#I thought it was just because she was pretty and tall and confident and smart

[chloethebananana]

also my parents are like suuuuper religious, but not in the conservative way. like basically theyre like: its ok if ur gay, as long as you keep going to church every sunday and pray and stuff

and like, this means a lot to me, because im most definitely queer, but also, like, are they really okay with this ? (I feel like i need to say that im sorta in the clost. Like ive told my parents i wasn’t straight ( heck i told them i was gay once) but it was mostly phrased as a joke and stuff so what if they thought it was a joke. But also maybe they already knew and i was not slick)

more on the religion thing: my parents really want me to believe in God. And honestly, I see where they’re coming from. Like, they found god in their adolescence or early adulthood and decided to pass that on to their children. And while i totally agree with the sentiment, i wish i had the heart to tell them that i dont believe in all of that. But also im afraid that they would disown me for that (not really tho, u cant legally disown ur children where i live) and like, be really sad, not financially support me through my studies or just give me the really shitty part of the inheritance yk

But another thing i feel i must mention is my wierdass gender. So, im afab. and my parents really want a daughter. Like, they considered stopping having children after me because they already had a daughter (they had another child anyway but whatever)

the thing is, im not sure im a girl.

i feel like my gender falls somewhere under the nonbinary umbrella. The gender i currently identify the most with is genderfluid, because there are really moments where i like being a girl and im like: yes thats me and others where im absolutely disgusted when people call me a girl but also i don’t know if i want to be a guy

tl;dr: gender is hard and my parents want me to believe in a god i dont believe in

my greatest fear

My parents (my mom especially) keep telling that they love me unconditionally and stuff and i want to believe them but also… do they?

Like I’m the middle child and the only girl. For as long as I can remember, one of my, if not my biggest, fear has been disappointing my parents so bad they just

stop loving me

and realistically, I know they wouldn’t do that. I know that i’ve fucked up plenty already in my lifetime and they haven’t ever stopped loving me

but im still scared

and like, they say that they want me to be happy, and I believe them, and they say i deserve to be happy, but do i believe them when they say that ? What if i don’t deserve to be happy? They don’t know me all that well. Haven’t known me that well since i was like, 11. For all i know ive changed so much that if my parents knew everything they would drag me to be exorcised by the local priest or something.

[heavenlybodies333]

Jealousy is a Hell of a Drug - S.R

Spencer Reid x jealousgf!reader

You didn’t plan on drinking tonight.

Honestly, you thought it’d just be a casual get-together—Emily had called it “team bonding,” and Rossi was buying, so who were you to say no? Spencer hadn’t been able to stop rambling about this new book he’d read, you’d teased him for talking through the appetizer menu, and everything had been perfect.

Until she walked in. Dr. Madison Keane. Nuclear physicist. MIT doctorate. His “joint dissertation partner,” whatever the fuck that meant. All you knew was she was tall, gorgeous, and practically hanging off of Spencer’s arm like she belonged there.

“Oh my God, Spencer?” she gasped, her hand finding his bicep. “I didn’t even recognize you without the curls!”The rest of the team greeted her, cordial and curious. Spencer was glowing—introducing everyone, detailing exactly how he and Madison had co-authored some impossible dissertation about nuclear subparticles. And when his eyes finally turned to you, “This is—”

You didn’t let him finish. You looped your arm through Emily’s and flashed him your sweetest, fakest smile. “We’re getting a drink.” Two absinthe shots later and you slammed the glass down and glared at the mirrored wall. “Do you like her?” you asked Emily, too loud.

She choked on her shot, laughing behind her hand. “Is this a trap?”

“She’s not even that pretty,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “And what kind of bitch doesn’t understand personal space why is she touching him like that?”

“She probably earned it,” Emily teased, nudging your shoulder. “Co-writing a dissertation’s practically marriage.”

God that made you angrier, “She talks to him like I’m not even real. Who even says 'nuclear physics' at a bar?” Emily patted your back. “The kind of girl who wants to fuck your boyfriend.”

“Exactly!” you said pissed off. You turned around. They were still talking—too close, too intimate. You saw Madison’s fingers trail down his arm again, and that was it.

You stormed back to the table with an empty smile and a new drink. “So how do you two know each other again?” you asked, cutting Spencer off mid-sentence.

He blinked at you. “She’s from MIT. We—”

“Oh, right. Nuclear physics,” you said, taking a long sip. “Because quantum entanglement just isn’t sexy enough at parties.”

Madison laughed politely. “It’s more fun than it sounds, I promise.”

“Sure,” you smiled tightly. “I’m sure you two had so much fun.”

Her voice sweet, her smile practiced. You knew girls like her. Hell, you used to be girls like her. Overly confident. Insecure in the worst way—like she needed you to know she had history with Spencer. “You must be his… coworker?” she asked, voice sugar-laced poison.

You smiled back tightly. “Girlfriend.”

Her mouth twitched. “Oh! I didn’t realize…”, eyes flicking up and down like she was scanning for weaknesses, and said sweetly, “It must be so nice dating someone so smart.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, completely ignoring her. You looked her up and down. “You still in academia?”

She smirked. “Of course. Published just last month, actually. I’m surprised Spencer hasn’t mentioned it. But then again… maybe he’s just too busy.”

You tilted your head, biting your cheek.

“I mean, I can’t imagine it’s easy to have a relationship when one person’s reading quantum mechanics before breakfast and the other’s... tagging along.” You lasted another 30 seconds before she leaned in to whisper something into Spencer’s ear, fingers still on his sleeve, and that was it. Your drink flew. Straight into her smug face.

You didn’t wait for the gasp or the splash or Spencer’s stunned voice. You just turned on your heel and walked out the front door, head held high, fury burning behind your ribs like napalm.

Behind you, you heard him—“Madison, I’m so sorry, she’s—” You heard him apologize to her—apologize to HER—and your stomach flipped with betrayal.

Fuck him.

You were halfway down the block when you heard his voice behind you. You didn’t slow down. Not until his hand caught your wrist, pulling you gently but firmly to a stop on the sidewalk. “Baby wait—”

You yanked your arm free. “Go back to her, Spencer.”

“What? No. No—fuck—don’t do that.” His voice cracked with confusion. “Why did you throw a drink at her?!” You ignored him, continuing to walk away from him, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Stop walking! Jesus—would you please talk to me?”

“Talk to your dissertation partner!” you snapped, spinning to face him. “You two can split atoms together and jerk each other off over how smart you are!”

Spencer blinked. “Are you seriously mad that I ran into a colleague?”

“You apologized to her,” you hissed. “She had her hands all over you—”

“She hugged me—”

“She touched your bicep, Spencer!”

“I didn’t ask her to!”

“But you didn’t stop her either.”

Silence.

“I don’t like her. I don’t want her. I want you,” he said, voice low, pained. “God, baby. I didn’t even notice she was touching me. I was trying to introduce you.”

You turned around and wouldn’t face him, arms crossed and as you went to sit down angrily on the curb you lost your balance falling back on the sidewalk right on your ass.

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed. “You’re drunk.”

“No.” you answered hotly.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Let’s go home.”

“I’m not done yelling at you.”

“You can yell at me all you want. Just not in the middle of the street.” He stared at you, jaw clenched. Then he pulled out his phone and ordered the Uber without another word.

You didn’t speak again until you were inside his apartment, shoes off, arms crossed, fuming. “I hate her.”

“She’s not important.”

You turned to him. “Then why did you defend her?”

“Because she didn’t deserve to get humiliated in public.”

“What about me?” your voice cracked. “Do I deserve to feel like I’m second best?”

His expression softened instantly. “No. God, no. You’re not—”

“I can’t believe you apologized to her.”

“I had to,” he said tightly. “You threw a drink in her face.”

“She deserved it.”

“She didn’t.”

“She was all over you.”

“She was being friendly. She was an old colleague.”

You scoffed, turning away. “Right. Another genius. Maybe you’d be happier with someone like that. Someone who understands your fucking dissertations.”

Spencer didn’t reply. He came up behind you instead—his hands sliding around your waist, his voice soft in your ear. “You’re the only one I want baby, I promise. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to understand every part of you—because every time I do, I fall in love all over again.”

You let him guide you to the bed, fingers pulling your dress up as he kisses down your thighs. Gasping as he pulled your panties down, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. When his head dipped between your thighs, he held your legs open, eyes locking with yours.

“Let me make it better,” he said. His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you in place, and he moaned against your cunt like he needed this, needed you. His mouth was heaven—soft, insistent, relentless. He licked and sucked like he had all the time in the world, humming when your thighs clenched around him, praising you between licks.

“God, you’re so good for me. So sweet when you’re not being a brat.” He grinned against your skin. “My perfect girl.”

You whimpered. “Don’t think about her,” he said, tongue circling your clit. “She’s gone. Only you now.”

“Spence,” you moaned. He flattened his tongue, slow strokes that made your head spin. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your head tipped back, heat coiling in your belly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I was so—”

“Don’t,” he said gently, curling one finger inside you now, his mouth still relentless. “You don’t ever have to apologize for loving me like that.”

You cried out, hips twitching, the world melting into the feeling of his mouth, his hands, his praise like poetry spilling from his lips.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned. “Give it to me, baby. Let go. That’s my good girl.”

Your hips bucked. “Spencer—oh—fuck.” legs shaking, thighs clenching around his head.

When he pulled back, lips glistening, he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and looked up at you with those impossibly kind eyes. “I don’t care how many dissertations I wrote with her,” he went on, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. “I love you, I love how you dont like pickles with anything and always give me your extra one, I love how your favorite things to collect are those little teacups, I love getting to cook for you, I love that you’re smart in ways that can’t be measured with letters after your name. I love you now and forever. ”

You finally exhaled. “I love you too.”

