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Itâs very snowy, Eddie better be careful delivering mailâŠ
(In the first picture, since itâs hard to read, Frank is saying âHappy Hanukkahâ and Howdy is saying âMerry Christmasâ and their exclamations are colliding, so they just go with âHappy Holidaysâ instead)
#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home arg#welcome home puppet arg#howdy pillar#barnaby b beagle#frank frankly#eddie dear#julie joyful#sally starlet#oh yeah ignore the random note at the top that says âfragile masculinityâ#I usually write down funny things that happen in class#one of the kids in English called a book character a loser for not wanting to fight#The English teacher went âthat tells more about your fragile masculinity than it does about the book character's personalityâ#he's the best english teacher to deal with highschoolers lol#also Barnaby and Howdy are more fluffy because winter coat#and Sally is a bit more fluffed because#i say so#happy holidays#WAIT POPPY'S HERE TOO SORRY POPPY#poppy partridge#AND SUNNY#sunny welcome home#sunny songbird#my art#pawfulofdoodles
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Need you to continue Best Friend! Fred please⊠PLEASE⊠I am begging on my knees⊠You write so well⊠I will be waiting right here⊠Oh how I yearn for Best Friend! FredâŠ
Merry Christmas sluts â€ïž
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Bestfriend!Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex pt 2
summary: its the day after you asked Fred to teach you about sex, and he's keeping up on his promise.
warnings: smut, cursing
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It wasnât unusual for you to think about Fred first thing in the morning. You often walked to breakfast with the twins and saw him within your classes on a daily basis. But it was unusual to wake up with your panties completely soaked while thinking about him. Was this something that happened the morning after, or did you just not shower well enough after last night?
Either way, you ended up taking a very cold shower before breakfast. By the time you came down to the common room, Fred and George were waiting by the couches. Fred smiled as he watched you come down the stairs.
âGood morning, lovely,â Fred said as you approached them. He pulled you under his arms as the three of you started towards the exit.
âGood morning,â you smiled, happy to start another day by your best friends side.
âWhat am I, a flobberworm?â George scoffed sarcastically from behind. You rolled your eyes playfully and looked back at him.
âGood morning to you too, George,â you teased, walking through the portrait hole. The day seemed much brighter in the halls, and it looked surprisingly nice out. The three of you walked into the Great Hall and sat down where you normally did, next to Hermione usually at this time of the morning.
"Good morning," she chirped, her head buried in a book.
âMorning, Hermione,â you greeted, taking a seat.
âWhatcha reading there?â The twins sat on the other side of the table.
âAncient Uses of Mystic Herbs,â she replied, sitting up straighter and flipping her book up to show the cover. âTrying to find something that could help Harry.â You hummed in interest as Hermione sank back into her book. George pulled out a paper and began writing at the bottom.
"Whatâs that?" you asked, buttering your toast. George smirked and gave you a funny look.
"The Herbology assignment that's due today?" George said questioningly, raising his brows at you. Your brows shot up in response as you remembered the blank paper in your bag.
"I completely forgot about that assignment," you gasped. "Fred, can I please, please copy yours?" You pleaded, sticking your bottom lip out in persuasion. He shot you back an amused look as he gathered sausages onto his plate.
"Y/N, you're usually such a good student,â he teased, shaking his head at you in disapproval. âWere you distracted yesterday?â You sharpened your eyes at him and he laughed, passing you his paper. You felt your cheeks heat up. At least he was letting you copy off of him.
"You're too nice to her, Freddie," George joked, shaking his head at him.
"Ah, it's the least I can do for my best friend," Freddie grinned, leaning over the table to pinch your cheek. You batted his head away and started furiously copying his work, ignoring George laughing at you. As you copied his work, he filled your mug with tea. Earl grey with a dash of cream, just the way you liked it. By the time breakfast was over, you had finished the assignment and were off to your first class of the day.
The day dragged on per usual. In Herbology, Fred and George rubbed sneezewart on the observation sheets causing multiple students to rush out of class in a fit. You had a few classes without Fred and George, and Ancient Runes was your final class for the day. You stared out the window as dull clouds began to roll in from the forest. You tried to pay attention to Professor Babbling, but her droning voice quickly became background noise. The clouds came in closer to the castle, the sound of thunder rumbling through the windows. Rain storms always made you feel cozy, and you wished class would end so you could curl up in your favorite jumper. It was Fredâs Gryffindor sweatshirt and the memory of its smell reminded you of yesterday. His skin had been so close to you, and while it was comforting, there was something else. A want, a yearning to just press your hips against his. Your head snapped away from the window as your peers began to gather their belongings. You began to do the same, noting the slickness between your thighs. There it was again. You needed to find Fred and ask him what you should do about it. Was it pathetic that you knew virtually nothing about sex? You slung your bag over your shoulder and left the classroom, moving hastily towards Gryffindor. You knew Fred wouldnât judge you and would actually teach you, thatâs why you had asked him in the first place. But would he pity you for barely knowing anything at all?
By the time you got to the tower, it was pouring outside. There was the usual chatter and rough housing in the common room, but your failure to spot Fred had you climbing the stairs to his dorm. You were frustrated and cold and you just wanted to be near your best friend.
When you opened the door after a hurried knock, you were happy to see only Fred in the room. He was laying on his bed reading his book.
"Hi Y/N," he greeted, looking up from his book. "How was class?" You huffed as you moved towards his closet, pulling his hoodie out and slipping it on over your head.
"It was terrible," you pouted, coming over to his bed. Fred put his book down and opened his arms to you. You fell gladly into his chest.
"Why was it terrible love?" Fred mumbled into your hair. You groaned and buried yourself deeper into him.
"It's just..." you hesitated, always losing the courage to talk about stuff like this.
"Is it about yesterday?" Fred asked, his hand petting the back of your head. He always knew what you were thinking and you were relieved that he had caught on.
"Yes," you fussed, sitting up from his grasp. Fred huffed out a chuckle and followed suit. "It's just that, I can't stop thinking about it, y'know?"
"Oh, I know," Fred mumbled. You continued on with your ramblings.
"It's like I'm in class and I'm just distracted," you explained, your hands gesturing wildly. "And my underwear has been wet for hours. How do I make it stop?" Fred swallowed and dropped his gaze to your skirt.
"Darling, it's not something you can just stop," Fred explained, his eyes coming back up to yours. "Your body just wants more." You pursed your lips as you pondered this for a second, listening to the rain pelt against the window. Maybe you really did want more...
"I want to go all the way," you declared, sitting up straight and nodding your head. Fred couldn't help but smiled at your naivety.
"You want to go 'all the way'?" Fred chuckled, teasing your choice of words. He found this entire situation charming.
"Yes," you huffed defiantly. "I want you to have sex with me." Fred chuckled in disbelief and ran his hands through his hair. Your bold innocence made his head spin.
"It's going to hurt," Fred warned, trying his best to properly inform you before you made the decision to lose your virginity. He wouldn't be able to say no to you.
"Okay," you nodded, your fingers playing with the hem of your sock. "What else?"
"You might bleed," he said. "And it might not feel good at all this time." Your brows furrowed.
"But everybody says sex feels amazing?" You questioned, tilting your head. Freds half smile made you heart skip. That was new.
"It does," he chuckled, his eyes falling to your lips for a moment. "But it might be uncomfortable your first time. Especially with me,â he teased. You rolled your eyes at his insinuation and he laughed again. "I'm serious, Y/N. I don't want you to do something you don't want to do." This was clearly the wrong thing to say as you leaned forward to roughly grasp his shoulders.
"Fred, I want this. I want to know what it feels like and there's nobody else on this entire planet I trust more than you," you stated, gripping his shoulders as he watched your declaration.
"Well if I'm going to fuck you we need to kiss first," he grinned cheekily, watching the heat rise up to your cheeks.
"Oh, shut the fuck up," you huffed, finding the courage to lean forward to kiss him. He laughed into the kiss but gladly gripped your hips in return, his mouth moving in tandem. You kissed him greedily, your body moving on its own. Fred swept you onto your back, crawling over your without breaking the kiss. Within seconds, he had taken the control back from you, his kiss melting away your sudden burst of courage. He clearly knew what he was doing and you didn't put up a fight for dominance. The ache in your core surged as his knee pried open your legs, causing a moan to leave your lips. You felt more confident this time, less embarrassed of your noises of ecstasy as Fred's knee applied a much needed pressure to your cunt. You let your hands grip his hair, then run down his back. You felt him groan and it made you want to do it again. You were surprised at your self assurance, and even more surprised that you seemed to have to same effect on Fred that he had on you. His teeth bit softly into your neck in a change of pace.
"Fred," you moaned instinctively, you back arching off the mattress against your will. He didn't stop, instead tearing off your sweatshirt. This prompted the two of you to hastily take off all your clothes, only stopping to laugh when your hand accidentally whacked Fred in the face. The laughter faded as he came forward again, this time kissing you with such tenderness, you thought you were melting back into the mattress.
Fred was hopeless; he had been ruined since yesterday. He knew from the moment he kissed you that he'd been a complete fool. All day he'd been trying to convince himself otherwise, that he didn't harbor any romantic feelings towards you and you were still just his bestfriend. He wasn't going to bother lying to himself any longer. He was hopelessly in love with you.
His kiss began to trail down your neck again, then to your breast, then down your navel. Fred wanted to devour you. He wanted to watch as you came again for him. It drove him crazy that he was the only person to watch you unravel.
"F-Fred," you breathed, your hands tugging at his hair. "What are you doing?" His brown eyes peered up at you as he pressed his mouth into your thigh, making your hips buck.
"Before you have sex, we need to get you nice and wet for me darling," he breathed, kissing closer to your cunt. His fingers ran up your slit and you shivered. "Although, it doesn't seem like you need much help." You didn't have time to respond before he pressed a kiss into your clit, effectively sucking the rest of the air out of your lungs. You shuddered repeatedly as he licked gently on your sensitive clit. It felt so different from his fingers, so wet and warm. It took you a moment in your daze to realize he was moaning into your pussy, greedily lapping at your clit and pushing his tongue inside you. Fred wasn't even trying to hold himself back, his arms wrapping underneath you thighs and pulling you into his face. You tried to press him off of you, embarrassed at how close he was to you heat, but his grip won over you. His tongue lapped in circle, his gentle suck and kiss pulling terrible noises from your mouth. With every movement, the pressures built up inside you, sensation washing over you as you rocked your hips against his tongue. It felt like only a minute had passed when the tightness in your core suddenly snapped.
"Oh, fuck-" you cried as you came unexpectedly onto his tongue, the waves of intense pleasure taking away your ability to breathe. He sighed deeply as he lapped it all up, his grip not loosening for a second. It was only when he felt your legs kicking and your needy pleas for him that he gave one last gentle kiss to you clit. You stared at him breathlessly, unsure of what to say after you just came all over your bestfriends face. Luckily for you, Fred didn't miss a beat.
"You taste so fucking good," Fred praised, kissing up your stomach as you caught your breath. âYouâre so good at this Y/N. Did that feel good?" He asked, coming up to hover over your face and brush the sweaty strands of hair off your face. You nodded shyly as you breathed, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss. He chuckled as he accepted your kiss before saying, "Use your words, darling."
"Yes," you panted, pulling the back of his head down towards you. "That felt so good, Freddie." Fred groaned as his mouth came down to savor your kiss. You stayed like this for a while, kissing as Fred gently pressed his hips into yours. After a while, your hips began to rock with his, naturally moving with the rhythm he had set. There was nothing between the two of you besides his thin boxers, and you could feel his hard length rubbing against you. Occasionally, his tip would catch your entrance, and the pressure made the both of you groan.
"I'm ready," you mumbled into his lips, the two of you unable to break your kiss. He hummed into your lips and kissed you hard for a few more second before he pried himself off of you. He kneeled over you, freeing himself from his boxers with a slap. Your mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, and you were starting to believe him when he said it might hurt. His smile was more adoring than teasing as he watched you gape at his size. You watched breathlessly as he stroked himself a few times before coming back over you.
"Are you sure?" He asked once more, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, spreading your slickness. You weren't sure you could even speak as you watched him do this, you were mesmerized.
"Yes," you breathed, you gaze coming back up to his. His eyes searched your face for any hesitation, and when he found none, he lined himself up with your entrance.
"Just tell me if you want to stop," he soothed, brushing your fallen hair behind your ear. You nodded and tightened your grip on the back of his neck. He pressed a kiss to your lips and pushed himself inside of you.
Fred felt like an idiot as he exhaled into the kiss, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheek. He couldn't believe he didn't realize how much he liked you, how much he loved you. He wanted to swallow you whole. He wished that you knew how much this meant to him, but he knew you were too distracted to be thinking about anything else but his cock inside your tight pussy for the first time. Fuck.
"How does it feel, love," Fred asked, his voice nothing but a raspy whisper. You buried your face into his neck and whined.
"Just keep going," you whispered. "Please." Fred tried not to groan at your pleading as he pulled back again. He knew it must hurt for you, you were so tight. It was taking everything inside of him not to groan uncontrollably and push himself fully inside of you, you felt so good. His lips fell to your neck and left soothing kisses as he pushed himself into you again, this time going deeper. He felt your breath hitch into his neck as your eyes clamped shut. Fred's fingers gripped the sheets for his life.
"Just one more, darling. Youâre doing so good," Fred muttered, pulling back gently once more. You nodded into his neck, making some sort of noise of assurance. With a final push, Fred bottomed out and let out an irrepressible moan. You cried again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt his full length. He stayed like this for a moment, his lips encouraging you to return his kiss. You obliged and felt yourself relax, the feeling of his lips against yours softening your face. After a moment you let out a soft moan, the fullness inside of you finally satisfying what you thought would be a never ending ache. You moaned again into his kiss, this time louder as he became less controlled, his mouth eagerly devouring your own.
"It feels better now," you whispered into the kiss. Fred hummed and began to move with small and gentle pumps, letting you get used to his size. Fred's fingers were losing circulation as he gripped the bedsheets in an attempt to control himself from fucking you senseless. He fit perfectly inside you, and your breathy whimpers and pants were sending him over the edge. He made a critical mistake by pulling back to watch you as he picked up his pace, your watery eyes and swollen lips looked like heaven.
"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, fully moving with his entire length at this point. "I'm not going to last long." You didn't seem to be able to form any coherent words besides your whines so you just nodded instead, overwhelmed by the unexpected knot forming in your stomach. He watched your eyes as he thrust into you over and over again, the pleasure on your face growing with each movement. His hand gripped your waist as he drove himself into you at his full capability for the final few thrusts. He couldn't help himself and from the noises you were making, you seemed to enjoy it. "Fuck," Fred whispered as he pulled out of you, pumping his cock a few times as he came on the sheets next to you. You watched in awe as he spurted hot liquid onto the bed, some of it falling onto the side of your hips. It made you buck you hips as the emptiness began to creep up, his warm cum dripping teasingly down your side. Fred finished and promptly smothered you in kisses, the two of you groaning as you rode out the last moments of euphoria with each other. Breathless and spent, Fred rolled off of you and pulled you in his chest.
"Are you okay, my love?" He asked, kissing the top of your head and your ears and your cheeks. You giggled and sighed into his kisses, coming up to place one onto his lips.
"Yes," you sighed. "More than okay." Fred smiled and huffed out a laugh, burying his face into you neck as his arms pulled you in tighter. You both sighed contentedly and rested like this for a moment, wetness and warmth in between your bodies.
"We need to get you cleaned up," Fred hushed, reaching over to his bedside to grab his wand. He quickly cleaned up the bed before moving to you, carefully casting the proper charms to get you clean before doing himself. "You should definitely use the bathroom soon and shower before you go to sleep tonight, love." Fred pressed a kiss to your lips again before pulling his sweatshirt over your head and finding you a fresh pair of his boxers to slip up your legs before pulling his sweats back on.
"Mmm," you groaned, closing your eyes and falling back onto his pillow. You were sapped. Fred chuckled and came to join you again, wrapping himself around you.
"Are you listening, love?" Fred teased, rubbing your back with his soft and sturdy hands.
"Mmm," you hummed again, burying yourself deeper into his chest, relishing in his comfort. He huffed out a laugh and buried himself back into your neck.
"Well, I'm getting you up in a moment to use the bathroom," he said, pressing a kiss into the fabric on your shoulders. "And you're not getting out of it. I'm not going to succumb to your cute little noises." You murmured again into his chest and smiled when this made him laugh.
"Can we do this again?" You asked quietly, almost hoping he hadn't heard you. He chortled at your question.
"Yes. Yes, we can do this again."
#sorry i made fred a sap bc im a sap#mallowsweetmiri#fred weasley smut#fred x reader#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley x you#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley one shot#fred weasley imagines#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley hc#hp headcanon#hp smut#hp golden era#fred weasly x reader#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasely hc#fred weasely smut#fred weasley oneshot#fred wealsey fic
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âą SFW
â± fratboy!chris who, of course, met you at a party his fraternity threw and instantly decided you were comin' up to his room at some point, even if it wasn't gonna happen that night
" y'look good "
" me? "
" yeah, youâ wa's y'name? "
â± fratboy!chris who's known all too well by girls at boston university, though, despite contrary belief, he doesn't actually entertain most of them... guess you got lucky?
â± fratboy!chris who's BU's resident dealer, known by every fiend on campus and more
â± fratboy!chris who doesn't fuck with relationship labels whatsoever
â± fratboy!chris who doesn't mess with anyone else, and doesn't want you to either, even though you guys aren't really 'dating'
â± fratboy!chris who has no problem letting everyone know you're his with pride
â± fratboy!chris who would rather focus on his lacrosse career than "some shitty college romances", or at least that's how he explains it to you
" and why are you telling me this? "
" jus' thought y'should know... i'on want you gettin' any funny ideas about what we got goin' on here "
â± fratboy!chris who avoids any conversations about the future, or anything that requires him to even think about committing
â± fratboy!chris who constantly needs you with him, whether he's just lounging around, at practice/games, or out making moves. ironic, isn't it?
â± fratboy!chris who doesn't call you anything but mama, not even ma, no matter the occasion
" y'see how crazy you're bein' right now? mama, m'jus sittin' here, see? can't stand when y'do allat whinin' shit "
" don't call me mama right now, chris, i'm done with all your fake nonchalant ass games "
â± fratboy!chris who, even with being admired for his outgoing and charming personality, has such a rotten temper, especially when things don't go his way
â± fratboy!chris who always says what's on his mind - to you, his friends, random people, anyone - even if it's completely unnecessary
â± fratboy!chris who absolutely relishes in the respect he has from not only his peers, but the staff as well. humble's simply not a word in his world
âą NSFW
â± fratboy!chris who's big and knows how to use it
â± fratboy!chris who favors doggy, but can also get down with some rough missionary
" nah, s'okay mama... we'll switch it up tonight, don't worry "
â± fratboy!chris who likes giving, but loves receiving. the image of your lips wrapped around his length is what helps him to sleep at night
â± fratboy!chris who's a huge hair puller and thigh slapper (as well as occasional cheek squeezer)
â± fratboy!chris who will take any opportunity he possibly can to either roll up or puff his joints while you use him
â± fratboy!chris who makes sure to leave marks. usually where only you two can see, but if he feels like a guy's paying too much attention to you, he'll mark you on your neck or something for him to see
" chris, it's so obvious. how am i even gonna cover this up? "
" don't cover it. i'd like to see m'try an' get in your pants again when he sees allat "
" he literally asked for the material in our class..? "
â± fratboy!chris who's almost always down for trying something new, but isn't usually one to suggest it
â± fratboy!chris who loves when you praise him, even if it's unintentional. simple things like "so big," or "so good," really get him going
" yeah, s'good? y'wan more of that good shit? "
â± fratboy!chris who, to no surprise, is horrible at aftercare.
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a/n : i fear this took a lot longer than i thought it would to make... but i'll be making at least one of these for each of my au's since a) i'm unmotivated/don't have time to actually write, and b) want to develop the characters (and some of their pairings) further
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Hereâs To Hoping Youâre Worth All My Time (I Hope Youâre Worth My Time) | Lea SchĂŒller
warnings: some swear words, description of migraines in detail
word count: 4451
summary: five months after you and lea break up, youâre convinced youâll never cross paths with her again. life has a funny way of bringing people back together though.
a/n: realised that if i want to read schĂŒlli fics, i have to write them so here we are đ
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The headache started somewhere in the middle of your third class.
Rather gingerly, you rub your temples and try to ignore the pulsing pain. Despite your best efforts, the pain continues to grow till itâs clear that you are going to have one of your full blown migraines.
You get migraines every so often but with have gotten better at managing them over the years. The combination of cutting out caffeine, medication and getting enough sleep have worked so that the truly bad ones, the kind that keeps you incapacitated for hours have become few and far between.
One hasnât happened for a while and you suppose, with a wince that you were inevitably due for one.
Now that itâs happening though, it is all you can do to text your classmate and tell her you wonât be able to make the rest of your classes.
The bright glare of your phone screen makes your head ache more fiercely. With squinted eyes and more than some difficulty that you read her reply in which she hopes you feel better soon and that she will convey your apologies to the professors.
That being done, you try and fail to focus back on your current class. By the end of it, you are desperate to go home and just lie down with all the lights off.
Normally you would take the bus but today even the thought of it is too much. A ride sharing service would be the quickest way back to your apartment.
The ride itself passes in a blur, nausea has begun to affect you and you spend the twenty minutes back to your apartment concentrating on trying not to throw up.
When the driver drops you off at your apartment, you stutter out a quick thank you before you run up the stairs, taking it two at a time to get to your bathroom.
Just in time too because you gag uncontrollably, whatever is left of your breakfast coming up unpleasantly.
You stay beside the toilet, coughing until your stomach somewhat uneasily settles.
With watering eyes, you stand up shakily to rinse your mouth and then reach for the bottle of Eletriptan that usually sits on the shelf above your sink.
Except that your hand closes around nothing. Your migraine medication isnât there.
You stare at the empty space uncomprehendingly until it hits you.
