#and this boy in my lecture said he had a crush on me :3 i don’t like him but it was nice to hear

[strawxbunny]

decided not to isolate today and things are already better and sweeter and great

[star-sim]

boy's night ☆ riki nishimura

☆ summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results! ☆ genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game ☆ warning(s)? no just silliness :3 ☆ word count: 1.7k words

"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.

Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.

There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.

Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.

Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.

Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.

He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.

Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.

Enter: You.

You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.

Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.

You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experience— even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!

Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.

"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.

"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.

"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"

With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.

"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like that— I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other day—oh my god— she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thi—

".... But you think she's pretty, right?"

And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.

And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.

So, it wasn’t hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.

It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks. 

The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.

The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.

"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.

"What did she—" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulder— "What did she say?!"

Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.

"Move your fatass head!"

"I can't see!"

As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.

What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?

His head was spinning.

"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.

"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.

"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.

"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.

"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"

"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly. 

"Why is that a bad thing?"

All of his friends groaned.

They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.

Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.

"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"

"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.

"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"

"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.

"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."

Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."

They all groaned loudly.

"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"

Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.

"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned. 

Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.

"She responded!"

Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.

"Oh my god, it's happening!"

"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happening—"

And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.

[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Shewantsyousobadohmygo—"

According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.

"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"

"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"

"I agree," Sunoo said.

"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"

But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.

"Riki, what are you doing?!"

Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.

I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.

When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.

"It's over."

"You're insane."

"Fumbled."

Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumble— Oh shoot, she's typing!"

The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.

You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.

"Good game, guys."

"100% over."

Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?

But then you finally replied.

My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.

Oh.

My.

God.

Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.

I'm free tomorrow, he typed. 

"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—"

Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.

"D-Did she just ask you out?"

Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."

"Yes?!"

Riki blinked again. "Yeah."

.

.

.

And then it hit him.

"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"

[jenosbigtoe]

park jisung x bimbo!reader (M)

minors dni

summary: maybe the quiet boy isn’t as naive or innocent as you initially thought.

warnings: reader is kinda slutty but ji secretly loves it, dom!jisung, big dick jisung, fingering, size kink, creampie, fellatio, unprotected sex, college au!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i’m a jeno girlie but ji has been hitting sooo different. ESP THE BAT JISUNG OOOH

SORRY TO WHOEVER WANTED THE JAEMIN FIC FIRST IM GETTING IMPATIENT HAVING THIS SIT IN THE DRAFTS. JAEMIN FIC THIS WEEKEND POSSIBLY!!

god you wanted him so bad. park jisung, the quiet compsci major that sat in the front of every lecture you’ve had together since freshman year. the park jisung that walked around with his clunky black headphones around his head at all times. the one who had his head down and eyes averted wherever he went. the one who rarely raised his hand in class but when he did, god he sounded so sexy explaining topics you could never begin to understand. the park jisung you’ve never spoken more than 10 words to in the 3 years you’ve known him at uni.

you just wanted to corrupt him so bad. with those baggy clothes he always wore and those harry potter circular lenses you thought looked so so cute on his face, you’ve never seen him interact with the opposite sex. like ever. and with your senior year in uni, you knew you had to make a move on him.

operation seduce park jisung is a go.

you had your first lecture of the day together. it was a 9 am, one you barely showed up to but you knew he had perfect attendance to. and today you were going to make his knees weak when he saw you.

popping your sparkly pink lip gloss, you gave yourself another look over in the reflection of the window before stepping into the lecture hall. today, you wore a light pink mini skirt, a white crop top and lacy hot pink push up bra that peaked through, and a cardigan with strappy gold sandals. you walked in 5 minutes late, smacking your bubblegum, and scanned the room for your target.

there he sat in the front row, in his oversized black hoodie and khaki cargo pants, his laptop open and signature black headphones around his neck. he was chewing on the end of a pen cap as he typed, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. you smirked to yourself and sauntered over to the seat next to him, making sure to scoot behind him in order to accidentally rub your ass against his head.

“sorry, excuse me,” you whispered.

jisung scooted up to let you pass and gave you a tight lipped smile as you sat next to him.

you didn’t even bother taking anything out to write notes. as you pretended to focus on the lecture, your eyes drifted over to jisung periodically. the way his hands were so big and veiny. when his hoodie sleeve would lift up and tease you with the image of his slim muscular arms. the faint smell of his masculine scent—smoky cedarwood? you could feel your pussy throbbing.

after the lecture was over and jisung got up to leave, you stopped him. “hey, what’s your name again? my name is y/n i don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves before.”

“it’s park jisung,” he said curtly.

it was hard for you to decipher how he felt talking to you but you didn’t want to burn this bridge before it even took off. “okay, nice to meet you, jisung. see you around!” you gave him a bright grin and turned on your heels to saunter out of class, leaving him to stare at your turned back.

and the next few weeks it was rinse and repeat. you would show up wearing your cutest little outfits, showing the most amount of skin appropriate in an “academic setting”, and trying to strike up a conversation with the quiet sexy compsci boy you had a crush on. to be fair, it didn’t seem like your plan was working all that well though. you barely knew anymore about jisung than you did a month ago and you thought by now you would’ve had him melting in your palm. with all the curt responses he gave to your questions, you should’ve been discouraged by now. but no, you were more determined than ever to get this boy underneath you.

so today you decided to alter your plan a little bit. you found jisung in the same seat as always. you were wearing the cutest white sandals and a short mini sundress with a pink ribbon in your hair. you took extra care in your makeup today too, wearing just a little more blush, sparkly silver glitter eyeshadow, and frosty pink lipstick.

“hi ji,” you walked up to him and smiled, actually 10 minutes early this time.

he gave you a small smile and looked back down at his laptop. you puffed your cheeks and pouted a bit. you sat in your designated seat next to him in a huff and pulled at his hoodie sleeve.

“ji, you like me right?” you started to draw circles on his arm and leaned in closer so he could smell your cherry perfume.

jisung looked up at you and tensed up with hesistant look about his face. “what do you mean, y/n?”

you pouted your lip. “you know.”

jisung fidgeted in his seat a bit and looked every where but your tits that were spilling out your bra. “i don’t know what you mean.”

“well we’re friends, right?” you leaned ever so slightly over. god he looked so cute and delicious you could just eat him up.

“um,” jisung started.

you interrupted him. “well i like you ji. and you’re my friend. friends help each other, right?”

jisung stared blankly at you. “y/n we've barely talked except the past couple weeks.”

you ignored his last statement.“this is really embarrassing but,” you leaned over and whispered softly in his ear, “i’m failing this stupid econ class. it’s required for my major but i just don’t understand any of it.”

you leaned back and stared jisung directly in his eyes, close enough to count the eyelashes on his eyes. “help me, ji? please? i know you’re just so smart and i only need some tutoring.” you gave his arm a tight squeeze for reassurance.

poor jisung was so flustered and shifted around at the proximity. “w-well uh o-okay-“

you stood up gave him a tight hug, conveniently shoving his face into your juicy tits, and squealed excitedly. mission success. “thank you so much, ji! let me treat you out to lunch a few days a week to make up for your help!”

jisung’s face was so red and the hug left his glasses slightly askew on his face. adjusting his glasses, he fumbled out a “yeah no problem.”

after the lecture, you slid jisung a piece of paper with your number with a “text me :) <3” and practically skipped out of class.

later that evening you got a text from an unknown number.

unknown: This is y/n right?

unknown: It’s Park Jisung.

you squealed and kicked your feet around on your bed.

you: yup :)) this is y/n

jisungie <3: Okay. I’m free Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays after 2pm. Every other day I have work. Let me know when you want to meet up.

you: yayyyy!! perfect <3

you: let’s meet up at the library tomorrow at 2:30pm. my place is right by it

jisungie <3: Okay.

you: your so awesome ji ���

jisungie <3: You’re*

jisungie <3: You’re welcome, y/n. And just so you know, I do like you. You are my friend.

you had to run laps around your room after that one.

the next day was a sunday. you told jisung to meet you at the library but you knew better. the library wasn’t open on sundays. so that meant your study date had to move somewhere. and with your place being so close, that somewhere would hopefully be your apartment.

so you arrived at the library 30 minutes early, knowing jisung’s little quirk of needing to be 15 minutes early to everywhere he goes. today you decided to wear black yoga pants that accentuated your ass and a cute crop with a teddy bear print on it. and you made sure your makeup was waterproof because you hoped jisung would make you cry it all off later.

when jisung arrived, you faked a pout and pretended to be upset. you ran up to him and grabbed his arm, big fake tears welling up in your eyes. “ji, the library is closed. i was so excited to hang out with you outside of class but we can’t even have our study date because the stupid library doesn’t open on sundays.”

jisung looked panicked at the sight of your tears. “uh, um, uh don’t cry.”

you let a few tears roll and rubbed them on the back of your hands. “sorry ji. i’m just so disappointed. sure i want my grade in econ to be better but i also just wanted to hang out with you.”

jisung grabbed a napkin out of his bag and handed it to you. he rubbed your hand in a reassuring way that secretly had your pussy throbbing from his big hand grabbing your small one. “uh it’s okay, y/n. i can probably make time tomorrow. i have work but uh-“

you suddenly interrupted him. “wait, i don’t want you to have to miss work for me. i have an idea. my place is just a 3 minute walk from here. how about we head over there instead?”

your tears suddenly dried up as you pouted up at him, puffed up cheeks and big doe eyes with a hopeful look on your face.

jisung seemed to look relieved that you stopped crying. “okay. if that’s what you want then i’m down.”

you squealed and jumped up and down, hugging his body close to yours. “yayy! thank you thank you thank you ji!!!” you grabbed his big hand in yours and practically dragged him all the way to your apartment.

your apartment looked exactly how jisung imagined it. so pink and girly, flowers and ribbons and stuffies everywhere. and it smelled so strongly of you, he was about to lose his mind. your fluffy white cat purred and rubbed herself affectionately on jisung’s leg as soon as he entered.

“sweet girl, he smells so good right?” you lifted her up and snuggled her into your arms, giving her kisses all over her fur. “ji, you can set your stuff down by the couch. let me change into some lounge clothes.”

jisung felt so awkward being in your apartment but when you came out, he knew he was really in trouble. you were wearing a lacy silk pink victoria’s secret pj set that looked so flimsy.

“ji, do you want anything to eat? drink?” you walked past him, underwear peaking from beneath your shorts as you walked to the small kitchen.

jisung stuttered. “n-no. i’m good”

you walked over with a glass of water and a pack of cookies. “okay just let me know if you need anything.”

after an hour of jisung trying to lecture topics of micro and macro economics into your head, you just about had enough. slamming the book shut, you felt your brain about to fry.

“ji, i know i’m a business admin major but this is so stupid,” you whined. “why can’t i be as smart as you? i just wanna marry rich and be a stay at home wife.”

“well y/n-“ jisung started but you cut him off.

“no. i’m sick of this.” suddenly you pushed him back on the couch and straddled his waisted, using your legs to lock him underneath you. suddenly you leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.

“baby, i think you are just so sexy when you explain this stuff to me. you are so smart and i want you so bad.” you nibbled on his ear.

and jisung snapped. he was tired of your teasing for the past few weeks. what, did you really think he was so naive and stupid to notice your seduction tactics? you’re quite literally the girl of his dreams and you’ve been the object of his fantasies since he first saw you freshman year. you were always so bubbly and sweet and outgoing, the exact opposite of him, how could he ever stand a chance with you? but now that you’ve finally made a move on him, that was it.

using his strength, he flipped you over and pinned you on your back, gripping your hands above your head. “fuck. you have no idea what you do to me. you think you can just tease me like this, dangling yourself in front of me like a piece of meat, and expect me to not snap? you have too much faith in me.”

your heart was racing and every word he said went straight to your pussy, growing wetter by the second. jisung started leaving wet kisses down your jaw, once hand still pinning your hands above your head and the other gripping your waist.

“jisung you are so sexy. you have no idea how much i have wanted this,” you looked him into his eyes and smashed your lips against his.

3 years of unresolved feelings went into that kiss. he was a much better kisser than you expected, which had you moaning into his mouth and grinding up into his thigh.

he ripped off your pj set, leaving you in just your lacy white bra and panties. “fucking slut. you planned this huh? wanted to bring me to your apartment so you could fuck me huh?”

you whined and started taking his clothes off too. and holy shit was he hiding a beautiful body underneath those baggy clothes. you could always kinda tell he was toned underneath those clothes but nothing compared to this. his body was so well built and chiseled, arms so veiny and thick, you were foaming at the mouth.

he went to take his glasses off but you stopped him. “the glasses stay on while we fuck,” you told him seriously.

he bit back a giggle and ripped your underwear off. your pussy was glistening with arousal. he wrapped his lips around one of your juicy tits and traveled his hands down your body until his fingers rested on your cunt. “does my baby want to be touched here? does her slutty pussy want to be touched?”

you whined and bucked your hips into his hand. “yes! yes please ji i need you to touch me.”

he smirked and started teasing your pussy with his fingers, rubbing them up and down your slit and ghosting over your clit.

“stop teasing me. need more ji,” you sniffled.

he shoved two fingers into your sopping cunt and started pumping them. you moaned loudly, wriggling your body around and clenching on his fingers. with his other hand, he continued to grope at your chest, leaving you needier than ever. god his hands were so hot and they felt so good. so long and big and veiny and the perfect size for touching your cunt.

suddenly, you shoved him off of you and pushed him back on his back. “your turn.”

jisung looked shocked at first but let you take control. you pulled down his boxers and let out a small gasp. “no fucking way.”

jisung smirked at you and tilted his head back, shutting his eyes with a knowing look on his face. his glasses were crooked and falling off his nose but he never looked sexier to you.

“ji, why did you never tell me you were hiding a horse in there?” you asked, completely serious.

jisung stifled a giggle. “never asked.”

“if i had known you were this fucking hung down here i would’ve jumped your bones so much sooner.” you were seriously concerned for your little pussy the next day but at this point you didn’t care.

you gave his massive cock a few pumps with your manicured nails, wondering just how you would be able to fit all of it inside. even his balls were massive and heavy.

you alternating between licking the base of his cock and lightly sucking on his balls. god it was so hot and heavy and smelled so good, so musky and masculine. jisung let out the sexiest groans as you did this, snaking his hands into your hair and gripping your head. “fuck baby that feels so good.”

you gave a small kiss to the tip of his cock and then started sucking, putting more and more of it down your throat as you went. tears pricked your eyes as it went further and further. jisung’s moans got even louder and he started to buck his hips slightly against your face.

you gave licks to the underside as his dick was deep in your throat. with one final push, you bottomed out on his cock and deepthroated him fully, leaving jisung’s mind hazy and body shaking. fat tears welled up in your eyes and fell down your face. good call on the waterproof mascara.

“fuck m gonna cum. you’re doing so good baby, so so so good,” he groaned as you kept going up and down on his cock, sucking and licking his shaft with every bob of your head.

without warning, he suddenly ripped his cock from your face and stood up, leaving you whining and tears staining your face.

“what a cock hungry slut. can’t even go a second without cock ruining her. well don’t worry baby, i’m about to fuck you so good. wanna cum inside your pussy for the first time.”

he reached into his bag for a condom but you stopped him. “no condom. want you in my pussy raw.”

jisung smirked. “naughty girl.” he pushed you on all fours on the couch and positioned himself behind you. “you’re already so wet baby, won’t even need to prep.”

he rubbed his massive cock on the outside of your pussy, teasing your hole and sticking the tip in before taking it out and rubbing it some more.

“ugh fuck me ji! stop teasing just fuck me right now!” you whined out, arching your back and shoving your cute ass in his face.

and without warning, he bottomed out inside you. you screamed at the sudden feeling, his balls pressing up against your clit. your arms gave out from beneath you, leaving his hands to gripping your hips for support.

“m gonna move now, m’kay sweetheart?” jisung groaned. your little pussy was just sucking him so tightly and it was driving him crazy.

his hips drove into your cunt, his big cock absolutely bullying your little pussy. you were a screaming and moaning and crying mess. “yes yes ji! oh my god feels so good yes!”

you felt your orgasm building up, leaving your pussy to clench and drip more around his cock.

