’d just laugh before k!ssing you on the cheek.
📓If it’s winter and you’re cold with tights and a thin skirt/shirt he puts his blazer over you.
📓And if you’re lucky sometimes he gives you his cardigan.
📓But it almost never happens, you dreaming that bitch would take it off.
📓Sometimes he tells you to ditch school so you two can go to a cafe to get food and go to the bookstore in the corner of town. Especially when it snows because he knows you like days like that.
📓He likes to go there and get coffee with you and talk about things that will make you laugh.
📓Although on the days you don’t ditch school with him he likes to race you to the school.
📓 “Loser carries the winner back home after school!” He’d yell dashing off getting a head start.
📓 “Shu! Wait!” You’d laugh trying to catch up to him.
📓You end up losing of course (mostly bc he uses his vampire speed) and lets just say even tho you lost, he just ends up carrying you.
📓I know he seems pretty lively with you but I mean he’s with the woman he loves. He becomes very active with her because she gives him something to look forward to.
📓Plus, vampires are about living in the moment so he’d never waste a moment with you considering you make him happy.
📓Anyways when you two get on campus you are usually hitting him cause he cheated and he’s just laughing.
📓if you’re not a third-year or you just don’t have the same classes as him, he departs after you get your stuff out of your locker.
📓When switching periods he usually is listening to music and you just like to watch him relax.
📓Although typically he notices you first and tries to talk to you even if it's just five minutes. Cause he can’t stay the hell away
📓You constantly remind him to go to class.
📓“Go, I’ll see you after.” You’d smile between a laugh.
📓“Maybe I’ll just speed up the clocks.” He’d grin.
📓”Don’t!”
📓He leaves his stuff in your locker sometimes.
📓Has makeout sessions sometimes with you instead of getting to class.
📓If his stupid brothers try to get you into trouble or if you two do something stupid, he makes sure the triplets get the blame.
📓Keeps you away from Reiji and makes sure you rarely see him tho. Mostly cause he might give you hard time.
📓Although he does like showing you off to him sometimes.
📓Sometimes you sit on the bench before the limo arrives and he sleeps on your shoulder.
📓In the limo you sit next to him and usually it's pretty quiet and he usually falls asleep on you there too and you just play with his hair.
📓If he’s awake (or looks like he’s asleep) his hand is on your thigh.
📓Leaves you notes in your locker sometimes.
📓If you are jealous that girls leave him a lot of love letters he finds it funny.
📓There are probably some girls who have tried to bully you and he protects you from it.
📓Gets away with sucking your b⸸ood.
⤵︎Class with him:
📓He only attends the class because you force him to, only some tho since you can’t convince him to go to all of them.
📓Is always present in the classes you are in with him and he thinks that’s enough effort. It’s really just to have the excuse to see you.
📓He likes to sit next to you because he tea$es all he wants.
📓Plus he doesn’t want to be partners with someone else.
📓And he thinks you’d cover for him if he dozed off.
📓Which you probably won't.
📓If the teacher calls on you and you don’t know the answer he’ll laugh afterward and you scowl at him.
📓Whispers lewd things into your ear as the teacher is explaining.
📓Shares a pencil with you instead of having his own.
📓He doesn’t study and you do.
📓Doesn’t get caught for anything. Like he listens to music in class and no one will know.
📓Will sm!rk if he catches you staring at him.
📓If you two are in music class and you mess up while playing an instrument, he’ll laugh before helping you.
📓He teaches you a lot of secrets about the violin and will k!ss you when the teacher is too busy to look.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓He is actually pretty smart so if you can’t figure it out, he gives you the answers and you get mad at him.
📓Laughs when you get shit wrong.
📓If you ask him if you’re right he’ll tell you are and then wait till you figure out that he’s lying.
📓He knows how to read stuff in Latin so if you want to know something you’ll ask him but he just tells you perverted sh!t.
📓Like sometimes you’ll catch on and you’ll be mad.
📓”Shu! That’s not even what I’m asking you.”
📓”But it’s what you want to ask me.”
📓”Shut up!”
📓If you two are sitting next to each other his hand is on your thigh, always.
📓Sometimes if you’re doing mental math he’ll just tell you the answer while his eyes are liked closed and he’s relaxing.
📓”X equals 36.”
📓”Shu! I’m trying to figure this out, I don’t want the answer.”
📓If you reach over to grab something on the other side of the table, he will casually lift up the hem of your skirt.
📓“Shu!”
📓“Chill out. I was just checking if you were wearing the matching set today.” He’d say closing his eyes to relax in the chair.
📓“Seriously, someone could see.”
📓“Aww, I thought you liked scandal.”
📓“Yeah the romantic kind, this is perverted!”
Reiji:
⤵︎School with him:
📓You’ll never be late, he makes sure you’re up and ready.
📓Even if you two have sex he’s able to schedule how much time you’ll have.
📓Like he calculates the damn time and doesn’t care if you didn’t climax within that time.
📓“We mustn’t waste too much time. We will have seven minutes.”
📓“But Reiji, can’t we just not look at the time?”
📓“Nonsense, with the data I have collected I have enough to precisely predict your body’s reactions.”
📓“You’ve done what?”
📓“Now, I have laid out this time for us, given that, you should be pleasured enough to release in that amount of time. If you fail to do so you will wait until we have arrived from school.”
📓“But seven is—Ahh!” He wouldn’t give you much time before throwing you on the bed and getting to work.
📓He’ll be very satisfied if he made you cum in like seven mins.
📓And even if he didn’t, it was purposely done to have you wait and ache all day!
📓He’ll totally give you a drug if you didn’t then to make it easier for later.
📓Although he doesn’t always have sex before school that’s only when he’s up really early and has everything ready. And plus it's only if he’s carefully calculated this many, many times and he knows he’ll have time.
📓He checks your uniform all the time to see if you're presenting yourself neatly.
📓Typically points something out just to touch you and adjust it, even if it looked right.
📓If you injure yourself he calls you a clumsy girl and an idiot.
📓One time you actually sprained your ankle after school and kept limping as you two were walking home.
📓Of course you were trying to hide it and not tell Reiji you were injured bc you knew he’d be mad at you.
📓Although he noticed pretty quickly and ended up carrying you home bridal style.
📓And he gets a kick out of it if it’s embarrassing to you.
📓“Reiji, put me down.”
📓There are times when after school he likes to take walks with you at night.
📓Even tho you forget things he always makes sure you have them. Most times.
📓Like if you forget your jacket, a water bottle, umbrella, hairclip, pencil, or a book.