Itâs at the place where you babysit. Sometimes the parents would pay you extra to stay overnight with their kids when they had late night work functions. Last week youâd stayed over and brought your medication over as a precaution.
The family is nice and you know they would have no problem bringing over your Eletriptan if you asked. The problem is that they are currently on vacation in France.
You can actually picture where you left your bottle of medication. On the counter of their guest bedroom.
Blinking back tears of frustration and pain, you bite your lip. You hadnât gone through a migraine without medication in years. Especially not one as severe as this.
âFuck.â You say out loud.
âFuck.â You repeat and then do the only thing you can do.
Going into the kitchen, you get a glass of water and take it into your bedroom.
Thankfully, the blinds are already closed so you donât have to deal with the bright sunlight making your head hurt more than it currently is.
You manage two sips of water and then toe off your shoes, collapsing into bed.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you exhale and inhale, slowly counting to a hundred and then eventually to five hundred.
Everything is okay, you attempt to convince yourself as you start counting from one again.
You ignore the fact that even with your pills, your migraine usually takes an hour to subside. Thereâs no telling how long it will go on without the medicine.
Another deep breath in and out. Over and over again.
Somewhere in between, you briefly entertain the notion of going to a pharmacy and getting some over the counter migraine medicine instead. But none of that stuff has ever worked for you and even if you are distressed enough to try, you know you are in no condition to leave the house.
At the very least, the fierce ache in your head has not gotten worse. It isnât better either though. It still feels like someone is stabbing you right between your eyes and god it hurts.
Itâs nothing short of excruciating but there is nothing you can do except to keep your eyes closed, remind yourself to keep breathing through the pain and hope for the best.
Then you remember.
You have another bottle of Eletriptan. The one you left at Leaâs place.
Against your will, salty tears slip down your cheeks. Fucking hell.
Itâs not as if you can get to it. Youâre not able to go over and beg. Even if you are willing to go to that length, your pride would never allow it.
Lea had told you to get out. So you did. The end.
Besides, your ex is probably away for international break or an away game of sorts. The chances are high that she isnât even in Munich right now.
Thatâs what you tell yourself as another agonising hour crawls by.
Itâs been three hours since you first got back and you donât know if you can take much more. A particularly harsh throb hits and that makes your decision for you.
With a weak sob, you cave and reach for your phone.
The brightness level is on the lowest setting but the sudden glare still has you scrunching your face in discomfort.
Finding Leaâs contact is as much as you hate it, easy. For some unknown reason, you hadnât yet been able to bring yourself to delete it.
Tapping on it before you can second guess yourself, you put the call on speaker.
It rings and rings. To the point where you think she wonât answer.
Right when you are ready to admit defeat, a voice comes through, âHello?â
âLea?â You whisper.
âNo sorry, this is Obi. Leaâs not here right now. Can I take a message?â
You hesitate. You remember Obi, Leaâs brunette best friend. Sheâd been nice to you back when you were dating but telling her that you are practically pleading with Lea for your much needed medicine seems far too personal.
A few seconds of awkward silence pass and then thereâs some muffled noise on the other end.
âHi itâs Lea. Sorry I took a bit.â
You donât actually need her to introduce herself. The sound of her voice is etched in your memory, as clear as day.
Pausing again, you wonder if you should really do this. Lea could be stubborn and closed off sometimes but she had never been mean. As bad as things had ended between you both, there is surely no way that the strikerâs changed so much that she would be cruel enough to withhold your medication.
That is, if she hadnât simply thrown it away.
Youâre taking too long to decide because the blonde tries again, âHello? Is anyone there?â
âItâs me.â You softly answer.
âOh.â
She didnât sound angry. Or annoyed. Youâd take that.
âI-Iâm not interrupting anything am I?â
Your ex exhales quietly, âWeâre kinda in the middle of a gym session.â
âSorry I wouldnât be calling but I-I really need your help. Itâs sort of an emergency.â
You wait for her to reply but nothing comes through.
Then rather steadily she asks, âWhatâs the emergency?â
Swallowing the last of your pride you say, âUmâŠCould you please run back to your place and get something for me?â
âYou want me to leave training the day before a big game to go back to my apartment and get something for you?â Lea slowly states.
Wincing, you forget she canât see you and nod. It sounds far worse when she puts it like that. Resignedly, you accept your fate of burying yourself back under your blankets and trying your hardest to sleep this migraine off.
âYouâre right. Itâs stupid. Iâm sorry for calling, I shouldnât have asked. Iâll just-â
Lea cuts you off, âWhat is it?â
âWhat?â
âWhat do you need me to get?
You blink in surprise, âMy Eletriptan. The migraine medication I take. I left a bottle of it at yours and um, never got it back. I donât have another one presently and I need it.â
The forward lets out a breath and it is enough to have you wondering what the hell you are doing. Asking your ex that you had a far from amicable break up with, for a favour?
Quickly backtracking once more, you rush out, âItâs alright. You donât have to. Iâll figure something out.â
âNo. Itâs okay. You need it. Iâm assuming youâre at home?â
âYeah.â You breathe, hardly daring to believe your ears.
âIâll be there in half an hour. Lie down and close your eyes in the meantime.â
âOkay.â You manage.
Itâs all you can get out.
Like Lea had requested, you stay laying down and let your eyes slip close.
They fly open again at the realisation that the blue eyed woman is actually coming over. Your apartment is in dire need of a good tidy up, the stress of the past few weeks, no doubt a factor into todayâs pounding headache have left you behind in your cleaning.
Lea will definitely see the state of your place, a sharp contrast to her own which had always been neatly organised in the past. You think about getting up and trying to get rid of some of the mess but even the mere act of sitting up makes your head spin.
So you lie back down and keep your attention on breathing through the pain. The Bayern Munich player is just dropping off your bottle of pills. Itâs not like she is going to stick around so why should you care?
Except that you do. You have always cared when it comes to Lea SchĂŒller. Such is your weakness for her.
But any sort of movement has your body protesting so you have no choice but to stay very still, not moving from your spot as you drift in your own head. One deep breath inâŠand one deep breath out.
Till a soft, âHey.â
You automatically try to sit up, a sharp whimper tumbling from your lips as the resulting pain shoots through your head.
Leaâs hand grabs onto your elbow, steadying you and she murmurs, âTake it easy. Just stay where you are alright?â
Forcing your eyes open, you take her in as best you can.
The same brilliant blue eyes, lean athleteâs build and shoulder length blonde hair. Still absolutely gorgeous.
You blink up at her and she asks, âHow long have you been like this?â
Itâs hard to think but you make an effort to do so.
âSince two this afternoon?â
Leaâs eyes widen and she curses under her breath in her native language.
âYouâve been like this for practically four hours?â
You make a poor attempt at shrugging, âDid you...?â
The striker snaps back into focus, âCourse.â
She reaches into her jacket pocket and there in her hand, is a very precious bottle of prescription medication.
âTwo right?â She asks even though she is already shaking the correct dosage out onto her palm.
You simply nod, struck speechless by the fact that she remembers.
The blonde makes sure you are sitting up and then carefully holds out your pills, along with the half drunk glass of water from your nightstand.
Staying upright just long enough to accept the medicine and swallow it with a mouthful of water, you soon lay back down amongst your pillows.
âThank you Lea.â You hoarsely whisper.
âYouâre welcome.â She says, with an expression you canât quite place.
The pain in your head pulses but you know that is not the reason why you canât read her because if you are being honest, sheâs always been somewhat of a mystery to you.
Breathing in once, twice and then thrice, you realise that contrary to your earlier expectations, the German woman is not turning to leave right away.
âIâm really sorry to have bothered you. I hope your game goes well tomorrow.â You offer eventually.
Lea just keeps looking at you with that same indiscernible gaze.
After a long minute, she replies, âThanks and itâs fine. We were doing my least favourite core workouts anyway.â
The striker glances down at her phone, obviously taking note of the time before she adds, âI should be getting back though. Obi can only cover for me for so long.â
âRight. Sorry again to have pulled you away.â
Still, your ex doesnât make any move to leave.
Instead, she twists the ring on her index finger around a few times and then says, âIâll come back after the session to check on you. It shouldnât take more than two hours.â
Your mouth drops open in shock.
âYou donât needâŠItâs okay. Once the meds kick in, Iâll be alright. You know that.â
After all, this is not your first migraine that Leaâs experienced. When you were still together, she would put your head in her lap and run her fingers through your hair. It was soothing and calming and the tiny featherlight kisses she used to press to your forehead never failed to make you feel better.
But that was the past and wellâŠyou can hardly ask her to do that now.
âNo I do know. Itâs just thatâŠyou look like shit.â
Leaâs words are blunt and she folds her arms across her chest, blue eyes seeming rather challenging as she continues, âYouâre going to need actual food coming off this migraine and Iâd bet you donât have anything of the sort lying around here.â
You frown, thinking of the instant noodles that make up your pantry.
Itâs the only answer your former girlfriend needs because she repeats more or less of what sheâd verbalised earlier, in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
âIâll be back in less than two hours. In the meantime, try to sleep.â
Then sheâs gone. Disappearing just as suddenly as sheâd appeared.
Too exhausted to try and figure her and what the fuck has just happened out, you bury your head under a pillow to block it all out.
You know the drill now. To get through a bad migraine, you need to stay very very still. Any movement would do you no good.
Count to a hundred, breathing in and out all the while. Reach five hundred, reset your counting and keep taking in deep breaths.
It takes another hour but slowly, the Eletriptan begins to work. Little by little, the headache recedes till youâre able to slip into a fitful sleep at last.
******
When you wake, your room is much darker than it was earlier. Not even the tiniest hint of sunlight peeks through your blinds.
After a few minutes, you decide that the pounding in your head has subsided enough movement to become feasible once more.
Sitting up warily, you catch sight of the time displayed on your alarm clock.
Abruptly, you remember that Lea has said she was coming back.
Wide awake now, you stop only to throw on a hoodie before opening your bedroom door. Someone is definitely here, you can see that your kitchen light is on.
Before you even get halfway down the hall, you smell something amazingâŠand familiar.
At the doorway to your kitchen, you pause just to look at Lea for a long moment.
For a fraction of a second, you wonder if your migraine had been so bad that you are coming up with new symptoms like hallucinations.
Then you dismiss the thought because food has never smelt so good. Not even in your wildest dreams.
Sheâs standing with her back to you, stirring a pot of what must be stew, made from her motherâs recipe.
She used to make that for you when youâd had a long day. The ensuing rush of nostalgia has you bracing a hand against the wooden frame of the door.
Your former girlfriend hasnât physically changed much in the five months you have been apart, bar the new tattoo on her arm. Dressed in Bayernâs signature red training outfit and with her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, sheâs still all lean muscle, as tall and terribly attractive as sheâs always been.
Now that your migraine has dulled, you are better able to appreciate exactly how stunning she is.
You watch her biceps flex as she begins to cut up some greens.
It was those well built arms that you had first fallen in love with. Not because of how fine a figure it gave her but because of how safe you had felt when sheâd held you in them.
Thatâs all irrelevant now, swept to the side due to a more pressing issue. The one that is Lea SchĂŒller standing in your kitchen.
Opening and closing your mouth, you manage to stutter out, âW-What are you doing?â
To her credit, the blonde doesnât flinch.
Her voice is soft but sure when she answers without turning around, âMaking dinner.â
âI can see thatâŠbut why?â
âBecause you always feel like crap when you donât have proper food coming off one of your migraines. The one you were having looked especially bad too.â
Two thoughts occur simultaneously. One, is Lea taking care of you? Two, what does this mean?
Detaching yourself from the kitchen doorway, you try to play off the way your heart rate is speeding up. Your head is spinning again, this time because of confusion instead of the headache.
âYou could have just dropped off takeout.â
Now, Lea deigns to look at you, stopping her cooking. Her eyes stay on you as she searches for something you donât know.
Sheâs seemingly satisfied after a moment.
âBut I didn't, so here I am.â She says evenly.
You donât know how to answer that so you close the remaining distance to your little breakfast counter and take a seat there.
The German woman resumes her cooking and you find yourself questioning her ability to look so composed. How is she looking so at ease here, cooking stew in your kitchen, looking for all the world like the past five months hadnât happened? Like you two had never broken up?
Neither of you speak again till dinner is ready.
You fetch bowls and spoons from your cupboard, Lea serves both portions.
Setting your bowl in front of you, the Bayern player sits down across from you for the first time in- well, five months.
Then she looks up, blue eyes that are as clear as crystals, meeting yours.
âLeaâŠwhat are you really doing here?â You barely audibly murmur.
The striker sighs, pushing her bowl away from her and leaning back into her seat.
âThe truth?â
After a long drawn out silence in which she runs her thumb along the handle of her spoon, a restless gesture of hers and you resist the urge to reach across the tabletop to soothe it, Lea admits, âI missed you.â
You let her words sink in, trying to work out how you feel about them. Lea had missed you. That means something doesnât it? Do you want that to mean something?
The answer to that, is so obvious that you canât lie to yourself. Of course you want it to mean something. Youâve missed Lea like crazy. Every single day since the split.
Your former girlfriend sets her spoon down, gaze downcast as she mumbles, âI should leave.â
âNo!â You start to shake your head, then gasp at the pain that flares up when you do.
Massaging the sides of your temple, you say, âPlease donât go. Lea, I-I missed you too.â
A quiet puff of air leaves the blonde, âI wasnât sure if youâdâŠmoved on.â
âFrom you?â Your laugh comes out a touch bitter.
âI didnât. I couldnât.â
Then a thought strikes you and you glance at the German woman furtively, âDid you move on?â
Lea blinks as if she had not expected you to ask.
âIâm here arenât I?â
Part of you wants to say, âWellâŠfor five, nearly six months, you werenât.â
The Bayern Munich player must sense it because she softens, âNo. There hasnât been anyone since. YouâreâŠyou. I donât think there is any getting over you.â
You didnât know how much youâd been afraid of a different answer till Lea said that. Actually, afraid doesnât quite cover it, terrified would be a better description.
Relief courses through you so powerfully that you feel lightheaded with the intensity of it.
With how heavy the air is now, you force yourself to pick up your spoon and start on the stew. The last thing you need is to do something stupid like tell Lea youâre still head over heels in love with her.
The blonde takes the cue that youâre done talking for now and the only sound in the room is the clinking of spoons against the bowls.
As expected, the stew is delicious. It had always been your favourite even though Lea never made a meal that you didnât like.
Like she knows you are thinking about her, the German woman glances up from her bowl, catching your eye and then smiling.
Itâs a soft, gentle smile. Reminiscent of old times. Lea making you both dinner, Lea taking care of you after one of your migraines, Lea just beingâŠthere. Just constantly there, by your side and looking at you like she never wants to be anywhere else.
You wonder if this is going somewhere. Is this an olive branch or just closure?
Before you know it, your spoon is scraping the bottom of your bowl. The warmth and saltiness of the stew have done wonders and you feel much better.
Lea can see it too because she says, âThereâs more in the pot if youâd like.â
With a small noise of thanks, you fill up your bowl with a second helping.
Sitting back down, you stir the stew around for a moment and watch the steam rise.
Tentatively, you ask, âHowâs the football going?â
âItâs good. The team is doing good. Howâs university?â
âSame. Iâm just starting to look for job openings for after my graduation.â
Lea fiddles with her ring, âAre you still thinking about teaching?â
âThatâs lovely. Itâll suit you.â
âIâm pretty sure I want to teach kindergarten.â You elaborate.
The blonde nods, âThat suits you too.â
You two fall silent again.
Biting your lip, you try to come up with something to say. Itâs strange, almost sad how awkward things feel now. Once upon a time, you had been so comfortable with each other. Youâd been open with Lea in ways you never had been with anyone else. It was mutual.
Have things changed so much? Is it possible for a way back?
âLea?â
âYes?â
âI justâŠâ You stop messing around with your food, forcing yourself to look at her properly.
âI just wanted to say Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry for all the things I said. The last time we saw each other, I said a lot of cruel and awful things that I shouldnât have. I did not mean them and Iâm really sorry.â
Lea puts her spoon down, âIâm sorry too. You werenât the only one who said things she didnât mean.â
Her words are genuine, you can see it in the bright blue of her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, you blurt out, âI still love you Lea. I wish weâd never broken up.â
Surprise colours Leaâs pretty features.
âI wish weâd never broken up either. Thereâs not been a day where I stopped loving you.â
âOh.â You breathe.
The forward goes on, âLetting things end after our argument was a mistake. A huge mistake, mostly on my part. I wanted to call. I should have called.â
âIâm not blamelessâŠI wanted to call too but you were so angry. I-I thought you didnât want me to call. I thought that youâd never want to hear from me again.â
Lea rests her elbows on the table, leaning closer to you. Your heart begins to beat more quickly, youâre certain you arenât misreading the flicker of hope in her expression.
Swallowing hard, the German woman murmurs, âYou called today.â
âI did. You dropped everything to come over. Made me dinner too.â
Blushing lightly, Lea murmurs, âI was sort of trying to make a grand gesture.â
You smile, âIt worked.â
Lea begins to grin, âIt did?â
Almost like she canât help herself she asks, âDo you thinkâŠCan we give us another try?â
A hundred things rush through your mind. Happiness and relief blooms in your chest.
Eagerly, you say, âIâd like that.â
Leaâs smile begins to take on a giddy edge and she reaches an open hand out across the table.
You take it without a split secondâs hesitation.
Lea closes her fingers around yours, gaze alight with affection and pure contentment. It is a look youâd never thought youâd see again and it fills you with a sunshine like warmth.
âFinish eating my love.â She finally says, gently letting go of your hand.
The term of endearment causes a tingle of joy to spread through you. Enough so that you donât stop smiling for the rest of the meal.
When youâre both done, Lea washes and you dry. She flicks some soapy water at you, her giggles filling the space.
Youâd missed it. Youâd missed her. You tell her so and she pulls you into her arms.
Her chin rests on your shoulder and she whispers, âI missed you every single second of every fucking day.â
You breathe in her smell, taking comfort in it and the safety of her arms once again.
âLetâs never do that again.â
âDeal.â Lea promises.
Then she seals it with a kiss and oh myâŠyouâd forgotten what it was like to be in heaven.
Leaâs lips are incredibly soft, the kiss slow and sweet. Itâs everything and more, better than youâd remembered.
When you both part, thereâs a single tear making its way down your cheek.
In a tender gesture, Lea wipes it off with the pad of her thumb.
A small relieved laugh escapes her, âI think weâre going to be okay.â
You pull her even closer, mouth quirking upwards against your loverâs lips because you know now that youâre never going to let her go again. This is going to work, youâd do your damndest to make sure of it.
âI think weâre going to be more than okay.â
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congrats on 500!!! can i get number 23 from the dialogue prompts with sirius black? thanks love!
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Thank you for the request, lovely! I debated doing an established relationship for this one, but I really really really like writing confessions of feelings â€ïž
His Happiness
Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader
2.0k words
cw: fluff, mutual pining?
Your friendship with Sirius was affectionate.Â
You were always a physical person, hugging people as a way of greeting them and holding hands was a comfort. Afternoons in the common room would have you snuggled up with one of your friends. Sirius was taken by surprise the first you hugged him; his upbringing didnât offer the familiarity of soft touches. He almost pulled his hand away the first time you grabbed it out of excitement to show him something. He flinched when you flopped down on the couch and practically laid on him.
But he learned to appreciate the delicacy of it all. He anticipated your warmth around him. As your friendship with him grew, so did how often you were touching. As inseparable from the Marauders as he was, he was just as much with you. You were basically an honorary member.Â
One thing you didnât want to admit to yourself, or Sirius for that matter, was when you realized that your touches with him didnât feel so platonic anymore. They were more. You wanted more. You just didnât know how to get that. It wasnât like you could just tell him or ask that of him.Â
No. You certainly could not do that. Youâd end up losing the boy who was your best friend. So you would hide your feelings under a mask, bury them so deep that you can almost convince yourself that they donât even exist in the first place.Â
It didnât help that he was as beautiful as he was. As carefree and funny and bold and intelligent. You werenât the only girl in the school who liked Sirius. The others seemed to have no problem showing it either, flirting with him before, after and during classes. Whenever they got a chance to be close to him it seemed. He flirted back with them but as far as you knew, thatâs all it was, although you assumed girl talk was reserved for when it was only the Marauders in the room.Â
âThey arenât dating, just friends,â girls would say in the corridors as you walked to class holding hands with Sirius. âThen why are they always together?â
âHey, Sirius!â one called as you approached the Charms classroom.Â
He dropped your hand without a second thought, turning to the girl with his signature smirk. You knew better than to wait by the door for him. You didnât want to hear whatever flirtatious comment she would say and how he would respond. It was easier if you just sat down. You could almost pretend that it wasnât happening.Â
âWhatâd little miss Ravenclaw want?â James asked as Sirius sat down next to him.Â
âOh, you know, the usual.âÂ
James laughed. You didnât quite know what âthe usualâ was exactly but you werenât a part of the conversation. Not right now, at least.Â
âWhich is it this time: picnic by the lake or trip to Hogsmeade?â Peter asked seemingly disinterested.Â
âHogsmeade.â
âYou going?â Peter asked, just as nonchalantly as before.
âTold her Iâd think about it,â Sirius answered as Professor Flitwick moved to the front of the classroom to start the lesson. âNever know if something will come up.â
You pressed your lips into a thin line. So âthe usualâ was a date. You stared at your notebook as if looking anywhere else would physically harm you. If you had turned your head slightly to the right, you wouldâve seen Sirius looking at you with a soft expression.Â
You didnât think he did, but Sirius noticed how you started hanging back whenever girls approached him with witty comments and fluttering eyelashes. He didnât know how to tell you that he wished you would throw a comment like that his way or bat your eyelashes at him. He knew heâd melt if you did. While he didnât mind the attention from the other girls, they werenât you.Â
The rest of the week pained you. You felt like you were standing in the way Sirius and his future girlfriend, if that was the Ravenclaw girl or not. The comments from the corridors had seeped in a little too deep. âWhy are they always together?â Youâd make things easier for Sirius. You became quieter. You reduced your touches while still being near him until you stopped that too. It was weird to say the least. You had become so accustomed to having Sirius at your side and in your clutches that putting physical space between you was uncomfortable.