“fuck baby. this pussy was made for me. you’re so perfect and gorgeous and i can’t believe i get to fuck this pussy,” jisung was going absolutely feral above you, thrusting hard and fast and deep into your pussy. he was bottoming out with each thrust, balls slapping against your clit.

“m close. where do you want me to cum baby?” ji groaned out.

“inside. cum inside my pussy. please ji, i need it, need it so much,” you cried.

your words sent jisung over the edge. he released his hot load into your cunt, giving a few last hard thrusts.

the feeling of hot cum inside you triggered your orgasm. you cried out in pleasure, feeling absolute bliss.

after you both got down from your highs, still panting heavily, jisung collapsed onto the couch with you on his lap. his head rested in the crook of your neck as you laid your head on his.

“this is a little late but be my boyfriend ji?”

[zerobaselove]

a perfect fit | zhang hao

pairing: campus crush! zhang hao x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 3409

warnings: minor swearing probably?  lowercase intended, not proofread

prompts: 4. "what do you want?" "you" 5. "i want to help you, so please, let me." 11. "is that my sweater?"

notes: combined a hao prompt request (i changed the phrasing of 4 a little bit IMSORRY) with a campus crush! hao request and came up with this,,, honestly longer than i was expecting and somehow shorter than i wanted it to be ?? idk.. anyways geology major! hao you are dear to me (i want him so bad i'm clawing at the walls of my enclosure) hope you all enjoy <3

college was stressful. you knew it would be, it had to be expected. but what you didn’t expect was that the hardest part wasn’t the coursework or the seemingly constant stack of homework sprawled across your desk; it was actually paying attention in your classes.

how were you supposed to focus on mantle convection when three rows down was arguably the prettiest boy you had ever seen in your whole life. zhang hao.

you only had a few classes together, but coincidentally, due to your wandering eyes those happened to be the classes you were falling behind in. and he was to blame. 

truth be told, it seemed everyone had some sort of campus crush on the boy; between the way he dressed and carried himself and the way he always managed to be at the top of every class, just about everyone either wanted to be him or be with him. and you couldn’t blame them in the slightest. 

zhang hao was someone to admire from afar; across the lecture hall or the path between buildings. so when he ended up in a study group you had joined in an attempt to graduate with a respectable grade, you were dumbfounded, what was someone like him doing in a study group for a class he was passing with flying colours? maybe it was charity work, you convinced yourself.

the study group was only so effective for you, with zhang hao in the group you couldn’t focus, yet again. it was too hard to not notice the way he fidgeted with the pen in his hand or the way he doodled small animals in the corners of the paper. or the way he leaned over a fellow classmate as he helped them with a particularly complicated question in the textbook. 

you were doomed.

——

after a few weeks of no progress, you were just about to give up. maybe i’ll just drop out and work at a department store or something. you told yourself as you crouched down outside the library you all studied in. 

sure, you were being a little dramatic. but you were one question away from bursting into tears as you walked out of the study group an hour early. the embarrassment of leaving paled in comparison to crying in front of the boy who had been your reason to showing up to class some days. 

“are you okay?” the question pulled you out of your pity party, looking up to see the tall male in front of you. he gave you a worried look at your curled up frame leaned against the brick. “i’m just feeling a little stupid,” you tried to laugh, a dry husk of humour pushing past your lips.

the boy didn’t respond right away, opting to crouch beside you as he sat down on the concrete right next to you. if you weren’t so stressed about your academics right now, you probably would’ve been a stuttering mess at the close proximity. maybe you would’ve even noticed the scent of his cologne. but all you could do in that moment was frantically wipe your eyes and attempt to not look as pathetic as you felt. 

his eyes softened as he watched your hands rest on top of your knees, “you’re not stupid,” he said, a sweet tone in his voice, comforting even, “it’s a difficult class, everyone has been struggling.” his kind words tugged at your heart more than you’d care to admit.

“but everyone else seems to be getting it eventually.” you sniffled, concentrated on the tears threatening to spill again, “and i just keep slipping further and further behind.” you let out a heavy sigh, “i’m never gonna catch up at this rate.” 

you almost forgot the boy was even sitting there, silently listening to your troubles. “shit sorry,” you let out a pitiful laugh, “i didn’t mean to drag you into being my therapist.” 

he shook his head, a smile spreading across his face, “it’s okay, i’m glad you told me.” he turned his head towards you, “how about we make a deal?”

you only tilted your head in curiosity, urging him to continue his train of thought.

“you let me tutor you from now until exams. if you pass, then we both win, and if you don’t, then at least you tried your best.” 

the offer was sweet, but you couldn’t help but wonder why zhang hao of all people would take time out of his days to tutor you.

“what’s in it for you?” you let a small smile break out across your face, the first in what felt like weeks. 

“well,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “maybe i just want to pass my knowledge onto someone.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the reason as he continued.

“and maybe, this can double as a way to make a new friend, if you’d want.”

sure. “friend” had no real implications of anything beyond a good acquaintance. but you almost choked at the disbelief. the university’s sweetheart, zhang hao wanted to be your friend? the boy you had spent the better part of the last two months trying to tear your eyes off of while your professor droned on about chemical reactions and the composition of rocks.

“are you sure? i don’t wanna take up too much of your time and-“ he cut you off before you could finish. “i wouldn’t offer it if i wasn’t sure,” he smiled gently, “i want to help you, so please, let me.”

you pondered the offer for a moment again. maybe it was the prospect of spending more time with him, or maybe it was just the idea of finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel that was this class, but you had made up your mind.

“deal.” your smile widened as you stuck out a hand, his own coming out to shake yours as he mirrored your expression. 

this was going to be interesting.

——

your one on one study sessions had only been going on for a few weeks but you were already starting to grasp the concepts more with zhang hao’s help. “just call me hao.” you recall him insisting on multiple occasions, unaware of the way your brain would try and twist the intimacy behind it. just friends, you had to remind yourself, that was all you two would ever be, and that was honestly more than you ever could have expected. 

“hao,” the name rolling off your tongue, “it’s getting late, can’t we wrap this up?” you whined, pouting a little in hopes of getting sympathy from the boy. as smiley as he was, he was also quite the hard-ass when it came to studying.

“one more question and then we can be done for tonight, deal?” he smiled, gesturing to the last practice question from this page. you let out a huff as you mumbled an acceptance of the deal, grabbing your pencil once again as you wrote out the explanation, scouring your brain for the scientific phrases to communicate your thoughts. 

zhang hao looked over your final answer with a content hum, his hand coming over to ruffle your hair, “good job, you’re getting the hang of this.” 

you stiffened at the contact and praise, you had never really gotten validation like that, especially not from someone like him, and your brain was running with it. 

when you originally agreed to this arrangement you hoped that maybe it would be your way to get over your little campus crush on the boy sitting next to you, but it had only gotten worse, and you were slowly losing it. taking a moment to shake the thoughts from your mind, you started gathering your stuff up to leave, as was zhang hao. 

“don’t forget you’re stuck with me tomorrow too, y/n!” he chuckled lightly before saying his farewells and leaving first, rushing off to meet up with his friend; you were sure he mentioned his name once before, ricky maybe? something like that.

you only nodded as you waved, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, but then something caught your eye; a light blue hoodie draped across the back of the back of the chair next to you. zhang hao’s sweater. the boy was already long gone, and based on how often he was sporting the hoodie, you assumed it was one of this favourites, so you couldn’t just leave it here. “i’ll just give it back to him tomorrow.” you mumbled to yourself, picking up the sweater and resting it over your arm.

when you got back to your dorm you folded the sweater nicely on your desk, right in your view so you wouldn’t forget it tomorrow. as much as you tried to ignore it, that night you couldn’t help but notice the warm citrus scent of his cologne, and you swore you could smell it in your dreams that night.

——

the next day was a brisk spring day, the warm air having been replaced by a crisp, almost cold, breeze. to say you had not dressed properly was an understatement, you thought to yourself as you walked across the campus towards the library. in a moment of weakness as you called it, or rather a moment of strong winds, you took it upon yourself to throw the pale blue hoodie over your frame. he wouldn’t mind too much right?

sitting at your usual table in the library, you set up your many papers and textbooks, not paying attention as the boy you had grown close to approached the table, a little out of breath. 

“sorry i’m late,” he breathed out, catching his breath after seemingly running here. 

“it’s okay, i was early,” you laughed, finally looking up at the boy who’s cheeks were flushed light pink.

you watched as his gaze traced your figure, taking notice of the sweater you were wearing, “is that my sweater?”

now it was your turn to flush a shade of pink, trying to form a sentence as you stuttered through excuses, “oh, i’m sorry,” an awkward laugh escaped your lips, “it’s just you left it here yesterday and so i was bringing it to give back to you but it was colder outside than i thought it was and so i put it on on the way here without really thinking, i can give it back right now,” you barely stopped to take a breath, “or i can go wash it and then give it back if you’d prefer.” your train of thought was stopped by his hand on top of yours, your mind going from a million miles a minute to frozen solid in mere moments. 

“it’s okay y/n,” he chuckled at your flushed expression as he sat down next to you, “it looks cute on you anyways.” he said simply, moving his gaze to the textbooks in front of you as he flipped to the pages you were on the day before. 

this boy was going to be the death of you.

——

something in the air seemed to change after that day, and it wasn’t just the scent of the blooming cherry blossoms in the breeze. something had changed with you two, and perhaps that was how the two of you ended up in your dorm room rather than the library, and on a saturday of all days. 

“what homework have you got for me today teacher zhang hao?” you joked, leaning back on the arms as you sat on the end of your bed, looking at the boy who sat comfortably in your desk chair.

“aren’t i allowed to just hang out with my friend without talking about plate tectonics?” he said, a joking sarcasm lacing his tone. 

you only laughed in response as you tried to control your heart beating out of your chest at the simple, friendly, term. 

before you knew it, the day had faded into night in a blur of laughter and conversation; real conversation. it was a nice change of pace, and as much as you hated to admit it, the more you got to know him, the more your campus crush had changed into just a genuine crush. 

you tried to ignore it, but it was so hard to ignore the comfort you felt being around him, how easy it was to slip into conversations and how easy he made you laugh. how were you supposed to not think about that.

and much to the dismay of your heart, these weekend hangouts had become a sort of routine. on top of seeing him most weeknights at the library, your interactions had spilled into the weekends quite seamlessly. whether it was just having a movie night in your dorm room, wandering campus during sunset, or even just doing normal young adult things like going shopping. the two of you had even gotten into the habit of accompanying each other on errands just to keep the other company. 

it was nice, you couldn’t lie, but the domestic activities made it that much harder to separate your romantic and platonic feelings for the boy. 

and here you were, awaiting the arrival of the boy on a saturday night. every time your phone lit up you rushed to grab it, just in case it was from hao, the casual name becoming more natural over the weeks.

this time it actually was a message on your screen, you found yourself quickly unlocking your phone to see what it said. “i’m going to stop at the store on my way over,” the text read, “do you want anything?”

before the voice of reason in your head could object, you typed back a quick response, “you.” simple, straight forward, to the point. everything you weren’t. it was already too late to cover up your boldness as you watched the typing bubble appear, in sync with the wave of anxiety and near nausea that washed over you.

“you think you can afford me?” he joked back, rolling with the conversation more smoothly than you ever could have, evidently. you typed back a quick laugh, hoping he wouldn’t see the truth behind your original response, “probably not, maybe i’ll just take some gummy worms.” you replied before nearly throwing your phone across the cramped room. 

and to think, you were stuck with him all night.

——

you tried to focus on the movie, you really did, but the all too familiar feeling of wandering eyes and a racing heart took over your senses, and who could blame you? it wasn’t every day you found yourself sharing a blanket with the prettiest and kindest boy you’d ever known. you almost wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from you, or if he would just blame it on the fuzzy blanket covering your legs. you hoped it would be the latter.

soon enough the credits were rolling and you finally pulled yourself from the thoughts spinning around your mind, just in time for hao to turn to you with a smug smile. “you didn’t pay attention to any of that movie, did you?”  the question caught you so off guard you actually choked a little on the sharp intake of breath. was it that obvious? you wondered. you really had to work on your expressions it seems. 

“what’s on your mind y/n?” the smooth, almost teasing tone in his voice would’ve probably made your knees give out had you not already been sat down in your bed.

you managed to stutter out a response, rather reminiscent of the first real conversation you two had months prior. “oh it’s, uhm,” you quickly tried to come up with a believable excuse, settling on possibly the worst one, “it’s nothing.” the stiff laughter did nothing to help your case as he grinned at you knowingly, hopefully not too knowingly. 

“so i’m nothing now?” he feigned offense as his hand came up rather dramatically to his chest. “i thought i meant more to you than that, y/n.” he teased, obviously enjoying watching the gears turn in your brain as you attempted to process the conversation that was happening.

busted.

there was no coming back from it now and you knew it, and more importantly, he knew it. at some point he had picked up on your lingering gaze, your quick glances that you thought had gone unnoticed. all there was left for you to do was either admit your growing feelings, or play dumb about the whole thing. and somehow you decided the latter was the smartest option. 

“i, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about.” another forced laugh pushed past your lips, getting past your thumping heart on the way out. 

it seemed that your reaction filled zhang hao with a new sense of confidence, because he did the last thing you expected him to do; lean in. not close enough for your lips to graze each other, but close enough to feel his breath on you, to feel the heat radiating off of your faces. close enough to feel the thick tension in the air, but you were sure anyone could feel that if they were here, you could even cut it with a knife.

“i think you know exactly what i’m talking about,” he smiled, your eyes darting down to his lips that were only a couple inches from your own before looking back to his eyes; warm and inviting. 

you weren’t sure what to say anymore, and so you made the bold decision to close the gap; only briefly, but long enough to taste the cherry lip balm that coated his lips, to feel the way his lips fit against yours. like tectonic plates.

what started as one chaste kiss turned into 2, and then 3, and then a gentle kiss of yearning, of waiting, accompanied by his soft hands on your cheeks. you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, his soft hands feeling like silk against your burning skin. you could feel him smile into the kiss as your body eased, relaxing into a rhythm. time slowed and suddenly the two of you were the only people in the world, the boy in front of you filling all of your senses. zhang hao. zhang hao. zhang hao. your brain echoed as you pulled away, giddy smiles plastered across both of your faces.

“is that what you were on about?” you smiled, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes once again.

he let out a small laugh, “what do you think?” he sat back against the wall once again, admiring the way the glow from the tv illuminated your skin, and the way you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. “i thought you’d never do something about it.” he laughed again, this time grabbing your hand lazily.

“listen,” you started, “i didn’t think you noticed, and i was okay to keep it that way,” you looked down at your interlocked hands, your mind silently replaying the last 5 minutes on a loop, rendering yourself no better than a broken record. “you’re the zhang hao, everyone has at least a bit of a crush on you, so why would i assume i had any chance.”

he shook his head as a proud smile spread across his face, “everyone?” he asked, leaving you to lightly smack his arm, a small yelp coming from the boy. “okay okay, no need to smack me,” he laughed, “but really, you thought you didn’t have a chance? why would i have offered to tutor you if i didn’t have at least a bit of an interest in you?”

you let yourself ponder for a moment, looking back on the now distant memory. “i just thought you were being nice!” you stated matter-of-factly, earning another giggle from the boy, you could get used to that sound, or rather, being the reason behind it.

he merely smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips, “well i’m not nice like this to anyone else, if that helps make it more clear.”

“good,” you mirrored his smile, taking in the beauty that was the boy in front of you, the boy who seemed to fit with you like the tectonic plates.

“because i don’t think i could handle the idea of you spending your wednesday nights talking about rocks with anyone else.” 

[maxdibert]

Hi! Could you tell me your top 5 least favorite Harry Potter characters and why?

My 5 most hated characters in Harry Potter are:

5 - Molly Weasley: I can’t stand this woman. I can’t stand how she acts like a morally superior, pure-blood yet holds endless prejudices, especially (and mostly) toward other, younger women. I don’t like her tradwife vibe, and I don’t like how overbearing and suffocating she is. Seriously, in real life, I’d feel the urge to tell her off—she’s that typical annoying woman who doesn’t know where the boundaries are.

