#420 but kinda late about it
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blunt rotation | pjm
Supplying your law school classmates with weed on the regular might as well be a full-time job. It's lucrative, but lately, you've seen a dip in profits. Maybe it's because you keep giving out the Pretty Boy Discount to a certain guy in your ethics class…
↳ pairing: prettyboy!jimin x weedgirl!reader
↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | law school au | classmates to lovers | smut
↳ wc/date: 7.5k | april 2023
↳ warnings: marijuana | a somewhat subby!jimin | consensual sex while high | choking (in a sexy way) | fingering | cunnilingus | spit | protected vaginal sex | self-indulgent rants about capitalism and classism | jimin makes a lame dick joke
↳ notes: on god, this fic is probably more about weed than anything else khskdjfs i would apologize but i already warned y’all, so you get what you get. these 420 fics are probs especially bad, and i decided i do not care. #blazeit
↳ masterlist
↳ what was jai listening to? a weed playlist made by yours truly
“What is the difference between ethics, morality, and law?”
Professor Kim leans against the desk at the front of the lecture hall with his hands gripping the edge on either side of his hips. The action makes the muscles in his arms flex, and you eat up the tan skin exposed by how his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. The tight white button-up accentuates plump pectoral muscles that threaten to pop and lose a few buttons. It wouldn’t surprise you if it happened. Professor Kim is known for being accidentally destructive.
It is unethical to fuck your professor because it would create a conflict of interest; you’d imagine it would be hard for Professor Kim to ethically assess your academic performance if he’d been balls deep in you.
It’s morally wrong to fuck your professor because you know he’s married, not because he has ever provided your class with information about his personal life, but because you sit at the front of the class. From your position, you can see the glint of his wedding band.
Legally, you’re pretty sure there isn’t a law against fucking your professor. It probably goes against your university’s code of conduct, but that’s not a law.
You sink further into your seat and let your eyes wander the room. Everyone diligently takes notes as Professor Kim turns to the presentation projected on the large screen behind him. Ethics and Professional Responsibility isn’t your favorite class, but no one said getting your J.D. would be fun. On the contrary, everyone you knew said it would fucking suck. And it kinda does.
One thing that doesn't suck, though, is having a class with your program’s resident pretty boy, Park Jimin.
Pretty boys aren’t your type at all. You prefer boys who are rough around the edges. You're not interested if a guy doesn’t look like he’s a one-way ticket to jail or hell. Maybe it’s the rebel in you. Maybe you like the idea that opposites attract. A lawyer and a criminal sounds like a cute ship, no?
Pretty boys are too soft for you. They’re the type to have skincare routines and listen to Jack Harlow. No thanks.
Yet your eyes always manage to find Jimin.
He’s sitting to your left and a few rows behind you, but close enough to see him when you turn your head. He sits with perfect posture as he scribbles notes on his iPad, plump lips puckered in a cute little beak of concentration.
Fuck, no, not cute. Ridiculous. Soft and childish. Everyone in the room is at least in their mid-twenties, some even in their late fifties. A prestigious J.D. program has no room for beaks and squishy cheeks.
You’re about to look away when Jimin lifts his stylus to his mouth. The end presses a small dent into his plush bottom lip. You instinctually lick your lips, though your mouth suddenly feels dry.
Jimin sits that way for a few more seconds with furrowed eyebrows as he focuses on his notes. At Professor Kim’s mention of the end-of-the-year oral argument, your classmate finally lifts his head to face the front of the room. His eyes are bright and wide, unlike the haggard look of your peers, and you watch them shift back and forth as he reads whatever is on the screen. You have no idea what Professor Kim’s talking about; your roommate, Hoseok, will fill you in when you get home.
All you know is that Jimin finally pulls his stylus away from his lips and casts a sideways glance in your direction. You lock eyes for a split second before he quickly ducks his head, suddenly interested in his notes again.
You snort loud enough for the woman sitting next to you to give you an odd look, but you ignore her and return your eyes to Professor Kim.
Your eyes don’t stray from the front of the lecture hall for the rest of the class. It’s not difficult; there isn’t anything else you find interesting enough in the room to distract you. Nothing. Especially not Pretty Boy Jimin.
🍃
“Hey, can I come over tonight?”
Two pale hands splay across your desk once the class is dismissed. Chipped, black polish adorns each nail, except for the pinkies, which are painted white.
“Why are you asking me? You don’t need my permission to visit your boyfriend’s apartment.”
“I’m trying to work on my manners, jeez.”
You roll your eyes and slide your tablet into your backpack. “Where were your manners when you and Hobi fucked on my couch? Hmm, Yoongi? Where were they then?”
Yoongi lets out a low groan as he steps to the side to let you fall in line with him as you exit the classroom. Your roommate is waiting in the hallway, always the last student to arrive and the first to leave.
“That’s different,” Yoongi huffs, though this time, the sound is due to Hoseok crushing him in a hug once they make it into the hall. “Besides, I’m asking because I’m bringing my friend. We aren’t going to stay. He just wants someone to come with him.”
Hoseok untangles his arms from Yoongi’s and adjusts his backpack. Your best friends act like surviving a three-hour class is like surviving a lifetime apart.
“Ohh, a friend?” Hoseok leans against Yoongi with his eyebrows arched. His questioning tone is fair. The three of you don’t have many friends aside from each other. It’s hard to maintain friendships with people outside of law school. There’s simply no time.
“What is this, the buddy system?” You snicker as you follow the two men to their cars. “Sorry, I only do business with adults.”
There is quite literally no reason for you to be judgemental about whoever this mystery friend is, but class has put you in a cranky mood. Probably because of stupid fucking Park Jimin with his distracting lips. Your unpreparedness for the oral argument is slowly causing anxiety to creep into your chest.
Yoongi gives you a light smack to your bicep. “Some people get nervous about this shit, you know that.”
“It’s weed, oh my god. You act like we’re cooking meth in our basement.”
Yoongi stops walking to give you a stern look with narrowed eyes and a cocked head. “You don’t even have a basement.”
“Yeah, well, it’s 2023, and weed is legal.”
“It is legal to purchase weed at a licensed dispensary. However, you are not licensed to sell weed, nor is your apartment a dispensary.”
“It’s got enough weed in it to be one,” Hoseok snorts, but the sound quickly morphs into a severe cough when Yoongi’s glare is directed at him.
Yoongi yanks his car door open and slides into the driver’s seat. Then, with one leg still on the ground and his arm holding the door open, he lets out a long sigh. “You two are insufferable.”
“Love you too, babe!” Hoseok giggles and sends his boyfriend a flying kiss as Yoongi drives out of the parking lot.
“For an anti-capitalist, Yoongi is so old-fashioned. I’m providing a product to the everyday person at a reasonable price,” you grumble while you fasten your seatbelt in Hoseok’s car. “Dispensaries are classist. They’re way too fucking expensive, and they’re all in affluent neighborhoods, anyway. The gentrification of marijuana in this country is ridiculous. Where does Yoongi think those tax funds end up? Not in neighborhoods that need them. And what about expunging people’s records? Is the government ever going to do that?”
You slump in your seat, the sudden energetic burst of social consciousness in you dying out. “I hate rich people.”
Hoseok hums in agreement, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives. “We’re about to be rich people, though.”
“Not me. Civil rights law isn’t going to make me rich, and I’m not touching corporate with a ten-foot pole.”
Yoongi and so many other people in your program are too dependent on what is and don’t stop to question what can be or what should be.
Ethics is a social construct, morality is subjective, and law is arbitrary.
Going to law school is less about learning how to be a lawyer and more about learning how to play a game.
🍃
When Park Jimin walks into your living room, all you can do is blink at him. Your eyes are red and glassy, your mouth dry even though you’ve been sipping water, and your limbs feel too gooey to bother getting up. Maybe you’re hallucinating him, which would be very upsetting because you don’t want to explore why he’s sticking around in your head.
But then Yoongi is ushering the guy to sit next to you, and the dip in the couch as he eases down feels too real.
“Ah, Jimin! You’re the friend!” Hoseok gives the newcomer a blinding smile. Smoke punctuates each word, billowing toward the ceiling. There’s already a thin haze to the room; you and Hoseok have been smoking for a while. “Welcome to our humble abode.”
Jimin gives Hoseok a small smile. He also turns to give you one, but it falters when you meet his gaze.
You’re not sure what expression you’re wearing. It could be anything, really. Or nothing at all.
“Hi,” he says quietly. His lips are so pink. You want to ask him how soft they are.
“How much do you want?” Is what you ask instead.
Jimin turns to Yoongi, who is now cuddled up with Hoseok on the other side of the room. The chair is made for only one person, but they have never known personal boundaries. You suppose if they’re dating, it doesn’t matter.
“Just give him an eighth,” Yoongi says with a dismissive wave. He’s more focused on plucking the blunt from Hoseok’s lips and bringing it to his own.
“Of what?” You huff your words, twisting the joint you’ve got between your middle finger and thumb. It’s clear that Jimin knows nothing about weed. He can’t even come up with a measurement or a strain.
Yoongi glares at you as if this is somehow your fault before saying, “Anything. Maybe not Girl Scout Cookies or Sour Diesel, though. I don’t want his brain melting out of his ears.”
Jimin makes a slight noise of surprise at that.
“Kidding,” Yoongi teases. “Well, about the brain-melting part. I mean it about the strains, though.”
Leaving your joint in an ashtray on the coffee table, you stand up with a groan. Moving is low on your list of things to do right now. The indica you’ve been smoking makes your movements feel slow, though you can’t tell if they actually are.
“Come on,” you mumble, gesturing for him to follow you down the hall. He goes without a word, eyes wide as if he’s about to discover something profound within the walls of your apartment. You don’t want to admit how cute he is, just as timid in your apartment as in class.
“We keep everything in the office. It’s super organized, but I guess that’s expected.” You don’t know why you’re rambling (yes, you do, it’s the weed).
Jimin nods. “Makes sense.”
He’s so cute, you think, when he asks if he wants you to close the door once you’ve reached the office. As if there is something to hide in here. Hoseok and Yoongi are the only other people in the apartment.
“I’m going to give you a hybrid. You know what that means?”
Jimin hovers over you when you crouch next to a dresser with multiple drawers. Numerous glass jars, all labeled with pieces of white tape and messy handwriting, are stacked in the drawer you open. You sift through them, taking a few to inspect before placing them back again.
“I do not.” At least he’s honest.
“It’s the happy medium between sativa and indica. Sativa gives you a head high. People tend to feel alert and creative sometimes. Indica gives you a body high. It’s the stereotypical kind of weed people talk about that makes you lazy and get the munchies. It’s because sativa has more THC than CBD, whereas indica is more CBD-heavy. Think about how people use CBD products when they’ve got joint pains or anxiety, right?”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” The statement is redundant, but you don’t mention it. Jimin looks like he hangs onto your every word as though his life depends on it. It’s funny, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at him.
Finding what you’re looking for, you hand a jar to Jimin. “It’s already weighed, so you can take the whole thing.”
Jimin holds the jar like it’s a newborn. This time, you let a few giggles slip out.
“Do you have something to smoke it with? A piece or a bong?”
A shake of his head is no surprise, but you act shocked because you’re high and feeling good, and you love how he looks when his eyes grow wide.
“Wow, you’re so cute,” you say with a grin that starkly opposes the shy blush that paints Jimin’s face. “You probably don’t know how to roll either, do you?”
Another shake of his head. Of course.
It’s not difficult to show Jimin how. You pull up another chair at your desk and push away all your notes and textbooks for school to clear a path to work. You show him how to grind the weed and roll a blunt and a joint — so he can figure out which one he likes better.
Jimin’s body is warm as he presses against yours, your shoulders bumping into each other every time you move your arm. He keeps close, eyes glued to your hands as you work slowly but diligently. It’s a bit disarming having him so close. Aside from the occasional hello during class, you’ve never really talked to Jimin. Concentrating with all his Pretty Boy energy fogging up your mind is tricky.
Or is it the weed? Nah, it’s the weed.
“If you end up not liking either, go to a head shop to buy a bowl — it’s a pipe. Maybe don’t go with a bong yet. Yoongi can help you. He likes bowls better, so he’ll have good recommendations.”
Once finished, you slip the blunts and joints into a ziplock bag. When you pass it to Jimin, you can’t help but let your fingers brush against his. The touch sends waves of hot electricity up your arm. The shock of it makes your entire body tingle. Sure, the weed is making your body extra sensitive, but it’s not only that. He’s so fucking hot.
You don’t realize you’re staring at him. It’s hard not to stare or even know where to begin. His plush, pillowy lips? His fluffy, dirty-blonde hair that falls into his eyes? So cute that you don’t even care when he has to do a Bieber flip to get his bangs out of his face?
And, fuck, he’s not wearing the usual crisp white Oxford shirt and black chinos get-up. He must have gone home to change after class because now he’s wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt (probably designer from the looks of it) and grey jogger sweatpants that do nothing to hide how thick his thighs are and you’re sure if you get a chance to look at his ass you’ll find that that part of his body is thick, too. Expensive athleisure wear looks even better on him than professional clothing. It makes him look soft.
“Thank you,” Jimin says, speaking your name softly, and you feel like your knees grow weak at the sound of it tumbling from lips like those. “I’m sorry, I feel like I barged in here and took up your time. Not knowing anything… I’m sure you’re used to people with more knowledge than I do.”
Shaking your head, you guide Jimin out of the office and lock it behind you. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?”
It’s funny that he’s concerned about something like this, as if marijuana knowledge is so embarrassing not to have.
When you turn around, you realize the two of you are standing way too close. Your apartment isn’t a shoebox, but it certainly isn’t large. The hallway is slim, and Hoseok has a million and one plants and decorative furniture scattered around for the “aesthetic,” which makes it even harder to navigate tight spaces.
You’re not complaining, though. This close, you can see that Jimin is wearing contacts that make his eyes hazel, little flecks of orangish-brown highlighting his naturally dark irises.
Jimin’s eyes drop to your lips, and you feel your stomach drop along with them. Even though you’re not touching each other, your skin tingles with the knowledge that you could be touching. He’s so close. All it would take is one tiny shuffle forward, and you could slot yourself against his nimble — but what you assume is a very solid — frame.
“Yeah,” he speaks as he releases a soft exhale. You feel his warmth and shudder. “Thank you, still.”
“No problem,” you whisper.
Jimin’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. His teeth draw it in slightly, and when he lets go, you can see how his lip bounces back into place.
Dragging your eyes back to meet his takes an embarrassing amount of effort. He’s finally looking at your eyes, too, with an expression you don’t understand because you don’t really know him.
“How much do I owe you?”
Right. Because he’s here with Yoongi for a reason. You swallow, turning your head to the side to hopefully break whatever spell Jimin and weed have put you under.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Jimin inhales sharply, but you keep your eyes down. “I must pay you something. I don’t know what’s a standard amount.”
If you were anyone else, you could honestly rip him off. The guy has no clue — he is even admitting that he doesn’t! But there are embers smoldering in the pit of your stomach.