He was yours. Nuclear physics bitch be damned.

a/n: okayyy papiiiichulo

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[carbonfiction]

i’m a resident jean hater because she’s really not all that (she makes me insecure as hell because she’s tall and slim and i’m short and just a liiiittle bit stout) and plus she only has that hot demure boring energy like wheres the fun in that? boring ahh hell😹plus she’s got a fake ass MD. would logan immediately lose interest in her the second charles hires the new young social studies teacher that prances in with her big framed specs, bouncy fat rack curls and nervous disheveled bubbly personality? she has so many facts on the top of her head from all the wars he fought and what?? he also sees her in the lab??? she has a plant mutation and she dabbles in biology???? AND she was in law school????? so she’s got a mouth on her… and when he finds out by eavesdropping that she’s a virgin and a squirter one night that the girls all confess secrets he loses it, completely tuning out jean’s confessions. he wants to ruin that smart girl 🐱 so bad.

can i please take the 🐳 emoji as an anon because this is my third ask and i’m both the bathtub and glasses anon i LOVE to yap

DEAR ANNNONNN HELLOO!! god im so sorry this took so long to reply to🥲 but you ABSOLUTELY can have🐳!!!

Honest that is so real as a fellow stout girlie (despite being on the slightly taller end)

Personally I just could never get into movie jean for a litany of reasons; i was and still am so much more of a storm and rogue kinda girl. And Especially within dynamics w logan; storm as a relationship interest is everything to me. (Ill never forget or forgive for what they took from us dofp stormverine kiss getting cut)

But logan and a fairly 'innocent' mouthy smart girl??? Oh that man is following like a puppy. He his obsessed.

I feel like he would love a smart girl so much. Theres just something so alluring about someone so confident in their knowledge and skills. not to mention the cocky twang of pride that threads through him whenever he sees you correct someone on a piece of info; never condisending but explaining the actual fact to who whomever got confused. (likely poor scott which instantly wins you extra brownie points bc you?? Gorgeous and smart girl happily correcting scott on a mistake??? His knees are buckled)

But there issss another perk of him having a smart, inexperienced girl.. And thats when he can turn his smart, headstrong princess all dumb.

When simple touches from his fingers, tongue and eventually, cock can all change you from chatty, brainy and sometimes even a little bratty into a babbling, brainless mess soaking through his sheets.

Getting to finally fuck the brains right out of his cleverest girls pretty head by way of her tight puffy cunt? Truly his favorite thing at the end of a long day.

(I rambled my way through this im so sorry- is it even cohesive idk?? but i do have manymanymany thoughts on smart girl reader that i might have to expand on at some stage..)

[scleroticstatue]

For the character hotness rating, for the fun of it: the current Terrafell crew (by whatever names you'd like to call them).

Atticus:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY.

Tall, lithe, and graceful. He's feminine enough to be considered "pretty," and he makes up for it with a sharp smirk and purring tone. Is he faking his deep voice? Yes. Is he using beauty magic to keep his hair shiny? Definitely yes. Does he have a tendency to "accidentally touch" people when he's instructing them? Absolutely. He's competent, capable, and funny when given the chance. He's not quite my type, but he's someone's and she is going to be a lucky woman.

Sock Police:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He's big, he's broad, his biceps are the size of my head. He's got a little bit of a baby face that is going to turn into an amazing jawline and cheekbones in a couple of years, and his hair is ridiculously thick. He's constantly brooding, but that just might be his eyebrows and deep set eyes, which seem black but in the sunlight turn to spiced honey and his scars might as well be tattoos for him.

Furniture Man:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He's tall, has cheekbones to cut glass, and the beard. Yes, he's a little thin and pale and his eyes might freak someone out, but he's also very mature and incredibly aware of the limits of his situation while also maintaining hope and actively trying to solve stuff, which is just attractive in and of itself.

The Doc:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He's got a vibe. With the gray hair and the gray eyes and the glasses it's definitely a Look but he's also incredibly smart and empathetic and he's definitely a person to feel safe around. My introvert tuchus is mentally sitting in the same room as him without having to say a word.

Sir Dwarf:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Okay, he's not my type because he's definitely got a dad bod and he's, well, a dwarf, but he's got the physical ability to bench press me with one hand while folding steel with his other and I am not immune to that. Plus, he's the height of chivalric respect and there's very little I could ask beyond that.

Nik:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He's also not my type, but heaven knows that's not enough. Dark skin, dark eyes, the jaw, the confidence, the laid back attitude that tempers his bulging muscles, the smile. Weak for it.

A.T.:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He has the body of a 35 year old and the soul of Distinguished Gentleman. He's wise, thoughtful, and a legit snack. His eyes can see into your soul and his aggressively generous nature hides a surprisingly cunning side that would make me bite my lip if I saw it in person (if it wasn't directed at me)

Minor characters:

E. From D.:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He's definitely in the Distinguished Gentleman phase of life. He's rocking the gray hair, eye wrinkles, and his eyes are the sparkliest blue. I'm not there yet, but give me fifteen years and I will line up.

Emperor to Be:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

The curls. The lips. The nose. This man is a Greek statue in flesh. He's ambitious and aggressive and possessive, but he will take care of what is his and he is mine.

Haggard Mailman:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Okay, in my defense, he just. Didn't get the time that put into his design that other characters did, and instead of being "video game gorgeous" he's just a background character. Someone probably thinks he's cute or handsome, but he's pretty generic.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Roleswap AU Marcy and Grime have a different relationship from the one Grime and Sasha have in canon. In canon, Grime and Sasha are pretty much equals and rely on each other as such, with Sasha pulling him out of his depression and motivating him to pursue his evil goals.

In this AU, with Marcy on the run alongside him, Braddock and Percy, things are different. For starters, Marcy is a lot closer to Braddock and Percy than Sasha ever was. I'm bringing back the Marcy as a musical prodigy early concept because I think she could bond with Percy over that. She has this violin that she takes care of like it's her baby, in which she plays the openings of all her favorite animes (currently she's working on the version of Country Roads from Whispers of the Heart). Grime finds it infuriating, and one time, when she's having innocent fun with Percy and Braddock, he grabs her bow and breaks it in half.

This is like the third most traumatizing thing that's happened to her since landing in Amphibia. She goes very quiet and curls into a ball in the corner of the barn where they're hiding. She doesn't want to anger him more and risk losing her violin too.

Marcy hasn't gotten the opportunity to grow much in Amphibia like Sasha and Anne did. She's been kept prisoner and was then manipulated into helping the toads terrorize frogs. All she's done so far was regret her decision to bring them here and feel stupid. Her confidence is six feet under. She also hasn't received any training, never had access to sources to research the world of Amphibia, and never learned how to fight. She's a child. She feels more like a child than ever. Weak and stupid and useless.

Braddock and Percy scold the living hell out of Grime for treating a child (lost and scared and alone) like that. It's true that he's never thought of Marcy as a child before, what with her being so tall and the fact that he didn't know how to tell the difference between a juvenile and adult homo sapiens. He never had to deal with children before. Seeing her looking so uncharacteristically sad and quiet doesn't bring him joy. It's just sad. He decides to go into town and see if he can find a replacement, but all he can find are actual bows. They give him an idea, though. He comes back with one light yet long enough for Marcy, and tells her that, until he can find the kind of bow she needs, he'll teach her to use this one. This kid is going to get herself killed if her reaction to someone destroying her possesions is to sulk in the corner, and she's too smart to lose her to something stupid like that. She'll be his student now. Maybe then, when she's feeling stronger and more sure of herself, he'll be able to put her intelligence to good use, and he won't feel the weird need to check on her at night to see that she isn't crying, or to give her his parts of the rations without her realizing.

[elliezlils11utt]

Dom!abby x Reader

Content: abby Anderson finds you wondering around a wlf camp and punishes you. (Major smut)

Warnings: cussing, smut, pet names (doll, pretty girl) readers kind of a bitch, if I missed anything lmk!!

Proofread: definitely not😭🤞🏽

w/c: around 2k!

A/n: so this is my first actual smut fanfic. Um ever..? So if it’s bad that’s why. Probably a one-shot, bc I don’t see a reason to continue this. It’s kinda shitty☺️

You flutter your eyelids open, and look around. You attempt to rub your eyes trying to adjust your vision to see in the dark room before you, but are stoped. Confused, you squint your eyes to see your wrists are being restrained. They are tied tightly to the chair you’re sitting on. Where were you? Your eyes dart around the small room, as your heartbeat begins to speed up in worry.

Just then the door to the room flys open. A tall armed woman walks in locking eyes with you. She stands tall and approaches you slowly. She raises her gun directly at your head narrowing her eyes and begins to speak. “Who are you.” The woman said in a throaty voice.

You feather your eyebrows examining the woman trying to better understand the situation. Her voice was calm. She sounds unbothered. You in the other hand were fucking confused. “Why the fuck should I tell you?” You hiss back.

“Because I have a gun to your head” she said raising and eyebrow, forcing the gun closer to you. The tip of the pistol pushing against your forehead.

“Fuck you” you mumble, looking away. “My names y/n”

“I’m Abby. And you’re on my turf. Now back off, or I put a new air hole in your head” she demanded, lowering the gun a bit. What a fucking prick. You didn’t know where you were. You were lost, but you didn’t want to admit that to the powerful woman in front of you. It didn’t seem like you had a choice though. “It’s not like I fucking new I was on your turf, im lost”

“That sounds like a you problem” she replied, paying no mind to you as she wiped down her gun.

“Well yeah, no shit Sherlock. I’m not tryna start anything” Your say sincerely. Or as sincere as you could sound. Your sarcastic tone always seems to creep in when you’re trying to be serious. Abby put her gun back into her thigh pistol Hollister and turned her eyes to focus on you. Her eyes were sharp. Yet calming at the same time. Now that she was looking directly at you, you can’t help but notice her beautiful features. You take this moment to study every part of her.

