#back to flashcards i go i guess

[arcadian-vampire]

Beans. I wanna focus on learning Latin American Spanish, as Mexico is closer to me than Spain and it's what my local Spanish people speak, but I just learned that a key word I've memorized is only used in Spain... it's gonna be so hard to forget it and learn something new. Woopsie

[dejwrldarchived]

⤷‧₊˚ hiromi higuruma helps his bratty sub study for her bar exam.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — black reader with descriptors, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, usage of y/n, reader is a law student, mentions of reader being the child of a judge, mentions of law, dom!hiromi, sub!reader, reader described to be very feminine and bratty, no cursed au, dom x sub dynamic, usage of toys (vibrating panties), oral (reader receiving), pet names (good girl, doll), mentions of pubes, praise kink (academical), bonus after care scene, written in third pov (hiromi’s), mdni

sticky note from deja — sometimes i think about dom hiromi higuruma and just sigh happily.

Hiromi passed his bar exam with flying colors. He didn’t do study groups. Simply studied alone and prioritized his time to balance being a law clerk, studying, and socializing to ensure a law firm hired him. But this woman didn’t do any of that and frankly, he was even shocked that she still wanted to pursue law at all. She graduated from law school with a high GPA, and wonderful recommendations from amazing professors, and her father was a prominent judge. Many can assume that her pretty looks and her legacy surname got her where she is today, but Hiromi has observed her in her element and when she was in her element she was a beast. 

So the older lawyer had no clue why she came to him with law books in her arm, her tote bag slung on her shoulders—tight coils sprawled on her head like a crown, and a tight suede tracksuit on as if she was stepping into her law class. But of course, when she had a problem, she came to him. When she needed a quick nut, she came to him. Needing someone to vent about when it came to her class rival, she came to him. Now it seemed she needed help studying for the exam and who did she come to, him.

But as an hour and thirty minutes went by, the young woman was not soaking up the information that Hiromi was going over. His eyes bored into the notebook, flashcards, and textbooks scattered across his desk. She watches as she twirls her pink pen around her fingers reading over the notes she jolted down, but he can just tell by the crinkle of her eyebrows that the information wasn’t going through that thick skull of hers. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe she knew the information because she did. But he doubted she’d remember it for the exam. He leaned back into his comfortable black desk chair trying to rack his brain with a better studying technique before eventually he got an idea. An imaginary light bulb lit up over the top of the lawyer’s head.

“I think I have an idea.” He spoke out, causing her to stop her highlighting—which he was hoping she would do because the scent of the highlighter was already giving him a headache simply because she just had to have scented ones. 

This one smells like strawberries, smell it? Those were her exact words forty-five minutes ago as he was going over some laws on family laws. 

“Will it help me feel like the information I’m consuming is sticking and staying in my brain?” 

“Possibly,” was the only thing Hiromi answered before pulling himself out of his seat and disappearing from his office.

It was three things the woman that sat across from him enjoyed. Shopping, her father’s credit card, and sexual pleasure. If Hiromi had any more knowledge of psychology, he would have labeled Y/N as a nymphomaniac. 

When returned with the red velvet box, he sat the box on the table and she perked up happily, possibly thinking that this was a sparkly diamond necklace for her. 

“A gift? Aw, this definitely will help.” Her plush glossed lips spread into a smile. She claps her hands together in excitement sitting up in the chair. 

“It’s not a necklace, doll.” He points out. She opened the box revealing the black lace underwear that had a vibrator inside of them. 

He was going to use these at their anniversary dinner as a sub and dog duo, but he guessed he had to come up with another idea to make their dinner interesting. His gloomy eyes watched as her eyes lit up like fuckin’ fireworks. His assumption was right. He watches as she simply stands up ready to remove her underwear eagerly.

“I do think a quick sex session will help me focus a bit more. This is why I came to you. At first, I was going to join that one guy who knows Nanami's study group, but in my mind—I just knew you would have a better study idea.” She giggled as her hand went to untie her tracksuit bottoms to change into the other panties.

“No, we’re not doing that. Put the panties on and sit back down.” He scattered around his desk to give her time to change into the vibrating panties. 

He thought she was going to argue against what he said, but she didn’t. As quiet as can be, she’s shuffling to remove her underwear and replace it with the sexual treat that Hiromi graced upon her. While she changed, Hiromi was looking for the notebook that he used when he was studying for his bar exam. He knew it had a bunch of mock bar exam questions on there and thought they would help. When he found the book, he walked back to his desk and Y/N sat patiently waiting for him, she went back to reading her textbook without a care. 

Hiromi removed the box from the table, placing it on the ledge behind him after he grabbed the remote. He slammed the notebook on the table that looked like it’s been through centuries of war. He liked keeping it because it showed how far he had come from a law student to one of the best lawyers in the city. He skimmed through the pages before finding a page he wanted to start on. 

“A defendant is being prosecuted for conspiracy to possess methamphetamine with intent to distribute. At trial, the government seeks to have its agent testify to a conversation that he overheard between the defendant and a co-conspirator regarding the incoming shipment of a large quantity of methamphetamine. That conversation was also audiotaped, though critical portions of it are inaudible. The defendant objects to the testimony of the agent on the ground that it is not the best evidence of the conversation.” He pauses briefly to look at Y/N across from him. “Is the testimony of the agent admissible?” 

He watches as she brings her French tip manicured finger to her chin to think. He had a feeling she knew the answer, she told him about the paper she had done about admissible evidence. But as he watches her shoulders go upward and downward in an ‘I don’t know’ manner, Hiromi lets out a sigh before pressing the remote. The silence in his office was disrupted by the sound of the vibration. He watches as she jerks forward provocatively. He leans back in his seat.

“You know the answer to this, stop being a smart ass.” Hiromi’s slender fingers toyed with the small remote watching as she was withering forward in attempting to mask her moan.

“It’ll be admissible,” She breathes out. 

“Why?” Hiromi asked. 

For a quick second, he can see a glint of sexual frustration in her eyes. This was the first sexual encounter in a while due to him restricting them from it. He had a huge case coming up and she had to study for the bar exam. Sex would cloud their judgment on the tasks they had to do. 

“The best evidence rule does not require proof of the conversation through the audiotape.” 

He presses the button on the remote making the vibrator stop. “Good girl. I knew you knew that.” His lips crack a smile and he watches as she recomposes herself. 

“Next question.” Hiromi flips through the pages in his notebook. “Hypothetically thinking, say a person broke into a closed building to solely seek refuge due to a snowstorm. Can this person be convicted of burglary if that’s her defense?” His fingers were itching to press the button, but he had to hear her answer first.

“No.” 

“Why? Come on baby, you know they’re going to ask why?” 

“I’m not sure, let me think.” 

It didn’t take long before Hiromi pressed the button. Her moans echoed within the study while clasping her thighs closed to engulf the sudden vibration from the panties she wore. She falls back into the seat across from him and her body arches off of it briefly before she’s finally croaking out an explanation. 

“Burglary requires the intent to commit a crime upon entering a building and seeking shelter from a storm is not a criminal act. So, this hypothetical person can validate her claim.” 

“That’s right. You’re doing amazing with these questions. Just need it to stick in your brain, that’s all.” He reassures Y/N with a smile.

The quizzing went on for about thirty minutes, but Hiromi had lost track of time when he felt how tight his cock felt in his slacks. He was sure she had orgasmed multiple times from the vibrating panties just by the way her eyes drooped, her body slouching in the leather seat she was in, and the fact that he could see her hardened nipples through the sports bra after she had unzipped the hoodie of her tracksuit. She had this tendency where if he wasn’t touching her during little sessions, she had to touch herself. Which she did, right across from him—each time he flicked the remove on causing the vibrating on her pussy, she'd pinch her marbled nipples while uttering out a response to a random law question. 

“I think you deserve a break for today. You still have the weekend to study,” He pointed out as he tossed the remote back into its box. “Come here.” 

She’s hesitant at first and Hiromi can tell just by the way her lips part to argue and her eyebrows frown together. She wasn’t sure if she should cave and come forward or stay put just to feel the vibrating in between her thighs again. She knew that he knew she always defied him in some way just to get a rise out of him, but today—it seems her head was screwed on right. After all, Hiromi didn’t have to help Y/N study. Helping her study wasn’t a part of the contract, but he did—in such an odd sexy manner that caused her to be soaked between her thighs. 

As she tiptoed around the wooden desk, she was peeling off her clothes so provocatively that Hiromi couldn’t help but swallow the harsh knot that formed in his throat. He couldn’t wait for himself to be buried so far in between her sumptuous thighs that the only thing he could smell on his top lip was her essence. Hiromi spread his muscular thighs so that she could take place between them—looking down at him like she was Aphrodite and he was a man that she had just placed under a spell due to her elegance. His hand grabs her waist letting his hands caress every bump and curve of her body that he was obsessed with. From the stretch marks that decorate her mahogany skin to the small mole that was right near her belly button. 

“You drive me fuckin’ insane,” Hiromi finds himself saying. His dark eyes scan at how her lips spread into a grin. 

He grabs her, placing her on his desk without a sweat. The sound of textbooks and notebooks echoed through the office as he pulled himself further under the table. Her legs gaped so provocatively that in Hiromi’s mind, the Lady Justice statue on the shelf on his left probably wanted to clutch her pearls. Hiromi placed subtle kisses on her legs starting from her ankle which was decorated bejeweled with a diamond anklet. 

“You’re stalling. You know how much I want you right now, and you’re stalling.” The law student breathes as she leans back on the weight of her arms. 

Hiromi watches as her chest begins to rise rapidly with each kiss growing closer to her pussy. Her words went into one ear and out the other for the lawyer and when he was finally face to face with what his mouth salivated for, his eyes met with hers. Her eyes were pleading for something. A kiss. A nibble. A lick. Hell, even a blow. Anything to soothe the aching feeling on her clit. Y/N’s hand went down to palm at the wetness in between her thighs, so eager and impatient—but the stern lawyer stopped her. 

“Don’t fucking touch yourself, Y/N.” He commands. 

And there goes the tone she was longing for. Oh, that authoritarian tone that made her pussy clench when he used it. She relaxes under his touch and lets him do his work. “If you’re going to take so long, I might as well finish off by myself.” Y/N comments. 

“You talk so much, do you love hearing yourself talk?” 

“And you are doing so much talking for a man whose mouth should be stuffed with my pus—”

Her words were interrupted by the feeling of Hiromi’s tongue dragging upon her panties. He pulled them to the side swiftly and finally was granted what he wanted all along. The flat of his tongue licks up her pussy lips collecting her juices like a man that was deprived of water for days. He moans at the taste of her and his hands grab at her waist to pull her closer. His eyes flutter close as he’s lapping at her puffy pussy lips at the sound of her moans. Her fingers entangled in his hair as her hips grind against his face. She wasn’t sure what was turning her on more. The way his face was buried into her pussy or how attractive it looked as his nose was nuzzling against her pubes. 

“Fuck.” She moans out, her toes curling at the feeling of his tongue flicking her clit. 

Hiromi detaches himself from her briefly, peppering soft kisses on her trembling thighs before devouring her whole again. The thing about Hiromi is that he knew how her body would react to certain things. He knew how her pussy clenched around his cock when he gave her neck a little squeeze. He knew that she was in between a squirter and creamer depending on the task. Squirting when he’s fingering her with a vibrator practically glued upon her clit. Creamer when he’s forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her after begging him to cum inside her (but to Hiromi, having his cum inside her is merely a privilege). So of course, he knew using his tongue to trace alongside the drooling entrance of her pussy was going to have her pushing herself forward for more. The mere feeling of his tongue invading her in such a manner that had her a trembling and whimpering mess was something Hiromi knew about her. 

Hiromi lets out a moan at how good she tastes. The taste of Y/N has graced his tongue countless times and he still ate her out as if it was the best meal he has tasted. With each squirm in his arms, he’s flicking his tongue slower on her clit. With each moan of his name that slips by her plush lips, he’s granting her more licks and sucks. He wanted to see her come undone right here. He could feel it just by the way her thighs were poorly attempting to entrap his head by shutting them. 

He lets out an annoyed sigh after he removes himself from her pussy, “Do you want to cum, Y/N?” 

“I do. I want to cum.” She whines.

“Then fuckin’ act like it.” 

Y/N obediently nods, her snarky comment jammed into her throat before she let Hiromi spread her thighs even wider than what they were before. Her clit throbbing to be in his mouth again and he graciously granted her wish. Like a deprived man, Hiromi snuggled his nose back into her pubes as if he belonged there. Y/N was aware that Hiromi knew she was about to cum. He had this tendency to hold onto her as if she would turn into dust in his arms—as if he didn’t want to let her go. That’s what he was currently doing as her orgasm was spilling over. One hand gripping her in place (that she knew would leave a bruise) and the other palming his hardened cock through his pants.

Just with the flick of his tongue, an explosive feeling causes Y/N to let out a dragged-out moan. Her back lays back on the desk as Hiromi’s tongue helps her ride out the orgasm. Her French pedicured toes curl at the feeling of that fiery pit in her stomach shattering so intensely it brought tears to her eyes. Her fingers tugged at his black strands of hair as if they were a handle holding her up from falling. When she heard him remove himself from her with a pop, Hiromi leaned back in his seat with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

After Y/N came down from the euphoria of cumming in Hiromi’s mouth, she sat up on her elbows with a pleased look on her face. She knew after any sexual intercourse with the high-profile lawyer, he just had to include aftercare in the special package. He may have gotten off at the thought of seeing her tied up with rope, handcuffed to his headboard, or mouth gagged with his cock—but he was very serious when it came to aftercare. The two soon settled for a bath to end the evening. The warmth of the water engulfed their bodies as they were in the large bathtub filled with scented soap and rose petals. Hiromi’s head fell back to be met with the marbled tile and he let out a relaxing sigh, the scent of Y/N lingering on his upper lip and tongue. 