“Nope,” you say with a tone of finality. You can hardly think before your following words slip out of your mouth like snakes. “Pretty Boys get weed free of charge.”
“W-w-what?” Jimin looks unbearably cute when he’s confused. It’s almost too much for you to handle.
So you don’t.
Without another word, you head back to the living room. Jimin follows silently. You’re sure his face is still painted with shock because Yoongi gives the two of you an odd look.
“Right where I left you,” you tease.
Untangling his limbs from Hoseok’s, Yoongi lets out an old man grunt and stands. You hadn’t believed him when he said he wouldn’t be staying, but it’s clear that he’s sticking to his promise when he starts patting down his legs to make sure he has his keys.
“Got what you need, Chim?”
Chim? How close are Yoongi and Jimin? And why are you only now learning of this friendship?
Jimin nods, his bottom lip between his teeth once again. He insists that you’ve been a great help to him, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours. It’s so different than his shy avoidance in class.
“Don’t worry, Yoong,” you insist as you plop back on the couch. Your joint is patiently waiting for you. “I took good care of him.”
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You’ve never been very good at math, but it doesn’t take a mathematician to know that Pretty Boy Jimin ends up costing you hundreds of dollars as the semester progresses.
All your peers will walk away from law school making six figures easily. But not you. You just had to give a shit about the world, didn’t you? You just had to pick an area of law that values protecting human rights over making a profit.
God, being a good person is so hard!
And now, Park Jimin is sucking you dry before you can even earn money. Every time his fat little ass sashays away from your apartment with another jar of free weed, you can practically hear the chime of money signs ringing out with each step.
There’s a worse feeling, though. It hadn’t occurred to you until now, as you stand in the entranceway of Jimin’s apartment unit, your backpack carrying precious cargo inside slung over one shoulder.
Allowing Jimin to walk out of your apartment with the Pretty Boy Discount of free marijuana hurts your pocket, but doing a free weed delivery is even more pathetic. You're wasting your own time and gas money to drive to Park Jimin’s motherfucking apartment to deliver him weed that you aren’t even going to charge him for simply because he’s hot.
Maybe this is the terrible consequence of abstaining from sex to “focus on school” — as if smoking weed with Hoseok all day isn’t a distraction. But, on the other hand, maybe you just need to get laid.
Dipping on this commitment would be easy, you think as you bounce on the balls of your feet. You could leave right now before Jimin answers the door, ask Hoseok to handle Jimin’s future requests, and put all of this behind you. But, of course, the entire situation is ridiculous anyway. You don’t even know Jimin. Not really.
There’s a clicking sound from the other side of Jimin’s front door. Logically, you know it’s the sound of him unlocking the door, but your nerves tell you it’s the sound of your fate being locked into place. It may as well be because Jimin opens the door with a smile that puffs up his cheeks, his hair looks damp, and he smells like body wash.
Fuck.
“Hi!” His voice squeaks, but a deep cough returns it to a normal tone. “I mean, uh, I appreciate you coming by.”
Your tongue presses into your cheek as you regard him for a moment. He might consider your silence as negative because he quickly sidesteps to allow you into his apartment.
You give Jimin a smirk. “I think you should at least give me a tip.”
“O-oh, I mean… oh, um,” he stutters, and you can’t help but laugh.
A rush of air escapes your nostrils in a low-energy, nearly silent laugh. While coming to Jimin’s place might seem like a lot of effort, the truth is that you’re bored, and lately, you’ve been seeking anything to get your mind off the loneliness you feel when your apartment is dark and Hoseok is with Yoongi.
So, even though part of you chastises yourself, you’re willing to risk looking pathetic or desperate if it means you can have someone to smoke with and get some time away from your too-quiet apartment. Not because Jimin is the most attractive person you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
Jimin’s pretty eyes widen, and you quickly wave your hand to brush off his sudden panic.
“I’m kidding,” you confess as you twist your backpack around your body to pull out a small glass mason jar. It’s cute how concerned he is.
No, not cute. Naive. You shake yourself out of the feeling.
”Well, come on then.” You walk through Jimin’s apartment into the living room. It’s your first time making a delivery with him, so you’ve never been to his apartment. Yet you walk through the building with unearned familiarity. You’ve got manners; sometimes, you choose not to use them.
“How have you and Hoseok been?”
“Prepping for finals. And that fucking oral argument Kim’s got us doing,” you groan. School talk wasn’t something you had in mind when you showed up, but in the months you’ve spent getting to know Jimin more, you’ve learned he’s a total nerd. He’s probably excited about the assessment.
“Sometimes I think he’s trying to kill us,” Jimin says with a slight grin. “Is it ethical, moral, or legal to terrify your students to the point of throwing up before evaluations?”
“Don’t tease Yoongi like that! You know he has public speaking anxiety!”
Jimin does a little half-skip to avoid your attempt to slap his chest. Although you know the both of you are drowning in student loans and law school tuition fees, the apartment is much nicer than expected. You wonder if Jimin has a roommate. He’s never mentioned one before.
“Don’t tell him, or he’ll beat me up.”
Eyerolls aren’t a commitment to anything, but you know Jimin knows you wouldn’t dare repeat his words.
Plopping onto his couch, you scoot the coffee table between your knees and set the jar down. Beside the jar, you place everything you need to roll for Jimin, including a grinder and swishers. You could have rolled it all in advance, but you don’t like to feel rushed. Prepping is the best part. It relaxes you.
Jimin slowly slides into place beside you on the couch. He leaves enough room between the two of you to be respectful, although something tells you it’s less about his desire to make you feel comfortable and more about his discomfort.
He’s nervous, but you don’t know why. He keeps dragging his palms against his thighs, roughly rubbing his jeans. Every once in a while, he lifts his hand to touch his bottom lip. Then, when you sneak a glance at him, he quickly turns away. There’s nothing of note to look at in the apartment, but he seems engrossed in something for those fleeting moments before you’re sure he’s looking at you once again.
“I should probably learn how to do this… Like, properly… I can’t remember everything you did the first time,” Jimin mumbles. When you look up, his cheeks are dusted a light pink.
“Sorry, I probably went too fast that time.” You give him an apologetic look that makes his face redden even more. “It’s not as hard as people make it out to be. Just need a good teacher.”
If Jimin expects you to be his teacher again, he doesn’t say so. You could be. You can’t stop yourself from giving the guy free weed; you might as well add comprehensive rolling lessons in the mix.
By this point, rolling a blunt is about muscle memory; you don’t have to use an ounce of brainpower. Your eyes can wander, sweep over the contents of Jimin's living room, your thoughts floating off to wonder about the little details of the man’s life you aren’t privy to. Who are his friends? Where is his family? You look for photographs on shelves or hanging on the walls, items that are a staple in your and Hoseok’s apartment. Would Yoongi be in any of his photos? So many people in the city come in like ghosts.
“Do you, um, would you like to stay?”
Jimin's voice pulls you back to the living room, where your hands have already finished two blunts without you realizing it.
"Isn’t that what you meant when you said I could smoke with you?" You question around the blunt you’ve brought between your lips, pausing to light it.
Jimin shakes his head, not as an answer to your question, but to himself. “Yes, of course.”
“You wanna share this or smoke your own?" You can keep working on rolling the rest in the meantime.
Rather than answer your question verbally, Jimin does something that makes your heart fall into the pit of your fucking stomach. The supposedly shy, naive man parts his lips and juts his chin toward you.
The meaning behind his action hits you in the chest immediately. You let your eyes drift over his mouth, and you try not to react when his tongue swipes across his bottom lip while he patiently waits for you to give him what he wants. And you’re gonna do it, too. No questions asked.
Pinching the blunt between your middle finger and thumb, you twist on the couch to face Jimin with your legs tucked beneath you. Of course, if your fingertips brush against his lips when you place the blunt between them, that’s no one’s business, and you fucking plead the fifth, thanks.
Jimin’s eyes never leave yours when he wraps his lips around the blunt and inhales. He takes the hit like a champ, not coughing once despite the smoke’s thickness when he exhales. It’s been a few months since he started coming to you for weed. You shouldn’t be proud of his improvement, but you are anyway. Even if it’s weird to be.
“Thanks.” Jimin looks like a droopy-eyed dragon, eyes heavy and narrow when he expresses his appreciation. His voice is low and thick, and it makes your stomach swoop.
You nod your head and take the blunt from him. “No problem.”
Time is hardly discernible in normal circumstances for you, especially when you’re high. So you can’t imagine how long you sit with Jimin on his couch, watching smoke billow in the air and talking about how unfortunate it is that Frank Ocean and Rihanna ghosted the music industry.
For a while, the two of you fall silent. You lean your head against the couch and close your eyes, content with listening to the music Jimin put on until another thought enters your mind. One you can’t bring yourself to ignore.
“You ever fucked while you’re high?”
You ask the question once you and Jimin have finished the first blunt and move on to the second. The lighter you’re using is hot pink with blue and purple flowers printed on it. Something feels fitting about that.
The question takes you by surprise even though you’re the one asking it, unsure why you’re asking it aside from knowing the weed will make you more likely to speak your mind. Jimin, though. The poor guy is even more startled. As he should be, you think.
His hand trembles slightly when he passes you the blunt when it’s your turn to take a hit. “Uhh, um, have I— what?”
You roll your eyes and blow a smoke ring in Jimin’s direction. You wait for his coughing to subside before you repeat yourself.
“Have you ever had sex while under the influence of marijuana, Jimin-ssi?”
“No…”
“Hmm, you should. It’s really fun. Feels good.”
“Oh.”
“Do you wanna try it now?”
It’s comical how Jimin gulps, literally gulps, like a fucking cartoon character. “Now?”
Marijuana is an aphrodisiac. It won’t make Jimin want you, but it’s clear from his suggestive behavior that he already does. The weed will simply, hopefully, make him less nervous about it.
You pretend you don’t notice how he shifts to press his thighs together on the couch.
“Come on,” you encourage him. “Stop thinking so much.”
You know you’re too forward and sudden, but it feels justified because you’ve been thinking about Jimin for months. The buildup over the past few months has been stifling.
Giving consent is what finally unlocks something in Jimin. One moment he’s staring at you with wide, timid eyes; the next, he’s got his hand around your throat.
With a light squeeze, Jimin pulls you into him to slot his lips with yours. Holding back a moan is nearly impossible when his tongue pries your lips open. It’s wet and hot, and your skin tingles when you taste the smoke on him when his tongue curls around your own. Smoking always makes you feel warm, but you feel like you’re on fire when Jimin whimpers into your mouth. His pace is unrelenting. You feel like you’re tripping over yourself as you attempt to keep up with the quick work of his lips. The effort has you practically straddling his lap.
Tightening his grip on your throat, Jimin uses it to tilt you how he wants you. A pleased hum vibrates against your mouth when he hears you moan from the pressure of his fingers digging into the soft skin of your neck. It’s only when you start to get lightheaded, and your lips slow that Jimin finally pulls away.
His eyes' heavy, sensual look remains, but you’re surprised to find his slick lips forced into a frown.
“I’m sorry.”
You could ask why, but you assume Jimin’s forwardness isn’t typical behavior. The good thing is that it is for you.
Rather than address the unnecessary tension, you let your lips do all the work and pull Jimin in for another ruthless kiss.
“I don’t wanna hear any apologies from you,” you murmur against his mouth. “The only thing I want your lips doing is eating me out.”
Jimin lets out a high-pitched whine that sets something dangerous off, buzzing through your body. “Please.”
Maybe you’re pathetic with how quickly you strip yourself of your clothes, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. His eyes never leave your body as you toss the clothing onto the floor. “You’re so beautiful…”
“Yeah?” You lean with your back against the arm of the couch, scooting down slightly so you can let your legs fall open.
He nods sharply and is silent momentarily as he rubs his palms down the length of your legs, settling between them.
"I've always wanted to talk to you," Jimin speaks with a hushed tone. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh. "I just get nervous. I'm sure that seems pretty lame."
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. Every touch sends goosebumps pebbling across your skin. It’s exhilarating. You feel like your entire body is a hot wire, sparking and buzzing at a dangerous frequency.
"Yoongi said this would be a good way for us to get to know each other. The weed, not this this!" It's shocking to you how adorable he can be at the same time he sucks the skin of your inner thigh into his mouth, swirling his tongue around after biting down hard enough to make you gasp.
Your head falls back as you feel the tip of Jimin’s tongue drags along your clit. He swirls it around, drawing small circles in a steady rhythm. Every time his tongue pulls back, you can hear a soft smacking sound of his lips. He’s likely swallowing the drool collecting in his mouth. You’re sure he’s probably getting a bad case of cotton mouth from the excessive sound.
It makes you smile knowing he’s that sensitive. It takes much more weed in your system to start feeling dry in the mouth, but you’ve been smoking more years than Jimin and at a higher frequency.
“Oh fuck,” you moan out a misshapen puff of smoke when Jimin’s tongue returns to your clit.
This time he wraps his plush lips around it and suckles lightly, using his tongue to flick from side to side. His little grunts and moans make your pussy vibrate, sending a tingling sensation through the inside of your thighs and down to your toes.
Your hand shakes as you bring the blunt back to your lips. A whine tries to break through, but you force it back down your throat as you inhale more smoke. It’s hard when your body feels like it’s burning up.
Every gentle touch of Jimin’s lips and tongue on your skin feels like a punch to your stomach in a way that is so deliriously delicious you can hardly take it. Wetness drips down your pussy and smears against your thighs, either from your arousal or Jimin’s drool or both, but you don’t care how messy it is when Jimin pulls back enough to spit more onto your clit.
You let out a surprised sound, lifting your head slightly to see a string of saliva connect Jimin’s pouty bottom lip with your skin.
Fuck, you didn’t think Pretty Boy had it in him.
Using two fingers, Jimin spreads his spit around your clit, pushing it down until he slides into your pussy with ease. You didn’t need the extra lubrication, but you groan at the wet sound that echoes through Jimin’s apartment as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you. He brings his lips back to your clit, sucking harder and massaging your skin with his tongue even faster to match the pace his fingers take.
When he finally locates the spot that makes your legs shake, hitting it repeatedly, you dig your fingers into his fluffy hair and yank his head back.
“H-h-here,” you stutter, pressing the blunt against his lips. They’re shiny, and the idea of sticking a wet blunt between your lips makes you want to cringe, but you don’t care because his lips are shiny with you.
Jimin doesn’t stop thrusting into you, but his pace slows as he concentrates on taking another hit.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he groans. With the blunt between his lips, Jimin’s hands fly to unbutton his jeans. Another groan sounds around the blunt once he’s freed himself of the retraining pants.
You let out a quiet sigh as you try to collect yourself while Jimin smokes. “I told you it feels good. It’s different, isn’t it?”
“Mhmm…”
There’s a large wet patch staining the front of Jimin’s briefs. It makes the fabric stick to his cock, clearly outlining his length and girth — big enough to make you drool but small enough that you won’t go home sore and regretful.