4 - Remus Lupin: Zero sympathy for a man almost forty who got a 24-year-old girl pregnant and then abandoned her. Remus Lupin is a coward and a piece of trash, a bullying accomplice who keeps his head down regarding his own actions and needs a 17-year-old to teach him a lesson in manhood. I really wish Tonks had left him and taken off with Teddy to get as far away as possible from that pathetic excuse for a person.

3 - Dumbledore: Starting with the fact that the entire problem of the story basically stems from his irresponsibility with Tom Riddle, which already showed that he was a terrible teacher. He only shows concern for students who can serve his purposes or suck up to him, and his involvement throughout the story shows a moral stance I find nauseating. I mean, he’s a guy who has the nerve to lecture his former students who “chose the wrong path,” but when those same students were under his care, he constantly neglected and rejected them just because they didn’t belong to a certain house. He had the audacity to call Severus Snape “miserable” when it was Dumbledore himself who allowed Snape to be bullied and almost killed without lifting a finger to stop it or punish the bullies. This same Dumbledore scolds Draco Malfoy for not trusting him when from Draco’s first day at Hogwarts, all he saw from the old man was favoritism toward a certain house and certain students, completely ignoring the rest. Honestly, I’d have banned him from teaching. There’s a lot said about Snape as a teacher, but Dumbledore was responsible for everything, allowed terrible things to happen, and turned his back on many vulnerable children and teenagers. Then he acted all surprised when they ended up in bad places. Screw him, hypocritical old man.

2 - Ginny Weasley: The “I’m not like other girls,” the “shut up, Hermione, you don’t know anything about Quidditch,” the “everyone look at me, I hex people, I’m one of the boys, I’m not vain but I’m hot, but I’m not prissy,” the “I make fun of girls who are pretty, flirty, and feminine because I’m a textbook pick-me girl” who is shoved into the end of the series. She’s a character who didn’t matter at all throughout the story; she’s barely mentioned in some books, but suddenly she’s Harry’s love interest because J.K. Rowling needed all her characters to end up married with 468749284 kids, and Harry needed to be part of the Weasley family. So, they had to do something. Ginny is a terrible character, going from irrelevant to some sort of Mary Sue who even the Slytherins drool over and who, of course, is not a “typical girl” because being a “typical girl” in Rowling’s world is somehow the original sin. So, she’s great at sports, hexes people, pulls pranks because she’s so cool, uh uh uh, she’s not like the others, uh uh uh, but she has internalized misogyny that you can smell from here to China. Honestly, someone should have slapped her for being so damn stupid.

1 - James Potter: There’s nothing I haven’t already said about James Potter. He’s a character who really grinds my gears because they try to sell him as some kind of hero, but he was just a spoiled rich kid who decided to torment a poor, vulnerable boy simply because that boy was friends with his crush. He used his social power and status to get away with all the crap he pulled, attacked in groups, lied to his girlfriend saying he’d stopped bullying people when he really hadn’t, and when he was supposed to be locked up in a house with his wife and son, he was off fooling around with his best friend. James Potter was an ass, and defending him is defending classism, elitism, and whitewashing social classes. I’m not going to explain why.

[ms0milk]

✧ forget-me-nots ✧

trying to pass on some of the appreciation I receive here because it's crazy to break the 4th wall for a second and really internalize how this community is driven by creativity and mutual loving. here's a list in random order of my most dear to me loves + a few nonmutuals whose work i think of often, and the pieces that remind me most of them

when they come for you in the night (thorfinn x reader) | @gardenofnoah

the depth of dive i had to take through your blog to find this is just.. the moment i hit "when you’ve known nothing but cruelty, kindness would surely be terrifying" it was game over. thorfinn came so so to life and this was such a stunnning introduction to your style. youve written so much now and i find myself always totally stunned! but i still always think of this one first. (i give it all to you also spills out of my brain sometimes while im trying to go about the world and was a close contender + this bkg x feral creature little piece of wonderful)

you. that's what happened, you (maki x reader) | @neiptune

you already know, i would be a godless liar if said i didn't think about this weekly; the maki rizz is heretofore unmatched, this piece went above and beyond all req expectations, “hold my hand, they’ll think something’s wrong if you don’t” will be the epitaph on my tombstone. you have the power to make me love all those boys ive never even thought about, and when it was time to write for my actual wife you cracked your knuckles and made sure id never be satisfied by another! (aint that the worst thing you ever heard also reminds me of you sm, eren aot of all people)

unsubtle pro shinsou drabble | @moonbeamwritings

i can feel the heat of shinsou's crush through both our screens it is just perfection!!! what a dweeb. love to send this to myself so its easy to find and reread on the regular

To Shape a Home (bkg x reader) | @kweenkatsuki-fics

not only do the stardew vibes shine through every corner, this fic was carved out with such care it makes the relationship + bkg's growth all the more precious! "yer nothin’ to go nuts over." was an insane introduction and the two of them only got better and better and sweeter and stickier with time (ao3 tagged bc i cant find your beautiful masterlist marquie sosrrrrry)

bittersweet (vash x reader) | @heich0e

i remember exactly where i was when i read this for the first time and I remember how excited I was to find a vash fic after so long loving trigun! i didn't even know the new series had been released yet! this was agonizing, such a soft characterization for both, and the desert was so palpable-- the setting really added so much spice to an already seasoned piece

hanafuda (tanjiro x reader) | @cherryblossomsenpai

way way back in 2022 this was one of the first tanjiro pieces i ever read that really made a romantic argument for him. love his exhaustion, exasperation, fear and relief all wrapped up in one hug "The rest of his lecture is indecipherable," bc he's just crying so hard! total sweetheart, so in character

kirishima drunk girl wrangler | @mechamedusa

dusa🫱🏻‍🫲🏼kirishima ofc your kiri thoughts are unmatched and this one is so quintessential, when i think of him i think of you. he is so wrangler shaped! the perfect boyfriend, your mind is a treasure trove

wedding vows (hashira x reader) | @meowzfordayz

to my very first friend <3 you'd think the piece i associate most with you would be one of giyuus and you write so so impressively much it was hard to decide, but this hashira drabble wrung me by the neck when I first read it, and it still crushes me that your kyojuro isn't a real man i can go outside and hunt for sport. "I have an energy bar in my suit pocket — just in case." a snack for his partner at their own wedding put me down, love your mind always

sleepy rengoku drabble | @vampcubus

my femdom queen! why was it so hard for me to remember which character this was written for? reader's rizz blinded me, thank you for introducing me to dom!reader works bc now every sexy hc i have is filtered through the puppysub filter to make all those big strong boys tastefully more submissive

anything to do with anika~ | @ltadoriyuujl

love your oc, she's such a caring nuclear bomb! loved reading your wonderful chara exploration piece and being able to write for her myself! what a trust fall

the only exception (yuuji x reader) | @touyangel

yuuji is such a boyscout at the end of the world, even in total tragedy he is kind and calm and caring. thinking about "If he wasn’t teaching you how to decapitate something that used to be human, it might have been romantic." this one hurts so so good and very easily convinced me love on him. even with all the choso pieces of yours I adore, this yuuji piece reminds me most of you (this sick choso drabble is a close second!)

menthol (aki x reader) | @cyancherub

the smut hall of fame all time champion on my knees on the floor kicking my feet and smiling, love the characterization in this piece! car guy/childhood friend/overprotective/smoke sess/ so intimate and perfectly filthy. a tried and true classic, this is a blessing

fill my little world right up (aizawa x reader) | @shibaraki

the fic of all time yeah, WHAT a way to be introduced to your writing and what a privilege! this piece is just a beating heart, every action and character introduction felt like a memory, the love was so palpable. reread this one all the time, can't believe it's free, want to bind a copy for my bookshelf

cor unum (sukuna x reader) | @vampyrsm

this was the first writing i ever saw from you and in an effort of solidarity (im finishing a longform fic as well and holy fuck) i've very recently started reading and can already tell how much care you had for this world and its characters. the dedication to setting and history is so cool and rare in reader fics, can't believe you're letting us read all this for free! what a tome, seriously looking forward to it (and this bkg thought abt crowded places! mmm)

i love you more than being seventeen (nanami x reader) | @strawberrystepmom

this fucking guy oh my god, this fic almost put me in the hospital, so so glad you reposted. "hey. I love you." OOhhhHHGoowwAWAWAAAA this is such a timeless character piece-- nanami running away from this word he hates, job he hates, girl he loves, and coming back to it all knowing he'll die and knowing its worth it. i get chills

strawberry stars on my lips (bkg x reader) | @willowser

breaking the rules of speed dating is insanely romantic, probably the most romantic thing someone has ever thought of and this is the piece i think of when i think of your blog. bkg is simultaneously so constipated and so vulnerable i almost feel like i have to cover my eyes for him and it is sugary sweet in the best way. happy hiatus!

[kazumiku]

HAI KAZU!!! I wanna request a drabble(?) or is it dabble idk these terms,, a scenario!!!! CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING FOR KAZUHA, like an icecream date with kazuha!!! VERY WHOLESOME !!!!!! OMGG can yn buy a flavour they never tried and then not like it and they end up swapping ice creams 😣😣 AND THEY WATCH THE SUNSET TOGETHER like they walk around after in a park

I hope this makes sense 💗

HAI NI OMG THIS IS SO CUTE YES YES YES!!!!!!!? 💌💌💌 I LOVE THIS THOUGHT SM ILY INIII fluff gives me da brain fart so i hope this was alright!!! 😭

gn!reader, FLUUUUUUUFF, kazuha in love, he gives u a peck once, modern :3 736 words !!!

Kazuha's eyes has never left you since the start of this little date. An award for going through torturous hours and hours of lectures and classes, the professor's voice still stuck at the back of your head as you had exited the lecture hall wearily. You were done for the day, at least. He greets you out with a smile that sheds light your gloomy worries, and, not soon after, you both find yourself strolling out the campus gates.

"Careful now, dear," Kazuha ushered you to the sidewalk had you strayed further to the road. He had you walk beside him on the safe side of the pathway as the soles of your shoes tap on the pavement in matched steps—a little skip as you go.

His hand was warm intertwined in yours, palms rocking back and forth, in tune to the playful bounce in your walk. Kazuha was no less content in listening to your rants, offering a word of mind when you come to quiet down between sentences, smiling at him all pretty it made his chest tight.

"It seems like a childish act on your professor's part. Had your classmate acted more brash than sleeping, I'd understand, but slapping the poor boy with a chalk eraser as a wake up call is too rigorous," he sighed, his thumb brushing up your knuckles lightly.

"That's what I'm saying! And not to mention—oh," your gaze faltered, straying to the side of the grassy park the both of you just entered. A small stall was perched, with a man dressed in white handing out ice cream to a family of four, whom eat the frozen dessert with smiles on his faces. Kazuha's gaze followed yours, too.

Having caught of the sight just as you did, he tugs on your arm. "Ice cream?" not more was needed to be said when you followed along with a bright face.

"Oh, there's a lot more flavours than the shop we frequent. Would you like your usual?" directed Kazuha, whose scarlet eyes skirted over the options the stall had put up. You're one to stick by only what pleased you once, pleasing you a hundred times furthermore. So, he was no less surprised when you shook your head to his common query.

"I want to try something new!" your eyes widen in fascination as you glaze over the endless flavour options. "Blueberry cheesecake! I've never seen that before, can I try it out?" turning to Kazuha, he knew he couldn't resist that look as he nodded with a weary smile.

"Of course. Just a moment, let me get my wallet."

As now, you both stroll, much more careful as you hold the ice cream cone to your lips. Kazuha ordered vanilla, sweet and creamy, as he always does. You, on the other hand, were slapped by flavours on your tongue. The tang by the crushed blueberries and the taste of cream cheese seemed to be too much for you, as you started glancing over to Kazuha's way, earning you a quirk of the brow.

"Kazu…" a whine left low on your throat, the bottom of your lip jutting as you distance the ice cream the slightest away from your mouth.

You needn't say more than his name, the action informing him enough. He reaches to steer you to a spot by the lake, where you sit on a bench right beside him before the act of exchanging cones was held. He was glad he chose the flavour he did, knowing you'd like it, more than you did with the last.

"Don't rush, lest you want a brain freeze," you enjoyed it more than you let on, and Kazuha can tell. A bite too large on the treat, it made your teeth hurt, but he was no more than soft laughter emanating from his chest. You're too lovely for your own good, even under the streaking red and orange hues that broke the skies.

Kazuha muses, "You're as captivating under the sunset as you are at dawn." Earning a rosy hue to the apples of your cheeks.

"Are you telling me I'm pretty?"

"More than that, in truth," he leans, his lips brushing the corner of yours, cleaning the stray drop of vanilla ice cream that strayed far from your tongue. "You make me awfully smitten. I can't watch the sunset if you dazzle brighter than the sun does, my love."

main navi!

[starrypen]

hello! i hope you're having a nice day 💕

also, i just fell in love w the way you write, and was wondering if i can request for an specific scenario!! you and jake are friends and have feelings for each other but no one confesses until you end up hooking up at a party 🤨 i thought abt this the whole day but i just know you're gonna write it better! please, and thank you 💗

⋇⊶⊰ BOUND TO HAPPEN ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: crush!jake x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: a dull college party brings you and your crush closer than ever before. if you cum, you agree to be his girlfriend.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, pet names, oral (receiving), squirt, dom!jake, 2.3k words

a/n: thank u so much for your compliments and for your request <3 i don’t really go to parties so i’m not sure it’s tooooo realistic/accurate, im sorry!!

“i think i just saw jake and his friends walk up your driveway,” you frantically patted at your friends’ arms, waiting, rather impatiently, for one of them to admit that they invited him without telling you.

“it’s cool, y/n, i invited jay and you know that they can’t be separated,” raya’s hand found yours as she spoke. she gave it a tight squeeze before dropping it as three boys walked straight into her kitchen.

“hey, where’s the party at?” one of jay’s friends asked, placing a crate of beer onto the counter. “where is everyone?”

“i said 10,” raya replied, “but who actually arrives at 10?”

“true,” jay responded, continuing the conversation by asking about who he was expecting to see here.

you couldn’t make out any names, all your focus was on the boy to his right. jake. he gave you a friendly smile and a slight wave, one that beckoned you over to him. you grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter on your way over to him and extended it towards him. he took it with a “thank you,” before grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and opening the cap. “how have you been? i haven’t seen you in so long,” he joked, knowing you’d shared a lecture together that morning.

“ugh so stressed, there’s this one guy in my class, he’s so annoying!” you snarked back, “jake, i think his name is.”

“nah, i heard he’s super smart and hot, a distraction if anything,” he took a swing of his beer. you mimicked, taking a sip of your drink too. “fuck, what is this shit, tastes rancid!” he pulls it away from his face to read the label, “0%, who brought alcohol free beer to a party?” his eyes landed on the friend of jay’s that had come in shouting, he clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. “i genuinely have no idea who that guy is, and i don’t think jay does either,” he laughed, whispering closely into your ear. your hand gripped his arm naturally as he spoke, you were barely able to concentrate on what he said, knowing he was so close to you right now.

“you seriously don’t know him?” you snapped your head around to get another look at the guy, “shouldn’t we like, tell him to leave?”

“nah, no point, looks like he’s already found someone to defend him,” he points over towards the guy again, whose tongue is down raya’s throat.

it’s midnight. the downstairs of raya’s house is full of people, mostly students from your college but some you don’t even recognise. over the last two hours, you realised that the guy who came in with jay and jake was actually the dj that raya had been sleeping with for the past month. he was loud and obnoxiously extroverted, and worst of all, pretty bad at djing.

a hand on the small of your back took you away from the conversation you were having with some people you knew from campus. “we’re playing truth or dare,” jay explained, guiding you to the kitchen, where, thankfully, the music was quieter.

“nah, not really for me,” you replied, turning back on yourself, when you noticed jake. “oh, are you playing?” you asked him, ready to change your mind.

“are you?” he asked back.