📓There was one time when it was raining during one of your walks after school and he was mad at you for forgetting your umbrella.
📓“What a bother you are, forgetting everything as if you are a child. I told you it would rain, did I not?”
📓“Yes, but I was distracted.” You huffed confessing you forgot, you turned to look at him with your arms crossed, “Still, I’m not a child, Reiji.”
📓He’d grin pulling you closer to him, “Yes, evidently so you are no child. You’re a very . . . irresponsible girl.”
📓You’d scoff hearing this, “And here I was thinking you’d say something worth hearing.” You rolled your eyes about to walk away from him.
📓Before you could walk away he just pulled you in, teasingly asking you, “Did you want me to affectionately tell you what you are to me?”
📓“We’ll it would be nice to hear every once in while.” You snapped back.
📓 “Now why would I tell you something that you are already well aware of? Obviously, if I say so much about you there is an even deeper reason as to why I notice, correct?” He sm!rked, waiting for you to look at him again in the pouring rain and smile.
📓“You can be so complex sometimes.”
📓“Oh, my dear, it’s only for you. Now come here, I do not want my lady cold and drenched because she is simply incompetent.” He smirked, making you scoff as you now approached him to smack his arm playfully.
📓“Reiji!” You’d smile whilst averting your eyes as he laughed at your reaction.
📓Overall, he ends up using his umbrella to cover you both, and you can best bet he’d get his shoulder wet for you.
📓He’s even given you one of his jackets when it was cold outside. Cause you forgot again.
📓Tho he may act mad that you forget things he actually really likes it.
📓Plus I mean in his mind you’re the only one who can be a little stupid and get away with it. It’s kinda like the whole thing of “You can be so dumb, yet for you, I’ll make an exception.” But she’s not dumb she’s just a little carefree which is something he’s not.
📓But he kinda cares less with her, in fact, he’s kinda lively around you. At least when his brothers aren’t present.
📓Sometimes you rush to get ready and he stops you when you reach the front door bc your appearance can be off so he has to do a “thorough check”.
📓He will scold you for getting up late if it happens.
📓You have asked him to ditch school but he takes to much pride in going so he tells you that he promises to leave early that day with you and go on a date instead.
📓But has to fucking attend!
📓When you two are parting and leaving for your next classes, you tend to pull Reiji in by his blazer and give him a goodbye kiss.
📓Then after that he honestly doesn’t want to part.
📓He does sometimes smile at you and pat your head before leaving.
📓And if our bae rei really wants to get soft he'll even kiss your forehead or the side of your temple.
📓If you’re mad at him for the day tho he will put flowers and box of chocolates in your locker as an apology.
📓One very sweet and cute thing about Rei is that he will make his girlfriend cute bento boxes and his brothers are jealous.
⤵︎Class with him:
📓 He is usually paying attention and wants you to do the same.
📓Although he finds himself distracted with you sometimes.
📓Sometimes it’s your focused face that gets him. Or even just when you cross your legs.
📓If he’s sitting next to you he may break the rules of listening to the teacher and lean in to whisper something in your ear.
📓He likes it if you two are partners because that way he can teach you.
📓Especially if it’s science. He will especially love it if you mess up so then he can fix it and help you.
📓When you two are pared up he tends to put one hand on your thigh while the other he has on the paper he is showing you.
📓He will even rub your thigh up and down as long as no one is noticing.
📓Reiji is distracted in class because of you for a good amount of the time.
📓Like he notices so much about you and he literally, practically never takes his eyes off you.
📓But it’s fine because he already knows everything the teacher is saying he doesn’t need to relearn since he has a such good memory as a vampire.
📓So yes you can best bet he’s focused on the girl with the pretty ribbon in her and nothing else.
📓But if he sees you losing focus he finds a way to call you out.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓He always insists that you study in his lab so he can privately tutor you.
📓Although sometimes you two study in the school's library.
📓But overall as much as Reiji is trying to study and teach you he gets very playful with you.
📓He always makes you guys tea but occasionally the tea he serves is special.
📓I've said this before but orgasm tea is something he created just for you.
📓He slipped it in once and you couldn’t stop yourself and begged him to stop.
📓This @sshole documented how many times you came.
📓Maybe he’d measure the amount honestly.
📓He likes watching you cross your legs to stop it.
📓You were begging him to give you a drug that would stop the feeling but he simply told you he had no cure and that it would wear off in 48 hours.
📓“Reiji, please, just give me the damn cure for this already. Or something.”
📓“Oh, are you not having fun?” He smirked looking up from his lab book.
📓“Seriously, how much longer—a-are you g-going to—ngh! Oh god! Not again!”
📓“I’m only giving you what you asked for dear—pleasure.”
📓“This is anything but pleasure, it’s torture!”
📓He likes it when you’re his test subject and he preferably likes it when you’re naked.
📓“Remove your skirt.” He'd mummer behind your ear.
📓He makes potions for sexual arousal all the time and tests them on you.
📓You’ll be sitting on the counter and he’s in between both of your legs as he gives you something to test.
📓It’s supposed to make you feel sensations at a much more heightened level. He waited a few minutes for it to take effect and then started to run his hands up your skirt until reaching a specific area only to have you act on it quite quickly.
📓“I see it responds quite well.” he'd smirk feeling your underwear get damp.
📓“Reiji!” You'd shriek when being pinned down on his lab table with your arms above your head.
📓Apart from the fact you’re supposed to study he uses you as a test subject as well this way you can help him.
📓Although usually, you find that these lab experiments are anything but related to school, they are mostly just for Rei’s amusement.
📓Has turned you into different animals and you have complained.
📓You’ve even turned him into an animal and it’s been an adventure.
📓He was once a parakeet, who was extremely bratty at times but very fluffy.
📓And ever since then you've begged him to go back into his parakeet form.
📓"Please, just one more time."
📓"Absolutely not."
📓"But you were so cute and fluffy." You’d pout.
📓I have a parakeet who acts just like Reiji so I named him after him and his brother Shu is such a lazy birb its just funny how much DL revolves around my life.
📓So when he’s lecturing and trying to explain something important about your homework you sometimes don’t pay attention so he will hit the desk with the ruler to have you wake up.
📓It's mostly because he enjoys your shocked expression.
📓But if he really wants to get playful he uses his ruler or his whip if you don't listen or get the answer right.
📓I've headcanonded this with @mikalara-dracula that Rei smacks your @ss with the ruler if you get the answer wrong.
📓"So then the answer would be no solution."
📓"What on earth are you talking about?"