“I have a confession to make..” Y/N leans further back on him, relaxing under the warmth of both the water and Hiromi’s body. 

“Hm.” He hums lightly letting his eyes flutter back open.

“I’m actually well prepared for the bar exam. Took a practice bar exam a week ago and according to my professor—if it was the real one, I would have passed.” She happily sighs letting her fingers play with the bubbles in the tub. 

“What?” Hiromi glares at the back of her head with a displeased look.

“I woke up this morning with a student and tutor sex fantasy, silly.” 

“You will be the death of me.” 

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thanks for reading. <3

[cumonstevie]

"Hello? Who Is This?"

Summary: Steve and your little brother bond via play phone.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff

A/N: I haven't proof-read this yet, so I'll do that when I wake up. I was just excited to FINALLY post something after like, 2 years. I hope you guys like it!

“I hate this,” Steve says as he closes his math book. “I don’t even like math.”

You playfully roll your eyes at your boyfriend before turning them back to your own math book. “Nobody likes math,” you say, “but it’s mandatory so…”

Steve groans and throws himself on your couch, burying his face in the soft cushion. “Can’t we take a little break?”

His words are muffled but you can understand what he’s saying.

“Steve…”

“Pleaseee,” he sits upright and gives you puppy eyes, “We’ve been going at this since school let out.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond when the front door opened and in came your mom with your two year old brother on her hip. Though, if you could respond, you would have said yes to the break.

“Steeb!” your baby brother yelled out as his eyes set on your boyfriend beside you.

He wiggled around in your mom's arms until she set him down and he came running into the living room, completely disregarding you and going over to Steve.

“Hey buddy!” Steve exclaimed happily, lifting him up and giving him a big hug.

Your mom chuckled at your brother’s excitement for the older male as she set down the groceries that were still in her hand. “Hi Steve.”

Steve looks over at your mom and smiles. “Hello Mrs. Y/L/N!”

“I hope you guys had enough time to yourselves because I don’t think Kyle is going to leave you alone.” she chuckles as she watches your brother cuddle up to Steve.

“Y/N’s gonna have to deal with it, I gotta spend time with my best friend now that he’s home, right Ky?” He looks down at your brother and he nods.

“Right!”

You playfully roll your eyes and make your way to the kitchen to help your mother put the groceries away while Steve and Kyle busied themselves playing with the building blocks that were nearby.

About an hour later, your mother took your brother upstairs for a nap so you and Steve could continue to study but this time it was a different subject. However, thirty minutes into Steve quizzing you with flashcards, Kyle comes running down the hall with his play phone in hand and your mom following behind him.

“He only slept for a little bit.” she tells you. “Guess I’ll get started on dinner.”

Your mom disappears into the kitchen and you turn back to Steve.

“Ready for another one?” he asks and you give him a firm nod. “Okay, how does dynamics differ from kinematics?”

You open your mouth to answer but before you could, your brother appears in front of the two of you. Kyle grunts and extends his arm toward Steve, offering him the play phone and Steve doesn’t miss a beat.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” your boyfriend apologizes to you as he takes the play phone from the tiny human in front of him, pressing it up to his ear. “Hello? Who is this?”

Steve stands up and starts pacing the living room with one hand on his hip while your brother stares up at him.

“No I’m sorry I can’t be your best friend, I already have one and he’s standing right next to me.” Steve pauses like someone else is talking on the phone then with a shake of his head, he sinks down to his knees in front of Kyle and passes him the play phone. “Here, talk some sense into him because he’s clearly not understanding what I’m saying.”

Kyle puts the phone to his ear and looks at Steve. “What do I say?”

“Tell him I can’t be his best friend because I’m already your best friend.” he whispers to the two year old.

“Otay.” Kyle whispers before turning his attention to the play phone. “He not your best friend, he mine!” your brother shouts then smiles at Steve. “That good?”

Steve gives your brother a thumbs up. “That’s great buddy.”

Suddenly, Kyle gasps and quickly hands the play phone over to Steve. “He said he want to talk to Steeb!”

He nods and takes the phone with a stern look on his face. “Listen mister, I don’t want to be best friends with you because Kyle is already my best friend, okay? Tell him.”

Steve brings the play phone to your brother where he shouts a “yeah!”

“So don’t call me again, alright? Bye.” He pretends to hang up the phone before handing it back to Kyle. “If he calls back, let me know, okay?”

“Otay!” your brother nods before running off to the kitchen, probably to have your mother speak into the play phone as well.

“Sorry,” Steve says as he grabs the flashcards again. “Some weirdo called wanting to replace Kyle as my best friend. Can you believe that?”

You look at your boyfriend in amusement as you shake your head. “How dare they.”

“Right?” he agrees before shuffling the cards three times.

You giggle at your boyfriend who, only mere seconds ago, was taking role playing on a play phone seriously with your two year old brother. This catches his attention and he looks over at you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you say, “you’re just really good with kids is all.”

Steve shrugged. “I was lonely as a kid. Playing with Kyle is like playing with the sibling I never had.”

You smile and run your fingers through Steve’s hair. “You’ll make a great dad, Stevie.”

“Yeah?” The apples of his cheeks tint pink, “you think so?”

“I know so.”

The two of you look at each other fondly and Steve reaches over to grab your hand, rubbing small circles over it with his thumb.

However, the moment is interrupted by your mother hollering from the kitchen; “As much as I love you, hopefully we won’t find that out any time soon, right Steven?”

He pulls his hand away from yours and sits up straight, clearing his throat. “Right Mrs. Y/L/N! No kids until I graduate and get a well paying job!”

“Good!” your mother calls out, “I’m not trying to be a grandma right now.”

You choke on air when she says this and Steve starts to blush again.

“Moooooommm…”

“What? I’m just saying!”

You shake your head and Steve clears his throat again, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyway, ready for the next question?”

You nod. “I was born ready.”

Steve smiled at you as he pulled a card from the deck and began reading it. “Is condensed matter theory different from information theory? If so, ex-”

“Steeb!” your brother interrupts his question.

“Yeah little dude?” Steve’s attention is fully on the two year old now, flashcards completely forgotten once again.

“Call!” Kyle shouts, thrusting the play phone toward Steve.

“Did he call back?” he asks and your brother nods. “Gimme that,” Steve takes the phone and stands again, this time waving his hand around while he spoke. “I told you not to call me again! What do you not understand about me not wanting to be your best friend? I already have one! You know what-” he takes the play phone away from his ear and passes it to Kyle. “Here, he’s not listening to me. You talk to him.”

Kyle takes it out of Steve’s hand with a scowl and starts going on about how Steve is his best friend and to leave them alone or else while Steve threw in an occasional “yeah!” to support Kyle.

You giggle at the two of them as they continue to argue with the fake person over the play phone. You start to put your notes and flashcards away just as Kyle comes up to you with the play phone.

“For me?” you point to yourself. Kyle nods and you put the phone to your ear. “Hello?” You suddenly gasp and hand the phone back to your brother. “He said he’s gonna take me from you! That I’m gonna be his sister now!”

“No!” Kyle shouts, putting the play phone to his ear. “My sissy! Not yours!” He turns to Steve. “Steeb!”

“I got it,” he takes the phone. “Oh, so not only are you trying to steal me away from my best friend, now you’re trying to steal my girlfriend? I think not! Let me tell you something-”

Your mom watches the three of you play with the two-year-old and she can’t help but smile. Not only does Kyle have an amazing older sister, but he also has an amazing friend who would no doubt do anything for him. Your mother loves that Steve makes you and Kyle happy and hopes that he will stick around for years to come.

Little does she know, he does.

[certifiedbueckethead]

Study Break ✧.*

paige bueckers x college student! reader

warnings: making out, public sex (very much so), fingering, throat fucking,

word count: 1.6k

a/n: honestly one of my shorter ffs but it is what it is lol, also this is just a song rec but it’s also kind of similar to the plot I guess. It’s one of my favs

You stare out of the library’s window, tapping your pen to the table. Summer school just brings another level of boredom, you are dying to go outside and lay in the grass with your friends. It was golden hour, and everything just looked prettier outside. “Y/n, I brought you your iced coffee.”, your best friend Clara had said to you, snapping you out of your daze.

You are both studying for the first session of summer school finals, and have been taking turns bringing each other drinks. Whether it was red bull, coffee, monster or highly caffeinated tea, you both were locking in this entire week. Sure, your digestive systems were suffering the consequences, you just needed to finish off this session strong. You sip your coffee and flip through your digital flashcards when you were interrupted.

“Hey, uh the library is super packed here and you both have an extra two seats at your table, is it chill if we sit here?”, said an extremely tall blonde woman stood in front of you. She was wearing a white crop top and some cargo pants with her iPad in hand, and standing behind her was another girl you didn’t know. They looked familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“No, yeah of course you can sit, we don’t mind.”, Clara said, because you just were staring up at the girl who had asked you. You couldn’t help it, you felt drawn to her pretty blue eyes. You nod aggressively, now embarrassed at the fact that your friend had to answer for you. “Yeah-, yeah of course, I’m sorry.”, you start, motioning to the empty energy drinks in front of you. “My mind is definitely somewhere else today, sorry about that.”, you continue to defend yourself.

“Nah, you’re good ma don’t worry about it. Thanks.”, is all the blonde says to you. You couldn’t help but to sneak a few glances at her. You felt your phone buzz, and you check it.

**Clara Bear**

are you gonna study for organic chem or are you going to continue to stare at Paige Bueckers?

I get it’s pride month, but its also FINALS?

That’s when you realized, they were basketball players at your school. You internally face palm, Paige must think you’re just another one of her fans. You look up at her, and catch her eyes this time.

“So, girl who keeps looking over at me. What’s your name?”, Paige says, keeping her voice low and pushing her chair closer to you, since you are in the library. “Ah, it’s Y/n.”, you say, avoiding her gaze. “Does Y/n know my name perhaps?”, she says, closing your laptop - trying to get your full attention. “Mhm, it’s Paige, you play basketball don’t you?”, you say back, trying not to seem like a fan. It’s not like you were, you didn’t even know her until Clara texted you, you’ve seen her in ads and stuff at your university but nothing like being her fan.

“So uh, me and Y/n will be back. Study break things.”, Paige says, back to her friend and Clara. Clara gives you a look, one that says “don’t get into any trouble” before blowing you a kiss. You scrunch your face and flip her off, giggling. Your best friend knows you too much.

After following Paige out of the library and onto a hill in the field outside, you are finally able to breathe. The air has gotten crisp since the sun is going down, and you take a picture of the sky to capture the moment. Paige is quiet, also enjoying the fresh air. Before you know it, Paige pulls you onto the ground with her and the two of you roll down the hill together. It was calming almost, to have such a release, you felt all the stress that has built up these past few weeks from school leave your body as you laugh along with Paige. When you reach the bottom of the hill, you were laying in the grass, inches away from her face.

Paige’s blue eyes looked back into yours, before looking down at your lips and back to your eyes. Your breathing shortens, you’ve never even been this close to a girl before. Yes, you know you’re as gay as it comes but doesn’t mean you have had any experience. You spent all your time either studying or with your best friend, too scared to venture into the world of dating more or less kissing pretty girls you’ve just met. But you give in, give into the space between the two of you and your heart is beating out of your chest as Paige connects her lips with yours. The sky is a deep pink and purple colour as the sun sets, and Paige snakes her arm around your waist, under your shirt. You find it difficult to stop, to remove your lips from hers. She pulls away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips together still. She doesn’t stop smiling at you and move, straddling her whilst she is still laying down in the grass and kiss her again. Between kisses, you ask, “this okay?”, and Paige reaches up and holds the side of your face, pulling you as close to her as she can.

Before you know it, Paige is holding your hand and dragging you back into the library, but into the top floor, the farthest set of bookshelves from the door. She pushes you against the bookshelf and begins to kiss your neck. Her hand glides under your shirt, against your stomach and soon finds the clasp of your bra and undoes it easily. Like she’s done it a million of times. Her lips don’t leave your collarbones and Paige lifts your up onto the ledge in front of the window. Your back presses against the glass and your legs wrap around her torso, pulling her close into you. From the smell of her perfume and the taste of her sweet sweet lip gloss, you can’t help but take everything in. Paige undoes her ponytail, letting her hair fall down onto her shoulders and looks down at you. “You haven’t had much to say ma, is this alright with you?”, she asks you, gently. You nod, knowing that whatever is about to happen is what you want. Looking up at her, you bring your hand to the back of her neck and she kisses you with as much desperation as you have. She separates you, only for a moment to replace her lips that were against with yours with two of her fingers.

You suck against them, the two long digits she has in your mouth, looking into her eyes. You can’t help but bring your hand down and rub your clit through your shorts. You moan against her fingers and she uses her free hand to move your hand that’s pleasing yourself and brings you down from the ledge to replace it with her knee. She starts to fuck your throat with her fingers and you are impatiently rubbing yourself against her knee. You close your eyes, to take in all the pleasure you are feeling when Paige whispers into your ear, “I’m going to need you to look at me sweetheart.”, and your eyes meet hers and you almost finish at the sight. She is looking at you like you’re worth risking everything to be caught in the library. She holds your waist with her free hand to stop you and you let out a loud whine and you are quick to cover your mouth. You didn’t even know you could make such noises and you start to feel the anxiety of getting caught. But somehow, it was making you even more needy and you didn’t want to stop. Paige slides her two wet fingers into your shorts, pushing aside your underwear and rubbing your clit gently. You don’t even have time to be embarrassed by how soaked your underwear was. You wrap your arms around the back of her neck and rest your head on her shoulder, moaning quietly as she takes her time to please you. “Paige please…”, is all you can say before she slides both fingers into your drenched cunt.

“You’re such a good slut for me, taking two of my fingers ma…. can you take three?”, she asks, her voice quiet enough for just you to hear. You moan in response, but that’s not good enough for Paige. “Use your words, or I will have to stop.”, she tells you.

