#guts definitely needs a math tutor

[septune13]

its pathetic businessman griffith’s crush: former construction worker, current engineering student, himbo guts

[togrowoldinv]

The Teacher

Milf!WandaNat x Female Reader

When Wanda’s boys need tutoring, you offer to help with the small stipulation that you do at her house. While at the home, you meet Natasha. What happens one day when Wanda forgets to cancel tutoring and you happen upon her and Nat in a compromising situation?

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (R, W, N receiving), strap on sex, dominant Natasha

Note: I could not stop thinking about these two. Enjoy!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You’re anxiously waiting in your classroom for the mother of two students to arrive for a conference. You hated to call her, knowing that she is very busy, but her sons have been falling behind in class. And you never want that to be prolonged by your own nerves.

So, you wait for Wanda Maximoff to arrive for your scheduled after-school meeting. The door opens with five minutes to spare. In walks in a woman with an air of confidence you haven’t quite seen before. Her blonde hair rests over the lapels of a red suit. She looks like a million bucks in every sense of the phrase.

“Hello, I’m Ms. Y/l/n, you must be Ms. Maximoff,” you greet her.

“That’s me,” she says. “Please call me Wanda.”

“Nice to meet you, Wanda,” you say. “Thank you for taking time out of your day to meet with me.”

You gesture for her to sit in the chair across from your desk. She does so and looks back to you with waiting eyes.

“I am concerned about Billy and Tommy falling behind in class,” you explain. “They’ve taken a dive the last few weeks in grades and participation.”

“Well, Billy has always been shy,” Wanda supplies. “And Tommy just can’t sit still.”

“Yes, that’s true. But they’ve been my best students all year until recently. I just wanted to be in touch with you to maybe find the cause and take steps to correct this misdirection,” you say.

You hate this part of your job. Every parent thinks their child hangs the moon. They don’t want to hear they’re struggling. You prepare yourself to face rejection, but Wanda just thinks for a moment.

“How can I get them back on track?” She asks.

“I can tutor them before and/or after school,” you say. “If their in-class participation improves that will also help with their grades.”

“Okay,” Wanda says. Her green eyes look you over. “I have a hard time getting them to school early because they ride a bus. And getting here right after school is very difficult.”

“Right,” you say. “I understand.”

“Maybe you could tutor them at my house?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, I’m not sure if that’s really allowed,” you say.

“Please?” Wanda asks. You don’t think you have the strength to say no to her soft expression. She is almost pouting. You feel an attraction to her in your gut. She leans forward. “I will pay you anything.”

“Oh, I definitely can’t take payment, Wanda,” you say. She pouts completely now. “But I can tutor them at your house.”

“Thank you!” Wanda practically cheers. “I appreciate it. Really.”

“Of course, Wanda. I can start as soon as possible.”

With that, Wanda leaves your classroom with the exchange of phone numbers and the shake of your hand. It’s probably a bad idea, but you keep the success of your students in mind as you push away any worries about the tutoring.

The next day you drive to Wanda’s house after school. The boys let you in on instruction from their mother to only let you inside and not strangers. You set up at the table and teach the boys some math. To your surprise, they don’t put up much of a fight about the work.

When you’re almost done for the day, the door of the house opens. The boys run to the door to hug the mysterious woman who enters. She wears a leather jacket and black pants. God, she is attractive. Her red hair is tied back in a braid.

“Oh, hello,” she says once she sees you. “You must be the teacher Wanda was telling me about. I’m Natasha.”

“Hi, yes, I’m y/n,” you say as you shake her hand. Her green eyes sparkle like Wandas.

“Nice to meet you,” Natasha says. You think you see her look you over briefly before the kids grab her attention again.

“We’re done for the day, so I’ll head out,” you say, gathering your things.

“Okay. Thanks for helping them. I hope to see you again soon, y/n,” Natasha says.

She disappears into the kitchen, and you wonder about the nature of her relationship with Wanda.

The next few weeks of tutoring go smoothly. You see Natasha a couple of times. She doesn’t say much but she always thanks you for your time.

Today, when you knock on the door and wait for an answer there is a long delay. The boys usually open the door immediately. Five minutes go by, and you decide to knock a couple of more times.

Finally, Wanda comes to the door. She is never here when it’s time for tutoring. And especially not in a robe with messy hair.

“Oh shit,” Wanda remarks at the sight of you. “I forgot to cancel today. The boys are visiting family.”

“That’s alright,” you say. “I’ll just be on my way.”

At the time you go to turn around, Natasha emerges from the other room. She has only a t-shirt and underwear on. You try to look away.

“Who is it, detka?” Nat asks.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Wanda says. She doesn’t look away from you. “I forgot to cancel tutoring.”

“Oh,” Natasha says. “Don’t be rude, Wanda.” She walks to the door and looks at you. “Come on in, y/n.”

You don’t even argue with that despite the very little clothes either of them are wearing. You enter and Nat pours you a drink.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” you say when she hands it to you.

“No worries,” Nat supplies. “Just an afternoon meeting. Right Wands?”

“Right,” Wanda agrees. She seems a little uneasy, but when Nat places a hand on her thigh, you see her nerves calm. “A meeting.”

It’s quiet for a few moments. You try hard not to notice how far up Natasha’s hand has moved or the way Wanda’s thighs look so delicious. Natasha’s too. Nat catches you looking.

“You know we could use help with our meeting,” Natasha says.

“Nat,” Wanda warns.

“Look, sweetheart, she is looking at us,” Natasha says. “I think she wants to join.”

Wanda looks directly into your eyes. Her gaze is hypnotizing. Natasha’s hand dips completely between her thighs. Wanda moans quietly.

“Do you want to join?” Wanda asks. It’s the first time you’ve noticed she has a bit of an accent.

“I- um- yes?” You phrase it like a question.

“I need you to be sure,” Wanda says.

She reaches her hand out towards you. You get the memo. You cross the room and Wanda takes your hand. She pulls you onto her lap. Nat’s hand remains between her thighs and as a result brushes against you too.

Wanda brushes your hair off of your face. She keeps her hand on your face. The long digits hold your face tight. She leans in and kisses your lips softly. The feeling makes your head dizzy.

“So good,” Wanda whispers when she pulls away. “Natasha, you need to taste her.”

Natasha pulls you by the back of your neck over to meet her lips. She moans into the kiss as she deepens it. Her tongue invades your mouth. The kiss is rough, but you want so much more. Your hips stutter over Wanda’s lap.

“Hm, needy girl,” Natasha says once she pulls away. She lifts your shirt over your head and Wanda immediately starts sucking at your breasts.

You kiss Nat as Wanda stimulates your nipples. She leaves no inch of your chest untouched. She unbuttons your pants and you stand up to let her pull them down your legs. Wanda instructs you to stay standing. Nat stands up behind you and kneels while Wanda kneels in front of you.

“Your pussy is so wet,” Wanda says. “Hm, I just want to taste it.”

“Taste it, Wanda. Make her feel good,” Natasha says. “And I’ll do the same.”

The two women dive into you. Natasha’s hands help spread you as Wanda eats you out. Natasha joins her and you feel both of their mouths hard at work. You would fall over if it wasn’t for Natasha’s strong arms holding you up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you mumble way too quickly. But they don’t care. They keep up their ministrations until you’re shaking with pleasure.

“So fucking good,” Natasha says.

“Mhm,” Wanda agrees.

The two women pull away from you and share a filthy kiss. In the process, Wanda sits back on the couch and takes her robe off. Her entire body is exposed to you. You’re sure your mouth is watering.

Natasha pushes you gently to kneel between Wanda’s legs. You waste no time kissing her soft thighs. Exactly as delicious as you thought she would be.

“Such a good girl,” Natasha says. She takes her own underwear off and reveals she’s wearing a strap. You’re not sure how you hadn’t seen it before.

Nat gets it wet before she gets on her knees. She angles the fake cock perfectly to enter you from behind. You’re already wet, so it goes in easy. Nat moves her hips at an excruciating pace as Wanda pushes on your head to keep you between her legs.

You lick stripes over her folds and take her clit in your mouth. Wanda watches as Natasha pounds into you.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” she says.

“She takes me so well, Wanda,” Natasha says.

The words drive you crazy. You pick up your pace on Wanda and she comes in no time. You clean her up as Natasha brings you to another orgasm.

You and Wanda turn your focus to Natasha. You take the cock in your mouth and Wanda’s juices coat it. Natasha groans at the feeling. Wanda maneuvers herself to lick Natasha’s pussy that’s not covered by the strap.

The two of you get Natasha off quickly. And you all rest on the couch. Natasha and Wanda hold you between them as your limbs tangle together.

“I’m really glad I forgot to cancel tutoring today,” Wanda says.

“Me too,” Natasha adds.

“Me three,” you say and share a laugh with the women.

You hope Wanda invites you over more often now. Especially if Natasha is going to be there.

[erwinsvow]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫��𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

[wonnoy]

study buddy

this is another tsukishima thing going on and it’s just fluff so no worries - this one can be read in public lol

you are failing a math class and start to beg the smartest kids in class to help you so you can actually pass and we all know tsukishima is one of them :)

warnings: not really any, just a bunch of fluff and a kiss at the very end - kei being a little cinnamon roll

word count: 1827

You had your head down in shame, covering the bad grade on the math quiz you were just handed back. Another failing grade in this class and you were done for, you’d be forced to take extra classes during your breaks and off days. You don’t know if you could actually handle that. You lifted your head off the desk and scanned the room. There was a mixture of different facial expressions that either read happy, sad and surprise. But, you looked over at the tall blonde guy in your class, he always had a face of nothing whenever he got his grades back. 

If you could remember, you think his name was Kishima Nei. Being honest, you never really paid much attention to him as he didn’t pay attention to you. After classes were over he’d sit in his seat with the headphones over his ears - only occasionally taking them off to talk to Yamaguchi. You knew him well because of the many team projects you were together for, he was sweet to talk to. 

You slumped your head back down on the desk. Maybe he had good grades and wasn’t surprised at his score or he didn’t care. What were you gonna do when you got home? Your parents were threatening to take away your phone if you didn’t pass this math class. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you rose your head. Yamaguchi was looking down at you with a smile. You tried to grin back but it turned out to be a wobbly smirk.

“What’s wrong?” he sat down in the empty seat in front of you and settled his arms on your desk. 

You shoved your quiz towards him and jabbed your finger at the quiz grade, “I got another failing grade, I’m not going to be able to pass this class.” You folded your arms underneath your head. Yamaguchi made a hiss at viewing your grade.

“Yea, that is bad,” you gave him a sharp look and he raised his hands in defense, “but you can ask some students in our class to help you. I would offer, but I’m not really the smartest in here,” he laughed a little before listening to the students coming back in from their break. He gave you wave before heading back to his own seat.

___

You were running out of people to ask and all you had on your list now was the blonde kid from before. You really weren’t sure on what his name was, so you made sure to ask Yamaguchi what it was (he had an absolute fit when you said ‘Kishima Nei’). His name was Tsukishima Kei. 

Right as the last class of the day ended, he packed up his things rather quickly. You had to leave your desk full of your stuff in order to catch him. 

You tugged on his sweater to keep him from leaving the classroom too quickly.

“Hey Tsukishima?” he turned his head and took off his headphones. He really was tall... 

“Yes? You are?” he really cut straight to the point it kind of put you off your guard. 

“I heard you’re really good at math and.. and I really need some help,” you lowered your hand to your side. He was your last hope. The side of Tsukishima’s mouth went up in a small snarl.

“Why would I do that?” oh god no. He began to turn his back to you and head out the door. So you did the only thing you could think of. You bent over, bowing lowly to the ground. And boy did it stop him in his tracks. You peered up at him and you could see he was embarrassed with your sudden bowing. Red crept up his pale neck.

“What are you doing, stop that!” people walking past the classroom were pointing and staring. Tsukishima didn’t know how much longer of this he could take.

“Please tutor me Tsukishima!” and you bowed even lower to the ground. 

Tsukishima was getting redder by the minute, he just knew you weren’t going to loosen up about this.

“Okay! Fine!” he gripped his headphones and turned away from you. You stood up from your bow, a little embarrassed yourself, “our next quiz is in four days, I can help you only during the night because I have volleyball practice right after,” he began to walk out of the classroom.

Relieved to now finally be standing up straight, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Yamaguchi came up from behind you and clamped a hand down on your shoulder.

“Well wasn’t that surprising! I didn’t think he would have actually agreed to you!” you whirled on his ass. 

“You didn’t say anything about him rejecting me!” and you began beating him down with your fists. 

___

It was Thursday night now, around 9 PM. The last night before your next math quiz. You were crisscrossed on the hardwood floor of your room, with a piece of scratch paper in your hands. The other a bic pen scribbling down the notes you were taking from Tsukishima as he lectured you. 

You guys met up at your house every night since the day you had asked him to help tutor you. Without fail, he would show up to your doorstep around 7:30 PM at night each time, dressed in his Karasuno volleyball team tracksuit and his bookbag full to the brim with his textbooks. 

The first day, Monday in the night, you wore your school uniform when he showed, you were nervous to wear your casual wear in front of boy in your home. But then he made fun of you for it so you stopped that immediately. On Tuesday you guys were working in your kitchen but then your parents came home and wouldn’t stop teasing you. Extremely embarrassing for you. Wednesday was the only night that was extremely productive, for Tsukishima anyway. You spent the majority of your time looking at him. 

At the expense of you studying. 

There’s no doubt that he was attractive. His hair style looked like it was cut too short, but that didn’t make him any less cute. On Wednesday he came to the study time wearing his little goggles and you just couldn’t keep your eyes off of his face. His eyebrows would narrow at answers you got wrong and slightly raised when you got them right. 

There was a time where he came up behind you to look at something you were working on and you had to hold the incentive to shiver as the front of his chest rubbed against your back. In the most innocent way though. 

“What are you doing?” Tsukishima’s voice was sharp as he addressed you. You were daydreaming and had stopped working for quite a bit of time. He obviously took notice. 

“I was doing .. uhm I was doing nothing,” you ducked your head back into the nose of your papers. Tsukishima scoffed at you and continued to read his textbook on your bed. He was in a tracksuit, every once in a while checking in on you. He’ll be honest, when he first started tutoring you, he absolutely wanted to die. He barely had enough time already and now he had to tutor someone like you?