📓"Oh, it's not right?"
📓"No, it isn't." He'd say pushing up his glasses as he grabbed his ruler.
📓He'd sigh before approaching you closer, "Stand up."
📓"Wha–"
📓"Do not face me." He'd whisper in your ear with his hands on the back of your shoulders before using his ruler.
📓He does like it if you complain about the pain.
📓Even if you just space out he'll do it.
📓"Reiji!"
📓"Pay attention!"
📓Oh gosh, if you end up moaning from the pain or make a sound that sounds suggestive he can't control himself.
📓One time you two were studying at a table, sitting in the two armchairs. You turned to get up and grab a book and when you bent down to get it he saw the opportunity to use his ruler.
📓He always wants you to use your brain so as you can expect that for a break you play chess.
📓But not just any kind, strip chess.
📓It’s just plain embarrassing. You lose every time.
📓“But I’m no good at this game you win all the time.”
📓“It is to exercise your brain, Y/n. Now please make the effort.”
📓“No, Reiji, it exercises your brain, but it leaves me naked and exhausted.”
📓“If you end up being exposed all the time it is simply because you haven’t learned yet. You know I cannot rest when you haven’t learned something I’ve taught you yet.”
📓“I think the only thing I’ve learned from this is that I’m more flexible than I think.” You’d mumble turning red.
📓“Yes, that has been a remarkable study. Of course, it never hurts to test such a theory again.” He’d smirk whilst you avert your eyes.
📓“Now, try to apply what I’ve taught you.”
📓“Okay, your move now.” You’d say, feeling confident about what you did.
📓You only managed to get rid of his blazer and tie.
📓Once it was his turn he’d sigh before winning again and taking another pawn of yours. Seeing this you sighed and were about to unzip your skirt but he stopped you.
📓“Come here.” He’d grin, putting his hands on your hips as he slid your skirt off.
📓While studying he presses his body against yours when teaching you how to use something.
📓Or even when correcting you with your pencil.
📓In this moment he will even put his hand on the back of your thigh and trail up your skirt and hook his fingers in your panties.
📓He’ll even use this as an opportunity to suck your blood.
📓In fact when he does or when you’re reading, he usually creeps on your shoulder and planting a kiss before biting you but tells you to continue reading anyway.
📓He sometimes makes the excuse that your collar is messed up in the back so he will have you turn around only to kiss your neck, making you surprised and even call him out.
📓Sex in his lab.
📓It’s not all the time but when provoked enough he will.
Laito:
⤵︎School with him:
📓 sex before, during, and after school.
📓He really likes it if you wear a leg garter to school with your outfit.
📓Or if your blouse is really open.
📓He really likes it if you don’t wear any underwear for the day.
📓It will bother him all day at school.
📓He lets you wear his fur jacket to school so everyone knows you're his.
📓Plus it’s also cause he worries about you getting cold.
📓You usually take a bath before getting ready and so he likes seeing you relax while he gets ready.
📓In fact he’ll usually sit next to you by the tub and talk to you. And he’d kiss your forehead before helping you in a towel.
📓I know he’s very sexual but if he’s your bf there are times when he’s less sexual.
📓But you’ll easily get him to be sexual if you take his hat away and wear it on the way to school.
📓Buys you macarons and you eat them at school together.
📓Will sometimes skip school and have you tag along so you two can go on dates.
📓He likes to be on the rooftop and talk to you about a lot of things.
📓 It's also where the two of you make out and have a lot of fun.
📓Keeps explicit pictures of you two in his locker.
📓But would be mad if someone saw them.
📓During the limo ride, he likes to put his hand up your skirt.
📓And this is where Subaru tells him to knock it off.
📓Sometimes plays the piano at school and you like to lean on his shoulder.
⤵︎Class with him:
📓Gosh, he teases so much.
📓He winks at you from afar in class.
📓Wishes you’d sit on his lap during class but you’ve gotten into trouble for it.
📓“It doesn’t matter what the teacher wants. We’re in love.”
📓Speaking of which you two were kicked out of class when making out during lecture.
📓And Rei was so embarrassed and very upset.
📓“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
📓“But Reiji we’re in love. It’s only natural, you know that.”
📓When you two are about to go your separate ways for classes he can be quite petty, saying he only wants to go to the classes that you're in.
📓So you make sure to have him wait in anticipation the next time he sees you.
📓If you sit next to him in class he whispers dirty things in your ear.
📓Would be so turned on if you put your hand on his thigh and whisper things into his ear.
📓Honestly, wouldn't mind having sex at school.
📓"Ohh are you going to play teacher? And I will be the naughty student."
📓Of course his dream would be short-lived as he only got to unbutton his shirt because one of his brothers came in.
📓He likes watching you during P.E. its to the point where he will end up tripping.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓He likes brain teasers so he sometimes has you do crossword puzzles with him while you sit on his lap.
📓“Y’know baby, I think I need some help with this crossword. Would you mind instructing me?”
📓“Instruct you?” You’d deviously smile. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
📓I don’t think there is a particular subject he likes but he may like English because he will try to have you read erotic novels.
📓Or even if it is something like science he will tell you to use him as an example for anatomy.
📓Especailly when you’re talking about the reproductive system.
📓If you’re confused about a body part he’d use a pointer to direct you to where its located on your body.
📓From the way this is all going it sorta ends up with him pinning you to the floor and having his hand on your chest.
📓Will have his arms wrapped around you and tries to take your skirt off.
📓Might even try to finger you if you’re in his lap.
📓Instead of studying, Laito will begin to procrastinate by putting salsa or tango music and beginning to dance with you in the living room
📓And if you don’t know how to dance either of those, he’s more than happy to instruct you.
📓He blasts the music so loud that it ends up with Reiji coming into the living room and scolding the both of you.
📓And if it’s not Reiji, it’s Subaru and he ends up dissing and telling Laito to turn it down.
📓In fact, Subaru will just break the radio.
📓Sometimes you like to study on your bed and you’ll just be reading your textbook and Laito feels the need to look down at your slightly unbuttoned blouse.
📓And you can definitely bet that you two have gotten kicked out of the library too.
📓He has some weird fetish of having sex in there and getting caught.
📓You once were in there after hours and he tried to initiate that.
📓“Laito we’ll get in trouble.”
📓“Aww, but where’s your spirit, baby? If we stop here I can’t control myself on the ride home. You wouldn’t keep me waiting would you?”
📓“Hmmm, now that you mention it. I’m so tempted to leave you hanging.”