“Please, I can take one more just put it in please.”, you say, trying your best to be clear and not make any other lewd sounds.

Paige slides a third finger into you and you rock your hips against her hand that’s place on her knee, so you could feel her fingers go deeper into you. Struggling to keep quiet, you suck on Paiges neck and you feel yourself get closer. You pill your lips away from the blondes neck, not mentioning how deep red the pretty bruise you left on her neck were. “Paige please.”, is all you say before giving her a look. “You can finish whenever you’d like sweetheart.”, she tells you and you move your hips faster as Paige shoves her fingers into you deeper and suddenly your gasping out for air as you cum all over her fingers and knee.

You take a few seconds to catch your breath and Paige sucks on her fingers quietly.

“You taste so good, we are definitely going to have to do this again sometime soon please.”, Paige tells you, and you look up at her and before you know it you’re reaching for her chin and kissing her.

“I’d like that.”, is all you say before standing up. You end up going to the bathroom to clean up the mess you made on Paige’s pants though she insisted she could do it herself.

Maybe this could be more than just a study distraction. Maybe she could be something more.

[stars-tonight]

hi! congrats on 100 followers!!! 🎉🥳 for the event could i do milkshakes and gossip pls? thank you! ^^

STUDY DATE (FT. SAKUSA KIYOOMI)

milkshake -> sakusa kiyoomi

gossip -> study date

synopsis: one would think sakusa kiyoomi would be decent at studying. pre-timeskip, pre-established relationship, fluff

word count: 610

“come on, ‘omi, you have to focus.” you gently tap your boyfriend’s homework, which is spread out--undone, mind you--across his desk. sakusa is mindlessly spinning his pencil around in his hand, staring out the window. he had asked you to come over to his house to help him study today. you had agreed, although you’re starting to think you definitely should’ve guessed beforehand that no homework would be done on sakusa’s part.

sakusa blinks as you bring him back down to earth. “huh? oh.” he scowls as he looks away from the window and back down at his papers. “i am focusing.”

you sigh, exasperated. he had been staring at his english worksheet for the past hour. you had already finished your chemistry lab and your history homework. you have to put your foot down. “if you don’t start focusing, i won’t come to your game tomorrow. and i know it’s an important one.” itachiyama is set to play fukurōdani, another huge powerhouse team from tokyo, tomorrow, for a spot at this year’s spring nationals tournament.

sakusa’s eyes snap over to you. “you can’t do that,” he complains. “you promised you’d come to all of my games. and we’re almost at the finals.”

if there was one thing you would never think you’d see sakusa kiyoomi do, it was puppy dog eyes. but the look he gives you right now might just count. “i’m not good at english,” he mutters. “and you’re not helping me anymore.”

you sigh again. “i gave you all of my vocab flashcards two weeks ago,” you say. “it’s your job to actually look at them. if you don’t look at them, of course you’re not going to learn anything, and of course you’re going to have trouble doing the homework.”

sakusa rolls his eyes. “japanese people don’t need to know english,” he insists. “i’m not planning on going abroad after high school. i’ll play for the japanese team. i’m not like wakatoshi-kun, he’s planning on going to europe.”

“ushijima-san is going to europe?” you set down your pencil and lean forward in interest. “to play volleyball?”

“he’s considering it,” sakusa says. “he told me he’s received some offers and is looking into a team in poland. but he’ll probably stay in japan for a few years after graduation before going abroad.”

“poland? can he even speak polish?”

“no. he’ll have to spend a few years learning.”

“see,” you say, “even ushijima-san is going to learn another language. and before you say that it’s for his career, you have to learn english for school. it’s similar. so focus. come on.” you tap his paper again.

he sighs roughly. “five more minutes,” he bargains. “tell me what you’re working on now.” he eyes your paper.

“statistics,” you say. “you know, normal distributions, standard deviations?” your eyes sparkle. “it’s one of my favorite subjects.”

sakusa definitely doesn’t know. but it’s a strategy to waste time and stall before you get on him again about doing his work. and you’re interested in it.

“oh, yeah?” he sets his pencil down. “read me some stats.”

that’s not exactly how it works, but you don’t tell him that. “hmm, let’s see. . .” you twirl your pencil around your fingers and tap your chin with it thoughtfully. “there’s a ten percent chance you’ll finish your homework on time, and a ninety percent chance you’ll get over twenty-five kills tomorrow, and a zero percent chance that i’ll miss your game. and. . .”

“and?” sakusa prompts.

you look at him slyly. “and a hundred percent chance that, even though you’re awful at studying and don’t know how to say ‘stupid’ in english, i love you.”

[agi-ppangx]

💭right person, wrong time (100 followers special)

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

“you should definitely go,” chan said quietly, his voice strained and filled with misery. you didn't say anything back, quietly fighting the tears angrily wailing in your eyes.

you two were lying on the beach, listening to waves hitting the shore. the sea was restless that day - as if it sensed your mood. you were cuddled with him on a small blanket you took from the car, surrounded by his cologne, the scent you knew all too well and loved even more. 

you'd just told him about the offer you received a few days before. you were given this huge opportunity which could possibly change your entire career for better. though there was something that made this whole thing a bit less exciting. yes, you got into a one-year program for aspiring scientists, but it was taking place in canada. but who would reject such a great opportunity to finally spread their wings? who would even question whether to go or not? well, that would be you. of course, it was huge and it could quite literally change your whole life - better income, bigger knowledge, more opportunities to work with respected scientists in the future. but then there was chan. 

you two met almost five years earlier. you were friends with felix, who happened to be chan’s friend as well, so it was natural for the two of you to meet up at different occasions. and the bond between you grew and grew. he would help you to figure out how to write an essay for a particularly mean lecturer even though he knew shit about the topic. and he would always bring you snacks and coffee for your late study sessions, helping you to write and cut the flashcards and proofread your drafts to check if there are any typos and grammar mistakes. but you two would also enjoy mundane activities such as going to the movies or cooking together. you would spare shy glances at him when he wasn’t looking just to admire him. in the meantime he shared his love for music with you, creating you various playlists for different occasions and playing piano for you. he'd never told you before, but with you he felt safe, as if any worries in his life disappeared when you approached him, you were his haven. and over the time you realised that you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore - his shiny eyes, soft smile and unique worldview made you fall in love with him too. of course, you hadn’t figured it out in a few days, you simply couldn’t. but after what seemed like eternity you both sorted things out in your heads and a week ago you finally talked about it. and when you thought that everything in your life was coming together the offer came and you started questioning every single decision you have ever made. you thought about how are you going to tell chan about it - you knew he would be supportive, of course he would. and you loved that about him. but deep down you were hoping, just a little bit, that he’s going to be selfish this time, that he’s going to tell you “please stay here with me”. but he simply couldn’t, he knew this was too big for you to let it go. 

“you do want to go, right?” he then asked, there was panic in his voice at your lack of response. why was he panicked? “i guess so…” you finally mumbled, not sure at the moment. all you knew is that you wanted to be where you were right now - in chan’s arms, surrounded by his warm body and this pretty cologne. 

“what do you mean? i mean, you love your job, it’s a great offer. i’m pretty sure not everyone got it” he spoke again, trying to help you, convince you that this is what you should do right now. in reality he tried to convince himself, not wanting to say anything that could discourage you from going. of course he wanted you to make your dreams happen, your happiness was his happiness. but why now? 

"sure, i love my job, i just… now i wanna be here, with you," you mumbled, cheeks rosy. suddenly you felt embarrassed, because who on earth would put a boy over a great career? 

but chan wasn't just a boy, he was a person you could quite literally see your future with. it didn't matter that you weren't really in a real relationship yet, you both knew it was just a formality now. "hey, yn, i'm not mad that you're leaving now. i want you to be happy and i know this is gonna make you happy, yeah?" he whispered, his voice getting weaker and weaker with every word. you suddenly got up, breaking free from his warm embrace. "you know what would make me happy now? being here, with you," you shouted, angry tears welling in your eyes. "going to the convenience store at 2am to buy some snacks, watching a new movie on netflix and cuddling on a sunday morning. you would make me really happy now," you whispered the last words, feeling defeated. what was the point of lying? he knew how you felt towards him. 

the tears started falling down your face and you started to shiver from the cold wind. chan didn't waste time, he got up as well and brought you to his chest, hugging tightly, and started rubbing soothing circles on your back. he muttered sweet nothing into your hair, kissing your forehead from time to time. but you couldn't calm down, not now. you wanted to let out your anger and misery, wanted the whole world to know how deeply hurt you're right now. you wanted to scream on the top of your lungs at whoever was up there, cursing at them for putting you in this situation. 

but you sobbed into chan's chest instead, desperately clutching at his hoodie. you were like a porcelain doll, fragile and defenseless. 

"it sucks, you know? i-i really thought we could be together but-" you hiccuped through tears. at this point your head hurt, your eyes stung and you grew more and more tired. "it's okay, i'll wait for you however long you want me to" chan interrupted you, sensing your pain. it was hard for him too, knowing he has to set you free and let you spread your wings. how bittersweet, chan thought. he was willing to wait for you, but god, was he impatient by nature. he wanted to kiss you hungrily, clutch into your clothes and never let go. but now it would only broke the two of you even more and he was not letting it happen. 

you stayed like this for a long time, over the time your broken sobs stopped, but you didn't let go of chan, clutching to him like a koala. he was quiet, running his fingers through your hair. 

"i don't want you to regret going, yn" chan spoke suddenly, his voice barely above the whisper. "i don't mind waiting, i just want you to go there and make your dream come true, 'cause seeing you happy will make me happy." you sighed and finally looked up to make eye contact with chan. "you know i love you, right?" chan was caught of guard by your words, but he smiled nonetheless. he nodded and placed a soft kiss on your temple. "i will come back and when i do i'll make sure to compensate you this year," you exclaimed, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it. 

a few days later chan accompanied you to the airport. you didn't want to let go of his hand, as if he was going to disappear as soon as you do. but the time didn't stop for the two of you and you had to say your goodbyes. "can i kiss you?" chan asked you and you looked at him. "not now. if you do, i won't go anywhere." he only smiled sadly at your words but nodded his head. he understood. with that you pecked his cheek instead and let go of his hand with tears in your eyes. "see you soon, chan" you whispered. "see you soon, yn".

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[moonstruckme]

hi!! i would just like to send a request for a remus lupin × reader... the reader is trying to teach him another language they are fluent in ( pref. french but if not that's fine ) and rem is struggling a bit. take the idea wherever you want!

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I don't know any french, so the translations may not be the besttt (and I tried to make it somewhat comprehensible for others who don't speak french either, but sorry if you have to use translate!) but I hope you like it :)

Cw: light (practially implied) smut

Remus Lupin x gn!reader ♡ 580 words

It had begun with a slip, in the heat of the moment. You'd been all dizzy with love and pleasure, babbling and making nonsensical sounds, when you'd called Remus mon chou. It had been thoughtless, one in a string of endearments and encouragements as you tipped over the edge, but when you were both catching your breath a few minutes later, Remus had asked about it.

"What was that you called me..." he hesitated. "Mon chew?"

You'd laughed at his butchering of the term, but had refused to tell him what it meant. Remus is so often the one with the intellectual high ground, and you’re self-aware enough to admit that you got a bit of wicked enjoyment out of letting him wonder about something you knew and he didn’t.

That high had lasted all the way until the next afternoon.

"Hello, cabbage," Remus had greeted you as you'd come into the room, not looking up from his book.

You'd halted. "What?"

He'd carefully folded over a corner to keep his place before closing the book, meeting your confused gaze with his smug one. "Cabbage. That's what we're calling each other now, isn't it? Mon chou?"

You'd laughed. "It's not supposed to be an insult. It's a term of endearment."

"Doesn't sound much like 'handsome' or 'darling' to me." Remus had rolled his eyes, but his smile let you know he was only teasing. "I want to know what you're saying to me. Teach me some?"

And however much you'd liked to lord your French over him, you enjoyed sharing it with Remus even more. Soon your apartment was covered in flashcards showing translations for things like "microwave" or "television," and when you were home, Remus insisted you speak to him exclusively in French. That was how you'd learnt it in school, and for you, it made for excellent practice. Remus, however, wasn't catching on as quickly as either of you had hoped, and for him, it could be a bit of an inconvenience.

"Amour," he calls now. "Où est le...uh, broom?"

"Le balai," you tell him gently. "Le balai est dans le placard près du réfrigérateur."

Remus only purses his lips, making no move to go retrieve it.

You give him an apologetic look. That was an awfully advanced sentence. "It's in—"

"No, don't tell me," he cuts you off, brows furrowing in concentration. "The broom, something something...the refridgerator? The last word was refridgerator, yeah?"

You nod, trying not to smile.

Remus nods back seriously. "I'll find it." He goes and opens the refridgerator, looking inside confusedly, and he doesn't stop you when you follow him, reaching around him to pass him the broom from the cabinet nearby.

"Merci," he says, though it sounds more like mercy in his heavy accent.

"Bien sûr." You grin up at him. "Don't worry, you're—"

Remus gives you a look so scandalized you're not entirely convinced it's warranted by your situation. "Français s'il vous plaît—"

"Remus, let me talk to you!" you laugh. "I'm only saying that you're getting really good."

Remus beams at your praise, the sight making that ever-present spark of adoration in your chest flare up. What a nerd. "Thanks, love. You mean it?"

"Oui," you promise. "We'll make a fluent speaker of you yet, ma puce."

Remus looks down at you, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What's that one mean?"

You take the broom from him, humming in faux disapproval. "Guess you'll have to figure it out."