“no, she’s being boring!” jay answered for you, leaving you with nothing more to add than an awkward smile.

instead of barging back in on the conversation you were just having with your other friends, you headed to the bathroom upstairs. jake followed quietly. as you went to shut the door, jake slipped into the bathroom with you, only realising once he was actually in the room with you that you probably came in here to use the toilet.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t think this was the uh-” he stuttered his way through the sentence, trying to shut and cover his eyes for no reason.

“no it’s okay i didn’t come in here to,” you coughed in place of the word, “i’m just here to get away from that lot,” you pointed to the floor.

“honestly,” his hand scratched at the back of his head, “i’m kinda bored of this party.”

“me too,” you responded, a little too excitedly as if this was a groundbreaking opinion that you had in common. “shall we go to raya’s room and talk for a bit? or just sit on our phones without being pestered to play some stupid drinking game?”

“yeah, i actually need to tell you something anyway,” he agreed with a shy smile, shuffling into the smallest space possible to let you unlock the door and lead the way, “she won’t mind, right?”

“no, she’s cool with whatever,” you shrug, twisting the door handle and walking into the disaster she calls a room. “don’t mind the mess, 3 girls had to get changed in here earlier!” you explain, as if he’d understand. you propped yourself against her headboard and threw all of the random clothes into the floor. you scurried your feet under the blanket folded at the end of her bed. he joined you after taking off his jacket, resting his head on her pillow, his hands clasped together on his torso. “what did you need to tell me?” you rolled onto your side, your hand sandwiched between your cheek and a pillow.

“oh,” he rolled over to face you, “that guy, leo, he’s the dj.”

your heart sank as he told you, you were kind of hoping for more, and it was definitely clear on your face.

“and also that you look pretty tonight,” he smiled, his hand at your hip, “you always look pretty in fact, i think about how pretty you are all the time.”

you hide your face by burying it into the pillow, “i thought those beers were 0%?”

“i’m being serious y/n,” he clarifies.

you look back at him again. his eyes are filled with sincerity, but it’s hard for you to remain focused on them when your eyes keep falling to his lips. you reassured yourself that it was okay, his eyes were doing the same.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand from your hip in favour of tucking a strand of your straightened hair behind your ear.

as he leaned closer, you felt his thumb graze over your lobe a few times. “please,” you whispered.

it seemed to take forever for your lips to finally come together, but when they did, it was everything you’d imagined it to be. he took your bottom lip between his own, enclosing his lips around it more harshly with each kiss. it wasn’t long before your tongues vied to enter the other’s mouth. in the meantime, jake had managed to steady himself on his elbow, soon on top of you, between your legs. you were experienced enough to know exactly where this was going, but that wasn’t what you wanted from this, so you pulled away for a moment.

“jake,” you started, snapping him out of the trance you’d put him in, “i really like you, you know that right?” your hands squeezed as his upper arms.

he melted under your touch. “i do now,” he laughed, “and i really like you too, don’t worry.”

“so, i don’t want this to just be,” you motioned to either side of you both, “just whatever this is.”

“it’s not,” he chuckled before leaning in to give you a small gentle kiss on your lips. another shortly followed, and then a longer one at the corner of your mouth. you played with his hair between your fingers. “baby, you’re already mine,” he commented, kissing your collarbone while tugging at the chest area of your shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. you managed to drop the straps of the top, shaking them off of your arms as jake eagerly tugged at your shirt some more, leaving it be at the middle of your tummy. his kisses trailed over your chest, down to the button on your jeans. “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he kneels between your legs as he tussles with the denim waistband of his own jeans while you do the same. you undo yours before him and wait for him to take them off for you, which he does along with your panties before even doing his own.

it’s almost as if he forgets to take off his jeans, as he shuffles down the bed with his thumb slowly circling your clit. he replaces his thumb with his plump lips, pressing a small, light kiss against it while your legs try to close in on him. he pulls away, his middle finger lapping your pussy before he gently pushes it in. “if i make you cum tonight, will you be my girlfriend?” his smile is cheeky, but you know jake well enough to know that it’s genuine.

your lips struggle to stay shut as you nod, trying your hardest not to moan under his touch already.

his head ducks again, “good,” he smiles against your clit. his tongue fights the hood of your clit, easily finding the most sensitive part of your body in a matter of seconds. your hand pushes his head further onto you as his tongue works your clit and his fingers curl inside you. you’re not sure when he added another finger, but you’re enjoying it too much to care.

“fuck, jake,” your legs close a little more around his head as you feel a trickle, or maybe a stream, of water run out of you.

“did you just squirt for me, baby?” he looks up at you while biting his lower lip.

“i think,” you laugh awkwardly, “i’ve never done that before!”

“fuck that’s so hot,” his fingers curl inside you one last time before he pulls them out. they’re dripping wet, as you expected. “suck on them princess, make them clean,” he commands. you take the two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and trying to take more of their length as you would his cock. while you’re sucking on his fingers, jake manages to unbutton his pants to reveal his dick. he pumps it in his hands a few times while removing his jeans before tapping it against your clit.

“do you,” you pause as he hits it against your clit one more time, causing you to shake in pleasure, “do you have a condom?”

he scrambles off the bed, reaching inside his jacket pocket which he threw to the ground and pulling out a small silver tin filled with condoms. he singled one out and opened it up, rolling it onto his dick with the most adorable concentration face. he climbs back into the bed, his hands coming to your sides to flip you over and help you onto all fours in front of him. you back up, your ass against his hard dick, which is enough for jake to know you want it just as much as he does.

with his hand at the base of his cock, he pushes it into you gently, letting you take it all and get used to his girth.

“should i move?” he asks, almost as if he feels guilty for his size.

you hum, it’s the only thing you can do while he’s inside of you, you realise.

he pulls his dick out and pushes it back in again, soon building up to a pace that suits you both. his hand has found your hair, he’s bunched it together and pulled it all back, using it to keep his balance as he fucks you. you help him keep his rhythm, throwing your ass back against him until he stops abruptly.

“turn over, baby, i miss that beautiful face of yours,” he taps your ass as he pulls out of you. a little short of breath, he relaxes back against his heels while you turn over. your hand finds your clit, rubbing it for him to watch. “is that how you like it?” he asks, mentally taking notes. he takes your hand away and places it near to your face, as if he’s asking you to suck on your fingers. he gets to his knees once again and lines himself up with your pussy. his dick misses a few times, which makes him a little mad at himself. you think it’s cute. he finally gets it in with a groan, “shit, you feel so good,” he compliments, leaning on his hand above your head. his lips find your forehead. he places a gentle kiss against it while whispering, “you look so good under me,” before allowing himself to sit upright again. his pace matches the pace he set before, but this time he added rubbing your clit into the equation, just as you showed him only moments ago.

“jake,” your hand rested on his chest while the other gripped at the sheet beneath you, “i’m cumming,” you moaned and winced, your pussy throbbing around him. you felt so vulnerable in that moment, but you knew you were safe with jake.

“you’re such a good girl,” his came close to your face again, taking your lips between his own and then pulling away as the pulsating became less intense around his dick. he began to fuck you again, but a lot sloppier and with more groans than before. he soon pulled out, pulling off the condom and wobbling and kneeling to the side of you in urgency before spraying your tits with his cum. you took your finger to your chest, scraping up what you could before dripping it into your mouth and sucking the rest off your fingers. jake pulled up his boxers and ran to the bathroom you were in earlier that night to grab a towel, the bathroom bin going with a loud clang as he disposed of the condom. he came back and patted your chest with the towel, your face too, all while laughing to himself.

“what’s funny?” you asked, searching for your own underwear with your hand.

“nothing,” he carried on, chuckling away, “you’re just really cute.” you smiled to yourself, sorting out your rolled up shirt with your other hand to cover your chest again. jake tried to help, but unfortunately the only time he can keep his lips off of yours is to kiss your neck, or mumble against it. “even cuter now that you're my girlfriend.”

“guys, why are you in my-” raya covers her eyes as soon as she notices jake is only in his boxers, “not my best sheets, y/n,” she comments with a cry, before shutting the door, leaving the pair of you to laugh about almost getting caught.

[agendabymooner]

here comes the sun ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces.”

summary: daniel and their fans (altogether) made sure that lorelei ‘lester’ ricciardo’s weeks of return in both the paddock and stage are bearable as their son, beau, made his presence known to the public a year after being born.

OR lester continues to prove that she'll always be with the tifosi first and be a red bull driver's wife after.

content warning: dad!daniel x mom!ofc content, red bull and ferrari admins being themselves (again), baby ric/little parmesan’s paddock debut, fluff fluff fluff, grid uncles and måneskin uncles, arthur leclerc being a piece of shit on twitter but i love him or sumn like that

note: i’m back from a lecture mwehehehe. check out the prequel for the rush series, own my mind!! enjoy xx

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danielricciardo posted a story !!

tagged loricciardo, maneskinofficial, _thomasraggi, ethaneskin, ykaaar

liked by ethaneskin, charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

user1 MOOOOOMMY 😍🥵

user2 do y'all ever wonder if charles had a crush on her?

user3 where did that even come from?

user2 idk he's been listening to them for as long as he knew them lmfaooooo it's just a question

user4 drivers in the attendance were charles, lando, max and pierre (with danny ofc) btw

user5 oh bless 🙏

charles_leclerc watching the concert was one thing but to experience it firsthand with the little parmesan was incredibly priceless liked by danielricciardo

landonorris in the end, little par is THE VIBE. no exceptions liked by danielricciardo

oscarpiastri saw little par kick a football in monza 👌 he can still make it to the socceroos team liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he's bout to be australia's pride

colabebe you're half italian, danny. if you're half and lester's full, bambino beau is 3/4 😽

oscarpiastri i refuse to accept these ideals, cola. i'm sorry. once an aussie, always an aussie

scuderiaferrari she's so back, welcome her 😭😍

redbullracing she is the moment your honour 🤭

ykaaar nice to see you again dan! not that i don't see your insufferable ass every other week 🤔 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you're making me really sad with these claims, damiano 🥲

ykaaar do u want me to kiss it better 🤕

loricciardo omg my biggest fans 🥺 liked by danielricciardo

loricciardo i love you and the little bear soooo much 🥰 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo my favourite musician 🤩

tagged loricciardo

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1

landonorris slee🅱️y boys liked by danielricciardo

colabebe LOOK AT MY LITTLE NEPHEW !!!! beau beaaaaar!!! 🐻 liked by danielricciardo

nora_alessandro such handsome boys!!! 😍 liked by danielricciardo

georgerussell63 excuse me, ma'am? 🤨

danielricciardo go back to your tea, my dear brother-in-law georgerussell63

georgerussell63 🙄

user1 DADDY RIC!!!!

maxverstappen1 daddy ric ^^ liked by danielricciardo

user2 this is the kind of shit that we do NOT say aloud alright max 😭

user3 us maxiel enjoyers cannot take it 🥲 stop keeping our hopes up

oscarpiastri me and colabebe would babysit him if you'd allow it 🙌

landonorris i think you and i would have to talk about the babysitting privileges first, oscar.

user4 THE PERIOD IN THE END IM-

user5 bro really said "watch yo mouth" 😭

lewishamilton it wouldn't be a surprise if beau's just as energetic as you are 🤣 liked by danielricciardo

ethaneskin the next time i see him, i will spoil the f out of him 🤧 liked by danielricciardo

_thomasraggi uncle tommy's otw to get him everything he wants 😍 liked by danielricciardo

ykaaar he is so uncle dami-coded 😊 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he doesn't look like you but ok 🙄

ykaaar just wait.

loricciardo my loveeeeees 😩😍 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo is it bad that i'm trying to outdo the little bear when it comes to your love? 🤔

loricciardo you will not need to try that hard, mio tasso. beau will always have the first place in my heart. you're a close second though 😽

danielricciardo aw it's all good, i guess. he is number one in mine too 🥰

loricciardo i'm glad we can come to an agreement then, my love 🤝

danielricciardo 🤝

[m4sonn]

“Is she pretty?” “Yeah… He’s quite the looker… pretty like the sun”

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In which Steve comes to Darry to talk about his new crush. And maybe to ask for a few pointers…

Steve being slightly clueless at soda’s infatuation with him

Mutual pining (since they were like 7 but it doesn’t really say in the story)

Slightly implied parental/maybe older sibling figure Darry :P

Stevepop <<33

Moon + sun <3

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“What’d you need Steve? I mean.. why’d you need to talk to me all private like without the gang knowing”

“Because if the gang knew they’d try and snoop, you know how they are. A bunch of nosey pricks”

Steve said lightheartedly, then turning serious and looking up at Darry as Darry sat on his bed in front of him. Steve pulled the chair from the desk next to him and sat in front of Darry.

“So… uhm…. I….”

Steve pov:

I didn’t know why I was stuttering so much all of a sudden, I already knew what I was gon’ say and I already knew that I had to switch out every ‘He’ with a ‘she’… so I didn’t know why I was so nervous. Maybe it was that fact I was talking to my best friend’s older brother about my crush on my best friend but I dunno. I had gotten myself all lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by him saying—

“Well you gon’ spit it out or not kid?”

“R-right- yeah- uhm… so… I just wanted to talk… yknow?… t-there’s uhm… this person… that I like… And to uhm… ask some advice about like…. Gift givin’ n stuff….”

Darry gave a smile to me, it was real sweet. I always liked it when Darry smiled at me, reminded me a bit of my ma… golly do I miss her.. I can’t remember much about her other than her smile and that I really miss her. Whenever I try to ask about her to my old man he either just takes another drink of beer and ignores me entirely or starts yelling at me till he gets himself mad enough to start wailing on me.

“What do you wanna say about her, kid?”

He said as he put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me, he then leaned back onto the mattress and stared at me with a smile as he waited for me to speak. I sat for a moment trying to wrangle my scattered thoughts in my head

“W-well shoot I don’t even know where to start… I-i mean she’s just so— amazing!!”

“Alright, alright, slow it down, kid.”

“Ok… uhm… what do you wanna know?”

“Well firstly is she a soc or a grease? Or is she like some kind of hippie or somethin’?”

“She’s a grease, but she ain’t like all the other greaser girls… she’s got that… certain charm… yknow?…. I just can’t explain it…. Yknow? She’s just… magical…”

“Is she pretty?”

“Yeah… He’s quite the looker… pretty like the sun… Yknow those sunsets that pony never shuts his trap about…? I looked at it a few days ago and it reminded me of him…”

Darry pov:

I went silent as he looked at Steve slightly wide eyed, Steve’s mind must’ve wandered to think of his little crush since he was just staring into space with this dopey look on his face, he hadn’t realized what he had said aparantly.

“Him….?”

“….uhm….”

“Well- uh- I- I slipped up, I-i said the wrong word yknow….?”

“Is he in the gang? By any chance?”

“….”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

I said with a smile, I never did see Steve so nervous in my whole life.

3rd person:

Steve silently fiddled with his hands, ready for a lecture or a hit or anything. He had told his dad about this once when he was younger, he had a crush on soda since he was 7. When he told his dad he said he liked a boy and his dad beat him so hard his nose bled and he had bruises all over. He was so used to being beaten that the thought that Darry wasn’t gonna hit him didn’t even cross his mind. Steve was surprised when Darry just put a hand on his shoulder

“Just talk to him, be yourself… That’s all you can really do. Maybe ask ‘im what he likes or just see what he likes and give him something relating to that”

Darry said with a gentle smile, another smile that reminded him of his mom. Darry stood up and hugged Steve gentle before leaving. Steve just watched him silently, he had to sit for a second to compute what Darry was saying. Be himself?? When did broads ever like it when he was just being himself? I mean whenever he was out with a broad and he’d start prattling about cars they always just watched uninterested. That’s all he really talked about. Steve loved cars, he always did. Fixing up a pretty soc car or reading books about cars… he loved them so much. But nobody ever wanted to hear about them so he was honestly starting to like them less and less. But at the same time… He wasn’t a broad. He was his best friend. His best friend who also loved cars, albeit not as much as him but he still loved to hear Steve talking about it. He’d just sit there and rest his cheek in his hand and watch Steve as he talked and talked about cars. Giggling randomly and blushing a bit at Steve. Now that Steve thought about it that’s how broads would look at him and giggle when they were really feeling him.. He thought that was a little suspicious but it was whatever. This guy wouldn’t realize soda was in love with him if it was a metal pole and hit him in the face 27 times.

