#Can't erase pen man

[doodle17]

Older Dogen and Lili being nature loving dorks and Milka with her trash cat that Elton found by the docks

#Milka bleached her hair btw that's why it isn't dark I tried to make the roots look like her actual hair color #I like drawing in this simplistic style #It's fun #And I can draw a lot of characters in one sitting #I want to so more of em #But traditional is so hardddd #Can't erase pen man #Free me from this pain #doodles rants #psychonauts #lili zanotto #dogen boole #Milka phage #<- that's her last name right #Psychonauts au #Psychonauts future

[morimess]

Also, the last chapter of TBABS had me in such a strangle hold that I had to draw Linebeck in the crate.

#Linebeck #legend of zelda phantom hourglass #phantom hourglass #my art #This man has caused complete brainrot for me #I swear #I think I remember someone saying that his design is kinda villanous #with the sharp angles and eyebags and all that #Like compare Linebeck's design to Byrne from ST and they use Very similar features #I really felt that when drawing his coat #Go easy on this piece #This is my first time drawing him #and I also havent touched my drawing tablet in at least a year #I do not understand layers #like at all #this only had 7 #my usual media is pen/paper #emphasis on PEN #I can't even erase my usual mistakes #and then I get placed in front of a tablet and the complete freedom is intimidating #anyway #enjoy

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons!

lucifer, mammon and simeon ♡

part two (asmodeus, levi, barbatos)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: a few spoilers ahead from the main story! also one SLIGHT nsfw on simeons part???

small note: i only started writing on tumblr now so idk much on how ppl do those line thingies on the words and then it teleports to a diff post so if anyone knows how to do it please teach me! thank you :3

☆ lucifer:

- generally has a thing for turtlenecks. if you open his closet you'll see a bunch of turtlenecks in there. lucifer is a very conservative man after all.

- speaking of closet, he definetely has a color code for his clothing. blacks, reds, navy blues, anything dark

- you'll never catch him wearing anything revealing. especially his legs. man keeps em hidden.

- has a very sensitive nose. he always scolds mammon and asmo for wearing such strong cologne. he has great sense of smell in general (the bitch can smell anything) and automatically knows when trouble is near.

- EXTREMELY petty when he doesn't get his morning coffee. if he misses a day without it an extra line will appear on his forehead.

- gifts you souvenirs when he enters the human world. claims he's here for business because diavolo told him but we all know that's not the only reason why he came up there.

- he doesn't like writing with modern pens and only settles with quills. he still has his old quill from the celestial realm and keeps it hidden somewhere.

- almost gave head pats to luke once.

- his nose is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and his side profile too. he has a nose bump for sure and i will die on this hill.

- he's not a big fan of creamy foods like carbonara or anything with cream in general. if he's eating sweets he prefers the icing to be less flavorful. what do you expect? he's a black coffee lover after all.

☆ mammon:

- room is always a fucking mess, but he cleans when he procrastinates so if you ever enter his room and he's all quiet and cleaning just don't disturb him for a while.

- buys bootleg merch for levi for no reason. one time he found this cheap ruri chan stuffy on sale for like 150 grimm and decided to buy it.

- has fucking shit hand writing bro. sometimes it's small, sometimes it's big but most of the time it's ass balls. like why does your k and h look the same?

- he cracks his knuckles and joints often and can't go without a day doing it atleast once. it's kinda hot tbh lol

- when he's in a happy mood he'll sing in like a high pitched way. idk how to explain it but i just see him doing that especially when he's on cooking duty

- sleeps really late he could almost rival levi on it. surprisingly his eyebags aren't that visible though.

- has really pretty features like long eyelashes, plump lips and visible collarbones. eat your heart out asmo xoxo

- convinced himself he'll never ever like or listen to human world songs until he heard you blasting some music in your room. he was singing that song in his head for days on end but refused to ask you what the title was

- he's a very clumsy guy and often drops small things especially during class like his ballpen, eraser or that pack of bubblegum lucifer ended up confiscating

- before you arrived, he liked to vape or juul when he's stressed or felt lonely but now he only spends his time thinking of you when he feels down.

☆ simeon:

- when he turned into a human he had thoughts of becoming a teacher in christian education but realized it's better if he owned a cafe instead.

- he sometimes joins luke during his baking lessons with barbatos even though he already knows all the steps

- occasionally invites you for sleepovers and buys card / board games for you guys to play with solomon and luke! either he or solomon are always end up being the winners everytime though

- always and i mean ALWAYS willing to teach you something when he knows it. baking, writing, recent lessons, etc

- once the exchange program ended he started writing more and more, especially poetry. and mostly wrote about you and how much he misses you <3.

- started making diary entries after the aftermath of the celestial war.

- during quiet nights, simeon often thinks what it'd be like if he was really close with the brothers.

- his eyes are lowkey creepy sometimes when he looks at you for too long. it's like he's trying to detect every sin you've committed.

- idk why i thought of this but his teeth are literally so pearly and perfect but he doesn't really smile with them in view.

- unintentionally moans sometimes. like when he sits down after a long day you just start hearing a soft "ah~" out of nowhere..

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #om! shall we date #om! lucifer #lucifer x reader #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #obey me x reader #om! x reader #obey me headcanons #om! headcanons

[rooksamoris]

I've come to humbly request and spread propaganda for Jamil L/N.

Jamil taking his s/o's name strikes 3 birds with one stone: freedom from the Asims (you can't tell me there hasn't been a single Viper who didn't marry into another family and adopt their trade), freedom to marry the love of his life, and guaranteeing freedom for his descendants. Depending on how things go with Najma, they could erase the Viper name and, by extension, their servitude.

Also how does he react being called Mr.L/N?

💞 — in which jamil marries you and takes your last name.

💞 — jamil viper x reader

💞 — warnings: none, this is pure fluff and romance

💞 — 1.2k words. i ended up writing a mix of drabbles and headcanons <33 your propaganda turned into me making even more propaganda for this idea. honestly, seems very plausible that he would do something like this.

“I’ll take your last name. If we want to get married, I have to take your name, or else you’d be stuck serving with me,” Jamil said, breaking the silence. His eyes remained on the book in his lap, looking through the various pictures from his parents’ wedding. He would be wearing his father’s old garments. 

The man had an intricate belt with a jambiyah (dagger) tied around the waist of his thobe (long dress-like garment), and his hair was done in various braids with a shemagh (men’s headscarf) tied over it. He had a few ornate pieces of fabric draped over him like a cape and a spot of henna on the inside of his palm. The usual kohl (eyeliner) was a bit smudged from all the festivities—Jamil had never seen his father look this happy. 

His mother was dressed similarly, with old pieces of gold and silver jewelry about. Her big earrings had matched the rings his father wore, and she had kohl drawn on both her eyes and her chin, in the shape of ancient tattoos. Here hair had scented plants interwoven in the strands, and Jamil wondered if he should do the same with his hair, draping a shemagh over it. It seemed like something you would enjoy, and he would enjoy you taking them out at the end of the night. He spoke again, “What do you think of that?” he asked, concerning him taking your name.

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, flipping the page to another picture of his parents’s wedding, this one featuring his mother shyly lifting a piece of her sitara (long piece of fabric with various designs which directly translates to ‘curtain’) to hide her face from her husband, “I think it's a wonderful idea.”

🩷 — Taking your last name was probably the best decision he could have made. He indulged in the marriage festivities with you for both your sake and his parent’s sake. What he was excited about was signing the contract that officially gave him your surname—freeing him from the shackles of the Viper clan.

🩷 — He did it after the festivities when it was just the two of you guys and the imam as well as a legal advisor. You both were still in the wedding clothes, sitting on an ornate rug with a little table in front of you. 

🩷 — Jamil could feel the tremors of his heart in his hand as he lifted the pen and signed his name beside yours. This time, Viper was nowhere to be found.

🩷 — With that, Jamil shook hands with the imam and then handed the page to the legal advisor to be put in the Scalding Sands’s records. It all felt so surreal. He glanced over his shoulder to see you gleefully talking to the imam about the marriage and showing off your wedding band. 

🩷 — It was a thin gold ring that he had made with the antiquities left by his family. Nothing fancy—he wanted to give you diamonds, and yet you were so smitten with it and him.

Once nightfall came, Jamil lay beside you in your bed. A bed for the both of you. It was a bed he bought under his new name, Jamil (L/N), under the surname you gifted him. His charcoal eyes watched as you sat down at the edge of the bed, your night robe dipped down your back. It matched his nightgown, save for the patterns. He helped you fall in love with the comfortable garb of his homeland.

You turned slightly to see him, your eyes growing tender at the sight of him all disheveled. This was a sight just for you, “What are you thinking about?” you asked, reaching out to take his hand.

Jamil pulled you closer to him by your hand, forcing you to lay on top of him. He kissed your knuckles, “Thinking about you, hayati (my life),” he muttered, before letting his hand trail up your arm and to the back of your neck. His gaze had softened and his features relaxed, “Thank you,” 

You did not need to ask why he thanked you. You knew he felt indebted to you for being patient with him and becoming his spouse. You gave him the greatest gift ever, freedom. Free to be yours, free from Kalim Al-Asim. You freed his descendants… he would spend the rest of his life as your husband, repaying you with kisses across your skin and warm meals in your belly.

🩷 — It takes him a long time to get used to his new name, as well as his newfound freedom. After your wedding, he takes you out to do many of the things he could not do before, such as travel to another country, but even simple things like going out to parks.

🩷 — He did not have to worry about Kalim anymore, just your and his enjoyment.

🩷 — Jamil still has yet to get used to being called by your surname. When he notices it, he is filled with a smug and quiet pride, but most of the time he just ends up ignoring whoever is calling for him, or glancing over at you in confusion, thinking that they are speaking with you and not him.

🩷 — This was particularly apparent when it came to the reunion at Night Raven College.

🩷 — He did not want to go, but he could not reject you either. You were excited about seeing your silly friends, and who was he to stop you from going? Instead, he just sighed and went along with you, standing off to the side and watching as you ran about to gather Ace and Deuce, as well as greeting your other friends.

“If it isn’t the new Mr. (L/N),” Azul approached his former classmate with a suave grin. He had grown up, but it was clear he still kept that usual ‘evil businessman’ charm to him. His suit was freshly pressed and his hair, which had grown a bit, was brushed back neatly. Though, he was still wearing the same thin-rimmed glasses.

Jamil turned around when he heard your surname being called, and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. He was your husband. Sure, he remembered your wedding—he carried a picture from it all the time, but it was still strange hearing it affirmed by someone else. He tried to hide how happy he was to hear it behind a raised brow and his usual frown, “What do you want, Azul? My spouse isn’t going to be pulled into one of your schemes anymore,” he said, arms crossed.