He looked at you one more time, but now it didn’t seem to be all that bad. The only subject you were really struggling with was math - you were quite intelligent. You had these weird quirks about yourself that you did while you studied. Chewing on the pencil, counting your fingers for obvious answers so that you wouldn’t mess up, humming songs, and just occasionally making weird noises while you worked. 

Originally, something like this would annoy the hell out of him. Much preferring to snap at the person and tell them to quiet down. But with you it was different, he liked hearing you do things of this nature and really liked it that you were this comfortable with him around. You seemed so frigid the first day, even wearing your uniform late into the evening. He couldn’t help but make fun of you. 

“Tsukishima, come here and look at this,” the first thing he saw was your hand flying as if calling for a teacher. He smiled at the sight before swinging his legs over the side of your bed. He came up behind you and looked over your work. He definitely noticed that your breath sounded more shallow with the closer you were to him. 

“You did it,” he smiled behind you. He could hear you let go a sigh of relief and you slumped. Your back hit his chest and he froze from the contact. You turned your head beaming at him and his heart skipped a mini beat. It was difficult to keep a blush from climbing up his neck and giving himself away. 

“I just might make it tomorrow!” you grinned even more and your arms made movements to bring him into a hug - but you stopped short. Would it be wrong of you to hug him? What if you made him uncomfortable, you brought your arms back down to your sides and made an attempt to back away from him. 

Tsukishima was confused, so he bit the bullet, “why’d you stop?” startling you, he picked up your limp arms and used them to wrap himself in them. Then he draped his arms around you. Your face was coddled into his chest and you could smell granny smith apple’s and slight sweat. 

“You smell a little bad,” you mumbled into his chest. 

“What do you expect I had practice and then had to come over and help you study,” he pulled your face out of his chest. Even though the two of you were sitting on the same floor, his torso was much longer than yours. You had to look up at him as peered at you through his glasses. 

“You did... decent,” you scoffed at his half-attempt of a compliment. 

“If you can’t give me a real compliment, at least give me a reward,” frustrated, you swished your head away from him. Your head wasn’t turned away from him for long as he pushed your face to look at him. 

“So be it then,” before he leaned down and took your first kiss. You weren’t sure what to do and it really didn’t seem like he knew what do no better. Your hands were now in your lap, but he snuck a hand down to hold both of them. He didn’t kiss you deeply, but he kissed you softly until he parted from you. The feelings you had were deep and rooted within your gut making all logical thinking go out the window. 

“Can I have another for good luck?” and he laughed at you. 

P.S - you managed to ace that quiz - maybe his kiss was good luck. Hopefully he’ll give you one before every quiz. 

___ i’ve been kinda working on this one all day on an off i wanna try my best to get as much content on my blog as possible before i can slow down lol. 

hope you liked it and im always open for requests - but pls read the rules first !

[rin-00]

The Argument - Kieu My x Fatou

How the hell did they get to this point? In the past couple of days Fatou and her have been out of sync. First, their schedules haven’t matched up so they couldn’t see each other as often as they needed to. Then, when they did see each other it seemed like the skater girl was withholding information from her. Kieu My could practically reach out and feel the invincible walls the other girl has put up around her. Walls that she thought didn’t apply to her since she was her girlfriend after all. Every “How are you’s” are either met with a shrug, a vague answer, or a lie. She thought they were past this but apparently not.

They have been lying down on Kieu My’s bed for the past hour, watching a documentary on Netflix about sea life. If anyone were to walk in the room right now they would probably assume they were two awkward friends instead of a couple that has been together for almost a year because of the literal physical distance between them. Usually when they watch movies together, or are even in the same room together, they always have to be in each other’s orbit. Even if it was just pinkies touching. There was never more than just a thumb’s sized distance between the two. But right now? Right now there is about a foot of space between her and Fatou. A foot that manages to feel like a mile. The other girl is staring blankly at the laptop screen and Kieu My can tell that her mind is somewhere else because she herself has been staring at Fatou’s side profile for about 20 minutes now and she has yet to notice. If this was a regular day, Fatou would have turned to her with a warm smile and a slight blush painting her cheeks and teased Kieu My about how she couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. Instead there’s no smile on the girl’s face. All Kieu My sees are furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. She wants to ask what’s wrong. In fact she has been asking for the past couple of days but she sensed a slight irritation from Fatou the last time she asked and she didn’t want to push. But she’s worried that if she doesn’t push then the distance between them will grow bigger and bigger.

Reaching over, Kieu My paused the film and turned her whole body she would be facing the other girl, “We need to talk.”

She hears Fatou let out an irritated huff, “I know what you’re going to ask, Kieu My. And I promise you I’m fine.”

She had a feeling this was going to be a long night. In fact she was wondering when this moment would come. Her and Fatou have been in a relationship for a while now and they had yet to argue (aside from the time outside her apartment complex) and she knew it would come around eventually. Every couple argues. She read somewhere that it’s part of maintaining a healthy relationship and with her and Fatou having so many differences in how they deal with conflict, she knew that the moment would definitely come. But that doesn’t mean she’s looking forward to it.

“Ok. I’ll believe your lie for now and accept that you’re fine. But something is obviously bothering you. So, what is it?”

Fatou scratches the side of her head and scrunches her nose. How cute. No, wait, Kieu My thought, now is not that the time for her to find Fatou adorable. She needs to put her foot down and tell Fatou that keeping her out of the loop isn’t okay. She’ll tell her she looks adorable once they’ve made up because she has a feeling argument might bubble over to a fight. She also has her own thoughts and feelings she has repressed and pushed aside in order to make Fatou feel comfortable. The insecure nights spent awake wondering if she was the reason the other girl has been so distant. The angry rants to Zoe about how she deserves transparency. The gut wrenching feeling that came with the thought that maybe Fatou was going to end everything.

“Kieu My, please, I really don’t want to talk about it. Okay?” Fatou stands up and walks over to the other side of the room to pace back and forth. Her fingers nervously wringing together.

What felt like a mile of distance now feels like a whole block and Kieu My has to swallow the lump in her throat before speaking, “No. not okay. You have been so distant the past week and I gave you your space. I asked and when you shut me off I didn’t push because I wanted you to come to me. I wanted you to have the space you needed. But, it seems like you’re not making any effort to open up.”

“Maybe I don’t want to open up. Maybe this is something I can figure out myself.”

“Well,” Kieu My said while walking over to the opposite side of the room. The distance between them now expanding as well as her voice level rising. “maybe I can help. I want to help you, Fatou.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

A simple sentence but it managed to open up everything inside Kieu My, “I know you didn’t ask for my help! You didn’t ask for anything! You’ve just been pouting and getting pissed off and going back to being sad for the past couple of days! At the very least, you should be able to trust me enough to be transparent with me.”

“This is something I can handle on my own! I don’t need you to try and babysit me. I can handle being sad for a couple of days.”

“I’m not trying to babysit you, I want to help you. I can help fix whatever the problem is!”

“I don’t need you to fix anything! Why can’t you just be there next to me and let me feel what I need to feel. Sometimes people just need to feel down without a need for some type of solution!”

“What, so you’re planning on just ignoring what is very obviously bothering you until it washes away? You know that’s now how the world works.”

“I don’t need you to lecture me on how the world works, Kieu My. I don’t want you to fix anything. I don’t need you to know everything! I just need you to be next to me while I figure it out the way I need to figure it out!”

“Well, it sounds like you’re asking me to just sit aside and do nothing. If that’s the case, then fine. But at the very least I need you to be honest with me about what’s going on! Are you having second thoughts about us or something?”

“What?”

“Are you having second thoughts? Are you planning on breaking up with me? Because that’s what it feels like right now.”

“No...I’m...no..”

“Then whats the fucking problem? I’m your girlfriend! I deserve more than just shrugged shoulders and a snappy response when I ask you about your life.”

“It’s not a big deal...”

“Then tell me,” thanks to Kieu My’s long legs she only needed to take 5 steps before she’s right in front of the other girl. “Please.”

Fatou’s shoulders drop and with it the walls she had up, “I have to repeat the year.”

Kneeling down so the taller girl can look at her girlfriend in the eyes, Kieu My takes Fatou’s hands in hers and tightens her hold at the sight of the skater girl’s teary face, “What do you mean?”

“I tried everything. I took tutoring lessons, I went to therapy, I did the math exercises, I even spent extra hours after school doing extra credit but it still wasn’t enough. I’m not enough.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, I’m so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. This isn’t something you can fix, Kieu My. I fucked up. A Kieu My style studying session isn’t going to fix this.”

Opening up her arms, Kieu My takes hold of Fatou and immediately felt drops of tears hit her shoulder, “You didn’t fuck up. You did your best and that’s all that matters.”

“I’m sorry I was so distant,” Fatou presses a gentle kiss against Kieu My’s shoulder, “it’s just that when they told me that I have to repeat a year it’s like everything I did was for nothing. I started going back to bad habits like shutting you out. I shouldn’t have done that. I never want you to feel like I’m leaving because that’s one of the things I’m worried about.”

“You’re worried about me leaving?”

“I’m worried that when you’re off to college and I have to repeat a year that you will find someone better. Someone who doesn’t test your patience or is smarter.”

“Fatou..”, now sitting on the floor with Fatou in her lap, Kieu My took a moment to observe the girl. Find someone better? Than Fatou? Is that even possible? Kieu My has never been good with words. It was always Fatou who had the emotional intelligence in the relationship. She was the one who would leave notes with heartfelt words before leaving her house. She was the one who would randomly tell Kieu My why she loves her out of nowhere even in the middle of class. She was the one who knew what to say whenever she would have a fight with her parents. Hell, she was the one who managed to calm down Constantine and get through his thick head. Who else can do that? Not Kieu My. But she sure wishes she could, especially right at this moment. She wishes she can be as articulate as Fatou. She wishes she can find a way to say how much she means to her. How much it means to her whenever Fatou would just take a glance at her and immediately know what’s wrong and what would make her feel better. How much it means to her when Fatou would ask her about space or even something as mundane as her day working at the shop. How Fatou’s smile makes her heart stop. How Fatou’s voice makes life seem less chaotic. How she disliked the world a little less because they gave her the love of her life. But she can’t. So instead she tightens her hold on the smaller girl and kisses the top of her head.

“There’s nobody like you. What do you need from me, baby? What can I do to help you feel better?”

“I just need you to hold me right now.”

“Of course.”

A few moments of silence later Kieu My feels Fatou sit up right in order to look at her face to face, “I do trust you, you know. I trust you with all my heart. But, sometimes I feel like the only thing I do is lean on you. I can’t help but feel like I’m more than a burden than your girlfriend.”

“You’re not a burden. I want you to lean on me. I need you to. I need to feel you against me. I like knowing that you know I’m here for you the same way I know you’re there for me. I want you to feel loved, baby. Helping you is how I let you know that.”

“But, what if one day it’s too much? What if one day I end up messing everything up?”

“Fatou, I can never get enough of you. Like right now, you’re pressed up against me and you’re still not close enough.”

“I’m trying really hard to be the best I can be for you. And right now I feel like a failure.”

Kieu My sighs as her heart breaks at the other girl’s words. She leans forward to kiss Fatou on the lips before brushing away the tears on her cheeks.

“You’re amazing just the way you are right now.”

Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments as well as some fanfic ideas. ✨✨ this is very rough cuz I wrote it while waiting for my dog to poop.

[cartasmojadas]

Another scene from the childhood friends dirkjohn AU I’ve been messing around with. Takes place after this and before this. 

John pierces Dirk’s ears.

John is already in his pajamas when he hears the rhythmic tapping on his window. He lets out a short yelp before remembering that Dirk had already told him he was on his way.

“Aren’t you grounded?” John pushes the window open and yawns. 

Dirk shushes him and uses John’s shoulders as leverage as he goes through the familiar motions of crawling through the second-story window into John’s bedroom.

“I am grounded, Egbert, so keep it down unless you want to rat me out.” 

John rolls his eyes but braces himself for Dirk’s weight as he finally finds his footing. Dirk lands gracefully and quietly. 

His Dad and sister are already asleep, he thinks but even if they weren’t, Dirk always moves so quietly John doesn’t think they would even be able to notice. 

“You still down to help?” Dirk asks as he closes the window behind him before making himself comfortable on John’s bed. 

John turns on the classical music station the old radio is stuck on and hopes that it adds a quiet buffer to their voices. 

“Help with what? You should be helping me with my geometry homework. I think I might actually fail next week’s test.”

Dirk waves him off, “I’ll help with that later, or better yet, you should come to tutoring with the guys from the engineering club.” He digs through his backpack. 

An uncomfortable tightness spreads over John’s chest. A feeling he’s becoming a little more familiar with. 

John frowns and joins Dirk on the bed, their sides pressed against each other until Dirk freezes for a moment and scoots away, and ends up dangerously close to the edge of the bed. 

“Why can’t we just do one-on-one?” 

Dirk stops rummaging for his supplies and looks at John through the reflection on the dressing mirror hanging on the wall. Dirk watches John’s expression sour as he stares at his empty hands like he sees something Dirk can’t.

They look like an unlikely pair, with John dressed in mismatched socks, an oversized t-shirt, and his hair already sticking up in all sorts of directions like he was already sleeping; while Dirk looks like he is ready to head out to a rave with his meticulous hair and carefully planned black outfit.

“Do you not like the guys from the club?” Dirk asks. It’s a question he’s been meaning to ask for a while. As much as Dirk craves spending time alone with John, he’s doing his best to avoid the awkwardness that has seeped into their relationship. But he worries that their interests are just a little too different. 

They just don’t seem to click the same way ever since Dirk came out.

John’s frown deepens, “No, they’re fine,” he swallows. He’s not sure how to tell Dirk that the reason he doesn’t like hanging out with the engineering club because he feels left out whenever he’s with them. John loves to see his friend in his element, it means that Dirk shines brighter, drawing everyone in. But John always gets stuck watching on the sidelines as Dirk’s friends monopolize his attention. And it makes John, by his own private admission, irrationally jealous. 

He doesn’t like the way that makes him feel.

“Then why not? I think there are a few dudes who are better at explaining math, compared to me.” Dirk hands John a small pink plastic tray with a cheery depiction of a happy sun and clouds.

“I just can’t focus the same way,” John says with enough definitiveness that Dirk simply nods. 

“For sure, okay.” He drops a couple of sandwich bags on the tray. When they make a dull clacking sound John stares down at the contents. 