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It had been a week since Darry and Steve’s interaction, he slowly noticed that Steve and Soda had been going places together a lot more than usual, and that’s saying something since they were practically attached to the hip 24/7. Darry watched from afar as the two started basically going on dates disguised as hang outs. And eventually, a month later, he caught them kissing on the couch when they thought nobody was home. He never told anyone tho, he just assured them that their secret was safe with him and just to go to soda’s room cause he didn’t wanna watch his kid brother swap spit with one of their mutual friends. It was pretty embarrassing for both of the love birds but whenever pony would stay over at curly’s you bet Steve was over there with Sodapop filling the empty space in his bed.

@heart-shqped-box @mr-freaky-certifed @heartsforjohnnycake

@theoutsiderscomfort said they wanted to see this in the comments of the poll so here you go!!! :3

[xx-craftycreep-xx]

Hi there! So I’m from the creepypasta fandom, and got back into my morgue files phase lol. This request is mainly based off a thought I had. Reader crushing HARD on the new kid Jeffery Mason. To the point where it gets stalkery. Purely befriending Liu just to be able for the chance to get closer to him. Until one day this eventually leads to Liu inviting then over to the Mason household. Jeff isn’t home yet, Liu has to leave the house for a bit, and that gives a little to snoop in Jeff’s room. There’s a noise, and they think it’s Liu so they’re not really worried. But it’s not Liu, it’s Jeff. And he’s really pissed to have his privacy invaded. And in a panic, S/I confesses lol. What happens next can be up to you

Ooo I love the idea!

dividers are by @cafekitsune

Jeffery Mason x Stalker! reader

Perfect for eachother

WARNINGS: Stalking, swearing,Jeffery Mason,

,personal headcanons.

Fortunately, early mornings in Forest Lawn were quite. Something that would always calm you down as you sat for your morning yoga. You had been living in Forest Lawn for 3 years. Initially, it was hard making friends, but you managed to form a group of 3. You didn't like them completely,but they were fine. After completing your morning routine, you checked the time.

7:30 am.

' Alright. We have time.' you thought. You headed downstairs towards the kitchen. "Breakfast's ready!" Your mother exclaimed. "Damn mom,no good morning? " Your mother mother almost yelled, "Oh! Good morning! So silly of me" You chuckled. You sat for breakfast. Your father had gone out for his morning walk. After sometime you rechecked the time.

7:45 am

'15 minutes left' "Bye mom!" You said as you walked out of the house, not hearing your mother's response. You reached school in 5 minutes. You and your friends had a meet-up spot by a nearby tree. Only 2 of them were present. "Ugh! Oli's late again?" you asked,irritated. " When is he not?" you friend, Dorothy said. Matthew just breathed a chuckle. Right as he did that, Oliver showed up. "I'm sorry!" "Yeah,yeah" all three of you said in unision.

Your group started chatting. As you talked you noticed something from your peripheral view. Two new boys. However, only one grabbed your attention. He was tall, pale and just...breathtaking. He had jet black hair, wore a hoodie and black jeans. He almost looked inhuman (ly beautiful)

His brother or friend..or the other boy looked more human. Looked more..cute..and timid. His back was somewhat slouched and he kept his hands folded. He had fair skin and dark brown hair. He wore a green jacket with a striped scarf along with black pants.Your gaze was fixed on them when your friend asked, "___, what happened? " You flinched. "Look at that, two new boys." you said. "Holy shit,the tall one looks like a vampire!" Dorothy whisper-yelled. "Yeah!Like- ew. Imagine being friends with hi-" Oliver was cut off by your offended face. "Chill,___. You don't even know him!" Oliver said. "Still!" you huffed, folding your arms.

Matthew just stared at you, in an..off manner. You shrugged it off as the bell rang.

You went to your respective class and surprise! The pretty boy with black hair sat behind you. After being introduced,you learnt that his name was Jeffery Mason and that the other boy accompanying him was his younger brother,Liu Mason. As the lecture went by,you couldn't help but blush at Jeffery. He was behind you,yes, but you could hear him muttering some answers to himself. 'What a sexy voice' you thought. You felt someone looking at you, you looked back and saw Matthew look away. 'Creepy..' you thought.

In recess, you befriended Liu. It took you a while..but you did it. You told your friends that you wanted to be friends with him and that it wasn't compulsory for them to befriend him. They agreed and gave you some time with him. Days went by,you and Liu grew close. You understood that he liked arts. And you also got ample chances of seeing Jeffery,albeit never gathering the courage to talk to him. Whenever you got the time, you would follow him around.After a while you got to know that his favorite colour was red, that he had an insta, he liked dried flowers, he smoked and that he liked metal music.

It was Sunday afternoon when your phone started ringing. You picked up and saw in white,bold letters:

Liu

You smiled and picked up. "Hey.." he greeted. "Hey liu.What's up? Did you need help with your paintings? or did you need some extra colours?" you asked as you got up and opened your art supply cupboard. "uh..no. I wanted to ask if you're free...for coming at my house. My parents are gone out for a while,but..they'll come back. Till Then, they said that we could meet. They wanna know you..so..Please introduce yourself to them once they come back." You couldn't believe it!!! You would get to see Jeff! "Yes, of course Liu! What time?" You asked,voice laced with excitement. "4pm...is that alright? " You glanced at the clock.

3:30pm.

"sure! I'll be on time!" you heard a giggle. "You" re so sweet,___." You smiled. You had initially befriended Liu with the intention of getting close to Jeffery,but you would be lying if you said you had not grown close to Liu. You genuinely liked the guy."Thanks,Liu." "Bye ___. See you". " See you" he hung up first.

Immediately,you stepped away from you art supply cupboard and marched towards you wardrobe. "Im gonna wear my red sweater with black jeans." you said to yourself as you rummaged through it. To your dismay,you didn't find it. You ran to every room of your house,asked your parents and even looked in the backyard. No red sweater.'But I wore it on Thursday!' you recalled as you stood in the living room. 'Where would it go?' A memory struck you like lightning. It was of Matthew complimenting you when you wore it. 'That creep! It was definitely him!' you glanced at the time.

3:50 pm.

'Oh fuck! Im gonna be late!' you Immediately put on a white tee with black jeans with your black converse and ran to the Mason household, which fortunately was just a metre away. You rang the doorbell. "On time. Great" Liu said as he let you in. "Come, I'll lead you to my room." You both headed upstairs. Just as Liu was about go open the door,his phone rang. "Hey mom...What? But, how can I leave ___alone...fine.." he hung up. "I have to go for 5 minutes. I'll be back. Till then sit in my room..Im really sorry." He gave you an apologetic look. You smiled understandingly,nodding. Just as he headed downstairs,you asked. "Who's room is this?" "Jeffery 's" he said as he unlocked the main door. "I'll come soon!" the door shut close.

You opened Jeffery's door. You entered and looked around. It was dark, messy yet somewhat organised. Headphones and a pack of cigarettes on the drawer next to his bed. You heard the main door open. 'It's Liu.' You continue to look around. You hear a cough and you look around. You feel the air leaving you lungs. Its not Liu.Its..Jeffery.

"Why in the actual fuck are you in my room?!" he barked. "I-Im sorry. I didn't mean to-" you were cut off."Didn't mean to?! Did the air take you here?Why the fuck would you invade my privacy?! What's the reason?!" "I LIKE YOU!" You yelled. An uncomfortable silence filled the air. You looked around everywhere but him. However, your attention was caught by something. You made your way towards his cupboard,ignoring his protests,blinded by curiosity. You snatched the cloth from the top of the cupboard, only for silence to fill the air again. You broke it first, with wide eyes. "My sweater!" you hugged it,happy that you found it.

But then realization hit you as you looked at the man you loved. He Immediately looked down,fidgeting with the bag in his hand,probably full of groceries. "And you talk about privacy." you said,voice monotone. "I...thought you looked pretty.I...like you too." The last part barely audible. You decided to do the silent method on him. " I liked you from the moment I saw you in class. I just hated that asshole Matthew looking at me everytime I looked at you. Because of that..I assumed you were his girl-" "Oh hell no! Him?! He's...uck!" you shuddered. "He looks like he could be the president of a country of cockroaches!" you said. "The fuck?" he chuckled. Funny, he found you funny. "So..what now? Wanna date?" He was taken aback. "Where's all the confidence coming from now? Couldn't even speak well a minute ago." He mocked. Your cheeks heated up. Before you could answer the doorbell rang. Jeff glanced at you before he went to get the door. You ran to Liu's bedroom.

After the meet and greet with Liu's parents you and him painted many paintings. You were going to take one home. You went to the washroom and came back and saw something written on the backside of the painting in neat handwriting.

Yes,I would like to date you.

And below it written was his phone number. You smiled,carrying it with at your home.

You texted him at night and waited for his response.When you heard a knock on your window. Cautiously,you opened it. And well,the handsome ravenette stood outside. " Hey,beautiful"

Well..This was going to be a long night.

[blkchainsaws]

way way back in the 1980s

modern au!hanatengu clones and their high school experience.

content warning: brat's dumbass headcanons, drabble, mentions of fighting, a bit suggestive on the first part?, mentions of cheating, karaku is a manwhore

i may(MAYBE) update this as time goes on

brat's says...title from the clone high theme cause, clones, high school, get it?

a group of quadruplets. they're extremely popular in their school.

All four of them are extremely popular with the girls, but there is a ranking list between the girls at their high school. It goes, Aizetsu, Karaku, Urogi and Sekido. All the girls like Aizetsu due to his timid, sensitive nature. He is unaware of this and all his brothers are mad that he doesn't realize it.

Karaku is second, he is rated highly for his looks and his flirty personality. However, with this, he is seen as very easy and alot of girls only want one thing from him, which he doesn't mind.

Urogi is third cause while he is hot and funny, he is extremely loud and quite annoying. He doesn't realize this and if we're being honest, he wouldn't care.

Sekido. He's ranked last cause he's literally angry and snappy to everyone. When the girls ranking list got leaked, everyone was afraid he would lash out at being ranked last. He was more mad that his brothers one upped him on the rankings than everyone else, so most of his anger was directed towards them. The brothers rub it in any chance they get.

worst boyfriends ever

Sekido or Karaku are Heartbreakers. Do not trust these men with your heart they will crush it and step on it.

Sekido has a reputation of being distant and cold to his partners, or dumping them randomly. All girls avoid him after his last breakup ended with his ex moving away to avoid him.

Karaku is notorious for messy breakups. The only girls that will date him are either from other high schools or new girls that come to his school. The messiest breakup he was in involved him cheating for 3 months, on his girlfriend of 5 months. Both girls got into a fight in which one pulled out a knife. When he was confronted all he said was "My bad."

Aizetsu and Urogi haven't had any long-term relationships. They can't make it out the talking stage.

WORLDSTARRRR

Sekido. Straight up. There's countless videos of him fighting at school. He's won every fight. He also fights his brothers, but that's more of a play fighting type of deal.

He will fight for his brothers. You got an issue with one of his brothers, you got an issue with him.

"party at our place! ladies get in free, guys gotta pay."

insane. house. parties.

Urogi and Karaku love to host parties and invite anyone who is anyone. Every party has ended with the cops being called due to noise complaints or everyone running cause the cops showed up.

Their parents haven't caught on yet.

speaking of parents...

They have a super nice foster mother. she adopted all four of them along with their little brother Zohakuten. She's a hard working nurse that loves her boys so much and they love her as well. She wants the best for her boys and always encourages them to do their best.

let me see that report card.

Sekido and Aizetsu are top of their classes. Aizetsu was acknowledged as the top student at his school. When called for his reward he accepted it awkwardly and started purposefully failing so he wouldn't be the center of attention anymore.

Sekido is smart and calculated, but he tends to get frustrated when he cannot understand certain questions or lectures, he refuses to be tutored. His last tutor was Aizetsu but they got into a disagreement over a question that ended with a huge fight and a hole in their shared room.

Urogi and Karaku are...troubled. Urogi makes the worst grades, and Karaku doesn't even try.

athletic af

These boys are athletic. Every sport they try they dominate.

Sekido does football, Karaku does basketball, Urogi does track, and Aizetsu doesn't participate in school sports, but he is amazing at basketball.

These boys are the reason their school is on the map for their school teams.

pranksters and interviews

Urogi and Karaku.

You know those youtubers that walk up to you and interview you? "What's the freakiest thing you did?" They do shit like this to get a reaction out of people. They have been reported many times for it.

They're the reason students get routine bag checks. They once pulled a prank with a homemade stink bomb in a closed class room. No one found it funny, not even them.

what does everyone truly think?

euthanize all of them except for aizetsu

[aalissy]

Love Notes

Just a quick, short lil chapter for today bc my family is coming in tn and we're going out. Still, I hope that you like it <3. Lemme know what you think!

AO3

Marinette still couldn’t quite believe that she was dating Adrien Agreste. The boy that she had been crushing on for what felt like a lifetime. And, even better, he had feelings for her almost as much as she had feelings for him. 

(Though if you asked Adrien directly, he’d say that she loved him almost half as much as he loved her.)

Their new favorite pastime since becoming a couple was sneaking each other little glances, mouthing I love you’s , and passing each other little love notes in class.

In the middle of a particularly boring lecture, Marinette heard a gentle tap on her desk as her nose was buried in her journal. Looking up with a blink, she saw Adrien, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, holding out a folded piece of paper. Suppressing a giggle, she accepted it and discreetly unfolded it under her desk. Quickly, her eyes skimmed the short note, her heart fluttering with happiness.

My dearest Marinette,

Every moment with you is like a dream come true. Your laughter brightens my day, and your kindness fills my heart with warmth. I love the way you see the world, with wonder and creativity that never fails to inspire me. You're my superhero, even without the mask.

With all my love,

Adrien

Unable to contain her excitement, Marinette quickly scribbled a response and passed it back to Adrien.

My sweet Adrien,

You make every day brighter with your smile and your kindness. I cherish every moment we spend together, whether it's working on school projects or just being by your side. You're my partner in everything, and I'm so grateful for you. I love you more than words can express.

Forever yours,

Marinette

As she handed the note to him with a shy giggle, their secret exchange went unnoticed by most of their classmates. Though she did feel Alya nudge her teasingly. 

They continued passing notes throughout their class, each letter a delightful surprise that made their mundane lesson much more bearable.

After class, Marinette and Adrien met by their lockers, sharing a laugh over their notes. "You always know how to make me smile," Marinette said, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"It's easy when I have such an amazing girlfriend," Adrien replied, his eyes full of adoration.

Their love notes became a cherished tradition, a reminder of the playful and affectionate bond they shared, even in the midst of their busy lives as students and the work that they focused on outside of class.

Years later, after they had grown older and gotten married, as they sat together on a lazy Sunday afternoon, Marinette pulled out their old box of love notes they had both kept. They laughed at the silly drawings and heartfelt messages, marveling at how far they had come since their days back in school.

"You know," Adrien said, wrapping his arm around Marinette. "our love notes were the best part of my day every day."

Marinette smiled, leaning into his embrace. "They still are," she said, reaching for a pen and a piece of paper. "Want to write each other a note right now?"

Adrien grinned, taking the pen from her. "Absolutely. I could never run out of things to say about you, my sweet Marinette."

She giggled, tapping his nose playfully. “Nor I, you, Adrien.”

And with that, they both began to write, their love flowing freely onto the paper, expressing just how much they had leaned on and needed the other both as their superheroine identity and as civilians.

[thepenguinclub]

just a normal boy, with a normal life

miraculous ladybug au, harry as ladybug, draco as chat noir, developing relationship, fluff, short and sweet, warning for brief misgendering (draco uses female nicknames for harry when he's in costume because of the ladybug thing)

Wordcount: 3,377

Summary:

When Harry arrived at the top of Big Ben, there was already a figure waiting for him.

“Took you long enough.” Chat Noir grinned at him, white teeth flashing. “I missed you, dame rouge.”

“The feeling was not mutual, kitty,” Harry replied, lips pursing. “What is it today?”

“Straight to business, how boring,” Chat pouted, his tail swishing behind him. He leaned on his baton, all lean muscle and black leather. His blonde hair ruffled itself in the wind. “Don’t you want to spend a few meow-ments with moi?”