But you knew it had to be done. There was too high of a chance that you and your physicalness with affection were standing in the way of Siriusâ happiness.Â
You replaced him with Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas. They accepted you into their circle easily; of course, you were roommates with three of them. You tried to dodge their questions about Sirius with excuses of âJust mixing it upâ and âCanât a girl want to hang out with her ladies?â They seemed to buy it enough.Â
Sirius noticed it all. He noticed when you stopped making little comments and telling him every detail of your day from when you were apart. He noticed when you stopped reaching out for his hand and when you scooted away from him if you were sitting or standing close. He noticed when you were no longer spending your spare time with him and the boys. He watched as you went to sit with the girls despite your usual spot next to him being open. He frowned as he looked at you from across the table in the Great Hall and across the room in the common room. He didnât know what he did to make you go away.Â
In your distancing, you didnât know that Sirius didnât go on the date with the Ravenclaw. You had been in the phase between lessening your touches and hanging out with the girls more when Saturday came and went. It had now been two weeks since she asked.Â
âWhereâs your shadow?â Peter asked as Sirius sat down next to James in the Charms classroom.Â
The boys had all noticed over the week that you werenât as present as you usually were. They werenât going to say anything about it, figuring that there had been a tiff or something and youâd be back. Peter, however, had borrowed your Arithmancy notes and needed to give them back.Â
âUh, I think I saw her outside with McKinnon? Dunno.â
âDunno,â Remus mocked. âMate, maybe itâs a conversation for later, but whatâd ya to âer?â
Sirius threw his head back so his hair hung off his head like curtains. âNothing!â
âPadfoot,â Remus said in a low voice.Â
âWhat?â His eyes were closed as he tipped his chair onto its back legs. âSheâs just, ah, whatâd Mary say⊠mixing it up.âÂ
James chuckled as you entered the room with Marlene, sitting on the other side of the classroom.Â
âMixing it up or do you have a plague we donât know about?â he asked, elbowing Sirius in his side.Â
âFuck, Prongs,â Sirius hissed, his chair screeching against the stone floor as he abruptly sat up.Â
He saw where you were sitting and he grumbled something incoherent to himself. The boys found it hard to believe that Sirius didnât do anything, but it was clear that he didnât know that he had and wasnât going to accept it. Remus and Peter exchanged curious looks before Peterâs face lit up. He leaned over his desk and poked Siriusâ shoulder.Â
âDo me a favor and give her her Arithmancy note back for me after class. Maybe you could, ah, you know, talk to her or something.â
Sirius turned in his chair quickly. Peter held out the notes with a little flourish and a shit-eating grin on his face.
âWormtail, you might be a genius,â Sirius said, taking the notes and shoving them into his bag.Â
After the class ended, Sirius haphazardly tossed his things into his bag and hurried after you. You and Marlene had sat closer to the door and disappeared almost instantly after Flitwick dismissed everyone. He spotted you two walking in the direction of the Transfiguration Courtyard. He needed to catch up with you.Â
After jogging to catch up to you, he asked out of breath, âWhat did I do?â
You stopped walking, looking at Marlene as if she knew what he was talking about. She glanced between the two of you.
âIâll, um let you talk?â she said awkwardly before leaving you in the semi-privacy of the corridor.Â
Sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alcove to be out of the way of other students.
âWhat did I do?â he repeated. Guilt laced his voice despite not knowing what he was guilty of.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked.
âWhy are you avoiding me?â
You hated how hurt he sounded. You shifted your weight and looked anywhere but at him.Â
âHelping you,â you said softly. âIâm helping you.â
He pressed his hand to his forehead with a sigh.
âWhy on this bloody earth would my best friend avoiding me be helping me?â
âIâm clearing the way for you to be happy.â Your voice was still small.Â
âI donât understand.âÂ
He placed his hands on your shoulders. You took a step back, but he just took a step forward so the distance between you didnât change.Â
âHelp me understand,â he pleaded.Â
You forced yourself to look him in the eye. His grey eyes were scanning your face for the answers you were withholding from him.Â
âThe girls,â you start to say, gesturing with your arm to an invisible crowd. âYou have a better chance at getting a girlfriend if Iâm not around. I hear-â Your voice cracks. âI hear what they say. They debate if weâre together or not since weâre always together. I figured if I wasnât in the picture, that wouldnât be an issue. Youâd have your pick.â
Sirius took another step toward you and let his hands drop to your elbows and then to your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.Â
âWhat if,â he spoke slowly as he stared at your hands, âI already picked?â
âThen sheâs a lucky girl.âÂ
You could feel tears welling in your eyes. He already picked. It was probably that Ravenclaw.
âIf she likes me, then Iâd say Iâm the lucky one.âÂ
âOf course she likes you,â you said, giving his hands a squeeze and making him look at you again. âHasnât she been flirting with you and asking you on dates?â You give him an empty smile. âThe usual?â
âThat Ravenclaw?â he asked with wide eyes. âNo. Godric, no. The girl Iâm talking about⊠Sheâs much better. She taught me how to be soft and tender and delicate. Iâm not sure how she did it, but she did. And sheâs been a loud presence in my life since we met. But sheâs been avoiding me for a bit and the silence⊠Love, itâs driving me crazy.â
Your heart was pounding in your chest, enough to give you a faint feeling of nausea.Â
âMe?â you breathed.Â
âYou.â He dropped your hands so he could cup your face. âI donât know when it happened exactly, but I fell for you.
âBut all the flirting?â He chuckled awkwardly. âPracticing in hopes youâd say something. I couldnât say anything. I couldnât risk losing you, but then you disappeared and it was worse than I couldâve imagined.â He paused and his face grew pink. âI sâpose I shouldâve asked⊠Do you-â
âOh, Merlin, donât be daft. Do you think Iâd put up with all your Maraudersâ bullshit if I didnât?â
You both laughed and then Sirius pulled your face close to his before pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âThank goodness. Because Iâd sell my soul for you. Iâd sell my soul ten times over for you.âÂ
âLetâs hope it never comes to that.â Your words are teasing but the smile on your face is as genuine and warm as it is wide.Â
Because you were Siriusâ happiness.Â
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hii! i hope you are doing well. i love your overworked series so much. it's very relatable to me on what the circumstances the reader is in and all i do eat the series all up(munch munch) how about like a study date for them? that would be cute
Hello honey !! Thank you so much for this request, I was so excited to write it <3 Hope you enjoy!
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summary: you ask Leon to go on a study date with you at a coffee shop. Things donât go as planned, but work out just fine in the end.
cw: i think this qualifies as a drabble not a oneshot itâs short :( but sweet :) sorry some angst slipped in there, one of Leonâs ex friends says some kind of mean things about you but Leon comes to your defense, honestly thatâs it this is pretty fluffy
a/n: i just know leon absolutley slams those frou frou coffee drinks. i say this as a frou frou coffee drink enjoyer
no the Baby I'm Yours reference was not intentional
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It was you who proposed the idea of a study date.
"I think it might be nice," You'd said, staring at your shoes and shuffling in place as people file out of the last class of your day- the one you share with Leon. "I usually study by myself, but I think it would be good to... get out of my room, for a bit. Um. And then we could study together?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
This is one of his current favorite sentences. "Training you to stand your ground, princess. Nothing bad is gonna happen when you do."
You squeeze the strap of your backpack. "Telling...? But also asking, because I don't know if you're free."
"Even if I did have plans I would cancel them. Where were thinking of going?"
A burst of heat rises to your face. "That cafe? Near the east side of campus?"
He leans down, giving you a quick peck on the nose. "I think that's a great idea."
The walk to the cozy cafe isn't too long, but it is cold. You shamelessly use the winter chill as an excuse to cuddle up to Leon.
"As if you need one," He mumbles, squeezing you close to him.
When you arrive to the shop, the bell dinging signifying your entrance, Leon tugs at the backpack on your shoulder.
"Gimme that. I'll snag us a table that has outlets. Order something for me?"
You donât have to look to know the hand in front of you has his credit card in it. And you know better than to refuse. He likes spending money on you, for whatever reason. Youâre not complaining, really, it just eats at you a little bit. Just a little.
But itâs also really, really, really sweet. The kindness tends to override the guilt, in his case.
For yourself, you order exactly what you want- Leon has a second sense for when you order something that's for the sake of preserving money rather than what you actually want. You'd asked him once where his seemingly never-ending supply of money came from, but he'd just kissed you on the forehead and told you not to worry about it. You kind of still worry about it, but never enough for him to notice.
For Leon, you order exactly what he wants but will never admit to liking- an iced caramel macchiato. The way coffee shops like Starbucks make them, not the traditional way. More milk and sugar than coffee. It's funny watching him slug his way through black coffee with a splash of milk when you know for a fact the milky, sugary coffee drinks never last longer than about five minutes when they're in front of him.
The cafe isn't that crowded, so it doesn't take long for your drinks to be ready. You take them from the bar with a thanks, then slide into the table Leon snagged for you.
His eyes catch on the drink.
"What is that?"
"An iced caramel macchiato."
"And why, exactly, did you order that for me?"
"Because you like them."
"No I-"
"Don't even pretend."
He takes the drink with a grumble, but reaches across the table and squeezes your hand once, a quiet thank you.
You take a sip of your own drink, then take your supplies out of your backpack and get to work.
You work fairly quietly, Leon occasionally sliding random snacks he, apparently, just keeps with him across the table to you. At one point, he gets up and returns with a plate that has a few of the pastries you were eyeing earlier on it. How he even knew exactly which ones you wanted is a mystery to you.
An hour or so after he gets the pastries, the bell dings, signifying someone's entrance.
"No way! Leon, is that you?"
Leon's face twists into something sour and angry, and a small stab of apprehension slices through your chest as the voice is accompanied by approaching feet.
"Josh," Leon says evenly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Haven't seen you in awhile. On purpose."
You turn, eyeing the man that's standing behind you, a few other guys standing a little ways behind him, all leering for a glance.
The Josh in question just laughs. "Oh, whatever Leon," His gaze catches on your face and his eyes widen.
"No way. Are you seriously here with the pretentious--"
"You mean my girlfriend?" Leon leans forward in his seat, his jaw set and his fists clenched where they rest on the table. "Be very careful about your next words."
Girlfriend?
Josh blinks. "I meant nothing by it, man. I'm just surprised to see you here with her, is all."
Leon looks absolutely murderous. "And why would that be?"
"Just because, you know. We always talked about how annoying her attitude was. And that rivalry thing you guys had."
"I remember ditching you guys when you started ragging on her, yeah. Fuck off, Josh."
Josh raises his hands. "Jeez, okay man. I was just surprised. You're seriously choosing that girl over us?"
"This woman, yes. We were never friends like that. Forgive me if I prefer being with someone who doesn't make me consider the legality of finishing a college degree in prison."
Josh seems upset by Leon's statement, but Leon holds his ground. He jerks his head towards the rest of the gaggle. "Go."
Josh scampers away, metaphorical tail between his legs.
Leon immediately turns to you, brows furrowed in concern and body un-tensing. "Are you okay? Did he upset you? Do I need to kill him?"
You blurt out the first and only thing you got from that entire exchange.
"I'm your girlfriend?"
He re-tenses.
"Do you... not want to be?"
"No!" You shout, a little too loudly, because Josh and his friends look back over, but the ensuing glare from you and Leon is enough for them to look away so quickly you think you hear Joshâs neck pop.
"No," you say quietly, "I um. I'd really like to be your girlfriend. I just. I didn't know what we were."
He gets that fond look in his eyes again. The one he gets before he says something sappy.
"Baby," He says, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand. "I"m yours. I mean that. I didn't formally ask you out because I figured you wanted to take things slow."
"I did. At first."
He smiles. "Then princess, my princess, may I please be your boyfriend?"
You can't help the giddy giggle the escapes your mouth. "Yes."
"Oh thank god," He says, wiping fake sweat off his brow. "It would've been awkward to have a heart attack and die in this cafe."
"That seems a bit extreme."
"Not really. Have you seen my girlfriend? Cardiac events are a normal reaction, I assure you."
You don't get much studying done for the rest of the day.
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After that, there is a noticeable increase in study dates and date-dates. Leon is weirdly good at picking date spots and ideas.
The first time he introduces you as his girlfriend at a party, Ada shouts so loudly you think she might burst someone's eardrum. Your roommates all squeal with excitement when you tell them.
Chris, being Chris, says "Weren't you already dating?" when Leon tells him the news. That seems to be the general consensus.
You're on another study date right now, Leon's face doing that cute little scrunch thing when he's thinking about a math problem, and you set your pencil down just to stare at him.
He's your boyfriend.
You're his girlfriend.
He looks up at you, chewing on the end of his pencil. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
"No," You say, a little breathless. "M' just looking at my boyfriend."
He grins, leaning across the table to give you a kiss, soft and slow.
You're normally not one for PDA.
But maybe you'll allow it. For your boyfriend.
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Aftercare scaramouche after that intense love making and then date? :00
..... And the "will you marry me" HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHâ yes fluff yeseyssyeysyeyysysyeysjdutnd thank you for taking this :3
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⊠characters: scaramouche x gn!reader
⊠cw: aftercare, fluff, rivals to lovers type of stuff, reader without cat allergies (Iâm sorry TT)
⊠word count: 1.824k
⊠notes: My dearest đanon is back with the banger requests. This was really fun to write (I finished at 3am) though I improvised on the âwill you marry meâ part since I wasnât sure what you meant. <3
Part 1 | ⊠Part 2
Hours had passed since your productive activity with Scaramoucheâthe man had practically fallen asleep after cleaning up the mess with you. Heâd go to his room as soon as the both of you are done, he said; He just needs to rest his legs for a moment, he said. Now you have the man laid on your bed, head resting on your lap while you occupied yourself with your studies yet again.
Thankfully, the sleepy brat did have some spare notes in his room and lended it to you, saying he just âowed you oneâ. You dared not to waste this opportunity, and luckily enough, his notes were actually pretty neat. It was easy to understand and precise with the topic.
And strangely enough, this moment is as serene as it could get. Itâs been a while since youâve felt at peace with Scaramouche in the same room. His hair sways gently in the breeze from the fan, framing his tired face. If it were before, youâd be tempted to slap him and ruin his sleep, but now, you simply adore how relaxing it is to be with him.
Your lips curled to a smile before turning to a flat lineâYou canât think about Scaramouche like that! Heâs still an infuriating prick; arrogant, immature, annoying.. and maybe a tiny bit tolerable when getting fuckedâwhat?
Speaking of the devil, the man on your lap starts to stir awake, grumbling as his eyes open and adjusts to the light of your room. With that familiar scowl, he lifts his head up and sees your gaze fixated on the notes he had given you.
âYou're still going at it, huh?â Scaramouche prompts with a groggy tone. He rubbed his eyes with his palm, trying to remember what happened right before he passed out, âHow long have I been out..?â
âJust a few.. hours.â
âHours?â
âHours.â
âUgh, I'm so tired.. and my ass hurts,â He complained, nuzzling your legs more though you didnât point it out knowing itâll just explode his stubborn head. âThis is all your fault.â
âOh?â You looked down, seeing him scowling at you, âSays the one who was moaning like a bitch in heââ
âI WAS NOT.â Scaramouche quickly interrupted your rebuttal, his face reddening quickly. âI was making perfectly normal sounds when making love to you.â
That almost made you laugh. âMake love? You have a funny way of saying sex,â You grinned, your gaze going back to your notes.
âItâs the same thing,â He rolled his eyes before adding an explanation, âMaking love is just a better term, sex is too casual, fucking is too forward.â It was such an old-school term, you canât believe it was coming from someone like him.
âI didnât know you were such a romantic,â You commented, browsing through the notes absentmindedly, âShould I be flattered? Or maybe youâre trying to impress me.â
Scaramouche raised an eyebrow and turned his head towards you from your lap. âImpress you? Pshh, thatâs rich coming from someone who needed my notes to pass the same classes as me.â
Your eyes narrowed down to his expression, âMind you that you were the one who also tore my notes apart.â
Scaramouche rolled his eyes, âWhatever, my point still stands.â
The moment drops to silenceâScaramoucheâs sarcastic comments were duller then usual, not irritating you to the point youâre both at each otherâs throats. Maybe this âmaking loveâ thing was getting to you too. Damn this man for being so confusing sometimes.
To surprise yourself even more, your hand travels to his head, stroking his hair thatâs been messed up during his nap. He tensed a little before reluctantly leaning to your touch, the way his shoulder slumped was a telltale sign that this is comforting for him as well.
The thought slipped in before you could stop itâMaybe he wasnât so bad. Maybe you could try something⊠more.
âHey,â Scaramouche started, clearing his throat before continuing, though it sounded more like he was contemplating. âSince we... made love,â he added, his voice growing quieter, the pink in his cheeks deepening. âMaybe we should, I donât know⊠do something. Together. Tomorrow.â
You paused, âAre you.. asking me out on a date?â
âDonât make it weird!â He quickly snapped, getting out of your lap as if to get serious, âIt just.. wouldnât feel right to act like nothing happened.. after all we did tonight.â
That was weirdly sweetâScaramouche not wanting things to be casual after âmaking loveâ? Maybe he really isnât so bad after all.
âI suppose I can make time for you tomorrow..â You hummed, attempting to look indifferent though you can feel a smile trying to appear in the corner of your lips.
âHere we are..â Scaramouche says in front of a cat cafe-library. The fact he was the one to lead you here means he goes here often. Cute. And honestly? It wasnât a bad choice for a first date.
âI didnât know this was near our university,â You commented as you pushed the door open, the soft jingle of the bell above ringing inside as the both of you entered. âYou must be here quite often, huh?â
âOf course not,â Scaramouche scoffed, âI just figured you might like it here.â As soon as he gets beside you inside, a gray Scottish fold cat trotted over to him, nuzzling his legs as it meowed in an affectionate tone.
With a raised eyebrow, you smirked at the sight. âYou donât have to lie. No judgment if this is your go-to for weekends.â You teased, successfully flustering Scaramouche with the accusation. Then again, itâs not really an accusation if itâs true, right?
âI told youâit isnât!â He grumbled, quickly shooing away the cat, the failed attempt only getting the cute creature to follow him as the both of you get to a comfortable cornerâwhich, again, would be a telltale sign that heâs been here a lot.
âI bet the majority of the books here have your name signed on them already,â You continued, leaning back on the chair with a smug grin.
Scaramouche rolled his eyes at you, his fingers drumming lightly on the menu over the desk. âYouâre not as funny as you think you are.â
Your grin widens as the same cat from earlier leaps on to his lap, the man instinctively scratching the pet behind its ears, âSo youâre saying Iâm wrong?â
âOf course youâre wrong,â Scaramouche replies with half of his attention, eyes glued to the cat, âI donât sign every book I read, just the ones that are worth my time.â
Before you could retort with another teasing remark, Scaramouche calls for a waiter to take your orders. You simply chose the first thing you saw on the menu, while Scaramouche ordered his âusualâ. He's really not pretending anymore, is he?
The waiter leaves as you both place your orders, the two of you engaged in a moment filled with purrs and meows. You watched him continue petting the cat, fingers scratching behind the ears or just brushing the fur from its body. His gaze meets yours, the scrutiny making him flustered quickly.
âI know what youâre thinkingâand donât flatter yourself just because you can see this side of me,â He mumbled, âJust call it damage control.â
âDamage control? Since when did you care about what I think?â You mused with a teasing tone yet with softened expression.
Scaramouche froze for a moment, his hand stilling on the catâs fur. âI donât.. but I do care about what would happen after last night.â The admission came out easily, so easy that even Scaramouche was surprised he could confess that to you.
âI see..â You nodded. The waiter came back with only Scaramoucheâs drinkâhis drink being most likely prioritized since heâs a usual customer. Other than that, his drink was just black coffee. You almost forgot the same man youâre talking to isnât fond of sweets. Once the waiter left, you continued your discussion with him.
âThen what would you want to happen after last night?â
âIâm.. not sure. I just know I donât want things to be casual afterwards.â
Scaramouche took a sip of his coffee, the tension between you two was increasing and he doesnât entirely dislike it. âWhat Iâm saying is that it wouldnât feel right to brush things off after making love with each other.â
You almost envied that he had something to drink while talking about this, it felt awkward to just sit there and take his point all in.
âYou really are full of surprises,â You finally replied, resting your cheek on your palm as you leaned forward to the table. âWhat else should I know about you?â
He looks at you, considering whether your question was rhetorical or not. âIâm a date-to-marry kind of person.â Well that much wasnât surprising, but it gave you another opportunity to tease him.
âReally? Are you saying you want to get married to me then?â Your familiar grin shows up on your lips again, the tension easing up as you watch Scaramouche gradually get flustered over your joke.
The man quickly snapped at your jest, âDonât be ridiculous! Thatâs notââ His voice trails off, clearly too embarrassed to continue his rebuttal. âYouâre impossible to have a proper conversation with.â He mumbled at the end.
It really seemed like youâre seeing a different side of your roommate, a side you didnât think existedâespecially not from a man that was either always frustrated or frustrating.
You burst into laughter, both from how adorable and hilarious his reaction is. âIâm kidding,â You say with a wide grin, âBut Iâd make a great spouse, wouldnât I?â
âGods forbid you to be self-aware.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Scaramouche didnât get to reply once the waiter had finally, finally, arrived with your order. As you took the moment to savor what youâve gotten, the man in front of you smiledânot from just the sight of you enjoying your food, but most likely from your joke as well.
When your eyes returned to him, Scaramouche was already focused on the cat in his lap again. It made you wonderâif he liked the cat so much, why not adopt it? The cat seemed to like him just fine, after all.
Your eyes shifted around the place, seeing multiple cats lounging or playing with other customers. âAre cat adoptions allowed in this place?â You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
Your question makes him pause for a moment before looking around for a paper that might indicate a solid answer. âI think so, why?â
You shrugged. âIf you like that cat so much, we should adopt it.â The words lingered in Scaramoucheâs mind. The fact that you said âweâ instead of âyouâ; It was a subtle shift, but enough to make the butterflies heâd been trying to drown with black coffee start fluttering again.