[iaure]

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝗿

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthe dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor

this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series. roadmap for future dearest parts with dates

yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city.

tw: general yandere behaviour, stalking, harassment, ptsd, entrapment, delusional thinking

notes: the formatting will be slightly different in some parts, as using the headcanon format with dialogue can feel quite clunky.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ guess who's back?!?!?! muerte is here and ready to rumble!! minor hiatus over - and I'm coming in swinging! melania content is going to follow shortly, as I missed it on my roadmap, but i wanted to prioritise this!! wahh!!!! ᏊΦ ꈊ ΦᏊ

this couldn't ever possibly be enough.

♡ you were so close to him.

♡ for the first time in so long, you weren't hidden away, like some fairy tale.

♡ your face was certainly something-a mix of horror, confusion, and what he was sure was simply complicated happiness, not disgust.

♡ but Leon didn't mind, nor care.

♡ this would go swimmingly!!

♡ he'd gotten all dolled up and everything.

♡ there was no coworker to hide you away. no job to steal your time.

♡ it was just him and you! alone! in your apartment!

♡ his joy was practically overflowing.

♡ he knew you'd understand!

♡ you were so sweet, so kind...there was no way you wouldn't!

♡ at your silence, he realised you were most likely nervous.

♡ after all, saying 'we need to talk' is always scary.

♡ you were probably worried sick that he was upset with you! that he was angry that you couldn't see him!

♡ but he'd never be angry at you. never.

♡ "i'm not mad at you! i swear!"

♡ he gave you the best smile he could, despite his heart launching into his throat.

♡ you were too cute!

♡ he was gonna date you, marry you, woo you, sweep you off your feet, get a house together-

♡ "get out of my apartment."

♡ the vitriol in your tone was enough to make his heart drop to his shoes.

♡ where did this come from?

♡ it made his stomach churn.

♡ all he did was love you. how would that garner such anger?

♡ the fantasy of how this would play out began to tear at the seams.

♡ he knew that you had no pity or love for him, in that second.

♡ he didn't understand how this could've started off so poorly, but he knew that he needed to get out what he needed to say now.

♡ "wait, wait, please!" he begged. "please, i just need you to listen to me!"

♡ your face shifted into something uncomfortable, like you were watching a bug, and he felt so...small.

♡ why did you feel this way about him? what did he do wrong?

♡ he wanted to crawl into a hole and die, just from the sheer pity and disgust of your gaze alone.

♡ you crossed your arms.

♡ "then talk."

♡ he immediately been pooling out his confession, stuttering and stumbling over his own words and embarrassment.

♡ he could barely hear what he was saying, let alone you possibly understanding it.

♡ he was functioning purely off of fear now, ready to sob and beg to whatever higher power that he had a chance.

♡ you put your hand up. "i don't understand gibberish."

♡ the force with which Leon's jaw clamped shut was biblical.

♡ he felt like a puppy who'd been chastised, wanting nothing more than to please you, to make you happy.

♡ his brain ran completely blank. he didn't what to say, what to do, how to fix this.

♡ wait! the flashcards!

♡ he began fumbling into his pockets, yanking out the flashcards. but some fell out of his hands, some were upside down, and others were smudged.

♡ it felt like the world was ending.

♡ you were watching him, and the sheer humiliation of it all felt like his entire existence was for naught.

♡ no, no. he couldn't give up. you gave him a chance, and if he blew it, he'd never forgive himself.

♡ he had this one opportunity.

♡ he stared up at you, at how you towered over him while he was sitting. you were so...perfect. how could he compare?

♡ he took a deep breath. he needed to calm down. calm...

♡ and he knew what he had to do.

♡ "i love you!"

♡ he was sure that his honesty would win you over, would bring back your love for him.

♡ but you raised an eyebrow, and he could only stare in horror.

♡ "and why does that warrant you breaking in?"

♡ your line of questioning made his heart fall into the earth's crust.

♡ he could only gape for a second, trying to realise just where along the line this went so wrong.

♡ it totally wasn't when he barricaded you in with him, right?

♡ "i...i needed to talk to you. and you've been avoiding me, so..."

♡ your frown was worse than any kind of possible nightmare he could have.

♡ "and how does that translate into you harassing me? stalking me? scaring the hell out of me?"

♡ the guilt was eating him alive. he absolutely, totally, completely went about this the wrong way, and now he's paying for it.

♡ you get up to move, and instantly, he knew it was now or never.

♡ if he let you get any further away, then he'd be giving up.

♡ he made an unceremonious dive for your legs, praying and sobbing against everything that you wouldn't just kick him in the shins.

Leon looked up at you, at how your face contorted into confused disgust. You looked at him as though he were nothing more than the dirt under your feet. And he hated to admit just how much he liked it. You were looking at him. It was everything. The smell of you overwhelmed him, eyes wide and a flush on his cheeks.

"Please! Please don't!" He hated just how much this made his heart thunder in his chest. You were looking at him. All he wanted was your eyes on him, all the time. If you looked away, he'd just...die. It'd be all over. Look at him, every day, please? "If you leave, I'll die! My heart would just stop beating! I can't live without you! You're everything to me! You're my world, and-! Please!"

You looked at him, scanning over his face as your nose scrunched up. Your mouth was slightly askew, tired from your work and from Leon...and you were perfect. Tears came to his eyes from just how overwhelming the entire situation was. This was the closest he'd been to you since you let him sleep in your bed. He knew he needed you to move, to get away from anywhere away from him.

He stood, gently tracing his hand up your body as he began to lead you back to the couch. Your movements were so slow, so uncertain...but that was alright. This was all about you and ensuring your own sense.

He had to come clean.

♡ he confessed to having known you on the internet, even back then.

♡ the look on your face was...something. you didn't seem as surprised as he thought you would be.

♡ he confessed to having come into your home before. he admitted to snagging some of his own prizes, to indulging a bit. he admitted to making sure you got home safe, in his own way.

♡ there was a lot he confessed, but he didn't particularly care or mind.

♡ he could see you think, could see your opinion shift in and out as he spoke.

♡ he wasn't sure what all your thoughts were. but you didn't look at him with disgust anymore.

♡ it leaned more towards pity, truthfully, but he certainly didn't mind.

♡ you didn't hate him anymore.

♡ this had gone the absolute best way possible.

Leon kept on talking, praying that the more he did, the more likely you were to love him back. To give him the dedication he gave you. All he ever wanted was you. If you'd feed him even a sliver of that...he'd be happy beyond belief.

"I've loved you for...god, so long now. It's been months, I think. You were always just so nice, even to people you didn't know, you know?" He played with his hands, hoping that you'd take what he said to heart. "Back on the forum, I didn't like that you were trying to help everyone by yourself. And you were always so sweet when you responded to me. It felt like I knew you my entire life. The people from Raccoon City, the people that know what happened...it's really a world of it's own."

The memories of what had happened, those he met. Those he left behind. Marvin. Ada. Those that he failed. There was nothing that could even come close, Leon was sure of that.

"Trying to save those two...I never said their names, did I? Sherry and Claire. Sherry was maybe ten, I think. She was under my care for a while, and I saw how the outbreak was scary. Caring for someone like that is scary. And you were trying to do it for so many people. I wanted to help you."

"You know stalking someone is scary?" You looked up at him with those pretty eyes, but your voice was gentle now. Sweet, succulent, worried. He cast his head down in shame.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm sorry."

"When you sent those messages, I was scared shitless, Leon." Your voice was firm, but quiet, trying to get the point across. "I thought you were going to kill me or kidnap me or something."

"Never!" Leon's heart leapt back to his throat at the idea. He'd rather die than any harm come to you, at all, ever. "I'd never do that! Swear to god! I wouldn't ever hurt you! I just-! I was scared. Scared that you hurt yourself, or something. I wanted to respect your privacy for as long as possible, but...I really wasn't sure what happened."

You stayed quiet, and the fear of you getting mad again began to well up.

"And I love you. I really do." Leon bit his lip, trying not to cry again. "I know I didn't really talk about my family."

"Mhm." Your eyes flicked across his face, he saw, and he couldn't help the flush. "You knew all about mine."

"I'm sorry."

"Your family?"

"They're...well, my parents died when I was a kid. And a cop took me in. And there was a lot of people liked me when I was a teenager for my looks, and it really messed me up. Literally right before the outbreak, I had just broken up with my girlfriend."

You raised an eyebrow and Leon faltered. Maybe you were the jealous type. Maybe you didn't like that he had a girlfriend.

"Am I a rebound or something?"

"No! No! I didn't mean it like that!" Leon felt like shrieking, trying to temper his voice but horrified at the idea that you'd think you were a rebound. His ex couldn't possibly begin to compare to you, in your divine glory. "She didn't really seem to love me, and I wanted someone who wanted more than just a guy who was nice-looking. And you were nice to me when you didn't even know who I was. And you were nice to me at the bakery, and during the power outage, and it was just a lot."

A lot. That was one way to put it.

You finally spoke, and your hands reached forward a bit to actually hold Leon's. He gave a stuttering gasp, and his eyes went wide. You were touching him. He wasn't forcing it. He wasn't reaching over for you. It was you. All you. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to hold his hand. You wanted him! You wanted him!!

"What do you want out of this?"

"What?" He had to snap out of the haze of you holding his hand, tilting his head. "What?"

"You came in today hoping for an outcome." Your words were stiff, almost practiced. "What's that outcome? The best case scenario?"

Leon went still. What did he want? The best outcome was that the two of you would date, be wed, have a house, share insurance, get two cars, and Leon would come home to you, and...well. Maybe capping it at marriage was the smart idea.

"I want to marry you."

"No."

"Okay." He gave a bitter chuckle at your quick response, face falling with a wince. That was...to be expected. Of course you'd say no. You were the practical type.

"However."

"However?!" He gasped, lighting back up again. However what! He felt like a dog, with someone opening a bag of treats.

"I'm open to dating-"

Yes!!!

God loved Leon. He was the world's favourite person. He was the luckiest man to breathe. The possibility that you would even entertain the thought of dating him was everything. He could touch you. Hug you. Kiss you! Hold you! Hug you! He thought of hugging twice, but the idea was just too good to pass up. He scooped you up into his arms, cheering as calmly as he possibly could.

"I'll be the best boyfriend ever, I promise! I'll do everything for you, I'll move in right away-or you can move in with me! We'll figure it out! I love you! I'm so excited! This is the best day of my life! I love you so much!"

"L-Leon!" You gasped, trying to get some words out past his bear hug. "On some conditions!"

Leon let you go, keeping his hands on your arms. His grin was like the sun opening up. If you asked him for the moon on a ring, he'd like the band with the stars and forge it all with the sun and make metal out of the night sky. He'd do anything.

"Of course! Anything!"

"One-don't threaten Selia."

"Who?" He paused. He knew only of a handful of people, but Selia wasn't a name he recalled.

"My coworker?" At your words, Leon's eyes went wide, with a 'ooohhh'. "I, believe or not, like hanging out with her."

"Okay." Leon nodded.

"Stop stealing my stuff. Ask first."

"Sounds good!"

"And just walk me home. Don't stalk me."

"I mean, I was doing that before..."

"Don't sass me."

"You're the boss!" Leon leaned down to kiss you, the joy in his heart about to make him combust. If he was going to die of joy, he wanted to sneak a kiss in first, so he can say he had the single greatest experience mankind could possibly achieve. But when he closed his eyes, he felt something that wasn't quite your soft lips. It was the palm of your hand, a bit sweaty against his mouth. He opened his eyes, blinking fast and still on top of the world.

"Mmh mmh? (Too soon?)"

"Yes, Leon. Too soon."

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could you do ❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜ and ❛ kiss me again. ❜ with hunter from tbb?? 🥺

A Moment of Silence

Summary: You and Hunter are quick to deny anything between you two, even with Omega's insistence.

Word Count: 3.2k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!reader

Notes: thank you to anon for requesting this! this is my first time writing a reader fic so hopefully it's okay. it does use she/her pronouns, but i'm going to try and get better at making it gender neutral. enjoy!

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Hunter watched as you talked animatedly to Tech, your hands moving around with every word you spoke, and occasionally Tech would glance up from his datapad to respond to you.

The blue lights of hyperspace always seemed to contrast your skin and energy perfectly. Hunter couldn't help but smile as he observed you interacting with Tech. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and even though he couldn't hear the specifics of your conversation over the ship's hum, he could tell you were engaged. He leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed, content to watch you for a moment longer.

Omega, perched nearby, glanced at Hunter and then at you with a mischievous grin. "You know, Hunter, if you keep staring like that, everyone's going to figure out that you've got a soft spot for her."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, Omega."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, sure. Just like you didn't know how to fix that engine last week until she showed you."

Hunter's lips twitched into a half-smile. "She's resourceful. Knows her stuff."

Omega nodded knowingly. "Uh-huh. And you're just really interested in her knowledge of ship mechanics, right?"

“Well, she is a mechanic.” Hunter responded.

You had been originally working with Rex, helping him with small things like fixing his ship and piloting it. But then when you had met the squad and Omega, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the boys who knew nothing about women.

And while they were doing a fine job of taking care of Omega, you knew that it wouldn’t hurt for you to give them a helping hand.

“Yeah, but all you needed to do was connect some wires, which I’ve seen you do on your own before.” Omega shot back, taking a seat next to Hunter.

"Yeah, well, maybe I just enjoy her company," Hunter countered with a playful smirk, his gaze flickering towards where you were still engrossed in conversation with Tech.

Omega snickered, nudging Hunter's arm. "Sure, sure. Company. Right."

Hunter chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She's just easy to talk to, that's all."

Omega's grin widened mischievously. "And she's not bad to look at either, right?"

"Omega," Hunter warned, trying to hide his amusement.

"She's like sunshine on this ship," Omega continued, unabashed. "Always bringing a smile to everyone's face. Even Crosshair cracks a grin when she's around."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his expression softening as he watched you. "She's got a way about her. Makes things feel lighter."

Omega leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "So, when are you going to make a move?"

Hunter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know, Omega. It's complicated."

"Complicated how?" Omega pressed, genuinely curious.