Harry gave him a flat look.

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The Drarry Miraculous Ladybug AU that no one asked for but everyone needed.

i created this document weeks ago with only the title and the sentence "Hp miraculous au idk". now my baby is all grown up and it took me sitting down and typing for two hours and thirty seven minutes. sometimes it happens so fast. it's a little fast-paced but honestly i dont think expanding on it would help so we're all just going to get through it together.

this is something that i feel like fits so well i dont know. i just. them yknow. also YES i know i keep saying i wont write more hp fics STOP HOLDING ME TO MY WORD i have no control over my actions i guess.

i have not finished s5 of miraculous so no spoilers in the comments please and thank you. this is jsut a little thing. just a little guy.

gifted to the fabulous fabledfrog because they're a good friend. i don't need more of a reason i just felt like writing something i thought they would like than thar she blows. go check out their stuff, the merlin oneshots are near and dear to me. love, hope you have a great day <3.

WARNINGS: vague descriptions of fantasy violence (talking vague vague, just a lot of falling and a little hitting nothing bad), swearing, eating, google translate french (if the french doesn't make sense let me know and i will fix it!!!), misgendering (mentioned in the tags but draco calls harry (a cis boy) female nicknames like chat calls ladybug in the show, it isn’t meant maliciously or in a negative way but i know it can make some people uncomfortable so be aware of that!!)

enjoy. :)

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Harry sighed for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. Ron shot him a look, and Harry gave him an embarrassed smile, cheeks pinking. Ron rolled his eyes, used to his antics.

He couldn’t help it though, really. He tried to pay attention in class, but he had made the mistake of sitting behind Theodore Nott, which meant he was sitting diagonally to the most beautiful boy in England. Possibly the world. Definitely in the UK. 

Draco Malfoy was just perfect. His hair was blonde and spun like weaved gold. His skin was smooth and clear. His eyes were gray and sharp and his mouth was just-

“Mate, really,” Ron whispered, nudging him. Harry must have sighed again. “We both know I’m not getting any of this, I’m really counting on you.”

“Just get the notes from Hermione later,” Harry whispered back, pointedly not looking at Draco Malfoy. He sat in the perfect position to ogle Draco, far enough behind him not to get caught but close enough to get a fraction of his fantastic side profile, his perfectly shaped nose- 

“She told me she wouldn’t help me anymore,” Ron told him sullenly, smiling politely at Professor McGonagall when she glared down her nose at him. He waited until she continued her lecture before continuing. “Said I need to ‘learn to do things on my own’ or something like that. Like I didn’t live fifteen years of my life just fine before meeting her.”

Harry could talk about Draco Malfoy for hours without interruption, sure, but at least he recognized the fact that he had a (massive) crush. Ron, on the other hand, could rant about all the things Hermione Granger had done for just as long, yet was still very unaware of his own crush.

Hermione was no better, Harry reflected. Everytime she had any emotion other than ‘smart’ she tended to just snark and smirk until it went away. They made a dreadful pair, the two of them.

Then again, Harry was equally as dreadfully gone on Draco Malfoy, a boy who only knew he existed because of the various sweets he brought into class. It was an awful existence he lead, truly.

Thankfully, McGonagall saved him from having to navigate Ron’s crush by assigning them an essay, to be started immediately. Harry bit his lip as he got his laptop out. He needed to focus. Pads and Moony were so proud of his good score on the last essay, and McGonagall was a harsh grader. He wasn’t very good at focusing on the right things at the right time, but he needed to try. Which meant no distractions.

Even if they were gorgeous, blonde models. With perfect ears and sharp cheekbones. And slender, sensual fingers.

Ron slapped his shoulder.

“Harry!” Sirius greeted loudly. The bell tingled above Harry as he walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh bread welcoming him home. “Come on, lad, Remus needs your help in the kitchen!”

“Oi, Black, lay off the poor boy,” a regular admonished teasingly from her seat at a table, her laptop in front of her. 

“Yeah, Pads, listen to Madame Vance,” Harry agreed, smiling at his godfather, who reached over the counter to ruffle his hair aggressively. 

“Being betrayed in my own business,” he ‘tsked’. “Go on, pup, get.”

Harry raised his hands in surrender as he made his way into the back of the bakery, the temperature immediately rising as he entered the kitchen. Remus was bent over a roll of dough, kneading it methodically. He looked up when Harry tapped his shoulder.

“Good afternoon, Harry.” Remus smiled at him, warm as the kitchen. Harry threw his bag up the stairs quickly before washing his hands and joining Remus with his own dough.

“Hey, Moony.” Harry rolled the dough under his hands, falling into the familiar action easily. “How’s your day been?”

Remus opened his mouth to answer, but was caught off guard by the shrill ringing of an alarm, blaring through the building. Harry jumped, looking around.

“Another akuma,” Remus sighed. “Suppose Hawk Moth doesn’t work a nine to five like the rest of us.”

“Haha, right,” Harry agreed through his smile. “Uh, Moony, I actually have some homework I need to do before I forget, can I-?”

“Go, go.” Remus mimed shooing him with flour-covered hands. “Have fun.”

“Not likely,” Harry yelled back, already sprinting up the stairs, grabbing his bag on the way. As soon as he got into his room and closed the hatch behind him, a little red figure was zooming out of his bag. 

“It’s sad you couldn’t finish those croissants,” Tikki said, little hands wringing together. “They smelled so good.”

“I’ll give you some later,” Harry promised, jumping up and down and shaking his hands out. “For now, we’ve got an akuma to take care of. Tikki, spots on!”

When Harry arrived at the top of Big Ben, there was already a figure waiting for him. 

“Took you long enough.” Chat Noir grinned at him, white teeth flashing. “I missed you, dame rouge.”

“The feeling was not mutual, kitty,” Harry replied, lips pursing. “What is it today?”

“Straight to business, how boring,” Chat pouted, his tail swishing behind him. He leaned on his baton, all lean muscle and black leather. His blonde hair ruffled itself in the wind. “Don’t you want to spend a few meow -ments with moi?”  

Harry gave him a flat look, and his partner groaned. 

“Yes, yes, fine. It’s a giant troll-thing today, because of course it is.”

“That’s more like it.” Harry looked out at London, and at the smoke rising across the Thames.  A roar shook the air, and Harry took a deep breath. “Make sure you keep up,” he said over his shoulder with a grin, before running and leaping off the tower. He heard Chat sputter over the air rushing in his ears.

Harry swung off Westminster Bridge and onto the roofs of various buildings, running and jumping his way towards the akuma of the week. Chat caught up quickly, keeping pace next to him. 

“I’m just saying,” he commented, and Harry groaned, “we should get together outside of akuma-fighting.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, kitty?” Harry asked, exasperated. “I’m not going on a date with you.”

“Why not?” Chat whinged. “I’m pretty, you’re fucking phenomenol, truly, just de toute beauté-”

Chat was, thankfully, interrupted by a car being flung their way by, yes, a troll-thing. It’s head peaked out over the buildings, beady eyes fixed on Harry and his partner. 

“We’re continuing this later!” Chat yelled at him. Harry ignored him in favor of swinging horizontally, coming at the troll's head from the side and landing a solid kick to its cheek. The force sent it stumbling, and it tripped over Chat’s waiting baton, stretched across the street, falling in a heap.

“Where’s its akuma?” Harry asked himself, looking over the troll. It roared and staggered to its feet, showing off its shirtless, un-accessorized body. There was nothing that stood out as something for the akuma to hide in. 

“Where is it?” Chat yelled at him, obviously thinking the same thing. 

“Just keep it contained until we can figure it out!” Harry yelled in response, already taking steps to wrap his yo-yo around the troll’s legs. He pulled, and it once again went down.

“Doesn’t seem very coordinated,” Harry noted. Chat came to stand next to him, hands on his hips. 

“Doesn’t seem able to do much of anything,” he corrected. “And there’s nowhere for the akuma to be hiding, it’s not wearing anything but a diaper. And there’s no way I’m destroying that.”

Harry scrutinized the troll for another second before a light went off in his head. He threw his yo-yo in the air and yelled out a quick ‘lucky charm!’

A giant, ladybug-spotted teddy bear falling out of the sky and almost crushing Chat Noir confirmed his theory. Tuning out Chat Noir’s spluttering and profanity, he looked around until he formed a plan.

“Chat, do you see the billboard right there?” he asked, pointing. Chat Noir grumbled something under his breath in French.

“You couldn’t have helped me out with the teddy, ma dame?” he asked snidely, arms crossed. Harry spared him a raised eyebrow, and smiled slightly at the flush that rose on the other boy’s pale cheeks. “Yes, I see it.”

“Wait for my signal,” Harry told him. Chat nodded and took off, just in time for the troll to let out a particularly loud roar and push itself up with its arms. Harry called his yo-yo back and allowed the troll to get up fully, then started shouting.

“Over here!” he yelled, waving his arms. “Look at me, Troll-y!” 

The large figure turned, eyes quickly fixating on the brightly-colored, massive teddy bear. Attention having been grabbed, it stumbled forward and roared. Harry wrapped the bear in his yo-yo a few times before running in the opposite direction, lugging the bear along with him. It bounced behind him as the troll fumbled its way towards it, roaring louder once it realized the bear was moving away from it. 

Harry ran until he came to an intersection in the street and stopped, panting. That bear had no business being that heavy. He turned around just in time to be covered by the troll’s shadow as it loomed above him, arms outreached for the bear.

“Now, Chat!” he yelled. 

“Cataclysm!” was his only response, and then a giant billboard with the Prime Minister’s face on it came crashing down onto the troll’s head. It crumbled, and something on its head must have broken, because a black butterfly fluttered out of the lump that was the troll and the broken billboard. Harry quickly captured it and de-evilized it.

“Bye bye, little butterfly.” He waved as the white butterfly made its way into the sky, and then stared at the giant teddy bear.

“How are you going to throw that?” Chat asked, and Harry jumped, looking over his shoulder at his partner, who grinned at him. “Don’t worry, coccinelle, I would never harm someone as purr- fect as you.”

“Ever get tired of saying that?” Harry asked in a sigh. Chat didn’t have a chance to answer before he was interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. Where the troll had been, a baby girl now sat, clad in only a diaper. Harry walked quickly over and picked her up carefully, rocking her and making comforting noises.

Chat picked up a broken tiara off the ground and raised his eyebrows. “Guess it didn’t grow with her.”

“It’s alright, love, you’re all right,” Harry said softly, wiggling a gloved finger in front of the baby’s face. “You’re going to be just fine, yes you are.”

“Carrie!” a woman’s voice yelled, and a moment later there was a frazzled mother in front of Harry. “Oh, thank God. Thank you so much, Ladybug, thank you, I saw her get akumatized but it was too late and I was afraid she would hurt my other children and I hoped you would come, but-”

“We’re happy to help, madam,” Chat assured her kindly, cheeks pink. Harry shot him a grateful look, unable to get a word in through the woman’s anxious rambling. Chat, uncharacteristically, ducked his head, cheeks reddening further. Harry held out Carrie, who looked happy to be back in her mom’s arms. 

“Thank you so much, Chat Noir, Ladybug,” she said once again, looking close to tears.

“It was our pleasure,” Harry replied with a smile. He and Chat walked away, letting her calm down with her daughter. They ended up at the teddy bear, bright red with black spots and twice their size. “How do we do this?”

“Don’t ask me,” Chat shrugged, hands back on his hips and his head cocked to the side. “So fur, you’re the one that comes up with the paw -some ideas, not me.”

“Please, stop.”

The sun was just beginning to set when Harry and his partner made it back to Big Ben, their meeting place. It cast London in a haze of purple and yellow, and Chat Noir’s eyes reflected white in the lighting.

“I do wish we could spend more time together, ma dame ,” he said, taking Harry’s hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He looked up at Harry through his lashes, lips warm through his glove.

Harry’s heart squeezed. Truly, Chat was a good friend. But he didn’t know Harry, didn’t know who he was underneath the mask. He seemed to have a habit of falling for boys who didn’t know Harry at all.

“I’ll see you next time, Kitten,” Harry said in reply, trying to put a small smile on his face. Chat’s face fell just slightly, but he nodded anyway and stepped back. 

“Next time,” he agreed. He turned and jumped off the clocktower, disappearing into the glow of the sunset. Harry sighed and made his own way home, slipping into his room and de-transforming. He collapsed on his bed and stared at his corkboard, full of pictures. 

His parents, just a few weeks before the car crash that killed them. Padfoot and Moony with a five year old Harry in front of the bakery, a few months after Sirius had been released from prison and they had decided to buy it in the first place. Ron, Harry, and all of Ron’s siblings, dressed in matching Christmas sweaters. Ron, Harry and Hermione, munching on cupcakes in the bakery while working on schoolwork. All kept with the theme Harry had clutched against his chest his whole life: family.

Only two pictures didn’t match. The first was Draco Malfoy, posing for a photoshoot. It was in Kensington Gardens, and he looked radiant in the lighting with the gardens in the background. The second was Chat Noir, a wild grin on his face with his tail whipping behind him as he fell through the air, right into Ladybug’s waiting arms.

“Why are you upset, Harry?” Tikki asked lightly. She was perched on the pillow next to his head, munching on a macron, and he turned to look at her.

“I suppose I wish I was noticed a bit more,” he confessed, oversimplifying significantly. Still, she seemed to understand, because she scooted towards him and pressed one of her small hands against his cheek.

“You’re noticed by the people that matter, Harry,” she told him firmly. “Anyone who doesn’t notice you isn’t worth your time.”

“I guess,” he acquiesced, aware that was exactly what Moony and Pads would tell him. He turned to look at the ceiling, only partially mollified. Tikki hummed and flew up to burrow in the space just above his collarbone and below his neck, and her warmth comforted him.

“I notice you,” she told him. He smiled and brought a hand up to lightly rest it against her.

“I know, Tikki,” he said. “I notice you, too.”

The next day it rained. Hard. 

Not very out of character for London, except they had been having a rare sunny patch, and Harry hadn’t brought an umbrella, and it was raining. Very hard.

Harry hiked his bag up higher on his shoulder, gritting his teeth and trying to mentally give himself enough motivation to start the walk home. He was failing.

“Harry? What are you doing here so late?” a smooth voice asked, and Harry just about died when he turned around to see Draco Malfoy looking at him with a neutrally curious face. A perfect neutrally curious face.

“I, um.” Harry swallowed and bit his lip aggressively. “Raining.”

“Do you not have an umbrella?” Draco asked, tilting his head. His blonde hair was styled perfectly in place. Harry was sure he was about to go into cardiovascular failure.

“No,” he said. “I mean, yes. I mean, no, no umbrella, yes, I do not have an umbrella. Um.”

Where was Ron when a mate needed help? Really? Harry held his breath, waiting for Draco to respond. Maybe, if he was lucky, Draco would take a while and Harry would pass out from lack of oxygen. 

“Oh,” Draco said, and Harry let his breath out all in one breath, just barely managing not to choke on it, only having to cough a bit. “Would you like to use mine?”

Only then did Harry notice the black umbrella Draco had in his hand (beautiful hand), just before he held it out in offering. Harry stared at it for longer than was probably socially acceptable.

“Sure! Uh, yeah. Wait, don’t you need it?” he rushed out. Draco’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. Harry’s heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his skull.

“I get driven.” He nodded to a black car parked in front of the school. “It’s alright.”

“Oh, well, uh, I guess, yeah.” Harry smiled weakly. Draco handed him the umbrella, and he tried to open it, only to be unsuccessful. He tried again, pressing a button, but the umbrella stayed closed. 

“Do you need help?” Draco asked. His voice was clear and velvety and Harry really was going to die. He must have made some sort of assent, because Draco reached over and put his hand over Harry’s and oh fucking shit Harry was going to see the way their skin contrasted against each other in his dreams for the next twenty years. “Here, you have to push it down and then pull. Voila.”

The umbrella snapped open, and Harry jumped slightly. He laughed awkwardly.