Azul laughed at that, tilting his cane a bit as he leaned away from Jamil, “You wound me, Jamil. As if I would try anything like that anymore,” he replied, and the irony was not lost on him at all. Instead, he sighed and watched as Jamil’s eyes found your figure again. You were chasing Epel around, trying to get a hug from your old friend. It was just like before, except now you wore a ring from Jamil and he wore a name from you.

“You don’t seem so poor and unfortunate now,” Azul said.

Jamil could not bite back the slight twitch of his lips, “Not at all.”

#💖 — amoris writes #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper #twst jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #twst jamil #twst headcanons #jamil viper headcanons

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Read my lips

Regardless of what people say the worst thing about being Isekai in genshin isn't the lack of technology or how many monsters there are, it's about how you can't read anything that is written

Notes: i know this concept is overdone and everything but i just wanted to see an Spanish speaking reader jsjsjjs

Wc: 2,1k

Landing on teyvat there were many things you had to get used to quickly to not get attention. Getting used to seeing children with natural pink hair. Blue being a more common hair color than brown for vision bearers.

But one thing you never got used to is reading in their alphabet. Even if the way they speak sounds like English the symbols that represent each one are so different to any type of alphabet you ever saw that at one point you gave up trying, opting for asking questions or leading people to suggest things so that you don't have to read. As you are doing now.

Looking to the blackboard with what you guessed was the menu you ask her as smoothly as you could "Say Sara, what do you recommend for me on this sunny day" you smile widely.

Sara, already used to this antic simply answers " well, there are chicken skewers and if you pay 500 extra we add a drink. But if you are specially frugal today I can give you a few tasks and the house covers it all, what do you think?"

" I just got paid so I'm going to pay" pulling out 1500 worth of moras you lean over the counter " is it me or has it gotten hotter"

Sara scribbles the order and grabs a chicken from behind the counter, cutting it so she can skewer the pieces " I think it's because it's been raining lots, whenever it's this humid my hair is a mess and my clothes stick so much because of the sweat"

A voice joins in " is it really so hot for you two? I would say it's rather mild" the owner of the voice being an old novelty, an animal hybrid.

He walks towards the counter followed by a girl and a man dressed up as a knock off Anubis, even if they looked slightly different than in game you could guess they were collei and cyno.

" Yes, summer is coming so i guess we have to get prepared for a heatwave" As collei gets closer you can see some familiar words written on collei's arm " do you have dirt in your arm? Here, let me clean it for you" taking a piece of fabric you use as a handkerchief and dampening it slightly with saliva you try to erase the supposed dirt

Collei takes her arm away whining " noo, please. It took me so long to write this words I doubt I can remember how to do them again without the book"

Tighnari looks at yours and Sara's confused faces and briefly explains "in sumeru people write whatever they feel they need the most of in certain moments as a way to feel closer to the creator"

Looking closer you see it reads 'seguridad en mi mismo' " oh, then you must be ready shy if what you need is confidence in yourself"

Tighnari's ears stand upright, surprised meanwhile collei looks at you starstruck " are you so knowledgeable about the holy language that you can read it without a guide?It's so cool! Even the scholars and scribes need a dictionary!"

Surprised you try to brush off her excitement " oh, i just know a little, bit too much. I do know that you gendered 'mismo' wrong, if you are a girl you would refer to yourself as 'misma'" getting the handkerchief closer to erase the o " can I erase it and write an a?"

Collei nods before taking the handkerchief and erasing the o, taking a pen out of her bag she stops for a second before looking at you sheepishly " I… forgot how the a looks. Can you?" You grab the pen, gliding smoothly over her soft skin " woah! You calligraphy is sooo neat! I can feel more confident already. Cyno look" she shows the mismatched calligraphy on her arm "doesn't it look so nice!"

" I guess you can say it's 'callineathy'"

" Why do you think it's a gendered language?" Tighnari looks at you, eyebrows furrowed " it's just a theory that started taking rise a few days ago…"

Looking at him a bit confused you answer " When talking about someone else you use

'él' and 'ella', each job or title or other things changing accordingly? Like 'hijo' is masculine and used for 'él' and 'hija' is feminine and used for 'ella'? That is just one example that it's heavily gendered."

Cyno scratches his chin " I never thought mondstrat had an expert on holy language. If you don't mind, would you come with us to sumeru after the windblume festival? I'm sure the akademia would find you the most helpful"

" Oh, i have never been the scholar type. I will pass, but thanks either way" the last thing you need is people getting amazed about your abilities to read Spanish even as your first language, what you need even less is people trying to find something about you only for your history here to have started three months ago at best

" Who would have said, my client to refuses to read the menu and asks me for suggestions is actually well versed in holy language" Sara laughs

" Why don't you three come here and we share a meal together?"

After a week the windblume festival comes to an end as does the three foreigners travel back home, not without another offer to show you they Homeland (or more specifically their akademia and old manuscripts that needed to be translated)

" Are you sure that you don't want to visit sumeru? There is beautiful greenery throughout"

" Oh, I'm sorry, I truly like forests in theory but I can't stand mosquitoes"

" There are almost no mosquitoes in the desert, i could take you to aaru village, it's a beautiful place"

" I would love to but I can't stand such high heat! I'm prone to overheating. Sorry"

After a few days of that over and over they greet you goodbye and hope to see you soon, sighing tiredly you rest your back against the wall as you watch them leave " they were so nice but so insistent. I almost gave up and went"

A few months went by, summer had already passed its hardest peak and you were getting ready for autumn even if it was many weeks away, almost like a lover you yearn for after years of not seeing each other. Only to later start yearning for winter after you get tired of the leaves, and then spring when you can't stand the cold any longer, and then summer again after getting bad pollen allergies and the endless cycle continues

" It's been so long since I could write in my language" you start running a stick you found on the floor through the ground, slowly making out various words. Patos, caracol, flores, calor. You would have kept going had someone not stood up behind you covering the sun. His green eyes scanning the words before meeting your own

" So you must be (Y/N)"

"Ay, pero la repu-"

It seems that they snitched on you, after something that you would consider a kidnapping had the knights at least done something when al-haitham dismissed them saying something along the lines of the future of how we understand the holy language you are dragged to the akademia.

Finally reaching the palace like building after hours of being held like a potato sack al-haitham drops you. That would be a good chance of running away had you a) had a glider, and b) not being literally between al-haitham and the door

" Enter. It was difficult enough tracking down the rumors and getting you here for you to behave like a mule"

" I remind you I was very happy living in mondstrat until I was dragged here"

" At least you didn't have to walk. You aren't specifically light, you know?"

Now giving up on keeping a façade you start cursing him out " ay pero que gracioso el hijo de mil p-"

A child comes out of the door, her hair white and her big eyes bright green. " oh, you must be that expert the rumors talked about. Come in, let's talk, you too al-haitham"

You are basically pushed forward by al-haitham's chest intro a room with two couches and a coffee table

You are sat between al-haitham and the wall, both of you looking at nahida

" So this is the person who shows great use of the archaic language?" She asks al-haitham who only nods

" When I found them they were writing in it" nahida seems surprised

" Writing?"

" Those seemed like loose words but it's still at least a bare minimum of three years of intensive study to write without guides"

" Where did you learn it?" The question now seems directed to you " i have yet to hear of someone in Mondstrat who teaches it "

Now it's your time to lie. Should you go with the classic 'I don't know. It comes naturally' or a simpler ' i used to know an old man who taught me, he said it was a fake language' but that will almost certainly discredit you, it seems like you could milk the akademia for some mora or at least a semi luxurious treatment as a guest. it's a promising future even if it wouldn't last that long

" When I was a child I went into a coma" the typical 'I woke up knowing it' will work, or so you hope " I remember dreaming of someone talking to me in a strange language and it stuck with me and somehow when I woke up I could speak it." Nice it seems like they semi believe it, now just the finishing touch and it should be flawless "I didn't find out it was the holy language after years, when I was speaking with a girl named collei who came for the windblume"

That girl only muttered a small 'interesting' "then you are able to read and write it?"

You shake your head " i can also speak it"

" Al-haitham" he looks up as he is named " please translate those texts with them and rewrite them in the common tongue" and he nods as an answer, is he capable of muttering more than three words consecutively or does he need a time to cool down?

" Hey, I kind of never agreed to this. I work doing commissions from dawn to dusk and hardly can make ends meet. I can't afford to take time off" please for god's sake bite the bait and let you live comfortably

" Is that so?" She thinks for a bit " i guess the akademia can take care of your stay and food for as long as you agree to work with us" she extended her hand and you don't even stutter to grab it

" Deal!"

Now a few days later you start to dislike your own choice

" Al-haitham, i already told you. You have to mark your ñ's!"

" Islenio" he says confidently

" Don't act so smug when you are wrong!" You throw your head back, almost hitting the back " follow after me"

"Is"

"Is"

"Le"

"Le"

"Ño"

"Nio"

" Give me your hand, i saw someone do this to teach their child" you grab his hand and put it on your neck so he can feel the vibrations " look closely to my lips"

You start repeating that word repeatedly, his hand snug against your neck, almost pressing on your pulse. His deep green eyes fixed on your lips as he mouthed the syllables alongside you. This was one of the most calming times with al-haitham that you could remember had it not been for-

"Hyaa!?" Kaveh's shriek scares the living shit out of you "I know it's your apartment and all but next time tell me you have someone over!" His face is mostly blush by this point

" Why would I? You have never been bothered by visits before"

" Well, because you didn't bang them! If you want to have some over it is fine but if you want to be intimate at least let me know! I don't want to be here when you fuck someone!"

"Oh" Al-haitham focuses on his hand wrapped around your throat and how intensely he was looking at your lips but doesn't care enough about making things clear " if you are bothered you can leave"

You don't get a chance at explaining before kaveh is out the door " couldn't you just tell him this is for our job?"

" I don't see why he should know. Plus we are both grown consenting adults, whatever our relationship is it's between us"

" You are dense as a rock, ain't you?"

