#I have so much homework to do over the next week 💀

[slythernnn]

Another lil photo dump

[mischieveousmayhem]

hiiii!!🩷 how are you?

I saw that you would like some requests in the #batmom so I have a fic idea

The idea is about each one of the batboys says to Batmom "your not my real mother" like angst/fluff and how would the bat mom react to it and handle it

Not my mother.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Batmom

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: None (?), idk english that well 💀

Synopsis: He loves you , or maybe not?

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"Jason, this is crazy. How do you have all F's 3 weeks into the semester?"

A disappointed Batmom stood in front of 13(?) year old Jason Todd. She had a frown drawn on her face. Jason looked down, sad that he is disappointing you and angry at himself.

"Do you not do your homework when I tell you to?" She asks a little more assertive while reading all the negative comments the teachers had left.

"I don't know." He responded quietly.

"How do you NOT know?" She was getting heated and it was clear in her tone. "All I want for you is to do your best and you don't even listen to me."

"I do listen to you." He speaks louder, aggressiveness in his tone.

"Jason Peter Todd, do not get an attitude with me because you have consequences to your actions. Now what is going on with you sleeping in class and not paying attention?" Your hands were now on your hips.

"Why do you even care?" You using his middle name made him mad.

"I am trying my best to make sure my son is set up to do good in life." Your hands now on your hips, "Until these grades are fixed, you are to not go on patrol because that is probably the root of these issues."

Jason was at this point angry. You were scolding him like a little kid, on top of that what's Batman without his Robin.

You we're about to walk away but then,

"YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOTHER, YOU PHONY, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT."

You stopped dead in your tracks. How do you respond to that? You just want what's best for your sweetest Jason.

You turned back to face him, his face was red probably from anger. You were pale, trying to process what your son had said.

"You know what..." You trailed off, "I'll just let your father handle this." You sat down the paper before walking off leaving Jason alone.

Which after he picks up the paper and looks at it.

Oh dear. What has he done?

It's obvious you were actually just caring for him. He was processing everything himself. He just got so angry, angry because he was sad that you were disappointed.

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In your bedroom shared with your loving husband, you cried endlessly.

Have you failed as a mother? You just want your son to do his best. You didn't understand why he would say that. Maybe you just came off in the wrong way and it triggered him to go off on you.

Just as you were lost in your thoughts Bruce walked in.

"I was looking—" He stopped when he saw you crying and rushed to your side.

Dearest Bruce Wayne only had a soft spot for his wife and kids.

His arm wrapped around you tightly as your cried into his shoulder.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Well Jason brought home bad g—" You stopped for a minute to gasp in between sobs, "Home bad grades and then I was scolding him but I didn't mean to come off wrong and I told him not patrol and then he said.."

"He said what?"

"He said I'm not his real mom!" You exclaimed then cried harder. "I know it's true but I love him so much and it still hurts."

"Y/N, darling." He grabs your chin with his fingers so you're looking his eyes. "You know he probably didn't mean it. He is probably still adjusting to us too. It still won't slide though, I'll talk to him, ok?"

You nod as he pecks your cheek.

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You were knocked out cold. You probably fell asleep while crying. But your awaken when you feel a smaller body climb in the bed next to you in the bed.

You wanted to smile but you were still half asleep and upset. You roll over to face the figure.

"Hey Y/N." The voice spoke.

"Hi Jay." You responded softly, the tone of sadness in your voice even though you tried to cover it up. However, Jason Todd knew that his mother was upset and he frowned.

You two faced each other while laying there in silence. This lasted for about two minutes before he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry I said what I did."

"I know. It's ok."

"Then why are you do sad?" He questioned.

"Words hurt sometimes Jay and I know you didn't mean it but it still felt like a dagger to my heart."

He frowned even more. He hurt you. The woman who is his mother figure and cares so much for him.

"But I will always forgive you my little one. I'm sorry for being a bad mother." You apologized.

"You're not a bad mother, you're a perfect mother. I'm just a kid who didn't understand you were doing your job until after." He said.

"Jay, I just want you to do good, and always follow your dreams."

"I will mom, I promise." When he said mom you smiled.

He scooted closer to you and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight.

This was a mothers love, that is what made you his mom.

"I love you mom."

"I love you most, Jason."

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Dial Tones - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This Contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You'd been waiting for sex in your relationship with Ethan, and after doing some other things with him before you left for college, you found yourself curious of what your boyfriend would do when he had the opportunity to have all of you.

Contains: m and f masturbation, phone sex.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing phone sex, and because I'm a sensitive baby, don't tell me if it sucks lmao. This was requested forever ago, and I'm thinking it could lead into the virgin!reader x virgin!Ethan fic I need to write👀 Let me know if y'all are cool with that haha.

P.S. - It's shorter than my normal stuff. I'm trying to figure out how to write phone sex💀

Before your left for college, your relationship with Ethan started to get a little…steamier. You weren’t fully ready for sex, and the furthest you’d ever gone was some oral stuff for him, and one night your shirt and bra came off while he rubbed you over your jeans, but Ethan was more than okay to wait for sex with you, because he loved you, and wanted you to be ready before you took things to the next level.

Once you were in different areas of the country, you were starting to regret not having sex with Ethan. You regularly found yourself thinking about his hands on you, and how loving he was, and how he never tried to push past the boundaries you’d set in place. He’d been so patient with you, even though he wanted it so badly.

You’d just got home from your last class of the day when you crawled onto your bed and pulled out your laptop to work on your assignments, when you heard your phone vibrating on the bed beside you. You quickly answered it once you saw Ethan’s name.

“Hey, babe,” you said, your sweet voice making him smile on the other end of the call. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” he sighed, “I’ve been missing you so much today.”

“Only two more weeks, and you’ll have me all to yourself,” you said, as he lightly chuckled.

“I can’t wait.” You could hear the happiness in his voice as he spoke. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Well, my roommate is already at some huge frat thing with the sorority she’s rushing. I was planning on doing homework until I eventually pass out,” you said, laughing a little at how uninteresting your Friday night plans sounded. “What are you doing tonight?”

“My roommate is out tonight, too. We’re both loners,” he joked, as you scoffed.

“Too bad I’m not there with you,” you said, your bottom lip going in between your teeth as you thought about it. “Just curious, what would you do if I was there with you?”

“I’d give you so many hugs and kisses,” he said, as you smiled at how sweet he was.

“Is that all you’d want to do?” you asked, the tone of your voice a little different than Ethan was used to.

“Oh, um, cuddling, of course,” he said, as you started to giggle.

“What else would you do, baby?” you purred, “Because I can think of so many things.”

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice a little heavier as he got more comfortable on his bed.

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me,” you said, as you closed your laptop and laid back. “And how good it feels when you kiss my neck.”

“I uh…,” he trailed off, unsure of what to say. You’d never tried to do something like this before, and he didn’t want to say anything to make you uncomfortable.

“Or how good it feels when you’re sucking on my nipples,” you said, as your hand started to teasingly run up your body.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighed, as he started to get hard in his jeans. “When you’re ready one day, I’d love to have my mouth all over your body.”

“Tell me about it. What would you do?” you questioned, as you sat up to pull your shirt over your head.

“I’d start with kissing your neck, because I know how much you like it. Then I’d kiss you down your chest, and I’d pay so much attention to your sensitive nipples,” he said, his voice a little raspy. “Then I’d kiss down your tummy, and fuck, I know you’d be breathing so heavy.”

“Keep going, baby,” you said, putting your phone on speaker as you sat it down beside you to unhook your bra.

“Then I’d get you out of your jeans, and after I had those off your legs, I’d start kissing you from your ankles to your thighs.”

You took your jeans off, too, getting wetter by the second at all the things Ethan was saying to you.

“Then I’d start rubbing you over your panties,” he said, as you started to run your fingertips over the soaked material in between your legs. A small gasp slipped past your lips at the feeling, as the realization hit Ethan that you were touching yourself. “I bet they’d be so wet.”

“They are,” you teasingly said, as Ethan groaned. “I think you should take your pants off.”

“Okay,” he said, and you soon heard the rustling of him quickly getting out of them.

“How hard are you right now?” you asked, as he let out a deep breath.

“So hard.”

“What else would you want to do?” you questioned, “Because I need to hear a little more.”

“I’d get you out of those panties,” he said, as you slid them down your legs. You heard rustling again on his end, you assumed he was taking off his boxers. “And then I’d explore your pussy with my tongue.”

“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped, as your fingers started to roll over your needy bundle of nerves.

“What are you doing, baby?” he asked, his breath a little heavy as he waited for your answer.

“Touching myself, wishing it was your fingers instead of mine,” you admitted, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you started to move your fingers faster.

“I was it was mine too, baby. I wish it was your hand on my cock right now,” he groaned, “How good does it feel?”

You didn’t answer him, the moaning that was getting a little louder letting him know what he needed to know. His hand sped up, a bead of precum dripping out of his tip as he listened to all the sounds you were making.

“Finger yourself, baby,” he groaned, as you stopped your hand movements and slid one finger into your tight, dripping pussy.

You pumped that single finger in and out before you tried to add another one. You were so wet, but it was still difficult for you to get it in.

“I don’t know how you’re going to fit inside of me,” you said, whimpering as you stretched yourself out. “I can barely take two fingers.”

“Oh fuck, you’re that tight, baby?” he asked, as he started to jerk his cock even faster. “I’d take such good care of you. I’d make you feel so good.”

Your mouth dropped open as you panted, your eyes closing as you tried to imagine Ethan doing all the things you were doing to yourself. You remembered how good his hands and mouth felt on other parts of your body, and when you thought about his mouth and fingers on your pussy, you felt your orgasm starting to build. You knew Ethan was getting close, the soft grunts slipping past his lips sounding the same as when you were on your knees for him before you left for college.

“I love the way you sound,” he grunted, “You’re doing such a good job at fingering that tight little pussy for me.”

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, “Keep talking to me like that, please baby.”

“Oh, you like dirty talk?” he chuckled through his panting, as you whined in response. “I bet your pussy tastes so good. I can’t wait to have my tongue inside of you. I can’t wait to be the one to have you making all those pretty little sounds.”

Ethan kept talking, as you placed your other hand on your clit, rubbing fast circles as you pumped your fingers in and out, angling them just right. Your hips started to arch off the bed, your entire body getting so hot as you whined out, your orgasm washing over you as your shaky hands tried to keep moving.

“Did you just cum all over your fingers, baby?” Ethan asked, a low groan slipping out as he waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you shakily whimpered, as you slowly slid your fingers out of your pussy. “Now I need you to cum for me.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, your name rolling off his tongue as he shot his cum all over his chest and abs.

As you lay on your bed, catching your breath, Ethan was laying on his, hours away from you, doing the same. You couldn’t stop smiling, your brain still hazy when Ethan spoke up.

“That was so hot…can we do that again sometime?”

“We could…or you could experience the real thing in two weeks…” you trailed off, Ethan’s eyes growing wide at your words.

“Are you sure, baby? I told you, I’ll wait as long as you want,” he said, as you sat up to put your clothes back on just in case your roommate came home earlier than expected.

“I know you would, but I love and trust you, and I know you’d take care of me. I want to have sex with you,” you said, smiling as you thought about it. “If you’re ready, that is.”

“Oh, I’m ready.”

[yuusishi]

Hiiii :D

Can I request Leona, Malleus, and either Lilia or Idia(I love them both and I cannot choose) with an s/o who frequently has nightmares and so they're constantly tired from the lack of proper sleep?

. . . NOT SO SWEET DREAMS

pairings : Leona Kingscholar , Malleus Draconia , Idia Shroud x gn!reader

genre : fluff , established relationships

cws/tws : none

a/n : I hope this got through well, I rarely have dreams but I have frequent sleep paralysis which feels nightmarish enough 💀 also new divider <3 this one is so cute

Leona Kingscholar !!

He didn't really care until both of you became close, he knew college students were tired all the time so he thought you were just one of them.

He always noticed how your eyes were always drooping in every class except PE, shoulders always relaxed and your head tilting and then snapping up.

But when you two became friends and eventually partners, that's when the concern and curiosity started.

He would be blunt, "Oi Herbivore, you're starting to look like a racoon with those bags under your eyes, anything going on?"