“Lemme ride you.” You use your free hand to push Jimin into the back of the couch. He plants his feet on the floor and spreads his thighs as you get comfortable in his lap. “Wanna smoke the rest while we fuck.”
Your head is in the clouds, your body melting like butter as Jimin skirts his hands along your sides. He eventually pauses to squeeze your hips, and you swear you can feel him all over you.
It’s quick work, tugging down the final article of clothing separating the two of you. It’s hard not to stare, especially when Jimin twitches and shivers with every light touch of your fingertips along the ridges and veins of his cock.
Your clit drags against the head of his cock when you adjust in his lap, and you let out a ragged moan.
“Soaked,” Jimin murmurs, “You’ve got me all wet.”
It’s true. Jimin’s thighs glisten from where you’ve leaked all over him. Your clit throbs so much it’s beginning to hurt from the sensitivity.
“Condom,” you practically wheeze out. “If you go in raw, you’re probably gonna bust a nut immediately, and I’m not interested in that for many reasons.”
Jimin’s face turns even pinker.
“O-okay, give me a second, please.” So fucking polite, and for what?
He holds you at the base of your spine with one hand as he leans forward to snatch his jeans with his other hand. There’s a condom in his wallet, so you assume your classmate isn’t all innocent.
It’s quick work rolling the condom on. Uninterested in teasing yourself further because you feel like you’ll die if you don’t orgasm soon, you push Jimin hard against the back of the couch. You slip down his cock with ease, with no stretch or sting, from how turned on you are.
“I feel like I’m already gonna come.” Jimin throws his head back against the couch.
His lips fall open, and you quickly snatch the blunt from them so it doesn’t fall and burn one of you. He looks beautiful, angelic even. His lips are puffy and pink, his cute little mismatched front teeth peeking out. His tongue flicks around his mouth as his breathing grows heavier.
You squeeze one of his shoulders with your free hand while your other keeps the blunt pinched to your lips. As you take a drag, you lift your hips and quickly bring them back down, your ass slapping Jimin’s thighs as you engulf his cock again. Your skin sounds wet and sticky, but Jimin’s whine drowns out the sound.
“Shit,” he hisses. Blunt nails dig into your skin, but it doesn’t hurt; it only feels good. Everything feels so good.
You hardly notice how hard you shake as you slam yourself down on Jimins’ cock again. Your head is too spacey to go fast, but you do your best to set a steady pace of bouncing on Jimin’s cock. It doesn’t matter if he’s already going to come. You feel your orgasm building up with every squeeze of his fingers and the pathetic moans from his mouth.
You lean forward to latch your lips to the base of Jimin’s neck when he again drops his head. Pulling the skin into your mouth, you suck hard. You know the shock the discomfort will send across his body, pain that quickly morphs into pleasure and makes his cock twitch inside you.
“Jesus Christ.” Jimin reaches up to brush his bangs away from his eyes. Sweat makes the hair remain in place, pushed up, making him look as wrecked as he sounds. His cheeks are bright red now, and the color bleeds down his neck, where you’re sure his chest is bright red, too.
Fuck, why didn’t you take off his shirt? It feels like a quick and dirty fuck, although you’re not sure you want it to be. You’re unsure what you want this to be or mean. Or how you want it to feel.
All you know is that you feel like you’ll come at the sight of Jimin’s toned stomach and chest when you pull the hem of his shirt up to bunch it right above his nipples.
Holding onto the fabric gives you more leverage to pick up your pace. It’s needed because Jimin is a puddle beneath you. His arms are tossed to his slides like they’re made out of rubber, flopped onto the couch cushions. He can barely lift his hips. He only makes a few weak attempts to thrust into you before he’s whining again, head lolled to the side with furrowed eyebrows. He looks so fucked out.
“Please, ahh, fuck, please,” Jimin begs, though you’re not sure for what.
“Wanna come, pretty boy?” You squeeze his t-shirt harder and yank it slightly, just enough to pull Jimin’s back a few inches from the couch. “You’re gonna have to work harder. I already gave you so much.”
Jimin’s eyes roll in pleasure when you clench around him, little “oh’s” and “ah’s” punched out of him. “Okay, yes, yes, fuck, yes, I’ll be soooo—”
You bring his hands back to your waist as he babbles. The contact must give him a bit of clarity because he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and begins to thrust into you hard.
“I’ll. Be. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word is punctuated by a mind-shattering thrust as Jimin pulls you down onto his cock.
If you were on the edge before, you’re falling by the time he picks up the pace and thrusts into you even harder. The buildup was long and hot, yet your orgasm hits you so hard it might as well have been a surprise.
You curl into yourself and press your face into the crook of Jimin’s neck while he continues his unforgiving rhythm until he comes with a choked-out moan of your name.
The silence should be uncomfortable. How awkward and irrational was it to simply… tell Jimin that you wanted to fuck? And for Jimin to go along with it? Casual hookups aren’t really your thing. Pretty Boy Jimin seems to be the exception for everything, though.
Heavy breathing fills the silence as the two of you try to calm down, your chests rising and falling in tandem. It’s comforting to lean all your weight on Jimin, despite how his bunched-up t-shirt presses uncomfortably into your chest. Even the feeling of his cock softening inside of you doesn’t bother you any.
At some point, Jimin had placed the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table. It's shocking that he had the mind to do so; you would have accidentally burned a hole into his comfy, expensive-looking couch. It's a good thing you had the mind to use a condom. Imagine burn marks and cum stains. Sheesh.
The kiss Jimin presses to your temple when he turns his head feels way more domestic than you deserve. You smile, teeth pressed against his skin, despite yourself. You can blame the giddiness you feel on the weed, and not whatever Pretty Boy Jimin has done to trigger warmth inside your chest.
“I think I gave you more than the tip…”
With narrowed eyes, you lift your head from Jimin’s neck to look him square in the face so quickly that you’re worried you might pull a muscle in your neck. “You’re not fucking funny.”
Jimin lets his head fall back to laugh hard enough that his eyes squeeze shut. It’s so endearing that you overlook such a bad joke. Pretty Boy Jimin seems to get away with a lot. You don’t mind it as much as you act like you do.
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PAC: Characteristics of your FS
This is for or all the people with intention to marry or have a long term relationship. Next up will be a soulmate characteristic PAC. I decided to split it in two to get more details!
Now onto the PAC!
Here are the piles!
Pile 1
Pile 2
Pile 3
Pile 4
Ready? Let's go!
Pile 1
This person is a rebel. Might be a bit hypocritical about it. Like they might come from money but decide to live out their best broke musician dreams while still living in their rich dad's apartment that he bought for them. That's just one case example, take it as it resonates.
This person loves to keep appearances, they love to be in control of how people perceive them. I'm seeing they want to be taken seriously.
Long, messy, brown, curly hair. Middle part is possible.
North America, Australia, Oceania, Hawaii, UK.
Dainty eyes?, Blue eyes, light eyes.
Not too defined features but also not ugly. Might be what people call "medium ugly" for some of you. Nothing too shocking about their features.
Musician, plays guitar, indie music taste, 420 friendly? Nirvana (the band), big social life, plaid shirts, leather jackets, bad boy persona, baddie aesthetic, motorbike, cigarette, old school lover, 70s aesthetic and fashion.
Pile 2
This person is very much hypocritical, they don't know what they want in life. Very much lost with their career and family life. You might help guide them.
They definitely have unconventional dreams like opening up a tea shop, or flower shop. Which is fine, but I'm seeing they want to do that for the wrong reasons. Very easily manipulated person, it'll be frustrating for you to see. But they'll get better with your help probably.
Probably from any capitalist country. Take that as you will.
Light eyes or medium eyes but not dark. Downturned eyes.
Short hair, pixie cut, wolf cut.
Wears bandanas, baggy clothes, long skirts, hippie style, boho aesthetic, activist. Necklaces and bracelets, lots of jewelery in general.
(sorry it's a bit short, your person wasn't too specific with the looks but rather with the personality)
Pile 3
You guys got yourselves a romantic, old school, kinda person. They probably listen to music from the 50s and 60s and jazz, lots of jazz. Might love to take things slow and smooth. Doesn't like running late to things and is always calm and early. Very collected person, never a hair out of place. Always is composed. They might have been different before they met you. They probably were chaotic and funny before they met you but something happened that made them this sophisticated, chic person. You might need to bring the fun in them back, I'm hearing. Might be a judgy individual.
Latinx, Hispanic, Southern Europe, North America (East Coast)
Brown eyes, very deep set eyes, intense gaze
Short hair, very short for men, curly hair, either Brown or dirty blonde.
Long eyelashes, very pretty features. Either small nose or large nose, no in between; defined face, high cheekbones.
Medium height, slightly muscular.
60s, 50s music and fashion, coffee and tea lover, might be a cook or love to do it, kitchen lover, architecture fanatic, probably loves house decor and renovation, secretive, mysterious, romantic, candle collector.
Pile 4
(idk i swear this is not Hozier themed, there's just something about him present here)
"imagine being loved by me"
This persoooon omg. So pure hearted. Truly has the best intentions at heart. They literally are sunshine personified. They radiate light, like their smile lights up a room and they always look clean and cheerful. The type of person everyone likes. No one ever dares say anything negative about them and if they do, it's because of jealousy.
They might have a lot of pretty privilege that makes this effect happen. Like if this person was a 6/10 (conventional attractiveness scale) their personality wouldn't be as appreciated. But because they're so beautiful inside and out, it shines through. I'm getting they realize this privilege and it rubs them the wrong way sometimes but they won't fight against it because it's helping them with their goals.
North America, Sweden, Finland, etc, Northern Europe and UK.
Blonde hair, short hair, curly hair, honey hair.
blue eyes, light eyes, almond shaped eyes
Bunny pretty (that one TikTok trend ifykyk), slim, short, cherubin look (if you don't know what that is, think cupid angel type of beauty), white clothes, flowy dresses, short eyelashes, defined jawline, big smile, straight teeth, bunny teeth, cardigans.
Hope it resonates for all of you!!! 💕
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Go ahead, Lina, talk about why you like Rollo. I need a reminder on why he's the best ever :DD
SORRY FOR A LATE REPLY AURORA I GOT HOME A FEW HOURS AGO AND NEEDED TO REST and the power went out while i was typing this. why is this world so rollophobic
warning for lots of rambling under the cut!
first of all, his design.
"haha funny boy with a bowl cut and a huge hat" virgin vs "literally the most fun design to draw" chad. yes i'm the second one.
of course his design is heavily inspired by his counterpart but i just love it a lot! i really like the colors (some of them lowkey remind me of a bi flag JDKDLSLSL) of his outfit and i like how the color of his hair and his eye color look with them!
i actually disagree with people who say that he'd look better with longer hair or a more detailed/"unique" hairstyle bc i think in that case his design would feel very overwhelming? meanwhile here it looks much more balanced! when i draw him, it feels really nice bc i don't have to do much when it comes to his hair, i can just focus on the outfit! (though i had to get used to drawing his hairstyle, bc my art style is just. floofy hair.. soft hair..)
speaking of his hair..
I'M STILL NOT OVER HIM HAVING MORE MESSY-LOOKING HAIR AND EVEN HAVING AN AHOGE. I'M STILL INSANE ABOUT IT THIS IS SO CUTE. i've talked about it with my other friends and i hc that his hair is like that simply bc he wears a hat most of the time and.. yeah, your hair can become like that after you wear a hat. and like, maybe his hair has no choice but to look like that no matter how much he tries to take care of it and make it look better, so he also tries to hide it with his hat HDJKDKSLD.
also, i find it so funny how on some images it looks like he has really bad dark circles, meanwhile on other images you can clearly see that he wears makeup, so here's my rollo headcanon number 420 (i have so many of them. so many. literally about any topic. i am going insane): rollo tries to hide his dark circles with makeup, but fails miserably and he's really bad at it and nobody has a heart to tell him that he's actually not really doing a good job.
HIS CHIBI VERSION IS SO. SQUISHING AND BITING HIM. WHAT'S THAT EVIL SMILE FOR. YOU SILLY GOOFY MAN
now, his personality.
HE'S SO. SIFGHDHJFBDFBHDJNDVFDNM!!!!!! i love how rollo isn't just a "cold and emotionless anime guy". HE HAS EMOTIONS!! HE HAS SO MANY OF THEM!!! LITERALLY THE WHOLE MASQUERADE EVENT CAN BE A METAPHOR FOR EXPRESSING ALL THE FEELINGS YOU HAD REPRESSED FOR SO MANY YEARS AND ENDING UP DOING SO IN A WAY THAT'S HARMFUL FOR OTHERS (and probably you).
okay, i've said it before in my other post (the ask game one) but the fact that he's literally one of the few characters (if not the only one) who actually says that yuu must feel weird being the only magicless student and that it can be very scary and tiring. man. and like, when everyone has to split up into groups, rollo is the only one who asks what yuu will be doing. i could try my best to not go "this man is in love with them" at least for a second, but no, this man is in love with them. "oh it's only because they're magicless" shut up. so what if it IS because they're magicless. what if yuu is so pure to him, nobody can touch them. what if he wants to protect them from magic users. rolloyuu can either be the cutest and softest ship ever or they can be the most toxic ship BUT IN A GOOD WAY. IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU GO "waittttt 👀👀👀 that's kinda. that's kinda. hold on a minute" LIKE YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYINGGGGGG. all variations of rolloyuu are good. all of them. his ghost room voicelines are also so. it's like, even if he's studying at nrc currently, you can clearly see that he still has favoritism for yuu. it really feels like he sees them as the only "good" student here. it feels like he's a little bit more.. um.. maybe he's more of a tsundere now, since now he knows that yuu likes magic? such as him being surprised when yuu shows him that they want to be friends with him and thinking that it's all just some kind of evil scheme and then being shocked that they're just genuinely nice and saying that it just makes everything even worse. OTOME GAME LOVE INTEREST BEHAVIOR. and him also kinda scolding them for "asking for a present" from him but then saying that birthdays really are important and that he hopes he won't disappoint them with his present. man. m a n. AND HIS OTHER VOICELINES STILL MENTION HIM FEELING SORRY FOR MC AND SAYING THAT THEY CAN ALWAYS RELY ON HIM AND ANYWAY ROLLOYUU ARE MARRIED-
but i should go back to the topic of his personality! you know what makes me insane. it's that rollo, no matter how hard he tries to look like this serious and organized person who has everything under control is canonically a dork in the most affectionate way. HIS FLYING LESSONS VOICELINES ARE SO FUNNY. the fact that he goes "WHY WON'T THIS THING LISTEN TO MEEEEE" when it's not working out, but when everything is fine, he immediately goes "oh, it's quite simple actually"?? i'm going to kiss you on the mouth, you idiot SJKDKDLSLS. he's also canonically a horse girl, which makes sense bc of his counterpart, but also HORSE GIRL ROLLO REAL. i need his lab coat sr. or at least let him take alchemy classes with his current card i want to know what he'll say.