“You’re not very smart for coming on this turf, you know?” Her sharp voice cuts through.

“I don’t wanna cause any trouble”

And even if you did, you definitely don’t wanna get on this girls bad side. That’s for sure.

“Good girl. Now why were you wondering around these parts anyways?” She questioned folding her arms against her chest.

Fuck. “Good girl.” Being called this felt like fucking heaven. But now was definitely not the time to be blushing about some random hot woman holding you hostage calling you “good girl.” It was just something about the way Abby held herself. She was so confident In her words and stance. It was so fucking attractive.

“Like I said. I’m lost. Me and my group split a couple days ago. I went off searching for them, saw the lights and thought they set up camp over here” you speak again. Trying to take your eyes off her muscular body.

Abby squints down at you. She clearly saw you blush. Fucking fuck. “How old are you y/n?” She asks.

“20 why?”

“You’re 20, and you blush at me calling you ‘good girl?’” She takes a step closer to you now, an eyebrow raised. Her hands still crossed.

“Fuck, I was hoping you didn’t see that.”

“I did.” She says, her voice still rough, But low. Abby takes another step forward and her hand reaches for something in her back pocket. She’s so close to you now. Why did you feel so attracted to her? She literally knocked you out and held a gun to your head. Yet you feel like she’s the hottest woman on the planet right now. You feel your heart begin to beat faster. She pulls a small pocket knife out and holds it in her hand. Her eyes still meeting yours as she cuts you free. Once she finished cutting the restraints off she leans even closer to you and begins to whisper into your ear “well now that I know your easily flustered, I’m going to take advantage of that” she muttered stepping back.

Your heart felt heavy when she said these words. Her face so close to yours. Your stomach had butterflies swirling around. And you begin to feel hot. Snap back to reality. You think.

“Fuck Abby. You make me nervous” you say laughing.

“I hope so” she moved a strand of hair away from your face and moved closer to you. You look up at her with shock and comfort.

“I’m blushing again aren’t I?”

She smirked again before reaching her hand out to touch your hair, softly playing with it.

“You are. Is that making you nervous..?”

“Yes.” You speak softly. A slight smile crawled across her face, as she leaned her face closer to yours, her lips almost touching yours.

“If I do this, you’re going to turn really red” she whispered before leaning in and kissing you, her lips gently brushing up against yours, before pulling away and looking at you. Her face still holding a smirk. “Your really red now”

You smile and look down at your feet. Trying to hide your red face before looking back up at her with a shy smile.

“There we go, you’re a mess now” she said In a seductive voice, before pulling your body to her, and kissing you again softly. This time her hands slowly moving down to your hips. Keeping the contact, and making the kiss more passionate. As she pulled away she looked at you again

“You know, you’re really not as tough as I thought you were” she said with a smirk.

“What can I say? I guess I have a soft spot for you Abby.” Her face turned a slight shade of pink as she was completely caught off guard for what you had said, but she smirked and shrugged it off.

“Well I’m glad I found your soft spot”

“Now look who’s the one blushing?” You say, teasing her a bit. Your body warm to her touch.

“Shut up.” she said sarcastically before leaning in for another kiss. Moving her hands to your hair, pulling you to sit on her lap. Her face an inch away from yours. “Is this okay..?” She asks, looking you in the eyes. You nodd eagerly. Abby’s wastes no time and locks lips with you again. Holding your face in her hand, she starts to place wet kisses down your jaw.

And A soft moan escapes your mouth as she starts to nibble up and down your Neck. “F-fuck” you groan. It’s been forever since you have been touched like this. It felt fucking amazing. “Someone’s sensitive.” Abby teases.

“Fuck you. Just keep going” you say laughing a little. Not caring if Abby was teasing you anymore. Abby listens and continues to leave marks down your neck. Slipping one of her hands up your shirt and slowly rubbing your waist. You wince at her touch and grab her arm. Sinking your long nails into her biceps. You softly grind your body against Abby’s. Your Jeans rubbing against your cunt getting wetter and wetter by the second. Fuck, you were so desperate.

Abby begins to unbutton your top. making sure to take her time undressing you. Wanting to take in this moment. She looking you in the eyes while she does this. Holding your waist close to her still. She removes your top to reveal a small grey sports bra badly big enough to keep your tits from poping out. She kisses down your neck again, this time going lower. she pulls up your sports bra and grabs your tits in her hands. Leaving sloppy kisses all down your collarbone. “Mhmm” you whine as she begins play with your sensitive nipples. Flicking, licking, and sucking on one. With the other one in her hand. Then she makes sure to give the other nipple the same love. You close your eyes and your back arches as you hold back moans. Holy shit. Was she good at this. She then picks you up off from on top of her at carry’s you over to the small bed in the room. You giggle a little. She’s now on top of your kissing down your abdomen, occasionally stoping to bite down and suck. She was marking you. While Rubbing her big hands down your long body her fingers slip into your pants waistband, feeling your soaked panties.

“you’re already wet, fuck.” She said raising her head from your now marked torso to look at you. Her fingers slide your underwear to the side, as she slowly traced your wet folds. You squirm, and whimper, wanting more. Your clit aching to be touched. Her other hand grabs your waist to hold you down so she can take her time with you. She liked watching you squirm around in pleaser from just a graze of what she could do for you. Her head dragged up to your face her mouth directly by your ear “you like that?”

Fuck, her voice was fucking everything.. “Mhhmm” is all you manage to spit out. You feel Abby’s fingers speeding up, gently grazing your clit.

“I’m going to need you to use your words, pretty girl.” She added. Nibbling on your ear and down your neck.

“F-Fuck, Abby yes yes.” You moan.

“More, please abby.” It wasn’t enough. Abby Hums in agreement and quickly slides one of her fingers in your dripping cunt. Leaving it there for a second so you can adjust to the new sensations. You let out a loud moan. Louder than you expected. Abby is quick to shove two of her fingers into your mouth. And you begin to suck on them, taking a hint.

“as much as I want to hear your pretty moans, we wouldn’t want ourselves getting caught now would we, doll?” She whispers into your ear as starts thrusting into of you, curling her fingers hitting the soft gooey spot inside just right. Your hands search for something to grab ahold on and settle for Abby’s braided hair that’s now nuzzled between your thighs. She removes her fingers from in your mouth and brings them down to Your thigh, ripping off your shorts and panties. hugging herself as close to her face as possible she begins to place kisses trailing down to your clit. Her fingers still keeping a steady pace inside you, she licks a fat stripe collecting the slick from your puffy folds.

“F-fuck Abby. Don’t stop.”

You whine, hips bucking into Abby face. The knot in your stomach growing larger.

“M’ so close”

Abby picks up the speed. Holding your stomach down to have better access to you. You try to warn Abby you’re going to cum, but only pornographic sounds leave your mouth. You come undone right on her face. Squealing, and squirming away from the pleasure. She slowly removes her digits from your swollen core, and gives your clit one last kiss before retrieving your panties and shorts from across the room. She slides them back onto you and plops down on the bed next to you. You’re still trying to recover from your orgasm when she places soft kisses on your forehead.

“You okay?”

She asks with a cocky grin. You look her in the eyes and nod with a fucked out look on your face. She just holds you for a while after and you eventually fall asleep in her arms.

Another a/n: I don’t know how to end smut fanfics, don’t come for me.😞

[maraudersidk]

Female percy weasley (persephone) is so good like trust guys.

THE DEPTH OF HER AND GINNYS RELATIONSHIP. Like its giving girl, so confusing.

Also her and molly because mother daughter relationships are heartbreaking.(that one scene from ladybird, the whole movie actually)

HER WANTING TO BE MINISTER OF MAGIC AS A WOMAN!!!!LIKE THE ANGST

Everything is better when its women. They make me sick.

ALSO HER AND OLIVER WOULD BE THE GIRL AND BOY PREFECTS😝😝😝. Like ok i see u. Rendezvous during their rounds 100%.

Also oliver would be prefect cuz he would be the only male gryffindor.

Also her leaving and having the fight with arthur would be 10x more angsty cuz thats his baby girl like she was his first daughter and she definitely was a daddys girl growing up-she wanted to work in the ministry and her dad alr did so.

Also i made up a gc that prefects and head girl/boys get their own private dorms and it has a little common room and her and oliver would sit there at night and talk (make out)

ALSO this is alr my hcs for male percy i just wanna clarify cuz it feels like if i dokt im making her into an object between them all but:

her and marcus having a cute little relationship in fourth year cuz she was tutoring him, him being nicer to oliver off the pitch cuz she asked, oliver watching them and trying to not let his jealousy show. Marcus being perse's first friend other than oliver (who she thought only hung out with her for charlie or because of her notes) him showing her how amazing and smart she really is and fighting any slytherins who made comments abt her hair or looks or clothes. Marcus building up her confidence🤍.

Them breaking up in fifth year (it was mutual no bad blood they're besties) she starts talking to a hufflpuff named daniel (OC) him being a prefect so oliver always has to deal with his presence and be hates it because as much as he tries he can't hate him because hes just so nice. Daniel noticing how oliver looks at her and seeing how she looks at oliver (she didnt realize yet) Daniel giving little hints to help her see her feelings. Him comforting her and being so understanding when she does.

