#bc we had a notecard

[shouyuus]

OMG sunlight & ribbon ?!?! or all of them if you are down?!?! heh>:)

selfship ask game!!! (evie r u ready u asked for this lmfao here's everything else i didn't get asked!!!)

heaven sent ৻ꪆ how did you and your lover meet?

in line at a coffee shop! it was right after ballet practice for me, and right after boxing practice for her, so we were both kinda in that weird "workout" high? she gave the barista her number to give me and paid for my coffee.. and things just kinda went from there! u__u

mocha ৻ꪆ what was your first kiss like?

so she took me out to dinner the day after -- and she did wait till we were back in her car before asking if she could kiss me. tho later she admitted that there were times when we were talking during dinner that she wanted to just do it but we were in the middle of an italian restaurant lmfao

confetti ৻ꪆ if you and your lover are married, in what season did you get married? was it a big or small wedding? what was the theme?

not married yet! but we've def talked about it !!! and we'd do it in fall probably! not too cold, but not hot either -- i do terribly in summer and honestly. she does worse LOL -- it'd be a pretty big thing (i'm a drama queen at heart and also just like on a day to day basis so LOL) and the theme would've been just "show up as if you were going to the met gala" -- everyone had to literally show the FUCK up or else they'd get fit-checked and clocked at the entrance like... you best be FAB for this wedding okay u__u

cut for length!!!

caramel popcorn ৻ꪆ do you and your lover have any children?

no kids! but vi does teach kickboxing in her free time at the gym she trains at. she's way better with kids than i am (i'm kind of terrified of them okay) and the few times i've been to the gym while she was teaching, she called me 'tinkerbell' and now all the kids are convinced that she's dating the fairy from peter pan LOL

biscuit ৻ꪆ do you and your lover have any pets?

no pets -- but do have talked about getting a dog! but i mean, vi's a big puppers already >_> like. she's such a golden retriever gf HAHAH. also my scary dog privilege so.

sunlight ৻ꪆ what does a perfect saturday morning look like for the two of you?

sleeping in late. making out in bed. having like the most mix-matched breakfast in bed -- leftovers of whatever, feeding each other bits of cheese, just chatting sleepily about everything, laughing at dumb memes together, spooning and napping till the early afternoon

ladybug ৻ꪆ if they were to send a bouquet of flowers to your home, what kind of flowers would they send? and what would the notecard say?

pink peonies! bc they're one of my fav flowers :) and it'd probably be after some kind of ballet premiere where she knew i was really tired or something. the card would say something simple like "a princess deserves fresh flowers"

polaroid ৻ꪆ what’s your favorite picture of them? what’s their favorite picture of you?

i will not lie i def have a secret album of just her in all her tattooed glory lol. like she yummy! can u blame me! i do like her back tat the most and she knows it asldkjd. her fav pic of me? idk prob a dumb pic of me sleeping with my mouth open HAHAHAH

chocolate ৻ꪆ where do the two of you love to travel to?

anywhere! we try to take vacations together at least once or twice a year, or just do lil weekend trips if/when we can. bc our schedules can be hectic, it happens less than we want, but when we do -- it's always fun. europe's one of my fav places just bc the ballet culture there is so deep, and she likes anywhere with a good food market and local street cuisine hehe

dirty martini ৻ꪆ what’s your sex life like? share whatever you’d like!

good??? lmfao. the sex is good! we do switch off top/btm quite frequently. vi's very much service top/power bottom, and im more soft dom/brat/pillow princess so the dynamics work out well. she's def JUST a tad more horny than i am but im a-okay with that ;) she knows what to do to get us both in the mood i must say

rose petal ৻ꪆ how do you two feel about dry humping?

fine as long as it leads to something else! :)

blossom ৻ꪆ praise or degradation? a mixture of both?

both! she likes to be praised. i like to be degraded. can i make it aannymore obviouss lsdjkfosdi

coconut ৻ꪆ where do they like to come?

on my mouth tbh she likes it when she can see my face just covered in her slick, likes to wipe my lips with her thumb and press it into my mouth u__u -- save that tho, she does like making herself cum on her strap first before fucking her cum into me

macaroon ৻ꪆ where do you and your lover adore to have sex?

anywhere pft LOL she's a horndog and works out enough (for both of us tbh) to hold me up against.... like anything so. its rly up to her at that point. HAHAHAHAH. i personally am basic and like the bed, but the shower is also nice just bc the cleanup is easy. the water bill does get worrisome tho......

[au-where-spn-is-good]

have i told u guys abt how when i was in middle school my friends and i made what we called “supernatural headbandz” which was just a Giant stack of notecards with things from spn written on them (episode titles, character names, objects, locations, quotes, basically anything) and we would just go back and forth at lunch playing it.

one person draws a card and holds it to their forehead, everyone else tries to get them to guess what it says. we got so good at it that we had to impose a bunch of rules, like you couldn’t say who Said the quote, stuff like that.

it got to the point that we could get most of the answers within one or two words bc we had just memorized everything so we’d have to scour the show to think of new notecards to add in.

if anyone has ever doubted my supernatural cred this is my proof. this and the fact that i wrote a parody of la devotee by p!atd about supernatural

[alfea]

guess who made even more cookies. these are called santa's thumbprints and the recipe we have appears to have been cut out of a newspaper and pasted onto a notecard. i also had to guess how long to bake them bc it doesn't say

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEY MICKEY HIIIIIIII!!!! i want to ask about soooooo many of your selfships so i dont know where to start..

BUT I THINK FOR NOW orchid + ladybug for mizai!!! and polaroid for mikuna + miji (OR MIJIKUNA IF YOU WANT) !!!!! pretty please i want to hear about your favourite photo with the scrunkly bad at tech old men <333

HAI HAI HAIII SCAR MY ANGELLL:3333333333 THESE WERE SOOOOFUCKING GOODDD THEY ALL GOT ME KICKING MY FUCKING FEET OKAY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOIUUUU I'M ALL SAPPY NOWWW EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHHEHEHE

orchid ৻ꪆ what does your home look like?

MIZAI HOMEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHHHHHH THIS IS SUCH A LOVELY QUESTIONN:((((((((((((( it's a pretty small apartment but to us it's perfect<333333333 we have windows in the bedroom and the kitchen and the living room this is important bc i love natural light okay aaand it's also important that you know that we have a bathtub. overall the place is just very very cozy, we rarely use any of the big lights bc we both fucking hate them lmao he lets me do most of the decorating (well he did move in with ME but yk), all of the posters are smth i picked out all of the trinkets and most of the figurines on the shelves are also smth i picked out but it's not like he doesn't care he just knows how much i like to collect stuff lmao even now too all of my walls are covered in pictures and i have a bunch of legos and stuff so he just lets me do whatever:33333333333

not really home decor but our closet is kind of all mixed up lmao we wear each others clothes a lot and so we just kind of let it all melt together into one big closet instead of two ones hehehhee

ladybug ৻ꪆ if they were to send a bouquet of flowers to your home, what kind of flowers would they send? and what would the notecard say?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DAZAI SENDING FLOWERS i'm gonna die that's so fucking cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tbh he'd send all types of flowers he likes to see what's new at the flower shop, what new bouquets they have bc he wants to surprise me yk? i'm pretty sure he just Knows all of the meanings of the flowers bc he's him and so he puts a lot of thought into that too<3333333333 oh and the note is rarely anything deep and long, it's mostly just smth like "for my beloved" and it has the most beaaaaaaaaaautiful heart next to it OR . it's just "for my babyboo" or smth hgasdgsadghashgdas he's so stupid sometimes (i love him sm i'm going to explode)

polaroid ৻ꪆ what’s your favorite picture of them? what’s their favorite picture of you?

MIJIKUNAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST QUESTION FOR THEMM😭😭😭😭 okok so... i'm between two photos i really can't choose............. the first is one that i took after i came home and found them napping on the couch, legs all tangled up. sukuna was literally DROOLING and toji's shirt was riding up and it just looked so fucking funny and they were in some deep sleep too bc it took them a while to finally wake up and when they did they were so out of it😭😭 they both had these insane fucking pillow lines all over their faces and then they were moaning about their limbs being sore hgasdhgsadhgsagh goddd i love them sm

aaaand then the second one is one we took when we went to a spa together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i took the pic after we had gone and done everything and were already back in our hotel room but we were all wearing these fancy bathrobes and i put a towel on sukuna's head the way ppl who have long hair wear it yk? 😭😭😭 and we all had face masks on and it was so ridiculous but so sweet idk it was our special little moment okay... the pic is literally just a mirror one with me standing between them but i love it i love it sooo so much<33333333

as for their favourites... look they really don't take a lot of pics okayhsadghashgdashgdghsahg and if they do they're all shaky and blurry BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who gives a fuck yk i love shaky blurry pics!!!!!! anyway toji's favourite is the one he managed to take when i was asleep cuddling with shrimy:(((((( i was knocked the fuck out, hand still on the cat bc i just wanted to keep petting him😭😭 aaand toji just happened to find us like that and so he took the pic aand he has that as his homescreen now too:333333333

aaand sukuna's favourite is actually a really cute one too, i wanted him to take a quick pic of me so i could send it to my friend but he ended up saving it for himself too hehehe it's me posing with a cup of hot cocoa at this lovely little cafe that's not too far from our place:3333333333 i asked him why that's his favourite one and he said that it's bc i look so biteable btw????????? that i look like a marshmellow?????????????? he's .. weird... i love him:3333333333

selfship asks:3333

[desertbroadd]