Kanato:
⤵︎School with him:
📓He is usually the one to wake up his princess. He doesn't like it if you get up first.
📓But you two usually don’t get out of bed super fast because of all of the lazy kisses he keeps planting on your shoulders.
📓And from how much he plays with you in bed it's difficult to just get ready in general.
📓Kanato does help you get ready and makes sure you look pretty too.
📓So he tells you to take a bath and relax and all that but afterwards he’s doing your hair and make-up.
📓And he’s pretty gentle with all of this.
📓While he’s doing your make-up he sometimes steals a kiss, at least when putting on soft pink eyeshadow since your eyes are closed.
📓Once he’s done giving you soft curls he will place a kiss on your cheek to say he’s finished.
📓I swear he'd put a bow in your hair.
📓In the limo ride you usually rest your head on his shoulder and if you don't he gently puts a hand around your head and has you rest on his shoulder.
📓So either way your head rests on his shoulder.
📓Likes to play with your hand and nails as he holds your hand in the limo ride.
📓However if one of his brothers points out that he's being sweet he will get upset.
📓“My, my, aren’t you sweet Kanato. Your care for her is adorable.” Laito would tease only for Kanato to get upset.
📓“And my patience for you is thin, screw off.”
📓He likes to kiss you on the cheek as you two are walking to class, or just before you head into a class you don’t have with him.
📓Holds your backpack and usually puts a gift in there or a letter for you to read.
📓Though, he sometimes likes to tease and keep your backpack from you.
📓“Hey, give it.” You’d smile, as he kept keeping it from you.
📓“Follow me then.” He’d smirk.
📓So you may have to run after him for your backpack.
📓“Kanato, give it back. We have to go to class.”
📓Kisses you in the hallway and doesn’t care if it blocks a line.
📓He buys sweets from the cafeteria but tends to eat yours but will share it with you, mouth to mouth of course.
📓Would love it if you made him a lunch box cake.
📓As much as it seems that he’d like you to feed him, he loves to feed you even more.
📓Mostly because he gets the excuse to have you in his lap and be in his arms so he can feed you.
📓He especially loves it if he can get you to blush about the situation and even shy away.
📓No one should dare to hit on you tho. He will give them the biggest death glare while pulling you close to him.
📓Cause we all know how paranoid he is about cheating.
⤵︎Class with him:
📓He likes it when you sit next to him but doesn’t mind if you sit from far because that way he can admire you.
📓However if you set next to him he has a lot more fun.
📓He likes to put his hand on your thigh and rubs it.
📓He even trails up your skirt to have his hand in between your legs which causes you to give him a look.
📓When this happens he usually just whispers things into your ear.
📓“I’ll have you begging later.”
📓He would try to suck your blood in class between you and remind you that he can’t do that. And he gets a little annoyed.
📓If someone is staring at you in class he won’t hesitate to call them out.
📓He is like your bodyguard.
📓He sometimes messes with your hair since you two sit in the back row of class.
📓Especially if you have ribbons in your hair he likes to pull on them.
📓He also likes to put things in your backpack, usually notes about how you look pretty.
📓He really just observes you and gets lost in doing it.
📓If he is sitting next to you and the teacher is busy, he steals a kiss from you.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓He literally might make you study in a cemetery.
📓Wants raspberry pudding or he cannot concentrate. Period.
📓He’s not that great with grades so you probably help him.
📓Although when it comes to a language like Italian or some other romance languages, he can be helpful.
📓Since he had a spell in Italian I’m now thinking he might know the language soooo….
📓Yeah, this would be his strong suit and he’d be helpful but also teasing.
📓“You know, one phrase people use is ‘dammi un bacio.’ Go on, try it say it now.” He’d say, acting sincere.
📓“. . . uh . . . dammi un bacio?”
📓“You’re a really needy girl, Y/n. Well, if that’s what you want then.” He’d smirk.
📓”“Huh? wait--” You cupping your face with his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.
📓You’d push him off in shock and utter embarrassment, “You tricked me!” You’d pout, making him laugh.
📓He’d push strands of hair away from your face as you’re reading and then kiss you.
📓If he gets really in the mood he will bite your lips.
📓And you’ll get him going if you have your hands on his chest or shoulder.
📓He can be very distracting, he sometimes licks your ear.
📓May try to initiate sex if you two are somewhere peaceful and he wants to do something.
📓Seriously this gremlin has sex a lot and it’s just so surprising.
📓He usually isn’t able to concentrate but if you can he loves to disrupt your focus by telling you what you’re like in bed.
📓I know this seems out of character but after he had sex with Yui, he was talking to her about what she was like and what she did. So I think he’d use this to his own advantage.
📓I could see him shamelessly saying this stuff to you.
📓“You always make such soft sounds.”
📓“Stop! I’m trying to study.”
📓“Stop studying and do something with me.”
📓“I can’t!”
📓A few minutes later he’d just try again, “Your expressions were so cute last time--”
📓“Quit it! It’s gross.”
📓“You know when you try to lie it's cute.”
📓“I’m not.”
📓While studying he sometimes gives you gifts. He once gifted you a small teddy bear keychain.
📓When he reads he has reading glasses so you will witness a rare sight with this.
Ayato:
⤵︎School with him:
📓Gosh you two are always late to school.
📓You sometimes miss school too because he ditches and wants you to tag along.
📓He has tried to make you tie his shoe but you tell him he can do it himself.
📓You’ve offered to help him tie his tie, but he says he likes the way he keeps it.
📓If you can’t open your locker and he can, he feels like such a man.
📓But would be butt hurt if you ended up learning how because he doesn’t have an excuse to tease you about how to use a lock.
📓You’re probably a cheerleader for the school and he brags about you all the time.
📓He always wants you to come to his practice tho.
📓And he loves watching you cheer.
📓It literally distracts him from the game, and sometimes his own teammates yell at him in the middle of a game.
📓And it’s just really funny, he’d probably even run into a pole because he’s so distracted.
📓He sometimes tells you to wait until everyone is done in the locker room so you two can make out.
📓He is very shameless about PDA and holds your hand when you two are walking in the hall.
📓He literally plays tag with you during track.
📓He also likes watching you stretch before running.
📓Ties your shoes.
📓Likes watching you do sports.
📓Ayato gets in fights at school and you do get mad at him.
📓He will teach you how to play basketball if you don’t know how and loves messing around.
📓Ayato will put his hands on your waist when he’s trying to teach you how to shoot the ball.
📓Has made you win sometimes.
📓He occasionally stares at you and doesn't even realize it.