his battle voicelines are so cool, i'm literally obsessed with them. HE LITERALLY SAYS THAT HE HAS UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF AFTER BEATING UP SOME GUYS. HOW COOL IS THAT. some of his voicelines totally didn't make me giggle and kick my feet. totally. don't look at me. me reading "good, how obedient" and "it seems you still desire punishment" and choking on my tea
also i love how his vignette exceeded my expectations and didn't just make me go "i love him <3", it made me go "i need to take care of him, i need to give him a blanket, i need to force him to go to sleep when he needs it, i need to kiss his stupid face, i need to tell him that he's enough-". like what do you mean he eats the exact same things (and not just food, but also the exact amount of it) for lunch and i'm pretty sure he does the same with breakfast and dinner. what do you mean he wakes up BEFORE SUNLIGHT to clean the bell and the gargoyles. what do you mean he likes the bell of salvation (yes, i'm sticking to fan translations) because "it rings when it's supposed to", meaning that he likes predictable things and things that he "already knows" (i think you can say that it's also implied in one of his voicelines where he can't understand why mc is "acting so familiar with him". they're being unpredictable. it's too hard for him to understand them.) what do you mean even when he knows that it will be easier/more convenient for him to do something different, he still does it the same way that he always does. i need him to go to therapy, this man has at least one mental illness and i'm like 100% sure that he's neurodivergent. (i've said it so many times on discord but he's ocd-coded. i say that as someone who has ocd. that's it. i do so many of the things that he does, it actually was a little uncomfortable (but also validating) to read his vignette, i was like "?? DUDE?? PLEASE?? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW UNHEALTHY IT IS?? wait i don't have a right to say that". the bit where he says that he eats the exact same foods to "avoid unnecessary desires" especially reminded me of my own behavior, because my brain often makes me stop taking care of my needs because "otherwise the Bad Stuff will happen". but i won't go into detail)
also i like how he's loved by literally all nbc students?? say whatever you want, call him manipulative and all that, but it takes hard work to make people like you and admire you and rollo is definitely hardworking.
now, his role in the story. sure, him and idia have very similar backstories, but rollo's past resonates with me much more, because i really wish we had more characters that express their grief and other negative emotions as anger. of course, some people cry, some people isolate themselves, some people become afraid of everything, but in those cases those characters are usually portrayed as sympathetic, meanwhile those who want to punch people, want to fight back, want to scream and yell at everyone, often get portrayed as unsympathetic, scary or even abusive and toxic or just evil. which is.. not good. not good at all. anger is a valid and understandable emotion and it's actually good to be angry about things. i actually was shocked when my therapist told me that i SHOULD "bite and scratch people more" (as i've said it myself) right after i was describing to her how easy it is for me to get angry we also found out that it's actually one of my alters' doing and i was like "i sound like some kind of monster don't i". so it's really nice and actually kinda healing to see him just steal everyone's magic, set the town on fire (with flowers, but whatever) and still hate magic and not really getting a redemption arc. it's okay, he'll get there someday. him immediately starting to sob the moment he remembered what happened to his brother also broke me.
however, there is one tinyyyy problem with his backstory, though that's just me, probably. you see, idia blaming himself for what happened to ortho was more.. i wouldn't say understandable, but it makes sense story-wise. he really was involved in it, even if it really wasn't his fault and he was only a child, i can still see why he'd blame himself. but in rollo's case, him secretly blaming himself.. doesn't really make sense to me? i mean, his brother just wanted to show him his magic, sure, rollo could blame himself for just standing and not being able to help him, but.. i don't know, it just feels a little bit weaker to me. so when the story goes "hey, look at him, he's blaming the magic users for not saving his brother, when he actually thinks it's his fault"! i'm like ". okay. what do you want me to do. do you want me to give him a hug and tell him that it really wasn't his fault." like, according to him, other mages really couldn't help and they ignored him, so what do you want me to do?? do you want me to point at him and go "HAHA SO IT REALLY IS YOUR FAULT"?? i'm not gonna do that!!
also, the thing is that rollo isn't selfish at all. i don't think he thinks that highly of himself. i actually bet that his self-esteem is horrible. when idia tells rollo that rollo wasn't trying to save other people, but he actually wanted to save himself, rollo is genuinely confused and can't believe it and idia himself says that it looks like rollo really did think that he was doing it for others. and even if he secretly wanted to do it for himself, i don't think him saying that he wants to save others and end their suffering is selfish. and he also says that he'd love to lose his magic too and he doesn't like using his magic.
his parents also being worried about him and making sure he's fine in the vignette also breaks my heart.
soooo yeah! that's all i can think of right now, but of course, there's most likely much more, my brain is just a little tired, haha.
maybe none of this makes sense and i'm just biased and i'm projecting, but who cares. at least i'm having fun.
if you've read all of this, thank you and congrats! have a pic of my croissant plushie (+ a bnuuy!!) :)
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Weird shit.
I guess Tumblr uses AI that is quite stupid. Actually I object to the term AI and suggest using SI as "simulated intelligence" is more accurate. Like simulated vanilla versus actually the seed pod of an exotic tropical orchid. Kinda similar but absolutely not the real thing.
Reason is the post just following this one. I will look at my scribblings from outside tumblr to see how it looks from there. To one side suggestions appear. Beside my discussion of phonograph tone arms appeared undertaker (death professionals) equipment, Mercedes car parts, devices to assist old people pick up stuff, cable supports and something in Arabic, and another in Thai? Not at all related to anything I write about.
I am sure my tags had nothing to do with that. So Tumblr reads the text and somehow derives that utterly random stupid stuff is related?
Maybe it just had a bad day. A cosmic ray hit a bit register and off into random land. That sure promises peace and prosperity when our computer overlords come to power.
Anyway to business.
I am being tempted. The QUAD 405 amplifier is an elegant example of iconoclastic thinking. It dated from the late 1970s and was respected by the golden ears of the time. It had its limitations which are usually attributed to the limitations of the QUAD ESL 57, and later ESL 63 speaker. Those were darlings of golden ears for decades. This amplifier could drive them which is impressive, but had current limiting and stuff to keep from hurting the ESL 57.
This amp used what they called current dumping. The main signal was carried by a Class A amplifier. When more power was needed big brawny (for 1979) transistors would pour in the amps to help. The output was compared to the input but the correction was made only to the class A part. That is sort of like Feed Forward rather than feedback.
One of the objections "some people" have to feedback is that the correction is to a signal that has already gone by so is never right. Alternatively they say the circuit is flawed so sending a correction signal back to go through the same flawed circuit will never make it perfect. I guess the speed of light is just not fast enough for them.
A new product called the Benchmark AHB2 power amplifier pays royalties on a patent by THX Inc. for a feed forward scheme that to me sounds exactly like the old QUAD idea.
So there always seems to be a QUAD 405 or two listed in various places. There is one listed in my area for $800 bucks which is generally market value. It is a Mark 1. I just saw a Mark 2 listed for $420 bucks. It has a physical blemish or two but operates. Hence I get twitchy.
There are several kits from reliable sources that offer upgrades and restoration. The current limiting can be modified. Better OP Amps are available. The power supply can be fixed and upgraded. And all that can be done for reasonable money still well under $800 market value.
I am curious. My current set of amplifiers are a similar design vintage. But the QUAD is an outlier. The design is compact, basically simple and like the song says it's a "go your own way" design. There are many out there so there is a healthy fanbase and technical support. I would like to compare it to mine. Then I could sell it. I have no actual desire to own it. I would like to hear how it sounds when it is in good shape.
Right now my system is powerful, detailed and relaxing to listen to. I can just listen to my music. That really is what this is about.
But I am a nerd.
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why hello let me pitch you my book
you didn't ask for this. sorry
. i'm publishing it on tumblr because i want to get it out there and also. i'm sick and bored. what else am i supposed to do
the worldbuilding/plot
wahoo, magical realism
they're searching for atlantis with ✨a twist✨:
the twist being: phantom islands. and also, lost lands.
each of these cryptic pieces of land has its own weird magical thing. ie the isle of bermeja somewhere in the caribbean region can make you immortal in certain circumstances. sannikov land (on the laptiev sea, was mentioned in tma) is essentially a gateway to a pocket dimension. etc etc
atlantis however (located roughly as on athanasius kircher's map) is kinda like the cryptic piece of land supreme. here i'm taking some inspiration from edgar cayce (and by proxy disney's 2001 film atlantis: the lost empire). it's kinda like a superpowerful energy source. also potential treasure trove. also, impossible to find
there's a ragtag bunch of searchers who want to find atlantis for various reasons. some even don't want to find it
most of them live at their hq in elder valley, a mansion on the isle of guernsey and just. research. and found family
the characters
guillaume louis de grailly the seventh (also known as louis grailly) – 32 years old. enfp. french aristocracy (raised in england). the main driving force for the search. a professional heir & hobbyist treasure hunter with a cambridge history degree as a treat. also somewhat a philosopher. quite a good leader. made some bad choices in life and thus regrets a lot. wants to set himself apart from his family and continue the legacy of his mentor, professor adelard talvey. appears either very posh and well-groomed, or dresses in a cambridge sweatshirt, pyjamas trousers and birkenstocks. big repressed gay. divorced from his forced-lavender-marriage-wife, audrey. father to edith 'eddy' grailly (he did in fact name his daughter after edith piaf)
victor revenko – 31 years old. intj. british/jewish/ukrainian. works as a researcher/archivist for the national archives after his explosive departure from cambridge, where he alongside louis was mentored by talvey. wants desperately to make a name for himself and become something more than just an archivist. man's frustrated. physically cannot get over anything and is quite neurotic. big nerd big autism. weak lungs. short king. fuelled by coffee. wears exclusively bluegrey grandpa jumpers. speaks russian, latin, french & german. he is also gay and not really repressed.
captain ines highmore – circa 420 years old, physically 53. immortal. entj. british/barbadian. born to an english navyman and a barbadian woman sometime in the late 16th century. depending on the time in history, either a pirate or a navy officer. she's a mean old lesbian and will flirt with a woman at any given chance. obtained immortality by an incident that took place when she and her pirate crew landed on bermeja. doesn't cope particularly well with not being in charge (lots of banter with louis). wants to find out more about her condition. a bit of a jokester, in a lovable arsehole sort of way. has plenty of piercings (a few in her nose, her lip, LOTS in her ears, also has her eyebrow and nips pierced) and tattoos (a kraken on her right arm, a lobster on her left, lots of constellations on her whole body. also names of her various gfs). also, if that wasn't obvious, she has muscles. cool brave show-stopping etc etc etc
nastia 'nastenka' sergeyevna [redacted] - 12 and a half years old. infj. russian. ex-student in a petersburg middle school, now a smuggler/hitchhiker. daughter to scientist sergey ivanovich [redacted] whose main area of expertise was sannikov land. when her father's life became compromised, she basically hitchhiked her way out of russia with all his notes etc. currently under the care of louis grailly and co. likes: anime, ice skating, cocoa, dressing weird. this child is so neurodivergent seriously you guys. her dad taught her english, french, spanish and german. of her own accord, she's learning japanese. ace icon (squints at kisses in films like an 8 year old boy). misses her dad
audrey sainsbury de grailly – 28 years old. isfp. english. the ultimate posh art hoe. has an art history degree, sells & collects art, paints, just… a professional art hoe. girlboss with near-unlimited financial resources. actually owns the elder valley. was, for about 3-4 years, forcibly married to louis grailly (and had a kid with him). they get on better divorced than ever before. #divorcegoals or smth. louis brought her onto the project when they were still married, now she mostly studies artistic depictions of maritime horrors, atlantis, other phantom islands and whatnot. would literally kill for her kid/her partner (she's dating stuart o'donnell, more on him later)/her friends. the only heterosexual that deserves rights. (i would love to have a friend like her. srsly. audrey supremacy)
edith 'eddy' de grailly - 2 years old. enfj. french/english. daughter of louis and audrey. they're just a toddler raised by a commune of searchers. speaks a weird mix of all the languages used around them, notably: english, russian, french, latin and gaelic. adventurous and plucky. likes to experiment, be it with inserting objects into various holes at their disposal (ranging from their own earholes to electricity outlets) or mixing juice with mud. you'd rather have them on a lead on a walk, because they tend to wander off out of sheer curiosity. likes to draw
stuart o'donnell - 29 years old. isfj. irish. paints walls for a living, writes poetry in his spare time. he's a pious irish catholic. never wanted to search for atlantis, got dragged into that kicking and screaming. often feels like an outsider among all the searchers. afraid of the unknown. extremely sensitive and caring. a hopeless romantic, writes countless poems for audrey. stepdad - the dad that stepped up at its peak. often dismisses himself as a simple man, but he's really emotionally intelligent and wants all that is best for his family. actually no surprises by radiohead might be his personal anthem. catholic guilt aplenty. e x t r e m e l y repressed bisexual
some other fun facts:
all of them except victor permanently live in elder valley
louis has a soft spot for extravagant cars. drives a lotus esprit s1
nastenka is the pet name nastia's dad referred to her by. she really misses that and wishes other people would call her nastenka
nastenka's favourite band is peremotka
audrey is the cat to stuart's dog. the only straightpassing couple ever
audrey is black and, by proxy, eddy is. confusion ensues whenever her dad or stepdad are left to do their hair. the other resident black person (ines) is rocking a buzzcut since circa 1630 and that's her answer to the hair problem
nastenka talks to victor in russian, although she's fluent in english it gives her a sense of comfort that there's someone who understands her native language
victor has a visceral reaction to adelard talvey
louis and victor's dynamic is "exes who never really broke up but also weren't ever really together". and homoerotic pining
victor did in fact make things explode at cambridge
stuart had an embarrassing lovecraft phase in his teens (picture an angsty 15 year old in dublin clutching his copy of the most racist horror stories imaginable and congrats you’ve got a stuart)
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Billie Eilish - When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?
From trap beats to soft acoustic guitar to low bass thumps what holds it all together is Eilish's ever wavering voice. This isn't my first listen, but I did notice something new this time. Any song that exudes confidence is coupled with auto tune and as the album goes on the songs get more sincere and the auto tune vocals go away. It's dramatic and vulnerable and sincere at the same time. An album that feels like it is struggling to stay above the water.
Todd Rundgren - Something / Anything?
I appreciate that Todd Rundgren seems to be having a good time making this record. I think if it were cut down to a solid 45 minutes it would be an amazing record. As it stands Something / Anything? definitely drags on. There are just a lot of banal ballads and not enough weird goofy shit. The track where Rundgren demonstrates various recording defects is weirdly one of the best on here. Interrupting the album to be like "here's what a poorly produced record sounds like" is really funny. I wish he goofed around more on this.
D'Angelo and the Vanguard - Black Messiah
When this album came out I just let it pass me by. D'Angelo is incredibly influencial, but I've just never found his music that engaging. And then a friend was like "no you should check it out it's really good" so I listened to it and it was really good! The tone is so warm and so intimate. It's produced like a late 60s funk record with lyrics to match. Putting aside his playboy persona D'Angelo opts for very socially conscious lyrics about social unrest, the romanticization of suffering, the BLM movement, etc. It's a really beautiful album, it never loses it's groove, and it never gets boring.