Idk if I’m overreacting but the way my teachers would implement methods to make kids behave was actually kind of like. Fucked up bc for whatever reason I was just so TORMENTED by this and I always felt so pressured by them like not only do I have to deal with my mom and sister beating the shit out of each other at home but I have to go into my third grade class where my (lowkey) racist white teacher would single me out for the pettiest reasons and whenever I’d raise my hand she’d bitterly say “you’re getting a debit mark 😡” which for context: we had this debit and credit system where a credit was a good mark and a debit was a bad mark. There was really no prize if you got good marks you would just get humiliated in front of the class cuz she’d announce when you’d get a debit mark. One time I spelt this long word with big letters at first but wrote them small cuz I was running out of room on my notecard and she stared at me after she called on another person to explain what was wrong with my card. Like she was awful but to be fair she was less shitty to me after she met my mom during a parent teacher meeting but I’m still thinking to myself like why was she like that……

[aliferous-ly]

ope

[bleachrs]

my first valentine’s day w someone was perfect. just absolutely perfect. i fucking love my boyfriend

[ofcaramelandcoffee]

it’s gay culture to have bad memory

[jeongvision]

🗣 TEACHER!AU WITH JOHNNY

PART TWO! LET’S GET IT!

pairing. history teacher! seo johnny ✗ english teacher! fem! reader (ft. english teacher! mark lee)

genre. fluff, slight humor, high school teacher au, non idol au

warnings. some cursing and super soft hours after this huhu <3 and not proofread but we can discuss that later

author’s note. this is an continuation to this blurb! this could be read as a standalone but regardless i hope this brought a smile to your face bc it certainly did for me <3

You should’ve seen it coming. Damn it, it was right in front of you all along, so why didn’t you see it in the first place?

You and your students have been grinding nonstop for the past couple weeks to prep them for the AP English IV exam. There was a time where you requested two days off from work for emergency purposes (thankfully it was nothing too major) leaving you to ask your coworker- Mark, another teacher in your department -to help fill in your students on materials needed for the exam.

Everything was perfectly fine when you came back, your coworker going beyond your expectations in taking care of your students. However, one thing you failed to take notice of is the recent changes the college board made in their AP exams, including the course you teach. After reviewing some of the revisions they made, you felt your heart drop.

They’ve added three additional sections to the exam, meaning an additional two weeks is needed to cover the materials for your students to grasp some sort of mastery on those concepts.

You have four weeks left until the exam, and you’re already compacted those remaining weeks with other necessary materials for the exam.

“Fucking hell,” you murmured under your breath.

Running your hand through your hair, you let out a tired sigh. It’s already bad enough that you have to work overtime in making revisions to your lesson plans. However, it’s worse to see the crestfallen looks on your students’ faces when you dropped the news on them. They’re already tired enough from dealing with other classes and extracurricular activities. On top of that, you know most of them are stressing about their acceptance letters from their colleges.

You dropped the pen in your hand and rubbed both of your eyelids. Relax, y/n you told yourself. Don’t worry, you can do this. You heard the door behind you open, meaning someone walked inside the teacher’s lounge.

“Hey, y/n. What’s up- Woah, woah, WOAH! What do we have here?” the person exclaimed. You let out a chortle. You could distinctively point that voice out from anywhere, and you’re sure as hell that the state of your workspace is nothing short of hell. Taking your hands away from your face, you crossed your arms and leaned back a little in your seat to look up at the latter.

“Well, hello to you too, Mark,” you chuckled. You both gave each a fist bump before he sits down in the empty chair beside you.

“What the hell happened here?” He grabs some of the documents splayed out before you, eyes scanning through the materials that you’ve scribbled on in the past hour. “Wait, what? They added new things to the AP exam?”

You sighed and nodded dejectedly. “Yep. And somehow, I gotta squeeze all those materials into my lesson plans before they take it next month.” You rested your arms on the table and rested your head on top of them. “At this point, I just want to light myself on fire and call it a day.”

Mark lets out a cackle besides you, prompting you to smile. You’ll never mention it to him, but his laughs and smiles are always infectious. It’s what makes him so well-known and loved in the English department in the first place, both faculties and students.

“Please don’t do that. We love you too much to let you do that to yourself,” he responded.

Sitting back up in your seat, you take a glance at the clock. Just four minutes before the section ends and you have to go back to teaching your classes again. You heard your coworker clear his throat, bringing you to face him.

“Do you need help with any of this?” he offered.

You shook your head. “No, it’s fine, Mark. I appreciate the offer but I don’t want to bother you with my workload.”

“No, really. It’s fine, y/n. I only teach honors and they’re all pretty ahead in their assignments, so I have some free time if you’d like.”

Just like that, you swear you could see a halo shining above his figure, your world much brighter and clearer than it was this morning. “Oh my god, yes please.” You shifted through your papers, searching the remnants of the piles before handing it over to him. “Can you please go through these and grade them for me? Here are the answer keys for them.” After debriefing him for that stack of papers, you gave him another one. “And for these, can you make some copies for me? I need them tonight so I can plan for tomorrow’s class.”

He listened attentively to your commands, taking a mental note and nodding each instruction given to him. “Okay, got it, y/n. I’ll get these done and hand them over by the end of the day.”

You’re gawking at him, surprised that your coworker is willing to lend you a helping hand. You could honestly cry out tears of joy right now, but timing refuses to let you do so as the bell rings, marking the end of a period. You both stood up in your seats and grabbed the papers on the table into a neat pile. You let out a content sigh as you both walked out the teacher’s lounge.

“Thank you so much, Mark. You’re the best,” you exhaled. Outside your classroom, you already see some students entering inside as you left it unlocked, free for them or your coworkers to enter as they pleased. You both stood next to its entrance before he shrugs his shoulders at you.

“Hey, I mean it’s what I do best, right? Being the best.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove, earning a laugh from him. Saying goodbyes to one another, you walked inside your classroom. You nodded to the students present. “Afternoon, class,” you greeted.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/n!”

“Miss Y/n, there’s a bouquet of flowers on your desk,” one of your students called out. You raised an eyebrow. Flowers? Looking over to your desk, your student was certainly not lying and neither are your eyes. Perched in the middle of your desk lies a vase filled with varying colors of tulips. Petals are in full bloom and the stems are clipped uniformly. You walked over and saw a notecard attached to one of the flowers.

“Who is it from, Miss Y/n?”

“Yeah! Who got you flowers?”

You looked up and realized more of your students are present, capacity almost at its max. Class was starting soon so more and more are rushing in to see the surprise gift settled on your desk.

“Is it Mr. Kim in the science department? I saw you two walking together in the hallways last week.”

That assumption piqued your interest. “Wait, Mr. Kim? The physics teacher?” you asked. The student, Krystal, nodded, causing you to huff incredulously. “Krystal, please. We’re merely just friends.”

Another student chimes in. “Friends don’t lock arms with each other at work.”

“Jongin, please. Your last girlfriend only stayed with you for a month and she started dating an upperclassman a week later.”

“Hey—”

“Guys, calm down,” you interjected. “As much as I love you crazy bunch, I am still your teacher. Therefore, what occurs in my personal life stays private, and how much I am willing to share with you all lies in my discretion.” But unbeknownst to you, one of your students sneaks behind you to get a glance of the card, discreetly reading the contents:

‘The best deserves nothing less than the best.

Yours truly.’

The student, Luna, almost lets out a squeal. “Guys! Guys!” You jumped in shock, startled by her sudden presence and her high-pitched voice. “I think it’s Mr. Lee! The other English teacher!”

All attention is now on her, excitement filled in the air.

“Mr. Lee? The one that teaches honors?”

“The one with boba eyes?”

“The one that laughs at everything?”

Luna nods to each question, visibly thrilled with the subtle jump in her steps as she walked towards her classmates. “Yes! I heard Miss y/n calling him the best earlier and Mr. Lee joked about being the best! And in the card, it said ‘the best deserves nothing less than the best’.” The bell rang, marking the beginning of the period, but that didn’t stop your students from chattering with happiness, faces completely wiped from fatigue and stress of the upcoming exams. Some students entered your classroom late to the discussion, prompting other students to fill them in only to also be electrified by the ‘news’.

You run a hand through your hair again and sighed. Not this again, you thought to yourself. But just before you could jump in to stop all this chaos, you heard someone knock on your open door, diverting your attention and your class’ to the intruder.

“Well, good afternoon, class,” the person chuckled. “Why’s it so boisterous here? Did I miss a party or something?”

Of course, what better person to appear now of all times? It was none other than the infamous history teacher, Johnny Seo. You rolled your eyes before laughing. Coincidence, my ass.

“Mr. Seo! Someone gave Miss Y/n a bouquet of tulips! She has a secret admirer!” Luna stated.

He raised an eyebrow at her direction. “Oh, does she now?” He looks back at you with a grin. “Did Miss Y/n find out who this secret admirer is?”

“We think it’s Mr. Lee from honors English.”

“And what makes you think so?”

“Because we heard her call him the best earlier before class started, and the notecard called her the best.”

“Coincidence? I think not,” Jongin nodded.