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #gi #self aware genshin impact #kinda? you are isekai-ed so i guess #genshin sagau #sagau #al haitham #al haitham x reader #kinda? #suggested he wouldn't mind

[rayclubs]

I've always had a dog but now I'm tasked with looking after a cat, if you're like me and think it'd be a breeze because cats are supposedly low-maintenance compared to dogs you're WRONG, here's what I learned about this demon beast in the first week of living alone together

He will bite me

It's true that he doesn't need to be taken on walks which saves a lot of time, but he will immediately piss and shit into a freshly cleaned litter like it's an invitation, doesn't matter if he just shat five minutes ago, he'll do it again on purpose with malicious intent

He will scream. Sometimes it's about something in particular that upset him but most of the time he will just scream for the fun of it

1am is the perfect time to run head-first into the kitchen door and get scared

One time he woke up when I was in the bathroom and he couldn't find me so he started crying loudly and I had to let him in and he just sat in the bathroom with me. I still don't know what the fuck was up with that

He will ask me to pet him. And then he will bite me

He does NOT want belly rubs, you can NOT play him like a bongo, you should NOT roll him up towel style it's FORBIDDEN

He stares at me all the fucking time but god forbid I look at him

Sometimes he screams for food while his bowl is full, so I just go to the bowl and just shake it a bit so the cat food makes the food sound and then he wants to eat it again. Genius strats

Playing with him is WEIRD. He'll pounce and miss and just walk away like he doesn't care, then hide behind the door like I can't see his silly ass, babyboy just learn to aim already

Sometimes he doesn't miss and actually catches the toy abd then what am I supposed to do??? Cats don't play pull like dogs, do I let him keep it? Do I take it and start over the game so he can pretend-hunt it again? What?

Sometimes he runs after the toy for like 20 seconds and then just abruptly walks away. Babyboy do you think I'm the one this game is for or

He will lay on my lap and purr and rub his head against me and purr and snooze and purr and BITE ME

HE CAN GET INTO DRAWERS

He can't get out of the drawers

He can get onto elevated surfaces. It fucks me up cause with my dog I just put something on the table and he can't have it. But with this beast? There are hiding places, man

He will steal shit from me. Tiny things, hair rubbons, pen caps, erasers, etc. No idea where it goes. The shadow realm. Turns up a few days later so I know he isn't eating it, he actually isn't really inclined to eat anything but the most refined of foods which is very reassuring. My dog will try to eat a coin like it's candy

He will stare at the wall

He will meow at the wall

He will scream at the wall

There's more, might add later, cheers

#ray's bs

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING POST.

REWIND PREVIEW.

Seungmin x reader x Hyunjin. (s,a)

Synopsis: As a part of a research team that works on a memory-erasing machine, you work alongside the professor whom you greatly admire and a computer geek who relentlessly flirts with you. But the one that you want is the one that you can't have.

Preview under the cut!

...

Noticing that the meeting has come to a final decision, you stop talking and fix your sitting position. You watch as the board members take votes on whether Seungmin can continue with the test or not and all hands are raised in favor of Seungmin.

"With all members approving the selected test subject, Professor Seungmin is allowed to continue with the procedure that will be held on the agreed upon time and place," the board leader announces.

Even in his triumphant moment, Seungmin remains calm and still, you can't remember the last time he smiled, even out of courtesy. Ha he always been like this? Honestly, you can’t remember.

"The board members will watch closely the process, before and after the test. We also demand follow-ups and thorough datas on every detail of the test," they warn once again even though it's not the first time Seungmin has run the test.

Everyone scatters around once the meeting has finished, you wait outside of the meeting room knowing that Seungmin will likely stay to chat with the other professors. Rina is still here as well, holding her tablet close to her chest and not-so-subtly staring at Hyunjin

"You should ask her out," you mutter at Hyunjin, subtly hinting the subject of the talk with your eyes.

Hyunjin doesn't even look up from his phone when he flat-out rejects the idea, "No, thank you."

"Why not? She's pretty and she's your age," you point out all of the obvious facts why he should be seducing her, not you who's a couple of years older than him and not having a shiny, healthy hair.

Hyunjin lets out a scoff, then shoves his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, "You're prettier and older," he says with a sly smile plastered on his face.

Whether he tries to compliment you or try to offend you, you feel like you need to check if there's something wrong with him. You poke his side with your pen and he yelps in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" He sharply gasps.

"You are what's wrong," you answer, poking him on the other side this time.

He laughs and leans against the wall facing you, slightly slouching so he can be on the same eye level with you. "Dating older women is hot, you know," he coyly remarks.

You give him a repulsed glare at his words, shaking your head as you look away from him.

"And you're hot so dating you would be ticking two boxes at once," he adds with his sly smile growing wider on his angular face.

Besides your actual job, you have to deal with this 5'10" man bursting with youthful charm and testosterone, you wouldn't complain if you get double paychecks for it. You aim his stomach next and poke him with your pen again, hoping a little violence would put some sense into his small head.

"One more test, huh?" Professor Hale says, patting Seungmin's shoulder as they walk out of the meeting room.

It feels like your body is accustomed to getting on your perfect posture whenever Seungmin walks into your radar, you stop moving altogether and stand up straighter.

"I'll see everyone on Friday!" Professor Hale says one last time, he also smiles at you and Hyunjin before turning to leave.

Now that the team has earned the green light, everyone is going to get busier to prepare everything. Seungmin lists the things he wants you to do as he walks back to C building and you jot down everything on your notebook. He stops by the main lab and gets Hyunjin on the job, ordering him to run a diagnostic test on the MNE-Machine, checking for any issues.

It's one of those times when you can see how passionate Seungmin is about his work.

He's the reason why you applied for the job, not only because you can work directly with him but also because you admire him, his brilliance, his work ethic, and most of all, him as a person.

There are so many things you learned from working for him for the last three years and your admiration toward him only grows bigger with time. And out of that admiration, something else grows, something that makes you excited to go to work, makes you happy at the sight of him and wanting to always be close to him.

Sensing that someone is watching him, Seungmin turns around to find you still standing there, "Don't you have things to do?"

You gulp air before asking, "Uhm.. Professor?"

He starts walking with his hands shoved inside his lab coat pockets, "Yes?"

You half jog to keep up with his wide strides, "Professor Hale said one more test and I thought we're only on our fourth test?"

You wait for his answer while quietly admiring his wide shoulders from the back while struggling to keep up with his fast walks.

All of a sudden, he turns on his feet and then he looks at you, the eye contact doesn't last longer than a second until he looks away, "Notify the test subject first and make sure they make the time for the interview tomorrow!" He orders instead of answering your question.

"Will do, Professor," you respond.

You manage to finish a few things before it's time to go home, the rest on the to-do list are meant to be done tomorrow though. As you're about to get your coat, Seungmin walks out of his office and swings his briefcase on his side.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says without looking at you.

"Have a great—" You don't even get to finish your sentence as he disappears into the elevator.

Only a dozen people are working in the C building and there are only five people working directly with Seungmin. Professor Lee who worked together on MNE-Machine with Seungmin is being called to give lectures out of the country and taking his assistant with him, so that leaves you and Hyunjin. The rest of the employees are working maintenance on the lower level of the building, you only meet them when you either enter or leave the building.

"Are you sure you don't want to grab drinks with me?" Hyunjin asks, unlocking his car but not getting in yet.

You toss your bag onto the passenger's seat before getting inside your car. It's actually tempting to say yes, you could use it to blow some steam off to prepare you for the busy days ahead.

But you don't want to give Hyunjin the satisfaction. No, not yet.

"No," you answer with a playful smile.

Hyunjin tosses his backpack inside and comes up to your car, he bends down to look at you through your rolled-down window.

"Come on. It'll be fun," he persuades with a smile that is mischievous and seductive at once. You bet this is how he puts anyone under his spell.

You turn your head at him and smile, "You know what would be fun?"

He tips his head to the side and asks, "What?"

"Me running you over with my car," you jokingly say as you turn on the car engine.

“Ooo… feisty,” Hyunjin hisses then slowly, he steps away from your car.

That's how most of your days usually went, dealing with two men who are the opposite of each other. One gives you not enough attention and the other gives you way too much. One is cold and nonchalant, the other one is warm and attentive.

Sadly, the one that you want is the one that you can't have.

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

#stray kids smut #skz smut #seospicy upcoming post

[jessource]

prompts:　spotify on repeat.

“ i want to say all bad things end. ” “ can you get it in your brain i’m not playing your games this time. ” “ don’t tell me you need me now. ” “ if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one. ” “ i don’t know why i am the way i am. ” “ all of this for what? ” “ at least i had the decency to keep my nights out of sight. ” “ we can’t be friends. ” “ maybe we could’ve been friends, if i met you in another life. ” “ i’ll love you like you need me too. ” “ when i’m back in (city), i feel it. ” “ it's not worth crying 'bout the things you can't erase. ” “ if i’m gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love. ” “ you’re a waste of time. ” “ nobody lives forever. ” “ i didn’t think you’d understand me. ” “ usually, i'm fucked up, anxious, too much. ” “ i’m done being yours. ” “ it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this way. ” “ the truth is bulletproof, there’s no fooling you. ” “ i’d rather be tied to someone, even if they’re wrong. ” “ you don't feel remorse, you don't feel the effects. ” “ i can’t lie to it the same way i lie to you. ” “ if i was brave and noble like you i’d have the nerve to just stop stringing' you along. ” “ i guess i’ll never ever know, now that we don’t talk. ” “ i lay in your arms and pretend that it's love. ” “ never take advice from somebody who’s falling apart. ” “ you cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again. ” “ we don’t know how to accept we’re just a product of a chance. ” “ if a man talks shit, then i owe him nothing. ” “ oh, you're so vicious. loved me, then pretend you didn’t. ” “ don't say that i’ve been acting different. i'm nothing if i’m not consistent. ” “ nothing happened in the way i wanted. ” “ there’s something in the static, think i’ve been having revelations. ” “ what do you tell your friends? ” “ you search in every model's bed for something greater. ” “ i don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming. ” “ we like grabbing onto anything to feel like we’re important. ” “ i was secondary to everything, i’ve never been so insignificant. ” “ you fit every stereotype. ” “ why’s there a pit in my gut in the shape of you? ” “ you’ll always be a setback. ” “ i never saw him and we never kissed. ” “ your talk is cheap. all you do is leave. ” “ we’re all gonna die, decompose into daffodils and dandelions. ” “ i could have sworn you were heaven-sent. ” “ you made heartbreak look elegant, abused me with intelligence. ” “ nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, mine all mine. ” “ i know you said that we’re not talking, but i miss you, i’m sorry. ” “ you grew your hair long. ”

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[onelocket]

hihii!

this is my first request ever, but I really love the way you write abt fyodor! I would love to request more of fyodor as a high school lover, not necessarily w a selective mute reader, just high school fluff!!

I hope you do well on your exams, good luck, and take care! ♡

hello anon! i’m flattered to be the blog you first request :0 thank you so much for liking how i write him, it makes me happy to hear it ^_^! i’m so sorry this one took a while, but thank you for requesting ♡

my only love Fyodor D. x reader

involves -- high school au. for more click here, here & here

headcanons

His dedication to studying makes you a little jealous

But who even admits that sort of thing? It's embarrassing, and it makes you seem selfish. Not to Fyodor though. Since he's a really smart guy, he can also read your emotions. Whenever he just sees you sulking as you sit beside him — head turned away from him on his desk rather than nagging him to stop studying since you two were supposed to hang out right now in his home, he'd find it so adorable.