Scaramouche then cleared his throat, âSo about our marriage..â
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â Separate Worlds, Chapter One â
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Michael Gavey x Popular!rich!reader
A/N: It took a while as I wanted to write some chapters ahead but the first part of my first longer fanfiction is here! Please give me feedback I need to know if it's any good :)
Summary: Living two completely separate lives you and Michael had never really crossed paths and youâve never really looked at him before. But when your worlds collide, affections arise.
Word count: 1.8k
Wednesday, October 12th 2006
The sound of rain hitting your thin single paned window woke you from your usual noon nap. Waking up with a groan, you checked your watch. A beautiful watch from Cartier, one youâve always wanted. Another gift from your beloved father, who would rather send you gifts to apologise than actually say the words. He would once again miss your birthday, this year he would fly to Turkey, for a 'very important business trip'.Â
You didnât even care where the fucker would run away to this time, heâd do anything to get away from your mum, and from your family. Anytime you would meet someone and tell them your name theyâd immediately perk up, your family was quite an old one and when the first cars were invented your ancestor was there, right with Benz himself. In current day your father ran the family company, manufacturing and transporting cars all over the world, and soon your brother would join him.
You never had much of a thing for cars, but luckily for you your older brother did. He wasnât going to be there either though. He was accepted into Harvard, and was currently studying abroad in America. A loud knock fully awakened you and you rose from your bed, you were so tired you didnât even change into comfier clothes, you just napped in your cute fall outfit of the day instead.Â
Opening the door, Farleigh almost immediately bursted into your room. He seemed angry, but he usually was. You met him in your first year, of course upon hearing your name called on in a lecture, he partnered up with you after class. So your first project was with him, he was nice enough but sometimes he could be really annoying and above himself.Â
You took a deep breath as Farleigh made himself comfortable in your bed, you did not have the energy to tell him to sit on the couch instead so you silently joined him, waiting for him to start his rant. âSo? What happened?â You asked, since he was still moping on your bed in silence. âThat fucking rat Oliver! He lends his bike to Felix ONCE and now theyâre besties! He is literally a dirt poor cunt that has no personality or anything interesting about him!âÂ
Great so thatâs what this was going to be. âChrist Far, what did he do?â You had to hold back a chuckle, you felt bad for him but when Farleigh was mad he made this really funny face. âDonât fucking laugh! Itâs not funny! You know how Felix and I were going to go to that new coffee place that just opened, and you and Eloise were going to join us after your maths class? Well fuck that apparently! Because Felix just messaged me that Oliver and him are doing an assignment together and he had to cancel!â
âDonât get me wrong Far, that really sucks but if itâs for school I donât really-â He cut you off before you could even explain yourself. âThe fucking assignment is not until next monday! Itâs wednesday for fucks sake!â You so did not have energy for this. âOkay Far, please calm down, if you do think that Oliver is doing it on purpose the last thing you want is to give him the satisfaction of pissing you off. Just stay calm about this and weâll ask if Maisie is free this afternoon to join us.âÂ
Farleigh seemed to cool off and now instead looked a bit embarrassed. âYeah, yeah youâre right. Sorry for barging in like this, didnât mean to wake you. Iâll message Maisie then, grab a coffee with me? As an apology for waking you up?â You gave him a smile and nodded. âLetâs drink it in the library, itâll be so cosy with the rain and I need to finish some homework really quick before maths today. Should I message Eloise if she wants in?â
âYeah sounds good, put on your shoes and let's go!â Farleigh was all back to his normal energised self again and you did as he said. Eloise replied that she would join you later. You and Farleigh jogged to the library, him with your coffeeâs and you trying to hold the umbrella over both of your heads. Both of you couldnât help but giggle as Farleigh almost spilled the coffee at the entrance, while you shook off the umbrella.Â
You both strolled in and walked over to a free table in the back, with a big beautiful window that showed the autumn weather outside. Farleigh slid over your iced coffee to you while he drank his hot cappuccino with way too much sugar. Farleigh grabbed his laptop to work on some essay he had due tonight and you grabbed your maths homework. After about thirty minutes of work, you both couldnât help but talk about Eloiseâs new boyfriend.Â
A loud snort accidently left your lips when Farleigh imitated the poor boy's smile, which was all teeth and kind of creepy, when you flinched at the sight of a guy peering at the two of you behind a bookshelf. Farleighâs brow furrowed and he turned to see what you were looking at behind him. Once he saw the guy he turned back to you and mouthed âwhat the fuck?â which made you laugh again.
This seemed to be the final straw for the guy and he walked over. âCould the two of you shut up. You do realise that this is a library? People are trying to actually study.â The guy sneered. You looked at him with wide eyes, where had you seen him before? He didnât seem like the guy to take literatureâŠalso not any of your other classes- oh⊠Maths. You definitely saw him there.Â
Youâve never really looked at him before. He was quite handsome if you took away the classes, khaki pants, tucked in blouse and the keys hanging from his belt, not bad. Farleigh spoke up before you could apologise. âAren't you the guy who screamed at Oliver during O week?â He looked at the guy with an expression you knew all too well, he was about to rip this guy a new one. And of course the poor guyâs face goes red as a tomato.Â
You felt bad and gave Farleigh a look, anything to stop this awful moment. Luckily Farleigh gave it a rest and the guy opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. He walked away instead. âWhat the actual fuck was that.â You laughed, the whole interaction was absurd. âI have no idea- Oh, El just messaged me. She is⊠on her way and will be here soon.â Farleigh read as he scanned his eyes over his phone.Â
âGood, but donât make that face again in front of her. Itâll only start something between the two of you." Then your eyes noticed something, the guy from just now, sitting all alone, fervently writing down notes. Hm, kind of sad. Only five minutes later did Eloise stumble into the library, dripping wet, with her books under her coat. âFuck me, that rain is just getting worse.â She said a little loudly as she dropped her books on the table. Earning a look from that guy from before.
âYou donât have an umbrella?â Farleigh chuckled. âNo I donât, who remembers to bring an umbrella to uni?â She scoffed. You raised your brows and smiled at Farleigh. He laughed and Eloise sat down, copying some of your already finished homework. âHurry up, we only have ten minutes until maths start.âÂ
âYeah yeah Iâll be quick. I can easily do this in five and then we be there âbout three minutes before, thatâs plenty of time.â You rolled your eyes and watched as Eloise hurriedly scrabbled on the paper. When she was done, Farleigh went back to his dorm to watch a movie, while you and Eloise headed the other way to maths, laughing when she saw you open the umbrella for the two of you.Â
Eloise always preferred to sit in the back, so thatâs where you went. Felix and Oliver were already there. To be honest you didnât know if you liked Oliver just yet, he hadnât been around for long but you just got weird vibes from him. But if Felix liked you thatâs all it takes to âget inâ. You hadnât realised when you were walking in front of Eloise that you would be seated right next to Felix.Â
You didnât mind him, but he had this sort of weird thing with girls. As if he needed to prove to himself that he could get anyone, except for you. You had no interest in him, you were more the type to have a friendship and deep connection with someone rather than hooking up. But that was exactly what Felix was, a quick fuck. You gave him an awkward smile when he grinned at you, and a small nod from Oliver.Â
Time for small talk was impossible as your professor already cleared his throat, silencing the hall. But for some reason your eyes were scanning the room. That kind of looked like- oh, nope not him. He kind of looks similar- also not him, oh, there he is. All the way to the bottom left. You instantly recognised that nose, that jaw, his soft blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes- okay, that was a lot. You had no idea what overcame you but you would definitely be thinking about him later, when you were alone. And it was the daydreams of him that got you through the boring lecture.
Thursday, October 13th 2006
âSaying what you gonâ do to meâ âBut I ainât seen nothingâ âTypical ainât hardly the type I fall forâ âI like when the physical-â You were so engrossed in the song coming from your headphones that you bumped into someone. Oh god- it was him. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry!â You said as you ripped your headphones out of your ears. âWhatever.â He mumbled, about to just step around you and move along into the building but you stopped him, grabbing his arm. Which made him turn around and look at you surprised.Â
âIâm so sorry about yesterday, I wanted to apologise then, but Farleigh can be so rude.â You smiled. He didnât respond but looked at your hand on his arm instead, which you then quickly let go. âUhm, whatâs your name?â His mouth was slightly opened as he stumbled out, âM-Michael Gavey.â He stuck out his hand and you shook it as you told him your name. âNice to meet you Michael, and again so sorry about yesterday.â He only nodded and then walked away. You subconsciously smiled and put your headphones back in, heading to your next lecture of the day.
#michael gavey x fem reader smut#michael gavey x fem reader#michael gavey x reader smut#michael gavey x reader#saltburn fanfic#saltburn smut#michael gavey saltburn
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would love to hear more of ur thoughts of jason... ANY jason thoughts, virgin, getting pegged, dom, on top on bottom, angry, emotional, loving, clingy...
any jason thoughts are appreciate tenfold pls i love the way you write its so sensual and enjoyable (//Ï//)
Virgin!Jason/Sex Worker!Reader, 1.9K Words Why thank you anon, you're too kind. Itâs funny you sent this in because I have been thinking about Jason a lot recently. Bit of a an odd one actually, Iâve been thinking about how easily he could get hooked on OFs or something similar. Stay with me here...
âJason loves cars, and girls, and getting into fightsâŠâ
The problem is, ever since he came back, he doesnât know how to talk to or act around women.
Think about it. He was a teenage boy when he died, still going through puberty, never truly finding closure on all those changes. Now heâs a man.
A man with emotions, and desires, and urges that he doesnât understand and has no idea how to satiate. The not knowing makes him nervous, angry even.
The first and only time Roy tried the âHave you met Jay?â line it was painful. Like giving water to a hydrophobe. Dying of thirst, wanting it so bad, but his hands are shaking, he can barely even make eye contact, let alone hold a conversation. Or touch her. Man, he wanted to touch her, she had such a pretty smile and glowing skin and the most brilliant laugh. He wound up muttering a âsorry, bye.â To the floor and walking out. When Roy finally caught up, he got one hell of an earful. Yelling was all Jay could do not to start throwing punches he'd regret later. Roy had only had the best of intentions after all.
It was Dick whoâd mentioned that the posters of half-naked women splayed across car bonnets or dowsed in lite beer might be a bit distasteful. Heâd wanted to argue, if theyâre bad, why do they sell them? But he was smarter than that really, and Dick was right, if he ever did bring a girl home, he wouldnât want her to feel uncomfortable. Though the mattress without a bed frame and the lack of amenities might do that anyway. Regardless, he takes them down and throws them out along with a stack of vintage Playboys from his youth. Heâll rely on the words of D. H. Lawrence, Cleland and the likes for that sort of thing.
And just reading works, for a while. But there are itches books just canât scratch, and like hell is he mortified himself trying to talk to women in public again. Heâd almost gotten up the courage once since the debacle with Roy.
At the library, looking for classics and checking out their damaged clearance sale. Heâd noticed her the moment heâd entered, such a sweet, sharp woman, teaching seniors how to use computers. Heâd lingered for a while, until the class was over, determined to make small talk with her while getting his books checked out, but then he remembered what he was checking out. Immediately he was flooded with doubt. She'd think he was a perv. He put his books on the put-back trolly and left without a word.
That same night, feeling sorry for himself is when he falls down the rabbit hole of social media. Scrolling endlessly through post after post of girls on Instagram. His own page consisted of only a faceless gym selfie and the engine of a bike heâd been restoring, but he followed a lot of accounts. Book reviewers, muscle car enthusiasts, musicians. It wasnât purely coincidental that most of those content creators were women.
His heart jumps out of his chest when he gets a notification, that doesnât happen often, and usually itâs from Dick sending him funny dog videos, or Steph tagging him memes but this one is a âfollow backâ.
Heâd been following you for a while, liking all your posts and occasionally commenting. Nothing flirty, he didnât wanna seem like one of those creeps saying gross, inappropriate shit, but that often resulted in him sounding lame for praising the high amount of protein in your home-cooked meal, or something else mundane. Today heâs pointed out how nice the clouds in the back of your group selfie looked but apparently that was enough to get your attention.
You like his two photos and drop him a message. âHadnât noticed but youâre right. Those clouds were very pretty.â
âNot as pretty as you.â He types out then quickly deletes it. You were very pretty, exactly the kind of girl he would choke up around. You didn't have a lot of followers, and your posts weren't really curated to a theme or gimmick. You just documented your life. For some reason though Jason had been drawn to you ever since your smiling face had popped up in his recommended following.
Instead replies with a very creative âYeahâ
âSorry, hope Iâm not bothering you. You just seem cool.â
âYouâre not bothering me.â He answers instantly, not wanting to put you off but unsure what to say.
âGood! If youâre ever feeling chatty, hmu đâ
Easier said than done, but he massively appreciates the offer. He just doesnât know how to take you up on it. Looking for inspiration he looks at your account again, noticing a link in your bio that heâs sure hadnât been there when heâd first followed you. He does a spit take when it leads him to an OF page. No, that definitely was not there before.
Now heâs even more unsure what to do. Would it be weird for him to subscribe after youâd just spoken to him? Or was that what you wanted? Surely you put it there because you want subscribers, right? Should he ask you or would that make it more awkward? Why is taking down drug lords and killer clowns less scary and confusing than this?
He stews on the conundrum for a while, but eventually, he takes the plunge, signing up with the same username as his Instagram, irlgothamzombie. He could spend all night looking at your posts, and he does. Judging by your post history, and low interactions, youâve not been doing this long, but he circles through the same handful of posts over and over, keeping his own hands full throughout. wink wink. Â Â Â
He canât get enough of looking at your body, squeezed into little costumes, draped in colourful lingerie, naked and stark against your bedspread. Thereâs one video in particular he canât get enough of though, itâs you in a lacy green slip, giggling as you play with the hem, teasing the camera with a cheeky glint in your eye but never really showing anything. He plays it over and over again, fisting his cock as he images itâs his hands sneaking up your thighs, making you laugh over and over until he cums into his hand.
Even though the caption is specifically asking him your followers what type of content theyâd like to see you make while in that outfit, he only comments ânice wallpaperâ and logs out, cheeks burning with shame as he cleans up.
Itâs a few days before he works up the nerve to log back in. Heâs still high on adrenaline after a face-off with Black Mask. Feeling bold and looking for release, itâs the first thing he does when he gets home but seeing two notifications from you is like having a bucket of ice water thrown at him.
Youâd replied to his comment, âđHadnât noticed but youâre right.â
When he hadnât said anything else youâd sent him another DM. âLosing interest, or are you just the shy type?â
âThe âyouâre so hot I donât know how to talk to you type.ââ Heâd read through the other comments youâd gotten, that felt tame. A little out of his comfort zone, but safe enough to press send.
âThatâs actually so sweet.â You get back to him quickly, sending multiple messages at once. Hopefully that means youâre glad to hear from him. âYou can talk to me however you like.â
âYou never said what you wanted to see me do?â
âIf youâre comfy answering.â
Shitshitshit. His throat is painfully dry as he thinks up a response. âidk but I like it on.â
âgreen is my favorite color.â
âlooks good on youâ
âDo you want to see me fuck myself while wearing it?â The question is accompanied by a racy picture of you wearing the slip in reference that you hadnât posted anywhere else.
YES! âyeahâ
âShould I use my hands, or something naughtier?â
âwhatever you like bestâ it probably seems like such a cop-out answer but he means it. âwant you to enjoy it as much as I willâ
âCanât tell if youâre my nicest subscriber or not, but I got you, sweet stuff đâ
The next day you upload the results, and he watches it straight away, not that heâd been waiting for it or anything. Heâs already half-hard when he hits the play button. Then you say âThis oneâs specifically for you irlgothamzombieâ straight into the camera with a wink and he canât get his dick out of his pants fast enough.
He tries to take it slow, wanting to enjoy the whole video but thatâs easier said than done. Heâs leaking pre-cum minutes into watching as you run your hands along your body, dipping your fingers between your legs, over your covered nipples but never revealing anything.
His resolve wavers when you start to rub yourself through the fabric, cooing and moaning as you build friction. He bites his lip so hard to ground himself that it starts to bleed.
Then you bring out the big guns, he doesnât know what itâs called, but itâs some kind of toy. Long, with a round head that you hold to your clit and fuck, do you enjoy it. Youâre practically drooling as you buck your hips and roll your eyes back. Your orgasm is loud and wet, and he almost breaks until he realises there are still a few minutes left.
You keep going, so he does too. Holding out until the very end. Is it possible that sex could feel better than this? Wild.
He messages you first this time.
He buys the green slip and the matching thong, still dirty after youâd cum all over them. Under the bawdy smell of sex he can just make scent of your perfume. It's intoxicating. Maybe he should ask you what brand it is so he can get a bottle and spray it all over his apartment.
He spends all day in bed, clutching the delicate lace to his chest and sucking on the underwear until his dick aches and he physically canât cum again without hurting himself.
He isnât sure how he feels about your return PO Box being in BlĂŒdhaven. It's exciting and terrifying to think that you're real, and out in the world, within driving distance even. He could just bump into you one day. He could probably track you down if he wanted to but he kind of likes the comfort of you being behind a screen.
Eventually, he buys every service you offer, custom videos, a dick rating, your private Snapchat, and he practically purges your wish list. Not just the sexy stuff, but the gift cards, the clothes, the collectables, anything you want.
With every purchase you send him your thanks, ask him about his day, his interests both sexual and in general. You offer him services for free or heavily discounted, expressions of your gratitude for all heâs done but he always declines.
A part of him believes that youâd still talk to him if he stopped financing you, you're practically two steps away from asking for it outright, and he knows that. But the money is like a safety net. Like his helmet; a barrier between him and heartbreaking humiliation. As long as he keeps doling out the cash, heâll never have to know if youâd reject him without it.
#anon#gilverrrambles#jason todd#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#red hood/reader#red hood x reader#red hood#nsft#reader insert#f reader#tw sex work
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okay saw that you also write for ethan morgan and could you. write a siren!reader thats like SUPER into him and he finds it unnerving (hes not used to girls Actually liking him) and he agrees to go on a date w her?? you can choose where!
"Bright like blue" ~ Ethan Morgan x Siren! Reader
tw! siren
erm idk which episode had the siren i cant find it đ i was gonna rewatch it but nvm ig, anyways ik what sirens are so i'll js thug it out. Also this guy is such a geek that he fs does dates at his house and gets his family to leave the house. he's also broke. i hate this.
(backstory: friends w sarah/erica they knew you were a siren, told the group thats how everyone knows)
Ethan kept his distance from her, to the best of his abilities at least. The thought of her luring someone out and killing them just by using her voice was.... frightening to say the least.
Yet, every time she flashed him the smile he remembered the kind of person she was. That she wouldn't make random men fall in love with her and then lure them out to sea and drown them! Right?
He knew you liked him, Sarah told him awhile ago. He didn't know what to do though, a girl hasn't ever liked him before. He's never even been on a date. I mean he's never really been too interested in dating until last year! Except he would be lying if he said you weren't attractive, I mean you're one of the prettiest people he's seen. Like ever.
"Hey, Ethan wait up" You called for him.
You were going to the same class together, he already knew that. It scared him, but he knew. Why was he so terrified of you? He knew you wouldn't actually kill him, but every once in a while he'll catch a glimpse of a scale or gill thats usually well hidden and it freaks him out.
"you wanna walk to class with-" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.
"Do you wanna go on a date?" He asks looking at you, "wi-with me! i mean... do you want to go on a date with me..."
The last part of that was less of a question and more of anxiety and muttering. Yet, you could only smile at him and his dorky self.
"yeah sure" you respond, contently.
He was confused, why was he more anxious about this than you? You're the one that likes him! He doesn't even know if he likes you! Ok, he does like you a little bit... but why aren't you freaking out? Jesus just answer her!
"okay, uhm uh do you wanna just meet me at my house then..?" He was trying to play cool but there was clear anxiety in his voice. His stutter with every other word.
"yeah, sounds cool. So... do you wanna walk to class together or what?" You say, almost teasingly. With that same smile you always give him. God, you're pretty.
He just nods his head and you guys walk and talk with each other to class. You were doing the majority of talking, but you were so funny and so interesting. He hadn't ever talked to you for this long before. Once you reached the class your shared giggles died down.
After sitting through the hour long class he was thinking about what to wear, he had a good idea of what it would be. In the halls you went with Sarah and Erica while he went with Benny and Rory. You both just happened to be talking about the same thing though.
You came over an hour after school ended, there were no cars in the drive way. It looked as if no one was home, except the lights were on. You knocked on the door.
He answered wearing his and blue collar shirt with his formal pants. He looked at your somewhat formal (dress/suit/etc) attire.
"You look great" he says with a nervous smile.
"Thanks," you say with a genuine voice, "you look... geeky"
You both chuckle and he invites you in, offering his hand to you. You grab his hand and he gets a vision of water and a dock and a song.
You being a siren this freaks him out and he lets go of you instantly. While you just look at him confused, why did he drop your hand so fast? He had finally just stopped acting weird around you, kind of. Is he going to start again?
He leads you to the dining room where he set up candles and music, with food that looks surprisingly edible.
The room looked nice but, you had to poke fun.
"Everything looks great, but." Your voice trailed off at the end, teasing him.
He looked at you nervously, "but?"
"Take off the sweater vest. It's killing the mood." You say, playfully making fun of him. Lightly laughing.
He just rolled his eyes, taking off the vest and throwing it somewhere behind the two of you.
You two were talking and laughing the whole night, besides eating the enormous amounts of food that the two of you happened to finish somehow?
"Hey, I wanna show you something c'mon!" You say excitedly, standing up while wiping your face.
He looked at you confused, was this the thing in his vision? What were you showing him? He got up slowly, following you out.
You finally both arrived, hand-in-hand, walking to a somewhat abandoned dock. It didn't look old and dangerous but there were no boats or any signs of recent human life. You leave him and go to the edge of the dock, sticking your feet over. Humming some olden siren tune.