All of the students followed along in unison, profoundly proud of their assumptions that left you shaking your head in disbelief. Surely, you had a smile on your face, but it’s surprising to know how your students are able to make such large assumptions based on groundless evidence. You sat down in your chair and turned on your computer, getting your lesson plan ready for the period as your students entertained themselves with Mr. Seo.

Johnny takes it all in, nodding to all of them before walking up behind your desk. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that you don’t pester too much to Miss y/n about it. You know how much she likes to keep her life private.” While you were browsing through your saved files and pulling up powerpoints, you felt the latter tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Right, Mrs. Seo?”

And just like that, your hands stilled. Wait, did he just—

“Hold up..”

“What?”

“Did you just—”

“Mrs. Seo?”

“Huh?”

You squeezed your eyelids shut. Oh my god, here we go again—

“YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED??”

jeongvision’s milestone event!

[verfound]

WIP (oh shiz it's) Wednesday: 3/30/22

Me, yesterday: "Ok. Ch3's done. Get home tomorrow, make the bars for work Thursday, edit, and post!" My blood sugar 20m before leaving work: "...but what if we didn't?"

(I stupidly forgot my kit bc it's been that kind of week, so I can't say for certain how low it got, but I haven't had a reaction that bad in years. I'mma try and get this chapter up either tomorrow or Friday, but I'm still post-crash mush!brain, so it's not happening tonight. >< )

“Well, I know why I’m having a bad morning,” she said, slipping her backpack off as they neared her locker, “but what’s going on, Luka? You said you didn’t sleep well.”

“It’s…” he paused, the lie dying on his lips. It wasn’t nothing. Not really. Or at least it should be nothing, he supposed. “Rose was just giving me shit last night. She maybe got in my head a little. I’m fine, though.”

“Rose is mad at you?” she asked, pausing halfway through entering the combination on her lock. He leaned against the locker beside her, dropping his head back with a heavy thump as he stared at the ceiling. Traced the lines of the ceiling tiles. Watched a fluffy cloud crawl its way across the sky trough the skylight. She nudged his side, and he closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. “What did you do? Insult a puppy?”

“Never,” he chuckled, glancing down at her in time to see her smile as she turned back to her lock. With the locker open and her face hidden, it was a little easier to think. “Nah, she just…it’s stupid. It is so stupid, Mari. But she’s got it in her head that you’re mad at me, so she’s mad at me by proxy.”

“…I’m not mad at you,” she said. He huffed out another chuckle.

“That’s what I told her, but you know Rose,” he said. Marinette peeked at him around the door of her locker. There was…something in her eyes. A look he was having trouble placing that didn’t quite sit well with him.

“Why…why does she think I’m mad at you?” she asked.

“Because I’m not going to the dance,” he said. She quickly disappeared behind her door again. His eyebrows rose. “Something about how much work you’ve put into it. How you want me to go. But I told her –”

“I only want you to go if you want to go, Luka,” she said quickly, and he winced at how roughly she shoved her books into her locker. “Don’t go just because you think…if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to go. Ignore Rose. She doesn’t…just ignore her.”

“I usually do,” he agreed, nodding. “Thing is, though…I think there’s a little more to it than that. It’s just…God, why is this so hard? Asking you out wasn’t this hard last time.”

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. Then another. She had stopped moving beside him, like she was waiting for him to continue. He kept his eyes closed. Somehow, not looking at her made this easier.

“I know Rose doesn’t know what she’s talking about and that I should just ignore her, but knowing that doesn’t change the fact that I’m starting to wonder if she was maybe just a little right? You’ve been working so hard on this dance, Mari, and you deserve to enjoy it. And I don’t know, maybe you would enjoy it more with…a date? If you want to. I could…God, I’m so bad at this. Do you want to go to the dance, Marinette? With me? Together?” he asked, forcing himself to speak slowly and clearly. His eyes were shut so tightly they pricked at the edges, and his hand was fisted in his pocket so bad his nails cut into his palm. He forced himself to relax, but she wasn’t answering and that wasn’t exactly helping his nerves. Had…had he completely misunderstood the situation? Had he been right all along and she really didn’t want the extra pressure of a date right now? He opened his eyes and looked down at her, but he couldn’t see her around the locker door. He moved it aside, frowning. “Marinette?”

…she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at a notecard in her hands. She…he didn’t think she was even listening to him anymore.

“Marinette?” he called again, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder. She looked up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Her lower lip was pulled between her teeth, and she was worrying it as she looked up at him like… “What’s…what’s wrong?”

“You…Luka, did you…” she started, but then she was looking at the card again. He frowned as she held it up to him. “Was this you?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. He moved to stand beside her, to better read the card. His eyebrows furrowed. “You’ve seen my handwriting, Mari. That’s way too neat to be me.”

…except he kind of wished it had been him, especially with how her face fell as soon as he denied it. She looked back at the note, closing it before he could finish reading it – but he had seen enough. It was a love letter. From what looked like a secret admirer, as the card hadn’t been signed.

Who the hell was sending Marinette love letters?

“Right!” she squeaked, quickly shoving it back into a blue envelope and into her bag. He frowned as she grabbed two more books and stuffed them in on top of the note, hiding it from view, before throwing her backpack on so quickly it knocked him in the stomach. He stepped back as she slammed her locker shut and spun on her heel, grinning up at him with a too-wide, manic smile that didn’t sit well with him. He reached up to cup her cheek, but before he could touch her she was ducking past him and moving towards the door. “Of course it wasn’t you! Silly…silly me. Why would it be you? It’s never…anyway, let’s go – can’t be late, right? Already late enough today! C’mon!”

And then she was out the door, and Luka was left alone in an empty locker room with a good five, ten minutes before anyone else would wander in for the change of class. He blinked after her, wondering what exactly had just happened and not understanding any of it. That stupid, niggling voice that had been mocking him all night was louder than ever, though. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he was left with the sinking feeling that it was somehow his fault. He slumped back against her locker, thwunking his head against the cool metal as he replayed the scene in his head.

“…dammit.”

[kyopmi]

OKAY!!! the match game: i think that nanami and sakusa would like you, obviously. okay okay okay listen

i think nanami would like buy all different sorts of teas for you to try OH? NO he would help you come up with new tea recipies!!! like you two would just be listening to some nice relaxing music on a sunday morning and trying out different things to see which one you like best (and then he would slow dance with you around the kitchen-- a bitch is crying, that bitch is me)

and then sakusa!! im thinking like college campus thing that he would see you after his class sitting outside in the grass and studying with like a little cute blanket and stuff and man HATES being outside because... dangers. dangers everywhere, just let the poor man live, he just wants to go back to his room and be there in peace. but he starts studying outside JUST to watch you and he finally gets the courage to ask you if he can sit there with you and you two study together 😌😌😌😌

OOOOH bonus sakusa!!!!: he borrows your textbook and makes you color coded flashcards in his neat hand writing to help you study even more and his dormmate atsumu sees and wont stop making fun of him and sakusa slowly puts all the notecards into a neat little pile and puts his pens away and then starts chasing atsumu around the dorm 😂

brb crying bcs rae wrote a whole scenario for this

TRYING NEW TEA RECIPES WITH NANAMI😭 pls we would make a whole day out of it.. a lot of blind taste tests and an official rating so we can decide which is the ✨ultimate tea recipe✨ slow dancing in the kitchen i-🥹 imagining the Howl's Moving Castle theme coming up on the playlist and slow dancing to it even though neither of us know how to dance (i'm also that bitch sobbing)

shaking crying throwing up bcs i didn't get to experience a sakusa kiyoomi college au romance during my own college years.. HE IS SO CUTE i would lowkey already be crushing on him and mind just goes *blank* when he actually talks to me🥴 if it helps him, i love studying in the library too :)

THE FLASHCARDS watch me finally become a straight-A student LMAO DORMMATE ATSUMU he had it coming sksjhskdh also omi putting away the notecards and pens,, that's adorable sighh

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[littlemisslipbalm]

Little Border Town Pt. 3

Summary: It begins with a man and a woman, as it always seems to. One lives in France and the other lives in Italy, technically, but they’re also neighbors. Various issues arise between these two and they can’t ever seem to see eye to eye on anything. Will they ever move past their petty fighting or is the little town they live in doomed to only gossip about what Harry and Y/N are fighting about today? 

Part 3: the one with the boat and the beginning of a storm

IT’S BEEN AGESSSS I AM SO SO SORRY I LOVE YALL SO MUCH AND EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER READ THIS THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT

also harry is wearing this fit in this part just no tie?? i think i cant remember

college has been incredibly crazy this year already and i just dont have time to write like i did before i went back. i honestly had this mostly finished and i havent reread so i have no idea what even happens so lmk what you think, i can’t imagine that it will get a lot of notes but if it did id be very happy about that - anyways lots of love and feedback appreciated as always...pls enjoy

Word Count: 6.6k | Warnings: ?? Swearing? idek, more yearning bc slow burn

Catch up here! part 1 | 2 |

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“Isn’t the weather not ideal for boat sailing today,” she ponders as her face looks up at the sky. She’s walking into Harry’s store again after running back to her place to grab a jacket and lock up. She placed a notecard in the door’s window that says “closed today, see you tomorrow” with a smiling face as punctuation.

Harry grins, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He had sailing boots on his feet with a smart big-collared printed shirt and marigold trousers. Instead of a belt, he had suspenders that matched the color of his pants and a pearl necklace as his final accessory other than his rings. He must have repainted his nails this morning because they were a light lavender shade that hadn’t been noticeable last night.