“Is it the door you're pretending to look at or are you just sulking?” Fyodor questions you suddenly, earning you to turn your head around and up to stop being so lazily pressed on your arm.

“Huh? I- I was just zoning out.” You mutter with pink painting your cheeks, him laughing at the sight. “You can't be jealous over paper, are you?” He asks.

“Say that again and I'll hug you tight!”

— But instead of being quiet, your lover usually takes the dares you spew out every time the conversation follows that path. With your pride do you end up sitting on him, but it does end well as Fyodor doesn't mind your warmth surrounding him. You had your arms around his back with your head resting on his shoulder, Fyodor a little closer to the table now so the gap you might leave was gone; allowing you to sit properly, and feel safer too. Silence mostly happens after these jokes, but it was a comforting one with each other in ones embrace. So maybe your 'jealousy to paper' can be a good thing sometimes.

Studying together in tea shops

first, Fyodor was a little hesitant to your idea. Not that he doesn't want to spend time with you — in fact he'd spend hours with you on the weekends if you simply said please, but he found the idea of a tea shop study date... unideal. Why was this? For a man so intelligent for his hard-work, the reason was simple.

“No, milaya. If that was right, then this part of the solution would be unnecessary.” Fyodor whispers with his head still turned to you. He couldn't meet your eyes however, all focused on the paper you had just written on.

“Oh. I see.. so I have to reconsider this part with the base of that section?” You ask, almost nudging your own beverage as you reach out for the eraser. Strands of your hair would fall on your pretty face as your fingers tighten its grip on your pen, the light illuminating from the window in front of you two accentuating your features.

“...Mhm.” Was all he could say.

You were just so distracting, it makes even the most focused of individuals focus on you instead. Exhibit A, your lover himself.

Questions can still be a remedy for overthinking, you know?

There can be times where you'd feel a little overwhelmed in school. Face it — you downgrade your smarts more than you'd like to believe in them. And while it's good not to be so cocky, it's also good to believe in yourself. Yet you sometimes fail in doing that. But it's okay, since you have your loving boyfriend to help you in his own way.

“That's an easy question!” You giggle out with a smile, all sitting down on Fyodor's lap as he sat on your couch, eyes on you. “The answer is simply no, because a vertical line rises up, not sideways like it claims.”

“...That is correct.” Fyodor chuckles out, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “The statement would be invalid then. Good job, (Name).”

He asks you easy, simple questions. Of course, not 1 + 1 or 2 +2, but rather scenarios or situations that require your overthinking brain to focus on thinking upon the factors given so you can instead itch out answers that were right. They weren't hard, yet by the end of the day do they make you feel a lot more smarter. Because you already were, and he was just making you remember that with questions he knew you'd know.

Borrowed clothing in school

Cardigans are a common thing in schools. Every gender can wear one, for not only does it look cute — it also warms up a student if they feel cold. And who else do we know who hates feeling cold? Your lover. But he's not one for bringing a cardigan to school, surprisingly.

“Fedya, I already told you to bring one.” You sigh out, frowning a little as you see him simply wearing your schools uniform. “It's going to get colder nowadays, do you not own one?”

“I do, but it is unnecessary in my opinion.” He replies, closing his textbook on his desk. “I assure you I'm alright, milaya- ..?”

But you don't believe them so easily. You end up wrapping your own cardigans around Fyodor each circumstance where he doesn't bring one during windy atmospheres and you've started to wonder if he's doing this on purpose. He barely returns your cardigans, only doing so when you ask for it. But maybe he also likes borrowing your clothing... so sometimes you don't mention it. The thought of him washing your clothes kept you awake and blushing at night too.

“I need your attention right now. Let me indulge.”

Neither of you always get to hang out at the others home, so it feels a little lacking majority of the time. Sure weekends were there, but you both also had things to sort out yourselves. So whenever you two do hang out are times you both need to savor a lot. Well, unless he breaks one rule or two. Namely in school.

“Mm? But isn't a program about to start at the gym?” You mumble quietly as students were already making their way to said area, your lover watching the walking people with the corner of his eye as he kept you hidden, pinning you against a wall that was near the rooftop staircase.

“You're right.” He whispers only when nobody was near, looking back at you. He leans in to suddenly start pressing hurried, almost needy kisses on your cheeks, making you melt a little and hold onto him. “F-Fedya, you're gonna end up missing the program...”

“It doesn't bother me. Move away if you don't like this.”

Which is his own translation of asking for your affection. Even if the situation was risky. But would you deny it either?

Your discreet, comforting fan

Sometimes, presenting in class — or even in front of the whole school can feel really scary for you. You knew that if it was done it'd be away from your problems, but you still find yourself shaking and probably even crying from the thought of speaking in front of so many people. Whenever you end up crying after just succeeding in your own part however, there's only one student in the crowd who will bring you somewhere else and make you feel better.

“You did so well,” He whispers in your ear as he continues to press soft kisses on your skin, trying to soothe you down with his words and touch. “I'm very proud of you, milaya. It's okay now.”

“I'm sorry..” You stifle out as you rub one of your eyes, Fyodor momentarily pausing to look down at you with his hand on your cheek. “You're going to miss the other reporters... just because of me.”

“And why does that matter? When it comes to a crowd, I'm only a fan to you and will treat you as my priority.”

And he always manages to fix that teary look in your eyes. Just give him a quiet, secluded place in the school for you and he'll pamper you with what he can.

⚘

p.s to the lovely anon who requested this (or you, too!), i actually made a fic about highschool fyodor x reader, but i did not use that because you just asked for fluff, meanwhile that fic had a whole plot. >_< if you want to read it, you can check it out on my profile or simply click here!

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[solitary-cutie]

Darkness to our light. Part II

Part I

Part III

Part IV

prompt: you and coriolanus are married, it's unbearable for you, but it will all end soon

contains: dark, manipulative, controlling coriolanus. fem!reader.

And so you are sitting in the living room waiting for the only person ypu could talk to - the piano teacher. Sharing with desire to continue your once neglected studies, Coryo did not fail to fulfill whim of his better half and help Her. He would always help, even without asking. No matter if you needed this intervention. He would spend all the money on your wants without even mentioning it, as if forgetting, deliberately ignoring any checks in the stores, but you clearly knew that this wastefulness was another yoke around your neck, because one should be grateful. Especially if the checks came in the mail, and the history of purchases served him in calculating the spending for the month.

“Hello. Hey, you guys quiet today? Helpers’s a bit tense today. Not even tea! Can you believe it? Didn't offer! - The teacher laughed, putting out a folder with notes, a pencil, an eraser and an orange leather notebook from her bag on the snow-white piano.”

“Oh yes, He's planning a dinner party, everyone's getting ready. He's inviting coworkers, his sister. He's looking forward to the promotion.”

“Oh, wow. Who's coming from yours?”

You didn't say anything, was ashamed of yourself. “No, it is his night.” Silence. “Maybe you'll come?” Open hope in the voice of her student, almost her age.

“When? I had plans, but I'd stop by.”

“It starts at 7:00. I'll be waiting, you know! You can come when it's convenient for you.”

A weightless touch, as if you'd brushed something off the back of her hand. You ran your eyes around the room. He's not home. The teacher softened.

“Okay, I'll try.” She finally sits down on a nearby chair. “Come on, show me how you've been practicing. Have you tried to put both hands together yet?”

“I tried, but no luck.”

“Did you play the metronome?”

“Yeah, I got more confused.”

“All right, I'll do the math. Go ahead. E-e-e, one and, two and--“

The game began, with mistakes and quick, hurried edits.

“You've changed.” Said the teacher, stopping counting out the rhythm, because the student was already helping herself with the silent movement of her lips.

“He says the same thing to me.” She chorused the rhythm.

“You're not so much flirtatious, laughing. The author's depression? When was the last time you sat down at the pen?” She smiled.

“I miss it. Okay, wait, what's the best way to play this? I forgot.”

The teacher intercepted her hands and began playing the obscure part, counting out the rhythm aloud with intonation highlighting that "And three, And four, And one...".

“You're unhappy.”

“No, why?”

“That's not a question. I can recommend a psychologist, the best woman I know. She helped me let go of my resentments.”

“I'm not resentful.”

“Teach you to love yourself, so you don't deny those resentments, but accept them. Appreciate yourself, don't deny being alone, but accept being one with yourself. You are not alone, know you can walk away from where you want to walk away from.” The teacher did not realize how she had pushed the piano aside and how she had moved on to passionate speeches. She had been spared the resentment, but not the desire to save.

You looked around the room again out of habit.

“At least he doesn't hit you?”

“No, God, of course not.” You caught the doubt in her eyes and a second frown furrowed her brow. “No, seriously, I wouldn't stand for that. I'm not leaving him. I can't.”

“There's no word for "can't."

“I mean, what dictionary can I give you to back that up? I don't even want to leave. We are one and the same, and he won't just let me go. The only way I'm getting out of here is with my feet up. If I'm lucky and he dies before I do, I'll have a few years of pleasure.” She smiled, starting the composition from the beginning.

“In the left hand hurry a little. And how can you reason like that about a man you're married to? And if the children come, what will you do?”

“The later they come, the better, God forbid now.”

“Does he want them now?”

You hesitated, not stopping the game. It was embarrassing. Again.

“Well he hasn't talked about them yet, though I don't know how he plans to.”

“So even your body doesn't belong to you? You don't talk about your plans, not your plans, but his.”

“My soul doesn't even belong to me. Look, my arms are tired, can I take a little break?” Nod. “What's the best way to pedal here?”

“First learn to control both hands.”

Silence.

You wonder if you could call it a pun. If your body and even the imperishable substance of your being belongs to your husband, a white-haired angel raised in hell and invited into the ether of paradise, a world of powerful, fully-endowed people, will you be able to control what you lost access to on the date that the calendar refers to as the "Anniversary of Dating"?

The remaining hour of class passed in silence, resulting in the learning of a new sonata, even with the use of a pedal to stretch the sound, giving it a smooth flow from one bar to the next.

“I have a question here: when will you finally learn the bass clef? Will you stop signing notes?” The teacher mocked, marking in the diary the next lesson for January.

“It's a rhetorical question.” You looked at the Interlocutor. “Oh man, I don't like that bass clef, I can't memorize it. The only thing I know is what the C note looks like. That's it.”

“Don't forget the "B."