⤵︎Class with him:
📓Pretty obnoxious, especially with his friends.
📓Insists that you’re his partner and would tell the teacher he wants it to be changed if you two are not partners for a certain project.
📓In cooking class he has you do everything.
📓All he does is eat.
📓He depends on you for answers to any quiz, test, exam or homework assignment.
📓“Psst, what’s the answer?” He’d whisper.
📓“Ayato, figure it out.” You’d say hushing him to not cheat.
📓Will ask a teacher if another teacher is chill.
📓He is very loud and tries to troll the teacher in class, especially if he can derail them and homework ends up getting canceled.
📓He embarrasses you by being so obnoxious so you sometimes pretend you don’t know him.
📓Is competitive with you in p.e..
📓Tells other guys that they can’t sit next to you cause the seat is taken.
📓He makes you get into detention.
📓He eats candy in class and tries to offer you some but you tell him to put it away.
📓Will laugh if you fall asleep in class or in study hall.
📓And with this, he will even poke your face or possibly draw on your face.
📓And then you will be so mad.
📓He has a secret handshake with you it looks like this.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓It’s just so chaotic.
📓He brings snacks and gets food on the homework.
📓He plays with your hair.
📓And with your bra strap if it’s showing.
📓He will poke your boob if you’re stretching and you get so upset with him.
📓Because he is taller he tries to look down your shirt and see your boobs if he can.
📓When you get really focused he likes to poke your face.
📓And always leans back in his chair.
📓Just be aware he is really dumb and so you will be tutoring him.
📓Oh gosh and if you wear glasses he takes them away and you have to chase him to get them back.
📓Or worse, he teases you about looking like his brother Reiji if you wear glasses.
📓”That’s insulting!” You’d say.
📓He sometimes calls Reiji for help because he doesn’t know what to do.
📓However most times he tries to figure things out with you.
📓He makes the excuse to go on break all the time.
📓Is usually bugging you to spending time with him and ditch studying or to give him your blood.
📓“C’mon, do something for Ore-samma at least.” He’d whine.
📓“No oreo, I’m busy.” You’d answer, trying to read still.
📓“Fine, I’m taking the book away then.” He’d say snatching you textbook from you.
📓“Ayato, stop! I need that.”
📓“Then come chase me for it.” He’d grin.
📓“Ayato I’m not chasing you for a textbook.” You’d cross your arms, glaring at him.
📓“Aww too bad then.”
📓“Fine, then no kisses for you.” You’d state.
📓“Whatever.” He’d brush it off, thinking it wasn’t the worst.
📓“And no boob grab.” You’d say, finally getting him to lower his guard down with the book in his hand.
📓“Hey, hold on a sec--”
📓“Hah! I got it.” You’d shout, snatching the book away.
📓“Wha--hey, c’mere you little-” He’d grin, tackling you to the floor just to tickle you.
📓“Stop!”
Subaru:
⤵︎School with him:
📓You constantly tell him you have school and he tells you five more minutes each time.
📓At some point he even tells you to go on your own.
📓You of course try to pull him out of his coffin but he is so heavy.
📓This gives him the excuse to pull you in instead.
📓“C’mon Subaru, we have to go to sch---Ahh!” You’d shriek by his hand pulling you into his coffin.
📓“Shut up, and forget school.”
📓It’s usually pretty awkward considering how your body is pushed up against his.
📓So this always gives him the excuse to grab your ass.
📓Sometimes he gets up on his own but it’s pretty rare.
📓Usually you’ll have try to get him out of bed.
📓You’ve thrown water on him before and he’s gotten mad.
📓It’s rare but sometimes you tell him you’re going to shower and for some reason he has the energy to get up because he wants to join you.
📓Tries to be in the room when you change.
📓And will hide your skirt from you.
📓”Subaru I can’t find my skirt.” You’d say, looking around the room.
📓He’d shrug with a grin on his face, “Guess you’re gonna have to go without it.”
📓Being fed up with him, you’d say, “Find. Then give me your pants.”
📓He holds your skirt up high from you so you’re unable to reach it.
📓“Give it back, I have to get dressed.” You’d explain being in only your blouse and underwear.
📓“Then take it.” He’d grin, holding it out to you only to take it back.
📓You’d roll your eyes at him only for him to add, “Wait. First, turn around.” He’d smirk.
📓“No! I need to go to school.”
📓“Alright then, good luck getting this back.”
📓“Ugh fine,” you’d say turning around as he approached the back of you, “Now give it back.”
📓“Okay, here.” He’d grin playing with the seam of your underwear that rests on your ass only to pull it back and have it slap against your skin.
📓“Subaru!”
📓You two usually take the limo and are pretty quiet but he sometimes listens to music and gives you the other earbud.
📓He tries to make excuses to have you sit in his lap.
📓When you get up from a seat he has a habit of pulling your skirt.
📓One time he ripped your skirt, he says it was on accident but you can’t believe him.
📓You were so mad at him that day.
📓And he just took advantage of that by teasing you.
📓“Heh, bet you were hoping I’d rip it more.” He’d smirk.
📓“Shut up!” You’d shout.
📓“I could just rip your shirt and make it even.” He’d add.
📓“Quit it!”
📓He sometimes carries your bag for you but makes fun of the charms you have on it.
📓“Tch, thought only kids had these.”
📓“Shows how old you are.” You’d tease.
📓“Watch it.”
📓If you did your hair, he’s going to mess it up. Like if you put a ribbon in it, he’s going to pull it out.
📓He walks with you at school but never really hand in hand.
📓He prefers you walk beside him but you sometimes hug one of his arms.
📓Just to annoy him.
📓But he also likes to walk with his arm around your waist or with a hand on your ass.
📓His locker is far away from yours but he comes by and will make fun of your locker if it looks cute or has girly things in it.
📓It would secretly warm his heart/get him cocky if you have a photo of you two in your locker.
📓Likes towering over you and corning you against the lockers.
📓Literally blocks your way to class in the hall cause he’s that annoying.
📓Will fight a guy if he’s hitting on you.
📓He sometimes walks home and doesn’t wait for you.
📓Subaru walks so fast it’s unfair.
📓Literally makes fun of you for being slow and says he’ll suck your blood if you’re too slow.
📓“Not my fault you can’t keep up.”
📓“You have long legs, asshole.”
📓”Heh, and yours are easily opened.”
📓”Shut up!” You’d say playfully hitting him, leaving him to laugh.
📓While walking home, he might even try to ditch you and sneak up behind and give you a scare just to piss you off.