Diana Ross - Diana
My knowledge of post Supremes Diana Ross is basically just as the sample from リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー. That song isn't on this album but my point is that I had no meaningful frame of reference for this and I kinda didn't expect much. Turns out that it was full of sick disco bangers! Yeah it's basically a CHIC album with Diana Ross on vocals and that's not a bad thing. It just seems natural that she would sing disco given her influence on the genre.
Taylor Swift - 1989
I don't really get Taylor Swift. This album is fine. It's not great, but it's fine. So why are people so worked up over her paint by numbers breakup songs? Its cause they wanna fuck her right? This is literally just a worse version of Emotion by Carly Rae Jepsen. I know this album came out first don't fucking get at me. Just listen to Emotion it's infinitely better.
#500 album gauntlet#billie eilish#todd rundgren#d'angelo#diana ross#taylor swift#come at me swifties
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69 & 420
....should've seen this coming.
69: Pisces Atropa
ATROPA IS 69 OMFG LOL. LMAO EVEN. She's a virgin iirc but you know what? Funny as hell. Funny as fucking hell.
Pisces Atropa is the final Pisces Saint we have atm, as she's the same age as Trucy Wright-Edgeworth roughly and we don't have any plans for after her arc chronologically, so she's Babey.
Atropa is the daughter of Pisces Hayliel, a half-naiad science experiment who sort of got her predecessor Pisces Albafica a spouse by accident, and the Pisces Cloth themself, because Hayliel is a clothfucker. She's half-cloth and quarter-naiad because of it, naturally mute due to being half-cloth, uses a talker primarily, and has one hell of an arc.
She was dating Albafica's son Lucius for a while as teenagers, but then decided she couldn't date a bad boy like him after some fun things like Tiresias and Ravi breaking up so she got with Tiashen. Her arc is a lot of commentary on heritage and powers no one expects and the difference between good and evil and if you should be afraid of yourself. She's actually kinda awful. I love her so much.
420: Celestial Drowning Star Nix Macrantha Raubritter, Griffon Division
OKAY NEVERMIND ATROPA THIS IS FUNNIER ACTUALLY. IF ANYONE DESERVES 420 AND IT CAN'T BE ELISHA I'M GLAD IT WAS MACRANTHA.
Because Macrantha is a big ol' slut and I love him, that's why.
Okay anyway. Macrantha is this random German kid in the late 1600s with hemophilia, who was a potential candidate for the Pisces Cloth before twins Luco and Lugonis got scouted for it. They were separately sent on missions by the Judges and the Grand Master to go check on what the hell was happening in his hometown (a lot of mysterious drownings) only to find him, drowning people with the Nix Surplice, mostly just big mad about his parents.
They slept with him, they brought him back to the Meikai, you know how it goes. Macrantha was Luco's apprentice as a healer until she retired, and is currently the main healer of the Spectres. He makes cameos in both Ace Attorney and Heroes Infinity, by virtue of being Diego Edgeworth-Armando's primary care physician.
He's a gay monster twink who likes dressing up as a sexy nurse and I for one love him dearly. Also iirc he fucked Kaden Aeternata and also his dad, so I mean, gold star Macrantha. Diego might be pissed to find out his GP fucked his son, though...?
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Magnus has trouble looking at Lup after the day of Story and Song.
She doesn’t realize this for a while. The Starblaster crew lives in tense harmony on the moon base for a while rebuilding efforts begin and during this time, Taako and Barry barely let her out of their sight. She understands, of course. She’s not exactly keen on straying too far from them either. But little by little, she’s noticed that Magnus barely looks at her, barely talks to her, and has absolutely not taken her up on her offer to 420 blaze it after the apocalypse. She figures that last part was due to her still not having a body, but she can't be certain.
It all comes to a head early one morning when Taako’s out in Refuge and Barry’s still sleeping. Lup finds herself in the shared dorm kitchen, watching Magnus blearily start a pot of coffee.
“Morning Maggie,” she says, floating behind him, rifling through the cabinets to grab some mugs.
Magnus startles and turns in her direction, not quite meeting her gaze. He smiles weakly at her. “Morning Lup.” He deftly moves out if her way, giving her a wide berth so as to not pass through her form.
“Hey, is something wrong? You’ve been acting real weird around me lately.” She floats over to retrieve sugar from the cabinet.
“No, everything’s good,” Magnus says quickly, hoping to drop the subject.
“Bullshit, Magnus. You kinda forget that I’ve known you longer than you’ve had a right to be alive. Something’s up. Are you mad that I’m cutting in on bro time or something? Because I know everyone’s been doting over me lately and I’m sorry if you –“
“I didn’t stop you,” he says bluntly, looking at Lup directly for the first time in weeks. Suddenly she misses when he wouldn’t look at her. His gaze is haunted, heavy with grief in a way she has never seen before, not even during some of their worst cycles.
“What are you talking about?” Lup asks, gesturing a little to get her point across. Some of the finer details of communication are lost when you have a skull face that’s not great at expressions.
“Before you left. For the last time. I was right there and I didn’t stop you. We talked. And then you left. And then you died and got erased and I could have stopped you!” Magnus looks physically pained and Lup can feel herself deflate.
“Magnus, you couldn’t have. Nobody could have. My mind was made up. Besides, it wasn’t your job to keep me from doing stupid shit.”
“Yes it was and I couldn’t even do that right. I was the security officer. My whole point of being on that ship in the first place was to protect the team. What’s the point in being a protector if I can’t keep anyone safe?” Magnus spits bitterly, more at himself than at Lup.
She floats over to him. “That’s ridiculous, bud. You’ve saved all our bacon so much. You were made to protect people.”
“I didn’t keep you from leaving. I didn’t keep Lucy from doing what she did.”
“You couldn’t have stopped her, either. You know how headstrong we both are.”
Magnus laughs in spite of himself but it quickly dies in his throat.. “Taako almost died a bunch this year and I just sat by. If he had died then what would have happened to you?”
Lup crosses her arms. “But he didn’t die. You protected him. You forget, I saw all of your missions. You did a damn good job.”
Magnus shrugs. He thinks about something for a moment, wincing. “Lup. I couldn’t protect my town. My father-in-law.” He pauses for a moment, looking absolutely despondent. “I couldn’t protect Julia. A-and what makes it worse is that I can’t even remember what I couldn’t protect her from. My wife is dead and I don’t know what happened and nobody will tell me. They all say they can’t.” Magnus’s voice breaks as he recounts this aloud for the first time in a while. He looks past Lup, gazing at the wall with a thousand-yard stare.
They’ve all discussed Magnus’s situation. Of course they all have. They’ve all tried desperately to figure out a way to return this knowledge to Magnus. To gift him with the ability to put a name to a tragedy. Ignorance is not bliss and that is something they all know far too well. The effort seems fruitless. There’s no way around the magic from Wonderland.
Lup desperately wants to give Magnus a hug but it’s futile with no body. She’s thinking about who she could outsource the job to when Magnus clears his throat.
“I’ve never told anyone this, Lup.” He begins, gaze still fixed in the wall. “I was going to be a dad.” He shuts his eyes as though that action can shield him from the truth.
No. No. No, anything but this. Lup’s heart drops. “Really?”
Magnus nods, his lips pressed in a tight line. “Julia was pregnant. She told me about a month before I left for Neverwinter for that craftsmen showcase. That stupid fuckingshowcase,” he sneers. “’Oh great, Mr. Burnsides, you’re a master carpenter, also everyone you know and love is dead!’”
Lup’s unsure of what to say. So she says nothing. She just listens.
“I uh. I built a rocking chair. For the showcase. I could have built anything but I wanted this to be the first thing we had for the baby.” The venom is gone from Magnus’s voice, leaving the burly human sounding so profoundly numb.
“Magnus, I’m so sorry. I-“ she trails off. What do you say? “I know I have no idea what that feels like and I’m so sorry that you do.”
“You do, though. You’re just lucky. You got him back. Time and time again, you got him back. And he got you back. It just took a while.” Magnus is still looking away, unwilling to let himself be more vulnerable than he’s already been before the sun is fully up.
Lup feels like she’s been punched in the gut. It’s true, she’s lost Barry but not in her wildest dreams would she ever compare it to what Magnus has been though. She moves so she’s in a seated position, floating inches over the counter. “Since we’re both being so honest this fine morning,” she begins, feeling oddly nervous. “I haven’t told anyone this, not even Taako. But when I was in the Staff, there was a time where I got so scared and so convinced that Barry was just going to give up on me. That he’d waited and searched long enough and that he’d just move on. And the thought of it made me sick and that made me feel selfish beyond all belief.”
“Lup, you know he would never, he’s never gonna love anyone like he loves you. When you get a love like that, there’s no replacing it. Ever.”
She nods. “I know that and I knew that then, I just got really scared.”
“I understand.”
They sit in heavy silence for a while, not ready to change the subject but not ready to shut this moment of vulnerability like a Venus fly trap.
“Hey Magnus?”
He turns and looks at her. “Yeah?”
She gives her best approximation of a smile in her spectral form. “I think you would have been a great dad.”
He gives her a bittersweet smile in return. “Thanks.”
Before they can say more, there’s the sound of life in the rest of the dorm. Magnus wordlessly wipes at his eyes before pouring a large mug of coffee. Lup places a ghostly hand on his shoulder for a moment before floating back to her and Barry’s temporary bedroom.
#big magnus thoughts today#taz#taz balance#the adventure zone#tazb#magnus burnsides#lup#lup taaco#reese writes#i am a julia burnsides was pregnant when she died truther plain n simple
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Sick - Tanaka x reader
Warnings: none
Words: 2282
Summary: You and your neighbor walk your dogs at the same everyday, but what happens when he stops showing up
A/n :! I am so so so so sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth, college is hard man and then it’s partially online and COVID and things and the depression really hit and I have started a new self care book and it is adding one thing back in my life at a time that I am passionate about and last week was French and this week it is writing because I really do miss it! I threw this together last night based off of a request I got forever ago and I hope it is liked <3
You’ve lived in the same apartment for years and people always come and go, in and out, it feels like you see a new face everyday. In your three years there, you’ve only had one consistent fact, and that’s your bald neighbor who goes on walks with his dogs at the same time as you twice a day. At first you only saw him occasionally and now the two of you go out at 7:30 am and 6:30 pm on the dot. You have no idea how it started but now you get kinda excited to run into your neighbor on the stairs everyday and hopefully make a comment about how good his two big dogs are looking or even jsut the smallest acknowledgement with him.
Speaking of your neighbor, he wasn’t out this morning before work, and you didn’t think too much of it because he works kinda funny hours and some random days misses the times. (Though he always tells you about it in the afternoon or the next time you see him) and because you’ve learned he’s a personal trainer he has finicky clients and sometimes is up wayy too early or way too late. It bugged you all day that you hadn’t seen him and no matter how hard you tried to focus at work you couldn’t imagine why he wasn’t out on a Wednesday. All of your explainations could make sense but you really don’t feel right about any of it. And when you got home and took your two babies out and he wasn’t there you were sure something was up. Tanaka loved his dogs more than anything and says that their routine keeps them together and that it keeps them well behaved. Something had to be wrong. Maybe he got a new girlfriend? Or he forgot? But he didn't forget and he hasn’t been with anyone ever, and if he was his dogs would still come first. You had no idea what you were thinking but when you came back up the stairs you kept walking and knocked on the door of the man you knew so completely and not at all. You quickly realized what you’d done and your heart was racing as you silent prayed that no one was home and that you could creep back to your door before anyone heard you.
This was a great thought, except you forgot what happens when you knock with dogs. They bark. And unfortunately for you Tanaka doesn’t get a lot of guests so his dogs barked a lot. Like they could wake the entire neighborhood a lot. You had to grin and bear it and face the consequences of your irrational actions.
After thirty or so seconds the door creeps open and there he is, Takana Ryuunosuke, in his pajamas and a beanie opening the door. He looked like a walking corpse and by the way he sniffed out a weak “hello” as he opened the door told you everything you needed to know. He was sick. Very sick, and you had just knocked at the door and now have to figure out what to say to him.
“Oh, hey,” you stutter, “I was just checking on you to see if everything was alright, you weren’t out with your dogs and I was wondering if anything was up, or if you needed me to take them out for you because of their routine and everything,” you ramble on, hoping that somewhere your logic connected and this made sense.
Takana stared at you blankly and you couldn’t help but mentally smack yourself because that was exactly what a stalker would say and you now seemed like his stalker.
After a few more seconds of blank stares his expression caught up to your words and he broke out the goofy smile you love so much.
“My dogs? Walk them?” He asked. Maybe they hadn’t caught up after all.
“Well yeah, they weren’t out at their regular time and i wanted to make sure they were still going out and I have my two out and they are so well behaved and you clearly don’t feel well so it would really be no problem,” you rambled on again.
This time he was closely listening and nodded along with you before smiling once again. “No no no,” he chuckled, “ I can take them out” though he was laughing you could hear that he wasn’t feeling well and his energy was lower than you had ever heard.
“Let me do this one favor for you, I can take them out, no big deal, okay?” You smiled.
After you smiled it was a done deal for Tanaka, he grabbed the leash and thanked you about a hundred times. His dogs are fantastic and took you less than five minutes to walk before they’d used the restroom and were ready to go back inside. You took them back and he thanked you once again and you headed back to your apartment to make some dinner.
You settled on a sun dried tomato soup with grilled cheese and happened *wink* accidentally *wink* make more than you could eat on your own and you’d hate for it to go to waste and you do have a neighbor who is sick and could probably use a hot meal right about now. So, you packed up a container for him and wrapped the sandwich in aluminum foil so that it would be hot for him and put some tea in a thermos and headed out your door once more. This time though, you were a little less bold and just rang the doorbell and ran back to your room. You did however, leave a little note saying “hope you feel better soon - room 420” on it and you hoped that it would at least help his night a little bit.
Little do you know, Tanaka was so shocked to see this from you that he almost dropped the hot soup onto himself in a panic because this not only meant you paid attention to him but you cared for him. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. He finished every last bite and washed the container and thermos and placed them back by your door with a note of his own.
When you got up the next morning and went to take your dog out you couldn’t help but beam when you saw your tupperware back in front of your door. You picked up the two items before seeing the little note on top of the container.
‘Best Soup Ever! -Room 419’
You beamed and did a little happy dance before deciding to go knock and see if he needed your help with his dogs again today, and boy are you lucky that you went. WHen he opened the door he somehow looked worse than yesterday, you could have swore that he had snot dried to his face and he was a total mouth breather and the bags under his eyes as well as tripled overnight. There were no arguments when you asked if he needed help with his dogs, because truthfully he really did.
The walk was quick and the morning was over before you knew it. Another distracted day at work, you found yourself wondering how you could help him feel better, especially because he lived all alone and his closest family was something like an hour away last he told you.
You had a brilliant idea and decided to go to the store after work and make him a ‘get well’ basket. You filled the basket with cough drops, tissues, teas, chocolates and other little goodies that help him feel better and put him in a better mood. You got the groceries and were right on your way, practically skipping with excitement.