“It’s just fine. We’re entering fall and the sun is out today!” He gestures to the sky above them and she nods in agreement that the sun is indeed out. However she wasn’t sure if she’d categorize it as a nice day to go out on the sea still. With the sun there were also many clouds, they were mostly white and fluffy, but she was sure they could turn sinister any moment.

“Ready?” He beams.

“As I’ll ever be.”

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On the boat, Y/N felt her stomach churning. Was she giddy or unnerved? Likely, both.

Harry was tying the boat off the dock after helping her onto the deck. It wasn’t a huge boat, not a yacht or anything, but it also wasn’t a tiny sailboat. It had an upper deck where maybe four people - at most - could comfortably be. Then a lower deck, inside a hatch in the upper deck. She couldn’t discern how much space was down there, but she was sure Harry would show her. He was talking through everything he was doing on the boat. Ad nauseum for an extremely nontechnical girl, such as herself.

Still, she sat in the spot he had directed her to next to the closed hatch and watched him move gracefully around the boat. Maneuvering the sails and different parts of the boat was a dance for Harry. Each step, each twist and knot, moved by a song unknown to her. It was beautiful. He was completely in his element, surprisingly. Again, Harry surprised her. She knew he had a boat, but whenever she thought of a jerk with a boat she didn’t think of what she was seeing with her own eyes. It was beautiful - or at least, it would be, if he’d shut his big mouth that was now making her roll her eyes as he made a pun about boats.

“So,” Harry starts finally, finishing up whatever he needed to do to get the boat off the dock and on the path he wanted. They were moving out into open water, she could see the little town, but it was growing smaller by the minute. Her stomach churned again as she looked up at the man she had just trusted to take her out onto the ocean. She grimaced slightly at the thought.

“Do you want to see the inside?” he continued.

She nods eagerly, “Finally!”

He chuckles lightly before opening up the hatch and gesturing for her to go first. She looks at him hesitantly.

“This isn’t a trap right? It’s not going to be all...murder-y down there?” Her voice is pitched higher, she’s almost completely serious.

This time Harry’s laugh comes from his belly, almost doubling over at the word ‘murder-y’. Between laughs, he tries to reassure her. “God no...oh my god.” More laughter, then a deep breath. “The only evil entity on this boat is the diavola I invited on here,” he gestures to her standing in front of him and her eyes narrow. Displeasure washing over her features.

“You’re ridiculous,” her hand swats at his sternum before she turns from him and climbs down to the underdeck area.

When she’s down, she’s surprised with her surroundings and she doesn’t notice Harry follow quickly behind her. It’s neat and stylish. Well, she’s not completely surprised, Harry was very fashionable. But the neatness dissipated all thoughts of the improbable scenario where Harry had lured her on his boat to murder her. It was what she had been freaking out over when she had at first refused to enter.

There was a small daybed at the end of the hall that doubled as a couch, a door to a bathroom, a dining area, a kitchenette, and then the random area they were standing in. It wasn’t super spacious, it was a hallway with things around it, but it was clean and it smelled nice. Everything had a place and they were neatly put in their places. After a moment, she turned at the feeling of Harry’s presence behind her.

He grinned, scanning the areas her eyes had just taken in for the first time. His green eyes were filled with admiration. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, smells like you.” She nods matter of factly.

“Huh?” His head whips to her, sure he hadn’t heard her right.

“The whole place is very you,” she looks away from him and walks down the hall to the daybed and takes a seat, “Styles-ish.”

He follows quickly behind, shaking his head out of his own thoughts.

He mumbles a thanks, not catching the play on words she’d used with his last name. She smiles to herself, pleased. He stands in the doorway, not really wanting to sit beside her. Maybe he didn’t trust himself with being in such close proximity with her anymore. No, not after last night.

Her eyes widen slightly when he leans against the doorway and crosses his arms. The sleeves of his button-up had been rolled up when he had been working with the sails. Her lips suddenly are dry and she wets them with her tongue, eyes moving to the fabric of the blanket she’s sat on top of.

“I meant to say,” Harry breaks the silence, obviously not a fan of the quiet. A hand leaves his pose and runs through his hair, rings classically tugging at his curls. He swallows before he speaks again, “Thanks, uh, for stopping me last night. That would’ve been weird…”

He trails off and her eyes go wide again, but now they’re trained on his face. His eyes are downcast now, watching the way light plays off his rings. She tries to make out the sound in his voice, the expression he’s trying to hide with indifference. Her teeth tug her bottom lip into her mouth as she thinks, silence once again taking hold of the small, small room. The air is tense, static, unmoving, the complete opposite of the water that rushes just outside the walls of the boat.

She clears her throat and Harry locks eyes with her, “No problem...alcohol and atmosphere, clouds the head. I get it.” She did, but she also hadn’t wanted the gratitude Harry had just placed on her.  

“You booze, you lose,” he smiles, straightening up and she looks at him quizzically.

“That’s such an odd phrase.”

“No it’s not!”

“It’s a play on ‘you snooze, you lose’ right?” She leans forward, face looking smugly up at Harry’s offended face.

“Well, yeah,” Harry admits.

“I can’t believe you made that up and got it tattooed,” She states breezily and then stands. She brushes past him to look around the rest of the cabin.

Harry scoffs, not even noticing the way her fingers had brushed over his naked forearm as she passed, too focussed on his indignation. “How’d you know about the tattoo?”

“Naked neighbor? Never closing his shade? Do you seriously need a refresher course already? Seriously, boat boy, I really thought you were smarter than that,” She talks as she snoops around the different parts of the cabin. She pokes at figurines and looks at little photos and paintings. Her head looks over her shoulder and she laughs happily at Harry’s face of irritation. It was so easy to push his buttons.

“Don’t call me boat boy,” he seethes, but she knows he’s not really mad. More like he’s a child who got told no dessert before dinner. A laugh rocks through her body again and bubbles to the surface. It causes Harry to soften, this time there’s no alcohol in his system to account for the feeling he just felt. He mirrors the smile she has. That is until she reaches the kitchenette and finds a rack of CDs sitting beside the sink.

She turns from him and begins to leaf through them, most of them are artists she recognizes. But then she reaches some that are just titled “Demo” with various numbers beside the word. Her fingers nimbly pick out “Demo #1” and turn back to Harry with an inquisitive gaze. His green eyes are bigger than usual, the smile gone from his face.

“These from the boy band days?” She smiles wider as he turns a little red. She crosses closer to him, remembering the sight of a cd player in the main area where the entrance to the cabin was.

“Erm..no.” She flips around again, confused again, but then it dawns on her. “Demos for my solo work.”

“That you put on hold to take over for your Uncle.”

“Great Uncle.” He corrects.

“I know.” She waited a second, where she was about to be quick to play the CD, she now wanted to get Harry’s permission. It might be a little more personal than she had first thought. “Can we listen to this one? You’d technically be taking me up on the request to play for me sometime.”

“Yeah, they’re rough - obviously. So if you could try to not bruise my ego, at least not more than you usually do,” he grins and she looks at him with dead eyes. A smile cracks on her face quickly, still.

“I wouldn’t...this is different,” she struggles to find the right words. She would never make fun of something he cared a lot about, not now. She wasn’t that person, it was odd to think he maybe saw her like that. She shook away the thought and focused on placing the CD in its player correctly.

The first song begins to play, he’s right it is rough, it’s a demo. There’s no backing vocals or beat of any kind. Just a voice and a guitar. And it’s amazing. After the guitar intro, she lets out a breath she had been holding when she hears the voice. His voice. It’s beautiful. And she’s shocked, her eyes flash to Harry. He’s nibbling at his bottom lip, watching her hear it for the first time. His voice from all those years ago.

“Brooklyn saw me empty at the news, there’s no water inside this swimming pool.”

Her eyes light up again at the lyrics and she smiles, finding it melancholic yet slightly funny at the same time. It was interesting, the words, his voice, the meaning. Some bits of information eluded her, but she knew she enjoyed the song.

“And I’ve been praying, I never did before.”

Even as the song moved on from this one lyric, she felt it replaying in her head as she watched the singer in front of her. Years older than he had been when he had written this song. She was filled with questions and paused the CD as the guitar faded out.

“That’s it?” Harry laughs, “Just one song? It was really that horrible?”

“Oh my god, no!” She is emphatic, needing Harry to understand she’s serious. She takes a step closer to his figure. He had traveled closer to her while the song had played. They were almost chest to chest and her hand goes out to touch his forearm. “I really liked it, genuinely. I just needed a moment before the next one.”

“Bracing yourself?”

“Stop, I’m serious. It was beautiful. Your voice is wonderful, Harry.”

His eyes sparkle at the praise, finally believing she’s not taking the piss. Then his eyes dropped from her gaze, “I was a lot younger then, was 21 I think when I recorded this demo.”

“So? A voice like that doesn’t just disappear, dude.” She looks at him with a finality in her expression before dropping the hand that was firmly gripping his tattooed arm and turning back to the CD player.

Harry bites his lip as another one of his early songs plays over the shoddy speakers. His voice repeats “Meet me in the hallway” over the solo guitar. There’s no echo or bass, no count in like the final song was supposed to have. It’s just him and his guitar, before he chose to leave it all behind.

His voice is sadder here, she notices and she visibly winces at “just take the pain away” and “just let me know, I’ll be on the floor” and his repetition of “gotta get better.”