THEN SIXTH YEAR HAPPENS *this one's a doozy* perse was planning on talling oliver her feelings at the beginning of the year (after about 100 letters from marcus and daniel hyping her up - marcus threatening to beat him up and daniel sayung she should get chocolates). BUT when she was about to talk to him when they got bsck to school she sees oliver accepting a date from a girl named Sophie (sephie-sophie, see what i did there) in the year below, her running away and ignoring oliver for as long as she can. Perse befriending roger davies and they decide on a no strings attached (daniel did not approve, marcus found it hilarious and asked to join). Oliver goes ok the date but ends up rambling about perse for most of it ("shes so smart", "her hair is so pretty", "shes so helpful with my quidditch plays") sophie trying to ignore it until she can't and confronts him about it at the end of the date. Oliver apologies like crazy and end up spilling the past six years to sophie (shes too nice for her own good). They end uo with a weird tension between them up until right before Christmas break they make up and give each other gifts (no confession yet). Atp roger is just perse's theapist and gives her advice while they slack off on rounds to sneak to the kitchen. Near the end of the year the stress of exams and just generally everything that happened that year and penny (roger introduced penny and perce and they're THAT duo) they end up blowing up on each other and cue angry love confession.

I don't have all of this thought out but this was a very very summurised version of what happened (theres sm more angst for perce😁) this was supposed to be a trans perce psot but turned into perciver. What can is say guys they have me in a chokehold.

I might talk more about this cuz shes consuming me and she's so me. Sorry for the rant🤷🏻‍♀️

[youmarin]

I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!

Word count: 5,462

Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)

Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes. 

You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock. 

Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate? 

“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board. 

“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim. 

“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”

“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.” 

“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.” 

“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.” 

“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up. 

“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.

“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”

“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.

“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.” 

“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised. 

“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least. 

“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.

“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly. 

“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?” 

“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious. 

“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.” 

“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.” 

“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.

“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back. 

“Oh.”  Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.

“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.” 

“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.” 

“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.

Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“

“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off. 

“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders. 

“Oh I know you two.” 

“Keeping tabs about us?” 

“Rather staying clear of you.” 

“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.” 

“I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly. 

Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him. 

“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?” 

“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.

“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat. 

“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him. 

“Nice job, dumbass.” 

You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up. 

“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them. 

“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly. 

“I don’t think the answers will be enough.”  Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.” 

You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?” 

“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel? 

“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly. 

“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.”  Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him. 

You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?” 

“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes. 

‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out. 

“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki. 

Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa. 

It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf. 

As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.

Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead. 

Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture. 

“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you. 

“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”  

“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him. 

“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room. 

“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath. 

“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette. 

Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?” 

“Nothing.” 

You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts. 

Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged. 

“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”

“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.” 

“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.” 

“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable. 

“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa. 

“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea. 

“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet. 

“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?” 

“Yes.” 

“And?” 

“And what?” 

He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.” 

Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment. 

“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face. 

“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.

“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.

 Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.” 

“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued. 

“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined. 

“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?” 

“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled. 

“So you dated?” 

“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.” 

“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation. 

“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?” 

“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”

*

Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights. 

Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow. 

Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same. 

He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something. 

You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?”  Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?” 

“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed. 

“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely. 

 “You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him. 

“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?”  you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?” 

“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.” 

“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.” 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.” 

“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.

“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.” 

“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.” 

“Jealous?” 

“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.” 

A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.” 

When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said. 

Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far. 

*

 It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school. 

“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce. 

“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.  

“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.

“They let you inside like that?” You signaled. 

“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?” 

“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?” 

“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head. 

You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders. 

“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?” 

“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.” 

When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously. 

*

One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone. 

“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.”  Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell. 

“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying. 

After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two. 

“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.”  Oikawa smacked himself on the face. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, just… Peachy.” 

“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you. 

He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”  

You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand. 

One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile. 

“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes. 

Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.” 

“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked. 

“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?” 

“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.” 

“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him. 

“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.” 

“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.”  You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea. 

“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“So you fell for her but she hates you?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.” 

“What if I don’t?” 

“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought. 

“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?” 

“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?” 

“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…” 

“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”

He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”

“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.

He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.” 

“Then what?” you said expectantly. 

“How about you and Makki?” 

“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him. 

“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully. 

“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.

“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed. 

“Neither are you.”  

“Thanks.”  . . . “But do you find him attractive?” 

“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.  

“Nothing. I was just asking.” 

“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”  

“Want me to ask him?” 

“No. What for?”  

*

Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.

“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…” 

“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.  

Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.” 

Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class. 

Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk. 

Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki 

You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. 

*

“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.

“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.” 

Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later. 

You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.” 

You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you. 

“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile. 

“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-” 

“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him. 

“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-” 

“Are you going out with someone?”  

You shook your head, “I-” 

“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?”  Love?  Then he looked over at the boys seriously. 

Sugawara snorted. 

“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”

“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought. 

“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”  

“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.” 

“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.

“Same thing I’m asking.” 

“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.”  which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit. 

“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room. 

“It’s not true!” 

“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man. 

“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.” 

“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered,  while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way.  His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides. 

“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?” 

“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”

part 2/2

A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin

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[thelittleadventuresofroo]

Roo has known for a very long time that she is secretly a little girl, even if her birth certificate says otherwise. At least some of the time, she is. How else do you explain why she loves plushies so much? And visiting the zoo and eating ice cream and having her hair brushed and put into pigtails?

She considers herself very lucky to have found Drakia, a tall, elegant lady with lithe hands that make her tummy flip and dark brown hair that’s so, so terribly soft Roo could almost cry. Drakia asked Roo to marry her 3 years ago, when Roo was 20 years old and halfway through getting her degree in early childhood psychology.

Roo never finished her degree, though. Drakia thought it was a better idea for Roo to quit school and focus more on the things that make her happy, like baking cupcakes with too many sprinkles and a part time job at the local bookstore.

Even though they have only been married for 3 years, Drakia has been Roo’s “mommy” for 3 and a half. It all happened by accident, really. But Roo can still remember the moment that it did so very, very clearly.

For every date they ever had, Drakia picked Roo up from her apartment. Back then, she had a sleek black car with a matching faux leather interior. It gave Roo butterflies to see her waiting outside, especially when she’d lean over from the drivers seat and open Roo’s door for her.

Drakia is taller than Roo, and when they’re in the car together that is abundantly clear. Drakia is a safe, smart driver, and she was back then, too. She was always carefully focused on the road, calm and assured under pressure. Roo always feels safe in the passenger seat of her car. And hot between her thighs.

One night, just a couple of months into their dating, Drakia parked to walk Roo to her door after their date. They hadn’t slept together yet because Roo was too nervous and shy. Not because she was a virgin, which she was not, but because Drakia was so beautiful and confident and Roo was so…Roo.

They were kissing, the tension between them hotter than the steamy July air. And considering they were in Florida, that was saying something. Roo’s hands tangled in Drakia’s hair, mussing her perfect pony. Drakia was more gentle, restrained.

Until she wasn’t.

Her light touch on Roo’s cheek and soft, tender kisses became a firm hold on her waist and an open, raw embrace of mouth that threatened Roo’s very state of consciousness. She gasped in shock before moaning, a soft, gentle sound.

“Mommy.”

Everything stopped. For a moment, the Earth stopped turning and so did time itself.

The kiss broke. Roo scorched from the inside out, her stomach churning.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, fumbling with the door handle. All she wanted—short of going back in time—was to get out of that car. It seemed to be closing in on her. One more second inside and she was sure she would suffocate. “Oh god, I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Her shaking fingers finally managed to grasp the handle—

Click.

Roo’s head whipped to see Drakia, who had just pressed the master lock, effectively trapping Roo inside. Her expression was possessive, at once calm and utterly dominating.

“You ask permission before you get out of the car, princess,” Drakia said lowly, not breaking eye contact. “Especially at nighttime. It’s not safe for little girls to be out wandering in the dark.”

Roo’s lips parted, heart squeezing.

“And you never, ever,” she whispered, closing the distance between them, “pull away from me when I am kissing you.”

It was a short, quick kiss that nonetheless left Roo unable to breathe.

Drakia shifted the car out of park into reverse, checking her mirrors as she backed out of the parking space. “Call your mom. Tell her you’re spending the night at your mommy’s.”

Roo gaped. “What?”

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to,” Drakia said, driving smoothly through the gates of the apartment complex. “But I am going to lick your pretty little pussy until “mommy” is the only name you have for me.”

Roo’s brain short-circuited. Drakia was always poised and polite up until that moment. Passionate, but never explicit.

“You’re,” Roo stammered. “Into this?”

Drakia braked at the stop sign, looking over at Roo. The streetlights danced across her light skin, her mahogany eyes bright with heat.

“I’m into you,” she said.

Back at her apartment, Drakia made good on her promise. Roo came more times than she could count, her legs shaking and tears streaming from her eyes as she cried out.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy.”

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 4x06 Little Green Men thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!)

[2 July '23]

Rom's so proud of Nog and I will always love watching him be proud

Nog running away from Kira's disapproval when she finds her springball racket XD

Watching the tooth sharpener be used makes me cringe... Aiii dentistry, I cannot

"Why do you need me?" "Because knowing our cousin, it's probably defective merchandise." "...I better have a look at it."

"I could take over the bar, and you could fly off into the great unknown never to return." It's funny how much Rom says things like this, but he'd be pretty bereft if it actually happened, I think.

"All I ask is a tall ship... and a load of contraband to fill her with." How many times has Quark heard someone reference that poem? But also I love it when that poem is referenced, the TOS feels <3

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather do nothing with than you." That is so cute, Nog!

"It's a going-away present!" Oh, Julian and Miles are sweethearts <3

"I'll walk you over to the airlock... it was a good spot..." "The best." This is almost romantic music playing over the two of them 😅

Rom's actually so smart. "Especially if we make a side trip to Orion on the way back home." Look at him go!

"I've always been smart, brother. I've just lacked self confidence." Perfect line is perfect.

"20% of the profits." Good on you Rom for finding that self-confidence! I love this new you!