📓If on the way back home there’s a shopping square and you wanna stop by for a while, he’s a little annoyed but doesn’t mind it too much.
📓You make him carry the bags lmao and he can’t help but complain.
📓“I thought we were going home.”
📓“Well yeah, but you’re also gonna play bellhop along the way.”
⤵︎Class with him:
📓He likes to kick your seat and tug at your hair just to annoy you.
📓He stares at you from behind.
📓Subaru is the kind of guy who will stare at you in class but then will look away when you look.
📓He’s literally so annoying he “accidentally” drops his pencil and knows you’ll pick it up.
📓This is all just for him to get a view of your ass
📓In P.E. he watches you stretch or practice dance.
📓And if he’s your partner he makes a lot of comments while he’s helping you stretch.
📓“You know this position makes you look really vulnerable.”
📓”Shut up!”
📓Sometimes during P.E. he likes to mess around and pick you up.
📓“Stop put me down!”
📓He’d literally drop you or act like he would but then he’d stop you from getting hurt.
📓He won’t admit it but he likes giving you a piggyback ride when you walk back home.
📓And he’ll tell you you’re heavy just to make you upset.
📓Calls you pipsqueak if you’re a lot shorter than him and you argue with him.
📓Honestly whenever your mad at him he loves calling you that.
📓He’ll even say it in the hall with other people around, “C’mon pipsqueak, I didn’t mean it.”
📓“Don’t call me that.” You’d frown, walking to your other class.
📓Sometimes he tries to ditch you to make you upset but you usually just find it as a way to do some girl stuff you haven’t been able to do.
📓He passes you notes in class and it usually annoys you or makes you blush.
📓They say things like, “nice ass” or “what color is your bra?”
📓Likes it when the teacher calls you out because after class he can say that you were being a bad girl.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓Hides your textbook or pencil to keep you from studying.
📓He tells you the only way you’ll get it is through staying over for the night.
📓Always tries to sneak a hand up your skirt and rub your thigh.
📓He especially likes it if you bend down or if you're trying to get a book from a high shelf because he can lift your skirt up.
📓If you’re wearing a low-cut top and you stretch across the table to get something he will just admire the view.
📓He’d literally try to aim his eraser in between your boobs.
📓When you’re reading he likes to come behind you and grope your boobs just to catch you off guard.
📓When you’re trying to write stuff on your paper he likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses, especially if you're ticklish.
📓Literally loves it if you’re ticklish and will poke your sides all the time when you’re trying to figure something out.
📓He will fake yawn when you’re explaining just to get you to glare at him.
📓You doodle on your page and he makes fun of you.
📓“Aww, are you drawing me?” He’d tease.
📓If you are working on the whiteboard or blackboard he can be so annoying so you sometimes write things on the board as a response to him.
📓Hence the photo in the mood board.
📓And he just laughs.
📓When he knows the answer and you don’t he tries to confuse you.
📓You two don’t really get to study.
📓If you bring or make snacks he just steals them from you.
📓He copies your answers since he doesn’t really care.
Kino:
⤵︎School with him:
📓You two are late more than half of the time.
📓And he will blame you and you just glare at him.
📓He wants you to make him lunch and you sometimes do.
But if he makes you mad, you end up making it inedible. Just depends on how mad you are and what he did.
📓Although it is pretty rare you usually tell him to order some from the cafeteria.
📓Ties your shoes, he likes doing it for some reason.
📓Likes listening to some albums with you in the car.
📓And he’ll definitely change the song that you like on purpose.
📓You take his blazer sometimes when you’re cold.
📓He likes to skateboard to school and so you are either learning how to skateboard or you already know how.
📓Would laugh so hard if you fell though. Like, he’d be a total ass about it.
📓And if by chance he caught it on film, he’s fuckin’ posting it.
📓Oh no, dude. He sucks.
📓Because he’s on his smartphone a lot he likes to take videos during your walks and so you’re on his vlogs a lot.
📓“Hey babe, say hi to everyone.”
📓You’d just roll your eyes at him and being fed up with his bs.
📓Likes to ditch school and pressures you to go with him to the skate park or arcade in town.
📓He is always on his phone though and he definitely likes to take photos of the two of you.
📓If you’re mad at him and you walk by him in the hall he will randomly smack your ass to get your attention.
📓“You know I’m still mad at you!”
📓“What? I thought you were over it.”
📓Tries to grab your ass when you two are sitting on a bench.
📓Complains that he hasn’t seen then you in a while but it’s only been an hour since last period.
📓“I haven’t seen you in a while.” He’d whine, giving you a kiss.
📓“Kino, I saw you an hour ago.”
📓Follows you around, even in the girl’s bathroom.
📓“Uh ladies' room, Kino.”
📓He makes out with you to make you late to class.
📓Being his girlfriend means you will be in the principal’s office often.
📓And you usually have to bail him out, but sometimes he gets you in trouble.
📓He takes the blame but he sometimes blames it on you.
📓Like one time the principal caught you two making out in the hall when class was in session and Kino just blamed you.
📓“Sir, it’s all her fault. She was all over me, I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t think it was right to put my hands on a girl either.”
📓You’re honestly so embarrassed you can’t even look at him when he was the one who started it. In fact, you're upset but the principal knows that this is just Kino being an idiot and you’re innocent.
📓In the cafeteria if you guys have some food that he doesn’t like he will rub it on your cheek or nose.
📓Only shares his guava juice with you.
📓Would fling your tray across the room if he saw that the cafeteria was serving sausages.
📓“Kino, that was my food.”
📓“It doesn’t matter, just have my bread.”
📓Gets into food fights with Ayato and they get you involved which is one of the reasons why you get into trouble.
📓If Ayato doesn’t have a girlfriend, Kino likes to piss him off by kissing you in front of him.
⤵︎Class with him:
📓Always gets you in trouble.
📓Makes sure you both get into detention.
📓Plays with your hair.
📓“Stop it.” You’d turn around to slap his hand away.
📓when the teacher hands back tests and he gets a higher score he is very annoying about it.
📓I mean he gets so in your face about it that if you have food nearby you’ll throw it at him.
📓If he’s sitting next to you in class and the desks keep you two very close he tries to touch your ass.
📓While you are focused in class he will carefully untie your shoelaces and have you trip once you get up.
📓This way he has the excuse to catch you and say, “See? What would you do without me?”
📓Other times he’ll have you fall and then help you up.
📓If you’re in class and he’s not there he approaches the window and makes funny faces to try to get you to laugh.
📓He will sometimes mouth perverted things and you flip him off.