“Oh yeah, and then..." She made a long road to nowhere with her hand.

“And then let the Snow land on top.” He stood at the white archway that opened the living room, leaning lightly against the blue wall with gilded patterns and trees.

You shuddered, nerves to no avail, you were easily frightened, which could not be said of your teacher, - a girl strong-willed. Nevertheless, the fright laid a heavy stone on her heart, sinking it into her heels, and she dropped her pencil and, looking at him confusedly, hurried to pick it up.

“I didn't mean to disturb you, much less frighten you.” The ice-cold eyes flashed over each of the girls, burning their insides with cold.

Coriolanus knew you were partial to this pianist. From the first time you met her, He had noticed the glint in your eyes. Gross, He didn't approve of it, but He also knew it was certainly not worth worrying about. You amuse yourself as best you can from lack of socialization with Him. Yes, maybe you complain about Him, suffer, but you won't leave Him because you don’t want to. These reflections might have reassured Him if He had once experienced a semblance of even doubt, let alone anxiety.

“Ginny, my wife and I are organizing a dinner party tonight. We'd love for you to come.” His eyes darted to you, looking at your teacher. What will you do? If you start coaxing her “friend”, this conversation never happened between you, but if you walk up to Him and...

“What a great idea!” You whispered, flying up to your husband and hugging him by the forearm. He smiles, it all became clear, you had already invited her, but was it scary to ask Him? “I was afraid to invite Ms. Ring because of the possibility of rejection.”

Now you are on His side, snuggling up to Him to get hers. Manipulative. And who are you trying to bend to your will is unclear.

“Yes, of course, thank you for the invitation, I'd love to come. But I'm afraid I'm busy, so I won't be able to make it to the beginning of the evening.”

“I didn't tell you the time, in case you get there.”

You both looked at each other. The pianist was confused.

“Dinner starts at 6:00 or 7:00 in the evening. Ms. Ring apparently skips a lot of dinner.” She tried to put the question into an impromptu justification for the two of them, but it came out badly. The answer to his line didn't work anyway.

“It starts at seven o'clock, but knowing some of the guests, they'll be a little later.” He looked at his wife. “Play the new composition you've learned for me.”

“We haven't played it all the way through yet. We need time.”

“Play it.” Demand…

#coriolanus snow #coryo x reader #coriolanus x you #coryo x you #fanfic #coryo snow #president coriolanus snow #dark fanfic #dark fanfiction #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[archer-kacey]

Joey Drew is Gay and there's no way around it (Pt 2)

In Illusion of Living, Joey claims that he was the one who created Bendy. In reality, Henry was the one who ultimately put pen to paper and created Bendy, Boris and Alice. Again, there's possessiveness over Bendy here, but that isn't all. Remember when I said in the previous part that Joey viewed Bendy as his literal son? So, the funny thing about that is...Henry created Bendy...and from Joey's perspective, his son.

Henry created his son.

And even if that's still a reach, Henry created the entity that was one of the most important things in Joey's life-his muse, messenger, and avenue through which he communicated his stories and ideas to the world. (Basically, his favorite OC.)

Things start off pretty swimmingly in terms of their friendship.

Joey was the one who got Henry set up working at the bookstore. (Apparently he also found him more complex than he initially thought.)

Things only pick up steam from here. When Joey finally does see Henry's art, he seems to have a strong reaction.

Joey has a "lightbulb moment" at the sight of Henry's cartoony style. He doesn't stop at the art, though.

(Joey, did he tackle what was right in front of him, or did you just want him to tackle what was in front of him? Be honest, now.)

Notice Abby's reaction. She sees how quickly he gravitates towards Henry's art, and the man himself.

Henry also seems stunned to silence by the high praise Joey gives him, which is a fair reaction to being told he might chart the course of the rest of someone's life.

Notice how Joey can't explain why he had such a sudden fascination with cartoons, he just "felt" it.

Pardon my french, but Abby seems to either be worried that he’s thinking with his dick, or not thinking at all. (Probably both.) Despite Abby's reservations, when Joey keeps his insistence that he wants to get into cartoons, she knows Henry is the man for the job.

And her intuition about bringing them together as business partners paid off.

Henry co-founded the studio with Joey, and by all surrounding context we're given, Joey seemed to be perfectly content with this setup. That is, until their eventual falling out.

We don't know the nitty gritty specifics of their falling out, but we know a few things. For one, it was brutal, which Nathan helps confirm via footnote.

Secondly, we know Henry moved to California. That's all the way across the US. Thirdly, we know Henry had a wife, Linda.

So the guy that helped him actualize his dream, created his SON/favorite OC, and was probably his best friend at the time, fell out with him and moved all the way across the country with his wife (and assumedly didn't talk to him again.)

I would find it hard to believe that Joey was solely using Henry similar to what he did with Susie, because there are very curt admissions throughout Illusion of Living that he can't entirely erase Henry from the narrative, as badly as he wants to. Joey couldn't get Henry out of his mind. Of course he didn't treat Henry fairly, and of course Henry had every right to leave. But he had a strong connection to Henry whether he wanted to admit it or not.

There's no proof that he felt romantically about Henry. There is, however, proof that Joey wanted a family, viewed Bendy as his son, admits he still admired Henry after the fallout, and seemed perfectly content living out his wildest dreams with the man who, from his perspective, created HIS SON.

But we're not done yet. See, Henry is FAR from the only man who had a great deal of relevance in Joey's life.

PART 3>>

#believe it or not it gets gayer #joey drew #the illusion of living #batim #batdr #abby lambert #henry stein #joey drew is gay #archer writes

[calliesmemes]

THE PAST ON STAGE IN SCRIPT AND SONG

A COMPILATION OF LYRICS AND QUOTATIONS FROM VARIOUS STAGE PRODUCTIONS WITH HISTORICAL SETTINGS OR STORYLINES.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

I. HAMILTON

“   He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.   ”

“   Talk less; smile more.   ”

“   If you stand for nothing, what will you fall for?   ”

“   I imagine death so much it feels just like a memory.   ”

“   I will lay down my life if it sets us free.   ”

“   You want a revolution? I want a revelation.   ”

“   Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.   ”

“   It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.   ”

“   You’ll remember you belong to me.   ”

“   When push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.   ”

“   Have I done something wrong?   ”

“   Dying is easy; living is harder.   ”

“   But what do we have in common?   ”

“   I’m about to change your life.   ”

“   I will never understand you.   ”

“   Don’t do a thing. History will prove him wrong.   ”

“   I can’t disobey direct orders.   ”

“   History has its eyes on you.   ”

“   Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?   ”

“   They are asking me to lead. I am doing the best I can.   ”

“   I’ve nowhere else to turn.   ”

“   Turn around, bend over; I’ll show you where my shoe fits!   ”

“   Every action has an equal opposite reaction.   ”

“   Try not to crack under the stress.   ”

“   This prick is asking for someone to bring him to task!   ”

“   See how he lies?   ”

“   You can finally speak your mind!   ”

“   They will tear him into pieces!   ”

“   As long as he can hold a pen, he’s a threat.   ”

“   This is the only way I can protect my legacy.   ”

“   That’s one less thing to worry about.   ”

“   I came as soon as I heard.   ”

“   I will choose her happiness over mine every time.   ”

“   Be careful with that one; he will do what it takes to survive.   ”

“   I’m erasing myself from the narrative.   ”

“   You forfeit all rights to my heart.   ”

“   I hope that you burn.   ”

“   This man has poisoned my political pursuits!   ”

“   Your last chance to negotiate.   ”

“   It's him or me, the world will never be the same.   ”

“   This man will not make an orphan of my daughter!   ”

“   Legacy, what is a legacy?   ”

“   Teach me how to say goodbye.   ”

“   History obliterates, in every picture it paints.   ”

“   I survived, but I paid for it.   ”

“   You have no control over who lives, who dies, who tells your story.   ”

“   Can I show you what I’m proudest of?   ”

“   Oh, I can’t wait to see you again.   ”

II. THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

“   Please promise me you’ll try.   ”

“   Where in the world have you been hiding?   ”

“   You did well. He will be pleased.   ”

“   It frightens me.   ”

“   Don’t be frightened.   ”

“   Insolent boy!   ”

“   My power over you grows stronger yet.   ”

“   Now you cannot ever be free!   ”

“   So, it is to be war between us!   ”

“   We'll be safe there.   ”

“   I can't escape from him . . . I never will . . .   ”

“   Don't take me back there!   ”

“   All I want is freedom.   ”

“   I'm here, nothing can harm you.   ”

“   You’re safe; no one will find you.   ”

“   Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime.   ”

“   Anywhere you go, let me go too.   ”

“   I don’t want any part in this plot!   ”

“   If he finds me, it won’t ever end.   ”

“   Every hope and every prayer rests on you now.   ”

“   You've already succumbed to me.   ”

“   No second thoughts, you've decided.   ”

“   I had rather hoped that you would come.    ”

III. ANASTASIA

“   Wherever I go, you’ll always be with me. ”

“   Do you believe in fairytales? ”

“   It’s risky, but not more than usual. ”

“   I don’t know a thing before that. ”

“   You don’t know what it’s like not to know who you are. ”

“   I see flashes of fire, and hear the echoes of screams. ”

“   We’ve lots and lots to teach you, and the time is going fast. ”

“   Pull yourself together, and you’ll pull through it! ”

“   I don’t like being contradicted! ”

“   You have courage and strength you barely know. ”

“   They would kill you without hesitation. ”

“   Everyone imagines being someone else; I’m no different. ”

“   Be very careful what you say. ”

“   I heard the screams, but it’s the silence after that I remember most. ”

“   I believe he did a proud and vital task. ”

“   A revolution is a simple thing. ”

“   Your eyes. A man could look right into them. ”

“   Want to see what else I can do? ”

“   My father used to bring me here. ”

“   I’m not as strong as you think I am. ”

“   You were the only hope I had. ”

“   You’re the stubbornest person I’ve ever met! ”

“   Get a grip and take a deep breath. ”

“   We’ll be safe soon. ”

“   You put these ideas in my head. I’m beginning to think that they might be true. ”

“   You are all I know; you have raised me. ”

“   We’ll find them, never fear. ”

“   She’s nothing but a child. ”

“   I feel a strange connection I can’t allow. ”

“   I am nothing but a man, with nothing but his orders to fulfill. ”

“   Are you ready to be astonished? ”

“   If only I could lose hope entirely. ”

“   I won’t let you give up. ”

“   We are going to change history. ”

“   The voices keep coming back! ”

“   I began to wonder if you were ever going to pay me a compliment. ”

“   Do not come any closer! ”

“   I do not need reminding of what happened to my family! ”