He's mean, but that's just how he shows he's worried for you.

You were nervous telling Leona, thinking that he might find your reason for lack of sleep childish.

He blinked a few times, then asked if you wanted to sleep in his room in hopes it can relax you.

If he feels the space next to him shift harshly he'd wake up in a heartbeat, he won't say anything, instead slowly dragging you back down to lay down next to him again, this time his arms protectively around you.

He'd try to attend your classes to keep an eye on you since half the time you're in class you look like you're on the verge of passing out.

The teachers are thanking the stars that Leona’s finally attending class, but they notice that if you’re not there then he isn’t either…

You sleep in his room 99% of the time now, even if your nightmares have lessened already.

Malleus Draconia !!

Before you explained to him your predicament he often thought you were deathly sick. He tried to get the specialist doctor for the royal family to go to NRC just to take care of you 💀

After you told him that nightmares are causing your lack of sleep, he put down his quill that was about to call the doctor over.

Now you have a new sleeping buddy!

Malleus decided that he will now be sleeping in your room until you both figure out how to solve your nightmare problem.

At first Malleus was confused how nightmares are able to affect a person this much, but chalked it up to the mentality of humans being weaker than faes.

While you sleep he secretly uses magic on you, nothing that can permanently change your state of mind but one that can hopefully give you a pleasant sleep.

He wants to use a spell on you to dispel all the thoughts that cause your nightmares, he really does, but the dangers of using a spell like that on a mere human scares him. He'd never be able to forgive himself if it harmed you instead.

He tries to get you to have small power naps between classes to give you more energy, the only exception is during lunch breaks since you need to use that for eating.

He's surprisingly strict with you getting sleep between classes, if you have to do homework he'll sit next to you to make sure you focus and finish it within the break.

Once you're done expect to be gently pulled down for your little morning/afternoon nap.

You remind him of Silver sometimes when he sees you've fallen asleep in the classroom or under a tree in the botanical garden.

Idia Shroud !!

"[NAME]-SHI, A-ARE YOU ALIVE?"

Thought you were kind of dead when you were having a particularly more sleep deprived day than usual.

After you told him of your current condition, he secretly went to work on a device.

A device that can release soothing soundwaves that you can't even hear from a naked ear! It's small too so you can carry it with you if you're going out of town.

Tries to say that it wasn't much trouble when you thank him, he definitely didn't spend the entire week trying to figure out how to make it quiet enough and how to make it tiny and lightweight.

Poor boy's hair is completely pink and flaming when you tell him you finally got a semi-good night's sleep thanks to his invention.

If you tell him that you want to sleep next to him to relax and be more comfortable, he actually died and ascended on the spot, that's why he's staring at you like he just saw a ghost.

"Idia...? Are you okay?" he realizes that he was staring and holding his breath "YES! I'm o-okay...and! You can sleep in my room..."

Usually people would sleep next to their partners at night, but Idia needed some more time to ready himself and that was time you were willing to give.

[dazedquilly]

I finally found time to finish it! Yay!!! 💀😭

Also please note that this is a high school au so characters would be aged up. No pedo behavior is welcomed! And forgive me if any mistakes were made, I tried to proofread as much as possible.

Anyways, hope you enjoy the second part!

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In the Rain, We Meet Again- Part 2

Two weeks later, the second term is finally here. Back to procrastination and late nights of doing homework, You were reluctant to go but your mom insisted that "it was for your future" as they all do, you were however, excited to see your friends. They made your school life a bit more easier with the chaos they brought, you still thought about the boy you met in the rain the other day. How crazy would it be if you met him again! But that would never happen... right? Anyways, time was ticking and much more thinking would make you late for school. You quickly finished your breakfast and dashed out the door, yelling "Bye!" on your way out.

As you skipped along the way you bumped into someone, your bestfriend, Aoi. You both talked on and on about the short vacation you were given. "Oh, by the way, something interesting happened two weeks ago," you started off.

"Really? Well don't be shy, go on!!" Aoi certainly seemed interested in the tea that was about to spill.

"Well... it may or may not have something to do with a boy-"

Your speech was interrupted by her exclamation, "WHAT?! YOU? Y/N? WITH A BOY? I refuse to believe it." She knew how you were, most of the time you didn't pay any mind to boys around you but now here you were, bringing up one in the conversation. She had every right to be shocked.

"Well, if you'd let me finish you'd understand!" And so as you two walked to school, you told her about the encounter and how you both chatted and walked in the rain. "My.. and you waited until now to tell me?? WE BOTH HAVE PHONES Y'KNOW? THIS IS DELAYED INFO." Aoi was only joking but her sudden yelling made you jump, "I apologize, my dear best friend, please do not kill me..!" You both laughed at your response and entered the school gate, making your way to your classroom, it seemed like Nezuko and Kanao had already arrived earlier as they waved you over. "Guess what?" Aoi started, she obviously was not gonna gatekeep the tea that was spilled, Nezuko spoke up, "What is it? You don't normally look this excited so my guess is that this is good news..?"

You spoke up, "I walked in the rain with a good-looking boy, no biggie." Nezuko gave you a deathstare, "No biggie? NO BIGGIE?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT YOU JUST SAID?!" You slowly nodded, "Y e s...?"

Just as the two were about to rant on, your teacher entered the classroom. You all scrambled to your seats, but as you sit down next to Aoi, you see a strange, familiar person enter after your teacher.

"I wonder who that is.." Aoi whispered to you. Just then another similar person entered, in fact the two looked like printed copies of each other, "I think I'm seeing doubles.." You whispered back. Aoi only nodded in silence as the four of you stare on. Even after they said their names, Muichiro and Yuichiro, you still couldn't tell the two apart, then it struck you, one out of two them was the boy who walked with you in the rain. "Aoi..." You started as she turned to you, "I think one of them walked in the rain with me.."  Her eyes widened, "WHA..?!" You had to cover her mouth so the entire class wouldn't be aware of your conversation.

"Yes, it was definitely one of them." You continued in a positive tone. "You lucky rat.." Aoi hissed, as you giggled at the comment, just as you were about to speak you saw the two print copies sit down behind you. It took every single muscle in you and Aoi's bodies to not turn around and stare at their beauty. Class soon finished and one of the two got up and left for break as the other sat there silently. You and Aoi got up to leave but he grabbed your hand, motioning he wanted to talk to you. Your friends watched on, giving you either teasing looks or a smirk but decided leave the two of you alone.

"You.." He started, "You look familiar.." You watched him and said with a laugh, "Don't you remember? We walked in the rain together!" He nodded, finally understanding. "I see..." You continued, "By the way, is that your twin brother? Also which one are you? Muichiro? Or Yuichiro?" He only shook his head and replied, "We're a twin if that wasn't obvious, and I'm Muichiro." You sighed, finally understanding now, "Ahh, okay! I'm Y/n!" You held your hand out to shake and he received it, "I didn't know you would move to this school! Is that why you were in town that week? Getting stuff?"

Muichiro only nodded. And for the rest of your questions, he either nodded or shook his head. Even though this was your first day back at school, you felt that this would be quite the interesting school term!

[movietimegirl]

✨🌌Ahsoka ep 6 thoughts🌌✨

This ep was directed by Jennifer Getzinger. She did an amazing job❤️

Super hyperspace is gorgeous 😍

So Ahsoka knows Sabine handed the map over to Baylan and she seems real frustrated I get it. But considering what Sabine has gone through, she shouldn't blame her for wanting to see Ezra again. 🥺

Huyang got stories from the past. He needs to tell me some.

"In a galaxy far far away" He said it!🤯

I can't believe really traveling to another galaxy right now. This is nuts!

Meanwhile, Poor Sabine.

It's a Purgill Graveyard! So this is where Purgill comes to die. You can see their bones just floating.💀

According Morgan, her ancestors rode Purgill 🌌

What an interesting planet and it already had temple.

Live action Nightsisters!? I was NOT expecting this! This show continues to surprise me! 🤯

Sabine reeks of Jedi? I'm curious what they mean by that. Like can they sense she has light-side force sensitivity? Or was it because she was around Ahsoka? Because they don't seem to have a problem with Shin and Baylan, since they use the dark side of the force.🤔

Sabine thrown into in a cell and tries to use the force again only for Starcruiser to arrive! It's THRAWN!

And look those Stormtroopers man. That design is ✨GOLDEN✨ Thats Thrawn for Ya.

Thrawn looks menacing and is softspoken as ever 💙❤️

Looks like Thrawn has been doing homework on Baylan. Read him like a book! 🤣

Sabine and Thrawn are face to face! It's heating up! Ezra is not dead, damn it!🔥

Ngl, I was scared Ezra may have been that stormtrooper with the cool mask.🤡 Forgot his name

Sabine is given a...bat horse thing. It's cute!❤️

"Die Well" Well Damn...

And she off! But of course, there's always a catch. 🤦🏾‍♀️

Sabine took care of those bandits with the Lightsaber 🔥

Sabine, don't be mean to your bat horse! He came back and that all it matters! Let him come with you! ❤️

Ngl, this bat horse reminds of Sven from Frozen🦌

That's no rock! That's a rock turtle guy in a suite! And he's cute!

He has a rebel symbol, Ezra must have gave it too him🔥

Meanwhile, Baylan and Shin gets sent out for Ezra and Sabine. No surprise there. But Morgan suggests to send out troopers with them but Thrawn shuts that crap down quick. Am I sensing a power struggle? 👀

And it look like Thawn doesn't care what happened to them. He just wants to get the hell out🥶

Ahsoka is on her way!

Baylan and Shin having a talk and man, I really love these two characters. 🤧

These turtle guys remind me of those rocks guys from Frozen as well.🤣 But they also remind me of Ewoks from the OG trillage

I wonder if Ezra taught them to build this stuff at their village

"I knew I can count on you." HOLY CRAP! That made my heart guys!

Ezra looks great! He's grown so much! 🤧

The resuion we all been waiting for! *hugs* ❤️

Sabine is just glad she's found while Ezra just has many questions!

Looks like Ezra has been living with these guys for bit.🥲

"I can't wait to go home." Yes Ezra, well be going home hopefully soon ❤️🤧

God, this ep was amazing! I love! I love it! I love it! ❤️ And I Reble fans had an amazing time with this ep. Can't believe we're already down to two ep already? Ah, time flies. Thanks for reading fokes, see y'all next week.

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Long post underneath the cut, I basically ramble about A Levels and some new study techniques I'm gonna be trying out over the next few months :)

I'm back from my trip to London with mum (my first time visiting, it was so much fun!!), so now it's time to make a plan of attack regarding my A Levels

My biggest focus will be French speaking - since I was absent from school for the last few days I delayed getting my mark for a little bit, but I know on Monday I'll have to face the music and own up to how badly I did, and then get to work on improving

But I also need to make a solid revision plan for business and maths, and make sure to start revising sooner than Easter. I want to spend my Easter holidays finishing up notes for Unit 2 in both subjects, and doing Unit 1 past papers. If I still have Unit 1 notes to make by Easter then I'll be in trouble. I don't want to overwhelm myself with work during the Easter holidays because I still need rest, I want to make plans with my friends, I'll be doing more hours at work etc

I'm still too shattered to make a solid plan, but basically I have 5 months until the date of my first exam (business unit 1), so every 4 weeks I want to have done at least 2 things to make progress towards the exam, whether it's updating my notes or doing past paper questions on a certain topic, and since I'll be making unit 2 revision notes as I go along (well, I sure hope I will) I shouldn't have too much to do over Easter??

I can use a similar technique for maths, but for French I'll have to do things a bit differently

The exam board is giving us hints for what's on our listening & reading and literature papers, so once I know what those are then I can properly get to work

Speaking. My French teacher is a bit of a wild card sometimes and you never know when he's going to start introducing extra speaking practice - he did that last year coming up to our real exams as well as holding an extra mock - and while in theory it was supposed to be helpful, his scathing criticism every week was not 💀 My biggest problem for this mock was memorisation, or lack thereof, so I'm gonna try a similar 'every 4 weeks' technique and have a couple of standard questions memorised during that period, and if the French assistant gives any advanced notice or gives me a choice of topics to discuss, I'm gonna try choose one I've 'memorised' to test myself.