📓And it's all fun and games till the teacher asks what’s going on.
📓The teacher does separate you two often because Kino is so annoying that you get distracted and he will continue to pester you even if you’re far away, he will just text you in that case.
📓He literally spams and sexts you too much.
📓If the teacher catches on he makes the excuse that he can’t think without you.
📓“But you don’t understand, I can’t focus without her.”
📓And this just causes you to bury your face in embarrassment.
📓 Afterwards you won’t talk to him when you get out of class.
📓If you have extra curricular activities he will be there to embarrass you.
⤵︎Studying with him:
📓Super obnoxious, rather than studying he’s making vines or scrolling through TikTok.
📓And he tries to include you in them.
📓“Babe, come over here and try this dance with me.”
📓“Kino, seriously?”
📓“C’mon it’ll be fun.” He’d say, hoping to convince you.
📓The only way to get him to study is through putting consequences if he gets the answer wrong.
📓And they have to be sexual to have him get interested.
📓“Ah man, this stuff is lame.”
📓“Yeah, well what if I told you that for every right answer you can do whatever you want?”
📓“So you’re like applying a game to it? Alright, that’s kinda sick, so whenever you make a mistake I get to punish you.”
📓“I didn’t say it was sexual.”
📓“It is now.”
📓He sometimes reads porn magzines instead of studying and you are so annoyed.
📓“Man, I didn’t know you could do this. Hey, take look a this.” He’d say, handing the book to you.
📓“No!” You’d argue, pushing the it away.
📓“What? It’s interesting. C’mon you should really take a look at this.”
📓“No Kino. Gosh, I regret telling you to study. Just play a game.”
📓“But I wanna play with you.”
📓 “Kino!”
📓He honestly can never be silent either, he always wants to talk.
📓Overall, you really can’t study with him.
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Hey! I'm new here, so I'm sorry if something's wrong. I really like the way you write, it's just wonderful!
Can I ask you for a little fanfiction/headcount where Sally first saw the traces of selfharma on a femme reader? They can be both in a relationship or just friends... I would like something cozy, soothing and fluffy
Thank you in advance
Hi!! Welcome on Tumblr !! Thank you for your compliments, it’s super sweet T-T<3 I will make you a little oneshot with headcanons at the end <3 I think I will do friends but they crush on eachother!
And happy Valentine’s Day for those who celebrate !!
SAL X FEMME!READER THAT S3LFH@RMS
Warnings: self harm mentions, nothing graphic. Fluff !
Character: Sal Fisher
Oneshot - Worried
« Have you noticed y/n haven’t been looking like herself lately? » Todd said, looking up at Sal. Todd had noticed a shift in your behaviour. He’s not great at expressing concern but he thought that telling Sal would be a great idea, since Todd suspect that Sal’s crush is actually you.
« Mmm.. I mean I guess..? She doesn’t hang out with us a lot these days. » Sal replied, looking in the distance. In reality, Sal did notice something, you’ve been avoiding talking to the group. Almost isolating yourself. Which isn’t usual since you’re usually bubbly and full of life, always wanting to hang out and occupy yourself, but these past few weeks it was like you just became.. empty.
« You’re the only one that knows her better than anyone. I think you should say something Sal. We never know. You know there’s 53,2% of women suicide per ye-»
« Alright I’ll talk to her. » Sal cut off Todd, the blue haired boy didn’t want to stress himself out about such a tragic situation that might happen..? Sal slammed his locker door, waved at Todd and thanked him, and now he needed to find you.
In reality, Sal was crazy worried about you. He’s always had a crush on you, since you moved in Nockfell a few years ago. He loved the way you laugh, how you smile downwards, how your cheeks becomes a tinted pink when you’re flustered..and- « Watch where you’re going freak! » Travis said angrily. Sal was lost in thought and his luck made him bump into the one and only, Travis Phelps. Sal didn’t want trouble today, he was already in such stress that he didn’t need another anxiety inducing situation. The masked boy quickly escaped his bully and went on with his goal.
After a few minutes of intense research, he caught a glimpse of you making your way out of school. « She’s ditching class now? » Sal thought to himself, trying to walk as fast as he can, but with his small legs it was harder than other people. You were going behind the bleachers, notebook in hand. You’ve been writing everything that’s been going wrong in your life. You found comfort in writing, it felt great to know that the only one viewing the journal was you. It made you feel safe. The notebook was like therapy to you, writing edgy poems in code to hide your embarrassment. You would say to yourself that it was like your private little garden.
After finding your usual spot, you noticed Sal coming. Your face became red, and it was not because of the cold.
« ..Hi. » Sal said panting, he just noticed that you walk so fast. You quickly put your notebook underneath you. You were wearing ripped pants with a zip up jacket, that was too short for you.
« Hey Sal. » you replied, you sniffled quietly. What Sal doesn’t know is that you’ve been crying since the day started, you couldn’t go to class, you just couldn’t. It was too demanding. Too hard for you, you preferred isolating yourself until the end of the day. Sals visit was unexpected.
« Have you been… crying y/n? It’s okay if you were and if you don’t want to talk about it I completely understand-» Sal stopped quickly after noticing he was rambling and talking fast.
You sighed. Wiping your nose with your hand, making your sleeve fall off your arm.
A heavy silence was heard.
Your scars were showing. You noticed they were in plain sight after you noticed Sals eye widening. « Oh fuck off » you thought to yourself. Your heart rate fastened as you rolled your sleeve down.
« Say something say something say something say-» Sals thoughts were racing, just like your heartbeat. He had to say something. He had to. Why couldn’t he speak up? He went through the same thing you’re going through. Sals supposed to know what to say right ? Only seconds had passed but it felt like long, long minutes before Sal eventually took his courage and spoke up.
« … I’ve been worried about you. And this confirms my concerns. Y/n.. I’m sorry you’ve been going through this… God I’m sorry y/n I wish I could’ve there to help you. You mean so much to me I- I just can’t watch someone so important to me in a state like this » Wow, it was maybe one of the only times that Sal would say something so heartfelt. Sal noticed your hands were shaking and your eyes slowly watering. His first instinct was to hold your hand. Your face got flustered as he did that.
« Sal- I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve communicated this with you earlier.. things has been bad but nothing is your fault. » You said as Sal hugged you tight, he didn’t want to let you go. As in the hug in just in general.
« I really like you y/n, let me help you.. please.. »
Annnddd that’s it HAHAHA SORRY😭 this might not be as good because I have an important exam in like 30 minutes and I’m stressing the fuck out. Anyways, here’s some hcs to compensate :P
HEADCANONS
- when Sal first noticed, he made sure you felt safe venting to him.