“   I’m old and impatient. Kindness has become a luxury. ”

“   You’re clever. I’ll grant you that. ”

“   I have found solace in my bitterness. ”

“   Do you know what it means to lose everything? ”

“   It’s never too late to come home. ”

“   Do you think history wants you to have lived? ”

“   I am my father’s daughter. ”

“   I am my father’s son! ”

“   Be careful what a dream may bring! ”

IV. LES MISÉRABLES

“   I’ve done no wrong.   ”

“   You’re standing in your grave.   ”

“   They've all forgotten you.   ”

“   Your time is up.   ”

“   Do not forget my name.   ”

“   In their eyes I see their fear.   ”

“   Freedom is mine.   ”

“   You broke the law.   ”

“   Now every door is closed to me.   ”

“   What we have, we have to share   ”

“   Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.   ”

“   I commend you for your duty.   ”

“   My life was a war that could never be won.   ”

“   I feel my shame inside me like a knife   ”

“   Another story must begin.   ”

“   Cheer up dearie, show a happy face.   ”

“   I’ll kill you, you bastard.   ”

“   If I stay silent, I am damned.   ”

“   I swear to you, I will be there.   ”

“   Crying at all is not allowed.   ”

“   Like mother, like daughter.   ”

“   Please do not send me out there alone.   ”

“   I used to dream that I would meet a prince.   ”

“   There are treacherous people about.   ”

“   Don’t judge a girl on how she looks.   ”

“   The time is near.   ”

“   It is better than an opera!   ”

“   It is time for us all to decide who we are.   ”

“   Have you asked of yourself what’s the price you might pay?   ”

“   What was right seems wrong, and what was wrong seems right.   ”

“   Who cares about your lonely soul?   ”

“   How can I live when we are parted?   ”

“   My place is here, I fight with you!   ”

“   You're here, that's all I need to know   ”

“   Just hold me now, and let it be.   ”

“   Though we may not all survive here, there are things that never die.   ”

“   Come; time is running short.   ”

“   I am the law and the law is not mocked!   ”

“   Vengeance was his, and he gave me back my life.   ”

“   There is nothing on earth that we share.   ”

“   He gave me my life. He gave me freedom.   ”

“   I should have perished by his hand.   ”

“   Must I now begin to doubt what never doubted all those years?   ”

“   My heart is stone and still it trembles.   ”

V. 1776

“   There you are!   ”

“   What in the hell are you all waiting for?   ”

“   Oh, good god.   ”

“   I’ve had enough of you!   ”

“   Can’t we compromise here?   ”

“   Will someone shut that man up?   ”

“   It’s all quite simple, really.   ”

“   Have you done as I asked?   ”

“   I’m afraid we have a more urgent problem.   ”

“   Damn it; this is no time for playing games!   ”

“   Why don’t you give it up? Nobody listens to you.   ”

“   You’re obnoxious and disliked.   ”

“   What new intrigue are you cooking up?   ”

“   That was the most revolting display I have ever witnessed.   ”

“   It’s traditional. Even more, it is historical.   ”

“   I wonder if I might speak to you for a moment in private.   ”

“   How can anyone see you if you insist in standing in his shadow?   ”

“   Your voice is hurting my foot.   ”

“   What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a great man before?   ”

“   I’m not certain whether representing the people means relying on their judgement or on my own.   ”

“   There’s a question I’ve been fairly itching to ask you.   ”

“   I’ve never seen, heard, nor smelled an issue that was so dangerous it couldn’t be talked about.   ”

“   You are merely an agitator, disturbing the peace, creating disorder, endangering the public welfare!   ”

“   Don’t let him deceive you!   ”

“   Why the long face?   ”

“   I have objections — I have lots of objections!   ”

“   What is all that racket?   ”

“   Do you mean to say that it is not yet finished?   ”

“   I’ve forgotten the feel of your hand.    ”

“   I am, as I ever was and ever shall be, yours.   ”

“   Excuse me, madam, but we met last evening.   ”

“   I won’t appear in the history books anyway.   ”

“   All right, enough socializing. There’s work to be done.   ”

“   When they hang you, perhaps you’ll put in a good word for the rest of us?   ”

“   If I thought that we could win this war, I’d be at the front of your ranks.   ”

“   What we do we do rationally.   ”

“   Why begin, until we know that we can win?   ”

“   If we cannot win, why bother to begin?   ”

“   Most men with nothing would rather protect the possibility of becoming rich than face the reality of being poor.    ”

“   You’ll give yourself an attack of apoplexy if you’re not careful!   ”

“   This is a revolution, damn it! We’re going to have to offend somebody!   ”

#askbox meme #askbox prompt #rp ask meme #roleplay sentence meme #ask box #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #* sentence meme #musical rp #historical rp #broadway rp

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Omg maknae line for the polaroid reaction pls i love it AND YOUR WRITING

hyung line

seokmin: seokmin is mortified when seungcheol tells him that he'd accidentally posted something inappropriate on his close friends story, and he's even more mortified when he realizes it's a nude of you. luckily, his leader had caught it early, and not many people had viewed the story (not that he had many people on his close friends list to begin with), but seokmin is still burning with embarrassment as he texts you to explain. it was a genuine mistake, something he'd missed in the background when he took a picture of his desk setup, but he still feels awful. thankfully, you're not upset with him over it.

mingyu: he has the photo in one hand, his cock in the other, and he's right about to cum all over his stomach when joshua barges into his room, causing him to throw the polaroid in his direction. joshua only catches a glimpse, but he's judging hardcore. "seriously, man? you know they made facetime for this exact reason., right? i mean, at the very least you could sext her."

minghao: jihoon looks entirely too happy for six am, and minghao is suspicious before he even gets in the car. "this is for you," jihoon says and holds out a polaroid picture for him to take. it's a picture of you in nothing but a bra and panties and minghao has no idea how his member got a hold of it. "your girlfriend asked me to deliver it," he explained before minghao had the chance to strangle him. he curses under his breath and tucks the photo into his pocket, muttering a quick "thanks" to the man in the passenger seat. what the fuck were you trying to pull? you couldn't have at least put the picture in an envelope? clearly, you wanted jihoon to see the picture. and you wanted to minghao to know jihoon had seen it. whatever it was, you'd pay for it later.

seungkwan: late as always, seungkwan is the last to slip into the conference room with his iced americano for their group meeting. in a rush to be seated, he drops all of his things on the table at once, not noticing something fly out of his notebook. mingyu slides it back across the table a moment later, lips pursed. seungkwan's quick to shove it back into the journal, but not before shooting a death glare at poor mingyu who had just been trying to help.

vernon: he'd told jun that he could borrow a pen from his backpack, but a pen is not what jun finds. instead, he comes across one of those film pictures taken on a really old polaroid... it's a picture of you, of course, jun had seen several like these before... except you were naked in this one. which was different. and something he was not supposed to see. he tries shoving the polaroid back into the backpack before vernon catches him, but he's too late. vernon snatches the entire bag from his hands and tosses him a pen himself. it was an accident. vernon can't even be mad, though he wants to be. "next time, remind me to grab whatever it is you need for you."

chan: who the fuck leaves nude pictures hanging on their fridge?? lee chan, that's who... apparently. to be fair, minghao hadn't told him he was coming over to your apartment beforehand, but really? your ass on display for anyone in the kitchen to see? there was a little note that chan had scrawled on the bottom too that minghao wishes he could erase from his memory. clearly, chan had stayed the night and left you (and unfortunately minghao) a surprise for when you woke up to remind you of your antics from the night before. all minghao had wanted was an egg or two for the cake he was trying to bake and now he had to navigate this awkward situation. chan doesn't even panic when he sees hao standing in the middle of your apartment. he knows you two are friends, he knows you gave hao the code to the front door. but then he sees minghao glancing at the refrigerator as if he's trying to tell him something and it dawns on him. "fuck." minghao just nods. "please pretend you didn't see that." "i wish i hadn't. you're an idiot." "tell me something i don't know."

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen reactions #svt reactions

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🌻🌾🌿🥀 for Pride? <3

thank you!! time to go SOFT on this man

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Before character development, he got a real kick of seeing people argue in public. Whether or not he goaded them into it, seeing everyday acts of antagonism raised his demonic little spirits. When he gets upset at this point in his character, the only thing that makes him feel better is going Beast Mode and drowning every human in a mile radius in sin to watch them fight.

After developing his character, he likes when it rains. He learns to like when strangers ask him for a light, or to bum a cig off him. He likes going basically anywhere with Justice to window-shop. And he still likes hearing people argue, but in a gossip-y way, not an "I'm glad you're suffering" way. Progress!

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this is gonna be so gooey, because obviously it will be from Justice. Here we go:

"Describe Pride, okay... He's about this tall, with black hair—well, mostly black. His beard and everything else is black, but his horns turned his hairline blond. I know he doesn't like it, and I get why, but I do, a little. It's messy. I like that about him.

Okay, I don't like it all the time. I seriously think about putting locks on the kitchen cabinets. But the point is, Pride is loud and chaotic and more than a little rough around the edges. Even his art is messy. He doesn't so much 'paint' as 'squeeze paint on his hands and rub it around', but I think that's beautiful. Pride feels before he thinks, and that's... gotten him in trouble, but I don't think it's always a bad thing. There's a lot of him that hurts, and he's doing everything he can to get it out, no matter what it looks like.

He can be abrasive, sure, but it means he's always ready to defend himself. Pride is impulsive, not even Heaven can stop him once he's made up his mind—and we tried—but that means he's so passionate about everything he cares about. When he wants to do something, he just does it. It's kinda nice to have someone around to remind me I can do the things I want, no matter what anyone else thinks.

Pride is a lot. I think that's self-evident. But I wouldn't have him any other way."

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

A lot of things, actually, because Pride would often rather die than say out loud what he feels. He will sit nearly or completely on top of his friends/Justice. He will snag things he doesn't even want while shoplifting if he knows someone else would like it (and then while he's giving it to them, pretend like it's not on purpose). Pride will quietly decide, in the middle of painting, if he wants to give the finished piece away as a gift, and also plays this off as if he simply had too many canvases lying around and had to get rid of something.

But the highest mark is this: if he trusts you enough to ask for feedback on his outfits, it's the real deal. You're basically soulmates now.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

I can't really imagine Pride using a journal unless someone (Justice) forced it on him in an attempt to help him organize his life. He would use it begrudgingly, only occasionally for actually organizing. Any notes he took would be densely packed, 60% scratched out because he couldn't find a pencil and pens don't erase. The rest of the pages would be an unofficial sketchbook, ideas for paintings or doodles his bored hand came up with, or even using a page or 12 for mixing paint and testing colors when he's too lazy to get a paper plate. It would be a hot mess, just like him <3

[send me a soft ask for one of my OCs]

#annika talks #answered #ask game #Pride

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4*TOWN as Your Seatmate in Class - Highschool AU

Gen. ;; Fluff + tiny amounts of angst - Headcanons/Scenarios

Warnings ;; Bullying + Stress (Robaire's section)

Proofread + Edited ;; No, sorry !!