Same song as in his vision, thus making him panic. He stays off the deck completely, scared of what you might do. You turn around, suggesting him to come over as you scoot over. Making room for him. Kicking your feet in the water. He walks over, slowly, to sit with you. He takes off his shoes and socks and puts his feet in the water. Kicking with your feet in the water.
Maybe some visions aren't bad.
#my babysitters a vampire#mbav#ethan morgan#sarah fox#erica jones#rory keaner#benny weir#ethan morgan x reader#sarah fox x reader#erica jones x reader#rory keaner x reader#benny weir x reader#reader x ethan morgan#my babysitters a vampire x reader#mbav x reader#inside#playlist fics
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Hey there! I'd Like to request something. So like, MC is an Artist (Style doesn't matter they just have to draw humanoid things) and then they draw the brothers+dateables in their style, what would the reaction be?
hello! sure thing :)
I myself am admittedly not a very good artist, which is my my preferred art form is writing. the only time I draw is usually during gartic phone games with friends, and thanks to my franticness under a time limit it's always very chaotic. but at this point I've just embraced it and it's always funny
enjoy!
Artist Mc
Lucifer
you draw him while he's seated at the dinner table on a saturday morning while he's reading the newspaper and enjoying a coffee
not that you didn't intend to show him, but suddenly he was leaning over your shoulder, staring, and it caught you off guard
as you scramble to explain, he just smiles and sits back down in his chair and goes back to what he was doing to keep being you model
once you're done, he asks if he can at least have a copy to keep, which in itself is a huge compliment, but it's so he can think of you every time he looks at it đ„ș
Mammon
during class, he happened to look super cute as always while looking wistfully out a nearby window a few rows in front of you and the lesson was getting boring anyways. next to your notes, you begin to doodle him, using highlighters for color
you forget it's there and lend him that very notebook since he had tuned out that same lesson
once he opens it, he seems himself and doesn't know how to react. he's a babbling, red mess
once he regains motor functions, he shakily declares that it's very becoming of the Great Mammon and that you did a great job. success!
Levi
the two of you are hanging out in his room. he's playing a ruri game and you're lounging behind him, sketching on a bean bag
you're not drawing anything in particular and were searching for an idea when suddenly, the idea found you
levi wasn't paying attention to you, so you could easily look at him and ruri, and sketch them side by side in matching outfits
once he stops for a moment to get a snack, you happily show him the drawing and he does the demon equivalent of blue screening. give him a minute to reboot then try again haha
Satan
when you decided to draw him, the two of you were seating together, with you in his lap while he read a book so he saw the drawing from it's first line to it's last
made positive comments about it the entire time, like about how you captured the green of his eyes perfectly, or telling you his hair looked better in the picture than it did in real life
at some point, he stopped pretending to read the book and sat watching you with his chin on your shoulder
he added cute little notes around it once you were done with little hearts around them
Asmo
he's asked you to draw him jokingly a few times, but never expected you to actually do it the next time he asked
when you tell him if he wants, he can pick something else to wear, he almost strips down so you can draw him nude but you stop him as soon as he started to take his shirt off
he scurried away and was back quickly in a new outfit, and posed how he would for a picture
talks to you basically the entire time you draw, and once you're done, he squeezes you into a tight hug and asks if he can post it on his Devilgram
Beel
after joining him enough times for Fangol practice, you knew it well enough to begin making sketches of him as he practiced
drawing him in action was a little challenging since he never held still, but you were determined
you drew a few since his practice went on longer that day, and got to proudly show him the results
he was equally as proud of you since he thought you did a great job. he asks if he can have one, and if you give it to him, you'll find it hanging up next to his bed next to all his Fangol trophies <3
Belphie
he's an easy model to draw thanks to his lethargy, so you often find yourself sketching him
something about his peaceful nature and natural frosted tips was just so drawable, so you had at least a few pages full of him napping in various positions with different blankets
one time, he wakes up while you're next to him drawing, and is a little shocked in a good way. he didn't know you viewed him that highly
he's still half asleep, so he just compliments your artwork and moves to lay his head on your lap, then falls back asleep, ensuring you're the flustered one now
#obey me#obey me!#obey me satan#obey me x reader#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me levi#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me belphie#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#headcanons#gn reader
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hiiii i love ur writing!!! if ur doing requests... can u do high school au teen mizu (like 16 or 17) x reader where the reader and mizu are in the same grade (preferrably with an artist/nerd reader) (this is very self indulgent) i would love that so much!!!
high school!mizu AU x artist!reader
tags: high school AU, teen mizu, reader is an artist, assume this AU is completely different from college!mizu that i usually write, cringy, vines are mentioned,
a/n: hs was a while ago but ooo i just have some thoughts on teen!mizu. writing this and looking back on high school made me internally cringe but i was free. currently tweaking from job apps like pls pls hire me plssss
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teen!mizu is kind of⊠how to put in⊠an awkward loser mess of a student
in college, she def grows up more and becomes her own person and fades out of that awkward phase-ish
but in high school?
kinda maybe sorta pathetic loser behavior
(sheâs just an awkward kid, like most ppl in high school⊠trust me, ive been there too)
but she wonât really make small talk with other peers that she doesnât recognize,
awkward with eye contact,
she never really nailed that down until later on,
when called on, she doesnât really pay attention so she ends up saying the wrong answer half of the time
and when she does get called on, all of a sudden she canât get her hand up without having to fight for a say against her friend akemi, little miss know-it-all
teen!mizu references the most niche tiktoks, most notably, niche vines.
yes. u read that right. vine compliations on youtube.
thereâs at least a playlist of 1 hour compilations with titles starting with âTRY NOT TO LAUGH Best Funny Vines of the Year!â
she would probably in one of her classes goofing around with ringo and rip a âwhoever threw that paper, your momâs a hoeâ
(iykyk)
does it make ringo laugh? yes.
he would also be spitting the same thing, word for word, bar for bar with her.
but she would never reference that outside of her friends
teen!mizu would not care ab classes
yes, sheâs smart but she wont apply herself too hard because at the end of the day, its whatever
donât worry, eiji would always berate her ab her work ethic despite the Aâs and a rare B he would see on her grades
taigen would always be a pain in the ass, constantly nagging her to at least try and âlock inâ so he can get a better score than her
he ends up losing to mizu every time by 1-2 points
âThis cannot be real, chat.â, Taigen yells.
The buzz of the school bells ring over Taigenâs bitching, thank god. The signal of the end of the school day meant to stop all thoughts about calculus, chemical reactions, or the meaning of the green light emitting from the lighthouse. Time to go home and be away from everyone, minus Ringo, of course.
Mizu shrugs, showing off her grade on the recent pop quiz. Written on her quiz was a 96%, circled in a bold red pen.
âItâs real.â, she claims, waving the quiz in front of Taigenâs beet-red face.
âEvery fucking time bro.â, he groans.
In front of Mizuâs tracks was Akemi, waving her paper around like a flag, with a smug look plastered on her face.
âOh, itâs real.â
She pushes her paper in front of Taigen and Mizu. Circled on her paper was her result: 100%.
âI can never win.â, Mizu sighed.
teen!mizu would NOT know how to act around crushes
a cute girl would pass by and she would end up staring too long,
get caught looking at their direction,
or end up bumping into the wall
totally doesnt happen often it happened 3 times
she has confidence in herself but the second she gets to the point of a real conversation, itâs out the window and dying on the floor
and when she does get a chance to talk, it typically doesnât go the way she thought it would
and sheâd end up asking the same question again
âWhat did you get on the quiz?â, Mizu asks, placing her hand by her scalp oh so nonchalantly.
âDidnât you just ask me?â
Her eyes widen in panic, realizing her idiotic mistake.
âShit, uhhhâŠI just uh⊠thought you couldnât hear me.â
yeah she never talked to that girl for the rest of the school yearâŠ
although when it came to you, things were a lil different
teen!mizu kind of⊠maybe⊠lowkey⊠had a thing for you
not necessarily a huge romantic crush, but more of a friendly crush that stemmed from the little moments of interaction during art class
yes she would replay those moments again and again in her head
and prob go crazy over how idiotic she sounded
at first glance, you didnât stand out to her
just another person she didnât know
but your interest and focus on your artwork got her attention in a rowdy environment
while everyone else during the free period was ditching school, hanging with friends, or on the rare occasion: seeing their teachers for help, you were patient amidst the chaos in the art room
with akemi bickering with ringo over which glaze they should pick for their project
and on the other end of the classroom, taigen and his posse of bros cursing at their work
there in the middle of the classroom was you
Among the swarm of curses and bickering, the art room was usually the rambunctious classroom during free period. At Kyoto High, teachers and students were never familiar with the concept of peace and quiet.
You, however, were the rare few.
Mizuâs gaze went across the large industrial table, observing your calm movements amidst the chaos on your left and right. With Ringo pointing out all the flaws of each project choice and Taigenâs friends screeching in stress, you were focused on your carving as if no one in the world existed in that moment.
Your face, calm and focused, struck a dry chuckle out of Mizu. Her eyes glanced up to your eyes, gentle yet determined, while your head bopped to whatever song you were playing through your wired headphones. She then got distracted from the gloss from your lips, making them look rather soft and plump.
Maybe even kissable.
Wait what?
Mizu shook away the thought, placing her hands on her own project in order to distract her mind.
With a deep breath, her mind cleared. The scene in front of her was a comical one, regardless of your pretty face. However, this was the time to be focusedâŠ
Right?
teen!mizu would practically pray that you were there in the art room during every free period
hoping to find you at the same seat, surrounded by chaos every time
and every time, mizu would sit across from you in silence, partially in awe as well
although youâve kept your focus on your handiwork, you werenât oblivious to her presence
every free period would run like clockwork
it was comforting to know a familiar place but you never shared any classes with her
teen!mizu , eager to know you more, ends up confining in akemi ab her little art class crush for the sake of information
after getting another pep talk by akemi about how to just ârelax and be yourselfâ, she finally spilled the beans
âFrom what I know, her name is Y/N and sheâs a transfer.â, Akemi answered.
âFrom where?â
Akemi quickly types on her phone, her nails clanging against the screen. Before Mizu could even read the text, the phone immediately buzzed.
âTokyo HighâŠâ, Akemi quickly responded, âDamn, you picked a smartie and a hottie.â
Akemi quickly whipped around her phone, showing Mizu a golden treasure: your Instagram account.
âHow did youââ
âDonât question my ways, just get to know her a little before you stumble your words.â
Mizu huffed in response, trying to focus on any signs of a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, if sheâs lucky.
Thank god for Instagram highlights.
It didnât take long for Mizu and Akemi to find your love life. An old highlights section with a little heart as the title, showcasing your history of significant others, including a girlfriend.
A smug smile grew on Akemi, always proud of her spy work.
âBingo.â
teen!mizu, now filled with hope, interacts with you more, little by little with a âyouâre here for free period again?â or a âhow was your day?â
those little interacts continued to grow her crush on you
although its a friend crush, she couldnât help but grin a little when you asked to sit next to her during the free period
after finding out you were in the same grade, teen!mizuâs heart definitely exploded in glee
âAre you okay? You look a little hot?â, you question in concern, looking at her flushed cheeks.
âOh, um⊠yeah, itâs a little hot in here.â, Mizu quickly responded, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Underneath her totally normal response, she was in panic because:
A. Youâre in the same grade as her. That increases the chance of you guys potentially spending more time together.
B. You just called her hot.
C. Your leg is currently 4 inches away from her legâŠ
âItâs okay!â, you reassure her, âItâs probably from this weird heatwave. The art room can get a bit stuffy from the shitty AC.â
She somehow thanked the universe and the sun rays at that moment. Mizu zipped down her jacket, pulling the entire thing off and playing along with her response. Little did she know a pair of familiar eyes next to her was watching.
Did you also have a crush on her? Maybe.
Did you want to talk about it? Absolutely not.
Did you stare at her arms, well toned from fencing, as if they were the last piece of juicy meat on earth? MmâŠYes.
You quickly whipped back into place as Mizu fixed her posture, now facing her upcoming project. However, Mizu caught a glimpse of your gaze without notice. Her heart skipped a beat.
One quick glance at your stiffened posture confirmed her curiosities: mutual (potentially romantic) interest.
She looked up at you to meet your gaze. Although everyone was talking, it had felt like time had slowed down between the two of you.
Before Mizu could open her mouth, the bell buzzed, signaling all students to move on to their next class.
You quickly gathered your things, before basically sprinting out the doorway.
âSee you tomorrow!â, you waved goodbye, smiling at Mizu.
Mizu waved back, her heart practically palpitating from whatever just happened 30 seconds ago.
Oh, how she couldnât wait for the next free period tomorrow.
#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu bes#mizu x reader#blue eye samurai#teen!mizu x reader#teen!mizu#modern!au#blue eye samurai modern#ËË°âą*ââ· reqs for bini
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I like your mane 6 requests. If possible, can you do, Applejack!reader with Epel, Vil, Ruggie, Trey and Sebek?
âI didn't learn anythin'! Ha! I was right all along!â
âă»àč đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČïž°Ê Some of NRC with a Applejack!Reader.â§âËâŠ
â§âËâ· đđĄđđ«đđđđđ«(đŹ)ââ Epel Felmier, Vil Schoenheit, Ruggie Bucchi. â âžâž*
â·ïž°Ê đđšđđ â§âË⊠Reader and Yuu are the same person and is a female. Sorry anon, I didn't do Trey and Sebek because I actually had no clue on how to write them, I hope that it's okay!
â°ă»đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ (đŹ) â§âËê° Spoilers for book 3. Éâ§âŠ
Apple farmer besties for real
Would probably invite Applejack!Reader to visit his family in Harveston.
The two of them are very competitive, so they would probably compete on who can pick the most apples, who can carve the best apple, who can carry the most thing, etc...
Would probably complain to Applejack!Reader about all the things Vil makes him do.
Feels very comfortable around Applejack!Reader and feels like he can be himself without being looked at weirdly, so he usually speaks in his hometown's dialect whenever he's around her.
Is very happy that Applejack!Reader can mostly understand his dialect, and doesn't hesitate to ask whenever there's a word she can't understand.
Applejack!Reader is the more rational one in the rational, and is usually the one to calm Epel down when his loses his temper.
Admires Applejack!Reader's strength al lot, ask her about her workout routine and trains a lot more so that he can be more manly than her.
Both of them have big families so they like to tell each other about funny things that happened to them and their family back home.
"Hey, once breaks start, would you like to visit my home in Harveston? We could compete and see who can carry the most apple crates in one go!"
Probably thought that Applejack!Reader was an Epel 2.0 or something
Was pleasantly surprised that Applejack!Reader seemed to have more manners than Epel.
Likes how honest Applejack!Reader is and often goes to her for her opinion. Vil doesn't want someone that only tells him that he looks nice in anything even if they clearly don't think that the clothes look good, he need someone honest that tells him exactly what they think without holding anything back.
Enjoys eating the apple recipes that Applejack!Reader makes him, he doesn't eat them all the time, but can still eat them from time to time.
After all, if one apple a day can keep the doctors away, it must mean that apple are healthy, right?
Very impressed by Applejack!Reader's strength, he didn't expect her to be able to carry a whole table by herself during VDC while Savanaclaw needed two students to carry the same table. (Yes, this is a reference to that one episode from MLP Equestrian girls)
I honestly feel like Vil and Applejack!Reader would have the same relationship as Rarity and Applejack.
Somehow always bickering about something, mostly Vil scolding Applejack!Reader for her lack of elegance while Applejack!Reader just argues back or something.
"Potato, it's only been a few hours since school started, how is it that you're already covered in dirt? No, having Alchemy class is not an excuse. Also, please close your mouth when you chew."
The both of them are somewhat opposites.
While Ruggie can deceive people as easily as he breathes to get what he wants, Applejack!Reader is horrible at lying, and values honesty quite a lot.
But both of them are extremely hard working and self-sufficient, so they are not entirely polar-opposite. Though, Applejack!Reader is, inarguably the more reliable one, as in, she won't try to steal something from you are tell you that you own her a favor or something.
Both of them really care about their families so they can probably understand the feeling of wanting to help their family as much as possible.
Ruggie was probably really intimidated by Applejack!Reader, since he grew up in Sunset Savana, where most women are much physically stronger and more strong-willed than the men, including Leona. And even though Applejack!Reader is no beastman, Ruggie has seen her beating up three Savanaclaw students at once during the period where she was rooming with Leona
He knows not too underestimate her.
Though he really isn't that shocked by her strength, since, once again, most women in Sunset Savana are strong than the men.
If Applejack!Reader ever proposed to give Ruggie some of her cooking, he'd probably be suspicious on if she wanted him to owe her a favor or something, but once he learned that she isn't, he would probably happily accept, after all, who is he to deny free food?
"Oh? You made this? For me? Well, don't mind if I do than! Shishishi!"
ê° â ê±ââBack to Epel, Vil, Ruggie's Masterlistâ
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst yuu#epel felmier#vil schoenheit#ruggie bucchi#epel x reader#epel x yuu#vil x yuu#vil x reader#ruggie x yuu#ruggie x reader#twst x reader#twst x yuu
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Geto x fem!reader
College AU
Word count: 12,6K
Summary: After your meme post about your STEM studies is noticed by a kind stranger the two of you start a conversation and become internet friends.
Warnings: cussing, typos, grammar mistakes, probably not accurate for all colleges since I'm using mine as a reference, fluff, angst, slowburn, eventual smut (i'm bad at writing it so sorry)
A/N: wanted to write angsty af, but turned to smut.... enjoy and don't get used to it đ
You hit send and stretch on your chair, your spine cracks after sitting down and hunching over your laptop for so long. It wasn't the healthiest but once you started writing you couldn't stop. Words in your begged you to let them out into the world. Or rather your final essay.
It took a while but it was finally finished. A week in advance, might you add. With this thing off your hands you could finally relax and concider the first year of your college to be officially over. All finals done and graded, no fails or retakes. And you have three months of doing absolutely nothing before you.
You smiled looking at the mail to the professor, your essay attached and secured.
Wait a minute.
The file you saved and attached has a different name than your final version.
You panic, quickly attach the file titled "final draft" and write: I'm sosorry mr prof i acidentally sentd the wrong file, this is the corr.rect one.
Only after you hit send did you notice all the typos but frankly you didn't care. Even this little embarassment was way better than your little what you deem funny notes written everywhere in your essays. It's like a fun excercise for you, using humor to keep your brain from falling asleep and potentionally hitting a block.
"Calm down heart, everything is okay," you whisper to yourself, "look, the correct version is there. Now you can start a summer break. So please, stop beating so fast."
But your heart knew something you didn't yet and kept rapidly beating. You stared at the new mail. The correct file was right there so why-
You didn't copy the conclusion from the draft to the final file. You checked the final draft just in case and sure enough the three paragraphs you wrote ten minutes ago weren't there.
"How can I be this fucking stupid?!" you cussed at yourself while you were pressing ctrl, c and v keys fixing your mistake.
This time you took deep breaths, wrote gramatically correct apology, attached the correct file (which you opened before you attached it) and finally hit send.
You finally calmed down. Now that you think about it the poor professor of yours will be so confused but amused as well. You chuckled to yourself and already formed a meme in your head.
After couple of minutes it was shining proudly on your laptop screen:
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/14cee2a9e4873791fe7b951aa50295b0/b7cdba0fe58533e4-2e/s540x810/b852d792ef16f9de48c520ee81c589155427c016.jpg)
Maybe it was the sleep deprived state you were in or the hilarity of your dumbness but right now you though this was the funniest meme you've ever created. You proudly logged on your tumblr account and posted it.
Your blog was relatively small, only reblogging interesting pictures and almost never making your own original posts. And even those you did make didn't get any recognision so you started treating it as your own personal diary. Venting about stuff that went wrong in your life, making memes either about things happening to you or after your brain once again made a weird connection between two subjects discussed in class. Almost no one but you found them funny, hence the lack of notes under your posts but you stopped caring a long time ago. You found them funny and it was all that mattered.
But now all that matter was you finally getting a good night's sleep with no stress, no alarm waking you up early to study, absolutely nothing.
Being dumb as always you forgot to turn off your usual 7am alarm. Groaning you rached for your phone and with one eye still closed you tried turning it off. Only to notice something unusual. You got a notification. From tumblr. Someone liked your post. And commented too!
All sleepiness left your body as you quickly went into the app on your phone and checked the notes.
⏠black-swallow commented: damn and here i thought i was the only one making dumb mistakes in college đ
For your first ever comment it was certainly...something. You didn't know whether to comment back playfully or leave it. But out of pure curiosity you commented back.
@ black-swallow yeah nah, there are more of us. Btw what was the dumbest thing you did?
The reply would probably take a while, if ever, so you started your morning routine: skin care, brush your teeth, hair, etc.
As you sat down with your breakfast you checked the notes and surprisingly your new buddy commented back.
âŹïž black-swallow: i basically did the same thing you did with your essay, but i did it with my application. Had to send it four times...
You almost spit out your water. Four times? Poor fella. Must've been so stressed.
@ black-swallow oh that sounds really stressful. But hey you got in in the end!
âŹïž black-swallow: yeah, and got kicked out too :')
Okay now's the time to stop talking, unless you want to embarass yourself even further. Cringing at yourself you closed the app and turned off your phone. First person you interacted with on that god darn app and you embarass yourself like that. Unbelievable.
After finishing breakfast you had no plans for the day. Other than enjoying your fellow freshmen stress about their finals which you since long passed. You just propped up your legs and relaxed. Until you heard another tumblr notification.
But this time it was a dm.
Sorry to bother you like this but can i ask what does bioarcheology mean? Sounds terrifying.
"Calm down," you said to yourself, "it's just a dm, nothing difficult. Besides this person sounds nice. They don't know you, they can't see you, they can't hurt you."
The years of your parents beating your head with 'don't talk to strangers online' went out the window the moment you replied to the very first person reaching out to you through internet.
Nothing interesting really, i picked that class for extra credit anyways đ
The reply came in imediately. You and this person must be in the same timezones. How lucky!
Come on, don't be so humble. When i passed my first scary sounding class i was talking about it to everyone willing to listen
Well, what was your scary sounding class then?