"It's just... timing, I guess," Hunter explained vaguely. "We've got a lot going on right now."

Omega rolled her eyes. "There's always something going on. You can't keep waiting forever."

Hunter glanced at Omega, grateful for her straightforwardness. "I know."

"Just don't take too long," Omega advised, nudging him again. "You might miss your chance." Omega stood up, skipping into the cockpit where you and Tech were. “Starry! Can you help me with my homework?”

Tech adjusted his goggles, “your homework is your homework, you are supposed to do it on your- ”

You scoffed, standing up and patting Tech’s shoulder, “want to do flashcards? Or a pop quiz? I can give you some tricks on how to remember Imperial ships.” You asked Omega, cutting off Tech’s sentence.

Omega grinned mischievously, jumping at the chance to avoid her homework. "Ooh, tricks? Like what?"

You leaned in conspiratorially, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Hunter wasn't listening too closely. "Alright, here's a tip. The Imperial Star Destroyers? Think of them like giant flying triangles with a gazillion guns. If you imagine them like that, you'll never forget."

Tech, ever the factual one, chimed in with his usual precision. "Actually, their geometric structure adheres more closely to a quadrilateral than a triangle, and their armament- "

You interrupted with a playful eyeroll. "Tech, I'm trying to simplify things here, not go into architectural specifications."

Omega giggled, clearly enjoying the banter between you and Tech. "You make learning fun, Starry."

Tech adjusted his goggles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Indeed. Your educational methods are unconventional but effective."

Hunter observed the exchange with a fond smile, leaning against the wall nearby. "See? I told you she's good with them."

Omega nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, she's way better than Crosshair at explaining stuff."

Hunter chuckled. "Well, Crosshair's got other talents."

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you at the camaraderie. It had been a few months since you joined the squad, and despite the challenges and dangers, moments like these made it feel like you were part of a makeshift family.

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After completing their mission for Cid, which was just recovering some sort of chest, you and Omega sat in the parlor while the guys gave the chest to Cid and received the payment.

Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair stood around the chest, engaged in a serious discussion with Cid about the details of their payment. Meanwhile, you and Omega found a quiet corner to relax, away from the business dealings but still within earshot of the ongoing conversation.

Omega flopped down onto a worn-out couch, kicking her legs back and forth. "That was easy, huh? Just grab a chest and boom, job's done."

You chuckled softly, sinking into an adjacent armchair. "Sometimes the simple ones are the most satisfying. No complications, no surprises."

"Yeah, but surprises can be fun sometimes," Omega replied with a mischievous grin. "Like when Tech accidentally set off that alarm on Corellia. That was hilarious."

You grinned, recalling the incident. "Tech's face was priceless. I think he's still figuring out how he managed to activate a security protocol just by trying to hack into a data terminal."

Omega laughed, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I think Echo was about to burst a fuse trying not to laugh too hard."

The banter between you and Omega was easy, filled with shared experiences and the camaraderie of being part of the same makeshift family.

Across the room, Hunter caught your eye briefly before returning his attention to the conversation with Cid and the others. He seemed deep in discussion, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. It wasn't lost on you how his presence anchored the group, his leadership and steady demeanor keeping them together through thick and thin.

"So," Omega began, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "what's the deal with you and Hunter?"

You raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

Omega rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. You know what I mean. You two have been dancing around each other for months now."

You chuckled softly, not quite sure what Omega was talking about. You liked Hunter, but only as a friend. Though, it was quite confusing as to why your stomach seemed to flip when you were in his presence. "We're friends. Teammates."

Omega smirked knowingly. "Sure, sure. Just friends."

"It's not like that," you insisted, though a small part of you knew she was onto something. Hunter's presence had grown more significant to you over time, his protective instincts and quiet strength drawing you in despite the complications of their missions.

"Uh-huh," Omega teased, nudging your arm. "You're both hopeless."

Before you could respond, Wrecker's booming voice cut through the air as he exclaimed triumphantly, "Got the payment! Let's celebrate with some Mantell Mix!"

Echo and Crosshair exchanged amused glances, knowing Wrecker's fondness for the local snack. They joined in, laughing and teasing Wrecker as they prepared to wind down from their mission.

Hunter approached you and Omega with a small smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before addressing Omega. "You finish your homework?"

Omega rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yes, Starry made me do flashcards."

You chuckled, amused by Omega's playful exaggeration. "Hey, learning doesn't have to be boring."

"Tell that to Tech," Omega quipped, earning a mock glare from Tech himself as he passed by with a datapad in hand.

You noticed how Hunter rubbed his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the beginning of an overstimulation headache, probably caused by all the shouting Wrecker did during the mission, complaining about heights.

"Hey, I think I left something on the Marauder," you said, looking up at Hunter with a sheepish smile.

Hunter's brow furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his eyes as he took in your expression. "What did you leave?"

You shrugged lightly. "Just some tools. I was fixing the comm array earlier, and I might have forgotten them."

His expression softened, and he nodded. "Alright, I'll come with you."

You led the way back through the ship, weaving between crates and equipment until you reached the Marauder's storage area. It was quieter here, away from the bustling activity in the parlor where the rest of the squad was celebrating their successful mission.

"I'll just grab them real quick," you said, stepping into the storage compartment. You rummaged through a toolbox, searching for the tools you had used earlier. It was true, you were fixing the comm array earlier, but really you just wanted to take Hunter away from the loud noises.

Hunter leaned against the wall of the ship and closed his eyes. Being away from the crowds of the inner city made his headache lessen, if only slightly.

As he stood there, taking a moment to collect himself, he heard your footsteps approaching from behind. Opening his eyes, he turned to see you with a toolbox in hand, a faint smile on your lips.

"Found them," you said, holding up the tools triumphantly. "Forgot I left them here."

Hunter nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Good. Wouldn't want to leave anything behind."

You stepped closer, standing on the wall across from him. The ship's low hum filled the quiet space between you, a comforting background to the rare moment of solitude.

"Thanks for coming with me," you said softly, glancing up at him.

"Anytime," Hunter replied, meeting your gaze. There was a warmth in his eyes that sent a flutter through your chest, a feeling you tried to ignore.

The moment lingered, both of you caught in a silent exchange of unspoken thoughts and emotions. Hunter was normally composed, steady in the face of danger, but something about being alone with you seemed to soften his edges.

"You doing okay?" you asked, breaking the quiet.

"Yeah," Hunter answered, his voice low. "Just needed a moment away from all the noise."

You nodded in understanding. "I get that."

There was a pause, filled only with the sound of your breathing and the distant murmur of the celebrations continuing in the parlor. Hunter shifted slightly, his gaze flickering towards you as if searching for something.

"I understand, you know? I grew up in a small village, everyone knew each other, and it was… homely. When I went to Coruscant for school everything was so much bigger and louder than I ever thought was possible," you shared with Hunter, your voice carrying a nostalgic tone.

Hunter listened intently, his gaze softening as he took in your words. He could relate in his own way, having grown up in a vastly different environment as a soldier, where noise often meant danger or chaos. "Yeah, I get that," he replied quietly, a hint of empathy in his voice. "Must've been a big adjustment."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "It was. But I learned a lot there, too. Met people from all over the galaxy, experienced things I never would've imagined back home."

"Sounds like quite the journey," Hunter remarked, his tone warm. "What made you decide to leave the village and go to Coruscant?"

You shrugged lightly, leaning against the ship's wall. "Curiosity, I guess. But I also got into the engineering school there. It seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up.” You adjusted the toolbox in your hand as a hydrospanner fell out of the box onto the floor.

Before you could bend down completely to grab it, Hunter did it for you. He stood up to his full height, the distance between the two of you much, much closer than before. Hunter handed you the hydrospanner as you gave him a shy smile in return and slowly grabbed it from his hand.

"Thanks," you murmured softly, feeling a subtle warmth spread through you at the proximity. Hunter's presence felt comforting, his quiet strength a contrast to the chaos of the mission and the constant hum of the ship around you.

Hunter's gaze held yours for a moment longer than necessary, and you felt a tension in the air, unspoken words hanging between you like a delicate thread. His hand lingered where yours briefly brushed against his, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, caught in a silent exchange of emotions too complex to put into words. The ship's vibrations seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the echo of your breathing and the weight of Hunter's gaze.

You were the one who tore the gaze reluctantly, looking down at the toolbox in your hand as you placed the hydrospanner in its rightful spot. A gentle, gloved hand was placed on your jaw, as he tilted your head up.

His touch was tender yet firm, his eyes searching yours with a depth that spoke volumes. The quiet intensity between you hung in the air, unspoken words threading through the space like a fragile web.

"I..." you started, unsure of what to say, your heart pounding in your chest. Hunter's expression softened further, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. You felt a rush of emotions, a mix of nervousness and a strange, fluttering excitement.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Hunter leaned forward, closing the gap between you. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, a moment of hesitation followed by a surge of warmth that spread through you. It was soft, tentative, as if testing the waters of something unspoken yet palpable between you.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in dynamics. Hunter, your teammate, your friend, was kissing you. The realization sent a jolt through your system, igniting a swirl of conflicting emotions.

Hunter pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. His hand lingered against your cheek, a silent question in his gaze.

"I..." you began again, but words failed you. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, grappling with the implications of this moment. Hunter's expression was a mix of concern and something deeper, something you couldn't quite decipher.

"I want you to forget this ever happened," Hunter murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb traced a gentle path along your jawline, a gesture both soothing and heartbreaking.

Forget? The word echoed in your mind, conflicting with the rush of emotions coursing through you. Could you forget this moment, this kiss that seemed to unravel a tension that had been building between you for so long?

But before you could respond, Hunter's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. His hand dropped to his side, breaking the connection between you.

"I'm sorry," Hunter said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have done that."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. You wanted to reach out, to reassure him that it was okay, that you didn't want to forget. But Hunter stepped back, putting a respectful distance between you.

“What if I don’t want to forget?” You spoke quietly, placing the toolbox down on the seat by the console.

Hunter's gaze flickered with surprise, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of uncertainty. His hand, which had dropped to his side, twitched almost imperceptibly as he processed your words. The ship's gentle hum seemed louder now, echoing the intensity of the emotions swirling between you.

"You... don't want to forget?" Hunter's voice was soft, tentative, as if he hadn't expected your response. His brow furrowed slightly, a mix of confusion and a flicker of hope crossing his features.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "No, I don't."

A myriad of emotions played across Hunter's face- relief, hesitation, and something deeper that he couldn't quite hide. He took a step closer, his expression searching yours for any sign of uncertainty.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," Hunter murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "It was... unprofessional."

"Maybe," you replied softly, your gaze meeting his with unwavering honesty, "but I'm glad you did."

Hunter's resolve wavered, his hand reaching out tentatively to brush against your cheek. His touch was gentle, a silent question lingering in the air. The warmth of his fingers against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, a rush of anticipation mingling with the lingering uncertainty.

"I... don't want things to be complicated," Hunter admitted quietly, his thumb tracing a delicate line along your jawline. "We're a team, and- ”

You cut him off by closing the rest of the distance between you two, your hands were now resting on his chest plate, which was the only thing stopping your chests brushing each other’s. “I want you to kiss me again.”

Hunter's resolve wavered, torn between duty and desire. He searched your face, seeing the honesty and longing reflected in your eyes. Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his hands gently cradling your face as his lips met yours once more.

The kiss was different this time- less tentative, more urgent, as if both of you were testing the waters of something that had been building between you for far too long. Hunter's touch was tender yet firm, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own.

You responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to curl around his neck, drawing him closer. The weight of his armor pressed against you, grounding you in the reality of the moment even as everything else seemed to blur around you.

As the kiss deepened, Hunter's hands tightened slightly around you, his touch seeking reassurance and offering comfort in equal measure. His breath mingled with yours, a shared heartbeat beneath the armor and the weight of duty that bound you both.

Slowly, reluctantly, you broke the kiss, your breaths mingling as you rested your forehead against his. Hunter's eyes searched yours, a mix of vulnerability and desire flickering in their depths. His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin.

"I..." Hunter started, his voice low and filled with unspoken words. He hesitated, searching for the right way to express what lay between you.

You placed a finger against his lips, silencing him gently. "Shh," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes words complicate things. Let's just... be."

Hunter nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand slipped from your cheek to entwine his fingers with yours, a silent promise in the touch.

[steddielations]

“Shit, I’m gonna start calling safewords if my hand keeps cramping.”

“Or you could just say you’re taking a study break, that works too.”

Eddie tosses his pen onto the bed with a sigh, mumbling, “I’d be fine if you’d just let me use your flashcards.”

Steve swivels around in the desk chair, a little furrow in his brow that means business despite how pretty it is, “Hey, this is the tried and true Henderson-Wheeler study method that got me through senior year, alright? The flashcards make it easier to remember, and Dustin said writing it down helps it stick in your head, or some shit. Whatever. You asked me to help you study, Munson, this is the game plan.”

“I’m not doubting the game plan, Coach, but this is my guitar hand. I’m just not sure if Professor What’s-His-Face’s exam is worth damaging my moneymaker, y’know.”

Steve tries to look unimpressed as Eddie dramatically flexes his fingers, but there’s fondness in the way he rolls his eyes.

“I thought you said science was your thing.”

“I said freaky shit was my thing,” Eddie looks down, finding just the right thread on Steve’s sheets to tug on. He smirks at it, “So I guess maybe if biology was a little more— I dunno, kinky? I’d be a wiz.”

Just as Eddie hoped, he lured something out to play, it dances along the line between them when he meets Steve’s gaze again. Enticing, up to no good.

“Well, sounds like the Harrington study method might be what you need then.”

Light smut under the cut, from the next chapter of Trouble Looks Good On You

Eddie pretends he’s not already roped in, considering it, “Hm, let me guess. You’re gonna quiz me like one of your little study dates, and convince me to show some skin if I get an answer wrong. Tempting, but how exactly does stripping me down to my dick and balls help me learn cellular energetics?”