Dirk smirks, “You ready to pierce my ears?”

John’s jaw and stomach drop in tandem. “What?” He squawks. “Are you nuts?”

“C’mon, Egbert,” Dirk doesn’t beg but his voice is dripping with nervous adrenaline in a way John hasn’t heard in a while. 

It’s contagious.

“I can’t ask anyone else. I wouldn’t trust Rose or Roxy to not fuck up my earlobes.”

And that eases the tension in John’s chest. 

“Why can’t you go to a parlor or something? Tell Roxy to take you to Claire's.” John is already moving to face Dirk, inspecting his earlobes from afar.

More of the tension dissipates when a single choked laugh escapes Dirk. 

“They require parental consent and we both know my dad would never agree.”

“He’s gonna kill you when he sees your ears tomorrow. And if he finds out  I helped he will never let me see you again,” John sighs knowing full well that wouldn’t stop him from seeing Dirk. He begins inspecting Dirk’s tools. 

“He won’t find out,” Dirk’s voice drops to a low whisper, “It’ll just be a secret between us bros. Right?” 

Dirk means to sound teasing, recalling the way they used to share secrets and promises as kids, but instead, he flinches when he catches John looking away, his ears bright red. The sight triggers the plume of something hot that rises from his gut whenever he’s reminded of how bad he’s crushing on John and how much it probably inconveniences his friend.

John is not embarrassed. 

Or he is but not for the reasons Dirk suspects. 

There’s something in Dirk’s tone that forces some of John’s suppressed dream memories to resurface and John knows he needs to collect himself before he tries to make eye contact again. 

“So,” Dirk clears his throat, “Go wash your hands? I’ll look up some youtube videos?” he says quietly.

Grateful for the excuse, John jumps out of the bed wordlessly and scrambles out the door. 

John returns a few minutes later with clean hands and a wet face. 

Dirk smirks, “I said wash your hands not take a shower.” 

John shrugs, “Hey, you have a ten-step face routine, I wash my face with soap and call it good.”

John sticks his tongue out when Dirk grimaces, “We will fix that later,” Dirk mutters and pats the empty spot on the bed. 

Carefully, John climbs back in the bed and takes in the faintest scent of menthol and nicotine that comes off Dirk when he leans closer to show him the video on his phone. It’s probably the reason why he’s grounded in the first place. A small act of rebellion toward his strict parents.

Both boys shift uncomfortably and do their best to focus on the instructions on the video and not on each other’s proximity. 

They have to watch the video multiple times and after the sixth time, John tells Dirk he thinks he’s ready. 

He puts on the latex gloves Dirk brought with him and preps the tools on the plastic tray that Dirk holds over his lap. He’s shaking as he straddles (hovering, neither could handle it if John just took a seat on Dirk’s thigh) and starts massaging Dirk’s earlobe the way the woman on the video instructed.

Dirk’s breathing is staggered and John wonders if Dirk is more nervous than he originally let on.

“I-Icepack?” Dirk chokes out. 

“R-right,” John breathes out and reaches for it. He holds it to Dirk’s ear and quietly counts to 30 and then reaches for the safety pin. 

Dirk’s head is spinning unable to focus on a single thing and instead finds himself on sensory overload. John’s the closest he’s ever been to Dirk since they used to wrestle in elementary school, and Dirk desperately pleads to whatever benevolent power might have mercy on his hormonal teenage ass that they keep his body in check.

He’s also acutely aware that the icepack wasn’t very cold and that piercing his ear is probably going to hurt a lot.

“Okay, ready?” John’s voice shakes.

“Just do it, man, do it. Fucking stab me. Pop my goddamn ear cherry. Do it, dude.” Dirk’s voice also shakes.

John takes a sharp breath in and pushes. 

Dirk hisses and curses. He reaches for a fist full of John’s shirt. It might have made John self-conscious of their position if he wasn’t also shivering with adrenaline. 

He follows the next steps of the video and makes a move to get off Dirk. 

“Wait, what about the other one?” 

John groans, “Bro, no. I can’t. My legs are freakin’ jelly. That was terrifying!”

Dirk tightens his grip on the shirt, “John, you can’t leave me with one pierced ear.”

John chews on his lip. “Fine,” He groans again, “But don’t you ever forget I’m your best friend.”

He doesn’t mean for it to sound so bitter but the words roll out of John’s mouth with enough edge to make Dirk look at him with a puzzled expression. 

John a lot less gentle and Dirk, knowing what’s coming, can’t hold back a garbled sob. 

Glad that the worst is finally done, John gently wipes away a runaway tear from Dirk’s face and softly shushes him. 

“And now we wait,” He carefully moves off Dirk. 

Dirk nods and balls his to keep from reaching up to touch his pulsing ears. 

There’s the loud artificial sound of a phone shutter. 

“Sorry,” John mumbles. “I wanted a picture to commemorate the occasion,” he says with a sheepish smile. 

What Dirk means to sound like an annoyed huff comes out as a stumbling suspire. 

“C’mere, let’s take a selfie.”

John beams, his nerves finally calming and a deep sense of peace washing over him. The bed is loud as he crawls back over and lets Dirk put an arm over his shoulders to pull him in carefully. 

Dirk takes the picture and frowns down at the exhausted faces on screen. 

They take another one once Dirk has the studs in. 

That one becomes John’s home screen.

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - August 2020. Hello all, its that time of the month again! Hope you are all staying well.

all the roads that led to you by circa (stealthturtle) (1/1 | 6,253 | Explicit)

Stiles is seventeen and he’s a little - a lot - way in over his head, because he’s got Derek’s shirt stuffed under his pillow and his father’s distrust coiling heavily in his gut every time he knocks on the door to hear another lie. But see, Scott hasn’t been returning his calls and Erica’s breaking his heart, so he’s going to keep going back to Derek’s shoddy loft and let himself be taken apart, and he’s going to keep giving, giving, gone on the feeling of hot lips on the back of his neck and clawed hands promising him he’ll be held together at the seams.

And it’s going to be enough for now.

The Probability of This Happening Twice by spookywoods (3/3 | 5,569 | Teen)

Lydia set Scott up with a math tutor. She also forced Stiles into going on a blind date. At the same place. At the same time.

Mine {I Just Gotta Say} by spaceprincessem (1/1 | 2,822 | Mature)

“Derek Hale, are you jealous?” Stiles asked.

“No.” Derek said much too quickly.

It was a mistake. A big one. Derek hated the cocky grin on Stiles’ face as he moved closer, too close, pinning the Alpha against the counter. Derek closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, his senses suddenly overloaded with arousal and something more primal, something that screamed mine that made his dick twitch uncomfortably in is tight jeans.

“Liar.”

A Lesson in Scenting by whenshewrites (1/1 | 2,221 | General)

“I want you to be safe.”

“Because I’m yours,” Stiles said. Derek straightened, eyes snapping back up, and his jaw clenched. But then wordlessly, he nodded. Stiles smiled, a shiver running down his spine. "I'm yours."

"Mine."

One More Here We Go Again by Jmeelee (4/4 | 10,619 | Teen)

“Okay.” Stiles spins around slowly, arms crossed, leveling an accusatory gaze at each mask-covered witch and wizard. “Which one of you assholes pissed off the fairies?” Everyone in the room points to Derek.

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) (1/1 | 2,223 | Teen)

Laura Hale is trying to murder him. How dare she give Derek the softest, most adorable sweater! When she knows that Stiles' weak bisexual heart can't handle that level of cute from the man he's most definitely in love with. "It has thumbholes." Yeah, well thanks for that, Derek.

Up and Coming by Fanhag102 (1/1 | 20,710 | Explicit)

Stiles and Derek work in the same building. Every day they ride up in the elevator together and get off on their respective floors.

That is pretty much the extent of their relationship—until one day the elevator breaks down, trapping the two of them inside and maybe forcing them to admit to each other that the attraction is mutual.

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek have sex in an elevator.

Even Bad Wolves Can Be Good by sweetbutterbliss (1/1 | 2,119 | Explicit)

"What do you want me to do, pat you on the head and call you a good boy?" Derek growls at Stiles, his arms folded across his chest.

Stiles swallows and his cheeks turn red. He shakes his head and fumbles with the papers. All at once, Derek can barely breathe, pheromones are rolling off Stiles. He almost always smells like low grade arousal, because he's a twenty year old boy, but it's suddenly spiked out of nowhere and Derek feels dizzy with it.

Wolf Pack: Beacon Original by Beerwolves, fearfrost1211 (1/1 | 33,186 | Teen)

When his father landed the Deputy Chief of police position in Beacon Hills, Stiles moved to his new town gladly, embracing the chance of a fresh start. What he didn’t expect was to find himself hopelessly drawn to the gruff Vice President of the local motorcycle gang, the Wolf Pack. Derek Hale, resident bad boy of Beacon Hills, spent his time helping his sister lead the Wolf Pack and working on motorcycles at his family’s automotive garage. Then, one hot summer afternoon a bright-eyed boy walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

Pining and Prospective Prom Partners by Mynuet (1/1 | 2,926 | Teen)

After a minute of clenching his fists and opening and closing his mouth, Stiles finally said, “I just got asked to prom.”

If he’d had time to prepare, Derek might’ve managed to stifle the laugh. Stiles was clearly outraged. “Sure, laugh it up, with your perfect beard and everybody you’ve ever met swooning over your impossibly good looks. I’m traumatized.”

Derek was now laughing so hard he was crying, bent over the desk and pinching the bridge of his nose to try to get some control. The wounded noise Stiles made did not help.

princecharmingwinks special mention (the Sparkly Pens series is great! I had to rec the 2nd one, as its my absolute favourite. But the whole thing is great and it is recommended to read from the start)

We Need To Talk About Sparkly Pens by mm_coconut (1/1 | 3 | Mature)

Sequel to Needs More Sparkly Pens. Stiles finds his notebook in his bedroom and oh holy god.

That’s it for this month! Please spread the word if you love these works. All the love to the amazing authors on this list and all fic writers in general <3 Happy reading!

[starship-squidlet]

Modern Stargate SG-1 Headcanons:

To go along with this post

Daniel:

Was always a nerd. Definitely had a “Greek mythology” phase growing up and never technically grew out of it, he just shifted a little more towards Egyptian mythology as he got older.

He felt closer to his parents when he was studying Egyptian mythology, and wound up turning it into a whole career by becoming an Egyptologist like they had been.

Guilty pleasure: Ancient Aliens.

Seriously, when he found out about the stargate and aliens and all of that his mind was absolutely blown. Even though he’d posited Ancient Aliens-esque theories himself, there was always a little part of him that went “there’s absolutely no way this is real and I might actually be a little crazy”. He did a little happy cry after going to Abydos and dealing with Ra and everything not just because all of that was over and they had won, but because he really was right and not crazy and all these theories he’d always wanted to believe but couldn’t quite bring himself to 100% believe really were true.

Aromantic/Asexual

But he still married Sha’re—he didn’t really have a choice.

Even after they got everything sorted out with Ra, and he chose to stay on the planet when Jack and the others left, he didn’t leave her. Initially, this was because he didn’t want her to be punished for not “pleasing” him or something like that (he had no idea how Kasuf and the other elders would react if he tried to send her away and didn’t want to risk her getting in trouble), but he did come to genuinely care for her. Once Kasuf and Skaara understood this about him, they were just as accepting of his identity as Sha’re was and became his family.

(Kasuf probably never truly understood what Daniel was trying to tell him about romantic/sexual attraction but he just smiled and nodded and accepted this weird kid anyways. All that mattered to him was that Sha’re was happy.)

When Sha’re was taken by Apophis, Daniel still joined SG-1 to get her back. He became almost immediate friends with Sam, who he always felt understood him on a level almost no-one else ever had, except for possibly Sha’re. Jack and Teal’c were friends on a different level, but they were no less close.

Has a lot of strong opinions on Google translate.

Tutors ESL students online (when he’s on Earth).

The only time his Duolingo streak was broken was when he ascended for a year.

Sam:

Sam Carter grew up a tomboy. While the other girls were all having tea parties and playing with dolls, she was building Lego spaceships with her brother and tying parachutes to plastic army men (and other toys) and throwing off the upstairs back porch of their house to see what would work.

In high school, she entered robotics tournaments and anything else she could get into.

She played softball and field hockey and was good at basketball even though she never joined the team. She took karate and tae kwon do and jui jutsu classes on the weekends. By the end of high school, she was teaching self defense classes at like the local Y or something.

She was also on the chess club in high school.

Got all As in math and science classes, but was more of a B student in any other subject—still above average, but she didn’t excell quite as much in the humanities.

Got into every college she applied to and got good scholarships to most of them, but decided to go to the Air Force Academy instead at the last minute without explanation to anyone.

No-one was more shocked by this move than Jacob, who had never expected her to follow in his footsteps. When pressed for answers by the school counselor, she said she felt it was her best chance to go to the moon someday.

In the academy, she excelled not only in her classes but in every physical test. She beat guys twice her size in hand-to-hand combat, had perfect aim on the gun range, and continued to get near perfect scores in her math and science classes in particular.

When Jacob expressed his pride in her accomplishments, it proved to be a mistake. She got into a slightly questionable relationship with one of the lowest-ranked guys in her year, who was always inches away from a dishonorable discharge. Her grades and performance slipped.

Some people suspected abuse when she would show up to classes with a black eye or split lip, but any suggestion of this to her would earn them the most wicked glare and a possible punch to the gut if no officers were around.

When Sam and her boyfriend got engaged, Jacob came to the school personally to try to talk her out of marrying him. He’d heard enough about the guy from his friends at the academy to feel the need to intervene, but this proved to be the worst possible choice. That weekend, Sam and her fiance ran off to elope. At the last second, she snapped to her senses and broke it off. Afterwards, she always denied that he had been the source of her bruises, but since those stopped after they broke up, not many people believed her.

She was one of the first people pulled for the stargate project and designed the majority of the dialing system herself. Once it was finished, she left the program to work on her doctorate.

When Apophis’s soldiers came through the gate and the stargate program was reopened, newly-doctorized Sam leapt at the chance to go to Abydos with Jack and his team. She never expected it to last beyond that one mission, but was certainly not complaining when they found the cartouche with more gate addresses!

She’s a very private person, and only discloses her feelings with those she trusts the most deeply. Daniel is usually the first to find out about stuff though—and not just romantic stuff; she also confides in him about things that she’s stressed or worried about, and he’s always the first or one of the first to hear her good news.