Once again, you accidentally made an extra soup after you’d taken care of the dogs and happened to leave it with the basket later that evening.
In the morning however, none of your dishes were by your door, which was no big deal, especially because he was feeling so under the weather, but what was even more strange is that he didn’t answer the door and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. So, you headed to work wondering if he liked what you did for him or if you’d crossed a line or if he was allergic to chicken noodle, or if he was too much of a health nut and you’d offended him, or if he’d… you had no idea, maybe died. This was not good for you and you could feel the stress starting to get to you when you got off work the sprint back home was exhausting and anxious. You rounded the corner of the stairs when you saw
Nothing.
You saw nothing.
That was fine, everything is fine. You are fine. Life is fine. If he doesn’t feel good you can’t expect him to do dishes or even leave his room. That’s best for everyone, no one wants a walking germ contaminating everything around, there were probably old ladies on this floor, you hadn’t seen any, but they were there, probably, so he was just doing the world a favor.
Again, he didnt answer the door for his dogs and you couldn’t force your kindness onto him so you had a night to yourself and went to bed way earlier than usual. You couldn’t help but wake up earlier than usual and instead of looking for things that weren’t there you got out and went to work early and got busy right away. You had a full day and worked until almost 8pm, hurrying back to hopefully get home before your local take away had closed. You made it, but just barely, and got your favorite meal to bring home with you to watch something horrible with.
You got home and plopped on the couch completely exhausted. Immediatley you started eating and got about halfway through when you heard a knock at the door. Oh shit. You had no one in your life that would ever knock, well almost no one. THere was one person you were really hoping wasn’t on the other side of the door. You were in a t-shirt you got 10 years ago and a pair of crappy shorts from the general store, there was nothing remotely nice, or even tame about your appearance, you looked to be frank, crazy.
You creeped the door open and saw exactly who you were hoping not to see, Tanaka Ryuunosuke standing in front of your door beaming.
“Hey?” You question nervously.
“Hey, I noticed that you didn’t take your dogs out earlier and was wondering if you needed me to take them out for you?” He questioned genuinely, smiling from head to toe, clearly feeling better.
You had no idea what to say or do but he just smiled as your dogs trotted out the door with him, without you saying a word. You awkwardly closed the door and stood there in shock. That was horrible. An embarrassment to you, an embarrassment to your family name and even worse an embarrassment to society. The shock still hadn’t worn off when you heard a second knock at your door, and well that was the man with your dogs and you couldn’t just leave them outside.
This time when you opened the door you couldn’t help but gasp. Tanaka has a giant bouquet of red roses and a giant blush on his face.
“Y/n, I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I have had a crush on you since I first met you, and I never knew how to tell you, every time I got close to you I just freeze and I started taking my dogs out when you do to try and get to know you and I could never make myself do it but you have been unbelievably kind to me and I can’t wait any longer. I want nothing more than to have a chance with someone as stunning as you are. Y/n, will you go on a date with me?”
This time it was you standing there dumbstruck for longer than you should have. You heard every single one of his words and your heart was fluttering out of your chest. You’d had feelings for him for as long as you can remember and here he was with a bouquet of flowers standing in your doorway asking you to go on a date with him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything so you just grinned and nodded at him enthusiastically, hoping he understood just how much this means to you.
He beamed right back and handed you the bouquet of flowers, “perfect, then I’ll see you Friday at 7, I’ll pick you up.” He winked.
You were still dumbstruck and nodded again, and right as you were about to close the door for the night he stuck his foot in the doorway.
“One more thing y/n,” he pushed the door back open and had a basket of little goodies for you, as well as a homemade meal in the containers you’d given him with a little note that says ‘your soup warmed my soul, and my heart’. You couldn’t help but absolutely beam with happiness. You set the basket down and threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a big hug, repeatedly thanking him for his kindness. You two parted ways happier than you could have imagined and both in great anticipation for Friday.
The next morning, you were both out at 7:30 on the dot, excited to see one another.
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Congrats Honey!
For your 420 event, could you possibly do All Might? She/Her pronouns
Date #9, reality #10 with edible #14 and action #13? Okay thank you!
I LOVED this one!!
All Might x Fem!Reader
late night drive + friends to lovers + listen to this song +first kiss
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Your phone buzzes, screen lighting up your pitch black room.
‘Are you up? I can’t sleep. Wanna go for a drive?’ Is what the text from Toshinori said. You rub the sleep from your eyes and open the text so he would know you read it.
‘Come pick me up’ you send back and roll out of bed, stretching and popping your back as you head to your closet.
You throw on a hoodie, one that you stole from him, and your favorite pair of comfortable pants. You brushed your teeth and ran your fingers through your hair until your phone buzzed, a text saying ‘I’m here. Want me to come up?’ You don’t respond, you just shove your phone in your pocket with a yawn and grab your house key, locking your door as you skip down the steps to your apartment, seeing the headlights of his car in the parking lot.
“Hey” you say as you get in the car, the first words you spoke after being asleep for a few hours and it shows in how thick your voice sounded.
It sent tingles down his spine hearing you, he knew you were sleeping and knew your sleep voice well from your long history and friendship, every time he couldn’t help but wish he could experience waking up next to you in the morning.
“Hey I’m glad you’re awake” he says as you click your seatbelt “me too” you say and smile softly at him in the light from the apartment.
After you drive around for a few minutes, your brain waking up more, you break the silence “why can’t you sleep? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. Just have a lot on my mind. Remember when we would go on late night drives in our first year of university?”
You hum with a smile, remembering when you went to America at the same time, it was what really solidified your friendship.
“Yeah. I always have fun with you” you look from the window over to his profile, his eyes in the winding empty road.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask and he looks to you for a moment before he gives a small nod “I do. I just don’t know how to say it” you place your hand on his forearm and squeeze lightly. “take your time. We have all night”
You drive around for a little while longer, the only sounds are the soft music Toshinori had playing and the sound of the tires against the road. A particular song you’ve never heard before started playing and a small gasp leaves his throat. He pulls into a empty parking lot next to a park and he grabs his phone and pauses the song before turning to you
“Will you listen to a song? It says how I’m feeling” you were a little taken back by his sudden passion but you smiled and nodded “of course. I love your music”
He clicks through his phone until he found the right song and you watch his hand shake as he clicks play then turns up the volume.
The first lines of the song okay and your heart starts to race
“I Know we've been friends forever,But now I think I'm feeling something totally new”
You look from the lights on the dash up to his eyes, your eyes wide and hopeful and they search his. His that were full of worry, his eyebrows furrowed with anxiety, his heart was on his sleeve as he plays this song to you a song that speaks what he’s feeling in his heart.
“And after all this time I opened up my eyes, Now I see you were always with me”
The chorus starts to play and you gasp
“Could it be you & I, Never imagined, Could it be suddenly I'm fallin' for you”
you cover your lips with your hand and feel your stomach flipping around “Yagi” you whisper “is this..?”
He nods, a small smile on his lips and he unclips his seat belt and leans forward, tucking your hair behind your ear as you subconsciously lean forward as well. He kisses your cheek and brings his lips to your ear, speaking the next verse as the artist sings
“Its kinda funny you were always here,But who would ever thought we'd end up here, And every time I need you you've been there for me, Now it's clear I've been waiting for you”
You feel your face heat up and a dopey grin spread across your lips as you pull back and cup his cheeks “really?” You ask
He looks into your eyes, sees your excitement and happiness and the love you share and he he nods “I really, really, love you” he whispers and you crash your lips into his.
It’s messy and sloppy, little hums falling from each other’s lips as you pepper kisses against his lips whispering between kisses how much you love him back.
He slides his hand behind your head and the other on your cheek as he guides you into a slower, more passionate kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip so you meet his with your own
A rumble of a moan leaves his chest and you feel your skin tingle. Your hands are tugging on his soft hair as you bite his bottom lip before turning your head a little and running your tongue across his.
He feels his head get dizzy, lightheaded without enough oxygen, but he didn’t want to stop kissing you. He’s waiting so long to finally have you in his arms, he didn’t want to stop. before long you make the choice for him, pulling back and taking a deep breath while you press your forehead to his
“Was that the song from Kim possible?” You ask and he chuckles “it may have been the song from Kim possible” you give him a soft peck “I love you so much”
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Just a Friend to You
Chapter 31: Gentleman
Going up the stairs of the school, Y/N pushes open the door and heads to her locker after switching her shoes.
She snickers to herself before grabbing a textbook.
Its not that she didn’t feel bad about not telling her friends straight away, more that she just wanted them to ease into it.
“Stuck in your head?”
Turning to her right suddenly, Y/N let’s out a giggle at her boyfriend, him leaning against the locker while smiling at her.
“No, just made myself laugh, that’s all.” She says, bopping his nose before grabbing another book and closing her locker.
“Kinda missed you.”
“Kinda?”
“Oh hush.”
The boy flashed a smile her way, making the girls cheeks turn pink.
“Well, can I escort the lovely lady to class?”
“No.”
“Y/N-“
“I’m kidding, Keiji.”
She holds his chin softly with one of her hands, smiling at him before the two begin to walk.
“Any plans for today, Keiji?” She says, turning to look at him while they walk.
“Umm, I’m walking you home and then my mother needs help with groceries later on in the evening. Why do you ask?”
She gives him a smile, turning to look forward again, “wanna grab ice cream?”
He looks at her and smiles, quickly grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze, “sure.”
The two continue to walk to to Y/N’s class, with Akaashi poking her side randomly to get her attention. To her, it was a surprise she hasn’t strangled him yet. Then again, that would defeat the purpose of liking him.
Akaashi’s head rises at the sound of the first bell dinging, signaling that he only had a few minutes before he was considered late.
He sighs, dropping his head, then looking at her.
“Back to missing you.”
He backs up, giving her a wink and turning around, giving Y/N a wave before turning the corner. Y/N let’s out a sigh, putting a hand over her heart as if it’ll calm the rapid heart beat she owns.
The bell rings, Akaashi picking up their trash and throwing out the leftovers from their lunch. He sighs, grabbing her hand as they interlock, walking out to an empty classroom.
“You know, I can throw out my own trash, Keiji.”
“Cmon, just let me be a gentleman for you.”
She giggles, sighing, “I’ll talk to you later, Mr.Gentleman.”
Y/N takes her hand away, waving at she turns away from him. However, Akaashi places his hand in her pocket, turning her around and into his arms. His arms fall onto his waist, Y/N holding onto his forearms whilst giggling at the boys antics.
“Goodbye kiss?” He mumbles, squeezing his hands a bit as she leans in, mumbling an “mhm.”
Grabbing his chin lightly, she presses her lips against his, sighing into the kiss out of happiness.
Getting a little lightheaded, Y/N backs away with a smile on her face. She opens her eyes, but he leans down, pecking her lips once more before turning away, giving her a wave as he walks down the hallway.
She sighs, scratching the back of her neck before turning.
“Y/N L/N YOU GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”
Y/N’s eyes widen at Yukie, seeing her with her fellow manager, Ine, and Aika, all with wide eyes.
Y/N let’s out a nervous giggle, holding her hands out awkwardly.
“Uh, surprise?”
Notes
Akaashi and Y/N are dating
After the fukorohoes found out, basically all of both volleyball teams knew within 5 minutes
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comforting u when ur stressed<3
genre🍓: fluff, slight angst
pairing🍓: nishinoya x gn!reader, tanaka x gn!reader, sugawara x gn!reader, hinata x gn!reader
warnings🍓: reader not taking care of themselves, reader getting angry and yelling 😀🥴, terrible writing and ✨typos✨
word count🍓: 1.8k
desc🍓: you’ve been stressed because of school and you haven’t been taking care of yourself. your boyfriend has noticed and tries to make you feel better
author note🍓: lol fuck school 🤯🥴 also send requests if you want but just an fyi i’m not that familiar with most characters and it’s gonna be harder to write for them but i’m fine with everyone from karasuno 😭😭
nishinoya yuu (401 words)
you guys used to go on dates every week and would hang out almost everyday but lately all you’ve been doing is studying. you had a few tests coming up and a few missing assignments. it was almost the end of the year which meant that everything was due.
you stayed up all night to study and work. you devoted all your time outside of school to your books. you barely ate, barely slept and barely had any human contact.
when you walked into class you looked exhausted. you looked weak. you didnt look like yourself. everyone noticed this especially noya. he tried to talk to you and get you to relax but you would just walk away from him and review things.
he came over to your house one night, wanting you to stop and eat a meal and sleep. he walked up the stairs to your room, knocking softly on your door.
“y/n? can i come in?” he spoke quietly in case you accidentally fell asleep.
“...yeah...” your voice sounded so drained. he slowly opened your door, stopping when he saw you hunched over your desk, books and papers everywhere. his heart shattered. he walked over to you, softly turning your head to look at him. his eyes scanned over your face, noticing the dark circles, the tear stains, the tired look in your eyes. it hurt him to see you like this. all he wanted to do was hold you and let you know it was okay, that the tests didn’t matter, that you could relax.
he pulled you into his arms, squeezing lightly. “do you wanna take a break?” he pulled away and looked into your eyes.
“i can’t, i’m sorry.” you slid out of his grip and turned back to your work only to be pulled away. you were being dragged to your bed.
“noya? what are you doing?” you asked confused.
“i’m making you relax and you will not fight back. you can’t treat your body like this. i know you want to do well in school but you need to take breaks sometimes”
he threw you onto your bed and collapsed on top of you. you two stayed like that for awhile until he started giving you small kisses all over your face.
“do you want something to eat? i can order whatever you want”
“nothing right now. i just wanna stay with you”
tanaka ryunosuke (420 words)
he waited at the restaurant for an hour. you never said you were gonna be late. you never texted or called him. he got tired of waiting and tired of the embarrassment so he got up and left.
he went to your place wanting an explanation. he knocked on your door a couple times without a response. he called your name. no response. eventually, he got out his spare key, letting himself in.
the place was in total darkness except for a small amount of light coming from your room. he opened the door slightly, wanting to know what was happening. he saw you at your desk crying. there was paper all around you. on the floor, on the desk, everywhere. some of it was scribbled over, some torn to pieces. it was a mess. he took small steps in your direction not wanting to make his presence known just yet. he lifted his hand and tapped your shoulder.
“y/n...are you okay?”
you quickly wiped your face, turning around and forcing a smile.
“i’m fine! what are you doing here?”
he looked at you with a disappointed expression. you forgot about the date. he looked into your eyes and saw how bloodshot they were. he saw how much pain you were in. your smile started to falter.
“we had a date. you didn’t show up so i got worried and came over.” he crouched down next to you “are you sure you’re okay?”
your breath got caught in your throat. you knew he’d be able to see through your lie. so why would you try and do it?