"As a Starfleet cadet, it's my duty to report any violation of Federation law to my superiors immediately. But then again, I haven't been sworn in yet. I'll take ten percent." Love that he's still so Ferengi! And his confidence <3

"Doesn't this Gabriel Bell human look just like Captain Sisko ?" XD top notch reference

"Rom, you're a genius!" "You think so?" "How should I know?" XD

I love how much Nog has already learnt and remembered about hooman history

"Don't be an idiot. Nuclear fission doesn't happen within planetary atmospheres." "It does here. In the twentieth century humans used crude nuclear reactors as weapons. They called them atom bombs. They used to blow them up all the time." "They irradiated their own planet?" Oh, humanity ... :/ I do like when they portray us humans as the strange ones

Nurse Garland is a gem and I love her

"Gold is good." I thought gold was worthless and Latinum is the good bit?

"We know all about you. Baseball, root beer, darts, atom bombs." XD like the four things he knows about humans

"Nurse Garland, I'm having trouble with my ear again. Could you massage it some more?" Nog is shameless! This does make me uncomfy o.o

Ohhh, the dog's Odo, right?

Hehe yes!

Nog creating some big story is like whatever happens in season 6 with the Vorta? I can't really remember, but note for future Andi - when you rewatch that episode, remember this :P

"Who's he?" "My hero." Out of context you do NOT expect this to a genuine Quark and Odo quote.

Nurse Garland is very Edith Keeler, isn't she <3 That dream of a better future once humans face got to space... I'm sorry it won't be in your lifetime, my lovely.

This was such a lovely send-off episode for Nog (I know he comes back but still)

Also, did Odo really take *four weeks off* just to tail Quark?!

"This is all a misunderstanding. Rom, get me a lawyer." "I'll contact cousin Gaila. I'm sure he'll know a good one." Haha ROM

[mizukimahina]

He was so quiet.

And it worried her to the point that it unsettled her.

Not that he was a silent person; there was this- quiet confidence in him that silently spoke volumes for him. His back straight, shoulders back and his head never bowed, he always held himself with grace. There was a sparkle in his eyes that gave his face a radiant glow.

She couldn't believe it was that same guy who was hunched over his desk, his head hung low. Noticeable dark circles under his eyes contrasted heavily with the fairness of his smooth unblemished skin. Dull eyes stared unfocused at the whiteboard, tiredness making its presence known on his face.

She frowned. She wanted nothing more than to ask him what was troubling him.. but was it her place to even ask?

She had only spoken a few times with him. They weren't even full conversations, only to ask for help from him as she was the new class president representing the girls, and there was no other guy to represent the boys as of yet. He represented the boys for now because he was the best student in the class.

She shook her head lightly and turned towards the whiteboard again. But focus didn't come to her at all. His gloomy face haunted her thoughts.

She wouldn't have even looked at him if it wasn't for her friends who were talking about how down he looked. She always avoided looking at him if possible.

She couldn't let her heart slip away from her and to someone else like that.

Especially, not a guy who was her friend's crush.

No. She wasn't that low and shallow.

But her worry for him was genuine. She really did care. She couldn't ignore it when someone around her looked that dejected.

She stole glances at him throughout the whole period. His hunched-up frame was barely visible next to the tall guy sitting with his back straight and rigid.

"You should ask him what's wrong, Sara."

"What? No. It'll be weird if I go and ask him. The whole class probably knows that I have a crush on him, and it's impossible that he wouldn't know about it. Besides, you guys can go and talk with him. Y'all are pretty close anyway."

"Just because we make small talk in prefect meetings, doesn't mean we know each other that well."

"Should we all go and ask?"

"That sounds ok."

"How should we ask him? Should we go, 'Hey, Percy? What's wrong?'"

"I don't think that's very smart," she contributed to the conversation for the first time since it began. Tearing her eyes off his frame she looked at her friends' confused faces.

"What do you mean, Sana?"

"He probably doesn't even want to talk about his problems with anyone. Especially, with some girls he's barely friends with. Look how even his friends are even giving him space?" The girls turned on cue to look at him.

"-Exactly. Besides, he's probably in a lot of stress. We can't predict his mood. What if he lashes out all of a sudden? What if we make a scene? In the end, we'll be the girls who couldn't keep their noses out of others' business," she poured out all the thoughts that she had been keeping in herself for a while.

Her friends looked at each other.

"Damn, Sana. Being a psychiatrist really does suit you a lot."

"I want to be a counselor," Sana countered.

"Same thing," her friend shrugged.

"Maybe you should go and talk to him." She looked up, startled. Surprisingly, it was Sara who spoke.

"-You do know a lot about emotions and stuff. I mean, you even do therapy sessions for all of us!! If anyone can do it, it's you."

Her eyes widened, "ME?! Just because I did some therapy sessions for you guys doesn't mean I can just ask him about his problems like that! Besides, I know you guys and I don't know him that well."

"We literally became friends because you came and asked me what was bothering me when I found out Steve was cheating on me," Gorya drawled while squinting her eyes at Sana.

Okay. But that was one goddamn time.

"... the point is, Sana, you can and know how to talk with people and understand them better than others. Yeah, you do have anxiety issues, but can you really let a guy who looks literally fed up with life be like that?" Looking at Tia's face, Sana knew the girl had her cornered up.

Consequences be damned, she's going to talk to him.

"Can't you guys at least come for moral support?" She pleaded.

"We have to go to the office after school. We have cleaning duty today, and he will be in the classroom to tidy up the place. He usually does, and you do too, remember?" Tia raised her brows with a sly smile.

She sighed. She wasn't going to get out of this, was she?

She looked at her friends with a sigh, "...I'll do it."

Her friends high-fived each other, hit her on the back, and patted her.

"What's going on there?!" the teacher glared at them. Instantly, they settled down and started focusing on the lesson again.

'Thank you', Sara mouthed at her with a smile.

Sana nodded at her, returning her smile. She refused to be the reason for her friend's tears or the cause for her smile to disappear.

But, she wasn't going to let him look like a walking corpse too.

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[alliyah237130]

The power in telling a story comes from the ability to influence the listeners’ perspective, verbally and emotively. A single story can be heard many times from a range of sources. Literature and Media are often large culprits of this as newspapers, social media, and television are largely where consumers source their information. The danger in telling a single story is that it paints something as only one thing, over and over again, even if there are larger factors to the story. This is the case with certain stereotypes, such as the phrase ‘starving children in Africa’ which is often told by parents wanting their children to finish their plate, or even the gold coin donations they have at supermarket checkouts. There are children starving in all parts of the world yet why is Africa is painted as the source of all this? By repeatedly retelling the same single story, it becomes the definitive story.

The talk showed me how important it is as both the listener and storyteller to seek out all sides of the story. I’ve learnt that telling a story holds power over a persons opinion so I should include multiple perspectives as well as the good and bad. As the listener, I should take care to seek out information from multiple reliable sources, and even the main source, before forming a fully fledged opinion on the subject.

A few years ago when I was still in high school, there was one girl I had assumed was a real mean bitch. She was naturally gorgeous, slim, and had all the confidence the world could give her. She never paid attention in class and was often rude to teachers so I assumed she wasn’t that smart. It was only until year 13 when we got put in the same digital class and there was only 4 of us so we were forced to talk. She was nothing like I had initially thought. This girl was such a dork; I found out she went through a massive anime phase and was shocked to find out she had watched so much more than me, considering I had been watching since 11 years of age. I also found out that she was rude to teachers because, frankly, they were racist as fuck (she’s Māori but looks mixed) and I witnessed it first-hand. The most shocking of all was how she never looked down on her friends when it came to their looks, smarts, and hobbies, seeing as how they were a diverse group. They were nowhere near as pretty or tall as her but she would shower them with compliments and treat them all equally. Finding out all these different things made me realise there is so much more to people than you think—you just need to make the effort to find out. Of course, she’s still is a bitch, but some things you do get right.

This is a photo of us since we became friends (below)

[admiringlove]

[18:12]

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you can't believe it.

you're in love with your best friend. it's haunting, daunting, weirdly concerning and scary. you don't know how to explain the feeling other than love because you've been by his side your whole life. it feels like love. it's love, right?

you know it's love when you're alone with bokuto and he sort of just pops the question, "hey. did you or akaashi never crush on each other?"

you stopped talking for a split second. eyes brooding in thought and lips parted as you stop walking. the setter had taken a day off from school because he was sick that day, and it was just you and bokuto walking to the train station from school.

"um, no. i don't know, i haven't thought about him like that at all," you had mumbled, lightly scratching the side of your head as you caught up to the tall ace. he said "huh" in a weird tone, before continuing, "well i noticed something weird. i don't wanna say it if you'll be uncomfortable though."

"not at all," you had said. even though now you wish you really hadn't done that. because you let bokuto finish that train of thought. and that train stopped in your brain and never left.