A final strategy I might try is a variation on 'touch it once' that I saw on a study tips post. The idea in that particular post is that once you get an assignment/have something to do, you should try doing in one go to as much of an extent as possible - eg if you need to send an email, send it in one sitting, do a set of questions in one sitting, do a particular reading in one sitting etc etc and while I like the idea behind it, I know it's gonna be impossible for me without modifying it, so my version is 'touch it once every night until the due date'. Most of my business and maths homeworks are for the next day anyway, but even with test revision this could work. I'm mainly going to be using it for French - if I get a week to write out a set of oral questions, I'll spend the first night bullet pointing what I want to say, language I want to include, pages in the textbook I might want to reference etc, then use the second night to draft Q1, third night writing Q1 and drafting Q2 etc etc

I know this is basically "spread your work out over a period of time" but for me, if something has a Fun Name then I'm more likely to try it.

Here ends my Using Tumblr As A Diary session :)

[1d1195]

Hi bestie!! I fear I’ve made a decision that I’m going to regret. Decided to retake diff eq this term so my GPA will raise… IT’LL BE GOOD AND BAD AND I’M HOPING MORE GOOD

Last time I took it, I had never met the instructor (via class or work) so I didn’t feel the pressure to do the imposter syndrome thing. BUT the way they formatted the homework grading in Bb was VERY misleading and ended up fucking me. Actually really upset me bc it ultimately cost me like two letters😭and they didn’t even make notes on my third exam!!! just marked off points so I didn’t even know what to study from that unit for the final that was two days later😃

But, this term, the instructor is one that used to work in my department. They switched from science to math a few years ago, but I still worked with them for like a year and a half. So I’m afraid I’ll do that thing where I think “omg they’re gonna be so disappointed and think I’m incompetent and stupid and that I should be in a different field, so I must drive myself into the ground to succeed!” Bc I took a couple science classes for fun after I started working in my department, and that’s what I did🤣 like if they see me struggle, they aren’t going to trust me and they’ll hate me 😭

I know for a fact that the diff eq instructor this year would never think that (a literal angel, 10/10 the world does NOT deserve such a pure human), but the feeling is still there!!! Silver lining: We do quarters, and summer term is only eight weeks so the pain won’t last too long LMAO and I still have all my notes and hw so that’s nice

I was also a dumbass and bought the textbook, completely forgetting that I literally already had one💀

Sorry that was super long lol Anyways term starts Monday so I’ll find out 🙃 I hope you’re doing well!!!♥️

-👩🏻‍🔬

I think you're going to do tremendously. I really do. I don't fully understand the imposter syndrome part of things because I don't experience it, but I would imagine just recognizing the signs of it in yourself is huge. I know you've talked about it before and maybe I'm just reading into it, but I think just knowing the signs ahead of time will set you up for more success. From a teacher standpoint (and I know it's pretty different than a professor) but at the heart of it, I really believe your professor wants you to be successful as much as you do. I'm sure there will be days where you feel like you don't know what's going on and that's okay. No one expects you to know everything. While I don't know exactly what you're going through, I do know I don't give myself a lot of grace sometimes and get frustrated when I don't do everything perfectly or don't know everything on the first go of it. I think it's great you decided to retake the class (whether out of necessity or just because you wanted to improve) I wish I had done that with a couple of my undergrad classes. But regardless, I believe in you 💕 If you need a pep talk over the next 8 weeks, let me know. I'm you're girl.

Let me know how Monday goes! I believe in you 💕

xoxo

[what-about-yogurt-night]

Here's the most recent story I've written about a couple of my ocs, it's for a class so technically it's finished in terms of the assignment but the story isn't wrapped up cause it's supposed to be the first 10 pages of a novel so sorry in advance for the poorly written cliffhanger I ended it on💀😅😂

Divider cause it's a big chonk lol

D·I·S·C·O·V·E·R·Y

    “Man, it’s wild to think that we’ve only got a week or two left of school, right, Con?” 

    Conor looked up from the ant he had been watching crawl along the rock they were sitting on. “Only six days, yeah.” 

    Michael leaned back and looked up at the clouds gliding lazily at the summer sky. “Six days left of high school and Mrs. Henderson still hasn’t handed me back that one math homework.” 

    “You turned it in over a month late, remember?” Conor chuckled. “You got a zero on it, no question.” 

    “I did it though, shouldn’t that count for something at least?” 

    “Okay, maybe it’s worth a ten, but no more than that.” 

    Michael snorted. “Whatever, I hate math anyway.” 

    “I know you do,” Conor said as he rolled his eyes. “You still owe me five bucks for that assignment I did for you last quarter, by the way.” 

    Michael muttered something incomprehensible and pretended to look for his wallet, even though they both knew he barely ever brought it to school and half the time didn’t even know where it was at home. 

    Conor sighed after a moment. “I’ll remind you later.” Pushing himself off the rock and onto the hot sidewalk, he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “C’mon, our bus will be here any minute.” 

    As the two boys were trudging over to where the rest of the kids in their neighborhood were waiting, an odd rumbling resonated through the sky and, after a few seconds, sent vibrations strong enough for most of the students to look up in confusion. Both the vibrations and the noise stopped relatively quickly, but people were still squinting up at the clouds for several minutes afterwards. 

    “What was that?” Michael asked Conor, even though there was no way Conor could’ve known. 

    Conor searched the sky for any evidence of plane contrails or anything else that could give any sort of clue, but there was nothing. “I dunno, maybe a jet went by or something,” he suggested halfheartedly. 

    “It sounded like it was coming right for us, though,” Michael said, clearly much more shaken than Conor was. “What if we’re getting attacked? What if they’re gonna come back and, like, bomb us or something?!”

    Before Michael could start properly babbling about World War III, though, the school bus rolled into the lot and everyone started piling on. “Hey, it’s okay, it was probably nothing,” Conor assured his panicked friend. “Plus, if it really was an attack, we’d be hearing sirens all over the place, probably.” 

    This was enough for Michael to at least calm down a little, and by the time they were dropped off at their stop back home, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the whole thing. Conor had never fully been able to comprehend Michael’s short recovery time, and this instance was no exception. Despite not thinking much of the noise at first, Conor found himself wondering about what it could’ve been more and more, even though Michael had steered the conversation away from it a while back. As they split off from each other to head to their respective homes, Conor couldn’t help but wonder if whatever had made that noise was still in the area. 

⇀◃▻◊◅▹↼   

    The next day, the strange rumbling had been mostly forgotten, and the day played out normally as if nothing had happened. The lack of attention put on it nagged at the back of Conor’s head, but for the sake of keeping Michael calm, he decided that bringing it up again was probably not the best idea just yet. 

    “Y’know,” Michael grunted as he desperately tried to pull his gym bag out of his locker, “Since I’m gonna be in Spain for a good chunk of the summer, I think it would be cool if we check out a few spots in town we haven’t gone to yet before it’s too late. Any places you wanna go to?” 

    Conor snapped back to reality. “Uh, let me think…” 

    “I’ve always wanted to go to the Newbury Comics,” Michael babbled, “and that one place with the red sign on the corner of West Street always looked kinda cool.” 

    Conor couldn’t help but laugh. “You know that’s a sex shop, right?” 

    Michael’s face went red. “Okay, scratch that one, then. How about we just go to the comic book store and splurge on useless junk?”

    “That’s better,” Conor chuckled, watching as Michael finally dislodged his bag and stumbled backwards a few paces. “I guess I’ve always been kind of curious about that old golf course on the edge of town. I’m pretty sure they abandoned it after it flooded, right?” 

    “Don’t ask me, I don’t golf,” Michael told him, pulling a pair of dingy old sneakers out of his gym bag and changing into them. “But that could be cool, we could swing by there after and take a look around.” 

    Conor nodded, but then furrowed his brow after a moment. “Do you remember if there are any ‘no trespassing’ signs around it, though? I wouldn’t want us to get in trouble.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Michael told him. “If anything we might walk in on a drug deal or something but as long as we don’t talk to anyone it should be fine.”

Conor gave him a look. “You’re not helping, you know.” 

“Bro, this was your idea; if you don’t wanna go then why’d you suggest it in the first place?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s just that I don’t want to walk in blind,” Conor insisted. “All I’ve ever known about it was what I could see from the car whenever my folks and I would drive by, after all.” 

“Fair, fair,” Michael said, shoving the gym bag back into his locker and slamming the door shut. “How about this: we swing by, and if there’s anything telling us we’re not allowed in there we turn back. How does that sound?” 

Conor nodded slowly. “Sure, we can do that. I do want to bring my camera so if we’re allowed inside I can take some pictures, if that’s alright. I feel like the place must be super overgrown by now.” 

Michael scoffed. “I don’t know how you can stand taking so many pictures of boring ol’ plants and stuff. It’s all the same: leaf, leaf, leaf, branch, leaf, leaf, flower, leaf, grass, grass, branch, leaf—” 

“At least I don’t take photos of my biceps in the mirror,” Conor retaliated. “If you don’t do any arm workouts they’re not going to get any bigger, you know.” 

Conor successfully dodged the kick Michael had aimed at his shins and stuck his tongue out at him playfully as Michael struggled to think up a rebuttal. Just then, though, a teacher walked by, so they were forced to stop scuffling lest they get in trouble. 

“I do too work my arms out,” Michael hissed, as Conor stifled a laugh. 

⇀◃▻◊◅▹↼

    That weekend, Conor sat outside his front porch with his camera, a flip phone, his wallet, a notepad and pencil, and a flashlight—just in case—all stuffed into an old messenger bag he had found among his dad’s old stuff a couple years back. He knew that Michael would be at least a little bit late, but he still found himself worrying as he always did when things didn’t go exactly as planned. To make himself feel better, Conor rubbed the soft leather of the bag between his fingers and checked his phone to see if Michael had texted him anything. To his relief, there were several new messages: 

    car wont strt

    srry 4 w8

    luv u

    jk ur ugly

    ok headn ovr

Conor took a deep breath. At least that explained the wait. Clicking his phone closed, he found himself gazing up at the now cloudy sky, wondering if anything unusual would show itself. Whatever we had heard that day didn’t sound like it ever left, he realized after mulling over what the mysterious rumbling had sounded like. It’s almost as if whatever it was landed somewhere. Suddenly having a revelation, Conor whipped out his notepad and started sketching out a vague map of the town, with the high school at the center. He was almost certain that the sound had come from the right-front side of the school, so he marked out an area where the sound could’ve been coming from based on that. After ruling out most of the closer areas and anything far enough away that the vibrations wouldn’t have possibly been able to reach far enough, he was left with a place that gave him goosebumps: the old golf course, seemingly abandoned for years, now might not be as abandoned as they had thought. 

    Conor jumped as Michael’s car scraped into view, and began to gather up all his things so he’d be ready to go by the time Michael got to the driveway. Michael’s car was in even worse shape than when he had last seen it: the mismatched door on the front passenger’s side was starting to rust just as much as the rest of the car, and there was a new dent in the bumper that Conor didn’t remember being there for. As Michael pulled up on the side of the road, Conor thought he heard something dislodge from inside one of the wheels, and for the rest of the way the car had an unpleasant rattling noise accompanying the rest of its already pathetic noises. 

    “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” Michael called out in a mocking tone. “Or that’s what I would say if I was a basic bit—” 

    “Shut up, if my sister hears you, you're dead meat,” Conor cut him off, scrambling into the passenger’s seat and carefully putting on his seatbelt so he’d at least have some chance of survival in the not-so-unlikely chance they got into an accident. 

    “C’mon, there’s no way she can hear us out here,” Michael scoffed. “And even if she can, she needs to know the truth.” 

    “I saw Mean Girls in the theaters and I can tell you it isn’t nearly as bad as you’re always making it out to be; it’s ten times better than the stuff you watch, anyway.” Conor lurched forward involuntarily as Michael forced the car into drive and slammed on the gas. 

    “You‘re just saying that ‘cause you’re a sissy. Only real men can handle the masterpieces that I have in my library.” 

    “Your ‘masterpieces’ are just full of gore and rubber masks and don’t have any plot whatsoever. If I wanted to experience something like that I’d just go to a Spirit Halloween.” 