How did this man, who seemed fazed by practically nothing, have so much hurt in him to write both of these songs? Her eyes welled with water, but she blinked them back still staring at the singer before her. He was watching the CD spin in the player as his voice came through the speakers. He was lost in thought, in memory. Maybe she was lucky, these weren’t memories for her, she was only hearing his interpretation of his life. She hadn’t had to live that pain first hand. This time she doesn’t pause before the next song.

The next one seems more produced than the last two. This one starts with drums, a step up from the last two acoustic demos in respect to production. A big crash and then a wailing guitar and an accompanying voice. His voice is stronger here, more sure of himself. And then it changes again, melancholic once again and her heart strings are yanked at again.

“We’re not who we used to be, we’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

The guitar continues that sad tone for a riff and then goes back to strumming beneath his voice. She shifts her eyes to him again and sighs softly, it weighs heavy on her soul that the man next to her has seemingly been through so much heartache. He looks up at “We don’t see what we used to see” and she holds his gaze, brows knit together in confusion and sadness. She pauses this time, finger reaching out without looking.

“This is depressing, please tell me they’re not all sad songs or I might as well have turned on a pet rescue commercial.”

His smile etches on his face, in a small knowing smirk and he crosses into her personal space. She’s about to step back, but he reaches out and softly bats her finger away from the pause/play button. She smiles back, shuffling to lean against the counter beside him. It was unusual for them to be on the same side of the counter, much like last night at the bar.

“There’s six songs on this demo. Three sad, three…” he trails off, looking at her expectantly. She nods. “You gotta learn to be a little less impatient, hmm?”

“Not impatient, just trying to brace myself for more sadness. I thought I had been promised a day of fun,” she grumbles.

“I wasn’t the one who suggested a demo listening party,” his brows raise and she twists her mouth to the side at his smug response.

“True,” she finally concedes with a murmur.

He presses play and a new song comes on that is more upbeat than any of the other’s that have played so far. It also seems to be a bit more produced than the first two. Her hand rests on the countertop and begins to tap, she quirks her brow at the first lyric “she’s got a family in carolina, so far away, but she says I remind her of home.”  A girl who likened Harry Styles to the South of the United States, interesting. As she listens to the lyrics, she smirks at the massive crush he must have had to write this song. The “good girl” lyrics bounce around in her mind and her mind drifts back to last night. Would it have felt good? To kiss Harry?

Then, she’s brought out of her reverie with “I met her once and wrote a song about her”. Her eyes widen and look to Harry again inquisitively as his past self muses over how good this girl felt. He wrote about a one night stand? That woman must have been magic. That was all she had to say about that.

“Really?” She asks incredulously, folding her arms over her chest. His gaze flickers at the movement, human nature. He presses pause.

“What?”

“A one night stand earned that?”

He looked at her seriously, like the answer was obvious. She laughs before continuing.

“You’re a simp.”

“I’m sorry?” He sputters at her statement immediately.

She raises her brows as a response now. Nothing else to say.

“She wasn’t a one night stand,” he defends, “She was a blind date...and it had been after a dry spell.”

She starts to laugh, about to give another snarky response, but he adds, “And I was twenty-one.” The numbers specifically enunciated.

“You’re still a simp in my book...but I liked the song. It was catchy, rock vibes in there. I don’t know about her telling you remind her of Carolina - north or south, I don’t see it.”

He eyes her warily, still not happy with her titling him that gen z term that was super popular all over the internet. He took her in and he knew she was only three years younger than him, he was pretty sure, yet she used ‘simp’ and ‘vibes’ like they were lexicon words. He didn’t hate it, it was just different than what he usually heard in the little border town. Italian not having translations for things like that, English was so interesting, internet language was so interesting.  

“I-” He starts and stops. “She said it. Was she right? That’s not my place to judge.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N pressed, words dragging out playfully, “Personally, I wouldn’t want to be a reminder of the U.S. South, but okay...simp.”

“I swear to god if you call me that one more time, I’m throwing you overboard and I won’t feel bad about it.”

Her eyes widen and then she smiles, he cracks a smile too. They huddle back around the CD player, ready for the next song. It starts with a strong guitar and drums, again well produced compared to the acoustic earlier ones.

His voice in this is far more shaky, unsure of himself again. “Let me take my medicine, take my medicine, treat you like a gentleman,” comes through the speakers. She shivers and looks at him, her fingers tapping along to the beat. The instruments are strong where his voice is soft, it doesn’t exactly fit, but she likes the lyrics still. When it gets to the pre-chorus, that’s when she knows she loves the song.

“I had a few got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you (tasted)”

When his voice pitches high for ‘wasted’ she loses it. Her body moves with the instruments and her eyes close and her head wiggles. Harry smiles happily as she dances for the first time to one of his songs. The last word must have been shouted by his bandmates, because she doesn’t hear him say it.

Then the chorus hits and she wonders how it got even better. Her eyes shoot open and she just stares at Harry, her jaw slightly dropped.

“If you got out tonight, I’m going out tonight cause I know you’re persuasive! You got that something and I got me an appetite now I can taste it”

His past self sings of getting dizzy and his voice moans into the mic the demo was recorded on. She’s blown away. It sounds so hot, his voice gaining confidence during the pre-chorus and the chorus to have an all around rockstar sound.

The present Harry just taps his rings together as he watches her, studying her reaction with an even-tempered expression. Why isn’t he screaming like she is on the inside? When it gets to the second verse she’s bracing herself for what’s to come. This song has her pulse racing and blood flowing wildly around her body. She’s buzzing from it.

“The boys and the girls are in, I mess around with him and I’m okay with it”

The electric guitar follows the line up and she thinks she’s going to pass out on this boat right now. Flamboyant Harry. Was this what Marie had been talking about. The wild side of Harry she really had never seen, embodied in one song. She wanted more of it. Still all she got was the Harry on the demo rocking out to his song. She can hear him smiling through the recording, the sad boy from a few songs ago was now feeling euphoric. She just wanted to dance the night away with him.

Then another pre-chorus: “I’m coming down, I figured out I kinda like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you (ride it)”

His voice goes high again for ‘like it’ this time and her question of what is to follow is quickly answered with the bandmates screaming ‘ride it’ into the mics they must have had. It’s punctuated with the drums and other instruments. A noise escapes the back of her throat and Harry looks at her both smugly and amused. She rolls her eyes in response, trying to convince Harry that she hadn’t just had images of him singing about how good someone rides him flash in her mind. Even more so with the images of someone, namely her, being the object of his dreams. Doing the things he said he’d dream of. That, that was definitely not what she was thinking about. Definitely not. Her throat was dry and she swallowed hard. Harry’s eyes never left her face. Watching every reaction, gauging it and storing the information elsewhere for the time being.

She sings along to the chorus, trying to focus on the song, it was easy to pick up, but then the damn moans. And then there’s a guitar solo that sounds like sex itself and she’s baffled that this was an unreleased demo, not a famous rock song. Harry in front of her can’t stop himself from tapping his feet at this part, a little dance forming on his body as his eyes finally leave her figure. They close as he feels the music, the memory of his friend playing the riff clear in his mind and how much he had loved it. It builds up again and then there’s a final chorus. She watches him now as he dances in the confined space. His mouth opens to sing along to the “la la la’s”

It ends and goes straight into another upbeat song. It seemed like a complimentary song to the one that had just played.

“I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me, oh Anna!”

His voice sings strong again. Harry before her composed himself again, going back to his watching position. He took in her tapping and smiling to the song. He also mouths the words slightly as it plays, the lyrics clear as the day he finished writing them almost 4 years ago. One of the final ones for this demo.

“Hope you never hear this and know that it’s for you, don’t know what I’d tell you if you asked me for the truth”

She smirks at him, now, with the earnest lyrics, about to say something, but then notices the change in the guitar. It switches from the epic riff that was going to a more familiar tune, “Faith” by George Michael. She looks at him, a cheesy grin on her face as the voice begins to sing the chorus of that song. Her body begins to dance to it, like an old man doing the twist. She’s not ashamed and Harry loves it and joins her by mirroring the movements.

When the song comes to an end, they’re one large giggling mess. She falls into his arms and he holds her steady, their laughter coming out with freedom.

“Thanks for making me be patient,” She looks up at him, “it was worth it!”

He smiles, backing up slightly, “It’s like I knew what I was talking about.”

“Ok smart guy,” she teases with a silly voice. “I’m assuming whoever Anna is, isn’t actually named Anna then...?”

Harry hums and makes a twitch of his brows, but doesn’t respond. Instead he grabs her hand and she squeaks slightly, he pulls her to the ladder and prompts her to go up. She obliges silently and lands back on the top of the boat now. She looks out and sees the little town to be off in the distances now, shining blue water all around the creamy white boat.

Harry stands behind her now and shuts the hatch easily. She looks at him warily, confused by his silence. He extends his hand to her this time and she takes it. He leads her to the front of his boat. They’re moving, but so slowly you’d barely notice. There’s a loveseat of sorts right at the front and Harry sets her down in it. She smiles at him with caution, still bewildered. He leans against a part of the boat that stands in front of the seat.

“It’s beautiful, right?” He asks.

Her eyes have been looking around her, but they’ve mostly been trained on Harry. She was mesmerized by him now. His music, his boat, his clothes, his everything. She was seeing him in a new light. In a completely brand new way that had her unable to take her eyes off of him.