Besides Daniel, her closest friend is Janet Frasier. They went through basic training/the air force academy together, and reunited upon joining the stargate program. They started dating not long after joining the program, although they kept their relationship fairly quiet.

They went on a break after Janet adopted Cassie, and never quite found their way back to each other as partners, although they remained close friends. Never telling Janet how she really felt became Sam’s greatest regret after Janet died, and she devoted herself to Cassie to assuage her guilt over that.

Fierce feminist and a massive supporter of women in STEM and similar movements.

Disaster bisexual.

Jack

Jack and Sarah married fairly young and had Charlie not long after. He wasn’t exactly planned, but they loved him more than anything, and when he died it absolutely tore the two of them apart.

Jack went from a fairly happy-go-lucky, glass-half-full, ray of actual sunshine to a sarcastic, pessimistic, ball of anxiety literally overnight.

He was severely depressed after Charlie’s death, to the point where he actually had to be hospitalized.

When he was released, he moved back in with Sarah, even though they had been separated before his hospitalization. It wasn’t long after his release that he was pulled for the first mission to Abydos with Daniel.

After that mission, his nightmares changed. After Charlie’s death, they had all been about watching his son die, but after Abydos the nightmares now forced him to relive the deaths of his men, Daniel, and the boys who were killed fighting Ra. He and Sarah got divorced, and he went into early retirement.

To everyone’s shock, retirement turned out to be the best possible thing for Jack.

While he was still clearly depressed, he improved in leaps and bounds. He put a lot of energy into himself and his mental state, and, a year later when General Hammond called him back to Cheyenne Mountain, he was almost unrecognizable as a different person.

Going back to Abydos and seeing Daniel, Sha’re, and Skaara and his boys living and thriving was also really good for him. After Skaara and Sha’re were taken, he went into another spiral, but forced himself out of it by telling himself that he had to get them back. Was this healthy? Probably not. Did he care. Definitely not.

He didn’t really want to rejoin the air force and the stargate program, but did it more to watch over Daniel and to rescue Skaara than anything else.

He did come to truly love it, though, and even though the circumstances that brought him back were horrible he was still grateful to be part of SG-1.

Teal’c

Most of the Goa’uld system lords saw their female Jaffa as little more than breeding partners to the males, to create more Jaffa soldiers to serve their “gods”, and incubators for the juvenile symbiotes that all Jaffa carried, and Apophis was no exception.

Teal’c was fairly young when her father died, executed by Cronus for failing him in battle. She had already been in training with her father and Bra’tac—female Jaffa were expected to know how to fight, even if they were never called upon to serve their overlords in this way—determined to break out of the traditional path expected of her as a woman. Her father’s death lit a new fire within her, however, and she attacked her training with a new fierceness that unnerved even Bra’tac a little. She vowed to someday become the first prime of Apophis, Cronus’s greatest enemy, so she would one day have the pleasure of killing the god that ordered her father’s death.

The only woman in Apophis’s ranks, she literally clawed her way to the top of his Jaffa.

The other warriors feared her and whispered horrible stories of her victories in battle behind her back.

These were greatly exaggerated, of course, but Teal’c did nothing to discourage them. She wanted the most fearsome reputation she could get.

She gained a reputation for bloodthirstiness, fierceness in battle, and an almost animalistic nature when she fought. This caught Apophis’s attention, and she earned his favor.

Drey’auc was a childhood friend, and one of the only people Teal’c ever trusted enough to show her softer side to.

When Drey’auc’s husband was killed in battle, Teal’c took her and her newborn son Rya’c under her protection.

Deep down (largely thanks to Bra’tac and her father) Teal’c never truly believed that the Goa’uld were actually gods. She wanted to become Apophis’s first prime more for the power and respect that came with the position, and in hopes of having the chance to kill Cronus, than to actually serve him.

There were a lot of things that happened over her years in service to Apophis, both before and after becoming first prime, that really cemented her belief that the “gods” she had been raised to believe in were false, but she didn’t dare voice this to anyone but Bra’tac—she never even tonld Drey’auc, beyond a few vague hints.

When she met Jack, Sam, and Daniel and heard Jack promise to save the other prisoners, she saw it as her best choice to finally rise up against the oppression of the Goa’uld and jumped at the chance to help the humans.

On Earth, she realized that the humans there would trust her and respect her without the bloodthirstiness she’d been forced to show to the other Jaffa, and slowly began to relax slightly.

Seeing the respect shown to Sam, Janet, and other women on the base was basically revolutionary to her.

Slowly, she began to relax and open up to her new friends.

She sees herself as a protecter to her team in particular, and even to the SGC as a whole. Daniel, Sam, Jack, and Janet specifically are the people she feels the most protective over.

As time goes on, she slowly accepts SG-1 as a newfound family. As far as she’s concerned, the three of them are the siblings she never had, and she would do anything to protect them.

Drey’auc’s death rocked her to the core and led to a lot of questioning.

She almost left the SGC to take care of Rya’c, but it was actually Bra’tac who convinced her to stay, telling her that the Tau’ri were their best chance to defeat the Goa’uld once and for all and promising to take care of Rya’c in her name.

[stareyedplanet]

Rivalry [p.p.]

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 3034

warnings: fluff, a failing grade

summary: a rivalry between you and peter parker unfolds when you receive your first failing grade.

note: this was originally an oc one shot for a challenge on instagram, so if you see any illusions to that, that is why. i went through and did my best to change everything over. i may also post the oc version. i tried to go through and get rid of any mentions of blushing and other descriptors, so hopefully this can be read as pretty gender neutral. if you find anything though, please pm me or send an ask!

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MIDTOWN HIGH SCHOOL WAS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Then again, no one really ever truly liked going to school, not when they could be home doing various activities that were much more interesting than hours filled with boring facts and equations. Sure you were really good at it, and practically coasted along the entire time, but that didn't mean you enjoyed it being upwards of nine hours of your day, the seven hour school day combined with at least two hours of studying and homework.

But the learning wasn't the only thing you disliked about school. Peter Parker was another mark for the minus side.

Most people didn't have rivals, but you did. And his name was Peter. From day one you had been the top two kids in the class with the highest GPA's in the school. You had every class together. Every. Single. One. Which meant every test you both took was a competition, each of you hoping to break that tie you had held for over a year and a half.

You hadn't always gone to Midtown. You was a transfer your Sophomore year, moving from Brooklyn to Queens. It had been hard at first, and you had felt like an outcast, even going to a school full of kids whose smarts rivaled your own. Well, one did. And he was absolutely infuriating in your eyes.

The bell rang, signaling the final warning for all students to get to class. You shot him a glare as you moved to sit at your desk, which of course was right next to his.

"Parker," you bit out as you dropped your bag beside your seat.

"Y/N." Peter greeted, though his tone was much more friendly than hers had been.

The truth was, Peter had few problems with you. He appreciated the academic challenge you offered him. You kept his mind sharper because you puyoud him to be better than he was. He needed someone like that to remind him to do well in school—to remind him that being Spider-Man wasn't his whole life.

"So, you ready for the test?" Peter asked conversationally, trying to make small talk with you.

"Of course I am." You said shortly, shooting him a look. You had studied for hours. Chemistry had never been your best subject, and therefore you always needed more focused study time on it.

You wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not Peter, but you were nervous. This unit was especially hard for you, and you were worried that you hadn't studied enough. But you couldn't get a bad grade on this test. If you did it would push Peter into first place. You couldn't let that happen.

You took a deep breath as your teacher handed out your tests, placing the packet on the desk in front of you. But the second you looked at the first question, your mind went blank.

"You have an hour. No additional time will be given for this test." Your teacher explained quickly.

You took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm your racing heart. You could do this. You knew you had the information in your head. It was there somewhere.

The time clicked passed and you kept glancing at the clock, watching as the hand moved closer to the end of class. You were screwed. So screwed because you had eight out of forty questions answered with only twenty minutes left in class.

At one point Peter had glanced over at you and noticed your expression. You looked worried, something he had never seen on your face while you were taking a test. To him the test was a breeze, but he could tell you were struggling more than usual.

When class came to an end, you were hesitant to turn yours in. Your hand was shaking and you just knew you had failed. The last five minutes had been spent rushing through and circling random answers, hoping for the best, but even still you didn't get the last page done. Which meant you definitely had seven questions wrong. And based on the way the questions you had actually taken her time on were looking, you had a feeling you had failed the test. It was a feeling deep in your gut that you just couldn't shake and you despised it.

The two days between getting the test back and the day you took it were excruciatingly long. You were glad you had no tests in that time because you felt like you had lost your head. Nothing felt right anymore. School became harder and you found herself spacing out a lot more than usual. You knew it was because you had lost confidence in yourself, but you couldn't help it. Not until you got your test back.

Finally, it was grade day. you sat at your desk as Mr. Turner talked. He always waited until the end of the period to have the students pick up their grades. It kept them from interrupting as much with questions or some nonsense about disagreements with grades. If there was anything wrong it was much easier for them to talk to him about it after class, or even after school.

You startled when the bell rang through. you had spaced out yet again and become lost in your thoughts. With uncertainty, you approached Mr. Turner, waiting to be in the back of the line so no one else would hear or see your grade.

"Y/N, I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed with your test grade. You are one of my best students." Mr. Turner said with a sigh as he handed over your paper once you stood in front of him.

There was a big fat 'F' written at the top. You had gotten a score of sixteen. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the sight. You had never gotten such a terrible grade before.

"I know you have been struggling with this part of our class. So I will make you a deal. I want you to be tutored by Mr. Parker, and in exchange I will let you retake this test. I've already talked this over with him, and he said he had no problems tutoring a peer." Mr. Turner explained as he leaned against his desk.

"With Peter? Please Mr. Turner, anyone but him." you groaned. The last thing you wanted to do was admit to Peter that there was actually something he was better than you at.

"He had the highest score on this test. And you know Peter is very good at science. I want you to succeed. And being tutored by Peter is how you can do that. So do we have a deal, Y/N?" Mr. Turner asked pointedly.

You knew you had little choice if you wanted to retake the test. But of all people, of course it had to be Peter Parker. The one person you wished it wasn't.

"Yes. I guess so, Mr. Turner." you sighed eventually.

"Good. I suggest you talk to Mr. Parker. I'll let you retake the test Friday. That gives you two days to study." He said. He believed it was only fair. Typically he didn't allow retakes of his tests, but he hated to see a normally good student struggle so much.

"Okay. Thank you for giving me another chance." you told him. You were very appreciative. But you just did not want to be tutored by Peter. You knew he would probably hold it over her head for the rest of your high school careers.

You winded her way through the halls as you headed to her math class. You and Peter shared that class as well, except the difference was math was like breathing to you. It was something you didn't even have to think about to do. And that was exactly how you liked things.

It wasn't hard to spot the curly haired boy sitting at his desk. You had the momentary thought to just ignore him and study on your own, but you couldn't risk Peter reporting back and saying you had never studied together and ruin your chances of retaking your test. So you headed over to him, stopping in front of his desk.

"Mr. Turner said you would tutor me so I can retake our last test." you said, getting straight to business.

Peter lifted his head from where he had been laying it on the desk. He nodded as he looked at you with wide eyes. When Mr. Turner had said there was a student who he wanted the boy to tutor, he never in a million years imagined that you were the one who needed help. That, and he didn't think you would ever accept his help due to your feud.

"Uh, y–yeah." He stuttered, clearly surprised to see you. "I didn't think you'd be the one who needed tutoring."

"You gonna back out on me?" you asked. Maybe if he did you could convince Mr. Turner to let you be tutored by someone else.

"What? No! Of course not." Peter said quickly. He hadn't meant it to come off that way. He had only meant it had never crossed his mind that you were the one who needed help. Really his heart jumped at the idea of getting to spend time alone with the girl he had a hopeless crush on. "So... So when do you want to study?"

"Well, I have two days. So after school?" you asked, your books held tightly to your chest.

"Yeah. That works for me. Do you... Do you want to come over to my place?" Peter asked. "To study, I mean."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Sounds fine with me. I'll just text my parents and let them know. What's your address?" you asked, seeming very unbothered and bored.

"Oh... I figured we could just walk to my place together after school. It would be easier because I could show you how to get there and we wouldn't have to worry about you getting lost." Peter said quietly, dropping his gaze down. Did you really dislike him enough to not even want to walk with him after school?

You sighed, making a face at the idea. You could lie and say that you had to run by your place to grab something, but knowing Peter he would just offer to come with you there. And you really needed all the study time you could get, so you found yourself agreeing, albeit reluctantly.

"Fine. I guess I can just walk with you after school. How does five-thirty sound for pickup? My dad gets off work at five, so he should be able to come get me then." you explained quickly, glancing up at the clock that would cut your conversation short.

"Five-thirty sounds fine by me. I think we'll be home alone because my Aunt May has work too." Peter admitted, hoping that wouldn't freak you out or anything.

"Okay." you said before moving to your seat across the room, not seeing how deflated Peter got when the conversation ended so suddenly. You also didn't see Peter's continuous longing stares at you across the room. The boy resembled a puppy who was yearning for the attention of someone, only he only wanted the attention of the one who apparently wanted to be nothing more than his rival. Peter didn't even want to be your rival. He just wanted to be your friend, and he didn't understand why you both couldn't have a friendship, and a rivalry that pushed each other to be better. It had nothing to do with his hopeless crush on you. Nothing at all.

The hours seemed to tick by so slowly for him, and while normally he was focused on school being over so he could go one patrol, today he was just excited to get to spend time with the person of his dreams. Or, more accurately, the person who appeared in his dreams.

Finally that last bell of the day wrung, and not wanting to seem too desperate, Peter waited for you by the door of the classroom. The person in question eventually wandered over to him after saying goodbye to one of your friends. You had plenty of friends. So many that Peter was sure that you couldn't possibly actually be friends with them all. But you seemed to be. No matter who you were talking to, you knew their name in a heartbeat and was always referring back to previous conversations about what was happening in their lives.

"You ready to go, Parker?" you asked him with a sigh.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm ready. Are you?" Peter replied awkwardly. He had been fine all day, but suddenly he was realizing this was really happening.

"Yeah. Otherwise I wouldn't be standing in front of you." you pointed out with an eye roll.

Peter flushed and nodded. "Oh, yeah. Right. Of course." He stuttered, shaking his head at himself as they walked out of the building.