As weirdly hot as that scenario is, Eddie really needs to pass this test and— oh christ, a cockblocking mind-flayer must have possessed his body, because there’s no way he’s prioritizing a grade over getting naked with Steve Harrington. The dilemma must show on his face, Steve looks amused.

“See that’s the beauty of the Harrington method, we can switch it up.”

“You mean, you’re gonna strip instead? I have a feeling that’s counterproductive, Stevie, do you have any idea how distracting your—”

“I meant,” Steve reels him back in, “We could switch up the incentive.”

“Now I’m intrigued. A different incentive like…?”

“Like, for every question you get right,” Steve pauses and shrugs, “You get a kiss,” he so casually dangles the bait in front of Eddie. Makes it even more tempting, even if it’s clearly a trap.

“A kiss where?”

Eddie licks his lips, feeling caught when Steve’s eyes flick down.

“Wherever you want.”

Definitely a trap, then. It’s not like they have a ‘no kissing’ rule, they’re just making it up as they go along, but this is almost too easy. The way Steve’s clearly just charming Eddie into thinking it’s safe to come a little closer, sort of makes him want to fall right in anyway.

He at least pretends to put up a fight, “You’re just gonna hand over a divine ability like that? Being able to conjure something as precious as a Harrington kiss at will? Do you have any idea the magnitude of power you’re bestowing upon me?”

“Sure, whatever that means,” this time it’s a half-fond sigh between those lips that could talk Eddie into anything, “It’s just kisses, can’t do much damage with that.”

“Mm, you underestimate me. So what if I get a question wrong, what do I get then?”

Steve rubs his hands together while he thinks. Eddie can’t not look, seeing the way Steve drags his thumb across the large expanse of his palm.

“You shouldn’t go into it thinking about getting any wrong, that’s not a winning attitude. So, you wanna try it or not, Munson?”

He drops his hands, Eddie swallows at the sound of them lightly smacking his thighs.

“Yeah, let’s see if this trick of yours works.”

Rolling over, Eddie buries his nose in his flashcards with a long huff. He’s so intent on finding out just how committed to the bit Steve is, he pulls out his best memorizing tactic. Going through the full stack of cards twice, turning the little blurbs of information into jingles in his head.

Turns out, just the prospect of lip-locking with Steve Harrington is a pretty damn good motivator.

While Steve quizzes him, Eddie has to do something with his hands whenever he gets a question right. Clapping for himself, or chewing on his hair, or flopping on the bed. Anything to keep from grinning like an idiot every time Steve gives him some stupidly sweet compliment as he adds to the tally. It’s masterful, Steve’s little method. Keeping Eddie interested with the implication of the tally. Telling Eddie how good he’s doing, stirring up some other part of him.

Eddie doesn’t keep track of how many he gets wrong, can’t even think about that or he won’t be able to focus on shit.

His last answer is muffled into the pillow, gripping the sheets underneath when he feels Steve pounce onto the bed next to him, saying he owes him ‘42 smoocharoos’ for the final tally.

“Alright, where do you want ‘em, Munson?”

He cannot be serious.

“You cannot be serious,” Eddie lifts his head, wanting to bury it again when he sees Steve propped on his elbow, slowly applying cherry fucking chapstick. The way Steve looks at him as he does, Eddie feels like something hot and steamy on a dinner plate while Steve’s sharpening a knife and fork. “You’re really gonna make it this easy?”

It’s all Eddie’s been thinking about. Trying to figure this thing out, not-boyfriends who’ve done next to nothing and close to everything. How they’ve licked and sucked and bruised and came, but never kissed. Satisfied and starving. It creates something ravenous inside Eddie that only wants what he can’t have.

Now Steve’s offering it, he’s just going to give Eddie what’s become the Holy Grail in his mind. Goddamn unceremonious is what this is, not at all worthy of what Eddie’s built it up to be.

“C’mon, give yourself more credit, Eddie. You earned it and a deal’s a deal.”

He hasn’t and he doesn’t want it this way and Steve fucking knows that, rubbing his lips together and making himself look all stupidly irresistible.

“You’ll kiss me wherever I want?”

“Yeah, I will.”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere you want.”

So, Steve wants to play it like this? Fine.

Eddie turns on the pillow, looking up at Steve as he points to his scarred cheek, right where his dimple is that Steve once called his pretty hole— At the bar, drunkenly, and Eddie definitely didn’t file it away inside his most depraved depths.

“So, if I want one here…?”

Simple enough, Steve shrugs a little then leans in. Eddie’s not expecting the kiss to linger so long, Steve’s lips soft and warm against Eddie’s cheek, and the tip of his finger too, which shouldn’t be so endearing.

He slowly pulls back after a moment, his voice low as he says, “Forty-one.”

Resolutely unaffected, Eddie looks Steve in the eyes as he trails his finger to the corner of his lips. There, but not quite. Just close enough to challenge Steve. Kiss me, I dare you.

“Or here?”

The way Steve leans back in slowly isn’t hesitant, but purposeful. Eyes half-lidded and lips half-curved, giving Eddie a chance to back down. Neither of them do. Eddie holds his breath as Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, long enough for Eddie’s heart to pound. Cherry chapstick has never smelled so intoxicating, close enough to almost taste, all he’d have to do is turn just a little.

Then it’s gone, and Steve’s counting down, “Forty.”

Swallowing his shaky breath, Eddie points to the side of his neck.

“Even here?”

Steve looks down at the spot, considering. He reaches out and circles Eddie’s wrist, guiding Eddie’s finger to brush his own hair out of the way. Then he does the same thing to tilt Eddie’s chin, exposing his throat more. Eddie shouldn’t shiver at his own touch, but there’s something about Steve doing it, using Eddie to do it. The smallest shift of control but Eddie feels it, he feels it.

He can’t help but bite his bottom lip when Steve leans in, breath warming up the side of his neck. The kiss is a little wet, the soft plush of Steve’s lips fully pressed against that delicate spot. His head starts to spin the longer it lasts.

“Thirty-nine,” he can feel the light laugh in Steve’s voice, ghosting over his skin before Steve pulls back.

Stubbornly determined now, Eddie levels Steve’s cocky little face with a challenging look.

“What about…” no hesitation, Eddie sits up and tugs his shirt right over his head, tossing it aside, “Here?”

He lays back on Steve’s pillow with a smug grin, pointing to his bare collarbone. Steve doesn’t miss a beat, leaning over and bracing an arm on either side of Eddie, hovering over him.

Eddie pretends he’s not silently losing his mind when Steve dips down. His breath stutters quietly as the kiss melts into the dip of his collarbone. It feels so nice, too nice, but Eddie recovers, sliding his finger down his chest to the boldest spot yet.

“Here?”

Steve lifts an eyebrow at the choice, accepting with a smug look of his own. Holding Eddie’s gaze, his warm breath purposefully spills over the sensitive skin of Eddie’s nipple. Chills course all the way down to Eddie’s toes, his dick thickening up with it. God, he wants to glare a hole through Steve, but he can’t stop his eyes from fluttering shut when Steve’s lips touch his nipple.

It’s so tender, unlike the way Eddie pinches and pulls when he’s desperate to get off. It’s quick and light and just one is enough to have Eddie wanting more. As soon as it’s gone, he calls it back without much thought.

Eddie’s finger trails across his chest and down his body with a mind of its own. Everywhere he points, cherry satin kisses follow. Sweetness simmers under his skin. Just the barest drag of stubble from Steve’s scruffy upper lip leaves Eddie’s skin blooming red, a pleasant burn.

“Mm, more right there, yeah,” oh, Eddie sounds breathless, oh fuck.

Somewhere after thirty-three, he feels little laughs puffing along the trail between kisses. It should fluster him again, Steve laughing at how worked up this is getting him, but he feels himself chuckling too. His stomach ripples with it, stupidly giddy. Eyes closed, he just enjoys the path of Steve’s lips down his body.

It’s a slow course, Eddie knows the way, knows how to take someone apart underneath him. It’s different like this, being the map with all the X’s marking his spots, guiding Steve right to places that will ruin him. Releasing the quiet sighs he tries to hide, uncovering flushed skin. No one’s ever taken the long way around Eddie.

He almost loses himself in it, but no way is he letting Steve win… whatever this is.

Pushing Steve’s shoulders back, he sits up enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants.

“And what if I want the rest of them right…” he looks at Steve coyly, giving him time to object, but the knowing smirk on Steve’s lips only darkens as Eddie slides his pants off his hips, “Here.”

Steve’s eyes flick down to Eddie’s dick, almost fully hard and starting to curve up toward his belly. Steve licks his lips, which should make Eddie feel exposed, naked and at a clear disadvantage here. But, the heat from Steve’s gaze sweeping back up his body is nothing but riveting.

“All twenty? You sure?”

“Yeah, why not? I can’t do much damage with kisses, right?”

Eddie mocks Steve’s earlier words, thrilled at the reaction it gets, Steve scoffing a little as he places his hands on Eddie’s bare shoulders.

“No, you can’t,” Steve pushes him down on the bed, so gentle, but it still knocks the air from Eddie’s lungs, “I can, though.”

WIthout pause, Steve shuffles down his body, on his knees between Eddie’s legs. Then the exposed feeling hits Eddie, along with the realization that maybe he didn’t think this through well enough, and he really can’t breathe. Not until Steve leans down, drops a painfully soft kiss right to the tip of Eddie’s dick, and his entire body jerks and gasps.

“Oh… oh shit.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

dad!jack helping the triplets study for finals (because im stressed over finals rn)

“I can’t do this!” Jack heard from the living room and immediately got up to peek around the corner to see his three oldest at the kitchen table with a million books spread out in front of them.

“Can’t do what, Autumn? What’s wrong?” He asked and she simply threw her pencil down before answering him.

“We have to study for our modern world history final and I just know I’m about to fail!”

“Don’t say that, no you won’t. Now what exactly are you struggling with?” Jack asked before going to sit on the other side of the table next to Axel.

“I don’t even know what I don’t know.” She whined while Ivy simply laid her head down on the table and Axel just rested his head on top of his hand.

He could tell that all three of them were frustrated and knew the feeling all too well about being stressed out over finals in high school.

“Okay, all three of you are passing if I have anything to do with it. Now how can I help?”

“I should have never signed up to take this AP class.” Ivy muttered before rolling her eyes.

“Can we stay home and pretend that we’re sick?” Axel asked and Jack just stared at him before answering.

“Axel, you already know the answer to that. Now how about we make flashcards and I can help quiz you to make sure you know it?” Jack suggested and all three of them agreed.

“But, why can't I be a stay at home daughter for the rest of my life?” Autumn asked and Jack simply looked at her in disbelief.

“No. As much as me and your mother love you, absolutely NOT.”

After Jack had helped them make the flashcards, they went era by era studying each one before he quizzed them on it.

“Autumn? Do you know the answer?”

“King Henry the VIII who kept killing his wives because all he had was girls, but that's his fault not hers.”

“Daddy, what if you just only had girls?” Ivy curiously asked as Axel eyed her.

“At one point in time, I wanted eight girls, but your mom wasn't going for that. We ended up with the perfect mixture."

“I…. Eight?”

“I'm still trying to convince her.”

Jack's phone then lit up with a text from you.

Wifey- No. Final answer.

Smush- How did you even hear me!?!?

Wifey- Help my babies study. I hear everything and have eyes in the back of my head. But I don't know why they asked you for help when I'm the smart parent 😕

Smush- Don't start

Instead of texting, you yelled down the stairs.

“JACKMAN, I SAID NO. NOW HELP THEM STUDY AND IF YOU NEED ME LET ME KNOW BECAUSE DADDY BARELY PASSED THAT CLASS.”

“Wait, daddy, you barely passed?” Ivy asked as she looked over at him.

“I was half listening and staring at your mom the whole time. No regrets though.”

“It's amazing that you even graduated at all.”

“AHT AHT! AXEL! NOT TOO MUCH ON MY MAN NOW!”

“How does she hear everything!? It's creepy.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[4:12 pm] 

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. A month of study groups, flashcards, pages of notes, studying late into the night, and meeting with your teacher for more help was finally done! You had been stressed out of your mind for months, you felt like you understood the topic well enough to pass the test, and then you got the test.

Every question had you second guessing the answers that you knew you studied for days. The questions were so weirdly phrased, the essay questions asking you to go into detail about something that wasn't even covered in depth in class. You crossed your fingers as you handed it in and tried to put it out of your mind on your way home.

But now, you were curled up under your favorite blanket going over the questions of the test and wondering if you had given the right answers. You were stuck in your head feeling the stress of the test that had already happened, again.

You were still staring blankly at the tv, stuck in your head, when Jisung walked in. "How was your test? How do you think you did?" He asked you as he laid beside you.

"It was so hard Jisung, I don't even think I passed," you mumbled, burrowing yourself into your chest.

"Of course you did, my love. You studied so hard, I'm sure you have that text book memorized front to back. Heck, I'm sure I know everything on that test because of you. If you did everything you could to study and studied as long as you did, but you still don’t pass- which you will- then that’s a reflection on your teacher, not you. You're a genius my love," Jisung told you while he rubbed comforting small circles on your back.

"I just feel like I want to lay here and cry my eyes out until the grades come out and have you tell me if I passed," you whined.

"Look at me," Jisung lightly pushed your shoulders until you had enough space to look at each other eye-to-eye, "You worked hard for this, you studied for a whole month harder than I'm sure anyone else in your class did. How is it possible for my little genius to fail when you studied using every method you could? If you still want to cry your eyes out, I'll hold you and rub your back. But if you also want to just chill out, order a pizza, and forget this test forever, we can do that too."

You pouted, your eyed filling with tears as you quickly nuzzled yourself into his chest once again. Jisung tentatively asked, "Did you choose the crying?"

You shook you head, "You're the best boyfriend on the whole planet, I just love you so much."