Biophysics
Holy đ physics alone is hell but mixing it with biology as well?
Ikr? Honestly some lectures were really interesting but others were like a lullaby for me đŽ
I understand, some bioarcheology lectures were boring for me too. By the way what college are you on?
*were. Medicine.
Sorry, i forgot đŁ and yeah, should've guessed... sorry
Hey it's okay. And don't apologize, maybe things were supposed to be like this
What do you mean?
I wasn't feeling very well on that school, i just didn't wanna quit in the first year. And before you ask i dropped out after second
So you were forcing yourself to stay on a school you didn't like anymore for two years?
Yup. Everyone else had gotten to the schools they wanted and loved it, i felt like i was wasting my time but if i left willingly only after a year i would be a year behind everyone else. So i left it up for fate
And fate decided to kick you out
True to that. But i still like science, just not the medicine part of it...
After studying biophysics i'm not even surprised...
It took your college drop out some time to write a reply so you made yourself a cup of your favourite tea, force of habit since you studied with it too. So far you're starting to like texting with some complete stranger. Getting to know their story. Is this why people casually slide into others' dms?
Your friend finally replied.
Sorry, my roommate needed help with packing. As for your last message there were lots of other classes that were equally if not harder than biophysics, but all of them either dealt with anatomy or physiology which is basically memorizing. When it comes to finding patterns and math and using logic i'm pretty slow
You chuckled and typed a reply.
You'd like it on my college then. Lots of memorizing, very little logic. Which sucks for me because i'm the exact opposite đ
Well, now that i'm a free man and know an insider i just might apply đ
So now that you know he's a man. Okay, you can live with that. Even though you felt a tad more nervous now that you know something a bit more specific.
What's your school called?
It's the natural science one. The same city as your previous school
You vividly remember your bus passing by the best medical school in your entire country. You just hope he really was attending that one and not a different, less prestigeus one.
Natural science? So STEM in other words
Basically
Yeah i know which one. Coincidentally after highschool that one was my second choice in case med doesn't work out.
See, maybe fate wanted you in STEM all along
Haha, maybe đ My name's Suguru Geto by the way
I'm Y/N, nice to meet you :)
*
Summer quickly passed and the only thing you remember was your talks with Geto. They were shy and reserved at the begining, mostly starting with 'how are you?' continued with 'good, and you?' followed by some awkward silent minutes before it evolved into a deep conversation about the immortality of a cockroach.
You found out lots of things about his life. How he met his best friend in highschool, how the two of them and one other girl used to wreak havoc across the town, how they all got into the same college albait with different intentions. The girl called Shoko genuenly wanted to become a doctor dreaming about it her whole life. Geto's best friend Gojo, being very competitive but also a son of a wealthy CEO didn't need to go to a college but wanted to to be with his friends (later he admited to Geto he got into that school just to show Shoko it's not as hard as she said it was). And Geto applied because he had no idea where else to go. He liked science, biology, chemistry, being in lab, creating something new which would help the world. Med school sounded like the clear answer for him, if it wasn't for the boredom he experienced the first semester.
He told you how he struggled in some classes finding them absolutely unnecessary and beneath him, his professor condescendingly talking to them as if they were less than worm beneath the ground if they didn't know an answer. He went above and beyond to at least pass the class hoping next semester would be better. Oh how wrong he was. No matter what he did, no matter how selflessly he helped his classmates they never showed gratitude. When he upped his grade from barely passing to top of the class no one even bat an eye, as if that was a sure thing.
By the time second year came he was so mentally drained he didn't even bother to show up to classes anymore. Why bother if the teachers are just reading the text off of their powerpoint presentation and he has to learn it by himself in the end anyways?
The more he ranted to you the more you pitied him. For you STEM was the first and only path in your life, dreaming about it since you were a kid. For him though? Thinking you finally found your path only to be this utterly disappointed must've been like a stab to the back.
Getting a letter about him being expelled must've been half relieving to him and half disappointing. On one hand you have your freedom of choice back on the other you have the stress of possibly not making it in.
The entire summer wasn't just about him talking to you, no no, he was also a great listener. You complained about mundane things to him and he always answered in matter of minutes. He was always there for you, but now you were the one to be there for him as well.
Y/N i'm so stressed i feel like puking
You'll be fine, don't worry about it. If anything there are lots of plant pots on hallways for you to puke in and fertilize them ^^
As if... i'll go to the deanship like a civilized person thank you very much
Very classy geto đ By the way which place holds the entrance exams? Have you found it?
B1 404, standing infront of it. Why? Did you take it someplace else last year?
No, never had to take it, had grades good enough
Show off
I know đ
You cringed as you realized what emoji you just sent him. Force of habit from sending it to your friends whenever you manage to prank them. To your surprise he sent you back a winking AND smirking emoji. You blushed. He has never sent you anything flirty or suggestive. Why would he? The two of you didn't even know eachother that well or what the other one looked like. He could be a slimy looking weirdo with a pedo-moustache for all you knew.
Okay Y/N, gotta go now, wish me luck
Always Geto, good luck!
*
Can I ask you something?
It was weird for him to start your everyday conversation with this sentence, you thought.
Sure. Is it something about the school mister accepted?
No, don't worry, i'll get to exploiting you later đ I wanted to ask, what do you look like?
If the first message didn't make you blush the second one sure did. You never asked eachother about your appearance. You already made an image of him in your head. The longer you knew him the more your imagination turned him from a questionable weirdo to an almost cute nerd.
You'll see once the semester starts
You really think i can wait that long? Do you even know me? If you're shy would it be better if i showed you how i looked like first?
Yeah, that would be better.
It took couple of minutes before your screen lit up with a new message.
You almost passed out. There's no way someone can look this good in just an oversized tshirt and sweatpants. And a man bun of all things! The jawline, you were pretty sure it could cut diamonds. His eyes, narrow and sharp, with irises dark enough to not even see his pupils. And yet they seemed oddly kind to you.
The longer you looked at the selfie he sent you the more heat rushed to your face. There's no way a guy this gorgeous has been texting with you this entire summer.
That's not you
It is
It isn't! You just googled a model or something
A model you say đ
That damn emoji will kill you one day. Before you could get a hold of yourself you got another selfie from him. This time he had a post-it note with your name on it between his lips.
Believe me now?
*
It's been a couple of days since he sent you that picture and you still haven't replied. Every morning Geto woke up and checked his phone but still no replies from you. Well, aside from a picture of a naked cat and calling it your nude.
"Your girlfriend still not talking to you?" Gojo asked.
Geto sighed. "Stop calling her my girlfriend. And yes, still nothing. I told you that last selfie would be too much for her."
Gojo took a bite from his apple. "Was worth a try," he said mouth half full of his granny smith, "didn't she send you a pic back?"
Geto showed him his phone screen and Gojo coughed out his chewed peace of apple.
"Ew, you're cleaning it," Geto jumped back from the mix of apple and spit that landed next to him on the couch.
"Hey and whose fault it is to bag a girl with an excellent sense of humor?" Gojo reluctantly went to the kitchen to get a wipe to clean up his mess. "And even if she's ugly her being funny may make up for it."
Geto sighed. "She's just a friend who happens to be my future upperclassman, I don't care if she's ugly. I mean, I'm friends with you afterall," he smirked.
Gojo showed him his tongue while pulling one of his lower eyelids down and left the living room. (A/N: what Gojo just did is like giving someone a middle finger but in japanese way)
*
You were more stressed than ever. Which was partially understandable, you're about to enter the second year of university tomorrow. The assignments, the lab reports, the midterms, the finals.... Your head was already spinning from the amount of studying that's infront of you. And they say the first year is usually the hardest.
But other than the usual fears you had another one called Geto Suguru. A guy you've been talking to the entire summer. A guy who has sent you bunch of winky and smirky faces. And his actual face. Twice.
Since then you'd talked sporadically. Not that he was pestering you about your own face reveal, he was oddly conciderate about you not wanting to show yourself to him just yet. Both of you were just busy. You with buying new supplies for all your classes and him with probably the same.
It wasn't that you thought of yourself as ugly or anything. On your best days you even thought of yourself as quite cute. But compared to other girls around you... you just fell into the background. Forever the side character.
Either way, the closer it got to the first day of the semester the more messages from him blew up your phone every day. Stuff as "where is the xyz class" or "does this professor take attendance every lecture?" was on a daily basis now. Gone were the deep talks or good mornings that made your heart skip a beat even before you knew what the guy sending you these messages even looked like. But you couldn't blame him. New environment. New people. If you were in his place you'd probably act the same.
For the last time you checked your phone for new messages from him. Aside from the one thanking you for a map of the campus nothing new. He must've gone to sleep already, you thought.
Checking your backpack for the last time before bed has soothed your thoughts about possibly bumping into your internet friend tomorrow. You finally went to bed.
*
The bus is usually empty whenever you take it to school. Which you thank all gods for because it's a thirty minute drive and with the amount of walking you still have to do to get to the school you were greatful for always finding an empty seat. Sitting by the window as usual, looking at all those different people going about their morning routine. Kids of all ages going to schools, adults either nervously honking at the car infront of them or taking their dog for a walk with no care in the stressed out world around them. You were stuck inbetween these two worlds. Still burdened with school work but also with adult chores. Stuck in your own personal limbo.
The bus turned right. A huge light blue building appeared in the corner of your eye. Outside the window was the medical school you always passed by kn your way to school. The same medical school your new friend attended few months ago. You started to wonder about him for the first time that day and your usual angxiety returned. How will you meet? And when? Would it be today? Should you approach him if you see him? How will he react?
Your train of thoughts came to a stop just like the bus. Outside the window at the bus stop stood a familiar modelylike face. The same face you took a screenshot of and stared at every day since he sent it to you.
Suguru Geto boarded the same bus. Eyes still half asleep never even looked your direction. He took a seat right infront of you giving you a perfect view of his luscius hair tied in a half up bun. You stared at him as if he was a ghost. You weren't ready to meet him this soon. What should you do? Should you tap him on the shoulder? No. Rather not. You remember how he told you about his morning temper and how he can snap at people if he doesn't get enough sleep.
Out of fear of him snapping at you you pulled your hand back and stared out the window again. You'll bump into him later. Hopefully.
You were tense the rest of the drive to your school. When the bus finally came to your stop you practically sprinted to the bus door and out onto the busy street. Not even bother to look back if Geto gave you a weird look you quickly walked up the stairs and up the hill quickly getting surrounded by fellow students. Some were familiar from the previous year, some were complete strangers. You could easily spot a freshman, by their nervous faces and unsure steps. You looked just the same before.
Now your step was more confident, knowing where to go, but your hands were nervously rubbing eachother. Sometimes you checked behind your shoulder and sure enough Geto was right there towering above most of the students. You had guessed he was tall but that tall?
No matter. Pretty soon your paths would drift apart. He already told you he has a virology lecture which takes place in a completely separate building than your biochemistry labs. If you were lucky you could pass by him in a hall today. You hoped not to though. Sitting behind him has already made your heart nearly beat out of your chest, how would it react if he was walking right towards you?
Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket as you walked through the front entrance. It was Geto. You exchanged phone numbers in case he ever needed anything and you weren't online to see his message. Which was what you told him. In reality you really wanted to hear his voice at some point. In a safe distance.
You pulled out your phone and checked to see what he had sent you. It was a picture of the front entrance with a caption "i'm on a highway to hell". You chuckled. Of course he would be into that type of music. Before you turned the phone off something caught your eye. It was the back of your head. Right there in the middle of the picture about to enter the school. You blushed. If only he knew he already took a picture of you.
You only replied with a smiley face and informed him you're already on your way to your first class. He wished you good luck as you did him and both of you stepped into the new chapter of your lives.
*
You traitor
Only a week into the semester and he already scared you half to death. Did he already find out what you looked like?
Why didn't you tell me i have to take organic chemistry again đ«
You sighed in relief.
Sorry buddy. But hey, look at it from the bright side: you already studied all of it once before. And i doubt our organic chemistry is more difficult than yours was
The lectures are fine, already had one this week. But the labs. THE LABS
Come on it can't be that bad. Judging by the pictures of your cooking over the summer, you're quite skilled at measuring and mixing ingredients. It just won't be edible
It's not that. The labs are super boring. You don't acomplish anything during them and their only purpose is for you to learn how to behave in labs in general, how to work with the various tools and how to properly write lab reports. They just prepare you for AFTER you already graduate
Isn't that how all labs are though?
Well, yes. But we at least had little competitions during our morgue classes
YOU WENT TO THE ACTUAL MORGUE đ
No, don't worry. Me and Satoru called it that. It was actually autopsy room
Satoru. Your friend right?
Yeah
Do you miss him?
Sometimes. i mean we are still roommates but since we have different scheudals we don't get to interact much outside of weekends... But on the bright side as you like to say i can finally focus on the lectures 100%. Before Satoru used to always taunt me into playing tic-tac-toe. I miss the winning tho...
You chuckled. He was so goofy, despite looking really serious every time you caught a sight of him. Maybe he just has a resting homicide face.
Anyways, have to go now. Tomorrow is my first organic chemistry lab
Okay, good night Suguru! Good luck!
:)
What?
You called me Suguru
Only then you realized your mistake.
I'm so sorry đŁ
It's fine. I like it. Good night. Sweet dreams <3
*
As unlucky as you were while texting Suguru you were lucky in other aspects. Your morning lecture got cancelled. Which meant you had around two hours of free time. Which you couldn't spend in bed unfortunatelly, because the little remnants of bad luck caused you to read the mail about cancelation only after you were already in school. It was fine tho. You could finally get a taste of true college life.
You got a coffee from school café, bought a sandwitch from the diner, found yourself a couch in a chill zone near the chemistry department, which were usually all full of stressed out or relaxing students, pulled out a laptop and worked on your lab report.
Working came easy to you even though you had rushing students all around you. Even through all the noise and distraction your fingertips still dance across the keys, your mind still produced intelligent sounding senteces. You were about to save the whole file when someone tapped you kn the shoulder.
"Yeah-?" you looked up and nearly died right then and there. It was Suguru. Towering above you with his hair fully pulled up except for a small strand framing his face. Has he found you already?
"Sorry but, do you know where the room CH1 409 is? We're kinda lost and only have like 7 minutes to get there," he said sheepishly as he stepped aside revealing what you assumed were his three lab mates. Two of them were girls. You hated how jealous you started to feel.
"S-sure," you managed to stutter out. "I can take you there actually. It's a little difficult to find and I'm not the best direction giver," you chuckled awkwardly while putting your laptop back to your bag.
"Wonderful! Thank you," said one of Suguru's friends.
You nodded and walked ahead of them. It was a shame you didn't get to hear his voice more. You decided to change it.
"So, you're freshmen," you started. As much as you hated smalltalk you really wanted to hear that smooth baritone of his.
Your unluckiness strikes again. "Yeah, how did you know?" said one of the girls.
"You dummy," told her the other girl, "she knows where the lab is, she's probably had to take the exact same classes as us!"
"Oh, yeah you're right."
"And how do you like it here so far?" you tried again.
"It's great here," answered the guy, "though some classes are pretty difficult. I have no idea how I'll be able to pass."
"Don't worry, if you have motivation you'll pass," you tried encouraging him. "What about you?" you directed your question at Suguru who was walking behind everyone.
He only shrugged. "Don't know, has only been a week. Too short to judge," he answere a bit coldly.
"Oh don't mind him," one of the girls patted your back, "he can be a giant ass sometimes."
Not to me though, you thought. What about all those times he was the sweetest guy with you? Maybe he just hasn't slept well. Yeah, that must be it.
Before you could try to conversate a bit more you arrived at the lab. There were other freshmen already waiting in their lab coats on and their notebooks in hands. Suguru and his friends pulled out their lab coats as well. Disappointed at your very first (albeit unofficial) meeting you turned around to leave when one of the girls stopped you.
"Thank you so much for showing us the way!" she said cheerfully. Behind her stood Suguru. Now that you think about it he was always walking behind her. If you inspected her more closely you noticed she had a miniskirt on with fishnets underneath.
Jealousy is a beast that you usually fight off quite quickly. But today you lost. "Can I give you an advice?"
"Sure," she smiled, her perfectly white teeth stood out against the deep red lipstick she had on.
"Don't wear too much make up to labs, the fumes from chemicals could react with it and burn you. Also tie your hair up," you gestured at her long silky waves while noticing how she tried to hide her big forhead by letting it down, "they could catch on fire."
Hopefully you desguised your pettiness as good enough of an advice. The girl you were talking to seemed convinced as she thanked you prefusely before asking around for a hairtie. The other girl already pulled out hers.
You waved goodbye to the freshmen, mostly Suguru. They waved back, except for Suguru who kept looking at you quizicaly.
Your previous spot on couches was occupied. You opted for a different resting place, near a room where your next lecture will be held in. It wasn't as cozy as the couch but it was free of any people and it had a desk too. No more balancing your laptop on your thighs.
As you sat down you pulled out your laptop, notebook from labs and a phone who was already telling you about one unread message from Suguru.
Met my first unpleasant person in this place
Your heart tightened. Unpleasant?
What do you mean?
However he didn't respond back. Of course he didn't. He had labs. He was probably busy with titration or other bullshit you did a year ago. You will just have to wait.
The waiting took half a day. Right as his labs were finishing your lecture was about to start. And since this professor wasn't one of the kind ones to send you his presentations you had to take notes manually. It took more than two hours for you to finally get on your phone.
We were lost on our way to organic chem labs and i had to ask someone on a way there. The girl was nice, she even lead us there. But then she made some passive agressive comments to my friend
Oh shit. Were you really that bad?
What did the girl say?
Just told her she can't wear that much make up and has to tie her hair back. My friend has acne she masks with the make up and pretty big forhead which she told me she's self conscious of. Whatever that girl was a bitch for saying that to her
You resisted the urge to cry, swallowed the huge lump in your throat and sat down on the nearest bench. You didn't mean to be that bad. Were you really acting like a bitch? Maybe he's just exaggarating. It was only pettiness. It won't happen again.
Those were good advices tho. The fumes from chemicals could mess up with the make up and burn her skin and if she leaned down above a burner her hair could catch on fire
Once you realized how much you sounded like "that bitch" Suguru was talking about you quickly typed another message.
It was the first thing our professor told us and he beat it into our heads every time a girl came in with lose hair
A reply from him came couple of minutes later.
Yeah, maybe you're right. It's just that That girl had a weird look on her face
You had no way of replying to that. Or mood to reply as well. You just wrote him a quick ttyl and went to the bus stop. On your way downhill from the school you felt your face heating up more and more from embarassement. You knew you should've fought with jealousy more. You knew you should've kept your mouth shut. Now that moment will haunt you forever. And not only that, if you ever get enough courage to reveal yourself to him he will instantly remember you as his first unpleasant person in there.
All in all, it was just the first week but you already want the whole semester to end.
*
Couple of weeks passed. Suguru and you texted nearly every day. Mostly after school. Sometimes he teased you by sending you picutres of stray cats near the campus with captions 'this you?' to which you always sent a rolling eye emoji.
Makes me wonder how many times we passed eachother đ€
Lots, trust me
Whaaa? And you never bothered to talk to me?
We did actually
Your last message made him lean back too much on his chair and fall.
"You okay?" asked Shoko who still visited him and Gojo either out of boredom or nostalgia's sake.
Suguru ignored her concern and quickly shuffled in his memory. He has talked to so many people outside his class already. Mostly asking for directions to different places. But for the love of him he couldn't figure out if he talked to any girls or how many he talked to. Or how they looked like.
Aaaand can you tell me what we talked about?
You were asking for directions to a lab
Do you even know how little that narrows it down? And why are you so talkative today anyways? Did i tell you something rude or?
No. It's biochemistry. I can't figure it out đ
Aaaw, my poor girl
As much as he liked the flustered reactions whenever he happened to mildly flirt with you he genuenly meant it this time. He remembers his own time figuratively and literally crying over biochemistry. He decided to take a leap of faith.
How about i study with you? I had biochemistry for two whole semesters and passed it by some miracle
You'd do that for me?
Sure. Besides after all the material you've already sent me and how much you already helped me it's about time i helped you back. Otherwise i just feel like a leech
There was no reply from you for couple of minutes and Suguru was affraid he maybe overstepped this invisible line you drew between them.
He heard hushed voices behind his back.
"What?" he snapped a little more annoyed than he intended.
"Is that girl ignoring you again?" Shoko puffed out some smoke from her cigarette.
"She isn't ignoring me," he waved his hand around in the cloud of smoke clearing the air a bit, "it just takes her a little longer."
"Riiight," Shoko put her cigarette between her lips again.
"I don't understand how the two of you haven't met already," Gojo complained. He should be studying along with Shoko but as usual he kept lounging around, dismissing Shoko's comments about him failing this class for sure with that attitude.
"Half of the semester is behind us already and you still have no idea how she looks like."
"She's shy, let her be."
"Aaaw, look how he's defending his girlfriend," Gojo cooed.
Geto glared.
"Soon to be girlfriend," Gojo corrected himself.
"With the way she's talking to me soon to be an ex friend. She's been so distant lately..." he rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Don't worry, maybe she's just busy," Shoko reassured him.
"She did mention something about biochemistry."
"See!"
"Even then, her messages have been rather weird. Sometimes she's her happy talkative self and other days she barely texts back a full sentence," he sighed.
Gojo patted his shoulder. "That's girls for you. Which reminds me," he pulled out his own phone out of his pocket, "there's a joined party for med students and scientists as well. How about we go? You'll finally get to relax," he adressed poor Shoko hovering above her notes, "and you can invite your soon to be slash maybe never be girlfriend and finally meet her! I plan on meeting this one lady myself so we can organize a double date if you're shy."
"No matter how much you try Utahime will still tell you to go fuck yourself," Shoko reminded him.
Gojo turned around at her. "Well first of all-!"
Geto payed no mind to their arguement anymore. His phone buzzed in his hand. You replied.
Okay. But can we study right now please? Through a phone call?