She nods finally when Harry looks at her expectantly. “It’s amazing,” she breathes.

His smile is the half-sided grin again. Beautiful big teeth on display with a little part of space between them. His dimple pops out and once again her eyes are on his face. She realized going on this boat with Harry might not have been such a good idea.  

He folds his arms, her eyes flicker down. Every movement he makes, she doesn’t want to miss it. Even if she also is telling her mind to shake it off, she can’t. It’s like a spell.

“Obviously Anna is a pseudonym,” he says finally, eyes watching where the boat was taking him. She nods in approval. He pauses, watching the little waves, but she knows he has more to say.

“What did you think of the rest of it?” He asks quietly, gaze never going back to her. He knew she’d teased him a little and had danced along to some. She’d looked at him with wide eyes at some lyrics, but he wanted to know what she really thought.

She can tell he’s nervous, but she doesn’t understand why. They were all very good songs, his voice was beautiful, the lyrics were interesting. She didn’t understand his lack of confidence. His first time not exhibiting his usual self-assured - self-absorbed, even - personality. She bites her lip in confusion and his brows knit together, further showing his apprehension. The wrinkles in his forehead show up more prominently and she’s reminded that Harry is 26. He’s a different person now then he was back when he recorded that demo. Maybe there was a reason he kept them on the boat. She felt unsure in her response now.

“They were all great, Harry.” His face softens immediately. “Each one was beautifully written and sung. The ones that were acoustic sounded wonderful as did the ones with your whole band. I’m honored to be someone who got to hear those masterpieces.”

She wanted to tell them they should be famous songs, but she had a feeling that might not have the effect on him that she wanted. He had chosen a little quiet life in the little border town. She didn’t think he would want to hear how his music could have made it big time.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, just about the sounds of the sea. He lets a closed mouth smile twist onto his face, but it feels like he doesn’t fully believe her. She wants to kiss his worry away, but again, she knows it’s not possible. His words from earlier rang in her head. It would make things weird. Yeah, you’re right. Ugh, why had she agreed. She didn’t agree, not at all, not anymore.

“Did you have a favorite?” He stands up straighter with his question.

She laughs slightly, “I liked the second to last one a lot. It was hot.”

“Hot how?” He steps closer, smirking.

She jumps up from her reclined seat, in indignation, “Oh come on, you know it’s hot. Now you’re just looking for me to stroke your ego! It’s obviously about sex.”

“And? You’re the one who’s saying it’s your favorite and blushing.” He arches a brow at her, arms going to his hips and looking at her teasingly.

“Well, you’re the one who was singing about sucking dick and dreaming of how someone rode you.”

“Is that what it’s about?” His voice raises as he purses his lips and raises both of his brows.

She realizes just how worked up he’s gotten her in such a short amount of time. She huffs and turns away from him with a flick of her hand. “You’re infuriating.” Is all she can say. She looks out at the waves now, ignoring Harry even though he’s less than a foot away.

He’s laughing behind her for a little. Then when she doesn’t turn around, he quiets and she’s not quite sure where he’s gone. Then his breath fans over her neck and right shoulder, where her jacket hasn’t managed to cover her. It’s warm and a little minty as the scent travels over the salty sea air. She doesn’t turn or move a muscle for that matter.

A hand reaches out to her shoulder, but still she makes no move to turn. It rests there for a minute and she simply huffs again, letting her shoulders rise and fall dramatically. A single laugh slips from Harry’s mouth.

“C’mon diavola, don’t be like that. S’all in good fun.” His voice is low in her ear, sultry even. It reminds her of his voice in that song once he got into it. His voice sounds like sex in her ear and this time when she sighs it’s not because she’s irritated with him. No, she wants him. The sigh has an undercurrent of that desire and she hopes Harry doesn’t understand that. But otherwise she stays quiet, letting him murmur into her ear with his hand on her shoulder and his chest pressed to her back now. The only witness of this exchange is the ocean before them.

His head leans closer and if she didn’t know any better it felt like he was about to press a kiss to her neck. Instead all she feels is the brush of his mustache, it tickles the shell of her ear and she can’t keep in the giggle. She twists away from the sensation and Harry is grinning at her when she faces him.

His hand still on her shoulder and his body still pressed close to hers. He’s so warm and so close and so shiny new in her eyes, even if he still manages to irritate her. Her eyes flicker up to his as their laughter quiets down. She realizes her own hands have gone to his waist to steady herself and she follows his feet as he backs them up from the edge of the boat that she had brought them too.

It’s quiet again. They’re staring at each other intently. Her eyes are swirling with emotion because she just wants to know what’s going on in the brain of the man before her. She wants to know everything about him, but she knows that’s not how he feels about her. Sure, they’re friends now, but nothing else.

Why did she have to come on this stupid boat and find his stupid amazing music? Why did he have such a stupid amazing face?

These questions and other silly things were racing around her head as she gripped his waist. He didn’t mind her quietness, he found her gaze to be a little unnerving, but he was just glad he had made her laugh. He found that he didn’t enjoy her anger at him as much anymore.

Just as he was about to start another conversation, there was a cloud that drifted over the shining sun. It was her original fear come to life. Harry’s brows furrowed as he looked up at the clouds. They were turning grey. Fast.

“Shit, shit, shit,” He began mumbling and released his hand from her shoulder. He pulled away from her hold and began moving swiftly around the boat. He needed to get them off the water, there was a storm coming.

Her eyes went wide as she noticed the approaching storm as well. Her brows furrowed with worry as she watched Harry begin working on the boat, his only words being curses to himself at first.

Then he enlists her help, asking her to hold onto a specific part of the boat for him after he threw her a life vest and made her put it on. She wore it with great dissatisfaction. He only shrugged as he continued to move nimbly around the boat, turning them around, back to the dock.  

The boat moved much swifter into the shore than it had on their way out. The waves were growing choppier by the minute and she would admit she was more than a little scared. Thankfully, Harry knew what he was doing and got them there quickly and safely. Once at the dock, he tied them there and then helped her off the boat. She stood on the dock uncomfortably as the rain started to come down.

“Give me your lifevest!” He gestures from the boat.

She quickly takes it off and flinches when the first bout of thunder sounds from far off. He takes it from her and throws it haphazardly down the hatch along with his own before jumping off the boat himself. He surveys the boat from the dock to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. Then he looks at her. She’s wrapped her arms around herself and is ducking her head, looking like she’s attempting to ward off rain but failing miserably.

She looks up at him and he offers a soft smile of reassurance.

“Take my hand!” He shouts slightly over the growing sound of rain and thunder. He wants to get them out of the rain, but he’s also apprehensive to leave his boat to the mercy of the weather. Still, that’s all he can do.

She puts her hand in his and his fingers weave with hers. Then, they’re off racing back to their street in the little border town.

-

“I should go back to my place!”

“Don’t be silly! France is much too far for you to go in this weather!”

She laughs and grips his hand tighter as he fumbles for his key. His wet hand slipping as the rain droplets soak their clothes and skin. Even though her door is a mere few feet away she allows Harry to pull her into his shop. The warmth and dryness appreciated after running a few blocks in the now torrential downpour. There weren’t storms often in the little border town, but like the old adage said ‘when it rained, it poured’ quite literally. The less she had to travel in the rain the happier she was, even if it was three measly feet.

It also occurred to her that she’d be able to sit out her first storm with someone by her side. And she would admit that didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. She wasn’t necessarily a fan of storms and being in a new place with a storm she’d never weathered before was daunting. Harry inviting her in was a blessing. She didn’t have to be asked twice.

Once inside the little shop, their wet frames begin to form puddles beneath themselves. Harry sighs and takes off up his rickety stairs. She looks after him in confusion but stays put when he calls a quick “Wait there!”

She shakes a bit of the rain from her and shivers as she listens for Harry’s movements barely audible above the crashing of the rain water. When he returns, her breath catches in her throat, like she just choked on something, yet there’s nothing.

As he walks down the steps, far slower now, his wet hair shakes out around his head forming some ethereal halo. The light from upstairs illuminates him and the darkness outside casts an ominous darkness as he descends.

“Un ange…” She whispers after finally catching her breath.

If he hears her, it doesn’t matter. He’s already beginning to smile widely just from seeing Y/N before him.

He skips the last step and crosses to her swiftly. “Let’s get you dried a little more,” he begins to dote. A matching smile spreads on Y/N’s face out of appreciation. She still can’t manage to fend off the shivering and Harry’s smile falters. His hands leave the towel and trace her exposed skin. Her cheek feels like ice, only slightly warming under his touch.

“You need dry clothes,” he mumbles.

Her eyes widen as she looks up at him. He’s so close and so attentive and she wants to ask him to kiss her because they’ve been going back and forth all day, but he’s right she’s freezing. His eyes are so intense though she can’t even maintain eye contact. Instead her gaze flits up to the droplet beginning to swell down one of his rogue strands of hair that flopped over his forehead moments ago.

She doesn’t respond as she watches and Harry begins to worry more. Her eyes seemingly unfocused, her shivering, and her silence. He thumbs over the apple of her cheekbone and finally breaks her reverie. The droplet splashing between them without her as its audience.

“C’mon,” he tugs her hand now to bring her upstairs.