The entire walk was nothing but awkward, neither teenager really making a move to talk to the other. Peter was too socially awkward to easily make conversation with his crush, and you just had no desire to actually attempt to talk to Peter. It was already bad enough that Peter knew you had failed at something.

You walked from the school to the subway station where Peter pulled out his phone and shot a text to someone. Once that ride was over, you finished up your journey by walking to his apartment. You were both silent as Peter fumbled for his keys, save for the occasional quiet curse from the boy as he struggled.

Finally the door was unlocked and you went inside, and you looked around in curiosity. You were getting to see how Peter lived. You couldn't help but be interested.

"So this is where you live, huh?" you asked as you looked around.

"Uh, yeah. We used to live in a bigger place, but then my Uncle Ben died and we couldn't afford it anymore." Peter explained quietly, his mood dropping at the mention of his Uncle Ben.

"Oh. I'm sorry." you said quietly. "So, uh, ready to get started?"

"Yeah. Let me just grab a snack. If you want to go settle in my room or something that's fine. All of my books are in there." He explained. "Unless you aren't comfortable with that. Then we can just sit on the couch." He said quickly.

You raised an eyebrow at how nervous he was before eventually shaking your head and moving towards the hallway, poking your head into the room that you could easily tell was his based on all the Star Wars stuff.

You took a seat on the floor and pulled your backpack off your back and set it in front of you, pulling out your Science supplies. You glanced up at Peter when he finally came into the room.

"I didn't know what you liked. So I got you a Capri-Sun and lots of different chips." Peter explained to you with a smile. His arms were full of different snack items. He wanted you to have the opportunity to pick for yourself.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that. Thanks, I guess." you said, feeling your cheeks get warm. Why was he being so considerate? It was weird. But it made your heart skip a beat.

Peter sat on the floor beside her, dropping the snacks everywhere. He pulled out his phone, frowning and huffing at it.

"What's wrong?" you decided to ask.

"Nothing. It's just—" he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I do this Stark Internship thing. And recently Mr. Stark hasn't needed my help. Which really sucks because I want to do more, you know? And I can't do that because no one ever replies to my texts so I never know what's going on until it is too late. And then I get behind on stuff and am not where I need to be when I need to be there. And it's really annoying because it wouldn't be hard to keep me updated. And it just really sucks because I want to do more and no one ever lets me, and I jus—"

Peter was cut off suddenly when you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. It was a short kiss, nothing more than a peck, but it was clear it had shocked both of you.

"Did you just kiss me?" Peter asked, his cheeks red and his eyes wide as he looked at her.

If he was surprised, you were absolutely floored by her actions. Her eyes were wide and you was frozen a bit away from him, resembling a deer in headlights.

"I–I think so." you said quietly after a large lapse of silence.

"Why?"

"I don't know." you replied, completely stumped on a good answer.

Peter looked at you strangely as you sat there on the floor, just staring at each other, both trying to comprehend what had just occurred. Peter had never expected for anyone to kiss him, and you had never expected to kiss Peter. But it had happened, and now you had to figure out what to do about it.

"That... That was a really nice way of shutting me up." Peter said, sure his entire face resembled a tomato. But it was comforting to see that you were flustered in your own way.

"Sorry. I don't know why I did that. I–I can leave if you want me to." you said quietly, finally dropping your gaze to the ground. You were mentally scolding yourself, worried you had just ruined your chances of getting to retake that test Friday.

"No!" Peter said quickly, wincing at how loud he was. "No, uh, do you, do you maybe wanna do it again?"

He was stumbling over his words as he looked at you, and Peter was prepared for your rejection. He knew it was a shot in the dark, but he hoped maybe you liked the first one.

"S–Sure." you stuttered. "I think I'd like that."

[lilaachearts-archived]

( lee chaeyoung / isa , cis woman ) have you seen BORA HO ? i heard SHE is an ASTROPHYSICS MAJOR at EVERGREEN UNIVERSITY and a VOLUNTEER at the SAN VERTO LIBRARY. they’re 21 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 3 YEARS. they tend to be CALM & CHARISMATIC, but rumor has it they can also be OPINIONATED & UNFORGIVING. [ tally, 25, GMT+4, she/her ] @foolsstarters​

tw // brief mention of abuse

bora ho –– lee chaeyoung / isa fc

nicknames: idk give her nicknames

birthday: january 1st, 2000 - 21 yrs old ; capricorn

cis woman, she/her, bisexual

born in brooklyn, new york.

past !

bora’s mother wanted her youngest child, and only daughter, to be nothing short of prim and proper. and all her life, as much as she hated it, the young girl went along with it; going by her parents’ very traditional and outdated rules for her own personal safety. unlike her oldest brother, she hated every bit of it. and unlike her second oldest brother, yooseung, she knew how to keep it together and go with the flow for her survival in a house where their parents weren’t afraid of using extreme methods behind closed doors. 

bora was calm, collected, and despite being so restricted by rules, she did things her own way. she was a straight A student, especially in subjects that her peers hated. physics and chemistry were things she especially excelled at. although her teachers would accuse her of cheating on her tests because she was skipping classes whenever she felt like it. bora would respond saying that it wasn’t that hard for her to catch up. she had a talent for learning quickly, anyways. 

bora had a hard time being close to anyone in her family. she had a tendency of pretending to like her cousins or other family members just for the sake of keeping her ‘good girl’ reputation going. the only person in her family that she truly got along with was yooseung. the two shared secrets, had a similar sense of humor, and they even talked about how they both wanted to leave and live freely somewhere else. the latter happened for yooseung pretty soon, and he was away in california without taking bora with him. of course, she was upset about it at first, but she understood after a while. especially when he kept in contact and visited brooklyn sometimes. 

behind her polished facade, bora had a plan, and she needed to get on with it as soon as she turned eighteen. she was sick of living like this. she had a lot of money saved up; courtesy of her parents giving her a few bills whenever she said she didn’t have any lunch money. she could admit that as the youngest child, she was a bit spoiled. her dad could barely say no if she pouted. and she was packing up her things slowly but surely, keeping her bags hidden away until the day came for her escape.

no one could’ve seen it coming. bora was seen as the family’s good girl who was always on her best behavior. she was even expected to start working in her family’s business after majoring in one of the best universities in new york. but when everyone woke up, she was nowhere to be found. her things and her car had disappeared as well. her mother insisted on filing her as missing, but nothing could be done, because she was technically an adult now, and it was evident that she deliberately left on her own. 

a few months of driving from city to city, staying with friends and random motels here and there, she finally made her way to san verto, california, where her brother, yooseung, lived. he had no idea she was even coming here, only knowing about her disappearing from home. and since her arrival in town, she never thought she wanted to go live somewhere else. she was used to living in a big city, but she loved the small town. 

hcs !

bora is a good actress. she could lie to you for her own gain, and a lot of the time people didn’t even realize it.

she studies astrophysics, after yooseung decided to pay for her college education, which she didn’t like the idea of at first. 

bora’s definitely the smarter one out of the two siblings LMAO. compared to yooseung, she loved reading and educating herself about new things she was interested in. she’s currently volunteering at the library in her free time. 

speaking of yooseung and lying... this bitch would support any ridiculous lies he was spewing. 

you’ll never catch her slipping! she always wants to look good, even without any makeup on.

she KNOWS she looks good

she’s into astrology, and definitely owns a tarot deck. only because she wanted to learn how to use it, but doesn’t think she could ever use it seriously. she’s lowkey into witchy things. 

the name bora means purple , and you could only imagine how much she loves the color. her wardrobe consists of a lot of lilacs. 

bora started a youtube channel out of boredom, and now posts random videos every week or so. think kennedy walsh type of videos lol 

always seems like she doesn’t have time for anyone’s shit, and... yeah she doesn’t lol 

she’s a bit cold and opinionated, and can hold grudges, but for the most part, she’s pretty chill and doesn’t give a fuck about a lot of things. 

has a soft spot for shyer/quieter ppl :( 

she’d most likely get mad if anyone touched her stuff or walked into her room without permission lol 

connections !

roomies: nico and eunmi 

exes? i love me some good spicy sad plots. maybe someone who broke her heart and she hates their guts now

neighbors ? someone who probably complained about how loud bora’s music is at night lool

idk give me friends ? ppl who see her working at the library perhaps, or maybe ppl from uni? she goes to evergreen 

it would be funny if there was a character who works at the coffee shop and they know her long ass coffee order by heart. or they hear it for the first time and are like ????? can u rewind , damn

someone she tutors! she’s p good at stuff like science and math subjects, and she wouldn’t mind teaching someone if they pay her lol

i feel like im missing some things.... but this is what i got for now. i’ll probably add more later. 

here’s bora’s pinterest if u wanna take a look. 

pls message me for any plots :D 

[hodgepodge-of-rog]

Tutor Me This

Reposting because oops. Brian was a tutor in the early 70s I’ve been told. So this is a request by @drivenbybri and she wanted fluffy tutor Bri smut so here it is :)

Warnings: Creampie?? I know some people arent into it

Tagging: @drivenbybri @yourlocalmusicalprostitute @leah-halliwell92 @briyourmotherdown @whiskeyandroses31

You hated maths. Every class killed you, and you were failing. Your professor was starting to get frustrated, and scheduled a tutor for you. You didn’t really want one, but if it was going to get you out of your hole, you might as well. The appointment was scheduled for your apartment at 5pm, and you lazily sat on your couch, watching the clock tic by. The knock at the door startled you as you fell into a trance staring at the clock. Answering the door, your short frame looked up at the tall figure. He was slender with long dark brown curly hair. His hazel eyes immediately caught yours and you flushed. He was holding some folders, most likely notes for the session.

“Are you Y/N?” He asked with a smile.

“Y-yeah, you must be my tutor.” You answered with a bit of waver in your voice. Man he was cute.

“Brian, please.” He said. “May I come in?”

You shuffled awkwardly away from the door. “Oh, yes, sorry. Please come in.” You extended your arm, shutting the door behind him. You really noticed his height as he stepped up into the apartment, and it made you flush again. He really was very cute.

“Here,” you said guiding him over to the couch where there was a table, and an extra chair, where you said. You had him sit on the couch, you always gave you guests the more comfortable option. Brian sat down and set his folders on the table. “Have you had a tutor before?”

“No, I’ve never been as distracted as I am now to need one.” Hint number 1, dropped. Not too subtle, you thought, but if he was a tutor, he should also catch on to a little flirting. Brian chuckled and cleared his throat, opening one of the folders. “Well it’s not the end of the world, and I’ll help you as much as I can.”

You smiled, “Okay, sounds good.” You got out your notes from class and he began going over certain things with you. You definitely were trying to pay attention, but you were so distracted by how gentle his voice was. How soft he spoke. You’d hate to see him angry.

Brian however wasn’t dumb to you watching him. He could feel every look at his lips, and it spurred him on. He thought you were the cutest, most beautiful girl he’d seen in who knows how long. Something about you set him off.

“Why don’t you come sit next to me.” Brian said deeply. Your gut tightened and stood from your seat to sit with him on the couch. Your thighs were touching you sat so close, and Brian gently placed his hand on your thigh. “You know,” he began trailing his fingers up the inseam of your pants, teasing you desperately. “You’re not very smooth at dropping hints.” He chuckled, you got embarrassed and gasped. “I know you’ve been staring at me since I got here.” His hand squeezed slightly at your thigh, gaining a small whine from you. “You’re very cute, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “Y-you are too, Brian.” You managed to squeak out. He turned his body toward you, and you inadvertently turned as well. He was so close to your face, you could hear the slight breaths he took through nose. “I think it’s time we’d taken a break then, hm?” He said as he leaned in closer to you, his voice just barely a whisper. Your breath was shaky, your heartbeat getting faster. He reached up and cupped your face, capturing your lips with his. Your back bent slightly as he pushed into you, but he eventually guided you to lay down.

He was now hovering over you, his leg between yours. His knee, terribly close to where you needed it most. You couldn’t help but roll your hips to try and get friction from his leg. He smirked and pressed his knee against your core, giving you that sweet relief. He pulled from the kiss and kissed down your jaw, to your neck, then nibbled there slightly. “I’d love to hear what you sound like,” his hand moved down and teased down into your waistline, earning a small breath from you. Before continuing, he stopped and looked at you. “And please tell me if I should stop.” He said seriously, not moving his hand any further. You nodded your head. “Please don’t stop. Keep going...” you whispered. He smiled and dipped his head back into your neck, nibbling up at your ear.

His hand slipped into your pants and past your underwear, just barely ghosting over your sex. “I bet you’re already wet for me, too.” He said against your ear before dipping his finger down and into your folds, gathering the slick that had accumulated. You whined as his finger just brushed your slit, causing you to buck your hips. He chuckled and leaned back to look at you. “That’s what I thought.” You whined, and he brought his finger up to your clit, rubbing slowly. “Makes it so much easier to do this, when you’re soaked like this.” His dirty talking was going to get to the best of you, and all you could do was moan in reply. God, how you want so badly to feel his cock against you, instead of his fingers.

You rolled your hips against him, moaning quietly. If just this felt this amazing, imagine what it’ll really feel like. “P-please...” you whined, a heavy breath following. Brian smiled and moved his hand lower, pushing his middle finger into you. You gasped, your hands gripping at the couch beneath you. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, watching your expressions change. Your brow was furrowed, focusing on the amount of pleasure he was giving you.

He then began to curl his finger upward, rubbing that sweet spot over and over again. You arched your back as the waves of pleasure surged through you, your impending orgasm upon you. “O-oh God, Brian...” you panted, your grip on the couch cushions getting tighter. “Let go, Y/N... Cum for me.” He whispered against your ear, increasing the pulsing against your core. Your stomach twisted at his words, moaning loudly as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls spasming around his finger.

You came down from your high, Brian practically holding you, watching you closely. He slowly pulled his finger from you, lifting it to his mouth and licking it clean. “You taste divine,” he said with a smile, making you blush and turn away.

“Let’s go to my room...” you said sheepishly, knowing this was going to be much more than just a simple fingering. Brian smirked and easily lifted you up as he stood, carrying you to the only door in the apartment that could be a bedroom.

He gently set you down on your bed, moving your legs so that you were laying on your back. Stepping back, Brian removed his shirt and jeans, his hard cock straining terribly against his briefs. You couldn’t help but lightly gasp at the sight, seeing just how big he was. You also removed your clothing, leaving you in just your underwear and bra.