In a speed of light Geto sneaked out of the living room to his own bedroom and searched for his old biochemistry notes. Even though he offered to help he himself was pretty clueless and barely passed the finals. Still the urge to finally hear your voice was bigger than the embarassment possibly awaiting him.
As soon as he found the old dusty notebook he sat down at his desk and dialed you.
It took only two rings for you to answer.
"Hello?"
By god your voice sounded so cute. He wanted to squich your cheeks so bad. Unfortunatelly he couldn't remember a single person he talked to who would even come close to sounding like you. Granted, the phone makes everyone's voice sound a bit robotic but still. Should he start recording every conversation he has from now on?
"Well hello there," he greeted back with a smile. "So, what is it you need help with?"
You hummed. He distantly heard ruffling of couple of papers. Eventually you answered. "Gluconeogenesis."
"Okay, a bit more specificly?" he already started looking for a page about it but couldn't seem to find it. Did they even cover it?
"Well, the whole thing basically. I know it's glycolysis but backwards but in the presentation the professor showed us were couple of reactions that looked confusing and I don't know what else to do."
Even though he found your whine at the end of your sentence cute he was frantically turning page after page looking for any headtitle starting on G but nothing.
Someone opened his door.
"Who're you talking to?" both his best friend and Shoko peaked through the opened door.
Geto waved at them to leave. "Uhm give me a moment okay?" he said to the phone and then pushed it to his shoulder. "Shoko do you have a biochemistry notebook here?"
"Is that your girl?" she asked insted, excitement in her eyes. "Put her on loudspeaker!"
"Do you have it or not?!"
"If I say I do will you let me hear her?"
Geto contemplated. He wanted to keep you just to himself for a while longer. But without Shoko's help...
Gojo came in with his own half torn notebook dangling it infront of Geto. "It's all yours if you let us hear her."
Geto frowned into his best friends smirked face which matched Shoko's. He rolled his eyes and finally spoke to the phone again. "Listen Y/N, my friends want to hear you, can I put you on a loudspeaker?"
"Uhm, sure?"
As soon as he did Gojo started asking bunch of questions. "Heey how are you? Are you the Y/N Sugu won't shut up about? How do you look like? Why didn't you send my boy a selfie? He likes black so go on and buy some nice black lingerie for him yeah?"
By the time he finished his little rant Geto covered his phones's microphone and nearly kicked him in the gut. Hopefully you didn't hear most of his questions.
Shoko punched him as well chastising him for scaring you off. "Don't mind him Y/N, you'll get used to him. Now say something already!"
After a second of silence you peeped out a shy: "Hi."
"Oh my god Suguru she sounds so cute," Gojo gushed.
"Don't let her near him," Shoko pointed at Gojo. "It was nice to hear you Y/N, can't wait for Suguru to introduce you to us properly. Enjoy your study date!" she said as she dragged Gojo away before he could blabber out some more inapropriate things.
Suguru turned the loudspeaker off and it was just you two again.
"What the hell was that," you asked with panic in your voice.
"My friends trying to ruin my life. They mean well though, don't worry. It's just rare for them to see me interacting with a girl."
"But whenever I see you on the halls you're surrounded by couple of girls though."
Geto smirked. "Is that jealousy I hear?"
"Maybe."
Before he could press any further you asked about biochemistry and he quickly found the page he needed. Thankfully back then Gojo was at least trying to take notes in classes so the entire gluconeogenesis was neatly explained. After about twenty minutes you exclaimed you finally understood and thanked him.
"My pleasure Y/N. Was this why you weren't talking to me that much?" he leaned back on his chair.
"This and another thing, but it's okay now."
"Aaaw, what other thing? You know you can always talk to me right?"
"I know, but not this time. Sorry."
"It's fine," he said sadly. In the back of his mind he imagined bunch of different scenarios that could trouble you. Failed test, mean classmates, or worse a crush on a classmate.
"Hey, you have a nice voice," your words pulled him from his thoughts.
He chuckled. "Look who's talking. Even though are you sure it was me you talked to? I swear I never heard such a melodic voice from anyone in school."
"Well, you were kinda in a hurry. And was focusing elsewhere too..."
"Huh? What do you mean?" he genuenly didn't understand. Focusing elsewhere?
"Nevermind. By the way how do you like it so far? It's been almost half a semester now."
"It's going pretty good. Much more interesting than med school. Even though," he rocked on his chair back and forth, "it would've been nicer if we could've met face to face."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"I don't think that's a good idea though."
He quickly stopped rocking and sat up straight. "What? Y/N..." he couldn't even find words. Why wouldn't you want to meet up with him? "Y/N, have I been rude to you? Have I scared you off while we talked in real life?"
"No."
He sighed in relief.
"You barely even looked at me."
His heart tightened again.
"It's just that," you paused for a second trying to put together a whole sentence, "I've seen the girls you hang around Suguru and all of them are really beautiful. Standing besides them I look nothing special. You would be disappointed if we met and you knew it was me. Isn't it better this way? I bet you imagine me as this model or something," you chuckled but he could hear the sadness in your voice.
"Y/N, first of all my imagination is pretty bad so I only imagine you as a girl with your name written across your face," you chuckled at that which made his heart swell, "and second of all those girls hang around me, not the other way around. Most of the time we travel in groups and look for places together which is way more efficient than getting lost alone. Besides, none of them can even hold a candle to you intellectually. Once in a virology lab this one girl gathered a sample of bacteria on that wire thingy and put the whole thing into the burner. She was very surprised why she had nothing grown on her petri dish a week later"
"Oh my god," you laughed out loud. "How will she pass?"
"Maybe she won't. I heard some other upperclassmen say the first year is usually treated as a sorting out year."
"It's possible. But her effectively killing all her bacteria sample is something else."
"It is," he chuckled at the memory. "Now that I think about it do you remember that unpleasant girl i told you some weeks back?"
"Yeah," you said emotionlessly but he paid it no mind.
"The girl she gave advice to was the same girl who burned off all her bacteria. Maybe she was right about advicing her like that. Maybe she could smell the stupid on her."
"Maybe."
There it was again. The one word answers.
"What is it now?" he asked concerned.
"Nothing, I just," you paused. He could sense a hesitation from your side. Eventually you spoke up again. "I just think I know that girl."
"Oh? Is she your friend?"
"More or less."
"Then I'm sorry if I offended her."
"Nah, it's fine. Do you still think of her as a bitch?"
"No."
"Then all's fine," he could hear you smile and he smiled as well.
"Well Suguru, as much as I like hearing your voice I have to go to sleep now. Thank you for explaining it to me again. I don't know what I would've done without you."
His heart sped up at the praise. "It was fine Y/N, that's what friends are for right? Oh and one more thing!"
"Yeah?"
He hesitated but finally he gathered enough courage. "Satoru told me about an upcoming party for scientists. Are you coming?" he asked hopefully.
"Maybe. It should be after a midterm from embryology. Let me check."
He patiently waited while you checked your calendar. Even if you wouldn't be going he would still find a way to meet you. Now that he knows what you sound like he could just walk around and listen to people talking.
"No, unfortunately it's the night before the midterm. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he tried masking his disappointment. Even though he admired how dedicated you were to your studies he really wished you could make an exception.
"Hey, maybe next time, okay?"
"Yeah, maybe fate will arrange my life again," he joked and you chuckled.
"Yeah. You never know. Good night Suguru. Sweet dreams."
*
Your midterm was around the corner. As was the party Suguru mentioned. You still see him in halls here and there, often surrounded by a group of people. There didn't seem to be a time where he was alone. Unsurprisingly so, since he looked like... well, like him. To sooth your jealousy there didn't seem to be any prominent lady hanging around him all the time. The faces in his close circle were always changing. Even the famous dummy from virology seemed to disappear. Maybe his words about merely traveling together were true.
Today however you payed no attention to him or his newfound friends. The only thing on your mind was your midterm. Other groups have already taken it and you heard them say how life draining it was. Their words were confirmed after you passed by a group of your friends who just finished it. Well, friends was a strong word. As freshmen you often relied on eachother but now that you know your way around and you were sorted jnto different groups you talked less and less.
"Hey," you greeted them. "How was it?"
"Run for your life girl," the one who had most prominent eyebags replied.
Some other people who you didn't know nodded, their faces equally as tired. Eveb the biggest know it all you've met in this darn buidling was mumbling something about retaking it.
From there your legs took you straight to library. It didn't look like those in movies you watched growing up. No fancy decoration or tables with green lamps. Just basic library with books stacked up to the ceiling, basic wooden uncomfortable looking chairs and tables with chipped edges. A pleasure to study there.
With a list of helpful books in your phone you walked around not looking for a particular one. Just procrastinating. If you managed to find one off your list you just flipped around and put it back in. All terms in there were already familiar to you. You doubted you could learn anything new by now.
Few rows bahind you something fell to the ground, the loud noise making you jump. A pretty loud 'fuck' along with a very familiar scolding from librarian soon followed. Amused you peeked into the corridor to check the poor guy's first experience with the dreaded librarian. It must be a freshman. Everyone else already knows to not even breath when in closed proximity of that witch.
It really was a freshman. But your freshman. Suguru stumbled from the alley into the corridor and quickly hid in the same row you were in, running by you, barely sparing you a glance.
The librarian calmed down and returned to her usual spot, a spawnpoint as you liked to call it. Once she did Suguru sighed and leaned back, a small smile tugging on his lips.
You admired him for a bit. It's been a long time since you've seen him, let alone been this close to him. Once he calmed down his head fell back to its usual level and he finally noticed you. His smile faded and your heart cracked. "Hi," he politely greeted. You only nodded back aknowledging him and opened the book you held on a random page. The whole book could be upside down and you would never even know, the only thing you were focusing on was his figure. Which was moving slowly towards you.
"Uhm, excuse me," his melodic voice made you look up at him. Your cheeks got heated as you waited for his next words. "Could you move?" he asked and pointed at the shelf you were leaning on.
"Oh, sorry," you whispered back and quickly moved. Your legs itched to walk away completely to not embarass yourself even further but something stopped you. A sudden urge rose inside you. 'Talk to him. Tell him.'
He flipped through his book, completely unbothered by his surroundings. Thank god for that. It gave you some time to psych yourself up. Twice you opened your mouth and closed it again. He took out his phone to snap couple of pictures of the pages in his hands. An idea.
You pulled your own phone out and messaged him.
Hey, you there?
After hitting send it only took couple of seconds for his phone to vibrate. He glanced at it again with annoyance but after a while a smile creeped up his face as his fingers danced across the screen.
Well hello, how was the study session?
Good. Listen, where are you right now?
Butterflies flew around your insides as you watched him type.
In library. Why? Wanna meet? ;)
This is it. It's now or never.
Look left.
With hope filled eyes you watched him and waited. The message finally got delivered. He read it. Then he turned his head. Your eyes finally met.
"Hi," you said carefully.
"Hi," he repeated, a dumbstruck expression on his face.
You expected a lot. Everything actually. But not what he did. It was just a small movement, some would write it off as just a spasm of muscles. In split second his eyes drifted from your face to someplace behind you and back down to you. As if checking if you're really the only one there.
Your throat tightened as tears slowly clouded your vision. "You're disappointed, right?"
That brought him back to reality as he shook his head. "No, no, of course not. Just surprised, that's all!"
How you wished you believed him. A tear has already escaped your eye and you cursed yourself. Not wanting to embarass yourself even further you turned around ready to leave.
"Hey, wait up," he stopped you by putting his large hand on your shoulder.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTHS," came an angry voice of the librarian. Both of your hearts stopped beating for a moment.
"Outside?" he mouthed to you.
You nodded and both of you practically sublimated out of there. Standing outside he finally took a good look at you. His eyes resting only on you, despite people walking around. Feeling selfconscious you tugged on your coat. It was supposed to snow today so you took the fluffiest you had, making you look three times your size.
"Ehm, so," you broke the silence, "it was nice meeting you and all but, I have midterm to study for sooo..."
"Oh, but we only just met," he pouted. It was cute, seeing a hunk of a man like him pouting like a kid who lost his favourite toy.
"Sorry," you apologized genuenly meaning it. Even though you'd love to stay time was pressing down on you.
Suddenly his eyes lit up. "Do you remember the party I mentioned to you?"
"The one in two days? Yeah, I remember. Why?"
He grinned. "My roommate is going there so my place will be free. And I need to study as well so we can study together. What do you say?"
His suggestion was tempting. But then again, being with him, all alone, possibly even staying the night? But you always studied much more efficient when you had someone beside you.
After few moments of pondering you nodded making his eyes even brighter.
"Great! I'll text you the address," he held up his phone and winked. "See you later kitten."
*
"This was probably a bad idea," you tell yourself as you check the address one last time. You were already standing under the building. A pretty fancy one. Didn't look like dorms at all. Maybe it wasn't. He did mention his roommate is unholy rich though so maybe this is one of the perks of being his friend?
First snowflakes dropped on your phone screen. You looked up. The clouds didn't even look dark enough to start snowing. The weather forecast didn't mentikn it either. You pulled your coat tighter around you a regretted not putting on another layer just in case like you use to.
The front entrance opened revealing Suguru in black sweatpants and black knitted sweater. "There you are! Come in before you freeze," he stepped aside and held the door open for you.
His place was on the eighth floor. The ride in the elevator wasn't long but for you, being so close to Suguru, it seemed like hours. Finally the elevator dinged and the doors opened. A white haired man wearing a pretty expensive looking shirt stood infront of it. You looked up and him and gulped. What kind of a man wears shades in the building?
"Sugu, is that her?" the man asked pointing a finger at you not even looking in your direction.
Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, this is her. Y/N, this is-"
"Satoru," he took your cold hand in his and leaned down, "pleasure to meet you."
Before he could kiss the back of your hand you pulled it from under his nose and held defensively against your chest. Suguru's shades slid down his nose slightly, revealing surprised blue eyes.
Giggling came from behind him. "I like her," said a brunnette in dark blue dress. "I'm Ieri."
"I'm Y/N," you smiled.
Suguru cleared his throat. "Okay now that we all know who the other one is," he placed his hand on your lower back making your blood quickly travel to your cheeks, "we better go study. Enjoy the party you two," he gently pushed you inside the open apartment door.
"Fine, fine," Satoru rolled his eyes. "If you need condoms I put some of mine in your bedside table."
"We are really going to study though," you said but he only chuckled.
"Yeah I know. Embryology," he winked under his shades and pulled Ieri along with him leaving you and blushing Suguru behind. Alone.
"Ignore him," he said and offered you Ieri's soft slippers. "Tea?"
"Yes please," you took of your coat and hanged it. Their place didn't look like it belonged to a pair of students at all. Everything looked expensive. The ridiculously giant aquarium in the living room wasn't helping at all. Upon further inspection you only saw two fish in there, one black the other white.
Suguru came back from the kitchen. "Those were Satoru's idea," he tapped the aquarium glass.
"It's cute. To represent you and him?"
"Yeah," he put his hands in his pockets and stood beside you. In the glass' reflection yout two almost looked like you were on a date in aquarium. You smiled at the thought. "He also wanted Ieri to have one as well but she refused. I have a feeling she's shipping us."
You chuckled. "Then my presence must be ruining her ship."
"Hmm, are you suggesting something?" he smirked and leaned in closer to you.
"Ehm," you averted your eyes and pulled your backpack off of your shoulders, "we got work to do."
"Right," he straightened back up, his expression unreadable. "Do you want to stay here or go to my bedroom?"
"We can go to yours," you say without actually thinking how it might make you look. Thankfully Suguru found no deeper meaning behind it and lead you to a decently big room. You could tell he was preparing for your visit. No man is this tidy. Even though it's Suguru.
"Make yourself at home, I'll go finish the tea."
"Thanks."
You walked around a bit. There were some pictures of his youth. Some were with people you didn't recognise, some with young Satoru. On all of them he looked extremely cute. Puberty must've hit him like a truck. You also took notice of the dumbells and other training equipment hidden in the corner. You always assumed people like him just went to a gym, or better yet had their own personal gym. Guess he's more of an introvert than you gave him credit for.
Without any further inspections you sat down on his bed, so soft and welcoming. You resisted the urge to lay back and drift off to sleep. It would be perfect. Big soft warm bed, picking up snowstorm outside, a handsome man laying by your side. You shook your head. You're just friends. You're just a friend.
"Tea is here," he walked in with two mugs in his hand handing one to you.
You just held it, wamring up your cold fingers. "Thanks."
With a small smile he nodded and sat right across you on his gamer chair. Did he play videogames as well?
"So, how does the whole studying in pair go?"
You sipped on your tea. Actually you had no idea. The only collective studying yoj ever did was with him through a phone that one time. It was more him explaining things to you rather than mutual teaching. In the end you shrugged. "We'll have to figure it out as we go."
"Guess we will," he leaned back.
He gazed at you so long it made you selfconscious. "What?" you giggled nervously.
He shook his head. "Nothing, just," he moved to lean forward on his legs, "never thought I'd have you here."
"Weren't you the one to beg for a meeting?" recalled all the times he asked on which floor of the school you were or asking for your schedual to surprise you after class.
"I didn't mean that," he said and pointed at his bed. "I meant here."
You looked down and blushed. "Oh."
He chuckled at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I'm not like Satoru."
"Like Satoru?"
"Horny."
You choked.
"C-can we start studying now?"
He nodded.
*
The clock on his bedroom wall slowly ticked away. You revised everything yoh needed and now was just helping Suguru. In the past hour he restlessly moved from sitting on his chair, to sitting on the parapet to now sitting on the ground right between your legs while you were playing with his long silky hair.
"Come on Suguru! I know you know this!" you tapped his scalp.
"Even if you threatened to shoot me I wouldn't know," he groaned and flipped through his notes again. "Maybe it won't even be on the damn midterm."
"The last time I said this I had to retake it. Besides if you don't pass on the first time then you'll have to retake after Christmas along with your finals. Do you want that?"
He leaned into your hands and closed his eyes. "That won't happen," he tilted his head back and looked at you, "because I have you now."
You chuckled and somehow didn't get flustered. Maybe you were desentisized after spending multiple hours on end with him? "Like I will sit there with you while you take it."
"Why not? I could squeeze you up," he got up from his spot and hugged you real tight against him, "and put you in my pocket like a talisman."
You giggled at him hugging and squeezing you. Without even realizing it he fell down with you in his arms on his massive bed, laughing along with you. When you opened your eyes you were met with his bare neck and long hair framing it. You looked up and realized how close the tow of you are. And how dark it has gotten outside.
He noticed how awkwardly you held your hands infront of you and losened his grip. "I'm sorry. Do you want to go?"
You shook your head and shushed the butterflies in your stomach. "Nope, I just-" you looked away from him, "maybe you're used to it but I've never been this close to a man before..."
He smiled and brushed your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. "I'm not used to it. I told you it's not often I'm close with a member of the opposite sex, and that's why Satoru and Ieri acted so weird. Besides," his hand fell from the top of your head to your neck and rested there, "you're the first girl to lay in this bed."
Your eyes went wide. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
You had no words. How do normal people even react to something like that? You just hummed and let your eyes roam around his face. He looked really cute right now. Like a cat. Even before he always reminded you of a cat. One of your hands rose up from your chest and with the lenght of your forefinger petted him under his jaw, like you would a cat.
"Meow," he said and you chuckled. But your finger didn't stop petting. Hiw own thumbed rubbed the back of your neck, his palm heavy on the side of it.
"I like bwing around you," you confessed."
"Me too. You're so calming."
You hummed and closed your eyes. "Would you mind if I stayed the night?"
"Not at all. I"ll even drive you to school tomorrow so you won't have to freeze in a bus."
Your eyes shot open. "You have a car?"
He shook his head. "Satoru does. He owes me for so much already. And he forgot his keys here too."
You swatted his shoulder lightly. "You're the worst!"
"Only for you."
There it was again. That damn smirk you imagined every time he sent it in an emoji form. Now it was right infront of your face. You readjusted your head. Now it was on the same level as his face as opposed to before when it was underneath it.
"Why did you message me that first time?"
He thought for a while. "Out of boredom mostly. But I'm glad I did," his hand moved from your neck up to your cheek.
"And why did you keep messaging me?"
"Why did you?"
You weren't sure yourself. "I don't know. You were nice I guess."
"And?" he moved closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing your own.
"I don't know!" You whined and moved your head to brush his nose. "What do you want to hear from me?"
"A confession or something," he mumbled. "I really want to hear you say you like me."
Your movement stopped. He wanted what? "Why?"
"Because," he brushed his thumb on your cheek, "I like you and I want to hear you say it back."
"You like me?" you asked not believing him.
"I do."
"Why?" some self-hating tears burned your eyes. There's no way you were this lucky. There's no way he's serious. Someone like him won't just start liking someone like you.
"Because I felt like it. Will you let me?" he asked and quickly glanced down at your lips. His question was about more than him liking you.
You closed your eyes and let the fate play out this scenario however it wanted. It was its fault he came into your life in the first place.
Suguru smiled and pulled your head towards him. His lips were soft. At first it was just a snall peck, filling your chest with warmth much sweeter than the tea he made you. When he pulled back you kissed him again. He locked your lips together, enjoying the way you moved against him. His other hand pulled your waist towards him and you sighed into his mouth. No one has ever touched you like this before. You could get used to this.
When sweet kisses weren't enough for him anymore he rolled you on your back while stradling you and deepened the kiss. You were surprised, sure, but certainly not dissapointed. You pulled on his lose hair, making him moan into you. This amount of power over a man wasn't so bad. Your hands snaked around his neck while his lowered to your thighs propping them up to lock around his waist. Something hard poked into your center.
Your eyes shot open and you gently pushed on his shoulders to give you some time to breathe.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked. From this short of a distance you could finally see his pupils agajnst his dark eyes. They were blown wide with desire.
You gulped and shook your head. "I'm scared."
He smiled gently and stroked your cheek. "Shh, it's okay. I'll be gentle."
His other hand played with the hem of your shirt, silently asked for permission. Which you gave.
He pulled your shirt of exposing your bare chest to him. You don't even know what you thought that morning not putting on a bra. But right now you were kinda glad you didn't. Less time wasting.
