Shyest of them all.

Independent. Private. Selective. Self Insert Roleplay Blog. Loved by Megan. Please read the rules before any interactions! Est. Feb. 2021. Icon PSD Credit.

[bashfulhearted]

♡  | "I’m surprised that I’m not mentally braindead from all the info from classes these past weeks...but knowing myself? I might as well be at this rate.”

[bashfulhearted]

@tomeofwanderers​

"Hello Miss, welcome to Yllistol Books. Is there anyway I can be of help to you?" Yuki asks seeing someone step inside as he stands at the counter.

♡  | She hadn’t even known that this bookstore even existed here before, was it a new place? Although the noir was just simply taking a stroll and picked up a Grande Mocha Cookie Crumble for a drink too, said beverage being held in her left hand. Megan had a black hoodie and white running shoes, though she also wore grey shorts. She had a brown purse over her shoulder, with various pins that showed what games and anime she’s into. Upon being welcomed inside the bookstore, she adjusts her glasses a bit, entering inside, nodding at the man ny the counter. 

“H-Hello. I’m just...looking around. Yeah.” This girl was not a social butterfly, and conversation with strangers usually ends quickly if possible. “I’ll just...browse.” Right away she walks off to look at the books, hopefully to not look awkward standing stiff by the entrance. If there was a section with manga and comics, she’ll definitely look around there.

[bashfulhearted]

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[bashfulhearted]

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[wnq-writers]

Similar to the stars she was all over the place, but the things and people she loved connected her like constellations making her whole.

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[maestro-of-desires]

bashfulhearted​:

♡  | “GAH!” She almost dropped her phone upon hearing his voice break the silence and the contemplating mind of this girl. “Y-Yeah, good point.” 

Why bother coming over if you’re not going to visit in the first place? Megan was almost tempted to beat herself up mentally for just coming in and not pondering outside, but there’s no need for such bad thoughts! Not when she’s got a friend right there! Meekly, she nods and steps inside, closing the door behind her.

“It’s been a while, since I’ve come here.” Megan murmurs, removing her shoes after entering. “I brought snacks as well, you want some?” She asks, walking over to Ryan’s desk, pulling out two regular Pocky boxes from her bag.

“Sure, could help since I need a break from this anyway.” He gestures with his eyes to his computer as he leans back into his chair. Damn if he wasn’t glad to have power back on, even if his apartment wasn’t nearly as warm as the main house due to it’s lack of central heating. Though it beat being outside with the wind chill.

Ryan certainly wasn’t worried about the visit itself, even if it was rare to get guests. He’s just thankful he cleaned up this pigsty of a living space not too long ago. It’d have been far too embarrassing for any friend, let alone a girl to see his living space in such a trashy condition as it once had been.

“Have difficulty getting to the place alright?”

[bashfulhearted]

♡  | Handing him the second box with a smile, she nods. “I’m glad to see you still doing well.”

She takes a quick glance over where his computer screen was, before looking around to find a place to sit down. It wouldn’t be weird to just take a seat just about anywhere, no? Especially since how Megan’s visited him in the past. She places her bag down and sits on one end of the bed, crossing her legs.

“I was able to get here safely. You can thank Google Maps for leading me here as I drove.” She laughed a bit, holding up her phone again. While Megan didn’t really think much on how his living space was, it was clean when she arrived, which is also a good! “It’s chilly, yeah, but I can handle it.” Coming from someone who sleeps with the AC on at night, that’s for sure. 

“I know my Dad would probably be worried out of his mind knowing I’m going over to a guy’s place--but I trust you.~” The noir says, pushing a lock behind her pierced ear, showing the usual earrings she would wear.

[maestro-of-desires]

bashfulhearted​:

@maestro-of-desires

♡  | Slowly peeks in from the side. And then attempts to hide. There is no Megan here. There is no Megan here! But the notable black hair and brown purse she’s carrying with video game pins says otherwise. Why, oh why–must be hard to approach familiar faces when they’re alone? “Maybe I’ll come back later…” She muttered, peeking at him, and then back at her own phone.

“No point in coming over if you just plan to leave not a minute after showing up.”

A familiar voice called out as the man it belong to spun in his chair, attention focusing on the other as he came into frame. Considering his desk’s position relative to the door to his apartment, her presence was rather obvious to him. Would have taken something rather loud on his headset to have masked her presence otherwise.

“Hurry up, it’s cold outside.”

[bashfulhearted]

♡  | "GAH!” She almost dropped her phone upon hearing his voice break the silence and the contemplating mind of this girl. “Y-Yeah, good point.” 

Why bother coming over if you’re not going to visit in the first place? Megan was almost tempted to beat herself up mentally for just coming in and not pondering outside, but there’s no need for such bad thoughts! Not when she’s got a friend right there! Meekly, she nods and steps inside, closing the door behind her.

“It’s been a while, since I’ve come here.” Megan murmurs, removing her shoes after entering. “I brought snacks as well, you want some?” She asks, walking over to Ryan’s desk, pulling out two regular Pocky boxes from her bag.

[bashfulhearted]

@maestro-of-desires

♡  | Slowly peeks in from the side. And then attempts to hide. There is no Megan here. There is no Megan here! But the notable black hair and brown purse she’s carrying with video game pins says otherwise. Why, oh why--must be hard to approach familiar faces when they’re alone? “Maybe I’ll come back later...” She muttered, peeking at him, and then back at her own phone.

[frozenoverknight]