    Michael rolled his eyes and then slammed on the brakes as they approached a stop sign, a couple empty Monster Energy cans getting tossed around in the back seat in the process. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on, man,” he told Conor, who, after almost chipping a tooth on the dashboard, had decided to grab onto the handle above his door and grip it so hard his knuckles turned white. 

⇀◃▻◊◅▹↼

    As they wandered through the comic book store, Conor found himself unable to focus on anything other than the map he had drawn in his notepad. Should I tell him? He wondered. I don’t want to scare him, and I might be completely wrong about the whole thing anyway. On the other hand… Wandering away from where Michael was looking through posters—he insisted on finding a Metallica one to replace the one he had ripped last year—Conor floated towards a display sporting pins from various franchises and began to absentmindedly shift through them. Among the superheroes, band logos, movie quotes, and anime characters, he eventually came across one that caught his eye. It showed a classic flying saucer with a little green alien piloting it, and the words “FAR OUT!” were scrawled along the bottom in bubble letters reminiscent of the 70s. Something about the way the alien looked at him through the glass of its little spaceship made his stomach feel odd, but he couldn’t bring himself to put it back. 

    “Found anything cool?” Michael asked, suddenly appearing behind Conor and making him jump. “I couldn’t find the poster I wanted but I did pick up this cool Iron Maiden one,” he told Conor proudly, waving the tube in his face. “Ooh, you gonna get that pin?” he added, poking Conor’s hand with the poster. 

    “I was thinking about it,” Conor told him, instinctively closing his fist around the pin so Michael couldn’t see. The weird feeling in his stomach turned sour as he was reminded just how soon they were probably going to be heading to the golf course, but he knew that stalling wouldn’t accomplish anything. “You ready to go?” 

    “Yeah, I was thinking about picking up a t-shirt too but they didn’t have my size in the designs I liked. Downsides of being absolutely shredded.” Michael proceeded to mime lifting a barbell using the poster as a stand-in, attempting to show off his not-very-impressive muscles. Conor promptly took the poster away from him and brought it to the checkout, and offered to pay as Michael protested from behind him. 

    “Geez, what’s the big idea?” Michael whined. “You never have any respect for these guns—” 

    “Do you want to pay or what?” 

    “Ew, no, you do it.” 

    Conor sighed and gave the cashier his credit card. It wasn’t like Michael would’ve had his wallet with him, anyway. After grabbing the receipt and the now-bagged merchandise, Conor let Michael drag him back outside to the parking lot where the car was sitting solemnly in its own decay, and they both sat down in their respective seats. 

    “Hey, uh, before we head to the golf course, I think you should take a look at something,” Conor finally mustered up the courage to say. He couldn’t quite figure out why he felt so nervous. 

    Michael adjusted the mirror and glanced quickly at his friend. “What, did you find something saying it’s private property or something?” 

    “Not really.” Conor pulled his notepad out of his messenger bag and opened it to the map he had drawn. “I was just… thinking about the noise we heard, and I think that whatever was making that noise might have landed somewhere in the golf course.” He quickly explained what each thing in his drawing represented, and watched as Michael’s eyes widened. 

    “Yo, you think it’s even safe to go in there?” Michael whispered once Conor had finished. “Who knows what could’ve landed there? A bomb? An enemy plane??” 

    “I don’t know,” Conor told him, “but whatever we do, I at least think I should go in and take a look. I could even get some photos if I find anything.” 

    Michael sat in thought for a few moments, and then sat up a bit straighter so he could look Conor in the eyes. “I don’t want you going in alone, Con, you should have someone watching your back. And when I say ‘someone’ I mean me.” 

    Conor let himself deflate a bit. “Okay, as long as you don’t do anything stupid.” 

    “Me, stupid?! Bro, ‘stupid’ isn’t even in my vocabulary.” Michael crossed his arms defiantly, accidentally honking the horn in the process and sending a flock of birds into a frenzy outside. 

⇀◃▻◊◅▹↼

    “Don’t see any ‘no trespassing signs’ yet, I think we should be good,” Michael commented as the two boys rattled up to the golf course’s parking lot. Lurching to a stop, they scrambled out of the car and went over the plan. 

    “Okay, remember, you take the flashlight, and I’ll hold the camera. If anyone jumps out at us, use the light to slug them in the face, got that?” Conor told Michael, rummaging through his bag and taking out the items mentioned. 

Michael took the flashlight from him, tossing it lightly to himself to get used to the weight. “Tell me again why your on-the-go flashlight is big enough to have its own postal code?” 

“It’s the only one I have,” Conor insisted, hanging his camera on his wrist by the wrist strap so he could put his bag back on. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather have that than a dinky old thing that dies after ten minutes?” 

“I guess so,” Michael muttered. “It’s not even dark out yet, though, so the battery life wouldn’t really matter, right?” 

“I don’t know how big the course is, for all I know we could be out here all night.” 

Michael looked down at the flashlight and made a noise. “We better not get jumped by some wacko after dark, I can barely tell if someone’s coming after me even in broad daylight.” 

“Well then, let’s just hope that we don’t bump into anyone who wants to hurt us,” Conor said. 

At that, they began their trek out into the unknown. 

⇀◃▻◊◅▹↼

END

Spoiler alert cause I'll prolly never finish the story lol: they find an alien spaceship in the golf course😳 then they help save the alien from getting probed by humans or something idk (the alien's supposed to be Silvin who's one of my other main ocs)

[jean-kayak]

You’re Still Here?

Summary: There's no way this insanely attractive baseball player likes you. Right?

Pairing: Sero Hanta x black!fem!reader

Warnings: college!au, quirkless!au, virgin!reader, baseball player!Sero, reader is a little insecure and doubtful, suggestiveness, Denki annoying Sero, PDA, Sero is really touchy, he also has a tongue piercing and an ear piercing, mentions of virginity, smut (18+!!), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.+m.receiving), some angst through in there, fluff at the end

Word Count: 11,669 (HELP, why???)

A/N: NOW, does someone wanna tell me WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I've been having really bad Sero brainrot, so I wrote this. It was not supposed to be this long. This is also my first time writing for Sero. I am currently going through it right now. But if you do read, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! (And I am so sorry) P.S. this is lowkey self-indulgent 💀

Your first encounter with Sero Hanta was what you would probably consider normal. Accidentally running into him at the student union while you were heading to class. Pretty normal, happens often, right?

What you found not so normal was that you kept running into him.

The campus was pretty huge, and you didn't really think that your chances of running into him were that high. And you're pretty sure you saw him wearing a baseball shirt, making you assume he was on the team for your school (which was correct), so it's not like he had a ton of free time.

But despite all of that, he always somehow found you. But by the third encounter, you couldn't really find it in yourself to particularly care. For one, he was really cute. Scratch that, really hot. You're pretty sure when you first ran into him, you stopped breathing.

The piercings adorning his tongue and his ear only add fuel to the fire, along with the fact that he fits out his clothes like nobody's business. (You've definitely fantasized about his thighs more times than you will admit). But besides that very eye-appreciating fact, he's really nice.

He's made you laugh so hard that you're stomach's hurt, you've both have had very good conversations on just about every last one of your interests, and he's pretty smart, so he's helped you out with homework in some of your classes.

You want to call him a friend, but you know that you don't want that, and every time you think about it, you shake the thoughts out of your head. He's way out of your league, and there's no way he'd be into you. That's what you keep telling yourself, but Sero doesn't make it any easier for you. He's a very touchy person, and it wouldn't bother you so much if it didn't fuel your feelings for him even more.

You've known each other for about a couple of weeks, but you've come to the conclusion that somebody must think you're dating because of his actions.

There's a spot that you found on campus, a pretty secluded courtyard that only gets a few people every now and then. You've spread out your blanket on the grass, and you were working on your notes, but now you're reading a book that you've meaning to start.

You bop to the music filling your ears through your headphones, your head resting on your backpack, and you frown when suddenly the sunlight is being blocked. You look up, scoffing softly when you see Sero standing over you, and you take an earbud out. "You're blocking my light," you chide.

"Sorry," he responds, a small smirk on his face, but he's making no move to get out of your way. "What're doing?"

"Reading. I'm giving my hand a break," you explain, nodding towards the notebooks next to you.

"Mind if I join?" he asks, and you shake your head as you start to move the stuff next to you, but you pause momentarily when you hear his backpack hit the ground next to you, and the next thing you know he's on his knees by your legs.

"What are you doing?" you ask suddenly in surprise, and he starts to spread your legs apart, and he lays down, his upper half almost equal with yours as his arms wrap around your thighs.

"Using you as a pillow," he responds like it's nothing. "Is that okay?" He lifts his head up to look at you when he asks, and even though your heart is now racing, you nod your head. He gives you that smile that literally makes you melt before he lays his head back down, sighing heavily as he closes his eyes.

"You couldn't just lay next to me?" you question with a laugh, and he doesn't look at you as he shakes his head.

"Nope. Practice kicked my ass this morning, and you're really comfortable."

"Thank you?" you quip, and he smiles, his eyes still closed.

"You're welcome. And now if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a nap," he concludes, his breathing starting to even out, and you chuckle softly as you go back to reading, your hand eventually finding its way into his hair, your fingers lightly carding through it.

When your nails graze over the back of his neck, you feel him shudder before he groans softly, and you raise your eyebrows as you lower your book. "Don't do that," he mumbles, but his voice is firm, feeling it vibrate against you.

"Do what?" You're confused, and you do it again, which causes him to react the same way.

"That," he groans, and you bite your lip as you do it again with more force this time. "Keep it up and I'll take you right here." Your eyes widen slightly as your legs subconsciously tighten around him, and he hums lowly at your reaction as he smirks.

"So, this is who you've been ditching us for." Your head snaps towards the voice, and you hear Sero sigh, but he doesn't open his eyes. Your eyes land on a redhead and a yellow-haired guy, but neither of them looks familiar.

"What do you guys want?" Sero sighs, annoyance in his voice, and you find yourself looking between Sero and the guys standing above you.

"We wanted to know where you've been. And now that I know..." It's the yellow-haired guy that's speaking, and you notice that his lip starts to quiver as he holds his hand over his heart. "I thought I was the one you loved, Sero."

Hanta rolls his eyes as you laugh beside yourself, having a hard time stifling it. "Cut him some slack, Denki. At least he had the courage to finally--"

"Don't finish that, Kirishima." He cuts him off quickly, making you wonder what he was going to say.

"Mind if we sit?" Kirishima asks.

"Absolutely not. Go away," Sero counters just as you were about to move your stuff, and you scoff, moving it anyway. "But, baby," he starts, lifting his head up to look at you, and you tilt your head slightly, your eyebrows raised.

"They're your friends, Hanta. It's fine." Your voice sounds like you're scolding a little kid, and you can hear Denki and Kirishima laughing as they sit down. "Do you guys play, too?" you ask, turning to them.

"Yeah, we do," Denki answers with a nod, but then he's quickly speaking again. "But I do have a question for Sero." You see Sero frown, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wait for what he's going to say. "What'd you do, man?" Both of you have a lost look on your faces at the question, but he keeps going. "You pay her? Offered to do her homework? Cause there's no way you managed to get someone this pretty."

"Fuck off, Kaminari." You find yourself snorting in surprise at his words, feeling your face grow warm as Sero tries to hit his teammate.

The whole time they're sitting with you and Sero, you find yourself talking more to them than they are to Sero. You expected him to maybe move away from you or sit up, but he stays on you, keeping his arms wrapped around your legs. He even turns his head away from them and actually falls asleep, but none of you pay attention to him as your hand finds its way back into his hair.

"Is he giving you drugs?" Denki tries.

"No, he's not," you answer with a laugh, and Denki scoffs as he shakes his head.

"I'm gonna figure it out," he mumbles, making you huff quietly as Kirishima rolls his eyes. You watch him check his phone, and he lightly taps Sero on the back.

"Wake up, man, we gotta go," he says, standing up, but if he hears him, he doesn't move, and Denki whines.

"I don't wanna watch film," he complains but gets up anyway.

"Says the person who needs to watch it the most," Kirishima counters, and Denki releases a dramatic gasp. You turn back to Sero, who's still laying on you, and you shake him gently. "Sero, you gotta go."

"Don't wanna." You barely catch it, but you let your head fall momentarily when you hear it, and he whines when you start to move, grabbing onto whatever part of you he can.