[firelxdykatara]

not gonna lie I would love to hear more about the drama and infighting that went on in The Vampire Diaries fandom if you have the time (and also want to use that time to give your experience with the fandom, which from the snippets you've told sounds Not Fun so I get it if you don't want to lol)

oh god, there was like, SO MUCH, i just

i really feel like tvd is one of those fandoms that is so hard to describe without a lot of ‘you’d have to have been there’, but it really felt like this huge and all-consuming beast for about five years until the show finally imploded and the fandom basically turned on it en masse. (you ever see that post going around that’s like ‘if you ever want to know what true regret feels like, ask someone who once called tvd their favorite show’? still a mood, all these years later. basically the entire fandom thought the show should have just bowed out with whatever shreds of dignity it had left at the end of season 6, and became more of a hatedom than a fandom for the last two seasons. when you have an entire fandom cheering news of your show’s cancellation, i think that’s a sign you done fucked up, julie.)

first and most infamous, of course, are the ship wars. which are pretty much inevitable in any teen-centered drama, and i really think the CW fucking thrives on them, but it was particularly egregious in TVD’s case because not only was the base premise of the show a love triangle, but the two main romantic leads were brothers that the show constantly pit against one another--in pursuit of elena’s affections, but also because it kept up this insistence on the ‘good brother/bad brother’ dichotomy which stopped making sense after about season 2 (by which time we have found out that the good brother was never as good as he appeared, and the bad brother has been growing and isn’t nearly as bad as he pretends to be)--and the question of which brother ‘deserved’ elena (and no, what elena wanted very rarely factored into these discussions, especially in the team stefan camp because they turned on her when what she wanted was no longer The Good Brother, but i’ll get to that in a bit) was hotly contested.

i’m not kidding when i say the shipping wars were vicious. i started watching tvd shortly after it began to air, which was late 2009, and kept up with it fairly sporadically over the years. i didn’t come onto tumblr until 2011/2012, and by then, the fandom was already pretty much a garbagefire. there were anti ship and anti character blogs, any time something bad happened for one ship the rival ship would invade the tags to gloat about it (seasons 3 and 4 were especially rough, and i’m not gonna pretend delena fans weren’t just as bad about tag invasion and shit, but as that was my side of the road i saw a lot more of the stelena shippers being assholes, which soured my opinion on the ship a long time before i started rewatching and realized the red flags were there from the start), confessions blogs were popular also toxic as fuck (so much fighting happened in the notes of those posts, good gods), and this was right around when twitter’s popularity was on the rise and the line between Celebrity and Fan was thinning, so the fandom was absolutely atrocious to much of the tvd cast and crew.

(some of them deserved a lot of the later backlash, but in the early years a lot of it was ‘how dare you write the story in a way i dont like, you terrible fucking person’, and gods don’t get me started on the dobsley vs nian Thing)

i think what really encapsulates my feelings on the tvd fandom as a whole, though, is the way they (to this DAY) treated elena gilbert, which can be summed up in one meme that gained a lot of traction around season 3 if i remember right: that gif of pam from true blood, with the text altered to read “i’m so OVER elena and her precious doppelganger vagina!”

i swear at one time i had over half the active tvd fan accounts on tumblr blocked, because i got to a point where i would no longer tolerate elena hate, and she was (and still is, in what remains of the fandom; you’ll see a lot of ‘elena was one of the worst things about the show’ takes from ex-fans, too) one of the most widely despised characters in the entire fandom. because she -checks smudged writing on hand- was a traumatized teenage girl who -reads off a crumpled notecard- couldn’t always perfectly sort out her own feelings and -squints at the ceiling- sometimes made mistakes or bad decisions. (except a lot of the fandom also insisted that she was a mary sue who had no character traits or flaws or faults and it was like....make up your fucking minds???? is she a calculating conniving bitch whose somehow manipulating these centuries old vampires to tie them around her little finger or is she a boring flat character with no depth and no flaws??? jfc)

there was this massive double standard, too--like, stefan and damon could fuck whoever they wanted and that was fine, but elena was constantly raked over the coals for the crime of developing romantic feelings for the two men who had become constants in her life and whom she cared for deeply, and oh my GOD the slut shaming that happened when elena slept with damon was fucking wild. (and also happened in canon lmfao. like the show had one of elena’s best friends basically call her diseased on screen for falling in love with someone other than stefan. it was gross and ridiculous and the friend in question was also being a giant hypocrite at the time since she was happily flirting with someone who was directly responsible for the deaths of like four of elena’s loved ones and her own boyfriend’s mother but that’s beside the point) but like elena was called a slut and a bitch and a whore for ‘cheating’ on stefan (she hadn’t, and she had in fact broken up with him on screen the episode earlier) and ‘immediately’ jumping into bed with damon, even though none of them said fucking boo when stefan had one night stands or damon had fuckbuddies or whatever.

shit, caroline didn’t get any of this treatment when she started falling for tyler while dating matt! which isn’t to say i think she should have, just that i think it’s fucking ridiculous that elena was absolutely demonized by the fandom for daring to have feelings for two guys at once and eventually acting on them--despite the fact that the entire premise of the show was a love triangle. it’s not a love triangle if both sides don’t eventually get explored, and the crew had been pretty explicit about the fact that delena was going to happen at some point--but when it did, a huge chunk of the fandom absolutely threw a fit.

and a lot of these elena haters were alleged stelena stans, and i say alleged because they hated her so much for not wanting stefan’s dick anymore that it was clear they were really stefan stans and only wanted stelena to be endgame because they wanted stefan to ‘win’ at the end of the day, because ‘he’s the good brother’ so he deserved elena more.

it was all very gross and very misogynistic and very sex shaming (apparently delena was a ‘shallow’ and ‘superficial’ relationship because they had sex after two years of unrequited feelings slowly becoming requited and then pining for ages on both sides, and because they had a lot of on screen chemistry that the show capitalized on for years so of course they did a lot of making out and shit but it’s not like stelena didn’t have its fair share of making out and sex scenes, stefan was just too much of a coward to let elena top i’d apologize for that joke but i’m really not sorry because it’s true), and when i say it was egged on by the crew, that’s because they refused to let the love triangle die back in season 4 when it should have.

they insisted on stringing stelena fans along, dropping little bread crumbs to keep them invested, like dreams of a future where they were married and revealing that stefan was also a doppelganger and he and elena were descended from a pair of star-crossed lovers (a plot that ultimately went nowhere, to no one’s great surprise), and then fucking like. julie plec turned around and threw nina under the bus after she chose not to extend her contract and pretended that stelena might have happened again if she hadn’t left the show, which....i mean frankly i wouldn’t put it past her, but it would have been shitty writing. then again, she thought having a vampire pregnancy where a uterus was magically transplanted from a witch into a vampire that could somehow......carry the babies to term.... made sense and was a good way to accomodate candice’s RL pregnancy rather than like literally ANYTHING else, soooooo. but anyway julie saying that around like, end of s6 sparked off a new wave of nina hate and elena hate and ship wars bc they SEers took it as ‘confirmation’ that stelena was REALLY meant to be endgame and it was all just a hot fucking mess

another thing is that, while tvd was in its prime before the anti/purity culture shit started picking up any real steam, there was still this pervasive attitude throughout the fandom that if you liked Damon, you were A Bad Person. liking damon was apparently grounds for insults and harassment, and apparently he was The Worst Person on the Show even though literally nothing he does on screen is any worse than shit we know stefan has done (and frankly every other vampire too, but i mention stefan specifically because he was always held up--in the show but especially in the fandom--as the Good Brother while damon was the Bad One, and if you liked damon more then that had to mean your morals were dodgy and you clearly couldn’t appreciate what a heroic and saintly figure dear stefan was and....oops, i’m sorry, my salt keeps leaking -cough-).

meanwhile klaus quickly became a fandom darling despite not even really having much of a redemption arc (on tvd anyway, he just became more ‘affably evil’ as the show went on and more inclined to work with the main characters rather than try to kill them; i have no idea what went on over on his show, though), and like i can 100% appreciate liking villains and not caring that they do dodgy villainous shit, even just liking them bc they’re hot and wanting them to kiss a main character bc they have insanely good chemistry (yes i ship klaroline, no i won’t apologize for it, they could have been Really Great), it’s just really the double standard that gets me.

and all of this, incidentally, required ignoring some truly gross shit stefan was responsible for wrt his relationship with elena, that frankly it has always bothered me never really got addressed in the show. i get why elena herself would never be able to actually call him on it, but the fact is that he stalked her for months after he first saw her and thought she was katherine (meanwhile it only took damon .5 seconds to realize she was someone else entirely, but that’s another topic entirely), and then he deliberately inserted himself into her life because, in his words, ‘i have to know her’. he never gave a thought to how his presence in her life might affect her (or rather, he did, and tormented himself about it in his internal monologue, but never let this actually dissuade him from disrupting her life), and elena would wind up blaming herself for every tragedy that befell her friends and loved ones as a result of getting mixed up in vampire bullshit even though none of it was her fault--she literally blamed herself for existing but most of the fandom didn’t give a fuck about that lmfao--and stefan did shit like find out that she was adopted and then withhold this information from her until she got pissed about another secret he was keeping (her resemblence to katherine) and drop it on her to try and distract her from her very reasonable anger, and like... i should stop before this becomes a whole rant about how much i hate stefan fucking salvatore, but the point is, he did a lot of really sketchy shit he never answered for and elena never really took him to task for, and the fandom just kept eating up his insistence that he was the Good Brother and therefore he deserved to have elena, and if she didn’t want him anymore it was because she was a heinous bitch who didn’t deserve him.

uh.....i think i got off track there. and there’s probably a lot of shit i missed, like i think i was incandescent with rage for most of seasons 5 and 6 so i missed a lot of the interfandom shit cause i was too busy being increasingly pissed off at the show itself, but if nothing else this should give you an idea of how much of a goddamn cesspit the fandom was while the show as in its prime. there’s a reason both the show and the fandom have such a lousy reputation lmfao.