“Thanks, er, thank you, Draco.” Harry tried his very best to give Draco a normal, totally-not-in-love-with-you smile. Draco gave him a perfect, amazing, gorgeous smile in return.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Draco said with a wave. Harry didn’t have enough time to formulate any sort of response before Draco was off, running to the car through the rain and sliding into the back seat. The car pulled away not even a second later, and Harry was left staring at where it disappeared in the rain. 

Tikki floated up to sit on Harry’s shoulder.

“That went well,” she told him brightly.

“I’m about to vomit,” Harry replied.

Tikki’s high, giggly laugh could just be heard over the sound of the rain.

“He’s perfect,” Draco whinged, flopping onto his bed. “He’s beautiful and perfect and je ne sais pas quoi faire, comment suis-je censé vivre comme ça.”

Plagg, the traitor, only laughed. 

“Ladybug isn’t interested in you, Draco,” he said, nested in a shoebox of soft fabrics and holding a slice of cheese. “It’s just sad at this point.”

“But he’s perfect!” Draco repeated, propping himself up on his elbows. “How do you not understand this?”

“Because I’m not as hopeless as you are,” Plagg replied easily, mid-chew. He swallowed. “Try and crush on someone more your league, maybe? What about that Harry kid? He’s cute.”

“He is cute,” Draco admitted. He sagged onto his mattress, resting his face on his hands. “He’s too nice for me, though. Too sweet. I’d ruin him.”

“You give yourself too much credit.” Plagg polished off his cheese and zipped over to sit on Draco’s head, pillowing into his hair. “Maybe sweet and nice would be good for you.”

“Maybe.” Draco stared at the pictures pinned above his bed, of Ladybug. Smiling, laughing, serious, mid-villain takedown. He was the most lovely human ever created.

“Forget about Ladybug,” Plagg instructed him. “Focus on Harry.”

Draco sighed, but did as he was told and got out his phone, scrolling to Harry’s Instagram where there were dozens of pictures of various baked goods and of his friends. Only when Draco went to what he was tagged in did he find pictures of Harry himself, of his pretty green eyes and dusky skin.

“He is cute,” Draco said again. Plagg made a triumphant noise and made himself comfortable on Draco’s head. Draco sighed and threw his phone onto his pillow, putting his head down carefully so as not to knock Plagg off.

Boys, Draco decided, needed to just stop being so pretty. It really wasn’t fair, especially when he had to choose between them.

Regardless, both Ladybug and Harry stayed on his mind for the rest of the night.

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harry is something that can just be so personal you know. i love him. he is my baby boy (he is a grown man with ptsd but not in this version he isn't! either way he is my baby boy). hope you enjoyed. i tried to stay close to character but obviously circumstances would change things so i feel like i have a smidge of leeway.

i debated making up a new superhero name for harry but ultimately i didn't want to come up with a new one and also i thought it was fun to playa round with draco's female nicknames for harry! if i ever write something else in this universe (maybe i will maybe i wont who knows im a mystery (i will do anything for the commenters)) i might play around with how he feels about that in the beginning and hten how he grows to accept it and even like it, maybe even have some gender studies??? who knows. anyway.

draco is also my baby boy just fyi. they fit in my pockets.

i hope you liked this! fable i love you and i love having you as a friend.

all you readers, i love you too and i hope you have a fantastic rest of your week. bye!!

my ao3

[maximaxstreasurebox]

BSD Untold Origins: Anime VS Novel (5)

One of the most important parts of Ranpo's character development....... oh boy- This whole post is just writing down the next *checks book* 10 PAGES literally, and I'm not intent to skip anything. Get your popcorn everyone! Put the text in text-to-speech if must lol- The reason I'm about to make my hands suffer from typing bcuz the whole scene hits very differently with Fukuzawa's internal dialogues added on top of Ranpo's world view. I'm sorry it's not really an 'analysis', I just really want to share the reading experience(??) :')

Pages; from 123 to 133 Word count: 2906

Season 4 and light novel spoilers! (literally)

Gifs © @the-chikyuu-times

Episode 1 (Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Part 3)

Episode 2 (Part 4) - (Part 6 soon)

They walked over to a few square seats in the lobby away from the crowd. Ranpo was sitting, albeit sulking, while Fukuzawa was standing right in front of him. Ranpo was fidgeting with his sleeves, so upset he couldn't sit still. Fukuzawa watched him without saying a word. Before long, five minutes of unchanging silence had passed.

"Okay," muttered Ranpo as if he couldn't take the silence any longer. "Get it over with. Give me your lecture. I've been chewed out like this by tons of people at my past jobs, so I know it's coming. I know what you're going to say, too." "You're surprisingly self-aware," noted Fukuzawa, his voice low. "I'm gonna be scolded because I did something wrong, right? If so, then it'd actually make me feel a little better. It's an easy concept to grasp." "...You're right."

Fukuzawa pondered. He wasn't a person who could teach something to this kid. He had always avoided giving guidance to others his entire life. This was the first time he ever regretted that. Fukuzawa had to tell him something. This teenager was at the edge of the cliff, leaning forward. "Tell me about your parents." Fukuzawa made sure to select his words wisely. "Did they say anything about your gift?" "My 'gift'?" Ranpo furrowed his brow. "I wouldn't be having trouble finding a job right now if I had a gift." "Then... Did they say anything to you about your future?" "Uh... My father always said, 'One day, you're going to surpass your mother and me, and you're going to win the admiration of all those around you. But now's not that time. Stay humble and keep your silence. Always be modest. Just quietly observe and don't hurt others with what you discover.' ...Or something like that. I don't really know what he meant, though."

I figured. Fukuzawa quietly nodded. So his father knew, after all. He understood that Ranpo possessed an extraordinary gift. He knew his son had the special ability to observe, remember, and uncover the truth in the blink of an eye. That was why he sealed it away. He didn't want Ranpo to go astray, to ever hurt others and make the world his enemy. His father wanted Ranpo to learn virtue and what's right just like an ordinary person until he had grown up with good judgment and knowledge. He was protecting him, creating a transparent cocoon to protect his extraordinary gift from this strange world. Ranpo's parents raised him like an ordinary child. What an astounding deed that must have been. How difficult it must have been to convince him that the world he saw was normal and nothing he knew was anything other than common sense. But Ranpo's parents did that with their extraordinary minds. What was such a feat, of not extraordinary love? But long before Ranpo had fully matured - far before Ranpo was ready for the world - they departed this life. An immature yet gifted larva was stripped of his cocoon and abandoned.

(im sorry to interrupt but did he just compared Ranpo to an insect? xD)

The palm of Fukuzawa's clenched fists began to sweat. No matter how strong his opponent was, he never experienced fear like this. The larva was without shelter. He was only moments away from being crushed by the outside world. If Fukuzawa didn't use just the right amount of force, then the damage would be irreparable. While hesitant, Fukuzawa finally spoke up. "You... have a gift. A gift to observe and deduce. Nobody has ever figured out my last job. Nobody knew who really killed the president of that company other than you. You're special, Ranpo, and if you so desire, you will become a greater mind than even your parents." "As if." Ranpo immediately shot down the claim. "My parents were amazing. There's no surpassing them to reach the top because they were the top. Neither of them ever told me once that I had a gift, and I believe them." He was stubborn. The protective wall his parents created was thick. That wall protected Ranpo from the world of ordinary people who would fear and fail to understand him, yes, but it was also what rendered him unable to step into the outside world.

"During the play, you were able to guess who the killer was," Fukuzawa continued. "And at that point in the performance, you were probably the only one in the audience who had. I myself didn't know until I finished the script." "Huh?" Ranpo gave a distinctly inquiring look. "Don't lie to me. If I figured it out, surely an adult would have no problem." This discussion was going in circles. He didn't understand others because he didn't think he was special. He didn't think he was special because he didn't understand others, which only confirmed what his parents had told him. It was unyielding logic that fed off each other, and the only way to break through was to shine light on something completely new. Something different. A new factor that Ranpo hadn't even thought of.

"Tell me this." Fukuzawa persevered. "Have you ever thought the people around you were stupid? That they were a bunch of fools who didn't understand a thing?" "..." Ranpo sent Fukuzawa a skeptical glance, and a few moments went by before he answered. "...I have." "That's it. Believe in that feeling. You have a gift, but everyone else is a fool, including me. The reason why you're all alone is because of your talents. Utilize them. There's nothing you can't do." "Don't think you can control me with a few compliments." Ranpo slightly averted his gaze. "My mother told me to never look down on others. Besides, why would only I be special? There are so many people in the city, so why would I be the only special one?" "That's because..." I'm almost there. I can't allow myself to mess up now. The time for decision was near. Fukuzawa wasn't an eloquent speaker. He wasn't someone who could manipulate others with his words. There was only one card left up his sleeve that he could play. Sincerity.

"You were right," admitted Fukuzawa. "I used to carry a sword at my waist. From an early age, I trained at a government-run school of martial arts. I was one of the five greatest swordsmen in the government, known as Goken. I truly thought my sword was for the peace and welfare of the nation... And I killed for that belief." Fukuzawa stared off into the distance. Ranpo carefully observed his expressions. "Assassinations were extremely simple. I had an overwhelming advantage, and not even once had I ever struggled in battle. It started to frighten me when I noticed I was looking forward to my next mission. I no longer knew if I was killing for the country or killing for the enjoyment of it. That was when I decided to permanently lay down my sword."

Fukuzawa remained calm as he spoke. Why am I telling him this? Why am I telling this kid something I've never told anyone before? But the words continuously crawled out of the depths of his heart and poured out of his mouth. "Power must be kept in check. Power that cannot be controlled must be discarded. If you refuse to acknowledge your gift, you are not different from the bloodthirsty man I used to be. You must recognize your talents, especially now that your parents are gone." Fukuzawa yearned to speak more eloquently. He didn't need the ability to fire up an entire crowd, or even the sort of inane flattery that could rouse the populace. All he wanted was to be able to tell a little white lie so that this kid could see the simple truth.

"I get what you're saying, but..." Ranpo scowled hard at Fukuzawa while remaining seated. "But - then tell me. What am I? What were my parents telling me? Make me understand why I'm here - why I'm like this. If you can do that, then I'll believe you." Ranpo was no longer sulking. Instead, he was honestly looking for an answer - something he'd never done before. And Fukuzawa was the only one who could give it to him. "The intermission is about to end. Please return to your seats." The announcement played over the intercom. The few people around started to walk away and head back to their seats, and Ranpo was already looking toward the small crowd. Fukuzawa didn't have much time. If he let his chance go by, Ranpo would probably never seek answers again. "That's because..." Fukuzawa paused midsentence. Anything. Anything would do. He just needed to say something. He had already used the ace up his sleeve: sincerity. He wasn't good at persuading others or speaking eloquently, either. He was even worse at lying. Just then... Fukuzawa suddenly caught sight of the script rolled up in Ranpo's hand. The troupe had given it to him, but he hadn't made it past the first paragraph before getting bored. As if by reflex, Fukuzawa said:

(you're a wizard,harry-)

"Because you're a skill user." Ranpo seemed perplexed. "...What?" "A skill user," repeated Fukuzawa. Even he still wasn't exactly sure what he was saying. "The reason you're special is because you're a skill user. You skill awakened when your parents died. That's... that's precisely it." "A skill user...? Why?" Ranpo's eyes darted about in abject confusion. This was essentially the first time Fukuzawa had experienced something like this in his life. More precisely - he had never spoken so impulsively. "It's all because of your skill. You can see the truth with nothing more than a simple glance. They spoke about it in the play, right? There are people in this world who possess supernatural abilities. And skills don't always make the possessor happy. Yours is the reason why you're in pain and why everyone seems like a monster." "...???" Ranpo was at a loss. He blinked in silent confusion. "You have to control your skill."

Fukuzawa gave thanks to his daily training. He had no idea what he was saying, but his heart was racing, and cold sweat dripped from his palms. Nevertheless, his expression was completely still. It was as if he were reading the newspaper just as he always did. Any hesitation in a fight with real swords could lead to death. The enemy must never get the chance to observe your eyes and predict your next move. That was why Fukuzawa was naturally able to keep a straight face, even if he was feeling anguished or terrified. Put it simply, Fukuzawa was playing cool. "You are a skill user, therefore you're special. To prove that, I'll teach you how to control that skill. You'll be able to freely utilize it with the help of a certain item. And with that item, you will learn how to control this skill that brings you such pain." "...?? A 'certain item'? Like what...?" Leaning forward, Ranpo tilted his head to the side. I haven't thought that far yet. Fukuzawa's eyes wandered around the room in search of a hint. Anything will do. Is there nothing here? There has to be something that can make Ranpo focus. Something... His hand lightly brushed against his pocket. That's it. "This." Fukuzawa whipped something out of his pocket.

"What the...? Glasses?" "It was a gift given to me by a well-known noble in Kyoto." I lied. It was dead stock from the neighborhood general store. "When you wear these, your skill be activated, and you will be able to immediately see the truth. On the other hand, when you're not wearing them, you will no longer care about how foolish those around you are. Here, they're yours." "...Okay..." Ranpo accepted the black-framed glasses as if he had no idea what was going on. "These look like ordinary cheap glasses to me..." He's got that right. "Of course they would, since you didn't even know that skills existed until earlier today." Fukuzawa quietly took in a deep breath. "Uh-huh... So do I put them on?" Ranpo unfolded the temples, then lowered his head and started to put on the glasses when⎯

"Haaah!" ⎯Fukuzawa let out a battle cry, and Ranpo immediately lost consciousness. It was an energy blast, as before, but the scale and directionality were different this time. It was a chi attack normally used in life-and-death battles, but Fukuzawa had utilized it to knock Ranpo out. Even a highly trained martial artist's head would go blank and lose control of their body in the face of such an attack, so a teenager like Ranpo stood no chance. Ranpo was unconscious while still holding the glasses to his face. He collapsed into his chair, and the impact caused the glasses to completely latch around his ears. "...Ah..." A few seconds went by before he regained consciousness. Ranpo stared up at the ceiling, blinking. "Behold. The world is a new place," Fukuzawa said, welcoming him. "Huh...? What just happened...? These are keeping my skill in check...? I don't feel any different, though... Do I...? Do I not...? My head feels kind of funny..."

(im sorry but KJHGDFSVBFJDDGUSHUIF-)

"The glasses have accepted you," claimed Fukuzawa with a profound note in his voice. He wore the expression of an enlightened being living atop a sacred mountain. Deep down, however, he was taken aback by just how outlandish his claim was. "Use these to control your skill. From now on, you are skilled detective Ranpo Edogawa. Use your skill to uncover the truth. Destroy evil hidden in darkness. You can do that, for you are the greatest detective in the world." "I, uh... 'G-greatest detective in the world'?" "Yes. The greatest detective in the world," repeated Fukuzawa as if he were imprinting that thought on a newly born chick's mind. "Isn't it all clear now? The world isn't a frightening place. Everyone else isn't a monster. They're just stupider than you." Ranpo caught his breath. He traced his finger around the glasses' frames as he pondered. "But... No, could it be? So back then, and then, and that time... Everyone was just stupid? They just didn't know any better?"

"Exactly. Listen, Ranpo. The world is full of fools. They don't know how to look at things. They're babies who can't even hold up their own heads yet. Nobody bears any ill will toward you. Do you think babies hate others? Do you think they would try to confuse someone to trick them?" "...No," muttered Ranpo with his head hanging low. "So that one time... And that other time... All the pain I've suffered... But when you put it that way... I see..." Hunched over with a downcast gaze, Ranpo slightly lifted up his head. It was as if he were slowly breaking out of his cocoon. "I see... So that's why. Nobody hates me." "Nobody hates you."

Ranpo suddenly hopped to his feet. His beaming smile stretched from ear to ear. You could practically hear the light bulb go off in his head. "Ha-ha-ha... Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! It all makes sense! So everyone is just a big baby! Well, of course they are! The world isn't a disgusting place! Not at all! It's just a simple, stupid place!" Ranpo laughed in glee. He stood up straight, virtually radiating with a powerful glow like the morning sun. His expression was brighter than Fukuzawa had ever seen before. Ranpo was overjoyed with his rebirth. Then he declared, "Looks like I've gotta protect these stupid toddlers myself!" Ranpo swiftly turned around and looked at Fukuzawa. "Go back to the theater without me, old guy! I've got something I need to do. I can probably still prevent the murder from happening!"