Removing his final piece of clothing, he crawled on top of you, straddling you. You looked down at his cock, which definitely looked bigger now that it was free, and took it in your hand, giving him a few pumps. He groaned deeply, trying not to buck his hips into your hand. You stopped briefly to reach behind you, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. Brian exhaled sharply at the sight, his hand almost shakily moving to cup your breast, gently kneading the flesh. You tilted your head back with a sigh. Just a few moments passed before Brian scooted himself back, now straddling your knees. “Think we should get rid of these...” he said lowly before hooking his fingers into the waistband if your underwear, pulling it down and under him, throwing them to the floor.

You were now completely exposed to each other, Brian taking a moment to just look at you, taking you in. “You’re absolutely stunning, Y/N,” he said sweetly, his hand going to gently rub at your hip. You smiled back, even if a little embarrassed. You never were very good at accepting compliments. “You’re not so bad yourself, Brian.” You replied playfully, your hand moving to lay on top of his, rubbing the back of it sweetly. There was definitely a spark between the two of you, and you both could feel it.

Now shifting his body, he sat himself between your legs, positioning himself at your dripping center. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, pushing especially hard at your clit. You were so incredibly wet, no lube was needed. Brian teased your entrance, just barely pushing the head in. “Please, Brian...” you begged, rolling your hips against him.

“Please what?” He cheekily poked at your slit.

“P-please fuck me,” you said meekly, looking away.

Without entering you, Brian leaned forward and gently kissed your cheek, slowly kissing to your ear. “That’s a good girl...” and with that, gently pushed into you, bottoming out with his hips against yours. Your breath hitched at his words, and turned into a deep moan as he pressed into you. His breathing against your ear alone was enough to make you orgasm again.

He pulled away to look at you, taking his hand to gently move your face towards his. “I want to watch you.” He said quietly, with a sweetness to his voice. Your face flushed at the request, nodding gently. He smiled before pulling his hips back, then slowly pushing them into you. He began slowly, but then picked up a rhythm. He thrusted into you at a decent pace, the tip of his cock just brushing your g-spot every time he pushed in. Your hand reached up and grabbed at his biceps, which were on either side of your head.

“God, fuck me, Brian!” You cried out, enticing him to increase his thrusts, to which he complied. He started to fuck you, and hard. The bed just barely squeaking at the force he was putting into his thrusts. “F-fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He praised you, keeping eye contact as he continued his pace.

You watched him as your mouth hung open and your moans and pants let out with each wild thrust he gave you, your eyes scanning his. He was so beautiful, and damn he was making you feel so good. You felt your second orgasm creep up on you, causing you to dig your nails into his skin. “Fuck, Brian, I’m gonna cum...” you moaned out, your sounds getting louder the more he pressed on.

Somehow, he managed to push into you even harder, pulling your hips into him with each thrust. This sent you tumbling over the edge, your walls clenching around his cock. His own panting got heavier, and his eyes were threatening to close. “Where do you want it?” He asked with a strain in his voice.

“Inside me, please.”

Your answer was the trigger, and with a few hard thrusts, he came inside of you, coating your walls, your body milking him for all he was worth. He just barely collapsed on top of you, giving a minute for the both of you to catch your breath.

Within about a minute, Brian chuckled before pulling out, and moving to walk into the bathroom for a cloth. You watched him still totally exhausted, laying there like a used toy. He came back with a warm wet cloth, and gently cleaned up the mess he had made. You smiled at him, as no one else has ever bothered to clean you up before. “Thank you...” you began, moving to sit up. “But why did you laugh?” You asked, not ignoring the fact that he indeed did laugh.

Brian smiled and sat on the bed with you, laying the cloth on the end table. “Because I’ve never really slept with someone I’ve tutored before.” He laughed again, sighing after. “And I’ve never fallen for someone like this either.” He said as he looked at you, a tenderness in his eyes. You watched him intently, your heart nearly thumping out of your chest. “W-well I can say the same. I like you, Brian...” you said quietly, looking away.

He gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to him, kissing you sweetly. He rested his forehead against yours as he pulled away, giving another sigh. “I want you to want me, too, Y/N.” The tone of his voice seemed sincere enough, and you took in a small breath. “I want you Brian...” you answered, a smile on your face.

“I guess I’ll be coming over for tutoring more often then.” He said with a laugh, watching your body move as you laughed with him. “I guess so.” You smiled, looking into his hazel green eyes.

“I’d like that.”

[stripper-patrick]

Teach me📙 Fezco

Song: Bad- Wale

Warnings: smut, public touching, choking, oral (m), public fingering

For: @planetblxckmarz

Relationship: Fezco x black plus sized reader

“Hey I brought food” I smile holding up the Chick-fil-A bag

“Thanks” me and Fez are cool I’m his tutor in math. He’s decided that he needs a balance between selling drugs and he picked going back to school which I think is good.

“You know damn well the only thing I wanna eat is you” he says

“I’m your tutor not your fuck buddy right now Fez”

“I like when you say my name mami” I roll my eyes and pull out the books.

“Let’s do this please”

“If I do this will you sit on my face?”

“Ain’t no ‘if I do this’ I’m good in math your the one that need the help” I say with a smile on my face

“By will you still-“ I hit him and he smiles “fine mami but after this I want that pretty pussy on my mouth” he’s not exactly the quietest at the moment but it’s better than him being loud.

“Come on”

....

“Y/N I swear I’m not high but I really don’t understand this shit” he sigh frustratedly

“Fez it’s ok the more we practice the more you’ll understand” I touch his thigh absentmindedly and he looks down then at me

I retract my hand and mumble and a small sorry before I go back to the book. Fez stares at me and looks at the book.

“Ok let’s try this again” I guide him through the expressions and I feel him guide his hand up my leg. I have on these short shorts and I know he’s gonna try something.

“Fez”

“I’m listening” I roll my eyes and keep teaching. His hand dips into the band of my shorts and past my underwear.

“Keep going baby girl”

“You need this- fuck” he squeezes my clit.

“You wanna take this to your room?” I ask

“That’s more like it”

We didn’t even eat our Chick-fil-A but he’s about to eat me like my name Chick-fil-A.

I pack up the stuff and he grabs it for me. We speed walk to his dorm and get in the elevator. It’s just us and he slides his hand up under my shorts fingering me. I throw my head back and the door dings. People walk in and I compose myself as he still tortures me.

I bite my lip and weighed slightly. He pumps faster. I look at the light beaming “7” Fez is on 10. He gets faster and I feel like you can hear my heart beating fast. I pull him closer to me feeling dizzy. I bury my head in his chest and squeeze on the bottom of his shirt. My legs quake and I gasp. Some eyes turn to us but revert back not noticing my orgasm is swallowing me whole.

The door dings on 10 and I push myself from him grabbing his hand. We leave and he slips his fingers into his mouth. We stop at his room. Fez wraps his hand around the back of my neck and places the card against the reader opening the door.

We walk in and see him roommate Austin.

“Hey do you want me to leave”

“If you don’t mind or you can stay but I can’t promise we’ll be quiet about it”

“I’ll leave” he winks and smiles waving at me “Hey Y/N”

“Hi Austin”

“Condoms are in my room in the top drawer if you need it” he says walking out

“He’s like a mom”

“Keep lookin this good I’ll make you one for real” I smile and Fez picks me up taking me to his room. Who would’ve thought his little ass was this strong.

“Ima tear that pussy up” he kisses my neck and I moan. I take off my shirt and shoes. Fez buries his head in my breasts biting and sucking on them. His favorite is the left because it’s bigger.

“Fez please fuck me”

“I will mama” he takes off his shirt and I undress the rest of myself. He grabs a condom pulling it on and jerking himself a few times. He’s rock solid and veins are popping out of his dick. Fez is definitely packing.

He lays over top of me stretching me out. I moan grabbing the sheets as some type of brace.

“I been waiting for yo ass all day mama” I grab his hand wrapping it around my throat. He isn’t rough today which is something I really need.

“Fez please go harder” I moan

“Nah” his answer is simple yet so condescending. He pushes his hips so deep yet so slow and I feel a mix of pleasure and aggravation. Any other day I’d want him to go slow and the day I want him to rearrange my guts he doesn’t.

I moan as he touched my clit flicking it back and forth. The pleasure gets to be too much for a second and I push myself up a bit

“You gon take these long slow strokes mama don’t run from me” he whispers tightening his grip around my neck. My eyes shut and my mouth opens for the very little air I’m receiving. Fez cuts that’s off with a powerful kiss.

“You like it like this?”

“Yes” he plays with my clit again and repositions himself so he’s pressing right against my g-spot with every single thrust.

I let out a super loud pornographic moan and he smiles. His hot breath is close against my ear.

“Are you close mama? You gon cum all over this dick I don’t care what you say”

His words are bringing me closer and closer. He grips my throat tighter cutting off all oxygen. I want to panic but that would make things bad. My orgasm feels different. Almost as if I can see it about to come into my body from the outside.

He finally goes faster and I clench. My eyes shut and as soon as I get that first taste of release he lets my throat go. I take a deep breath and scream arching my back. My body is quaking in ecstasy.

He smiles and pulls out. I rip off the condom and grab the base of his dick pushing it in my throat. I let the head rub against my throat letting Fez fuck my face.

“Gotdamn” I grab his balls juggling them around and he cums in my mouth.

I continue sucking watching his body shake until he forces me off.

I smile swallowing and he looks at me shaking his head with a smile.

“I aint know you were a squirter mama” he grabs my chin shaking it a little.

“Well now you know”

[rambling-at-midnight]

Jealousy

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Note: in this AU, Five never jumped to the future. Everyone (except Luther) has moved on from the Academy. They’re all 22 atm.

This wasn’t requested but it popped into my head and I just really wanted to write it!

Five seriously regrets signing up for this eight a.m. history class. He has it on good authority that the teacher is going to move it to eight p.m. next semester, but that would conflict with his advanced math class. Of course, he could have pushed that back a semester too, which wouldn’t have hurt his degree or prevented his graduation at all. But at the moment he’d thought to himself ‘Oh, well, waking up at seven every Monday and Thursday morning won’t be so bad.’

It is. It’s so bad. At this point he’s pretty sure that his blood is 99% coffee.

He’d even had the mind to transfer after the first week. He’s simply a night owl and not an early riser, ergo this is torture without fifteen cups of coffee. But there is one tiny little problem with that, and that is why he hasn’t switched out yet, and the only reason he hasn’t yet missed a single class.

It’s a girl.

Yeah, as stupid as that sounds, the only reason Five hasn’t yet transferred out of his stupid eight a.m. history class is because on the first day of the class, when he had been glaring at everybody and hating just about everyone and everything, a pretty girl had sat down next to him without even a glance in his direction, holding a humongous travel cup of tea, and with earbuds blasting music so loud he could hear it.

Your name is Y/N. You love tea but hate coffee. You like history but hate math. You have a boyfriend called Max with gorgeous blue eyes. You’ve got a cat. You’re not a morning person. You’re majoring in biology.

That’s pretty much all Five knows about you.

But God, he’s got the biggest crush.

He can’t help it! You’re just so... you. He can’t even put it into words, but God, you distract him.

But he can’t do anything about it because you’ve got your stupid boyfriend Max that everyone you know gushes about. He’s not about to be a homewrecker. It just sucks that he hadn’t figured out you were already taken until it was way too late to enroll in another course.

He settles for being a friend.

Five rolls his eyes and kicks your chair a little bit when you’re about to nod off. You jolt up, eyes wide for a few moments, before registering that the lecture is about to start. With a wide yawn, you greet him and reach into your backpack for your laptop.

“Late night?”

“Sort of.” You shrug. “Max wouldn’t stop yelling at me for attention and he always wakes up at the oddest hours and wakes me up, too.”

Privately, Five thinks, I’d never yell at you. Even if it’s for attention, he sort of thinks it’s a dick move. If he ever meets Max, he might just give the asshole a piece of his mind. It’s not the first time you’ve complained about him being an asshole but you never even consider breaking up with him. “He a morning person?”

You snort. “You could say that. He’s cute, though, so I love him.”

There it is; the knife in his gut. You love to twist it around without even realizing you’re doing it. Five just nods and looks down at his notes.

Five’s neither an asshole nor an idiot (and you’ve called Max both those names multiple times, not that he really cares). He can tell you like your boyfriend, for some reason he can’t tell, and that it would really be a dick move to make moves on you. So he’s content (not really) to spend time with you, even if it’s a sweet kind of torture.

That includes math tutoring. You’d seen him reading one of his advanced math books before the lecture started one time and pounced on the opportunity. You’re really smart, but not the best at paying attention and it’s not like your professor’s good at teaching anyway.

And Five, like an idiot, had agreed.

He’s not very good at teaching. The first time he’d brought you to tears he’d panicked and accidentally spacial jumped to China. He’d jumped right back, of course, and the shock of seeing one of your friends disappear and reappear had stopped your tears short.

He hasn’t made you cry since (and he definitely doesn’t have nightmares about hearing you sniffle) which is good for his patience, he supposes. Sometimes a few of your friends will join your study sessions, but most of the time it’s just you and Five.

Alone.

In a library.

Alone.

So now you’re friends? Sort of? At least, you talk with his siblings and he talks with your friends and you’re all kind of one group now.

And nobody. Ever. Shuts. Up. About. Max.

“We really need to see Max sometime,” Vanya says while she, you, Five, Klaus, and two of your other friends are all sitting under the shade of a tree, ‘working’ on homework assignments. Immediately a whole chorus of agreements rise from Five’s siblings and your friends and he rolls his eyes.

“Five’s never met Max,” Klaus proclaims loudly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“Let’s go right now!” one of your friends, Isabella, exclaims.

“I’ve got a lot of homework to do,” Five replies tiredly. “You go on without me.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking at him with your hair falling over your shoulder and eyes a little tired but worried.

It’s like getting kicked in the stomach.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Five waves everyone away, wondering how on earth this ‘Max’ guy is so amazing that everyone loves him. You’re the last to go, still sending Five looks over your shoulder.

He pretends not to notice.

Yeah, he’s jealous. So what?

“Max is so great,” you sigh during one of your study sessions.

I’m pretty great too, Five thinks sourly.

“His eyes are so pretty,” you continue. “Such a pretty blue.”

Five, personally, thinks that green is better than blue.

“How’s your cat?” he asks, to change the subject.