"I've got a lecture in fifteen," you tell him, and he basically weighs you down as you stand up, almost falling down in the process as he hangs onto you.

"Sero, let the poor girl go. You can see her later," Kirishima reasons, and Sero yawns as he stretches while he waves his friends off.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." He slips his backpack on, and Denki's about to say something when Kirishima wraps his arm around him, forcibly turning him around as they start to walk away.

"It was nice meeting you," Kirishima tells you over a grumbling Denki, and you smile widely as you give him a small wave.

"Yeah, you too."

Sero helps you put your stuff back in your bag and helps you fold the blanket before handing it to you. "When does your lecture end?"

"Three. It's in the only brick building on this side of campus." He steps closer to you as you raise an eyebrow. "Why? Picking me up after?" you joke, both of you chuckling softly.

"If that's okay, yeah," he responds with a small nod, and then there's yelling coming from his friends, and he rolls his eyes as he sighs. "I'll see you at three."

And then he's planting a kiss on your forehead before jogging towards them.

"It's nice."

"Thanks." You close the door behind you as Sero looks around your apartment, and you wish you would stop being so fucking nervous, but when he asked if you could go back to your place, you didn't know what to expect.

You guide him to your room, setting your bag against the wall as you take your shoes off, trying to find ways to get your heart rate down. You flop down face first on your bed before turning your head to the side, watching Sero do the same thing you did.

"I'm so tired," you groan, which is partially true, the yawn that follows your words helping the credibility of your statement. You flip over on your side when you feel the bed dip next to you, and you scoot back to give him room. He lays down next to you, holding his arm out, and you easily move into him, trying your best to conceal the deep inhale you do when his cologne hits your nostrils.

His arm wraps loosely around you, and you look at him to see him looking right at you, and it makes you jump back slightly. The look in his eyes is something you can't decipher, and he starts to run his hand over your back. "How tired are you?"

You hum for a second as you pretend to think. "Depends. Why?"

"Because I really want to kiss you right now."

Your mouth drops open in surprise for a split second, feeling your face heating up. "Is that okay?"

You nod as you swallow heavily. "Yeah, it is," you respond, your voice quiet.

His lips meet yours softly, almost like he's giving you a chance to pull away if you want to, but you don't, pushing your lips closer to his as your hand moves into his hair. You feel him smirk against your lips, the action immediately followed by his tongue swiping against your lower lip.

You easily let him in, his hand coming up to rub over the soft skin under your shirt, the motion making your skin go warm. He starts to move his hand down towards your jeans, and that's when your legs tense around him, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist, and he pulls away with a frown.

"Is this not okay?" he asks, and you hesitate before shaking your head.

"No, it's--" You cut yourself off, looking anywhere but at him, and fucking hell, your face is on fire. "It's just...I've done stuff before, but I've never done it," you admit pitifully, waiting for him to scoff at you, belittling you before he gets up and leaves, and you put your hands over your face.

"So?" he responds, and you move your fingers, looking at him between them. "Is that what you wanna do right now?"

You pull your hands away as you shyly shake your head, curling into yourself to the best of your ability. "Okay. We don't have to go all the way," he says, and you raise your eyebrows. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he states, and you feel yourself relax, not even realizing you had terribly tensed up.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I'm okay as long as you are," he answers, the smile on his face making you feel so much better. "Do you wanna keep going?" You nod quickly, your smile matching his with a reserved look. "Can I touch you?" he asks, chuckling when you huff as you roll your eyes.

"You're already doing that, Sero." He leans down closer, his nose brushing against yours, that smirk back on his face.

"I gotta hear you say it," he whispers, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, Sero, you can touch me," you consent, and he's looking between your eyes for any sign of uncertainty before meeting your lips as his hand continues its course, your hand slipping from his wrist as he travels past the waistband.

He runs his fingers over your jean-covered crotch, the tense he feels from your thighs are different than the previous one, and even as he unbuttons and pulls the zipper down, he's still waiting for any sign that you don't want to keep going, but then you're lifting your hips to help him push your pants down, and his focus is on your bare legs as he drops the clothing to the floor.

You push on his head lightly, your face slightly covered by your arm. "Stop staring at me," you mutter, your face once again flaming at the attention.

"How could I? You're so pretty," he counters like you said something ridiculous, and he huffs internally when he can see the growing wet patch on your underwear. He pulls them to the side, biting his lip to stifle a groan at the sight of your glistening folds. "Shit, you gotta pretty pussy, too," he breathes, and you move your arm over your eyes as you whine at the lewd words.

You tense for a second when he runs his fingers through them, coating the digits in your slick, and he can't help but stick them in his mouth, not even bothering to hide his groan. "And you taste so fucking good. You're just the perfect package, aren't you?"

No one's ever talked to you this way, and now that you're exposed, he can definitely see that it's greatly affecting you. But he doesn't waste any more time teasing you, grabbing your leg when you try to close it as he rubs over your clit.

He slowly slides a finger in, gaging your reaction to make sure you're not uncomfortable, and he can hear you holding back, so he keeps going, pushing his whole finger in before sliding it back out. He moves it quicker, satisfied that you're getting louder, and he rubs over your hip as he adds another, that uncertain tense back in your thighs.

He hovers over you, slotting his lips with yours before he pulls away. "Relax, baby. Get out of your head," he tells you. "Let me make you feel good, okay?" You nod, your eyes having a hard time staying open, and he keeps rubbing at your hip, using his leg to hold yours back, spreading you open.

He curls his fingers, finding what he was looking for, and your back arches off the bed for a second as you let out a loud moan, the image making his dick throb in his jeans. The more he curls and speeds up his fingers, the more you start to relax. He has to press his palm into the erection straining in his jeans, wanting to focus all of his attention on you.

He uses his thumb to rub at your clit, pressing a little harder every now and then as he speeds up his fingers, your wetness starting to drip down his wrist. He leans back down over your face, his forearm braced next to your head as his nose brushes over your ear. "They ever make you feel this good? Hm?" he whispers in your ear, making you clench around his fingers, and he slides in a third, your legs starting to twitch as he continues to reach that spongy spot inside you.

Hell to the no, no one's ever made you feel this good. The best you could get was a few rubs at your clit, and they'd call it a day. You whine in frustration when you feel him slow down. "I need an answer, baby."

"No, no," you stutter as you shake your head, your hand grabbing his wrist when he picks up speed. "God, Hanta, don't stop."

If he's being honest, he could probably cum from this alone. You feel so tight, warm around his fingers, your walls clenching around them, and the only thing he can imagine is how you would feel around him. Wondering if he could make your sounds louder, make your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he releases a soft groan as his imagination runs wild.

You're moaning his name, your grip on his wrist borderline bruising, and you cum without warning, your back arching off the bed, your mouth open in a silent moan, your legs shaking as you release more slick onto the sheets under you.

When you wince at the oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out, your chest heaving as he pushes them in his mouth, the taste of you not doing anything to help the throbbing between his legs. His nose brushes yours as he smirks, your eyes opening when he speaks.

"You okay?" he asks, and you scoff in exertion as you nod, and when he shifts, you can feel his hard-on digging into your leg.

"Yeah," you breathe, placing a hand over your chest as you catch your breath. "Do you want some help?" you question, your hand moving down to palm him, and he digs his fingers into his palm at the stimulation.

"Only if you want to," he offers, not wanting you to feel like you owe him something, but he doesn't stop you when you push him onto his back, situating yourself between his legs.

"I want to," you say, your gaze focused on the bulge in his jeans, and he rests a hand behind his head as you lightly trail your hands down his shirt, chewing your lip softly as you feel the rippling muscles through the material.

Goosebumps breaking out over his skin, his breathing starting to pick up slightly in anticipation, and his hips jolt slightly when you run your hand over his crotch before you unbutton and unzip his pants agonizingly slow. He takes a deep breath after you finally get his clothes off, his dick almost painfully hard.

You run your nails over his thighs, his stomach, everywhere but where he wants to touch him, and he groans when he feels your lips on his thighs, your teeth pulling at the skin before you suck it softly. "Damn it, baby, stop teasing me," he groans, multiple marks appearing over his skin, and the smile you respond with has him twitching.

The persona you had earlier was completely gone, making him wonder where in the hell it went. He moans in surprise when he feels your tongue lick over his balls before sliding one in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, making him drop his head against the pillows as his eyes close.

When you lick up the precum drooling from the tip, his moan gets louder, his hands gripping the sheets beside his hips. Sweat starts to break out over his forehead as your tongue swirls around it before taking all of him in your mouth. He bucks his hips up into your mouth by accident, and he tries to apologize, but your head starts moving up and down, and he's at a loss for words.

He sits himself up on his elbow, groaning again when he meets your eyes, his lip slipping between his teeth as his eyes start to have trouble staying open. He bucks his hips again, having a hard time fighting against the heat of your mouth, his head falling back on his shoulders.

"God damn it, shit, you are so good at this," he moans, and you guide his hand to your head, which makes him lift his up. You push his further onto your head, and he gets the message instantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair, your throat relaxing, cheeks hollowing, as you place your hands on his thighs.

He moves your head up and down as his hips buck up every now and then, fucking your throat, the vibrations of your garbled moans only sending him higher. His moans are uncontrollable at this point, and he can't help it when he can see the tears running down your face, short gagging noises starting to fill the room.

He's not going to last long, the knot in his spine moments from snapping, and when he tries to pull you off, you push down on his hand, making his eyes go wide. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna--"

You bop your head faster, and he grits his teeth as he cums, his load shooting down your throat as you take him all into your mouth. His legs twitch as you keep your mouth on him until he's pushing lightly at your forehead, finally making you relent. His limbs fall flat against the bed as he throws his arm over his forehead, and you chuckle softly as you cough lightly. "Fuck," he breathes before looking at you, watching you wipe your face before he grabs your arm. "C'mere."

He pulls you up to him, bringing you closer when he cups the back of your neck. "Good?" you prompt, your voice hoarse, and a smirk on your face before he pulls you in for a deep kiss, tasting yourselves on each other's tongue.

"Amazing," he stresses meeting your lips again, this time a little more lazily, sighing contently as you smile, making both of you laugh softly.

You're thinking way too much. Right? You groan softly as you rub a hand over your face, leaning back in the seat. What you and Sero did the other day doesn't mean anything, does it? He hasn't really mentioned it, but you haven't talked to him because he's had practice and...

You slap a hand to your forehead, making the person sitting at the end of the table glance at you in confusion.

You sucked a guy's dick, and you don't even have his number???

You groan again as you let your head fall forward, the person eventually getting up and leaving, and you would apologize, but you're too busy dealing with your inner turmoil. How in the hell did you even let that happen? Maybe it was the horniness and your post-orgasm haze that clouded your judgment. Or maybe it was clouded because of Sero. Who's really fucking hot. With amazing thighs and--

This time you drop your head to the table, flinching at the pain and the loud echo that can probably be heard by everyone in the vicinity. "What'd I tell you about studying so hard?"

You snap your head up, looking to your right to see Sero sitting next to you, dropping his backpack on the table. "You'll fry your brain," he adds as he holds out a cup in front of you.

You frown as you look at it. "What's this?" you ask, taking it.

"Smoothie. You're favorite, right?" You blink in surprise, recognizing your order, and you nod distractedly.

"Uh, yeah, it is. Thanks," you say, and he gives you a quick 'you're welcome' before scooting closer to you, looking at what's in front of you.

"You're studying so hard for economics? That class is light work," he responds, and you roll your eyes fondly.

"That's because you slack off," you chide, making him scoff playfully as he holds a hand to his chest. You laugh softly as you drink the smoothie, and you think to yourself, how did he know this was your favorite?

You jump out of your thoughts when you feel his head fall into your lap, laying in the chair next to you as his feet stay on the floor. "What're you doing?" you ask.

"Laying down," he responds plainly, not even taking his attention off of his phone.

To be completely honest, you thought he wouldn't speak to you anymore after that you both did. There's no way he's actually interested in you, right? Both of you are mostly opposites, you don't even know how he managed to notice you. You don't seem like the type of person he'd 'go' for.

Granted, you don't really know who that would be.

Maybe he's just staying around until you sleep together, and then he'll just disappear. You shake your head internally, feeling stupid. You shouldn't have told him you were a virgin. That's probably what his intention was all along, and you can't help but feel a pathetic feeling sinking in you.