He blushed, stuttering, "I didn't even do much."

"You don't have to do much Jisung, you do enough for me," you told him before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, if you want me to do more than just order a pizza, I can find someway to annoy your professor too. I think there's a company that sends envelopes full of glitter, or I can catch a bird and set it loose in his car-"

You placed your hand over his mouth before he continued rambling on about who even knows what, "Just pizza is great. Thank you, my love."

He nodded, voice muffled by your hand, "pizza it is."

[flashbangstars]

How you and NCT dream met, (college version< 333) weirdly specific

your lovely writer is in college, so I wanted to make this like lowkey realistic because that's funny to me

Mark

you work at the university's tech center part time because you're broke and kinda know technology, women in stem am I right.

he came in one day the minute y'all opened looking like he literally ran there, his computer was in a separate bag and he placed it on the counter and stared at you helplessly

"I spilled a fucking water bot- I'm sorry I spilled a water bottle over my keyboard and my thesis is due in three hours please for the love of god can you help me.

you felt kinda bad, because with the damage he was describing it was going to take way more than three hours

"I'm really sorry, I think the earliest I can get this back to you is by tomorrow afternoon"

he looked like he was about to cry and you momentarily contemplated giving him one of the lollipops from the bowl of the counter but decided against it.

checking the clock, you didn't get off for another five hours, rifling through your backpack and pulling your laptop out of it placing it on the table

"ok here's what I can do, if you can work in the student center across the hall and promise you will get this back to me when your done, you can use mine so you can have it finished. Just leave your ID with me"

he picked his head out of his arms eyes wide, "I could fucking kiss you"

"I WON"T SORRY"

"no but thank you so much oh my god"

three hours when he returned, your laptop was unscathed and he looked a little less panicked

"thank you so much, seriously you are a complete life saver"

and when you opened your computer to a sticky note stuck on the screen saying "to the cute tech girl, I'm mark xxx-xxx-xxxx"

Renjun

it was 2 am on a thursday night before finals weeks, and you had been studying for weeks for the for your finals.

you currently were in desperate need of caffeine and new pens

the cvs was right below your apartment and 24 hrs, lowkey a safe haven at this point the amount of time you spend there

you were going down the aisle and found the pilot g2s in a pack for four black ones, and the last pack.

when all of a sudden, a small pale hand snatched it from the shelf as you were reaching for it.

"excuse me, I was grabbing those"

and the perpetrator looked at you and blinked "well I had it first"

"I was literally reaching for it, like you saw me hand out"

"well sorry"

AND HE JUST WALKED AWAY WITH YOUR PENS??

so you left cvs empty handed. you did have a coconut red bull though, but watching him check out as you left was painful

when you go to the elevators for your apartment, the double doors open and there he is the pen snatcher himself.

"so are you stalking me now?" you say little bit out of spite over the loss of your pens

"god I literally live here" he says the cvs bag in his other hand a stark reminder of your loss from earlier

and when he asked you to push the same button for your floor you almost screamed

"so what finals are you studying for" he asked from the other corner of the elevator.

squinting your eyes a bit, and scanning him over once.

he's a pen stealer AND he's hot??? what the fuck

"nursing, I'm up to my neck in flashcards" you finally answering giving in

"I'm engineering, I understand your pain

you two both spend the walk to your apartments talking about finals and the mental anguish you were both in until you go to your door

"you live here?" he glanced at your door, and then at the one next to you. with a nervous laugh he rubbed his neck and looked at you again "I guess we are neighbors"

HOT PEN SNATCHER IS YOUR NEIGHBOR??

later that night a knock at your door sounded, and when you opened the door, two pilot g2 pens were sitting on a flashcard that read "from your neighbor, Renjun :)"

Jeno

you and him were in a good amount of gen ed classes (for my friends who don't know what that is - its like math, english, science -non major specific classes)

he always sat in the back where you were and sat a couple seats over

but yall had never talked, like you would do that weird eye contact on the quad like, oh i sit next to you in this class, but you never say hi

one day you got assigned to be in a group together for a project, and things went downhill

"do you have any idea what we are supposed to be doing?"

"uhh no... do you?"

you both stared at each other for a second before realizing you're both kinda fucked

"ask him" you say pointing at the guy next to him

"no that's weird, I don't know him" Jeno said whisper yelling at you now

"You don't know me either?" you argue getting annoyed

"We've sat next to each other every class since the semester started, Yes I know you?"

oh, realizing you had never noticed he always was sat there

"I literally give you extra space for your big ass pencil bag"

now looking over the desk and noticing his things we scrunched into one corner in fact leaving you the bigger half of the desk leaving him with really only a notepad and water bottle in his space

"oh... well thank you" you nod feeling your face get hot at the small gesture

"my name is jeno though" he said

" I know your name is jeno, I'm y/n. thank you for the.. the desk space"

he smiled eyes disappearing into two little crescents

"no problem! so do you maybe wanna come over to mine tonight to work on the project" he asked eyes darting between your two eyes

"Yeah, that would be great" you said forgetting that with the in class 90 minutes you probably would be able to finish, but you were also so so down to go over and "finish the project"

(you ordered food and watched movies, and may have smooched a bit)

Haechan

you were bored one evening laying in bed on a thursday, being in college ment you either had a lot of down time, or literally none at all

opening up the tinder app you starting swiping out of boredom and seeing who would pop up

Haechan 21, was your third eligible bachelor to show up on the queue

you weren't gonna lie he was attractive, he had brown hair and and brown eyes and surprisingly as a male, knew how to pose in photos

swiping right, the big blue words "IT'S A MATCH" flashed across the screen and a odd sense of pride swelled in your chest that he had swiped on you first

switching over to spotify changing your music almost immediately a text bubble popped up on the screen

New message from haechan

wow he works fast

opening up tinder again you braced yourself for whatever monstrosity that could be awaiting you in the dm

but it was a simple "hey : )"

responding back with a "hey handsome" because you were feeling bold and this is the internet, throwing your phone down on the bed and throwing a sweatshirt on to complete the trek downstair to the vending machine for late night snacks

perks of university housing, snacks available whenever

leaving your room and making it to the elevator, settling into the corner for the ride down 10 floors

a couple floors later the doors open to another floor

a pair of feet shuffle in and stand across from you in the other corner

"so you think I'm handsome?"

disadvantage of university housing EVERYONE LIVES THERE

snapping your head up from your phone to be met with none other than the Haechan 21 from your tinder spree.

"nice to meet you, I'm haechan but you already knew that" he said placing his hand out to shake, you stared at the frustratingly pretty hand and against your better judgement, shook it

"y/n"

"would you wanna join me on my snack run" he said now staring softly at you still holding your hand.

"hmm, why not"

Jaemin

you had a routine, every monday, wednesday and friday.

wake up at 6, leave at 8, call mom and get coffee, then finally go to class at 9:35

on this monday, you decided to go to the new starbucks on campus in the student center, phone pressed against your ear your mom updating you on the family & life and vice versa

"one second mom" putting the phone to your side and ordering your drink

"can I have a venti Iced americano with a extra shot and 4 pumps of vanilla please"

The barista smiled and this is weird, had really pretty teeth?

asking for your name and writing it on the side of your cup

"I like your scarf" the barista with the pretty smile said pointing to th striped scarf wrapped around you

"oh thank you" you say pressing the phone back to your ear and walking away from the register.

"y/n" pretty barista called your name and placed your drink on the counter sliding it towards you with a devastatingly pretty smile

this part of your routine continued for the next two weeks, pretty barista and you turning out to have little conversations every time you ordered and him complimenting something about your outfit each time you went and then you'd leave and continue your phone call

pretty barista had worked himself a good 5 minutes of conversation time into your routine

on a tuesday when you were walking home from the library your name got called from behind you

turning, the one and only pretty barista was jogging towards you

"I knew it was you from the scarf, you always wear it" he said grasping one end of the scarf softly in his hands

his breath turning into vapor as he spoke due to the cold

" I tried really hard these last two week but I don't think you ever noticed so I figured I was gonna have to do it in person" he said rubbing the back of his neck

"ehh?" you said head tilting and focusing on not staring at only his pretty smile

"well uh, I wrote my number on your cup at least like 4 times these last two weeks and I watch you never actually notice and then just throw your cup away, you know you're really a creature of habit?" he said now conversation flowing more comfortably

"OH my god I'm so sorry" you say now remembering all the times he would personally hand you your drink and smile.

"it's ok! but do you actually want to go out sometime and talk? when I'm not in a apron?" he asked

you laughed softly and smiled back " I would love that" looking down at your phone now at the new contact "I'll text you Jaemin"

and you watched him jog back to the student center, in the same green apron you has grown accustomed to him being in

Chenle

you and "czhong" had been arguing in the floor group chat for thirty minutes now.

this was a regular occurance, he would say some dumb shit, you would argue back and the whole floor would have to bear witness to your petty argument for however long it lasted.

as of right now he was arguing why it was fair for you to blast harry styles in the shower, and he wasn't allowed to blast justin bieber when he showered

the problem was, when you did it. it was 3 pm during the day when most students were away, WHEN HE DID IT it was midnight on a fucking school night

standing outside the men's bathroom and yelling SHUT IT OFF did nothing to quell the issues so you had reverted to the group chat again

and this fucker was texting you, FROM THE FUCKING SHOWER

your rivalry between you two was vicious and he was in fact your sworn enemy

currently it was ass o clock on a sunday night and you were working a paper with a dying computer, and your charger was in the science lecture hall, halfway across campus that was definitely locked.

y/n: does annnyyyooonneee have a macbook charger I can borrow??

absolute crickets in the gc

czhong: I do > : )

please god no

czhong: if you need it, come to D402

why were the gods punishing you now? what had you done to deserve this in a past life

begrudging you grabbed your laptop and slide on your slipper and stomped across the dorm floor to the harrowing door of your sworn enemy

knocking aggressively and stepping back waiting for your impending doom

the door swinging open to reveal him, (why tf is he hot) standing hip popped and propped against the door frame

"well well well, what do we have here" he said giving you a very obvious once over

"hand over the charger and no one gets hurt" you said extending your hand.

"uh uh, you gotta do it in here, I only have this charger and I will not part with it" he said walking further into the room leaving the door open for you

what the fuck????

against your better judgement AGAIN you walked into the room

of course he had the one single room on the floor

he gestured to the desk against the wall with the charger cord on it and pulled out the chair for you. smiling evily the entire time.

plopping down you opened your computer plugged it in and put your headphones on, as he went back to his bed and took his laptop out and placed it back onto his lap

somehow, three hours passed of you spending time in the enemy's lair. you both working in a silent lull.

closing your laptop at the 3 am mark. you looked towards the bed again and stood up. "thank you" you said genuinely and he smiled

" you know I think we work well, let me know if you ever wanna borrow the charger or just come keep me company" he said leaning his back against the wall and and looking all SMUG

scoffing and walking to the door and opening it, you turn around one last time staring him down.

"fine"

Jisung

it had been a fucking day.

you had woke up late for lecture and had to embarrassingly walk in ten minutes late taking a spot in the back

you had slept terribly and had finally gotten to be 2 hours before your alarm was supposed to go off

now you were fighting off sleep aggressively in class , you had a hour left to go and were currently losing the battle in staying awake

placing your elbows on the desk and feeling your head slowly nod off you contemplated the idea of slip and slowly slide forward on the desk

until

BANG

a giant crash sounded throughout the entire room and the class all moved to stare at you

you had slide down your desk, and had knocked your hydroflask off the desk onto the tiles floor causing a fucking loud ass crash throughout the entire lecture hall

you could die right now actually

take me now please

hanging your head as the class laughed at the mishap a second loud crash sounded throughout the room

whipping your head to the side, making eye contact with the boy who sat down your room, staring back at you already. his hand positioned at the end of his desk in a sweeping motion

had he pushed his water bottle of his desk.... in .... solidarity of you??

had he really pulled a freshman 101 mistake to help with the mass amount of embarrassment you were facing

more importantly, was he single??

smiling back at him and nodding you acknowledged his sacrifice in your honor

once class had finally ended you packed your things and ran out of there as fast as you could to escape imminent embarrassment

until you realized you had forgot one thing

your fucking water bottle

turning around with the shame weighing heavy on your shoulder you came face to face with your prince charming once again, now holding a yellow water bottle in addition to his black on that sported a new dent

" you forgot this" he said extending the hand that held yours

"do you happen to be single" fuck it

his face flushed red entirely and he stifled a laugh out of shock

"im sorry let me try that again" clearing your throat and making eye contact "I'm y/n it's nice to meet you, are you free currently"

his face started to lose a bit of the redness and the hand that had been covering up the bottom half went down and rested at his side

"jisung, and I totally do happen to be free right now" he said

"how convenient!"

---------

the tinder elevator thing lowkey happened to me, but he wasn't smooth and cool about it. he just stared at me and then messaged me about it after. men suck lowkey

[plantingatree]

sun, 19 nov

actually got up later than intended to today and started work later than i planned. i was supposed to get up at 7 but i just could not and i actually ended up getting out of bed at around 11…but i managed to get everything done anyway?? so i guess maybe i should start letting myself sleep in some more tbh. i realised that the reason it takes me so long to do work is because i get so distracted in the middle of it so i’m trying to work on that because it makes doing work so much more time efficient. my biggest driver of procrastination has been the cold tbh?! it’s so freezing i can’t physically get myself to get out of blankets and sit on my chair. it’s so bad. fuck the british weather. also i love anki. anki has been my go to since GCSEs. being able to convert my quizlet packs is so helpful because then i have back ups just in case.

4hrs and 20 mins on forest timer today! ◡̈

to do list for today ﾟ𐦍༘⋆

☘︎ tidy bedroom

☘︎ organise folders

☘︎ mechanics hw

☘︎ learn fisheries flashcards

☘︎ enviro homework

♪ of the day | foolish one — taylor swift

[bingbongsupremacy]

Bullies

Pairing: Brother Dean and Brother Sam x Platonic!younger sister reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Your older brothers come to your rescue when they discover you've been dealing with bullies.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

******

Girl Reader's P.O.V.