[omgrubyyyy]

Today my legs (lol went to play subs) anyways today my legs were shaking at the barre thing with my friend and yesterday we started doing it with her sister. Honestly I feel like she’s not even trying in the workouts and like I doesn’t even wanna do the skills now. Like I feel like she needs to do the skills now instead of front of the coach. Like fuck up now than later. I just hopes she tries like actually. But tomorrow we get a break so Yeet. Also I need to work on my leaps deadass that’s the only thing now really well at least for now. But I’ll get there. Also after barre we went to the store to get her family’s supper. They had chicken and mashed potatoes from the deli and they got a sub and some candy. I went with them bcs she gave me a ride home today. Since my mom used the other car to go to my aunts house to help them clean the trailer that my aunt is selling. It’s so stupid bcs then that means that my uncle will now have to live with my aunt. And tbh I think they have a toxic relationship. Like she already left him but she keeps going back to him. Honestly she can find another person but he can’t. I also just hate him. But ya and my mom is still over there cleaning. But I mean at least they are going to pay her. That’s also the only reason she is doing it. Also I have this stupid banquet to attend to like 2 days after tryouts and every family has to bring something. Ewww. Like I’m just gonna bring my mom bcs everyone else is gonna be working. So might as well. Just be the 2 of us at a table. I just don’t know what to bring and I still have to tell her. Also I asked my friend what they do at the banquet and it sounds like mostly eating. So I don’t care lol. Also I found this app well I didn’t find it just now but like I finally borrowed a book online from the library from a app called Libby. It’s so nice. I actually like reading now lol. Currently reading the perks of being a wallflower and Harry Potter the chamber of secrets. But I have the actual book of Harry Potter but it’s from the library and apparently it’s bye NEXT WEEK yikes I need to start reading it. But I cant wait to read more books. Also light install a app called like wise so I can read more books. Also my sister just came back and I don’t want her to come in. Or at least I think it’s my sister. I think it is. Yep it is she just bargred in. Also I gotta still practice my speech eww I hate that class. But we also have to have it memorized but we still get a notecard and honestly I will be fine without it. Our speech is about the challenges of being a … I choose an introvert. Honestly I cant even explain it of how it is. So I just looked up some reasons and boom done. And I’m doing good time wise I hope it goes well. I mean I still got like 3 days to memorize it well. Also I hope that my friend does well on her speech tomorrow. Since she had a panic attack the last time. There is like still 4 people to go and it’s a 4 mins speech or maybe longer if people go over. But I also hate how these 3 girls in my class don’t even like idk I hate their vibe. They literally just read off from the notecard and ughh I hate it. Like idk mane. Like just stop. Also today at the store when I was with my friend and her sis. We saw a girl that is apparently gonna try out. I didn’t even notice until they told me that she was packing the bag. I didn’t know she worked at the local store. Also our cashier was a person from school and she’s nice. She’s in my media lot class and math class. We sit next to each other in media lit and in a group in math. Also I found out a few weeks ago that some dude was sitting next to her but since he barely ever shows up to school I just took it one day but I didn’t now bcs that day it was my first day in class bcs i had to switch my public speaking hours bcs i didn’t get 1 full credit for English for the school year so ya. Also that appently the girl is like rude and stuff but idk. But today in chem I was laughing so hard. Love the class and also I did pretty good on the last class I didn’t do to bad. I did better than most people in

[liu-lang]

please don’t reblog

I didn’t know whether to post this but when I got to my desk at work this morning, this notecard was on there. I googled the first two lines and this is “if I sing you a love song” by Bonnie Tyler. I’ve never heard of this singer or this song before.

I was confused then scared. I immediately had flashbacks to my r*pist in uni and having to go to court over that and losing my case and his life carried on while I abandoned my dream of going to med school. I’ve alr gone to HR once bc of my boss harassing me. I don’t think I wrote about this but like a month ago they brought me in for a follow up meeting and it went like this:

HR : do you have any other questions ?

Me : yes, can you tell me why my case wasn’t handled by our regulatory compliance and civil rights officer ?

HR : *says a bunch of things about how his behaviours didn’t fall under the definition of harassment set by U.S. equal opportunity employment commission (EEOC)*

Me : okay well, he would randomly ask me about the uyghurs in China even though I told him I’m not a uyghur or from China. I just happen to be Chinese and also Muslim which is totally different than the uyghurs in China. And he would also ask me about “life in post 9/11 America” and he would also ask me if people in Japan really followed all the rules all the time even though I told him I am not Japanese and he would ask me how I learnt to speak English. And he would say I’m very hard-working and have good work ethic bc I am Asian

HR : well like we said, it doesn’t fall under the definition but if you want to pursue this then you can open a case and this whole process will get started

Me : 🥲🙃 *exasperated sigh* okay.... I have another meeting to get to....I’m going back to my desk now

So anyway back to present day, I have no idea who this note is from or if it even means anything at all. Going to HR would be pointless. I am just very tired and alr on edge working with so many men. How is it we all have to go through sexual harassment training etc etc and this still happens ...oh I know 💡❗️bc in the end they always blame the victim and men never face any consequences

[embeanwrites]

hi! i just saw your artemis x reader and loved it! it’s so hard to find people that like artemis fowl. are you still taking requests? cause i have a couple ideas. one of them is the reader gets paired with artemis for a school project, (let’s pretend that st bartleby’s has girls there too) and they become friends and eventually bf and gf? idk. sorry if it’s kind of vague, i just have some ideas but i’m not that great at writing. i’m just happy that i’ve found other people that like AF! :)

A/N: I love this prompt bc I have a whole self indulgent fan fic just like this, but they’re in college.

Also y’all I’m in college for Sociology and Classical Studies (Mythology basically) so that is forever going to be my go to with school prompts because I don’t know shit about science outside of statistics and forensics lmao

Artemis hated group projects. No matter how long he tried to reason with his teachers they refused to let him do it on his own. It was insufferable to be dragged down by someone else. Normally, he was able to convince his partner to sit back and let him do all the work, but you were different. 

After the teacher assigned partners it took you no time to sit in the seat next to him and start talking. At first he was shocked, you seemed to have no regard for who he was or even interested in formal greetings. 

“Okay, so I know our presentation has to be over something with culture, how do you feel about Mesopotamia? Or we could do Rome. I could work with Rome. We could focus on the different laws and speeches, but of course our time line may be too chaotic for a fifteen minute presentation. I feel like a lot of people will pick Greece, so maybe we should stay away from that one. Not that I have a problem with Ancient Greece. I mean, ask me anything about the Bronze Age and I’ll be-” You rambled. 

“Mesopotamia?” He inquired, in all fairness history projects bore him. There was nothing new to them. Sure you could present the information in different ways, but it was always the same. It was refreshing to be partnered with someone who wasn’t...dead weight so to speak. 

“Yeah, I think it could be interesting. We could focus on the themes in Mesopotamia thought, the Enuma Elish, and cuneiform tablets. I mean that’s at least eight minutes right there.” You answered, you quickly got out a sheet of paper and quickly started writing. “Are you okay with Mesopotamia?” 

“Yes, but I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name yet.” He asked as your face grew bright red. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m (Y/n).” You held out your hand for him to shake. 

“Artemis.” He answered, accepting the handshake. 

You two hit it off almost immediately. You exchanged numbers and planned to meet every day after class to perfect your presentation. Artemis was surprised by how much information you seemed to know off the top of your head about mythology. The way you talked about some myths, it seemed as if you were actually there and were just telling him what you were seeing. 

“Shoot, it’s almost 10.” Artemis noticed you were biting your lip and for some reason he had trouble looking away. “We’re scheduled to present tomorrow, do you want to practice a few more times?” 

“If you’d like although at this point, I think we both could easily recite the speech without notecards or a pause.” You laughed at his response and he felt his cheeks heat up. He suddenly had an intense desire to make you laugh again. 

“I guess you’re right.” You paused, taking a breath. “I know I can come off as...a lot especially with history. I’m sorry if I monopolized the project or made you feel like you were forced into this topic.” He watched you as you nervously played with the eraser on your mechanical pencil. 

“This was actually the first history project I enjoyed completing.” He looked at you, hoping you would. Your eyes remained on your pencil as you smiled. 

“I’m glad I could open your eyes to the amazing world of history.” You joked, gesturing the history section in the library you were both sitting in. “Hey, um I know after class tomorrow we have no reason to keep hanging out, but would you wanna maybe get something to eat.” You gave him a shaky smile. Artemis was stunned, why would you want to keep hanging out with him? 

“That sounds like fun.” He said softly, your shaky smile quickly turned into an ecstatic one. Faster than he could comprehend you had stood, grabbed your books, kissed his cheek, and walked out of the library. 

Artemis looked down at his hands and smiled. Maybe group projects weren’t so bad when you had the right partner.