It's probably all a part of his plan to lure you in, and you're falling for it. Like an idiot. You felt safe with him, making you feel comfortable and not pushing you to do anything you didn't want to do. But maybe that's how he does it; he's probably used those lines before with other girls, and you're definitely no different.

You feel something warm on your face, and you look down, realizing it's his hand. "What's wrong?" he asks, his phone resting on the table, and you shake your head, using your smoothie to help you stall for an answer.

"Nothing. I'm just really worried about this test coming," you lie, hoping it's enough to deter him, but to your dismay, it doesn't, his thumb over your cheek softly.

"That's not it," he says, and you scoff as you put on a fake smile.

"It's nothing, seriously, I'm fine," you repeat, and he sits up like he's about to press you further when a voice cuts him off.

"Really, Sero? The captain's gonna flip if you're late." It's Kirishima, and he waves at you before looking back at Sero, an annoyed look on his face. "You had all this time."

"But I have something to do," he tries, glancing at you, and Kirishima raises his eyebrows.

"And what're you gonna say to him?"

Sero groans softly as he rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry, I gotta go," he says, and you don't know if you're grateful or disheartened, but before he stands, and he holds his hand out. "Give me your phone."

You raise an eyebrow but unlock it anyway, handing it to him. He types something in, and he's handing the phone back to you and standing before Kirishima can say something else. You're looking at your phone, and he tilts your chin up, planting his lips on yours softly.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He gives you a wink before turning around, waving off whatever comment Kirishima said, but you don't even hear it, too focused on what just happened.

He's out of sight by the time you come to, and then your face is heating up as you put your face in your hands.

If it's one thing you hate, it's being confused about your feelings. Along with being played with. You decided to eat lunch outside today, hoping the good weather would help you clear your head, but so far, it's proving to be futile.

You hadn't even bothered to check your phone, trying to dive into studying to see if that would help, and you're very close to pulling your hair out. You close the textbook about to shove it in your bag when your phone pings with a text.

G.H.G.O.A.T. >I miss you :(

You frown, giving your phone an incredulous look before you type back a response.

You >Uh, who is this?

G.H.G.O.A.T >The love of your life, duh

The response is almost instant, and you shake your head.

You >Sero?

You expect a text back, but then you see your phone light up, seeing that he's calling you now, and you scoff as you answer it. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing?"

"We're in the weight room today, and I'm taking a break. Don't you miss me too?" he says, changing the subject, and you scoff softly.

"No," you joke, the smile on your face hard to get rid of as you hear him squawk indignantly.

"You're so mean to me, princess," he whines as you tap at the table with your nail.

"Are you even supposed to have your phone right now?" you ask, someone yelling in the background as you finish the question.

"Technically, no, but I'd rather talk to you, pretty girl," he responds quickly, and you hate how your face goes warm at the compliment.

"What does the acronym stand for anyway?" you ask, trying not to focus on the feelings running through your head.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Uh, no?" you respond, your eyebrow quirked.

"The greatest head giver of all time. Duh." You let out a laugh in surprise.

"I am not keeping that as your contact name," you admit, and you can hear him protest.

"I'll take the love of your life as well," he teases, making you roll your eyes, and before you can respond, someone's yelling in the background again, making Sero yell back. "I gotta go before the coach gets my ass. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," you say, quickly shaking off the stupid smile on your face.

"Shut the hell up, Denki. I'm coming!" you hear him. "See ya later, beautiful." And then he hangs up, leaving your face warmer than it was before. But at the same time, it makes you wonder how long this is going to be going on. If his plan is to just punch your v-card, then maybe you should just get it over with.

There's no reason to delay the inevitable, but there's a part of you that doesn't think that that's his intention, which is why you're having such conflicting feelings right now. Should you feel flattered that he thinks you're pretty enough to be his next target? Right now, you mostly feel stupid, thinking for even a second that you could possibly get a relationship out of this.

And here you are again. You decided to eat outside to clear your head, and you're back in the same cycle of thoughts. You let out a groan as you let your head fall back on your shoulders. You look at your phone, seeing that you only have a few minutes before your next class, so you pack up your stuff, putting in your earbuds, deciding to focus on the music to drown out your thoughts.

~

It's your last class of the day, and you've never felt more grateful that it ended early. Even though the sun has just started setting, you want nothing more than to get some food and go back to your apartment. It was actually going great for you, the line wasn't long, which means that you would get back home sooner.

But just as you walk out of the dining hall, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, making them drop slightly. "You look like you're on a mission. Can I join you?"

You roll your eyes as you turn to see a familiar face, the smile he's wearing contagious. "I'm going home," you tell him, and he pouts softly.

"Is it to study?" he asks, and you nod your head.

"Well, then just come back to my place." You stop walking, and he follows suit, shrugging his shoulders. "We can help each other, right?"

You shouldn't, but every time you get around him, he makes that voice in your head scream louder. The voice that refuses to believe he has ill intentions. "How do I know you'll actually study?" you quip, and he keeps walking, ultimately turning you in the opposite direction.

"Can't stay on the team if I have shit grades," he says. "And if I have you there, you'll keep me motivated," he adds, and you give him a skeptical smile.

"Oh, really?" you jab, and he gives you a firm nod.

"Of course," he starts, leaning closer to you. "Cause if I'm good then you can reward me," he whispers, making you shudder deeply, and he chuckles to himself before he kisses you, a lot sloppier than you would prefer in public before he continues the walk to his dorm.

When you get there, the building doesn't seem that lively, and you're thankful because this doesn't look like a co-ed dorm, and you could be spared the looks right now. You're surprised that he's living in a dorm, but you assume because he's an athlete, the dorms would a bit of an upgrade, the place looking almost as nice as your apartment.

There's not much of a living room or a kitchen, but it's enough to get him by, the place has two separate bedrooms and a bathroom. He leads you to his room, turning the lights on as he throws his backpack in his desk chair. "You can make yourself comfortable. There's no need to be so stiff, princess."

You nod as you drop your bag near his bed, toying off your shoes, setting yourself on the edge of his bed before you dive into your food partly because you're hungry, and partly because you just need something to do. He plops down next to you, stealing a fry before you can react, and he laugh when you push him away.

He pushes himself up towards the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. "So, what're you gonna help me study?" he asks, placing his hands behind his head.

"I'm not helping you do anything. I have to study too," you respond, and he rolls his eyes before he grabs his backpack, pulling out some index cards as he returns to his original position.

"Could you at least quiz me?" he tries, and you tilt your head as you hold your hand out. He puts the cards in your hand, and you read off the first question, his answer making you shake your head.

"That's not right," you say, finishing your food, and he scoffs.

"There's no way."

You frown. "Didn't you make these? What you said doesn't match," you respond, and he takes the card from you, reading it to himself.

"That's basically what I said." You shake your head fondly as you go through the stack, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise when he takes it from you, throwing it to the side. "I'm bored," he states, pulling you into his lap, placing your legs on either side of him as his hands rub up and down your thighs.

"We just started."

"I'd rather be kissing you though," he says, not waiting for a response as he kisses your neck, purposefully running his tongue piercing up your neck. "Haven't I been good enough?" he murmurs in your ear, your breathing already picking up.

"You haven't even done anything," you breathe slowly, your focus barely on your words, and he grabs your ass, grinding you into his crotch as he finally puts his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you moan softly when you feel him swirl his tongue around yours, his hands arching your back further into him.

"Yo, Sero!" The loud voice follows the door opening, and you jump violently as you move your face into his neck, hesitantly turning your head, your face as hot as a flamethrower.

"What the fuck, man?" Sero groans as Denki laughs.

"Shit, my bad. Didn't know you were in the middle of something. Guess that means you don't wanna hang out with the team," he adds, and Sero nods his head, but his hands never leave your body.

"Yes, it does. Now get the fuck out," he responds shortly, and he chuckles again as he holds his hands up.

"Okay, okay. Relax," he starts, walking towards the door, but he turns to you when he gets to it. "He talks about you all the time."

"Denki--"

"Seriously, you should've seen how ecstatic he was when he finally got your name--"

Sero cuts him off with a shout of his name, not giving him any more room to talk, once again hearing his laugh as the door closes, and Sero chuckles nervously. "Sorry about that," he tells you sheepishly. "That guy has no boundaries."

You huff softly as you shake your head. "It's okay," you say. "You were happy you learned my name?" you ask hesitantly, and he releases another nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Well--he says stupid stuff all of the time," he explains, his face terribly red.

"And you talk about me?" you press with a soft chuckle, and he gives you a lazy shrug.

"I mean, yeah," he grins. "It's kinda hard not to," he adds, making you smile softly.

"If you wanna hang out with your friends, you can. I don't wanna stop you," you shrug, and his hands are back on your ass, pulling you into him again.

"I see them all the time. I don't get to see you a lot, and I'd rather spend time with you anyway," he reassures, and you play with your hands as you look down, those thoughts flooding back into your head, and he notices your change in demeanor, his hands move to rub over your back.

"Why?" you ask, and he scoffs fondly.

"Cause you're way more fun than them," he responds, and he doesn't give you enough to think about what that could mean because he's saying something else. "You wanna watch a movie or something?" he asks, and you give him a look.

"What about studying?"

"I think it's been well established that I don't wanna study," he decides before leaning over to grab the remote. "We can watch anything you want to."

"I don't care."

He hums as he scrolls through the selection, and he smiles when he hears your scoff. "A baseball movie?" you muse.

"It's a classic. You can't go wrong," he responds before throws the remote towards the nightstand, and he moves until he's laying down on his back, pulling you into him as he throws your leg over him.

"I can't stay the night, Sero," you tell him, feeling fatigue start to come over you, the movie nearly putting you to sleep. Or could that be because of his heartbeat?

"I'll wake you up, don't worry," he says absentmindedly, and you know that he won't, but the hand he's rubbing up and down your back isn't helping you stay awake. And you don't really trust that he actually will. "You can't go to sleep yet, this is the best part."

"The movie just started, Hanta," you answer sleepily, snuggling further into his chest, and you hear him chuckle as you feel him pull the comforter over you.

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't change anything." You blink sleepily as you try to watch the images in front of you, but the warmth is making you fall asleep way faster than before. "You can't change my contact name," you barely hear him say.

"What?"

"You can't change my contact name because yours is the same." You frown at him as you lift your head up, and he turns his phone towards you, and lo and behold, that same acronym is in place of your name.

"Where'd you get that picture from?" you ask, squinting as you look at the contact photo, and he's quick to move the phone away.

"I took it earlier today," he answers quietly.

"That's such a bad picture," you scold, but there's no heat behind it as you put your head down.

"I think you look cute," he defends quickly, and he smiles when you do, and he watches your eyes flutter close. "Baby, you gotta give me a kiss."

"Why?" you whine in annoyance.

"A goodnight kiss," he clarifies, and you don't open your eyes when you respond.

"You're not going to sleep," you deadpan.

"Please?" he whispers, dragging out the word, and you huff as you roll your eyes before you lift yourself up, your lips meeting firmly, and he smiles into the kiss. "Goodnight, baby."

You flop down onto him, your face in his neck as you pull the comforter up to your chin. "Goodnight, Hanta."

When you wake up, you shield your eyes from the sun beaming in through the blinds, your mouth dry. You frown as you shift your face away from the sun, groaning softly, and you blink to get the sleep out of your eyes.

You're not in your room.

You sit up as you look around, and that's when you realize Sero's not in the bed with you. Before your mind can think of the worst possibilities, the door's opening, and you're greeting with a Sero, who's only in tight black briefs.

No. No. It's too early for this.

"How'd you sleep?" he asks, drying his hair some more before throwing the towel to the side.

"It's the next day, Hanta," you chastise. "You said you would wake me up." And you really wish he would put some fucking pants on.

"But you looked so peaceful. I couldn't bring myself to do it," he responds, and thank goodness he slips on some shorts before walking over towards you.

"Gee, you're so kind," you joke, and he smirks at you as he leans down.

"I know, right?" He moves in to kiss you, and you back away, making him frown.

"I have morning breath," you say, covering your mouth, and he rolls his eyes before nodding his head towards the bathroom.

"I have extras," he tells you and you hesitate as you move the blankets.