“Great!” you smile at him. Five’s stomach falls down at least two stories. “Belligerent and fluffy as always. You really should meet him, you know.” You stick out your bottom lip and pout at him and dammit, but he really doesn’t feel like saying no to you right now.

Five’s impulsive. He says yes. You beam. He’d say it again, a thousand times, just to see that smile.

His stomach falls again when you stand up and hold out your hand for him to take so you can drag him back to your apartment. You live off-campus because of your cat, supported by moderately wealthy parents who are just relieved you hadn’t gone to college in another country.

Maybe he knows more about you than he’d thought.

You drag him across campus, probably to ensure he has as little time as possible to change his mind. You always get confused whenever he refuses to meet either your cat or Max, a little bit of hurt clouding your pretty E/C eyes before you blink it away.

All Five knows about you, and he’s never met your boyfriend or cat. He’s never even been to your apartment before.

It’s in a pretty building with a nice view. There’s a park directly across the building, and Five can imagine you on the swings late at night, holding hands with someone who’s on the swing next to you. First he imagines a scruffy guy with blue eyes, and then he imagines you holding hands with a neat brunette boy with green eyes.

“You’re not allergic, are you?” you ask just before unlocking your apartment door.

Five shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” He’s never really been around cats before. God knows pets weren’t allowed at the Academy.

You smile and open the door. “Good. Max!”

Five instantly tenses. He was brought here to see your cat, not your boyfriend. What will he even think about you bringing a guy here, to your apartment, one-on-one?

A white blur runs into the room, making an unusual high-pitched noise, and you laugh and crouch down. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, picking the cat up gently. “Want to hold him?”

Five looks at the triangular face. The cat, just like your boyfriend, has blue eyes that are gorgeous against his white fur. You must have a thing for blue eyes. Something curdles in his stomach at the thought and he nods mutely.

“Max, this is Five,” you coo, gently putting the cat in his arms. “Don’t mind his silly name or his scowl. He’s a softie.”

“Hi,” Five says quietly, rolling his eyes at your gentle ribbing. The cat regards him, studying him, and leans to sniff his nose.

Wait.

Max.

Max?

Five looks at you looking at him and your cat with a gorgeous smile on your face. “This is Max?”

“Yeah.” Your smile grows even wider. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

“Yeah,” Five says quietly. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shiiiiiit.

“He’s also an asshole,” you coo, taking the cat out of his arms. “You’re just the biggest annoyance ever, aren’t you? You know, I was beginning to think you really hated cats,” you add to Five. “You always seemed so annoyed whenever I talked about him.”

“I guess I was focused on other stuff,” Five invents wildly. Your eyes narrow just a little bit at him and you let the cat jump out of your arms. Thankfully, you let him keep his dignity (I was jealous over a cat? Really?) and shrug.

“I have something to tell you,” you say, swallowing.

“Sure.” Five watches as the cat saunters out of the room. Smug, as if he knows that Five is a total oblivious idiot. How did he not know that Max and your cat were the same person? He’s so stupid.

“I like you.”

“Okay. Wait—” Five jerks to look at you, stomach falling again, eyes wide. “What?”

“It’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way,” you say quickly. “But... I’ve liked you for a while now, actually. It’s why I sat next to you in history, really.”

Five laughs. Then he sits down on your couch pretty abruptly.

“What?” You stay standing, biting your lip and tugging on your hair like you always do when you’re nervous. “I promise I’m not a groupie or anything. I don’t really care about the Umbrella Academy or all that stuff, It’s just—”

“I’m such an idiot,” Five whispers.

“What?”

“I like you, too,” he admits. “I have for a while now.”

Your smile is blinding.

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[blakemetothemoon]

Love in a Laundromat -SaifahZon, M, Ch. 6/?

Notes: Oops I did it again, setting a chapter counter and then realizing it’s going to probably be double that, my bad.

Summary: Zon's favorite place is a laundromat. That is until a certain tall, handsome stranger steals his washer and seems hellbent on making Zon miserable.

Read here or on ao3! :)

Zon had been mostly sober when he left Japan's party sometime after one in the morning, but he still feels that giddy kind of tipsy as Saifah pulls up to Zon’s apartment.

Because Saifah had offered to see him home. Tutor had grilled Saifah to ensure he was sober enough to drive. Saifah had had fewer drinks than Tutor himself, so he’d passed with flying colors, and, not long after, Zon had sat on the back of Saifah’s motorbike wondering what to do with his hands. Then, Saifah had grabbed Zon’s hands and placed them around his waist, telling him over his shoulder, “Hold on tight.”

And it’s one of the most fucking cliche tropes out of a romance novel, but Zon follows directions. Saifah’s skin is warm beneath his hands, reminding Zon of how that heat felt under his bare palms. He swallows, hard, and almost buries his blushing face into Saifah’s back, right between his shoulder blades. But they’ve already touched too much that night and Zon teeters between wanting more and not sure if he can handle it if he gets it, so he stops himself.

The cool night-time air as they drive is like a jolt to his muddled, horny and happy brain. He can feel himself starting to freak out, like, majorly. But he’s still flying from Saifah kissing his lips, his neck, his shoulder. How that perfect smile had dragged itself across his skin. He had felt wanted when Saifah kissed him. Zon is realizing he might really like being wanted.

The ride back to Zon’s place hadn’t been long enough. Now they're lingering at the entrance to Zon's apartment building. Saifah is still sitting on his bike, and even like that Zon is barely taller which is so unfair. Saifah reaches up. His touch is feather-light against Zon’s throat as he undoes the clasp of the spare helmet for him.

"I need this back," Saifah says. “For next time.”

 Zon is too focused on swallowing against his dry throat to reply. Saifah's gaze flutters from Zon's eyes to his lips, then back. He is asking for permission to kiss Zon again, but Zon suddenly becomes a bundle of nerves because if he starts kissing Saifah he might just not stop and might invite him up to his room, which is too fast. Way too fast.

A hand ruffles his hair for the second time that night. When Zon refocuses, Saifah’s puppy dog eyes aren’t begging anymore, but there isn’t judgment, either. Just some bizarre fondness that makes Zon's heartbeat quicken and his gut twist because it feels so weird to have that sort of look directed at him.

"You better go inside before you get kidnapped,” Saifah says, using his hold on Zon’s head to nudge him towards the door.

Zon huffs once, then again when Saifah chuckles, happy with the reaction. "I'm not a kid!"

Saifah drops his hand and shrugs. "I'm still waiting here until you make it inside."

The declaration throws Zon for a loop. He doesn't know why it does when they already ate face just a few hours before. It's just not fair for Saifah to sound so genuine with those words. They should be teasing. Teasing would let Zon mutter, "Do what you want." 

Instead, Zon ends up flustered and blushing and unable to bite back a shy smile. "Um, thanks.” Zon rolls back and forth on his heel; he doesn’t want to leave yet and is struggling to take that first step away from Saifah. “See you Thursday then?"

A brief glimpse of what Zon thinks is relief passes through Saifah's expression. Then, he beams, the soft moonlight illuminating his face. "Yeah, Thursday. Definitely."

Lost in Saifah’s eyes, Zon still hesitates before literally shaking himself out of his stupor. He takes a huge jump back, because ripping off the bandaid is apparently the only way to freaking break the spell. “Okay. Bye, Saifah."

A soft chuckle fills the warm, late night air. "Good night, Zon."

Saifah keeps his word and waits until Zon makes it through the entrance before starting his bike. Zon doesn’t remember what happens between then and closing his bedroom door, but his grin is so big his dimples will probably never even out.

How did a simple night feel so unexpectedly...amazing?

Ugh, Zon thinks as he slides down the cool, wooden door with a dreamy sigh, how cheesy.

But cheesy or not, words are still flowing into Zon’s mind at a rapid pace. Desperate to hold onto them, Zon grabs for the first writing utensil and paper he can find; a silver permanent marker and some unfinished math homework. Then, he scrawls lyrics about falling and ignoring caution lights and sharing truths in the dark.

Each word is as warm as Saifah’s smile.

*

Zon is freaking out. 

But not like he should be freaking out. Not like he always freaks out.

Freaking out should be: anxiety twisting his stomach until he almost pukes. Heartbeat quickening until his breathing labors and he’s dizzy. Lip red because he can’t stop chewing it nervously. Head spinning because he doesn’t know where he and Saifah are in terms of that whole making out thing.

Freaking out should not be: butterflies fluttering when he sees Saifah through the glass door, casually filling his washer with a load of whites. Chest warming when he notices the guitar resting on the bench. Throat drying as he takes in how nice Saifah’s dark jeans fit him and how even his ratty, laundry-day t-shirt works for him.

The spinning rears its anxious head again. How was Zon supposed to act now? Was he supposed to hug Saifah? Were they, like, dating? Friends with benefits? Were they even friends? They had hung out at the party but the alcohol had made it a little easier for Zon to hold a conversation. If he’s awkward like he normally is, what kind of signal would that send Saifah? Would it make him think twice about kissing Zon?

Zon groans and does a full-body shake, and then jumps in place a few times. Those are way too many questions to think about right now, and Mrs. Appletil is watching him, concerned, because he’s been lingering outside the door for a good three minutes now.

“Hello,” Zon says once he’s finally made his way to his washer and to Saifah’s side.

“Hi,” Saifah replies.

Okay, so Saifah is acting totally normal. Maybe the slightest bit unaffected. Not immediately bringing up their kissing. That means Zon should pretend like nothing happened, too, right? Or is Saifah waiting to bring it up? People probably don’t greet each other with, ‘Yo remember when your tongue was in my mouth?’ Right?

“How are you?” asks Saifah, yanking Zon out of his thoughts.

“I’m okay.” Zon clears his throat.” I, uh, see you’re doing laundry.”

Goddammit, what was that? It takes all of Zon’s willpower to not dump his laundry on his head and hide away in the basket for the rest of his life.

“Just kidding?”

Saifah one hundred percent knows Zon wasn’t kidding, but he does that cute little eye squint and head tilt thing he does when amused, and Zon feels the slightest bit less stupid.

“So, my Zon,” Saifah says as he sits down on the bench and sets his guitar in his lap. The same position he was in last week and the week before, ready for Zon to settle in next to him. “Which song should we start with this week?”

Zon’s butterflies are already kicking as he sits down, more aware of Saifah’s presence than he has been in weeks. “Your turn. I picked last time.”

Saifah chooses some old country song Zon has only heard a few times. But, like always, if Zon doesn’t know the lyrics, he brings them up on his phone, and Saifah makes it easy to follow his playing. More than once Zon glances up to find Saifah watching him, a pleasant smile on his lips. He nods, encouraging, every time Zon messes up or hesitates, still not used to having an audience.

They’re about thirty minutes in when Saifah asks, “Did you write anything new this week?”

“A few.” Zon flips the pages, searching for the last pages he’s written in. He gestures towards the left page. “I’m not super happy with this one, though.”

Saifah makes a curious noise, then points to the page on the right. “Wait, what about this one?”

Zon follows Saifah’s finger...

And his stomach plummets.

Lights the title reads. It’s notably less quick catscratch than the other songs filling the notebook.

Because the first place Zon had written it down was on a math sheet with a silver marker, and transferring it over had given him time to write each word crisp and pretty, like they deserved.

Saifah backs away and strums a few notes. Instead of the space giving Zon room to breathe, his breath catches at how perfectly Saifah’s music connects to Zon’s lyrics. How they capture the breathlessness he felt scribbling them down.

But those words are too personal right now. They give away far too much. He isn’t sure he’s ready for them to be heard yet, especially not by the person they were inspired by.

“No!” Zon snaps when Saifah leans back in to read the first few lines again. He slams the notebook shut as Saifah jumps back, startled at the sudden harshness in Zon’s tone. “Um, I’m sorry, it’s just—”

Saved by a literal bell, Saifah’s washer buzzes loudly, followed closely by Zon’s. Their conversation comes to a screeching halt, and Zon sighs, relieved.

They’re quiet as they swap their clothes from the washer to dryer. Saifah finishes first. As soon as he gently drops the dryer lid, he leans his shoulder against the tall washer and says, “Wanna go somewhere else?”

Zon glances up from setting the timer, crinkling his brow. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve got an hour until our stuff dries. Let’s go to the coffeeshop I play at.” Saifah smiles like Zon’s freak out over his notebook has been totally forgotten. “I want to show it to you.”

Saifah. Not in the laundromat. No alcohol. Invitation for Zon only. Is this a...date? Was Zon okay with it being a date—

“But what about our stuff?” Zon asks, flight response going immediately into ‘how do I get out of this’ mode. “What if someone breaks in and tries to steal your guitar, or my backpack, and then something happens to Mrs. Appletil, and—”

“Whoa, whoa! Calm down,” Saifah says. There’s a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, but the way he puts his hands on Zon’s shoulders is soothing; it tells Zon he isn’t laughing at him. “We can bring our stuff with. And have you seen how quick Mrs. Appletil untangles those metal hangers? Anyone who can do that can easily hold their own in a fight.”

It’s absolutely ridiculous logic, but for some reason it chills Zon’s nerves.

Maybe leaving the comfort of the laundromat and spending time with this Tall Giraffe somewhere else wouldn’t be so bad. Why was he so desperate to find an excuse out of it, anyway?

Zon relaxes against Saifah’s hands where they still hold him steady.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

[yikesharringrove]

so i just read Flowers for Yikes and i really love what you guys are doing! If you're taking requests, I'd love to see a college/university au with lines 4. “I… think I love you.” + 17. “I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.” you know i love you!

@xgardensinspace we’re famous omg.

Thank you for your request! I am always taking requests, I love doing them so much. You’re so sweet! ily!

4. “I… think I love you.”

7. “I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.”

I love a good college/university au. This is also modern au 😊 (feat. dyslexic Steve bc of course it does, it’s me)

Read on AO3

Prompts!

Flowers for Yikes can be found here! Written for me by @xgardensinspace

Steve was gnawing on a pen.

He was sitting in the chair outside of the tutoring rooms in the library. He had a standing appointment with Billy, easily the smartest undergraduate tutor in the joint, but also easily the most gorgeous man Steve had ever seen.

He was totally jacked, thick in the most delicious way with long curly blonde hair he made a show of sweeping into a bun with one of the many different colored scrunchies he owned. He had these eyes that made Steve melt, blue and kind and sharp in a way that made Steve go hot every time they were trained on him.