"...What?" "The killer is going to do what he said he would! That much is crystal clear! So I'm gonna use that to my advantage! Now go! I need you right next to the stage!" Ranpo steadily pushed Fukuzawa forward from behind. Fukuzawa had no idea what was going on. His stream-of-consciousness fib somehow got Ranpo to understand he was gifted a moment ago, but now it felt as if he was far past that. What was going on? The killer was about to strike? "Wait? But if we do that-" "Trust me! Just go!" Ranpo was pushing Fukuzawa even harder now. Losing the initiative, Fukuzawa was slowly pushed into the hall, unable to even fight back. But...if the killer really was about to make a move, wouldn't it be dangerous to leave Ranpo alone?

Just then, the chime signaling the curtain's rise rang. "I can already see it - the enemy's target, their plan! I can see it all! I'll be just fine. Go on ahead. I want you to keep an eye on the audience!" Fukuzawa hesitated. It was wonderful that Ranpo was motivated, but if what he said was true, then that would mean there was a killer lurking in the theater. There was no way trying to thwart the enemy's plan wouldn't be dangerous. He looked at Ranpo's expression. It was strong; it was the face of someone who overcame. He'd overcome colossal walls and broken through the chains that shackled him. That would make this his first job as a new man. Fukuzawa had to trust him. To do anything else would be disrespectful. "All right. Be careful," Fukuzawa said with a nod. "I will!" exclaimed Ranpo, his voice projecting far and wide.

"After all, I'm the one who protects the foolish! I'm the greatest detective in the world!"

[spei-sidus]

An Ode to the Rose

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings

Written for UsaMamo Week 2023, Day 3

Valentine's Day is coming up and the girls decide, since they weren't giving chocolates to anyone, to write love letters to give to their future boyfriends. First Season Reveal AU

The girls sat in a booth at the Crown Arcade quietly. Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and as usual none of them had a special someone to whom to give chocolates. Ami, too engrossed in academics, was studying unperturbed while the others sat, lost in thought.

“This is depressing,” Minako said finally, taking a swig of her boba smoothie.

“Tell me about it,” Makoto sighed. “I would love baking chocolates, and there are tons of guys, but none of them seem right.”

“Boys are overrated,” Rei said with a scowl.

“Says you,” Usagi said, sticking out her tongue.

“Not all of us have steadfast crushes,” Rei said, sticking out her tongue. “And it doesn’t matter anyway, because it’ll never happen!”

“Why do you have to be so mean, Rei-chan!”

“I’m just stating facts. You’ll never get together.”

“You never know. I’m telling you-”

“Yes, yes, we know,” Ami cut in, her eyes darting about. “But we can never know for sure, and we’re too busy with other things to worry about it.”

Her meaning carried over to the rest of the girls. “Don’t be such a killjoy, Ami-chan,” Minako said. “We’re teenage girls. We should live a little.”

“Well, what should we do then?” Makoto asked.

“Love letters!” Minako said. “We’ll dedicate them to our future boyfriends! They’ll be happy to see how much we loved them before we even knew them!”

The others sweatdropped. “Are we going to show the letter to each boyfriend we have in our lives?” Rei asked, an eyebrow raised.

“No, no. Serious boyfriends - or fiancés.”

“So we write them, and then what? Do we read our letters to each other?”

“No!! That’s too private. No, we’ll make a show of putting the letters into special envelopes and sealing them together. Then we’ll have a celebratory drink!”

Usagi smiled. This was starting to sound like fun. “So we write the letters at home, then bring them here? And have a shake afterwards?” Minako nodded. “Let’s do this!”

“I’ll craft some envelopes and have them stenciled with cranes,” Rei offered.

“Great idea, Rei-chan!” Makoto said. “For good luck!”

“Alright, I’ll do it,” Ami murmured.

Usagi glomped the blue-haired genius. “Yay, Ami-chan!”

“My - book -”

“Sorry.”

“Then we should head home! This is going to take some time,” Minako said.

“You guys go ahead. I don’t want to hear a lecture from Luna, so I’m just going to write mine here,” Usagi said. When the girls left, she dutifully pulled out a notebook and a pen. She sat for a while, staring off into space.

Of course, the girls thought she was crushing on Tuxedo Kamen. They didn’t know that she had two crushes - the other being one Chiba Mamoru. They both pulled on her senses in magnetic ways, for good or for bad. They were both mysterious and attractive guys. 

They were both out of her league.

She wondered if she should write a letter to either of them. What were the chances that she’d end up with one of them? She shook her head. This was supposed to be fun. She could keep the letter a secret forever. Letters, she decided. She’d write a letter to each of them. To whom should she write first? She decided she’d write to Tuxedo Kamen first; he was the easiest. Thus she began:

Dear Tuxedo Kamen,

I wish you knew how much I’m in love with you. When you rescue me, you take my breath away. You’re so strong and fearless and you always know what to do. I’d be lost in battles without you to guide me. I wish we knew each other better. I want to be your friend, your girlfriend, your lover. I know we’re not enemies. I feel it in my heart when we look at each other. If you’re reading this, it’s because you feel the same. That thought makes me so happy. I hope you let me into your life.

With love,  

 ()_()     ( ^.^ )  \/

Okay, and now for the other one…

“Are you studying, Odango Atama? Has the world come to an end?”

She covered her letter with her heart in her throat. “Go away, baka,” she hissed. To her fury he slid into the booth opposite of her.

“No way, I’m not missing this moment for the world.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

“Did you just take a picture of me without my permission!”

“I have to immortalize the moment - it’ll probably never come again.”

“Oooh you JERK!” she shouted, lunging at him. But that was her mistake, because at that moment, Mamoru’s deft hands reached out and grasped the love letter. “No, please don’t read that!” she cried.

“You’d think it’s a love letter the way you carry on,” he taunted. His eyes widened when she flushed. “It’s a love letter? Who do you have a crush on?” he demanded.

“Just please, give it back - it’s a silly letter, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Valentine’s Day is tomorrow,” he noted with a frown. “Are you planning on giving this to him then?”

“Mind your own business, please!”

“Your safety is my business!” he shouted, before stopping with a slight blush, looking embarrassed.

Usagi just gaped at him, a pleasant warmth spreading through her with his words. “I’m not giving the letter to him,” she said quietly, reassuring him. “In a way, he doesn’t know I exist.”

“In a way? What does that mean?” Why did he look so crestfallen?

“Please, just give it back.”

“I will if you tell me who it is,” he said perversely. “Otherwise I’ll read it myself.”

“How dare you,” she hissed. “This is blackmail.”

He shrugged, then an eyebrow rose. “I’m waiting.”

She let out a huff, then glanced furtively about. “It’s Tuxedo Kamen,” she answered quietly.

His gaze turned inscrutable. “You have a crush on Tuxedo Kamen?”

She blushed furiously. She could only imagine what he was thinking! “I know, I know, he’s out of my league,” she muttered, “as I’m so very undateable - as you love to remind me.”

He had the grace to wince. “So…” he started, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts, “you decided to crush on a guy that you couldn’t date regardless?”

“I’ll have you know I so could date him; he’d just have to ask,” she hissed without thinking.

“But you said he doesn’t know you exist.”

Right. She facepalmed. “You’re right; it doesn’t matter. The girls and I are writing love letters for Valentine’s Day. We’re making a thing of it since we don’t have boyfriends. We don’t plan on giving the love letter to anyone. Like I said, it’s just a silly letter. Now may I have it back?”

He reluctantly handed the letter over to her outstretched palm. She made quick work of stuffing it into her notebook and gathering her things. Of all the things to happen! One crush now knows about her other crush! Would the Earth just open up and swallow her whole!

She shuffled out into the sunset, leaving a brooding upperclassman behind.

Later that night, she heard a faint knock on her bedroom window. She startled awake. Luna had already decided to stay over at Ami’s for the weekend. She looked at the windowsill and saw a familiar silhouette hovering there. She hurriedly opened the window to let him in. “Tuxedo Kamen-sama,” she breathed as he entered. “What are you doing here?” Was there a youma? Did he know who she was?

“I overheard you had a crush on me,” he murmured.

Her eyes widened. She wasn’t expecting to hear that. “Where did you hear that?”

“The Crown Arcade, of course.”

She flopped onto her bed, stunned. There was a good chance she knew his civilian form! “So what happens now?”

“We talk. We get to know each other.”

This was unreal. He was willing to talk to her, Tsukino Usagi, when he barely said a few words to her alter ego. “Oookay…” she said, casting about for a topic. She decided to satisfy her curiosity. “So what’s your relationship with Sailor Moon like? Are you two a couple?” What he was doing right now was pretty intimate for someone who was rumored to be in a relationship with someone else. Also, she can find out if he knew it was her or not.

“It’s complicated,” he said after several moments. 

She wasn’t sure how to take that. It wasn’t a no - but it wasn’t a yes either. The nijizuishou complicated things. She felt bad suddenly, like she was taking advantage of him. She was going to get intimate information from him without him knowing that she was Sailor Moon. But how could she fix that? Should she henshin in front of him? Luna would kill her!

“How do you deal with it all?” she asked. “I mean, you are up at all hours of the night, and I’m sure you have things to do during the day. It must be so hard.”

He swallowed. “Caffeine helps. And I do things that release stress. I…talk.”

She nodded sagely. “That’s good. We all need someone to talk to.” A moment passed. “I’ll talk to you. I won’t talk about any of the superhero stuff, because I know you need to keep that secret. But I wouldn’t mind being your friend.”

He smiled tenderly at her. “And more?”

“I would love that,” she admitted.

“What else do you love? What’re your dreams?”

She smiled wistfully. “I’m a simple girl, really. I love food, manga, romance, and friendship. I dream of a beautiful, peaceful world. I don’t know what I’d do for a career, but I definitely want to be a wife and have kids. I want a family.”   

“Family is precious.”

“Yes. I feel blessed because I know not everyone has one. Like my friend, Mako-chan. She’s been an orphan since she was eight. She was in an orphanage until recently. I’m her family now.”

“Most people wouldn’t care about orphans,” he said. “You have a huge heart.”

“Do you care about orphans?”

“I am an orphan. I was in an orphanage until a few years ago. I’m not telling you this because I want your pity. I hate pity.”

Luminous eyes regarded him. “You were forced to be alone,” she intuited. It explained a lot about his distant personality, she realized sadly. 

“I’ve been alone as long as I can remember. I’ve always thought I was meant to be alone, until…”

“Until what?”

“Until I met you.”

She gasped. “No way - we know each other?! I know you outside of the mask?!”

“I can’t tell you who I am,” he said regretfully. “I don’t want you to be in danger.”

“I understand.” She really did. She wasn’t going to force his hand just because she was Sailor Moon and therefore was already in danger. 

“If I may, may I see the letter?”

And there it was, her identity laid out on a piece of paper addressed to him. She decided she’d give it to him. The decision alleviated the guilt she’d just been feeling. She wordlessly walked over to her bag, rummaging about until she found the slightly crinkled page. She handed it to him, waiting with bated breath as he skimmed it over. Startled eyes locked with hers.

“I’m glad you know,” she said simply, breaking the silence. “I understand if you want to leave now, since, you know - it’s complicated.”

He sighed heavily, taking a seat on her bed. “I had no idea,” he murmured. He then moved the letter slightly. “There’s two sheets here,” he said in surprise.

Oh no. “No, please don’t read that!” she cried, but it was too late. Stunned eyes rose to hers after a moment. “I didn’t know if we’d ever be together,” she said desperately, trying to explain. “He wouldn’t ever date me either, so if you ever changed your mind, it wouldn’t be an issue to let him go. He doesn’t even like me.”

“Then why do you like him?”

“I don’t know?! And you’re - I just - I can’t discuss this with you. I can’t talk about my crushes with each other; it’s just wrong!” She sobbed. “I think you should go. Please.”

He left quietly, leaving a crying Senshi in his wake.

* * * * * *

The next morning, Usagi showed up to the Crown Arcade with her letters somewhat neatly folded into thirds in hand. A glance around showed she was actually early for a change. She headed to the counter, where Mamoru already sat drinking coffee. “Hello, baka,” she said.

“Hello, Odango.” Was he nervous?

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said awkwardly.

“What, no chocolate?” he teased. 

“What, no! Why would I give you chocolate?” she stammered. Did he somehow find out about her crush? Tuxedo Kamen wasn’t a friend of his, was he?

“Well I know it’s not traditional because I’m a guy and all, but I’m going to give this to you now.” He held out an envelope to her. 

“What?” Her mind drew a blank.

“Just take it. Open it in private.”

She took the letter and ran to the restroom. After she slipped into a stall, she opened the letter and started reading.

Dear Tsukino Usagi,

Protect with roses you, maiden, whom I tease. I’m in love with you.

Coffee is not why come I to dine at the Crown. I’m in love with you.

You’re brave, beautiful, kind, strong, and inspiring. I’m in love with you.

With these words do I cast aside complications. I’m in love with you.

Please give me a sign whether to give us a try. I will wait for you.

With love, Chiba Mamoru

She just got a love letter. A love letter from Chiba Mamoru, who turned out to be Tuxedo Kamen! Her crushes were one and the same. Here she'd been talking about him as her crush, twice! The events of the prior day fell into place. Now she understood why Tuxedo Kamen knew about her letter. She wanted to feel guilty about it all - but it looked like he also had two crushes, too! They were both her - Usagi and Sailor Moon. Incredibly, he wanted them both. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and her chest felt light. He loved her. He wanted to be together.

She stuffed the letter into her subspace pocket and finished up in the bathroom. She locked eyes with him when she came out; he’d been anxiously looking in that direction. She made a beeline to his side, casually sitting on the stool next to him. They each faced away from each other, waiting. Then there was movement beside her. A thornless red rose with a sharp tip had been placed next to her. With trembling fingers she picked it up, holding it to her nose. “I love roses,” she murmured, uncertain how to proceed. Why was she suddenly nervous?

“Girls usually do,” he replied neutrally, his body tense.

“Especially red ones. They’re special.” She blushed. “I’ll always love them. I really want some chocolates, though.”

“Craving sweets, Odango Atama?”

“No, wanting to gift my crush some chocolate for Valentine’s Day.”

He stilled. “That’s a shame,” he said after a moment, turning to face her.

“Yeah. I’ll have to make it up to him next year.” She was bestowed the most brilliant smile she’d ever seen him have. 

The girls came in then. She reluctantly left him to join them in their booth. They placed their letters into Rei’s beautiful envelopes. Minako called Motoki over. 

“What are you girls up to?” Motoki asked cheerfully.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, and we didn’t have anyone to give chocolates to, so we’re writing love letters to our future boyfriends-”

“More like fiancés,” Rei corrected.

“Right. So when the time comes, we’re going to have them open and read the letters.”

“How romantic!” Motoki exclaimed.

“Right? Rei-chan even handmade these envelopes for good luck!”

“Very nice,” he marveled. “So what now?”

“We need drinks! For a celebratory toast to love!”

“Well, what do you want?”

“Chocolate shakes!” Usagi said, suddenly inspired. “And give one to Mamoru, too. My treat.”

Mamoru had been watching them the entire time. His gaze burned into Usagi’s while the other girls just gaped.

“You’re giving Mamoru a chocolate shake - on Valentine’s Day?” Rei asked.

“You’re finally admitting it!” Minako crowed, laughing.

“What?!” the girls exclaimed.

“Oh, c’mon guys. I am the Goddess of Love. I know these things.”

Usagi got up out of her seat and sat next to Mamoru again. When the chocolate shake arrived she turned to Mamoru and held it out with two hands.

“I just want you to know that I’ve loved you for ages and I was wondering if you’d accept this chocolate shake from me as a token of that love.”

He took the shake from her, slowly lifting the cup to his lips, taking a sip from the straw, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he was placing it onto the counter, inched forward, and captured her lips with his. It was a soft, chaste kiss, full of promise.

“So, do you want to give him his letter now?” Usagi heard Minako ask.

“Quiet, Minako-chan,” Rei hissed.

“What? I just calls it like I smells it.”

“I don’t think that’s how that saying goes,” Ami said.

The End