"What about Denki?" you ask, a little worried you'll run into him.

"Don't worry about him. He already left," he says, slipping on a shirt as he grabs his bag, and you slip out of the bed, making your way to the bathroom.

When you walk out, you see him fully dressed, baseball cap on his head with his bag slung over his shoulder. "I know it's Saturday, but I have a game, so I can't sleep in with you like I want to," he groans like it's the worst thing in the world.

"That's okay. Good luck," you respond, and he slips his arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I want you to come," he continues, and you frown.

"I won't have time. I still have to shower."

"The game's not until later this afternoon, I just have to get there extra early," he says with a roll of his eyes.

"Um, I can try," you say, chewing your lip softly, and he beams at you.

"Perfect. Now, let's go," he orders, pulling you out of the hallway.

"Where are we going?"

"You're walking with me to the stadium. Obviously," he grins.

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because you'll make the walk there more bearable." You don't fight it, and your apartment isn't that far from the stadium, so you slip on your shoes and grab your bag, and he's got his arm around you the entire walk there.

He calls out to some of his teammates when you get to the stadium, and you'll definitely have to change. It's only late in the morning and the temperature is already getting hot. "I'll see you at the game, right?" he asks when he turns to you.

"We'll see," you tease, and he's adjusting his cap further up his head as he leans down.

"You're no fun," he jabs before he kisses you, wrapping his arm around you, deepening the kiss. You hear his teammates cheer and holler, but you're not really paying attention when he slides his tongue into your mouth.

"Sero! Stop macking your girl and come on!" At that, he pulls away, satisfied that your lips are puffy and that you're breathless, and gives you one last peck before he slides the hat onto your head.

"See you at the game, beautiful."

And you watch as he walks away, some of the guys shoving him playfully when he gets to them, and the stupid smile you have on your face never leaves the entire way to your apartment.

"And where the hell have you been?" Mina questions as soon as you walk through the door, and your head is towards the floor as you slip your shoes off.

"Nowhere," you mumble, dropping your bag into a chair as you make your way towards your room, and you know Mina's not going to drop it, prodding you with questions as you try to decide what to wear.

"You slept with someone?" she tries, and you scoff as you shake your head.

"No."

"Then who's cap are you wearing?" You frown at her as you throw your clothes on the bed.

"It's mine," you lie and she gasps.

"You're sleeping with someone on the baseball team? Look at you go!" You wave your hands frantically as you shake your head.

"No. I am not sleeping with someone on the baseball team," you deny.

"So, you're seeing someone on the team?" Now that causes you to stall, the hesitation making her laugh loudly. "You are! Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug as you struggle to come up with an answer. "I dunno," you reply lamely before moving towards the bathroom.

"Well, you're gonna tell me everything on the way there," she says, following you.

"Where?"

"To the game of course. I have to see this guy for myself," she concludes, and there's no way she's backing down, so you roll your eyes before making your way towards the shower.

~

"Did we have to sit so close to the field?" you ask as you sit down, taking a sip from your drink.

"Of course, we did! I have to be able to see what this guy looks like." You roll your eyes again as you fan yourself.

"The game hasn't even started yet."

"That means you have time to tell me everything."

You reluctantly tell her everything, making sure she keeps her voice down for the rather explicit stuff, hoping you're not getting weird looks as you recall everything that's happened. "I don't know, maybe it's all a joke or something," you say when she asks why didn't tell her anything from the start.

"What you just told me does not sound like a joke. He knows your favorite smoothie, and you never told him? Something's definitely there."

You don't get to respond, the game getting ready to start, and you turn all of your attention towards it. You don't know a ton about baseball, but you know enough to understand what's going on, whereas Mina's mostly just watching for the guys, but it's not like you can blame her.

"Oh, my God! There he is!" she yells almost too loud for your liking, slapping you on the arm in excitement, and you slap her hand away. "Damn, babe, you chose a hot one."

"Shut the hell up," you hiss. "And how'd you know?"

"Because the number on 'your' cap matches the one on his jersey." You jump in shock, and without taking it off, you run your fingers over the front, and yep. You feel the number seven under your fingers, the number splayed on his back as he stands in the on-deck circle, practicing his swings. And you thought he was hot in just regular clothes.

It should be illegal for a uniform to be that tight, right? There's no way that should be allowed. The couple of swings he does allows you to see every inch of his muscles, his arms nearly bulging out of his uniform, like he's not even wearing it at all. You bite your lip softly as images run through your head, and you're quick to shake them off, not sure if you should thank or curse Mina for sitting so close to the field.

Your eyebrows raise when he turns around, his eyes landing on you instantly like he knew you were there, and you give him a small wave. You frown at him when he starts poking at his cheek, tilting your head in confusion, but when he puckers his lips, you instantly understand what he means, and you're quickly shaking your head.

The smirk on his face turns into a pout, his body slumping slightly, and you smile softly at his reaction. He's continuously mouthing please, and you elbow Mina lightly in the ribs as she giggles at the both of you. You cautiously look around before hesitantly bringing your hand up to your mouth, your lips meeting your fingers before you flick your hand his way, your face heating up at the cheesy gesture. He's smiling at you, as he grabs the imaginary kiss out of the air before placing his hand on his cheek.

You roll your eyes as you shake your head at how much of a dork he is before he turns back to the field, stepping into the batter's box. You find yourself waiting anxiously for the pitch, and you don't even realize how tense you are until you hear a satisfying crack ring out, the ball flying through the air as Sero drops the bat and runs.

The ball quickly flies past the outfielders, not high enough to be easily caught, effectively aiding him in making it to third. "Does this mean you're gonna be your boyfriend's biggest cheerleader?" Mina teases, and you laugh beside yourself as you push her lightly, rolling her eyes.

The only thing you dislike about baseball games is how long they can be, the sun feeling it's trying to kill you, and you and Mina reapply sunscreen more than you would've liked, your skin feeling awfully sticky along with the combination of your sweat.

You actually find yourself cheering pretty loudly, but other are people are doing it too, so you're not really thinking about it. Mina's cheering with you, with the teasing of course, but by the time the game is over, it seems to cease, much to your relief.

The game was nearly close, so when it's over, you're working on calming down your racing heartbeat as you watch the team celebrate their win. Just as you and Mina get to the stairs to start walking out of the stadium, you hear someone yell your name. Both of you turn around, seeing Sero waving at you, and before you can even think about walking towards him, Mina's walking up the stairs tossing a "see you later" over her shoulder.

You roll your eyes when she winks at you before turning around, leaning down a bit as Sero jogs towards you. They're not that high up from the field, and Hanta's tall, so it's not like you have to go far. He's covered in sweat and dirt, but the smile he wears on his face spreads across yours. "You came," he says, and you shrug softly.

"I mean, you wanted me to, right?" His smile widens as he takes a couple of steps closer, beckoning you closer with a curl of his finger. When you get close enough, his hand grabs your neck just on the side of possessive before kissing you deeply, the contact leaving you wanting more, and he smirks at you when you chase after him.

"Thanks for coming," he says against your lips, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

"Yeah, of course," is really all you can manage without stuttering like a nervous wreck. He gives your neck a tiny squeeze before he pulls away.

"Meet me outside the stadium, okay?" You nod in agreement, and he smiles again before jogging away.

~

You wait for him, sitting on one of the benches mindlessly scrolling through your phone, and you can hear his voice before you see him. You look up, seeing him talking to Denki, so you get up, slowly making your way towards him, and you can see Denki's eyes drift over to you before they move back to Sero.

You don't know what he says, but Sero shoves him away, Denki responding with a laugh before he turns around to greet you, throwing an arm around your neck, pulling you into him. "You did really good," you say as he starts to walk the both of you wherever.

"Only because you were there," he responds making you roll your eyes playfully. "Seriously, your cheers motivated me."

"Everyone was cheering, there's no way you heard me," you argue, and he just chuckles at you softly before kissing you on the forehead.

"So, what're we gonna do?" he asks, changing the subject, and you sigh heavily as you let your head fall back on your shoulders slightly.

"Well, I am going back to my place and getting in the shower. I feel disgusting," you add, frowning softly.

"Sounds good," he says before turning to walk the both of you towards your apartment, and you squint at him.

"But you already took one?" you question, and you're almost certain he did because for one, he smells amazing, and even though you're close to him, you're having a hard time preventing yourself from pushing further into him.

"No harm in taking another one."

"Hanta, I would actually like to get clean," you groan. "That's the whole point of a shower."

"You hear the water running, don'tcha?"

You are currently caught between Sero and the shower wall, basically completely dry because he's the only one getting hit by the stream. "But you're blocking the water--" He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you can feel his smirk against them.

"Just one more, okay?" The huff you're about to release is cut short once again when he starts kissing down your jaw, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him allowing you to feel his growing hardness digging into your thigh.

His tongue spends a lot of time on your neck, catching any stray droplets that have made it onto your skin, the piercing making you shudder under the strokes. You feel him bite at the skin under your collarbones, and your hands run up his back, your nails digging into his skin slightly.

When the water finally hits your skin, you expect him to let you actually shower, but no, his hands are still on you, the only difference this time is that he's behind you, and Sero's added soap to his hands. His fingers run slow circles over your nipples before pulling on them slightly, and your head falls back on his shoulder, his lips instantly finding yours.

You grind against his hard-on digging into your ass, and one of your hands moving into his hair. He releases a deep groan against your lips at the same time you softly moan his name, and then it seems like you both are thinking the same thing as you start to rinse all of the soap off your body as he does the same with his hands.

He quickly turns the water off, getting out of the shower first as he finds a towel, making a half-ass job of drying the both of you off, his lips on yours once again as you stumble into your room. He puts the towel down on the bed, spreading it out before getting on the bed, pulling you down on top of him. You whine against your will when he grinds you against him, both of you gasping at the friction.

He kisses you sloppily, his hands moving your hips faster, your moans and his groans mingling together as your nails dig deep into his skin. One of your hands moves to the nape of his neck, feeling him shudder against you when you scratch across it as his hand digs into your ass, his nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin as you roll your hips feverishly.

His arm is wrapped around you, causing the both of you to be chest to chest, and you're pretty sure he can feel your heart hammering out of your chest. "I want--" you start, having a hard time keeping your hips still so you can get your thoughts together.

"I want it, Hanta," you whisper shakily, your body nearly trembling from the stimulation, and it takes him a moment to register your words, exchanging a couple of wet kisses with you before he pulls away.

"What?" he mumbles at first before it finally clicks in his head, his eyes widening when it does. "Wait, here--now?" he asks like he's in disbelief. "I don't have a--" He trails off, doing a double-take towards your nightstand.

You follow his lead, scoffing in borderline embarrassment when your eyes land on the condom resting on top of your nightstand.

Fucking Mina.

You groan softly in annoyance as Sero laughs softly. "Well, I do now," he chides, and you share a small chuckle before you turn to look at him, the arousal in the air slowly being replaced with awkwardness. His hands go from gripping your thighs possessively to rubbing over them soothingly. "Are you sure?" he asks you quietly. "We don't have to," he assures.

You nod your head. "Yes, I'm sure," you respond, feeling nervousness flooding your system.

He gives you a soft smile as he nods. "Okay, but if you wanna stop at any time, let me know instantly. Okay?" You nod your head eagerly, and he carefully moves the both of you until you're laying on your back and he's hovering over you. "Promise?"

You take a deep breath as you slightly roll your eyes. "Yes, Sero, I promise." His smile widens as he leans down, his nose brushing against yours, and then his lips are pressing against yours, his hands spreading your legs a little wider as he fits himself in between them more comfortably.

His kisses are soft but full of desire as his hands move to your tits, massaging them softly, his thumbs rubbing over the hardened nipples, his lips starting to move down your neck, every contact of his lips making you shudder. He keeps moving down, brushing his nose down your sternum before putting his mouth on one, making you sigh, your hand moving into his hair.

His tongue flicks and twirls before he closes his lips around it and sucks, quickly popping off to do the other one. "Hanta," you huff impatiently, and you can feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses down your stomach.

"You gotta be patient, baby. Have to make sure you're nice and wet," he explains, which only makes you let out another impatient noise, but from what he felt not too long ago when you were on top of him, he didn't need to do anything for long.