Auth. Note ;; This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I'm an idiot and forgot to finish Tae Young's section and when I noticed I was too tired to write anything remotely good :'D !!

Also, quick disclaimer, I'm not American so I have no idea what type of school system they have over there, I'm basing this high school experience off of my own experience :)

I really struggled with writing Z's and Tae's and I think it's obvious in both the length and the quality so I hope you can forgive me (especially Tae's in comparison to the last one)

Enjoy !!

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Aaron T - The One Who Steals Your Shit

It's a hate-love relationship

You hate when he asks to borrow your stuff

You love when he leaves you alone

Not one single class goes by where T isn't asking you for something

A pencil, a pen, a ruler, a rubber (eraser), tape, colouring pencils, specifically a purple crayon, post-it notes, a compass and protractor, glue - things that you can find in most shops

Has this man never heard of the stationary section ??

You don't even know why T needs half the stuff he asks you for given it's an English class but there we go-

It's gotten to the point where you're just giving him your pencil case before he even opens his mouth

T gets this goofy grin whenever you give him what he needs (which is every time he asks)

And maybe you keep giving him your stuff just to see that grin

What of it ??

Look,, I'm not saying you're a simp

But I'm not not saying you're a simp either

It's okay, we all go through our phases

One day I'm sure you'll be able to look at a pretty boy and not throw your empty wallet at his feet

But until that day it looks like Mr. Aaron T has got you wrapped around his finger

It's not all one-sided though !!

Because T's got a secret (Another day, I'm back at school. I thin about him, he's so cool !!)

He absolutely has every single piece of stationary he's ever asked you for in his bag

I don't mean he's stolen your stuff

I mean T already has all the stationary he needs in his bag he just chooses not to get it out so that he has a reason to talk to you

Yeah this is that trope - buckle in

Mama T has made sure her baby has everything he ever will ever need and makes him pack his bag every night before school

So I bet you're wondering how you found out about this

If you weren't wondering before you better start now

Well, friend, it was the unzipped backpack trap

Y'know when you're walking and your bag is completely open

Oh yeah

You know exactly where I'm going with this

It was the end of class (and the day) and everyone was packing up or already gone - you got back the fineliner T had borrowed and you were ready to go home

And then the loudest unzipping sound came from your right

You turned just in time to see a waterfall of multi-coloured stationary fall out of an unzipped pencil case that was falling out of an unzipped bag

And a frozen T, watching as all his stuff went crashing into the floor, stood with his bag swung in front of him as he prepared to leave

Mans is giving all fish a run for their money with his impression rn

Poor boy is just opening and closing his mouth trying to think of something to say

And you have so many things to say you can't choose which one to say first !!

T glances at you...and then tries his best to avoid your attempts at eye contact

"Who put all of that in there...haha...wow..."

The loudest snort escapes you as you cover your mouth trying to muffle your laughter

T can't help but smile - at least you were laughing, despite his embarrassment at least you didn't hate him

Bit dramatic but then again this would be boring if it wasn't

"You're such an idiot, oh my god" in between wheezes, snorts and loud hyena laughter

As T joins you in laughter he finds himself glad that this happened, even if it is a blow to his ego, otherwise he would never know this side of you

From this day on, T pledges to be the reason you smile brighter and laugh louder every day

Jesse - The One Who's Never Paying Attention

Jesse's the kinda bitch who gets the highest grades every time - he's top of the class in most things - yet he never pays attention

And its beginning to get to you

Big time

And you're way too sleep deprived to be dealing with this mental stress rn

Sitting next to this boy is torture because as you put all of your effort into focusing and still struggle to keep up with the lesson while Jesse has no problems

So confident in his abilities that he doesn't even try

Which definitely isn't the case

I think Jesse is someone who cares deeply about doing well in school, though he'd never admit it (he definitely instilled this mindset into his kids too)

He studies every night at home and reads ahead on the material so he knows it in preparation for class

Because the teachers don't teach in a way he understands, it just doesn't click for him

So he takes his education into his own hands

King behaviour tbh

So during class time ?? He's completely up in the clouds

Jesse loves to sketch in class

He'd prefer pottery but y'know...not exactly possible to bring out his wheel in the middle of a maths lesson

Oh yeah, this is a maths class

So he sketches pottery designs and whatever catches his attention really

As Jesse sketches, you are contemplating putting yourself into a coma (death's straight up commitment dude and you're too indecisive for that-)

But for now slamming your head into your desk repeatedly will have to do :)

How the hell is any of what this teacher is babbling on about meant to make sense in any way, shape or form ??

Literally name a part of their "explanation" because you call bs !!

You keep quiet because imagine having the teacher call you out as you have a breakdown ?? literally bye

However, being your seatmate, Jesse has no choice but to pay attention

Literally, you're causing his lines to shake-

But also because you've caught Jesse's attention and your...movements are making you hard to draw

How can he draw that sparkle in your eyes if you're face down on your desk ??

A light tap on your shoulder brings you out of your wallowing

Fuck, the teacher's caught you now

They're gonna hate you for forever now and you're gonna fail because they'll make sure to never explain anything in a way you understand and fuck shit damn it you need to pass this class

You look up - ready to really put on a show of tears and pretend your friend's grandma's pet's uncle Gustopher died last night-

Oh...

...that's not a teacher

Arguably worse it's Mr. Know-It-All

And fuck if he doesn't look like god's gift to the world in this stupid lighting from this stupid angle which no one should look attractive from

It's official: you hate Jesse Whats-His-Last-Name

"You alright, love?"

(Because of course Jesse is just as free about pet names as he is when he's grown up - probably even more so)

GOD DAMMIT AISAKJBSLABDBC

How dare he use that on you ??

Especially looking like that

"...no."

WELL AREN'T YOU ARTICULATE ??

"Okay, how about you rest for a bit, I'll take some notes for you, alright?"

ADBSJJSKKAJCKDHGEJDNC

WHAT-

for you ?????

SKDFNKJHSDLVKNBJCB

You manage a nod and a watery smile

And somehow you manage to pass out for the rest of the lesson

...

You wake up to the sound of chairs scraping and loud talking

On the left side of your desk is a sheet of neatly written notes with diagrams (you could cry-)

As you pick it up to put away in a safe place you notice another piece of paper underneath it - folded.

Curiosity obviously wins out so you pick it up and are met with many sketches

Flowers, clouds, lots of pretty things

But the two noticeable drawings ??

They're of you

One of you staring forwards with your pen held against you bottom lip

And the other one of you sleeping at your desk

You couldn't lie they were beautiful

You were beautiful

Is this really how you look ??

Did Jesse see you this way ??

You hope he does

Speaking of- you look around for Jesse but he's long gone - along with everyone else

Better skedaddle before the teacher attempts conversation- oh wait they're gone too

Great ??

You let yourself smile as you slip both of the pieces of paper into your bag

Maybe he isn't so bad

Aaron Z - The One Who Comes to Class Injured

Oh man, you have major concerns about Z

Every other week he's sporting some new injury

A month or so ago he was on crutches with a sprained ankle

2 weeks ago he had a black eye

Last week he nearly ripped a tendon and wasn't allowed to come in

And now he's got himself a broken arm

Fucking how ??

What the hell is Z doing to get these injuries ??

Is someone hurting him ??

Is he getting into fights ??

Is the extracurricular sports he plays religiously ??

And why does he get extra desk space-

Just give him his own desk, dammit !!

And of course Z is so quiet that he barely has any friends in his classes and none of his actual friends seem to share any with him either

Which is so strange ??

Not one person really ??

So now you'd been lumped with the poor guy to help him out whenever he has an injury since you shared most (all ??) of his classes

Z just looks so uncomfortable whenever you're alone together

You'd be offended if you didn't know his personality

Unfortunately, his general discomfort makes you feel just as awkward as he does

And it's kind of a problem

Because your teachers keep looking at you like they're expecting something

Like you'll suddenly become besties

Which is...hopeful

And naive

Not that you wouldn't love to be friends with Z

The guy seems really cool

But...y'know

This bizarre buddy system had only recently taken place so you'd only been helping him since the start of the week

And it's already this bad

Not that Z's bad !!

He's fine

Great, even

Just...quiet ??

Again, not a bad thing !!

Just had to make a friend for life in these conditions, y'know ??

Doesn't help that your almost as awkward on a good day so...

You walk side by side, carrying both your and Z's bags to your next class which, surprise surprise, you share

Stuck in the monotony of school life your mind begins to wander

As you amble along Z begins sneaking glances at you

You sat next to him

You accepted to escorting him around school like a bodyguard

or worse...a babysitter

You offered him a smile every time he sat down next to you

You even offered to carry his bag when all you had to do was walk him to the next class

Why... ??

Why're you being so nice to a...not stranger...acquaintance ??

Sucked into his own thoughts Z didn't notice the small step in front of him

The sudden drop (though pretty small) was enough to send him flying into the wall shocking you both out of your stupors

You sprinted over, checking over him like a worried mother as Z stood there stewing in his embarrassment

"Oh my god! Please tell me you didn't break the other arm!"

"...it's fine..." he replies in the quietest voice ever

"Are you sure? Do you want to go to the nurse's office anyway, just to be safe? I have plasters but I'm not sure they'll help all that much"

You break into nervous laughter before it quickly turns into real giggles and snorts (yes you will snort every time you laugh, if I have to suffer this irl you can suffer through it in headcanons !!)

Though he doesn't laugh with you Z does crack a smile which is a win in your book

"I think I'll live"

"You sure? Because your track record suggests otherwise"

You receive a playful glare for that one

"Come on, clumsy. I'll make sure you make it the rest of the way to class in one piece."

Maybe the next time you had to help out with Z's injury the silence would be so awkward

or silent at all

Robaire - Your Academic Rival

Similar to Jesse's headcanons, Robaire is one smart cookie...it infuriates you

But in a fun way

Because you can fight back

The competitiveness on you two is scary ngl

Everyone else in your class has given up trying to beat either of you

They just silently hope that whoever is highest in the most recent test doesn't gloat about it

This time it's Robaire

And you're not...happy about it, shall we say

So of course Robaire has taken it upon himself to rub it in your face as much as he can

And though you hate losing you can't deny the anticipation and excitement you feel whenever test scores are released

Because win or lose it's a lot of fun competing with Robaire

And he has fun too, don't you worry

On occasion Robaire has been known to study for a few more hours than usual leading up to a test just so he can beat you

And his friends find it hilarious

Because on you could get under the cool, calm and collected Robaire's skin like this

So they simply watch in amusement as he turns to you, a victorious smirk on his face

"Look like your crown is slipping, your highness. And with that, I think your throne is mine."