He immediatelly started kissing a path from your neck down to your chest. Sucking a hickey on your sternutm while both of his hands squeezed and massaged your breasts, thumbs flicking across your nipples. You whined at the foreign feeling. The hardness between your legs got even more prominent. Your legs locked around his torso and lifted your upper half to be close to him again. While your ass was off the bed he tried to pull down your warm trousers. Eventually they joined your shirt on the floor.
"Not fair," you whined and pulled on his sweater.
"Lemme fix it," he mumbled into your skin and sat up to pull his clothes away.
Of course he had a six pack. Of course he did. He leaned down and continued kissing your chest. You saw his back muscles. You swore he had muscle groups you thought were a myth.
Once his mouth got to your panties you came to a horrifying realization: you didn't shave.
"Sugu, stop," you tapped on his back making him look up at you.
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't," you looked away in embarassment.
"You didn't what, sweet?" he caressed the inside of your thigh and you shivered.
"It's a mess down there," you finally admitted hiding your face in your hands.
He tsked and pulled your hands from your face giving you a soft kiss. "No good man is affraid of a little forrest," he winked at you and dove right back where he stopped.
"Oh my- Sugu~"
He made out with your lower lips just as passionately as he did with your upper ones. Not used to the new sensation your legs tried to close but he held them wide open, even folded them up against your chest giving him better access. You moaned and whined, everytime you did he tried something new. New speed, new preassure. He spelled his own name on your clit with his tongue before sucking it, making sure to make you feel as good as possible.
Suddenly something poked your entrance. You shot your eyes opened panicked but quickly shut them closed when his long finger stroke your insides. No one has ever touched you in there. Not even yourself. Once he made a 'come closer' motion you were done for.
With a final kiss he pulled out his glitening forefinger. "Well, that was fast," he commented.
"Shut up," you hid your face once again.
He chuckled and moved up again, your legs found their home around his waist. He kissed your hands hiding your face. "It's cute kitten, don't hide away from me," he tapped your wrist. You pulled your hand away revealing your flushed face. "There you are," he smiled and kissed you. He licked inside your mouth and you tasted something more than just his saliva.
While he made out he pulled down his sweatpants and the hardness you felt before sprang free now. Too embarassed you didn't even attempt to glance down. Feeling how big he was down there was way more than seeing it.
"No way that will fit inside," you sighed into his mouth.
"We'll make it," he kissed you before straigthening up and leaning to the side of the bed.
"What are you-?"
"You wouldn't want to study embryology in practice now, would you?" he winked and opened his bedside table.
Embarassed you looked away from him and studied the arm that was still resting beside your head. His bicep must be bigger than your face. And the veins on his fore arms! A wet dream of every nurse for sure.
You mentally slap yourself. Why must you always think like a scientist?!
While you were scolding yourself he quickly slipped on a condom and his tip was now poking at your entrance.
"This will probably hurt," he whispered into your ear.
You found his hand and held it tightly, his fingers interlocking yours. "I trust you."
Slowly, inch by inch he moved inside. If his finger was way too long you weren't even ready for his nether region. He stretched you out in all directions, but mostly forward as he disappeared inside you more and more. You whined here and there but he kissed your cheek and told you how well you're doing and how it will feel good afterwards. His thumb kept rubbing the back of your hand as he moved his hips thrusting up into you.
Then, you didn't even know how but he was all inside. Once he was he groaned. "Fuck," he breathed out and his head fell into the crook of your neck and kissed you there. "You're so soft."
He breathed against your neck and you felt shivers run down your spine. He pulsed inside you and by the way he was breathing you knew he was trying to control himself to not hurt you. Oh how you loved this man.
Your other hand, the one not holding onto his, got lost in his hair. "Y-you can move."
You felt him grin against your skin. He pulled out, making you feel awfully empty, but quickly filling you up again making you gasp. "Oh~"
His arm moved from beside your head to hold your ass in place as he thrusted inside. Slow and steady. His tip always caressed that one spot his finger previously discovered. Every time you moaned he kissed yet another hickie into your neck and you feared you won't be able to last long.
A new feeling grew inside you. Much more powerful than the one before. "S-Sugu~" you breathed out, not being able to finish your sentence.
"Yes kitten?" He lifted his head. God he looked amazing. With his black hair framing his face and little beads of sweat forming on his forhead, like a crown of dewdrops.
"I-I-" he hit that spot again and you moaned seeing stars.
"Oh, you like it here," he angled his hips and poked that spongy spot again.
"N-n-n-" in this new position his pelvis rubbed just perfectly against your clit and it was damn near impossible for yout to even think.
"You're close?"
You nodded.
"Right behind you," he moaned and kept hitting that one wonderful spot unditl both of you fell apart. You first, him following closely after, filling the condom to the point of it leaking around his base. His head fell back into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses and catching his breath. Your own chest went up and down, touching his toned one with every breath. He stayed inside, staying nice and warm. You came to love being stretched like this. Unfortunately, both of your bodies would soon grow cold and would have to separate. He pulled out making you hiss.
"Sorry," he chuckled.
"Nah," you caressed the side of his face, "I loved it."
He smiled and kissed your palm. "Sleepy?"
You nodded and as if on cue yawned. Damn he was only with you once and he already knew your body better than you.
He got rid of his condom and threw covers over both of you, pulling your bodies together in the process. This was great. Exactly as you imagined. You and him together after a good and thorough study session, nice and warm while winter went crazy outside.
How could one stay awake?
*
Suguru stroked your naked back. Up and down, then back to your head again, scratching you like a cat. He woke up in the middle of the night and had been caressing you ever since. Usually he would curse this sudden wave of insomnia but now he was greatful. Who knows when will the two of you be like this? With how seriously you take school and his own hectic schedual mixed in? Better to enjoy this while he can.
Sun began to rise when he heard noises outside his bedroom. Satoru must be back.
Sure enough the white haired man stumbled through the threshold, his shades aslant and shakimg from the outside cold.
He made his way into kitchen but stopped once he got a peek into his bestfriend's bedroom. Thankfully you were laying chest to chest on him and most of you was covered by his blanket anyways but still Suguru tried to cover you from unwanted eyes.
Satoru grinned. "Just study?"
Suguru threw a pillow at him.
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bakugou using your mouth in the library during a weekly study date with your friendsâŠ
word count: 2.2k
warning: 18+; manhandling; blowjob (m receiving); degradation; slapping; public sex; possessive & controlling katsuki; choking & gagging; cum eating; yandere themes; poor eijiro once again :((
all characters are aged up !!
a/n: quick first drabble from my first story âdumb bitchâ since a lot of you asked for a part two but I donât want to do one, Iâll continue more drabbles from the story if asked ! enjoy ! (^_^)
You and the girls gathered at your usual study spot in the library on a quiet Saturday afternoon. You all were preparing for an exam and knew that studying together would help big time.
Kirishima was also there, like he always was. But he barely spoke. Ever since he discovered you and Bakugou on his bed, sprawled out like heathens, things were awkward to say the least.
You, the girl heâd cared deeply for, had chosen Bakugou over him, and it felt like a dagger was plunged into his soul.
He would think back to before everything went to shit. When classes for the day ended, he would see you leaning on his car when he'd go to the parking lot. You would greet him and lock your arm with his and you both made your way to the other side so he would open the passenger door for you.
You'd beg to go get ice cream or ask if he could take you home so you wouldn't have to take the bus. He would never say no to you, only nod like a dummy. It was like you knew the scent of your perfume made you irresistible to him.
When he would go to open the driver door, the handle would be warm from your ass. The day after the next, you would be back again to do the same thing.
You wanted to apologize to him, but was shut down by Bakugou. His nostrils flared and he rolled his eyes. "He'll get over it, stay away from him. Why? Because I told you to! Don't question me, you're fucking mine."
You respected his wishes, but you felt it was wrong.
You guys settled down at the spacious table, surrounded by shelves stacked with books, each section thoughtfully curated. They housed literary classics, contemporary bestsellers, niche genres, and even rare manuscripts. The atmosphere in the studying section was calm and serene. Soft whispers and the sound of turning pages filled the air.
You opened your rented textbook, and laptop, setting down your regular coffee next to them, ready to dive in.
"God, my head is killing me," Mina whined. Dramatically, she slumped over in her chair and rubbed her temple with two fingers.
"Still? It's been like a week," Momo asked.
"I don't know what's happening to me! Maybe... I'm dying..."
"Don't say that, death isn't funny."
"I never said it was, I'm being serious!"
"You're not gonna die from a headache, Mina. Stop being a baby. Maybe learn how to swallow a pill, it'll help."
Mina groaned and shook her head. "You know I can't do that!"
"Then stop complaining!" Momo snapped back.
You shook your head in disbelief. It seemed that the girls would always find something mundane to argue about. But that was just their dynamic. If there were a day they weren't bickering, you'd be worried.
You glanced up at Kirishima who sat across from you. His head was in his notebook; he was taking notes. You watched him, observing how he studied. His handwriting was a little sloppy, as he seemed to be writing fast. His tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth a little.
He was adorable when he was focused.
He looked up, meeting your gaze. You didn't look away. His red eyes glistened in the sunlight that came through the windows. You smiled at him, being sure to show off your pearly whites.
He sighed and went back to jotting down whatever he was writing. You frowned and opened your mouth to speak up, but you were suddenly yanked up by your arm.
You gasped and dropped the pen that was in your hand. You knew that tight grip of his, it never failed to make you shutter.
"Been tryna reach you for hours, y'know?"
You giggled. "Well I can't be available all the time."
Bakugou wasn't amused. His ears flushed in anger and his jaw clenched.
He dragged you out of the library, you winced when he tightened his grip on you. He was tall, his long strides made it almost impossible for your legs to keep up at a normal pace. Looking back, you were surprised.
Momo sat silently, taking a deep breath. Mina watched in confusion as to where he was taking you and wondered if youâd be back. Kirishima just stared. He seemed calm, like he wasn't worried.
He wasn't.
âBe right back you guys- ow!â You flinched. Bakugou had yanked you by your ear, forcing you in front of him so you couldnât look anywhere else but ahead.
Leaving the study area, Bakugou took you to an empty part of the library, all the way on the other side. Furthest away from your friends.
He shoved you into one of the shelves and stood in front of you. He towered over you, his wide chest almost caging you in that one spot.
âYou wanna embarrass me?â He asked, how voice low and intimidating.
You shook your head. âNo⊠of course not, Katsuki! What did I do?â
His infuriated state didnât subside. Your innocent question only intensified it.
âYou should know better than to ignore me,â he said.
You shook your head. âI donât know what youâre talking about but Iâm sorry, okay?â
âYou always have your phone on you, Iâm not stupid.â
You looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. âMy phone is in my bag, we needed to focus for this exam and I didnât want to get distracted. I didnât mean to worry you⊠forgive me?â
He scoffed at your sudden change in demeanor. You looked at him with those eyes. The very same eyes you gave him whenever you wanted him to take care of you in more ways than one.
âWhat a fucking whore you are.â He spat at you, his hands running down the sides of your waist.
âYou know me so wellâafter I study, you can come over. Iâll make it up to you!â You smile softly, biting your lip.
Bakugou didnât react, he just looked at you. It was hard to read him. You were never able to tell what he was thinking. Thatâs what made him stand out to you in the first place.
âWhy are you studying with Kirishima?â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âWell, thatâs how itâs always been. I canât really control if heâs there or not eitherâŠâ
âFucking figure it out. I donât want you around him, if that means you have to kick those sluts to the curb as well, then so be it.â
He was serious. Of course he was, there was never a moment where he wasnât. But he didnât actually expect you to let go of Momo and Mina did he? Your best friends since⊠forever!
You frowned at his words and your arms dropped from his neck. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater and looked away from him.
When you didnât give an answer, he brought his hand up to your chin, forcing you to look at him. âSo whatâs it gonna be?â
You were unsure of how to answer. Obviously, you werenât gonna stop being friends with them. They were there first, it would be unfair.
âWhy do you hate him so much?â
The grin on his face became more prominent. Slowly, teasingly, his hand smoothed down your hair before he pressed against the back of your neck. âBecause he wants whatâs mine.â
He pressed down hard, pushing you down to your knees. Your heart sped up when you realize whatâs happening.
You blinked up at him, unsure of what he wanted you to do. You were also too scared. Your hands shook a little at the thought of getting caught. That would be a nightmare.
He tilted his head at you. âYou donât expect me to do everything, do you?â
You looked to both sides of you worryingly. âWhat if someone comes, and we get in trouble, or worse- suspended. Or even worse! Expelled! Oh my god, Iâd be in so much trouble, my parents would kill me and I would be a disgrace and theyâd disown me and theyâd take away everything I have, everything I love, oh my god Iâm gonna have a heart attack,â
Bakugou rolled his eyes at your nervous rambling, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He slammed your head back on the shelf which shut you up immediately, his cock in his hand, he tapped your lips with it.
âAre you done? Needaâ use your mouth for something more productive right now.â
You closed your eyes, letting out jagged breaths, and nod submissively. He chuckled then forced his cock between your lips, putting his entire length down your throat.
Your squeals are muffled when he thrusts into your mouth. He explores your tongue and feels the inside of your cheeks. It made him crave you even more.
âLooks at me baby- aah, shit. Look at me when your mouth is full.â He exhaled.
You did as he said without question. One thing about Bakugou, his moans were gorgeous. They never failed to make you feel special.
It always sent shivers down your spine whenever his breaths let you know how much of a good girl you were being. Your nipples became hard, almost being visible through your thick sweater. The pain at the back of your head became a distant feeling.
The only thing you focused on was him. How good he was making you feel, and how you were doing the same to him.
His breath hitched as his thrusts into your throat became more powerful. His balls slapped against your chin and saliva spilled from the corners of your lips.
âWider,â he panted. âOpen wider⊠deeperâŠâ
You tried your best to widen your lips more to his liking. But you were as wide as you could go, his cock was already forcing your mouth wide open. It was hard to breathe through your mouth and your jaw started to cramp.
He leaned over you, his arms and forehead resting on the bookshelf. You could tell he was focused, his expression was serious.
You felt yourself growing more wet when you began to gag on his cock. The lewd noises were a little loud, the thought of being caught scared you but you didnât care about that now.
He moaned more, cursing at you under his breath. It was so faint, you couldnât hear what he was saying. But you were willing to bet it was so hot.
Hs shoved his hand to the back of your head and began forcing you down on his cock. Your eyes shot close when you started choking on him even more.
His grip on your hair tightened and you could tell he was close. You tried to be good for him and just take it. But the roughness was too much to handle.
You whined and whimpered, but he ignored you. The only thing on his mind was chasing his high. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you moaned.
That set him off. His body jerked ever so slightly as he released down your throat. His gasps were soft and mixed with shits and fucks.
When he pulled out of you, a long string of his thick cum mixed in with your saliva connected between his cock and your mouth. He lifted it off his end and placed it in your mouth.
You prepared your throat to swallow before he caught it and flung his hand across your cheek, your head snapping to the side. You whimper and bring your hand to your slapped cheek.
âDonât swallow until I tell you to.â He hissed.
You nodded and stood slowly, resting your head on his chest. He cleaned himself up a bit, putting his cock back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans.
He led you back to your friends and left without a word. You sat down quietly, grabbing your phone from your bag and rested your head on the table.
13 missed calls and 22 unanswered texts.
âWhat happened back there? Are you alright?â Mina asked. You looked up at her. She was worried, like usual. You only smile and nod.
âAre you sure? You look exhausted,â Kirishima added. You nod again, your tongue playing with the cum still in your mouth.
You felt your eyes ready to close so you can get some rest until you felt your phone buzz. You lifted it from your lap and unlocked it.
It was from Bakugou.
âSend me a pic of my seed in you. Then Iâll allow you to swallow.â
You cringed. What if your friends saw? What would they think of you if they knew what just happened?
But you couldnât ignore him. Youâd end up in bigger trouble later if you did.
You opened the camera app and turned the camera around. Kirishima was right, you did look exhausted. Your eyes were barely able to stay open, it looked like you had been crying.
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. You snapped a photo of your expression and examined it before sending.
It was clear as day, the cum in your mouth. It was awfully abundant and salty. Having it in your mouth for longer than three minutes would surely make your breath stink like crazy.
You sent the picture to him and awaited a response. It wasnât long before you got a reply.
âDisgusting whore.â
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Summary: Rollo with an opposite kind of unhinged partner who always says the most out of pocket things out of nowhere when they are alone and no one believes that they actually like each other.
Warnings:obviously English isnât my first language plus I posted this the moment I finished it, reader is gn, reader is INSECURE, very self inserty, Rollo is decent at comforting, small injury, reader says out of pocket shit because itâs funny. Tell me to add anything if I forgot :P
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Rollo groans as he wakes up from his sleep to start another day at school, he takes his phone to turn off the alarm and sees a message from his partner.
âI want to get you pregnantâ
Rollo just sighed and didnât open the message and went to the bathroom. As he was making himself coffee a specific ringtone erupted his peace, he answered the call and didnât say anything waiting for the next surprise.
âabout the preg-â
âPlease seek professional helpâ
beep.
itâs too early for him to deal with this, he hears giggling from behind his door. Smiling to himself only, he sighed, hid his smile and opened the door with a frown only his partner would see right through, and that partner is smiling like an idiot. He had to fight the urge to smile back, he doesnât want to encourage her behavior even if he doesnât mind it that much.
âhey baby girlâ âdonât call me thatâÂ
He smiled very slightly as he looked at them. How can someone who claims to be lazy have so much energy very early in the morning? Unless⊠Rolloâs smile disappeared and he crossed his arms with his head held high.
âYou didnât sleep didnât you?â His partner flinched and looked anywhere but Rolloâs eyes, swinging side to side âwhaatt? Of course I did- no I didnâtâ one look at Rollo's eyes made them tell the truth, they already knew that lying wonât get them anywhere with Rollo. Especially with his very unconvinced face.
âbuutt the new character was about to be releasedâ they whined as they explained themselves, knowing at it wouldnât change anything but trying wonât hurt âyou know how long I have waited for it-â Rollo raised his hand, noticing his partnerâs worry âIâm not mad, I just donât want you to tell behind on your studies.â He said it as a fact, not afraid to somewhat show his worry.
They looked at him for a moment before smiling, knowing even when he said he wouldnât, he would lap them even when they didn't help themselves. They hold his arm, almost spilling his coffee with how much force they hold him. He walked around the school doing his work while his partner walked close by, his assistants joked about them being a package deal.
After classes at the student council room, Rollo was doing his work while his partner was (forcefully by Rollo) doing their homework. Saying that he's around he can help them instead of them calling in the middle of the night to help with a simple math question.Â
He looked to the side as he noticed the sound of pen writing had stopped for a while, he saw his partner looking down in deep thought. Not in the âif I used that weapon one that characterâ kind of thought but something must have happened to leave them with such expression, kind of thought.
He called their name multiple times, raising his voice every time until they answered him âwhat are you so in deep thought about?â He looked at them in the eyes, in a way trying to tell them there is no way of getting out of this.
They stayed silent for a moment, just looking at Rolloâs eyes. As if begging him not to open that can of worms, Rolloâs eyes didnât give them a chance to escape, equally begging them to open up.
âhave you.. heard what everyone has been saying?â Rollo frowned, he was confused. This is not something they usually worry about, they always told him not to care what others say especially when it comes to their relationship. It seems to be a sensitive topic for them, from their actions. Avoiding eye contact, stuttering, heavy breathing and biting their nails. So he tried to be patient.
âNo, I have not.â Heâs too busy to know or care about what anyone thinks about him or his partner. âCare to tell me?â He slowly holds their hand, to stop them from hurting themselves. Which was a little late. Their fingertips are already bleeding, he sighs and opens one of his drawers, taking out bandages and helping them.
They hissed, not enjoying their current situation. âThey say I donât deserve youâ they looked away, feeling ashamed to even entertain the thought âthey think you are with me because you pity me or that Iâm annoying youâ Rollo listened to them without interrupting, wanting to hear everything from them before speaking his thoughts. âAm I.. Too much?â.
He stopped for a second to process their question, âwhat do you mean?â He looked them in the eyes after finishing putting on the bandage, trying to figure them out. âYou know like.. Too much to handle? Annoying and insufferable.. A nuisance?â They kept their eyes away from his, the shame killing them inside out.
Rollo knew how insecure his partner can be, but it surprised him it reached their relationship. He didnât even give himself to think and answered them.
âno, I donât think of you this lowlyâ He awkwardly tried to comfort them by holding their hand with both of his, looking around just as awkwardly to try and find his words. âIf I did, I wouldnât be here with you, right?â Heâs trying his best and he knows his partner understands, to them that heâs trying is more than enough but they kept silent.
He raised his hand, to emphasize his point. âJust because you would, doesnât mean I wouldâ He smiled, a barely noticeable one as they laughed. They know itâs true, they didnât have the best relationships with almost anyone in their life so they assume that everyone is like them, itâs nice to be reminded that itâs not normal.
âMay I ask, from whom did you hear it?â Rollo said as he went back to do his work, wanting to get to the bottom of this situation. âOh, will usually when we are walking or just sitting alone I tend to hear people talkâ âoh so your hearing decides to be good when itâs people bad mouthing you?â At that they laughed loudly, holding their mouth to keep it down.
âI canât even disagree on that..â They looked down and smiled a small one âIâm sorry, really. Itâs just they came at the worst timeâ they smiled apologetically, looking at Rollo begging for forgiveness. Even though he wasn't mad to begin with âdonât worry about it,just like how you handled my worst, Iâm here for yours.â
Their smile turned warm, putting their head on Rolloâs shoulder âThank you, trulyâ they closed their eyes and sighed. âNo problemâ he smiled, knowing they canât see it.
âso, about the preg-â âsighâŠâ
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âDid you take the pic??â âYeah!â Two students peaked through the door, they chuckled and left the two love birds on their own. âThey owe us so much money!â âThought that was to stop the rumors so it would stop upsetting them?â âOh yeah that too!â
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One day I AM using my artistic skills to draw me getting him pregnant
Also high coms are open :3
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