- carries a first aid kit.. just in case something happens.
-he make sure to clean your wounds when you relapse, he doesn’t want you to get an infection.
- he makes sure to always be there for you, you guys hang out more than usual after this.
- caresses your scars with his fingertips, humming, to help you fall asleep.
- makes sure to hide anything that you use to hurt yourself without you knowing.
- keeps the secret to himself.
- is way more affectionate than before, he eventually got way better with words of affirmation so he can help you even more.
Okep! Thank you for reading and I really hope you guys enjoyed ;( I love you all !!!
REQUESTS: ALWAYS OPEN!!!
DMS: OPEN:3
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why i believe the prison break storyline was also sigma's entrance exam
the long overdue post that i teased literal months before posting it (sorry i am a college student and quite overworked)
[ massive spoilers for the mersault arc of bsd, including s5e11 of the anime and recent manga chapters. ]
sigma is alive
first of all: sigma's not dead.
sigma's not dead because his character arc is nowhere near over, and from a writing perspective, it doesn't make sense to kill him without drawing that out to some kind of conclusion.
for someone who had a pretty major role in recent arcs, whose entire characterization in the story has been set up around a deep need for belonging and a "home" and people who don't want to "use" him, the plotline so far sure hasn't wrapped up his story in any satisfying way. as far as it appears right now, he just kind of... touched fyodor and died. is that really it for him?
especially after he finally starts to reject fyodor's manipulation, and finally makes choices for himself, like the choice to side with dazai?
no, i'm not convinced he's dead- bsd's very guilty of fake out deaths, and there is no reason for me to believe that sigma's actually dead when his arc is still clearly unfinished.
sigma joining the ADA makes sense
in the mersault arc, it is established that sigma wants to join the ADA. fyodor even says it point blank to him, and he doesn't deny it. he thinks about the ADA and how they're "not using dazai, and dazai isn't using them". they are a group of people who care about each other and take care of each other of their own agency, no pun intended.
as i mentioned above, sigma's entire character so far has been revolving around belonging and how he wishes to find a home. a home suited for a bizarre gifted like him with no past, who doesn't understand why he exists. in many respects, a lot of the agency members share similarities to sigma in the sense that they also didn't understand their place in the world.
atsushi's an orphan who was told he should just "die in a ditch somewhere".
dazai's an empty man who sees no purpose in existence.
ranpo was a genius surrounded by monsters, and he could never comprehend why the world was so illogical and strange.
the character whose backstory is the most similar to sigma is yosano. like sigma, she had a powerful gift. like sigma, she was used for that gift. mori took advantage of her healing to create an undead army against her will. the difference is that yosano despaired, while sigma is resentful - yosano isolated herself since there was no way for her to live without being used for her gift, while sigma is bitter regarding the unfair nature of the world that he is continually used.
in the end, yosano is found by the agency and ranpo. ranpo says this:
the ADA is a place where ability users are valued for their personhood, not their ability. for sigma and yosano, who have only ever been valued by others for their powerful abilities, the ADA is the only place they belong, the one place they can live freely as full people rather than just vessels for their abilities.
sigma wants to join. it's the perfect culmination of his arc. he'll finally have a home, a place to belong. in his first decision he makes of his own free will, he chooses to help the ADA. plus, his ability is information exchange, which couldn't be more perfect for detective work.
it ties up all the loose ends neatly.
sigma's entrance exam
so, if the title didn't make it clear, yeah. i'm pretty convinced that sigma's entrance exam was the mersault prison break. i mean, he clearly wants to join the agency, and dazai's compared him to like half of the members already.
the armed detective agency fandom wiki has some information on entrance exams. (i know, i know, not a primary source, but I don't have that much free time to go source hunting for a tumblr bsd theory...)
we also have a few example of entrance exams that we can use as a reference: namely atsushi's, kyouka's, and dazai's. from these, we can synthesize a few defining characteristics of entrance exams.
(i made a table because i'm a pretty visual person, and this is a good way for me to organize information!!! this is essentially an adapted affinity map for my fellow nerds out there)
some key elements of entrance exams administered by the ADA include:
a perceived (real or fake) threat: in atsushi's case, this was the "bomber"; in kyouka's case, the moby dick; in dazai's case, whoever was responsible for the disappearance and subsequent murder of the yokohama visitors.
the threat's victims involve civilians/innocent people: for atsushi, the terrorist had naomi as a hostage; in kyouka's case, the entirety of yokohama was in danger; in dazai's case, the kidnapping/murder victims were all civilians.
the ADA candidate MUST (is pushed/forced/pressured/required to) play a major role in the resolution of the threat: atsushi must neutralize the bomber; kyouka is the only one who can stop the moby dick; dazai plays a very large role in stopping the azure messenger.
(optional) sacrifice: atsushi jumped on a bomb; kyouka crashed her plane.
(optional) a way to ensure the candidate's safety: for atsushi, the fact that it wasn't a real bomb; for kyouka, fukuzawa's ability and demon snow.
the ADA candidate is kept in the dark: atsushi was NOT told they were completing an entrance exam, or that the ADA even had such a tradition. kyouka knew she was doing an entrance exam, but wasn't ever fully explained the stakes; i.e. nobody told her that after passing she would be able to free herself and control demon snow.
the entrance exam is administered by a more senior member: dazai or kunikida, with the approval of fukuzawa.
now consider if dazai were administering an entrance exam for sigma during the mersault prison break. let's see if the key elements are present:
the threat: fyodor
the victims: the entire world
the candidate's pivotal role: sigma must touch fyodor to learn fyodor's ability
the sacrifice: sigma risks his life and touches fyodor, despite having been told that fyodor's ability might also work through touch, i.e. he risks dying
the failsafe: n/a, as far as we know currently (i can see an argument for chuuya but i personally find that's a bit of a stretch)
the secret: sigma has not been told that this is an entrance exam (neither has the audience)
the examinator: dazai
pretty neat. at least, no inconsistencies - and, considering the bigger picture, it makes sense.
a lot of things in the mersault arc also make sense under this interpretation. why did dazai pick sigma instead of a more "useful" escape tool? for recruitment. why did dazai promise and insist upon saving sigma? for recruitment. why did dazai shove sigma off the elevator even though he knew chuuya would break their fall and they weren't going to die? for recruitment.
it feels like a much better ending for sigma than just being... dead.
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conclusion
you're so right.
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