"you and akaashi look at each other the way i look at my crush," bokuto said, "you know, weirdly staring at each other lovingly and stuff. it's weird, i told you."

and then you started noticing what the ace was talking about. you did look at keiji longingly. you looked at him as if he hung up every constellation created by the gods. you looked at him as if he was the most interesting person on the planet—even if he was complaining about the same thing he always does. you looked at akaashi keiji as if he was the most ethereal person you had ever come across, just because he was.

and then you realized it. you loved him. you had always loved him. from the first sandwich the two of you shared in kindergarten to the books you made each other read now. you loved him through the slits of the shelves in the library, where you could see him skimming through rows of books to find one to read. you loved him through the ways he would try to use english words while speaking japanese, because he would ace the pronunciation every single time. you loved him through the glass pane between your p.e class and his history lecture, where you could see him intently looking at the board and writing notes because it was his second favorite subject after english.

you loved him selflessly. because he wasn't ever yours to take. you'd always thought love was supposed to be tragic—which is exactly why you and keiji both loved shakespeare.

you also noticed that he doesn't look at you in the same way you look at him. maybe he did and you didn't see it. the only time you've seen him look like that; that being completely swooning and being embarrassed about the fact his eyes had turned into little hearts and those hearts made a spotlight over a certain someone.

and that certain someone was her.

you only happen to remember such a seemingly insignificant moment because that was the first time that you’d seen this notoriously stoic man blush. blush as if there's no tomorrow and he could just melt in this moment and replay it till the end of time.

you watched him. you watched him fall in love with someone new. slowly, you watched him realize that he was in love. slowly, you watched him break your heart into tiny little pieces without meaning to. slowly, you watched him ask her to be his girlfriend. slowly, you watched him disappear from your weekly movie nights, the arcades you went to. and the one you prayed he wouldn't disappear from—the slits in the bookshelves of the library.

and you couldn't possibly hate her. how could you? she was perfect. she is perfect. her bright hazel eyes compliment her black hair. her bangs bring out her perfect almond eyes more. her smile is so pretty that it even makes you swoon. she's smart, confident, witty, ambitious—and she's going places. she was basically an angel.

just like that, bokuto's words became meaningless. akaashi was never looking at you to begin with. it was always you. you, alone and longingly staring at him from afar. you, loving him from the bleachers. you, blushing to yourself at night as you thought of spending the rest of your life and eternity with him.

but then again, even if you did love him to the point where you would do anything for him, you never had the courage to tell him. if you had, the two of you wouldn't be in a snow globe where you're standing off to the side recording a video of him proposing marriage to her. if you had just said something—anything, he would probably look at you as if you hung the stars too. instead of kneeling front of her and showing her a small velvet box with a pretty diamond ring, he would be reading in bed with you as the two of you drank coffee or tea while complaining about shakespeare together. but alas, not all dreams come true.

you guess that akaashi keiji was always yours to love. he just wasn't yours to keep.

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[hnmcig]

TALL GF X SHORT BF

— 🍘 MIKEY; CHIFUYU; MITSUYA; NAOTO

— 🔖 taller!reader; fem!reader, has a few spoilers (like, their future jobs) from the manga but nothing major, NSFW - MDNI (all characters are 20+) > lingerie, overstimulation (f! receiving), doing it in their workplace, praising.

— 💡 “and she’s a few inches taller than me - if you care about this”

𓂅 MIKEY

being taller than mikey wasn’t exactly hard. even in his twenties he hadn’t passed the 5’3” (162cm) mark. there was a period on his teen years when it bothered him, but seeing as he was strong and feared by other gangs was enough to make him come to terms with being a short guy.

so he never hesitated to flirt with you, not caring at all that you’re clearly taller than him. however mikey did notice that you would get insecure about your height from time to time, and when he realized he was in love with you, he was determined to show you just how much he loved your tall self.

“m-mikey… ple-please… i can’t anymore.”

manjiro has kept you dog style for quite sometime now. he started by eating you out and then shoving a vibrator inside your already dripping pussy. just after you begged, he entered you, determined to make you cum a few more times.

“oh, what do you mean ‘you can’t’? thought you’re a tall girl”

“am’, but…aah”

“see, babe? doesn’t matter how much taller than me you are. i i’m still able to make you beg.”

𓂅 CHIFUYU

when he was younger, chifuyu went through a phase of insecurities - we wanted to be stronger and taller. but it soon passed and he learned to have more confidence. still, you managed to make him feel like a teenager again, constantly asking himself if he was enough.

you were the vet who worked in matsuno and hanemiya’s pet shop and chifuyu knew from the beginning you were out of his league - and kazutora and takemichi agreed with him - you weren’t only gorgeous, but smart and gentle and funny and tall…

and pretty much chifuyu dream girl.

but chifuyu had liked tall girls before, in high school, and all of them rejected his confession because they “liked tall guys better”.

because of all of this, you can only imagine how surprised he was when he got in the pet earlier on a friday morning and heard you talking on your phone in the rest area.

“hina, are you sure takemitchi said that? i mean… i’m taller than him, don’t think chifuyu would rather a more petite girl…”

“of course not” the black haired man screamed, almost giving you a heart attack since you thought you were all by yourself in the shop.

“i-i have to hang up, hina. bye”

now you were both standing, facing each other, a few steps apart. you could feel your cheeks burning as you looked at anything but matsuno’s face, trying to come up with an excuse.

chifuyu sighed, gathering up courage to walk to you, forcing you to take steps behind until your back hitted the wall.

you opened your mouth to apologize, but were speechless as chifuyu placed both of his hands on the wall behind you, caging you.

you had to look down to make eye contact as he looked up - and it made your heart skip a beat.

“what did i do to make you think i’m not on my knees for? i don’t fucking care about your height”

“it’s just…”

“it’s just…?”

“i thought you would like a more… delicate girl.” you hesitated before saying the world

chifuyu broke eye contact, sighing again as if he was giving up. you didn’t had time to misinterpretation his actions since he was now getting on his knees before you, his hands holding your waist, bringing it closer to his face.

“i guess i’ll just have to show you that your height doesn’t make you any less delicate.”

𓂅 MITSUYA

mitsuya knew you sometimes felt insecure about your height, but he didn’t always understood why, since he worked with many models who were even taller than you and walked around as if they owned the world.

so he asked you to come to his studio with a whole plan on his mind - and a new set of lingerie on his working table.

“takashi…”

“yes, darling?”

“what’s this?”

“the set i want you to try on. for me”

“i know, it’s just… you don’t usually do lingerie”

“it’s my first try, it’s true” he said, getting closer behind you and putting the bra piece over your clothed boobs “but you inspired me to do it and then i thought: ‘who better to test it than the muse herself?’”

you opened your mouth to complain but mitsuya was already guiding you to the changing space he had in his studio.

“now, darling, when you get out i want to do try doing a little catwalk for me, ok?”

“i-i… hm, sure”

and you did the little catwalk, even if your cheeks were burning - you had watched hakkai and other models who worked with your boyfriend enough to have some idea of how to it right. and you must have really rocked the outfit if mitsuya takashi, one of the most composed man you knew, could barely wait for you to come back to him before holding your hips to his and tilting his head up to reach you lips.

“i knew you would look good… just didn’t thought it would be this good” he said against your mouth while trying to take the lingerie of “you’re so hot walking around here as if own the place…” he then stop what he was doing to hold your face, making you do eye contact with him “please, never let anyone or anything make you feel like you’re less than a goddess”

𓂅 NAOTO

naoto wasn’t good with worlds. so even when you opened about your insecurities towards your height- which wasn’t new information for him at all (he was a detective by the end of the day) - the younger tachibana had no idea how to comfort you. in his nervous state, he only pated you on the shoulder and said you have nice legs.

naoto knew he hadn’t exactly sad the right thing by the way your sad expression changed to one utterly confusion with slight disappointment. and before he could fix it, you where the changing the subject. and naoto allowed you to do it - his second mistake -, in hopes to save your date night.

and even if he knew he acted like a 14 year old with his first girlfriend, he couldn’t help but feel the embarrassment all over again as he opened up to his sister in their weekly lunch. hinata was nice and would always give him advice - but she wasn’t nice enough to hide that the thought his embarrassment was funny.

“i hope you know that just because she’s your fiancé you don’t need to praise her anymore. even more if she’s feeling insecure about something she has absolute no control over.”

and that’s basically what motivated him to not get any extra hour that day, so he could get home and have time with you.

you were caught of guard at first, not expecting to see your husband with his sleeves rolled up and that smug grin you loved when you got home.

and as one thing led to another, you thought he couldn’t surprise you even more as he made you sit on your shared bed, already naked while he was still fully dressed - claiming this night as about you. however, naoto then got on his knees before you, holding one of your legs up by your knee and heel, he kissed it as he whispered (actual) praises.

“just want you to know… you’re a goddess… towering over me or not”

[merryfortune]

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Written for the Choco Box Challenge with a Femslash February flavour

Prompt: Midnight Snacks

Title: Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Ship: Fairytaleshipping | Mieru/Mikiyo

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,449

Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Crushes

   Mieru didn’t really get the expression, “Life is like a box of chocolates.”

   Every box of chocolates that she had ever delightfully indulged in, it came in a box. What a shocker. Moreover, said box had all sorts of information on how to identify the different chocolates inside of it. Whether it was colour coded foils or the actual shapes and decorations of the chocolates themselves, well, she always knew exactly what she was getting out of a box of chocolates.

   She didn’t even need to use her extra-sensory perceptions to work out exactly what she was getting. If she wanted dark chocolate with a raspberry cream centre, too easy.

   So yes. It seemed like a rather ineffectual expression to Mieru, especially to symbolise how chaotic and unpredictable life could be. A much better expression, in Mieru’s experience would be… Life was like a building that stood tall until a monster smashed through it unexpectedly. 

   Well a monster, or a fiend, or a dragon. Something like that. To her, that seemed much more fitting of an expression and much closer within the realms of what Mieru had never predicted, even with her talents and aptitudes in the psychic field. 

   To her, that best symbolised, that which she could not foresee. That put pressure on the bounds and perimeters of what Mieru believed constituted reality. Before that moment in which Zarc awakened within her darling, Mieru thought she was a master of all which was and was not possible. 

   Apparently not.

   It was a good vaccine against arrogance, even if it had shaken her and it wasn’t a dosage that she had wanted, let alone asked for. But pride always comes before a fall, this would be good or better for her in the long run. That’s what she was trying to convince herself, anyway. She just needed to build up her confidence again after a literally earth shattering revelation at a time.

   One chocolate at a time.