"Just you wait, Robaire, I will crush you in the next test. Prepare to taste my dust."

You shared grins

"I don't think I will. If you can't even keep up a streak of more than one victory compared to my four in a row, how could you hope to seize the next one?"

"Pure determination, loser. Watch me."

You grab your bag and stand up

"Here, I'll even give you some dust-eating practice. See ya next class."

You wave and move on out of there

But not before you hear a hushed whisper from nearby

"They're such a try hard it's not even funny..."

"Pick-me behaviour-"

You're no stranger to mean comments and prefer to let them roll off of you like water off of a duck's back but these particular voices with comments like these had started to follow you everywhere

What really got to you, though, was the fact you never saw who was saying them

You could only hear them

There's no way to turn them off

And you hate that you're letting them start to affect you but you just can't help it.

They're everywhere

Your only haven is your home and even there the comments had started to pick up, your mind echoing them back to you whenever you had a single moment alone

It's starting to make studying even harder than it already is

Which is why you completely bombed the next test

You failed badly

You can only hope you don't start to cry as you flip through pages upon pages of red crosses next to your hastily scribbled answers

You hadn't gotten a bad score on a test in so long

You'd made sure of it

What would everyone think if they found out-

The pick-me doesn't even have a leg to stand on

Look who's all bark and no bite

This is Robaire's rival ?? yikes...

Fuck...what will Robaire say ??

And after you'd gone and blabbered your mouth at him too

God...

So when Robaire turns to you, holding his paper close to his chest and grinning as if he knew he'd won, you lost it

You sprinted out of the room and to the toilets as fast as you legs could carry you

A sight that left Robaire more than a little speechless

One of his friend laughed, "Is that their way of telling you that you've eaten their dust or?"

But Robaire had seen your face and it hadn't been mischievous or even slightly smiling

You looked distraught

Robaire walked up to your desk and flipped your paper over, eyes widening when he saw your score

Well, now he knows why you ran...

Dropping his paper on top of yours to hide the score, Robaire runs out of class too

Meanwhile you're staring at yourself in the mirror willing the redness in your eyes to disappear

Fuck it...whatever

You left your paper there anyway, there's no way that the whole class doesn't know about it by now

You give your swollen eyes one last look before leaving the toilets

And fucking great, Robaire himself is right there as you leave

"You okay?"

You stare at him for a second and then nod

You'll get over it

Eventually

Jury's out on everyone else though

"I'm gonna need you to convince me, chéri. Because seem as okay as you want me to believe."

"It's whatever, man, forget it."

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it right now. How about a hug? Feel free to say no." Robaire smiled gently at you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest

You hesitate before nodding and stepping forward into his waiting arms

You breathe in and smell what can only be described as Robaire

You have no idea what to place the scent as, it's just warm and it's him

Maybe you'll tell him in a minute, or an hour, or a day or maybe a week but here, in his arms, you feel safe and better already

Tae Young - The One That You Tutor

Given the fact the Tae Young's moved around a lot, he's also the new kid a lot

And that always affects his classwork

Different curriculums, different teaching styles, even different languages and he's expected to roll with it and keep up

Tae's expected to ride the wave of change but he keeps getting sucked under, flailing around as he tries desperately to stay afloat

Even his best classes are ones he's somehow behind in and it's pretty upsetting

Tae Young is smart but all of this confusion and catching up to topics he hasn't even heard of yet is lowering every semblance of his confidence and self-esteem

Which is where you come in

Being a part of the tutoring program it's literally your job to make sure the students under your care are getting the grades they deserve and are understanding the topics they're learning

You share their losses, their wins, everything - you watch the people you're assigned to grow and learn and nothing makes you happier

And you like to think they enjoy being tutored by you just as much

So when you're told you've been given a new tutee you're happy to help out

It's what you do after all

So you make your way to the library, note books in hand

You'd done enough tutoring by now that you had a set plan of how to go about things

In this first session not much tutoring would be done, honestly, but in order for your tutee's to learn anything you'd need to figure out how they learn, what they need to learn and what's causing them to struggle

When Tae Young was told he'd been given a tutor he felt ashamed

If he'd just been able to keep up with the work then he wouldn't be in this situation

Tae's barely been in this school a month and he's already enough of a failure that he needs another student to tutor him.

He felt like all eyes were on him as he shuffled to the library, nervously picking at the skin around his nails

Even the wall had eyes to judge Tae with

You made sure to get to the library before your new tutee (such a weird word lol-)

You set up at your normal table and waited, wondering who they might be

Tae Young stands outside of the library, fingers tapping out random pattern on his thigh as he hypes himself up

Now or never

He takes a shaky step inside and looks around, hoping to find his tutor

You watch Tae Young vibrate on the spot as he frantically looks in all directions

Well, your new tutee hadn't come yet so you could probably help him out

"Tae? You okay?"

Turning to the side, Tae Young catches your eye and almost deflates in relief

Someone he knows !!

"Mmm, yeah. Sorry!"

You give him what you hope is a reassuring smile

"Not to worry. But, uh, I don't normally see you in here, what's the occasion?"

Tae Young chews on his lip for a moment before looking up at your through his lashes

His voice drops down to a hushed whisper

"I'm supposed to be getting a tutor but I don't know where they are..."

Your smile widens into a grin

"Well, I think I've hit the jackpot then because I'm waiting for my new tutee. Bets on who that might be?"

Tae's eyes widen comically as he lets a smile take root on his face and you stifle an aw

"Really? Thank goodness, I was super worried that they'd be mean but I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore!"

You laugh and guide him to your table

"I'd hope not. Well, since I already know you we can skip introductions. I have a rough idea of what you might need help with but it's much easier for the both of us if we hash it out together; does that sound good?"

Tae Young nods and flops into a chair, his earlier nerves dissolving as he listens to you talk

With a tutor like you he won't have to worry so much anymore

And if he slips you a thank you note and a daisy the next time he sits next to you in class that'll be our little secret ;)

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I always end up writing too much for Jesse's sections T^T stupid character limit !!

I hope you enjoyed !! <3

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[sherifftillman]

"moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window" x steve harrington, if you can

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1004

A/N: Ahh, my first published Steve. Hope you liked it!!

The town of Hawkins is small enough that usually nothing ever happens, so the development of two opposing apartment buildings commissioned across the street from each other made news for months. You'd had your name on the waitlist for an apartment since it was first approved by the city planning committee - one good thing about having a family who would drag you to every civil meeting - and so when they finally gave you the keys you'd already had everything packed and ready to go. You only wish you'd have had more agency over which apartment you had. At least the building has an elevator, handy for living on the topmost floor. In somewhere with a view, it may seem ideal. Here, not so much. And the worst part? The window in your living room looks directly into the apartment building next to yours. So now you can feel like a creep in your own home.

You tell yourself, it won't be so bad. Maybe you can find a way to make a good first impression on your neighbour. Come up with some kind of system so that you can coexist without one or both of you having to live with closed curtains 24/7.

But your first impression ends up being of you, stood in a T-shirt celebrating your hometown's school basketball team paired with your old gym shorts, having just made yourself a hot drink for the night, catching your neighbour, dripping wet, with a towel wrapped around his hips and one wrapped on his head. The head one comes up especially high, something you'd never expect to see on a man before.

You instinctively let out a small laugh, though it happens at the same time as a sip of your drink. Bad match. You start coughing uncontrollably, waving your hand around as though it'll do anything. The man in the window looks concerned. You see him mouth, Should I call 9-1-1? while pointing at himself, then forming a phone with his fist, pinky and thumb, then putting up 9 fingers, then 1, then 1 again.

You shake your head, pointing at your drink, then your throat, then making a slitting gesture across your throat. Once you finally calm down, you smile and give him a thumbs up. He returns it, and waves goodbye as he goes into another room.

The next day, he catches you soon after you get in from work. You only look at him briefly, but it's enough for him to feel as though he can get your attention by waving wildly. You look over again and he waves with a big smile on his face. He holds a finger up and starts looking around his room frantically until he finds his target. For some reason, he wrestles a pizza box in half, grabs a ballpoint pen, clicks it multiple times above his head and draws something you can't see for... Many minutes.

He eventually holds it up for you to see that he has written the name "Steve" in block letters that he has coloured in with the pen, as well as an arrow that points upwards. You rush to get the whiteboard and pen you'd bought for your refrigerator, and bring it to the window to write your name on. He looks at the board in awe, and you see him mouth, I should get one! You nod, and erase your message to write "Nice to meet you!" You add a heart, for good measure. What the hell, he's a cutie. It's worth a shot.

With another big smile, he points at you, then holds two fingers up. You wave to him as you adjust your blinds closed, and he waggles his fingers back flirtatiously. You feel an extra pep in your step for the rest of the evening.

The next day, you know to wait at your window before you close your blinds for the evening, and you see him excitedly burrows through plastic bags until he holds up his own whiteboard. You pick yours up, having not even returned it to the refrigerator, and write "You got one!"

He unwraps it, then starts looking around, confused. He looks back to you, pointing at the whiteboard, then your pen, then back and forth between the two of them. You realise what he's done - he thought the board would come with a pen.

Shaking your head, you hold the two apart to show they're separate, and he drops the whiteboard to rub his face with both hands. When he looks up again, he reads your message of, "I'm sorry!" He smiles softly, then blows you a kiss. You angle one side of your face towards the window and point to your cheek, smiling as you return to your normal stance. He returns the expression with another flirty wave as you disappear from his sight behind your blinds once again.

You go straight to your window as soon as you're home from work, to see him sitting cross-legged on his floor, drawing something you can't see on the board. You wave in large swings to get his attention and he points excitedly at the board and then waves his pen high above his head. You hold two thumbs up at him. He pores over the board for a moment, then holds it up with one hand, signalling with the other by holding one finger up and then rotating his hand. You take that to mean that this is only part of what he wants to say, as the board is only so big. You read, "Now we've got this down pat..." then nod to show you've read it. He scribbles some more, then shows you the second part, "Wanna just talk over dinner?"

Laughing, you nod and hold a thumbs-up, which he looks delighted about. He writes, "Downstairs in 1 hour?"

You write, "See you soon," adding another heart, and slide your blinds closed as you plan your look for your first date with your new neighbour.

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