He spreads your legs, his mouth watering the moment his eyes land on your soaking wet folds, and just as you're about to say something about him staring at you, he's pulling you towards him, his mouth on you so fast that it makes you gasp loudly.

Making up for the fact that he didn't get to taste you the last time, he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. It's sloppy and loud, and you would be embarrassed if it wasn't the best head of your life. It's nearly overwhelming, his tongue running through your folds before circling and flicking at your clit, and every time you even think about moving away, his hands are digging further into your thighs and pulling you closer.

You can't even think straight, your hand pulling at his hair, moaning loudly when he thrusts his tongue inside of you, and when your legs start to squeeze his head, he groans against you as his nose bumps against your clit. And he's totally living up to that stupid acronym he put as his contact name.

He seems to push his face further into you, and you're worried that he actually might suffocate, but it soon fizzles out when you feel his fingers slide into you. His mouth focuses on your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, spreading them to stretch you out.

He pins your legs down when they start to shake, your orgasm not that far from approaching, and you can't do anything but cry out at the constant stimulation of the bundle of nerves inside and outside of your sex.

And it takes one firm suck at your clit for it to finally hit you, your grip on his hair borderline painful, but he doesn't care as he listens to you cum as he catches as much of your release as he can, which makes him groan again. "You taste so good," he says against your folds, still keeping up his movements, making you whine loudly at the overstimulation.

"Hanta, please," you breathe, and you take deep breaths when he finally pulls away. He sits up, licking his fingers and around his mouth before moving to hover over you.

"You feeling good?" he asks, and you nod your head quickly, your breathing still ragged. "You wanna keep going?"

Your nod is a little more energetic this time, and he reaches over to grab the condom, tearing it almost too slow with his teeth, and he can you tense in his peripheral as he slides the condom on.

He spreads your legs a little more before bracing one of his arms next to your head. "Just relax, okay?" His face is close to yours, but his eyes look down as he guides himself in, and he quickly looks back at you when he hears you wince.

"I'm okay," you say, reassuring him so that he doesn't stop, and when he gets a little more ways in, he moves his other arm to the other side of your head, and your nails dig into his arm. He moves his hand back down, rubbing at your clit as he slowly bottoms out, looking at you to make sure you're okay.

He kisses you softly as his hands rub over your body, trying to help you relax. His hands grab at your hips, his face falling into your neck, feeling you pulse around him, and he groans softly. "Okay?" He barely manages to say the word as he lifts his head, and you nod your head, his hands moving into yours.

"Yeah, yeah, you can move," you breathe as his hands lace with yours, and you just can't get over how full you feel, and you've barely gotten used to it before he's moving his hips back, the empty feeling back for only two seconds before it's gone again.

You let out a practically breathless scream, the air feeling like it's being punched out of your lungs as your nails dig into the back of Sero's hands. "Fuck, baby--fuck." It's really all he can say, finally being able to be inside you after fantasizing about it, and you take your hands from his and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

"Faster, Hanta, please." The soft, broken words you whisper in his ear only spur him on, his hips quickly picking up the pace, shifting his hips until he's found the spot that has you clamping around him.

He pulls back to kiss you, feeling how close he is and how he wants to hold back, wants you to cum first even though you're making it almost impossible. His hand is back on the puffy bud, rubbing, rolling, light pinches, the stimulation bringing you higher and higher until your back arches, pressing you against him.

You cum with a broken whine, your body tensing as it rips through you, and your nails dig and scratch across the nape of his neck, easily sending him over the edge with you, and he can barely muffle his grunt against your lips, shooting into the rubber as his pace turns into slow rolls to ride out your highs.

It's just ragged breathing for the next couple of minutes along with the sounds of his lips against yours as his hands are back rubbing across your body, calming and bringing you back down. "Are you okay?" he asks, resting his forehead against yours, and you nod as your hands come to rest on his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I am," you answer, feeling such a strong feeling of happiness, which you know is from your high, but you can't help but feel giddy even though your body is tired.

He pulls out as slow as possible, but it still causes you to wince, and he gives you a quick apology before tying the condom off. "Is your roommate gonna be here any time soon?"

And then that euphoria is gone.

"What?" You frown slightly at the question, but then you quickly recover, shaking your head. "No, she's not gonna be back for a few hours," you tell him, and he nods before tossing the condom in the trash, pulling on his shorts, and leaving the room.

Was that it? Were you really just another body for him? Bonus points for him to gain because he took it?

You feel your heart sink, far too many emotions to process as you suddenly feel too exposed, curling yourself under the blanket and wincing when you feel the sensitivity between your legs. You fight hard to stop at least one tear from falling, but it doesn't work; the droplet soaking the pillowcase under your face.

You jump when you hear him come back in, feeling the bed dip next to you. "Baby, what're you doing? I gotta clean you up." He stops when he carefully rolls you over, seeing the look on your face. "Woah, woah. What's wrong?"

You can't even look at him, wanting to pull the blanket over in shame, but he won't let you. "I need you to talk to me, baby. What happened?"

"Was I just a game to you? Someone to string along until you got what you wanted?" He looks at you like you've just said the most absurd thing in the world, and you watch as he sighs before handing you the shirt that was in his hand.

"Put this on first, and let me clean you up, alright?" You eye him cautiously as you take the shirt, slipping it over your body as he pulls the blanket away from you. The rag he has is warm as he carefully cleans you up before letting the rag fall to the floor.

He grabs your arms, pulling you towards him as he leans against the wall, moving you so that you're sitting on his lap. "You are so much more than a game to me," he starts. "From the moment my eyes landed on you, I've never felt that way about you."

You look away, your thoughts conflicted, and he grips your chin softly, shifting your face back to his. "Where is this coming from?"

You shrug. "You just never established anything, and I thought that you were--" You cut yourself off, shaking your head. "Nothing. It's stupid."

"How you feel and what you thought is not stupid," he tells you strongly. "It was my fault for not making my intentions clear from the start. This actually wasn't supposed to happen." He finishes it with a laugh, but he's quick to backtrack when he sees your face.

"No, not like that. I spent weeks trying to get the courage to talk to you to ask you out on a date. But I guess I got too excited and got way too ahead of myself. Some boyfriend I am."

"Boyfriend?" you try hesitantly, and he looks you in the eye, wrapping his arms around your lower back.

"Yeah. I want you to be mine. If you'll have me." He chuckles as he glances down before looking back at you. "I really, really like you. Like a lot, and I'm sorry that I've made you feel this way, but I want to assure you right now, that I do not look at you that way. I never did."

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I just did everything in the wrong order," he says, making both of you laugh. "So, if you say yes, then I'll take you on a proper date."

"Well, where are you taking me?"

His face seems to brighten even more as he jumps slightly. "Are you saying yes?" You can't help but laugh as you nod, and he flipping the both of you over, trapping you on the mattress as he peppers kisses all over your face.

"I seriously do really, really like you," he repeats after he pulls away, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"And I really, really like you, too, Hanta."

A/N: If you stayed this long, seriously. Thanks for reading

[mahalsuya]

artist/painter!jean kirstein boyfriend headcanons

☞ i’ve been having sm jean brainrot recently and this just popped into my head

☞ idrk where the idea of artist jean came from but i’m living off of it.

☞ this’ll be gender neutral, and modern au and with a headcanon in canonverse. also!! in these headcanons, jean is a college student/adult enjoy :)

you’re literally his muse. i wish i was joking.

he is so in love with you and you fill up his mind like 24/7 so, a lot of his work would be inspired by you :)

if you guys eat at a restaurant he’ll doodle on a napkin

or just in general. like mail envelopes, school papers, your homework, he doodles on it.

his hands have paint on them 85% of the time

if you aren’t busy he’ll ask you to be his irl reference for like a pose or position of an arm or hand.

when you catch him working you’ll tie his hair back for him 😫😫

in canonverse, i can imagine on off days you guys sitting in a field or a hill and he’ll be painting the landscape while you watch or chat.

if you like traditional art, you guys will have art sessions together just for fun or for dates

in modern au, if you like digital art, you guys would swap art preferences and he’d get so confused on how to draw on a tablet 💀

AGAIN doodles 24/7 and a lot of them are of you which gets you really flustered

“jean you sketch me a lot don’t you get tired of drawing the same old thing over and over again?”

“why would i when you’re so beautiful/handsome/attractive? *smirks*”

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for your first anniversary, he painted you something really nice and blushes when you compliment his work.

HE TRIES TO ACT ALL SMUG AND CHILL BUT THE APPRECIATION WARMS HIM SM

if you also like art, you and him would do outings where you go to different creative studios to try new types of creative work.

ex. pottery, gouache painting, sculpting, etc.

if you sit next to him while he paints, he’ll smear paint on your face or your arm

you helping him through an art block AND THEN HE’LL GET SO FRUSTRATED WHEN HE HAS NO IDEAS ON WHAT TO PAINT BUT A LOT OF MOTIVATION

if you get him an art supply you saw him scroll by on social media/a shopping site the other week, he’ll treasure it sm and repay you with sm kisses and dinner 😩😩

sometimes he gets so sucked inside his own head, you need to drag him away to take a break

you make him snacks whenever he’s painting/making something for a deadline

reassuring him his art is amazing even if he nitpicks every “flaw” in it like all artists do

hearing him rant about how his sketch during a boring lecture on paper looks better than what he sketched on the canvas 💀💀

“NO BABE LOOK AT THIS *gives you paper sketch* NOW LOOK AT THIS *presents canvas* WHY CANT IT JUST GHHHHH”

connie and sasha also hype him up a lot.

once he gave sasha a painting of a post from her instagram feed and she cried happiness at how beautiful and special it was

connie on his insta story showing a work of jean’s: “my best friend = the best painter. beat that leonardo dicaprio”

HE’LL GET ATTACKED BY EVERYONE SAYING ITS DA VINCI AND HE’LL POST ANOTHER STORY LIKE “GUYS I JUST DID IT FOR THE LAUGHS I KNOW ITS DA VINCI 😭”

HIM AND MARCO DO ART TOGETHERRRR

marco to me seems like he prefers the colored pencil medium and THEY’D HAVE SM FUN

jean would send you marco’s art and be like “TELL MARCO THIS IS AMAZING HE WON’T BELIEVE ME”

oh my gulay. his art exhibits.

HE GETS REALLY NERVOUS BUT TRIES TO PLAY IT OFF BC HE JUST WANTS IT TO GO REALLY WELL

“honey listen to me. it’ll turn out amazing! your art is beautiful and many people will admire and appreciate it at the event :D! so i know it’s hard but try not to worry so much okay?”

“PSHHH WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT LOVE? IM NOT NERVOUS PSHHH NOT AT ALL AHAHHA WHY DO YOU THINK THAT??”

he is really calm during the actual exhibit tho.

he gets so flustered from all the compliments and it makes him really happy :)

checking up on him throughout the night to make sure he’s keeping his cool

if someone wants to buy one he’d be so happy on the inside and talk about it for days after the exhibit with you.

near the end of the exhibit he has one covered painting, and when it’s time to reveal, it’s a painting of you!

because how could he have an art exhibit without including you? his main support and love of his life <3

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[delcakoo]

HEY KOOBEAR HYD?!?

ok so my math teacher (ilhsm) her ex last name was ms koo but she got married and now it’s ms. I can’t tell u lol

So my two favorite things have the same (sort of) name awwwww

also some kid is coming over later from school bc her mom is at work and when my mom goes back to work next week I gotta take care of her by myself 😐

Help me koo i cant do anything in front of her she’s so nosy

I have so much homework too idk how she’s gonna let me do mine

If I fail I’m blaming it on her‼️

HI KUMA LOVE <3 I JUST GOT OFF SCHOOL IN THE CAR RN IT WAS FINE UP UNTIL GYM. FUCKING HATE GYM SM BRO WE PLAYED FRISBEE 💀💀💀 AND I HAD TO RUN IT WAS TERRIBLE 🥰🫠

WHQT HELP SOME RANDO KID IS COMING TO STAY AT UR HOUSE…? BRUH THAT IS SO. IS IT LIKE A LITTLE KID WHY CANT SHE STAY HOME BY HERSELF 😦😦😦 THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE IM SO SORRY… MAYBE PUT ON HEADPHONES N SAY UR BUSY IDK 😞😞😞