" Look who it is, the girl with no friends. What's her name again? Winpester or something? " Lucinda Mills, one of the meanest people on earth snickers with her friends as I walk past her.

I keep my head down, hoping she'll leave me alone. I've only been here a few days, but she decided to make my life miserable. Dad and the boys have been trying to track down a nest in the local area, but they're having a tough time finding it. The longer they take trying to find where the nest is, the longer I have to stay here at this school. I don't want to be here any longer.

I'm all alone in this new school. I haven't made any friends, not that I'd be able to keep in contact with them if I did. We move around way too much for me to be able to keep friends for long.

Sammy's in the high school that's a few blocks away and Dean doesn't go to school anymore, so I'm all alone in this middle school. I wish I was older and able to go to school with Sammy or help hunt with Dean and Dad. I just have to get through this day.

" Hey, Winwhatever, come here. " Lucinda orders.

I try walking away and pretending I didn't hear Lucinda, but she walks up behind me and yanks my arm back.

" Look at me when I'm talking to you! If I tell you to do something, do it! " Lucinda yells, attracting unwanted attention.

I blush ferociously and look down at my feet. It's the end of school. I've had a long day, all I want to do is go to the motel and hang out with Sammy and Dean. " What do you want? " I ask nervously.

" Look at me. "

I hesitantly look up at Lucinda.

"Oops. " Lucinda ' accidentally ' bumps very hard into me. I lose my balance since I'm on the school curb and drop my binder onto the ground. My study flashcards fall to the ground and land in a muddy puddle. All the loose papers I had in my hands started blowing away in the small gusts of wind. " Pick everything up. Now. " Lucinda leans back on her heels and folds her arms as she nods for me to pick up all my dropped papers.

I nod stiffly and rush to pick up all my spilled work. I grab everything, but mostly all of my papers and flashcards are either sopping wet or crinkled.

" Looks like she obeys, that's good. Hmm, I like your jacket. " Lucinda says as I walk back to her. She pulls at the black jacket that Dean gave me earlier this week. " Give it to me. "

This entire time I've been silent and doing everything Lucinda says. I don't want to give up my jacket! No! " N-no. " I say sternly but shakily. I won't let her have my jacket.

" What was that you little pest? Did you say no to me? Did I hear that right, girls? " Lucinda asks her squad.

" Ooh, you heard that right, Luc. This brat doesn't want to listen. " Makenzie shakes her head at me.

" I thought I did. " Lucinda moves towards me. " I said, give me your jacket! " She orders.

" N-no! " I shake my head. " No. You can't have this jacket. No. " I stubbornly look up at Lucinda.

" Fine. I guess I'll have to take it then. " Lucinda pushes me back and I fall onto the hard, wet concrete. She rips my binder out of my hands and tosses it to the side. Her friends hold me down as she tears my jacket away from me. She picks my binder up again and drops it onto my lap. Her friends abandon me and stand back. While holding me down, they also messed up my hair and smeared mud onto my neck and face. I look terrible. I feel terrible. I just want to go home.

" You see what happens when you don't listen? Next time, it will be much much worse. " Lucinda warns as she looks at my jacket. She pulls a piece of leaf off the sleeve and tosses it to the ground. She puts on my jacket and turns around to show off to her friends. " Doesn't it look way better on me? Oh, I can't bear to see such good clothing wasted on losers like Y/n "

I wipe a stray tear that falls down my cheek. Why does this have to happen to me?

She glares down at me, a cruel smirk growing on her face. " Don't cry, you big baby. " She looks down at my binder. There's a stack of papers that are stapled together in the front pocket. " What do you have right here? Your paper is done? Wow, " Lucinda snatches my school paper on baseball player, Toni Stone, and flips through the pages. " you got that done fast. Hmm, I like it. I think I'll take it from you. " Lucinda starts ripping up my paper painfully slow. It was handwritten because I worked on it during study time and lunch...I was going to go home and transfer it to my computer...now I have to do it all over again! Lucinda drops the large pieces of my paper onto the ground. " Oops. What a shame. Such hard work...oh well. " Lucinda smirks.

" Hey! You! " My head snaps around when I hear Sam yell. Same never yells. He's usually the calm brother.

I see Lucinda's eyes widen. Her friends start mumbling about how cute my brothers are as they angrily walk towards us from across the street where Dad's Impala is parked.

" What do you think you're doing? " Dean asks Lucinda with a dark glare as the boys get closer.

" Um, nothing. Who are you? " Lucinda asks.

" It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like you're bullying my little sister. " Sam wraps an arm around my shoulders after helping me up.

" Y-you're related to Y/n? " Lucinda asks. Her eyes are glued to Sam.

I raise an eyebrow and shove my hands into my pockets because they're cold.

" Yeah. " Dean says in a ' duh ' tone. " She's our sister, as Sam said like three seconds ago, kid. Now, we've been here a few minutes, and we've seen what you've been doing. Let me tell you this, I don't like it. You don't get to mess with innocent little girls and get away with it, you hear me? " Dean spits.

" Um, we were just messing around? " Lucinda asks more than says.

" Were you? Really? Because messing around doesn't look like you shoving down Y/n, having your goons hold her down, and then ripping off her jacket. No. You were harassing and hurting our little sister. " Dean turns to Sam. " Now, I'm not tripping, right? This punk was messing with Y/n, right? "

" Yes, she was. " Sam nods in agreement.

" Y/n, what's this kid's name? Huh? " Dean asks while looking down at her threateningly.

" Lucinda. " I reply quietly.

" Okay, Lukillma or whatever, pick up the papers you so ruthlessly dropped. " Sam gestures to my torn-apart paper lying on the ground.

" W-what? " Lucinda asks.

" Pick up the papers. I mean, since you were the one who threw them on the ground, it's only reasonable that you pick them up. " Sammy replies innocently.

Lucinda looks like she's about to protest but she listens and embarrassedly picks up my torn-up paper.

" Now give it to me, please. Lukarmakiller. " Dean holds out his hand for the papers.

" Um, okay? " Lucinda hands the papers over to Dean.

" Look here kid, I don't want you messing with my sister, or taking any of her things ever again. If I find out you're giving Y/n any trouble, any trouble at all, even bumping into her on accident, I will turn your life into a living nightmare. Okay? You got that? That goes for all, " Dean gestures to every kid in the courtyard as he speaks. " of you. Every last one of you. I don't care if you accidentally drop one of Y/n's pencils, I will make your life terrible. Sammy, " Dean pats Sam's shoulder. " and I will make your life terrible. You got that? "

No one moves or speaks.

" Do you understand?! " Dean asks louder.

Mumbles, stiff, 'yes's' come from all of the kids.

" Good, now, I see you still have Y/n's jacket. " Sam says while eyeing my jacket that's still on Lucinda.

" H-here. " Lucinda tries to quickly take off the jacket but Dean stops her.

" No, we'll get N/N a new one. We don't want her catching anything from...what's your name again? Lucrazima? Lunightmare? Whatever, well, we don't want Y/n catching fleas or rabies or something. " Dean shakes his head.

Sam rolls his eyes. " You get rabies from a bite, not from sharing a jacket. " Sam points out.

" You know what I mean. Who knows what these kids carry around with them these days? " Dean points at Lucinda who blushes again. " We don't want Y/n to catch anything that could hurt her. Now, we've spent enough time here. Let's get going kids. "

I blush at my brothers' words.

" Yeah, c'mon Y/n. " Sam keeps his arm around my shoulder as he walks with me towards the Impala. Dean tosses my backpack and binder into the back of the Impala.

I look out the window after bucking up. All the kids are watching us, waiting to see what happens. Lucinda is dying in embarrassment.

" Why didn't you tell us that brat was messing with you? " Sam asks.

I shrug.

" Don't shut us out now, Y/n. That isn't how this is going to work. No. You need to tell us whenever those punks mess with you. Every time. We will make whoever hurts you, pay. I promise. " Dean glances back at me in the rearview mirror.

" I didn't want to...to bug you guys. You're busy looking for that nest, and I didn't want to bring you into my school problems. It was no big deal, I-I was doing fine by myself with those kids. " I mumble. I've always been a shy and quiet girl. I tend to be shyer and quieter when I get in trouble though.

" Look, you're not in trouble, kiddo. You just...I want you to tell us when kids are messing with you. That's not okay. Your problems are our problems. When one Winchester is messed with, all Winchesters are messed with. " Dean parks outside of a gas station/restaurant. " Will you tell us the next time someone's hurting you? Please? "

" Yeah..." I nod without looking away from my hands.

" Look me in the eyes and promise, Y/n. " Sam turns to me as he talks.

I sigh and look up at my brother. " Fine. I promise, Sam. I promise Dean. "

" Good. I love you, N/N. " Sam smiles.

" I love you guys too. " I smile. It's nice to see that the boys stood up for me. They didn't stand by and watch as I got bullied. They stood up for me even though I didn't ask them.

I love my brothers, and I don't know what I would do without them.

" Who wants some pie? " 

[minnielvr]

DIE FOR YOU - chapter 11 : "y/n asf"

"okay next question," hyunjin took another flash card, "at what age does the brain become fully mature?"

"oh easy, 25 years old." you answered.

hyunjin was currently helping you study for your psychology test for tomorrow, like he promised when he took you out. it was going well so far and there were no major distractions.

"ugghh y/n im bored." hyunjin threw the flashcards on the desk and whined.

"hey! do you think i want to do this right now too?"

"well then lets just not do it.."

"hyunjin i HAVE to study for this test, it makes up like 30% of my grade." in truth though, you've already studied way more than needed. maybe you were just looking for an excuse to spend more time with him.

"oh cmon y/n, we've done 50 flash card and you've been studying the whole week. lets just stop now hm?" he offered

"okay, fine. but what will we do now?" you didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want to be bored either.

"uhhh icecream?" he raised his brow

"hyunjin it's almost 1 in the morning nothing is open." you hit his head softly.

"OH I KNOW-" you covered his mouth, "hyunjin shut up!! you'll wake them up" you scolded him

"sorry sorry. anyway how about we dye my hair." he said with a grin on his face.

"im sorry what?" you blinked a couple of times.

"well im kinda getting bored of this red, most of my outfits don't match with it either." he started playing with it.

"but i love the red. its so...you"

"awwww well thank you cutie." he squished your cheeks and surprisingly, you let him.

"well where could we find hair dye right at this time of night? and what color?"

"im sure theres a 24 hour market here somewhere. and i want to do black." he went on his phone and googled up places nearby.

"well, lets go then. you sure about this?" you asked one last time.

he shrugged his shoulders, "i guess"

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you and hyunjin were now in the convenience store looking at the hair dye. you guys were arguing about wether he should get permanent or temporary.

"hyunjin if you get permanent then you don't like it how will you take it off?" you tried to reason with him

"y/n my natural hair color is black...i know how i look." he laughed at you.

"oh...well my bad i didn't know you before this." you crossed your arms, why is he laughing at you?

"awww it's cute how much you care, cmon lets go to checkout." he dragged you along.

"just for the record i don't care."

he just looked back at you and smiled. you guys were at the register and hyunjin payed, then you left to walk back.

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hyunjin was in your bathroom on a chair with a towel over his shoulders, while you were mixing up the dye.

you came behind him and looked at him in the mirror "you ready?"

"lets do it."

so you got to work, spreading the dye all over his bright red hair and on his roots. you guys made small talk while doing so, asking him about his friends and whatnot. soon you guys finished and let it dry for 30 minutes, it should've been for longer but he couldn't wait.

you took him back to the bathroom where he leaned his head over the tub so you could wash it. you reached out to his hair and started running your fingers through it messily while he sighed, saying it felt like a massage. you finished up quickly and didn't allow him to look in any mirrors until you finished cleaning.

you led him to your dresser and made him sit down in front of it while you kept a hand over his eyes.

"okay you can look in 3...2...1!! open!!" you raised your hand off his eyes.

"wowww it looks good" he started playing with his hair and styling it.

you guys talked for a bit after that while admiring his new hair, eating some snacks, and obviously not forgetting to take some pictures.

"omg hyunjin its 3 am you have to go home" you couldn't have him spend the night.

"awww whyyy?" he pouted and put his arms around you. lately he was getting very touchy, but you didn't mind.

you tried pushing him off, "because i have to sleep and so do you! i have a big day tomorrow"

"but if i walk in the house that late they'll all be suspicious..." he looked away from you, he forgot about the dare.

"so? just tell them you fucked someone or something." you shrugged while chewing on your granola bar, not thinking much of it.

"can i tell them i fucked y-" you put your hand over his mouth once again, "dont even think about it."

you walked him to the door and let him put on his shoes, then he faced you.

"well, thanks for everything tonight y/n. i hope we can do it again." he smiled at you.

he wants to do this again? with you? damn since when did you become so weak for guys.

"your welcome hyunjin, thanks for taking me out too, it was super fun. oh and studying" you started to remember the whole night.

he went in to give you a hug, so you returned it, squeezing him tight. but when he pulled away you gave him a little peck on his lips.

"g'night hyune" you smirked and pushed him out the door.

did you really just kiss hwang hyunjin? this must be a dream, you thought to yourself. as you turned around to walk back to your room, you were met with three faces right in front of you. so naturally, you screamed.

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK???" all 3 of your friends screamed at once.

"oh. my. god. yunjin you were here the whole time?" you thought she was with keeho.

"well duh!! i wanted to hear all the details when you came back from dinner with hyunjin but apparently you guys had other plans." she crossed her arms.

"yea y/n, other plans. such as dying his hair." haerin also crossed her arms.

"and kissing him." now hanni crossed her arms.

"ugh guys it's not that big of a deal, come sit down. i'll explain everything"

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