“i’m fine. nothings wrong. i’ve just been a little behind on school and we have tests coming up. i’m sorry i missed our date.”
he looked at you for a few seconds before pulling you into him. he rubbed your back and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“please...tell me the truth” his voice was calm.
and that’s when you broke down. you started sobbing into his shoulder. crying about how the stress of school has been too much for you. about how you were scared to fail or not get things in. how you couldn’t handle it anymore. he let you cry for a while before pulling back. he brought his hands out to your face and wiped your tears. he gave you a soft smile.
“everything’s gonna be okay. i promise. lets just take a little break so you can calm down. if you need any help i’ll be here”
sugawara koshi (463 words)
you kept canceling things with him. every time you two made plans, you canceled last minute coming up with a stupid excuse. he put up with it for awhile but it started to hurt. he got scared. were you cheating on him?
you canceled on him again. he kept calling you but you would never answer. he got tired of it and decided to see what you were doing.
he rushed over to your place, saying hi to your mom as he ran to your room. he swung your door open, startling you.
“s-suga? why are you here? i thought i told you i couldn’t make it...”
“you’ve canceled every date we’ve had for the past three weeks and i’m kinda tired of it. i want to spend time with you but you keep blowing me off. i thought you were cheating so i came over to see if you were or not”
you looked at your fingers, playing with them. you didn’t know what to say. you felt bad for canceling but you felt hurt because he thought you would cheat on him.
there was an awkward silence but it was ended by soft footsteps coming close to you. you felt a hand on your chin forcing you to look up.
“why have you been canceling our dates?”
you stayed silent. you didn’t want him to know how you haven’t been eating that much or sleeping. how many breakdowns you’ve had. you didn’t want him to worry.
“i...i don’t know”
he let go of your chin, letting out a deep sigh. he knew you were lying.
“y/n please tell me. i won’t be mad. i just want the truth”
you kept saying that was the truth and he kept saying it wasn’t. it went on like this for about 30 minutes before you cracked. you started sobbing and telling him what’s been happening. you told him that you didn’t wanna be seen as stupid because you kept failing quizzes and tests. you didn’t want to embarrass him. he pulled you off your desk chair and into his lap. he wrapped his arms around you, softly squeezing. he rubbed his hand down your back trying to calm you down.
“you’re perfect for me. you could never embarrass me okay? you’re not stupid, you’re not an idiot, you’re perfect. please tell me these things next time. i’m here for you. i’ll help you. you’re not alone.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead.
he pushed you off his lap and stood up, grabbing your hands and pulling you up with him.
“we’re gonna go get something to eat and then we’re gonna come back here so you can sleep. you need to stay healthy and strong. i don’t want anything happening to you.”
hinata shoyo (600 words)
you two were always hanging out. there was barely any time you spent apart. you loved being around him and he loved being around you but recently, you’ve been...distant. its not that you don’t love him or that you’re getting annoyed by him, you’ve just had a lot of schoolwork to do.
shoyo didn’t notice you not hanging out at first but eventually he noticed you spending less and less time with him. it hurt him. it made him feel like you didn’t want to be with him anymore.
he started to not answer your calls when you would call him (which was rarely!!). it hurt him to do it but if you wanted your space he would give it to you. he got tired of this tho. he missed you and missed being around you.
he got your favorite candy and favorite flowers. he made his way to your place, knocking on your door and greeting your mom. he went straight to your room, bursting in like the ball of mf sunshine he is.
you have been extremely stressed out and irritable lately. school hasn’t been the best for you. you fell behind in most of your classes and the work got harder. it took you longer to finish things which is why some of them were marked as missing. you’ve been trying to make it all up but it’s been a lot for you. so when shoyo came in all happy it annoyed you. you weren’t in a good enough mood to deal with him so you snapped when he tried to talk to you. you screamed at him and said some things you didn’t mean. things that hurt both of you. but you couldn’t stop. he started arguing back and then you told him to leave. you didn’t think he’d actually do it and you definitely didn’t think he’s be gone for this long.
you admit what you did was wrong but you couldn’t help it. that was the last straw. you felt bad but how could you apologize? whenever you saw eachother in the hallways he would always walk the opposite way even if he had to go in your direction. even if you were able to catch up with him he would ignore you and pretend like you didn’t exist. he wouldn’t answer your calls or texts. you didn’t know what to do.
you waited outside the gym until practice was over, hoping to catch him on the way out. after a long time it finally ended. you watch everyone walk out. everyone except for shoyo. you went up to daichi to ask where he was.
“oh hey y/n. he went home sick. did you not know...?”
you thanked him for telling you and ran towards his house. you knocked on the door, waiting for it to open. after a few minutes it opened to your boyfriend. his usual smile not on his face.
“why are you here. are you gonna yell at me for ‘bothering you’ and ‘being too clingy’ again?”
his words stabbed you like knives but you understood where it was coming from.
“i-i came to apologize.” you started crying “i was really stressed and everything was bothering me and i know that doesnt excuse it and i know you probably won’t forgi-” you were cut off by him hugging you.
“remember to breathe.” he held you closely, making sure you were actually there. the past few days were hard for him but he didn’t want to upset you again. you two made up and ended the night in cuddles and movies.
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Official Accounts Part 36- Fight Club Shit
Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result
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“Wait, wait, wait what did you think they were planning?” Mina laughs. “I’m not gonna keep rehashing the story if everyone’s gonna keep laughing at me,” you protest. “I believe the words she used were ‘fight club shit’,” Denki cackles beside you. “Well excuse me for being incredibly suspicious of anything Hawks and Bakugo are trying to plan together that they think I can’t know about. It’s not like one of them has anger issues and both of them are competitive or anything,” you shoot back. “Hey dumbass! Who the fuck are you saying has anger issues?” Bakugo yells from your living room. “Technically you’re the one who identified yourself with anger issues, I didn’t name names!” you shout back. “Keep talking shit, see what happens.” “You wanna fight Kacchan? Let’s rumble!”
Before you can make good on your threat a pair of familiar arms are wrapping around your waist from behind. “I sat through that whole lecture on how I better not be ‘on that fight club shit’ with Bakugo not even an hour ago and now here you are picking fights,” Hawks teases. “Does it really count as picking a fight when it’s completely justified?” you fire back as you turn to face your boyfriend. “Yes, yes it does,” he laughs. “Whatever, he totally would have it coming.” “And then you’d both feel guilty about it for weeks.” “Hey! You’re not supposed to be able to read us like that yet!” you protest. “(Y/n) you are an open book written for very dumb children. It’s not that hard to read you,” Shinso cuts in. “Wooow, isn’t this supposed to be my party? Why am I being bullied right now?” “You make it so easy sometimes,” Kiri admits as he walks into the kitchen to grab more beers for the pong table he and Bakugo had set up. “Et tu brute?” you gasp dramatically. “You know we say it with love,” he laughs. “Hawks, Denki, you guys coming?” he adds as he walks out the room. Both men call out a yes, leading Shinso to grab his drink quickly before Denki drags him out of the kitchen. “You and Denki pong partners?” you ask as your boyfriend presses a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing you to follow the others out to the pong table. “Yep, you gonna root for us?” Hawks asks cheekily as he backs out of the kitchen. “Hmm, I don’t know. Kiri and Kacchan are pretty good. I’ll have to think it over and get back to you later,” you tease. Hawks shakes his head fondly but still throws you a smile and a wink before finally joining the others, leaving just you and Mina in the kitchen.
“I feel so aggressively single right now wow,” Mina jokes. “Your person is out there somewhere,” you assure her. “See that? That’s the kinda cheesy shit only people in relationships say,” she points out. “Well it’s true!” you laugh. “You guys are really good for each other, huh?” “I think so.” “I’m really, really happy for you. You deserve it.” “Thanks Mina. We should do a girl’s night soon. It’s been a long time since we’ve hung out just the two of us.” “You sure Hawks will let me steal you away for an entire night?” “I’d like to see him try to stop us.” That makes Mina laugh. “Fair enough. Speaking of, you may need to go celeb shot for your mans. Looks like he and Denki are getting crushed,” she points out. You turn around to look out towards the game and laugh when you see she’s right. “Let me go save my boyfriend and best friend from humiliating defeat then,” you laugh before quickly finishing off what’s left of your drink and walking out to join them.
Alas even your help can’t save Denki and Hawks and eventually they wind up defeated. Almost immediately Hawks is demanding a rematch and you can’t help but laugh as he and Bakugo start bickering. It’s a dynamic you were still adjusting to in all honesty. When you had considered the ways Hawks would fit into your friend group way back when you’d invited him to stay with you, you hadn’t anticipated he and Bakugo becoming friends. It was always a pleasant surprise when you’d discover the two of them were running a patrol together or if you’d catch one texting the other. They still bickered and if you asked either of them they’d probably deny their budding bromance but it still made you happy all the same.
Bakugo wasn’t the only one who had gotten close with Hawks. He and Denki had become close as well. You think it’s because Denki has never been opposed to filling silences. On days when Keigo is annoyed or stressed, when the pressures of being number two are particularly intense, he knows he can meet up with Denki and not have to say a word. He can just sit and listen as Denki rambles on and on about whatever his latest obsession is. On days he does feel like contributing, he’s down to debate even the weirdest hypotheticals Denki can come up with. You already have the sneaking suspicion that even if things end between you and Hawks, the two of them will stay close.
You’re pulled out of your musings when Hawks walks up and grabs your hand. “What’s got you thinking so hard little dove?” he asks. “Nothing really, I’m just happy,” you reply with a soft smile. He practically melts at the sight. “C’mon with me to the balcony, I wanna give you something,” he says as he gently tugs you in that direction. You follow behind as your curiosity blooms, but no matter how much you ask him what it is he ignores you until the two of you are alone on the balcony in the night air.
You wait for him to say something, knowing by now that it’s always best to just give him time to gather his thoughts. His eyes stay trained on the sky even as he finally begins speaking. “I know we haven’t gotten to see each other as much because so much of my work has been out of the office lately,” he finally admits. “It’s ok, I know how it is,” you shrug. “Yea but it’s a little weird after seeing each other almost all day every day while I was taking time off,” he replies. “Yea we got a little spoiled,” you laugh. “I miss having tea with you in the evening.” “Ugh yes. I miss you making breakfast for me in the morning, early bird.” “I miss you being there for me if I have a nightmare. I miss you playing music while you get dressed or do chores around the apartment. I miss you being the first person I see in the morning and the last I see at night,” he confesses into the quiet night. “Kei? What’re you saying?” you ask, sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere that tells you he’s more serious than you’d initially thought. He finally turns to face you as he pulls a key out of his pocket and holds it out to you. “Will you move in with me?” he asks in a breath, the words seeming so delicate somehow, as if afraid they’ll fracture the fragile moment he’s created on this balcony with you.
Your heart stops and then immediately begins to race. It may seem like such a simple thing from the outside, a small step forward in your rapidly progressing relationship. Something that may seem like an obvious next step considering this whole thing started in part as a result of him temporarily living with you. You know the truth though. This is his “think fast”. This is his way of showing you just how much he trusts you, just like him telling you his real name was. Not only is he saying he wants you in his space, his home, but he wants you to be a part of it. “You ok there?” Keigo asks and god he sounds so nervous. But you’re realizing you’ve been quiet too long now so finally you nod your head frantically and take the offered key. “Yes! Of course Kei, I would love to move in with you. My answer is yes,” you laugh. “Jesus Kid, you had me worried for a second there,” he huffs but he’s grinning too as he pulls you in for a sweet and passionate kiss. Even once your lips part he keeps you close, his forehead pressed to yours as he lets himself truly relish in the fact he gets to have you.
“So when can I move in?” you all but whisper into the space between you. “How about tomorrow?” he suggests. “My lease on this place doesn’t run out for another month Kei,” you respond, pulling back a little so he can see you roll your eyes. “And? Bakugo and I could use it for our Fight club shit,” he grins. “Oh my god, you’re the worst,” you groan. You try pushing him away but Keigo doesn’t let you get too far, laughing as he pulls you back close to him again. “Nah, you love me,” he teases you. You shake your head but sober back up a little, looking him in his beautiful golden eyes as you say, “I do. I love you Keigo Takami.” “I love you too (y/n) (y/l/n).”
You don’t know exactly what’s in store for the two of you from here on out, but whatever it is you’re glad he’ll be by your side through it.
Author’s Note: I know beer pong is a very American thing but I feel like Kirishima saw it in an American movie and from then on insisted it be included at parties. Also bonus points if you caught the Umbrella Academy reference. On a more serious note this is it. The final chapter of Official Accounts. I’m so incredibly touched by all the love this fic has received and I’m so grateful to all of you who’ve supported me by reading, liking, and reblogging it. This became so much larger than I thought it would but I’m so happy to have gone on this little journey with you all. I love each and every one of you and hope you’ll stick around to see what I write next ❤️
Thanks for reading everyone! ❤️❤️❤️
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Class trip.
Synopsis | you're a teacher going along on a trip for a week with your class and a colleague you despised for a good amount of time now. Things turn around and you don't know what to think about him anymore.
Teacher!Xiaojun x Teacher!gn!Reader
warnings | kissing is the most rated things happening in this, all over awkwardness from you, terrible humor, pretty much just fluff and a there's only one bed situation
word count | 2.2k
things to note | this is the first thing I wrote here, so I'm open to constructive criticism, also [P/A] means prefered form of address bc you're a teacher and all that (not proofread yet)
Let’s preface this. You never really wanted to go onto this trip. You genuinely loved the children in your class, but to go onto this trip for an entire week seemed to be a compromise in the least. Neither were the other teachers your preferred ones nor was it your say where the class trip was going to take place. To be honest, you even found the colleague you were going with a bit annoying.
“It can’t be this bad, you might even enjoy it there. Our fellow colleague is pretty to look at and the worst that could be happening on that trip is that one of the children puts their finger into a pencil sharpener again.”, your friend Yasmin and also, teacher said. Your tired face was working, she shut up. Of course, your fellow colleague was incredibly handsome.
You would and could never argue against that, yet every time you heard their kind and expressive voice you felt like you were blinded by the sun. He just seemed to exude everything you lacked. It is not that you weren’t a good teacher, every time you were out of breath or already done with everything only half through the day, he almost smiled compassionately at you sometimes even winked for that matter.
Xiao dejun, who also went by Xiaojun was the topic of your discussion, a man that handsome you wouldn’t be able to make up in your dream and smart enough to make up for every “inconvenience” you faced with him.
Well, he was that smart to bring you coffee every morning into teachers lounge, share his chewing gum with you and sometimes write you notes if you seem stressed. “Jeez, what’s your problem in the first place? I’m kinda sure he is into you. Every time he looks at you, he literally has heart eyes and bringing you coffee every morning? Please.”, she rolled her eyes at you.
“I don’t think so, I just subbed some of his classes a few times. You know how nice he is.”, nervously you now shy away from looking into Yasmin’s eyes.
Xiaojun didn’t like you, you would feel terrible if he did. Tweaks of shame overcame you; this trip was not going to work out.