   Mikiyo had been so kind as to bring a box around. Even if it was late at night because Mieru had been desperate and phoned Mikiyo’s parents on the landline and they had allowed her to come around. She was a good friend. No, Mikiyo was an excellent and wonderful friend, actually. Mieru’s first, and truth be told, only friend. Having a reputation as a teacher’s pet made her kind of disliked, as much as it made her very admired in her school.

   Elementary school seemed so much easier in hindsight, Mieru sighed. She had an excellent memory and so remembered the days she struggled with tests clearly, the days when the other children had bullied her for her abilities, and the general drama that comes with putting too many children in the same place. 

   Moreover, she pined for the days when she and Mikiyo were inseparable, she had always been by Mieru’s side, never making fun of her and never milking her too far for her talents, either. They both dreamt of starlight, though. However the stars they both had in their eyes, they differed slightly. Mieru wanted to study the constellations, Mikiyo wanted join them as a starlet. They seemed destined to split until then, they were holed up in Mieru’s bedroom, like they were kids on a playdate. 

   “My readings have been off ever since that day.” Mieru confessed. “It makes me feel useless if I don’t have this thing. I’m not book smart, I’m not tall and pretty. But I have this. I had… this.”

   “Oh, dearie.” Mikiyo emphasised.

   “The world’s changed and I think that change took everything I took for granted with it.” Mieru worried.

   She drew in closer to herself. She turned into a little ball, propped up by frilly pillows behind her, she put her chin over her tucked up knees. Mikiyo reached for her and stroked her leg.

   “You're being too hard on yourself, possum.” Mikiyo consoled her. “C’mon, do me a reading. Right here and now. My usual spread, please.”

   “I’m really not in the mood.” Mieru said.

   She turned her head to the side, to face the wall. A deliberate choice for if she had turned her head to the right, she would have to reckon with the deck of Arcana Force cards on her bedside table. She had never realised it before but the strands of her psychic ability, she had heard of them, once upon a time, the Duel Monsters who were alive and well inside her decks. 

   She couldn’t hear them if she didn’t look at them but Mieru hadn’t heard them for a couple days.

   “You never turn down a reading.” Mikiyo pouted, “Come on. Just one little reading. Don’t even bother with your cards if you don’t want, er, uh, I know! Here.”

   Mikiyo shoved the box of chocolates that she had bought Mieru closer to her. 

   “Tell me my fortune based on what flavour you get me.” Mikiyo said.

   “Huh? What? Chocomancy? But I’ve never done food based divination, you know I prefer cards and crystals.” Mieru pouted.

   She had to face Mikiyo to glare at her but Mikiyo just smiled. It was bright, like the suns, like the stars, and it made Mieru melt.

   “That’s exactly the point.” Mikiyo said. “Doing something different always get me out of a rut. If I can’t do drama, I do comedy, if I can’t do comedy, I do horror, if I can’t do horror, I do drama. Voila. Now try it.” She made the box of chocolates rattle and shuffle inside the box.

   “Alright.” Mieru said.

   Mikiyo opened it in a way that Mieru couldn’t see the colour codings on the inside panel of the lid. Mieru shyly poked her hand past the cardboard and she found herself trembling. She didn’t know why.

   She had never liked nor understood the expression life was like a box of chocolates… until now. Until a monster had wrecked the worlds. Yes, worlds, plural, that was also quite shocking to learn, not that it mattered now that there was well and truly one.

   Mieru took a breath and… she drew.

   She pinched a foiled chocolate between her fingers and pulled it from the box. She smiled. She hadn’t known what she was going to get but somehow, she was not surprised by the pink and white foil on this treat. She knew exactly what it symbolised: both in flavour and in terms of Mikiyo’s future.

   “White chocolate and strawberry cream.” Mieru said. 

   Mikiyo placed down the box in her lap so she could applaud Mieru. She grinned, eager. “What does it mean? What does it mean?” she asked, eyes gleaming.

   “White chocolate symbolises artistic decisions and creativity, it warns again double-crossing commitments. Make strong decisions and stick to them! As for the strawberry cream, it represents purity and abundance. Together, this sweet symbolises a short-term future in which you will do very well in your professional life, so long as you keep it that. Professional. And you will be well received for your strawberry style if you adhere to white chocolate’s reading.”

   “Wonderful, thank you very much.” Mikiyo said.

   “You're welcome.” Mieru said, embarrassed, in a small voice and she gave Mikiyo the chocolate.

   “Yum.” Mikiyo chirped to herself and then she opened the box again. “And one for you as well.” 

   She rummaged around at random and gave her a chocolate she didn’t double check the flavour of against the pictures on the inside of the box’s lid. She didn’t even ask Mieru if it was a flavour that she even liked. She simply handed over a purple foiled chocolate with a smile.

   “Thank you.” Mieru said.

   It was pure milk chocolate, she discovered when she unwrapped it. She stole glances at Mikiyo as she, too, unwrapped her white chocolate and strawberry cream treat. Mieru felt her heart skip a beat and she heard it again. The whispering of her Duel Monsters, the thrum of aural energy around her, all the vibrations of the world were becoming known to her once more.

   Milk chocolate, Mieru mused to herself as she let it melt in her mouth, innocence and childhood. The comfort of the familiar and she couldn’t help but allow her thoughts to grow rosy as her gaze softly fell upon the oblivious Mikiyo.

   Mieru had chosen not to foresee, or even check the chocolate box, when Mikiyo had handed her that foiled chocolate and so, she hadn’t expected to receive a piece of milk chocolate. So maybe life really was as destructive as an unknown creature wreaking havoc on all she knew just as much as it was the quiet pleasure of eating chocolates with her crush at midnight. 

[borrovved]

warned you p.sh

pairing: tutor!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: smut, but at most suggestive for now

wc: 3k

warnings: mature content, cursing, mentions of erection, mentions of casual sex, y/n saying she’s screwing someone’s dad but she doesn’t lmfao

synopsis: y/n needs to pass calculus, and sunghoon needs to get laid

part 1/???

You were going to your snobby and strict private school, just walking to the beat of Sunmi blasting in your headphones. The pigtails got in the way of the headphones but you made it work. You were aiming for the cutesy innocent look today, regardless of if your whole grade thought you were some harlot. You’d rather call yourself a femme fatale, but what you’re really trying to reclaim as a raging bratty feminist is a bimbo.

Bimbos definitely need to keep their head up high with confidence, but seeing the latest AP calculus quiz on your desk with its 37% marked in red severely irked you in that it made you feel dumb, and not the good kind, the very small and insignificant kind. Bimbos don’t like feeling like that. You twirled your pigtail in your hand and tried to keep a neutral expression, holding in the heavy sigh you so badly need to exhale out. That’s when you heard it.

“How did she manage to score that low?” someone snickered.

“All that time spent on her back and not at a desk really paid off.” another person snickered. You really wanted to say you’ve actually got railed by their dad on his desk and that you’re quite adaptable on where you do it, but you didn’t wake up and choose violence today...and plus the teacher would’ve sent you to the office. Giving them attention would just fuel the fire that you can’t put out when you’re up against slut shaming vermin when you’re only a team of one. The bell rang, signaling your next class and before you were able to stand up and go, you were asked to stay for a few minutes afterwards along with someone else. That someone else being Park Sunghoon. You and Sunghoon walked to the desk of your teacher and stood before her.

“Now Y/N, I know that you haven’t been doing well in class so I decided to pair you up with Sunghoon as your tutor. I feel as though you would have great improvement after a few study sessions, considering big chapters are coming up to wrap up the semester, and now is the best time more than ever to get some aid that I can’t provide.” You peek over to Sunghoon and he glances at you briefly before looking back at the teacher.

“Is this mandatory?” you ask.

“If you want to pass this class, I strongly recommend that you let him help you. An alternative explanation could help.” You really had no other choice but to nod your head yes and go along with it.

“Good. Now that both of you are informed, hurry along before you’re late to your next class.” After both of you scurry out of the room, you walk ahead to your next class and feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon, but you already knew that.” he says awkwardly while he hands you a post it note in neat handwriting. You eye it, then look up.

“You’re giving me your number?” you ask. He nods.

“Texting is the most efficient way to communicate with me since I have ice skating practice and student council related things to do.” he iterates. Before you even say a word, Sunghoon is already off to his next class, but you don’t miss the way he turns around to wave at you and yells “Text me!” in the hallway. You’ve gotten many stares before, from the way you carry yourself and from the way you purposely pull your uniform skirt higher because you think it would look best as a mini skirt, but this time, you heard whispers.

“Why is he talking to her?”

“Must be doing charity work.”

You smile. You can’t wait to tell your best friend Sunoo what just happened at lunch.

-

“The ice prince is doing what now?” Sunoo says with fruit gummies in his mouth.

“He’s helping me with calculus. And gave me his number.” you say while grabbing for a piece of candy to which Sunoo lets you grab a few.

“So…what’s the plan here?” Sunoo says with an eyebrow raised.

“I’ll text him right now and have some fun.”

“You whore! What do you mean have some fun?” Sunoo asked not subtly with his booming voice.

You roll your eyes. “You know the drill. I think he’s an easy target. I’ll be my cute charming self and see what happens.”

“You mean you’ll be a man eater and devour that poor innocent boy whole?” 

“You know me so well.” you say, grinning ear to ear. You whip out your phone and compose a text.

You: Hey Sunghoon, it’s Y/N, are you free after school today?

Unknown: Hey, and yes. Where would you like to study?

You: I’m more comfortable at my house where there’s less distractions. The library is too quiet for me and I like some white noise.

Sunoo peeks over your shoulder and says, “He responds fast.”

You smile, “Right?”

You start typing right away, but notice the three dots before you get to send anything.