Fully packed and all over suspiciously you started counting again the fourth graders on the bus while also having a very good view of the chocolate brown hair of the teacher going along on the field trip. This time his hair didn’t fully cover his forehead, his glasses eyeing you as well. Suddenly his hands tapped on the seat next to him. Heat rose up to your cheeks gradually making it harder to move forward to sit next to Xiaojun. “Mila’s parents called me, she’s sick so don’t worry about her. Just sit down [Y/N], I brought some tea.”, he smiled while pointing at his thermos can. “Uh, sure. I have some cookies with me if you want.”, the last sentence closely sounding like a question as you quietly took the seat next to him.
Not only were you now stunned about the fact that there was a possibility for him to view you in a light like this in spite of you being so passive towards him in the past. Yet there is still the lingering feeling far, far up in your head that you were only imagining things and Xiaojun read everything wrong. “Are you feeling well? We can also sit farther in the front if you feel better there- “, he worriedly stroked your shoulder. “No, it’s completely fine. Just fine.”, you interrupted his ramble and put up your mouth into a cramped smile. His eyes returned that favor, crinkling up into a smile as well.
The bus drive didn’t take as long as you might have thought, your counterpart on the excursion was more than enough to keep you on your toes. Casual glances along a few accidental brushes over your hand kept you in your seat. Now counting again all the children in the lobby of the youth hostel you anxiously eyed Xiaojun again. The amount of children matched up, so your job was done for now, you were most likely only seeing them for dinner. The only thing to do for you now was to go up to your room and contemplate how to not have a physical reaction every time your favorite colleague called your name. Very obvious, you had of course no crush on him or anything like that. He was just blessed with beautifully shaped eyebrows and a voice that could make the worst words you knew sound like a ballade. You moved up from the hotel lobby with some of the grade schoolers to the elevator.
"[P/A] [L/N], do you think when I make Lasagna with my mum it’s the same as cake?”, Xia, a girl from Xiaojun’s music class asked while her classmates giggle about her question. A few loud no’s were to be heard with the occasional high pitched laughs from her friends. “That is a very good question I have never thought about before”, you stopped for a second, what exactly does it mean to be a cake? It is still baked in an oven with layers and contains the tomato sauce as frosting? “I am pretty sure it is. Even though I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow though, I am not a baking expert. I promise I’ll look it up for you, yes?”, you were pretty content with your answer. “Hmmm. Okay. They wanted me to ask.” Xia answered while pointing at the three boys in the back of the elevator which earned her some distraught faces from her classmates. The familiar sound of the elevator bell ringed. “Anyways, if you have as burning questions as these please come to me or …, we’re happy to help. Also, if you feel homesick or sick, I’m always in my room, just knock.” As soon as the last syllable was said stormed the children to their respective rooms and left you there looking at their body shaped dust cloud remembering the cartoons you watched at their age.
You walked down the long corridor towards the light brown lacquered door which showed in golden numerals written the 420. Your shoulders visibly sank down, finally you were able to take a nap. The door opened and closed maybe a millisecond later. Seeing a wide back heaving some shirts on to the rooms ear chair made you catch your breath. His glasses missing and his usually kempt hair was now chaotically drifting across his forehead into separate directions. More importantly though, he was most likely about to put on a fresh shirt, and you stood across the dark brown carpet in the door with a perplexed face.
“Sorry!”, you yelled and closed the door to just sink down with it in your back. Xiaojun packing out his suitcase along his pullover wasn’t what you were expecting to after talking about lasagna and wanting to fall asleep for at least good 30 minutes to then decide if it’s worth it to start to watch a movie. Yet you were barely discussing the fact that he was in your room. Neither did it make sense nor were you able to really comprehend the situation right now.
The door opened and you jumped up onto your feet. “[Y/N]? Why were you in my room?”, Xiaojun quiet voice slid through the gap of the door. “I swear there’s an explanation to this. I think they might have given me the wrong keys or something like that, I didn’t look at you or anything-”, he interrupted your nervous chatter to push the door open and face your confused state. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out together.”, the usual quirky smile you normally saw when he was trying to cheer up one of his students appeared on his face. Your breath stopped at the together while a comfortable warm feeling churned in your stomach.
“Then let’s go downstairs and work it out with the staff!”, he gifted you another wink which not only gave you the final confidence to grab onto his arm before heading again into the elevator but to for the first time give him a wink back.
“The school only booked one room for the teacher. I can’t really do that much about it, most rooms are already full and other guests will arrive tomorrow, so I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”, the hotel worker returned to the computer in front of them. “What are we supposed to do now?”, you sighed and gazed at the visibly pondering man. “Honestly, no idea. There isn’t much we can do, so I guess we could talk about it in my room?”
The walk to his room had to be filled with an uncomfortable silence, neither you nor he were able to say something that made the current situation less painfully horrendous. Almost as if the newly gained confidence left your body, you didn’t even dare to make more than an unfunny joke about your nonexistent room or more like transferred room for another alone soul. His room was already coddled with the scent of freshly washed clothes along his close to quiet cologne. “So here we are.You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the ground.”
“This is so inappropriate, dear god.”, you started to sigh again caressing your temples. “Also, no, please take the bed, the school probably forgot to book another room because I said yes to this trip so late.” Even though Xiaojuns throat seemed to struggle a bit with his next proposition, it was still loud and clear what he said. “We can also share the bed... We’re two grown adults.” He laughed awkwardly; you were pretty much speechless.
“Yeah, of course. Two adults. Nothing to worry or think about.”, you tried to brush off any thought you could possibly have about your opposition. No thoughts about his warm breath in your neck while holding you loosely in his sleepy state to waking up to his beautifully messy bed hair in the morning.
“I’ll take a shower if you don’t mind, some of the children were kinda fussy today and I just need a few minutes.” You nodded and unpacked your suitcase, followed by changing into some comfortable shorts and large shirt.
The second you were done; you sank into the still cold sheets of the large bed. He didn’t make you wait for him very long, barely noticeable however his eyes rested on you when he entered the small apartment again.
Neither did it take too long to sit along with you on the bed. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with us doing this?”, his soft voice hit you unexpectedly. “I can also sleep on the floor, or we switch everyday to do it.” You shook your head simply and crawled up the bed to make yourself comfortable under the duvet. “I’m so tired, just don’t steal the blanket, okay?”, barely able to keep your eyes open you sank even more into the mattress.
You really thought it would be easy to sleep next to him, yet the thought of holding his face in your hands didn’t leave your mind. Even asleep he had a stunning presence around him. “[Y/N]? Do you like me?”, Xiaojun turned around to see your surprised expression. “Of course, I do. I just thought that because you were so good at everything, you did all of these things just to spite me.”, you quietly confessed. “[Y/N], I wanted you to like me. You’re a wonderful teacher and I really admire you. You’re so funny with the other colleagues and generally so, so gorgeous.” Xiaojuns eyes lingered on your lips. They stayed there.
“Can I kiss you?” You nodded. His lips brushed softly across your bottom one. You took the opportunity to gain closeness to his warm side before shifting your hands onto his back. Slowly you began to pepper small kisses along his jawline resulting in a small whine from his side. His hands started to wander across your waist to rest on your lower back and pull you in even closer.
Not a lot longer after he started to skim your neck with his teeth. You rested your head now in his freshly scented neck. Again, his lips on yours moving over to just behind your earlobe, nipping on it and breathing into your ear: “Do you want me to continue?” Still resting his soft lips on your ear goosebumps rose up your spine. Waiting for another hint of pressed lips against your skin your arms lethargically crawled up and grazed his cheeks.
“Ah right, the children.”, your voice hitched he was still so close to you. “We could discuss this maybe on a date?”, he looked almost hopeful when his dark and strangely staring eyes met yours in the dim lit room.
“Us kissing and almost doing the deed? Sure. I’m much better at physical presentations though.” You pressed a delicate kiss against his lips. “Since when so provocative?”
“You bring it out in me.” “I’m glad it’s me and no one else then.”, he smiled into the kiss he gave you now. Not long from this you actually found the peace and quiet to fall asleep in his embrace.
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TFF
twenty four - nickname
⚠︎︎𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝⚠︎︎
Kuroo had stayed awake through the night, unable to find sleep as he restlessly imagined how the day ahead would go. How will he react? Does he even feel the same? Questions towered in his mind as he laid awake.
The sun was already beginning to rise by the time sleep finally found its way to him. The few hours he slept in the morning he managed was enough to get him energized and ready to take on the day.
A message dinged on his phone and woke him from his light sleep.
He shook his head with a chuckle, putting his phone down. After a nice shower, he got dressed and headed out to the park. Kenma and Lev already happened to be there setting up a few things.
“Oh, you guys are already here?” Kuroo said as he slid into his secret area.
“I figured you weren't going to be able to sleep last night, so I thought maybe we should get an early start for you,” Kenma said without looking up from what he was doing.
“Honestly, how do you know me so well?” Kuroo sighed and shock his head with a smile.
“Well, it's not like we’ve been friends since we were little kids or anything,” Kenma said sarcastically.
Kuroo rolled his eyes and lightly shoved Kenmas shoulder. “Oh yeah, definitely not.”
“Well, what's your vision, big man?” Lev asked as he slapped Kuroo on the back.
“I feel like its lame, but here.” He showed the two a few photos to get the idea across.
They worked for a few hours, putting lights up, getting blankets and pillows laid down and just getting everything put together like Kuroo had imagined.
“Wow, it's really coming together guys!” Kuroo said excitedly.
“Do you know when Bokuto and Tsukishima are supposed to get here?” Lev asked.
Just as that was said, the two poked their heads in. “What was that about us?” Bokuto asked with a bright smile as he walked over and slung his arm around Kuroos shoulder.
“Nothing interesting, but that’s kinda hard to do about you anyway.” Kuroo nudged with a teasing smile.
“Ah- I'll have you know I'm the most interesting one of us here,” Bo said with a huff and crossed his arms.
“Sure you are.”
Everyone laughed and shook their heads at the twos banter while Bo just rolled his eyes and ignored Kuroo for a few minutes until he forgot about the incident.
It all seemed to be going smoothly. Bo and Tsuki brought a screen and projector to add to the setup. Everything looked perfect and just how Kuroo had imagined.
Since everything was ready to go, the group decided to go get a small meal together. The walk was nice and refreshing. It was nice to be able to really talk to Bo and Tsuki, catching up on everything going on in their lives.
As they were all sitting in the small café, a familiar face walked through the door. Lev and Tsuki were the two that saw him and they tried to discreetly hide and not be seen.
“What are you two doing? You look insane,” Kuroo said with a confused look.
“A wild y/n just walked through the door.”
“Oh shit- umm... just stay calm and try to act normal. Maybe he won't see us and just leave?”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work.”
*****
Ah, a nice refreshing boba and a sandwich sound so good right now. The past few days have been weird to say the least. Everyone had been just sort of weird...? Honestly, I don’t know what Kuroo has planned, but I can only assume it’ll be... something.
I ordered my drink and sandwich on auto pilot, lost in my head. Once I got my order, I turned to look for an empty table I could yoink.
Across the room sat all of my friends in the corner booth. My head spun with confusion and hurt. What are they all doing here? Why wasn't I invited?
Bo had been avoiding me all day and wouldn’t even talk to me at practice this morning. What if this thing Kuroo wanted to talk to me about was the fact that they all hate me now and don’t what to be friends with me any- No, stop thinking like that, y/n. Just go over there and ask them. It's not that hard of an issue to figure out.
I shrugged off my thoughts from a second ago and walked to the corner they were in. “Hey guys, what are you all doing here?” I shot them a confused smile as I leaned against Kuroo and looked at him, trying not to think too hard about why I hadn't been invited.
“O-oh! Hi y/n,” Kuroo stuttered out. It was clear he was nervous about something.
“Uh hi?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Am I intruding on something?”
“No, not at all!” Bo yelled excitedly, making us all flinch.
“Well in that case do you mind if I join you guys? But if you were getting ready to leave or anything, no need to feel pressured. You guys are obviously up to something.”
“Nono, we just got here a few minutes ago. Please feel free to sit,” he said patting his lap with a smirk plastered onto his pretty face.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him over, sitting on the end next to him. “In your dreams, kitten.” The nickname slipped passed my lips with ease and before I even knew what I had said, everyone was looking at the two of us like:
I glanced up at them after taking a bite of my sandwich. “What’s with the staring, geez. If you guys need me to leave your little secret meeting I can, but just stop looking at me like that,” I said as my forehead crinkled in confusion. I glanced at Kuroo to see him blushing a crimson red.
I thought back over the last minute, trying to pinpoint what happened. Realization struck and I burst out laughing. “Oh, this is about your nickname,” I snickered. “I didn’t even realize I said it, but I also thought I had said it around all of you guys already.” I looked out them and we all laughed.
From there forward, it was smooth sailing. Conversation flowed smoothly and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I glanced down at my watch and sighed. “Hate to leave you guys so soon, but I have a couple meetings I have to call into from home.” I frowned and started to stand up. “Oh hey, Kuroo, so this “surprise” at the park tonight. What time are you thinking? I'm afraid I won't be free for quite a while with these status report meetings. It might be late before I can meet up. Is that okay?”
“Oh yeah, that’s perfect actually. Just call or text me when you’re on your way.” He smiled and gave my hand a little squeeze before I stood up.
I smiled back at him and ruffled his hair as I said my goodbyes and headed out.
Geez, it's been a long day already and I bet it's only going to get worse. I sighed and walked home. The sky was bright, without a single cloud accenting the vibrant shade of blue.
****
Everyone seemed to relax more once y/n left. The relentless teasing about his nickname and interactions with y/n made him blush a bright red once again.
“You’re so soft for him- it's kinda sickening honestly,” Kenma complained.
“Y/n almost never gives me head pats anymore,” Bo whined.
“Yeah, I think it's pretty clear that you won't have any trouble sealing the deal tonight,” Tsuki said.
“Who really knows? Y/n is an affectionate person and it's hard to really pinpoint what he thinks about you. He’s too good at hiding his emotions towards people,” Bo said as he sipped his drink.
“I’ll never know if I don’t ask, right?” Kuroo said with a smile as he stood up and started cleaning up the table.
“I agree. I'm only saying don’t assume anything too fast or you’ll just end up getting yourself hurt.”
Kuroo nods and after getting everything cleaned up, the group heads out and goes to the store before splitting up and heading in their separate directions.
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A/N: this took a while, but oh well- hopefully it’s not horrible. The party really begins next update😌
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When/how did you come up with your username?
oh man i think ive told this story a couple times but uh here we go
i started watching dream smp in like october ish but i didnt get to occasionally posting until december and then in about late jan or early feb i started actually making posts frequently. at first i came up with the url @/tubbox-supreme because the first stream i ever watched in full was the festival, and i really liked the idea of making my url a pun
but i didnt feel like it was good enough and ppl were probably going to move on from tubbox eventually kinda thought about the shit that was going on and how i really liked the plot of wilbur and techno trying to blow up l’manburg and i went huh. i can work with that. so my synapses fired for the first time in my life and i mashed up 420 blaze it with technoblade and that’s how i got my name. combo of arson pog and weed
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