Unknown: Sounds good, I’ll meet you after school :)

Sunoo gasps. “A smiley? A smiley!” You giggle at his reaction.

“It’s just an emoticon silly.” you say.

“It’s going to be water droplets and eggplants soon though.” Sunoo said in a sing song voice. You can’t help but laugh at your easily giddy best friend. You had big, big plans to get your prey, and you were going to have your fun in the process of passing calculus while you’re at it.

-

English literature wasn’t the most fun class in the world with talking about MacBeth and all, however, the fun part was daydreaming about Sunghoon. You have fancied the boy for the longest time casually but thought he was a little too vanilla for you. And you don’t like admitting it, a little too good for you with being a smart hardworking boy with his head on steady shoulders while yours just bobbled to whatever. Anyhow, you needed danger. A little spice, and everything delectably nice. He didn’t seem the type to be rough enough.

He was however tall, lean, and achingly adorable. Handsomely crafted, so soft spoken, and knew when to shut up unlike every boy you’ve slept with thus far. He’s a nice target. 

The bell rang, and you were quite surprised to see Sunghoon standing by your locker while you’re on your way there.

“Sunghoon!” you say cheerfully, making sure there was a bounce in your step, very glad you’re not wearing a bra today. For some reason the air conditioning wasn’t working today at school so you used this as an excuse to unbutton a few buttons earlier on your white crisp button up. You can see very clearly Sunghoon gulp and you can’t help but do your eye smile at this, and he does a soft grin in return.

“How did you figure out where my locker was?” you say as you tilt your head. Sunghoon couldn’t help but think the simple gesture of a head tilt was so charming. 

He shrugs. “I was going to text you but I knew you would be in class, so I looked at some documents to find out which locker it was. You know, student council perks.” 

“Ah.”

“Please don’t find it creepy.”

“I won’t, you dork.” You bend over to reach your locker since it was on the bottom row. Sunghoon stepped aside to let you open your locker, and his breath hitches in his throat. Seeing the back of your thighs in a skirt that was hiked up higher than it was supposed to was bewitching. He felt like he was in a trance and lingered his eyes on your legs for quite a while. Your skirt was just at the edge of the curvature of your ass, leaving some to the imagination but not much. You knew exactly what you were doing. You had many cheap tricks up your sleeve, and you were going to use them to your advantage. You could practically feel his gaze on you and you can’t help but smirk as you grab your calculus textbook along with your pencil bag, still bent over taking your time putting the items in your backpack. Sunghoon knows he has to stop staring or otherwise this won’t look good for him.

“Ready to go?” you say with a smile. It takes a moment for him to process what just happened and he’s all the while wondering how did your legs not hurt when you didn’t crouch to the ground all the way.

“Of course.”

-

The walk to your home was pleasant, you looked down at your shoes often and Sunghoon mapped out what sections you two were to go over in the textbook, including the homework that was assigned today. You asked him how his classes went and he responded after pausing to mull over his thoughts.

“It’s okay. Nothing exciting happened other than right now.” he says, looking at you while giving you his undivided attention. You can’t help but admire the beauty that is Sunghoon. His soft looking hair that frames his face nicely and the way he has his hands shoved into the pockets of his uniform slacks make him look so boyishly handsome and breathtaking.

It takes a moment for you to respond. “What about right now is so exciting?”

He gently smiles and looks away from you. “I don’t tutor people often. Every once in a while I get asked to help students about a few things but never really spend enough time with them to consider it tutoring. And the change of pace on how I manage my time is much needed. I don’t interact with different people often, so this is...nice.”

Your heart races as the clouds take over the blue sky slowly. You notice just how pretty the cute moles on his face are as your gaze lingers on them for a bit. He does that stupid charming smile that makes you giddy and you blush, picking up the pace. You start turning while walking backwards just to give him your undivided attention.

“We should walk faster, Sunghoon. It might start drizzling.”

-

Both of you entered your home and took your shoes off at the front door. Sunghoon took a quick glance at your home, to which he said “this is a cozy house.” You tell him your bedroom is the coziest spot in the house, and let him trail behind you as you go up the stairs, and he doesn’t miss the way your pretty and dainty hand smooths over the railing as you walk up. Entering your room, he noticed the pink canopy bed right away, and the pink heart shaped pillow on it. There were so many details in just one spot, with the floral comforter and lights attached to the tulle. It was pretty and graceful. Light and airy. Soft.

“You can sit on the bed. Let me get changed out of this uniform, it’s so hot in this blazer.” you say as you start to strip in front of your closet, looking away from Sunghoon. Now, Sunghoon doesn’t see himself as a pervert, so therefore, when he noticed you unbuttoning your white button up and could only see the smoothness of your back and notice there was no bra in sight, his cheeks flushed. He quickly turned the other cheek and looked anywhere else but you. Unfortunately, perhaps fortunately, you had a full length mirror with fake pink roses running along its sides across your room. Sunghoon tried really, really hard to look at the curve of the pink petals and not at the curve of your breasts when you turned to the side slightly, but he failed so horribly. He could see himself and his cheeks were beet red. The bulge in his pants was so noticeable too. He quickly placed his backpack on his lap and winced at how heavy it was against him. Why did that kinda feel good?

You turn around wearing your school uniform skirt still but this time with a bright red crop top and of course, no bra. Sunghoon is dying and he can’t help but stare at how prominent your nipples are through the thin material. You take the pigtails down and he loves the way your hair cascades down your shoulders once it’s out of its confines of a scrunchie. He blinks once, twice, many times. Maybe if he sees only the back of his eyelids long enough he will stop picturing you naked. It doesn’t work, and you just stand with your hands on your hips and a lilt to your voice.

“Are you thirsty?” you say sweetly, knowing your tricks are working.

“Uh, y-yeah. Do you have water? Can I have water please?” Sunghoon is so precious.

“Of course you can.”

-

You really are a chintzy whore at best. Your excuse for not sitting at the desk of your room to study was that there was only one comfy study chair, and that you didn’t feel like bringing the dining room chair upstairs. That’s understandable, right? You could’ve however used the chair at your vanity, but that’s just a padded stool with no back to it. Wouldn’t want you or Sunghoon to forget and lean back too far and fall to your doom. So you told Sunghoon that you would rather study in your bed.

You played a little playlist in the background, something mellow and soft and not too distracting. Every once in a while Sunghoon will ask what song it is, and you respond with a chipper in your voice.

“Oh, this one is Sex and Sadness by Madi Sipes and the Painted Blue!”

“That’s one hell of a title.” he chuckles.

“It sure is. The lyrics are so...pretty? I can’t put it into words. The part where it talks about ‘stained glass loved lace’ gets me every time. And ‘whispering words into the singer’s skin.’ It’s romantic.” Sunghoon notices how there’s a certain dazzling feature in your eyes as you talk about the song. He wants to stare in your eyes, but alas you have to finish this one problem. Sunghoon prioritizes responsibilities over such silly, frivolous things that only he notices.

“So tell me how you’re going to solve this problem.” Sunghoon says swiftly while grabbing the glass of water on your nightstand.

You stare at the problem and try your best to concentrate. You really do. But you can’t help the way Sunghoon’s hand looks lazily placed on his thigh. Without much thought, you trace a finger on the back of his hand and say, “Your hands are so veiny.”

“Y/N.”

“And big.”

Well that’s a first, Sunghoon thinks. He knows he’a good looking, a bunch of girls swoon over him at school and at the rink all the time. The most common compliment he gets is on his eyes, and maybe hair, but not on his hands of all things. You’re fascinated by them, and you won’t stop tracing along the veins. Your touch sets his skin ablaze, and it doesn’t seem like you’re finishing this problem any time soon.

“Let’s take a break. I think you’re getting distracted because your brain is all fried.” Sunghoon says softly, still letting you continue playing with his hand.

“I’m getting distracted because I have a pretty boy in my bed.” you giggle. You finally look up and see how pink his cheeks are from blushing.

He starts to stammer “You’re the one that wants to study in your bed!” His voice is a little pitched and you can’t contain your laughs. 

“Do you want to move to the desk then?” you ask.

He shakes his head and mumbles a “no.” A few moments pass and you almost didn’t hear what he says next because it’s under his breath.

“I’ve never been called pretty before.”

“Gasp.” you say, lightheartedly.

“No but like, I’ve been called handsome, smart, a little weird, but not pretty.” Sunghoon replies. A moment of silence passed, and you started to ponder.

“There’s a song called Pretty Boy in my playlist somewhere.”

You go over to your laptop and click on The Neighbourhood song. You sway your hips gently and get lost into the music. Sunghoon just gazes at you as you move along to the steady pulse of the music and let the melodies feel you instead of the other way around. You do a little twirl and waltze your way to your bed, grabbing his hand.

“Dance with me.”

He obliged, wordlessly.

He takes in the words of the lyrics and closes his eyes. If he can’t see how close he is to you right now, it feels less real. It feels less scary. Not that you’re scary, Sunghoon doesn’t think girls with pink heart shaped pillows are scary. What’s scary is you laughing at his boner because he hasn’t been this close to a girl before since a random winter formal he had in grade school. The girl wasn’t all that nice since she dipped to dance with his friend. You’re much softer and nice. More delicate. You even smell nicer. God, your little hands enclosed together behind his neck and his big hands on your waist feels too good to be true. He can feel your gaze on him.

“Sunghoon, open your eyes.” He does, and his breath hitches and you look down, because you definitely feel something poking you and it wasn’t there before.

“I have to go, I have a curfew and it’s getting late, I’ll walk myself out.”

“Sunghoon I can at least walk you down-“

“No, seriously. I can go by myself. Thank you though.”

He’s so wide eyed and his cheeks are so rosy and he dashes away like his life depends on it. And you didn’t even get to kiss him.