Billy also had a reputation, horror stories of people going to him for help and winding up in tears as he told them their papers were shitty, that they were idiots for doing their math homework incorrectly, that they should drop out now, save their parents the money.

But he was always so gentle with Steve, softly explaining where he went wrong, how he good make his arguments stronger, giving him tools like an online citation generator when Steve was too confused and down on himself for not remembering how to create an MLA 8 citation.

Maybe it was because Steve had cried and called himself stupid the first time they met. Steve hoped it had something to do with the tightness in his gut whenever Billy’s eyes met his and his face lit up with a smile.

The door to their regular room swept open and a freshman came out, face beet red, clutching papers covered in Billy’s red scrawl. Steve shot up, gathering himself and heading into the room.

“Jesus Christ, Pretty Boy, it’s good to fuckin’ see you. Some people on this campus are idiots.” Billy was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his hands down his face in a long-suffering way. “So what have you got for me today?”

“Well, I, um. This one is kinda, kinda different. It’s for that stupid seminar I have to take for my core credits, and its-we had to write about what makes us the most insecure, so I need you, I mean, just read it and don’t focus on, on what it says.” Steve hadn’t wanted to show Billy this work, but they met up at 8:30 every Tuesday, and this paper had been so emotionally draining on Steve, he needed to see Billy and for once in his life, didn’t have any confusing assignments to try and work out.

“Okay, I’ll be real gentle with ya.” Billy smiled at him, the softest one Steve had ever seen from him.

Steve handed over the stack of papers and plopped into the chair adjacent to Billy’s, each sitting on either side of one corner.

Billy scanned through the document quickly, his eyes sliding from side to side.

“Shit, Stevie. This is really good.” He looked up at him. “I’m not blowin’ sunshine up your ass, this is genuinely really good.” Steve was beaming. Billy was definitely nicer to him than anyone else he tutored, but he had never actually called Steve’s work good before. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re dyslexic?” Steve’s face fell.

“It’s fucking embarrassing, man. I can’t read for shit.”

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s something that makes you really fucking strong. I see the way you bust your ass in school. I feel like I coulda helped you better if I had known.”

“My dad was always, really pissed off about it. He never let me get tested for it, just said I was lazy, or said I was just stupid. I only got tested when I came to college and could do it without him knowing.”

Billy’s brow was furrowed.

“FUCK your dad. Fuck him. You’re not stupid. You literally have a learning disability. You are not stupid. Do you understand me?” Billy was looking into Steve’s eyes like he could crawl inside his brain and MAKE him understand.

“I-yeah. I understand. Thanks, Billy.” Steve smiled at him, just a little one.

“Okay, so, let’s make this paper really kick ass. So you begin by explaining what it’s like in your brain when you read or write. I think for this introduction, leave any typos there are, really solidify what it is like for you before things like me or spellcheck get in there to fix it. It’ll really send the point home. And I think you should add what you told me about your dad. It’ll make a better transition from that into how stupid you have always felt you are, even though THAT’S not fuckin’ true.”

Billy continued on, making a few marks on the paper, explaining his ideas to Steve and making comments debunking anything Steve had said about himself in the paper.

“Okay, I think that’s all I got for ya. When’s she due?”

“Friday.” BIlly’s left eyebrow went up. “I know, I’m usually such a procrastinator. This one was really easy. Probably because I have a lot I’m insecure about. Hardest part was to pick one.” Billy’s face scrunched up again. The timer on Billy’s watch went off, signaling the end of their hour. “Thank you for your help though, man. I really appreciate it.” Steve packed up his documents, touching Billy’s arm before he turned to leave.

“Steve, you’re not stupid. It’s really important to me that you know that.”

Steve turned.

“Thank you, Billy. I’ll see you next week.”

Steve got an A and a smiley face that read “Great Work!” on the paper. He was ECSTATIC to show Billy his good work, what he had helped Steve achieve. At 8:30 the following Tuesday Steve bounded into the room and flopped his smiley essay down.

“I got an A! Billy this is the first time I’ve gotten an A on a writing assignment! The professor said showing how hard my dyslexia makes it for me was really smart! That was your idea! Thank you!” Billy stood up with STeve, bringing him into a bearhug.

“Fuck, Stevie. I’m so proud of you.” H released him and they both sat. “This really was all you though, I gave very little input into this piece for you. You got this A for us.” Steve beamed.

“Billy, I really wanna thank you for all your help this semester. I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.”

Billy gawked at him.

“I… think I love you.”

“Sorry, what?”

Billy’s face went bright red.

“I’m sorry, this is probably really fuckin’ weird, but I’ve had a stupid huge crush on you since we started tutoring, like, six months ago, and after I read this paper last week, and you let me in more, I just. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, and I would like to, if it’s okay, maybe like, take you on a date?”

This is the first time Steve has ever seen Billy look unsure of himself.

“I, sorry. You want to go on a date? With me?”

“Yeah. Sorry, did I just make it weird? You’re just so happy and it was really cute, and I’m sorry if I misread or if you’re not into guys or-”

“I WANNA GO ON A DATE WITH YOU.” Steve had never been the most articulate. He felt like he was gonna explode from his skin. “I’ve actually had a crush on you too. I wanna, I wanna go out with you.” Billy lit up. It was beautiful.

“Okay! Okay, you uh, you have my phone number. I’ll call you this week? Maybe we can, what are you doing on Saturday?”

“I’m free all day! Whatever you have in mind is, I’m down for whatever.”

“Okay! I’ll give you a call. It’s, um, it’s a date.” They smiled at each other. “Can I kiss you, or is that like, is that too forward.” Steve melted at Billy asking permission.

“No, that’s-fuckin’ kiss me.” Billy launched across space, connecting them together. His hands cupped Steve’s face as he smiled into their kiss. Steve’s hands trailed u Billy’s muscular back to his neck. Both boys were grinning as they pulled back for air.

“If you don’t get outta here, Pretty Boy, I’m gonna jump your bones right here, right now.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Here I am, tryna be a gentleman and shit, and here you are, making me want to throw all that right out the window.”

“Well, maybe if Saturday goes alright, you’ll get to. I am a classy broad though, you gotta wine and dine me first.” Steve winked, pulling his backpack onto one shoulder. “I’ll see you Saturday then, Bill.”

“See you then, Sweet Thing.” Steve melted at the nickname.

It was gonna be the beginning of something, real nice.

[canumoveurseatup-no]

Luxury of Loving You

Summary: Dating Tony is a full package. Sure he has the cars and the money. But it’s the late study sessions that turn into more, the date nights and university adventures that you value most.

Requested by: @valkyriesnymph

Pairing: College!Student!Tony x College!Student!Black!Reader 18+

WC: 7k (longest one yet I think)

Warnings: car sex, absolute fluff and cuteness omg

A/N: I know nothing about MIT so this is loosely based off the dynamics of my University. ALSO! I know in the comics he was 15 when he went to MIT and graduated at 17, but my lovely doves, he’s an adult here. I also like the idea of calling him “Ant” (short for Anthony obviously) for some reason rather than Tony, so... that’s what I’m gonna do. And sorry for the weird format on mobile, I type on a desktop and for some reason it makes the spaces weird.

HSI’s- Health Safety Inspections

SRA- Senior Residential Assistant

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“Ant, stop iiiiit!,” 

He kept trying to sit on your books as you studied. It always ended up like this and it was a great way to de-stress while you damn near pulled your hair out while trying to remember the definitions of these terms. 

“Oh come on, sugar. You never actually want me to stop,” he winks at you as he sat on your lap and laid across you, knocking you down backwards on the bed.

“First you don’t want me to get smart by keeping me from studying now you’re trying to kill me? I’m calling campus police!!,” you reached for your phone but he snatched it up before you and started to run around your dorm room. You chased after him as he ran on the other side of the table and you tried reaching over the table to grab it but he jumped back from your reach and laughed in your face.

“Come on, Stark! I’m gonna call the RA!,”

“Y/N.. we ARE the RA’s!,”

He had a point there. He ran to your bed and started jumping up and down on it and you tried to knock his legs from under him but he just jumped over you, landing behind you and tackled you down on the bed.

“Get off me you big oaf!,” you groan as he squished you under the weight of his body.

“Recant! Recant!,” he chants, “That’s the only way I’ll let go!,” 

“Uncle! Uncle!,” you tap out on the books on your bed. He laughs and releases your phone and gets up from off of you smacking your ass, making you yelp out in surprise. 

“I was kind of liking that position,” he sighs as if he was let down.

“You’re so disgusting,” you sit back up on the bed and put the book in your lap trying to continue studying but he removed the book from your grasp and you fell back on your pillow groaning, “Why don’t you want me to succeed?!,” 

“Quiet hours,” he puts his finger up to his lips and you just roll your eyes at him, “Let’s play your favorite studying game. You know that always helps you remember,” he sets the book down and crawls over your body. Looking down into your dark brown eyes, he gives a wide grin.

“I don’t know, Ant. I’m really stressed out about this one, it’s mainly all Latin terms,”

“Gives us all the more reason to play,” he begins to remove your pants and you give in, realizing he was right, this was the only way you would pass, which is quite sad but everyone has their studying methods, right?

Whenever you had an exam, Tony would have his head between your legs, questioning you and as you continued to answer correcting, he’d get closer to letting you cum, if you were wrong he’d stop and go over it with you until you got it right before he got back down to business. This helped you during exams, it was so easy to remember because all you had to do was flashback to him between your legs and what tactics he did to help you remember that specific question.

He ran his hands up and down your bare thighs as you just wore is MIT shirt, staring at your clothed heat, “What’s ad damnum?,” he looked at your book and quickly read the definition.

You closed your eyes and slowly inhaled, “Ad damnum... refers to the parts or sections of a petition that speaks to the damages that were suffered and claimed by the plaintiff,” you exhale as you feel Tony rub his thumb against your clit.

“What about ad litem?,” 

You have to think about this one for a bit, there were so many A terms you had to remember it was easy to mix up.

“Uuuuuh,” you hesitate, “For the purpose of the lawsuit,”

“Mm, you sure about that one,” he asks unsure. Now you question it.

“Wait no!,” you stop, “It means.. to make void,” 

“That your final answer?,” 

You hum a yes and he removes his hands from you completely, “You got it wrong,” 

You sat up and gawked at him, “Because you said I did!,”

He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, bringing it up to close your mouth, “I said no such thing,” he shakes his head, “I just asked if you were sure, you second guessed yourself, we’ve talked about this. You gotta stop doing that. If you’re sure, go with that answer,” he advises.

He was a good tutor outside of being your boyfriend and while he had good points, he played too many mind games.

“Now, lay back down and we’ll try again. Don’t let me sway your answer if you’re sure. You got this, sugar,” he lightly pushes you back down to lie on your back and you stare at the ceiling. 

“Define bifurcation and give an example,” he says

“The division of something into two branches or parts. For example, a trial. Like in civil cases, a liability phase and a damages phase,”

“Good girl,” he removes your panties and rubs your clit with hard, slow circles.

“Bona Vacantia. Don’t overthink it, sugar. You know this one,”

There’s been plenty of times where you can’t remember this one for the sake of everything. You always got it wrong for some reason. But Tony rubbing your clit had helped you focus because you wanted to cum.

“Property that...,” you hesitate but he encourages you, “Property that belongs to no person and may be claimed by a finder,”

“That’s my smart girl,” you felt him thrust a finger in you and teased you and he continued looking through your book. 

“Tell me what certiorari means,” he began kissing and biting the inside of your thighs.

“To be in formed of,”

“Love it when you talk all legal to me,” he wraps his lips around your clit and you feel yourself fully relax as that’s what you’ve been waiting for. He was so good with his mouth it was unreal.

“Because you’re low key a criminal,” your tone was hushed but he still heard you and chuckled.

“De facto,” 

“As a matter of fact,” you didn’t miss a beat, that one was easy as fuck. 

And that’s how it went, he kept asking questions until he was deep inside you and had you writhing beneath him.

“Last one baby. What’s Voir Dire mean?,” he groaned as he snapped his hips. You had your head buried in his neck, moaning as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t wake your residents. You struggled to answer, not because you didn’t know the answer but because it felt like he was in your guts and the feeling was overwhelming you, “Come on, sugar. I know you know it,”

“The... the french phrase m-meaning..” you gasped as he snapped his hips particularly hard and bit your collarbone “Meaning.. to speak the truth,” 

“That’s it,” he praises and goes harder, making you wrap your legs around him tightly. 

“You’ll ace that exam tomorrow, baby,” he kisses you and encourages you to cum as he feels himself about to let go as well, “Cum for me, sugar,”

You bit his shoulder as you feel yourself cumming around him, trying hard not to moan out into the silent room.

“That’s right,” he whispers as he pulls out and cums on your stomach, using a small hand towel to clean you up. You see stars as you stare up at the ceiling.

“You’ll do great tomorrow. When has our method ever failed you?,”

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You were one of the few people in the class of a hundred something to absolutely and completely ace the exam, like Tony said. You rushed out of the building to find Tony waiting on the hood of his car for you. You ran to him with your scantron in your hand. 

“We did it! we did it!,” you showed him your scantron and he picked you up, spinning you around and planting kisses on your cheeks.

“You did it!,” he corrects as he puts you down. Everyone around stared at you two, they always do. It was because of Tony, everyone knew Tony, he was the boy genius. He first got here when he was 15 and was about to graduate while you were only a sophomore, despite being the same age. 

“But you helped!,” you wave the paper, “Without you, I would have bombed that exam,” you tell him as he leads you to your side of his expensive ass car. This thing was worth your tuition times like... three if not more than that, who knows, you weren’t a damn math major.

“Where we headed?,” you ask as he walks around to his side. The hood was down, the day was nice, he wanted to go for a drive.

“Our little spot by the creek. Want to treat this really smart girl who aced her extremely hard exam today,”

Your face gets hot as you look down at your scantron and smile at the big red numbers that read “100″, that exam was damn near two hundred questions and you and Tony barely went through half of the material last night, but you went through the ones you needed and that was enough.

“She’ll appreciate it,” you held his hand as the wind kissed your scalp and ran its fingers through your tight curls, “She loves the support system she has,”

He kissed your hand and looked at you over his sunglasses to wink at you, you gave him one right back. He turned up the radio and you two sang along to your song that just so happened to be playing at the perfect time.

---

Your dress was hiked up as Tony stood between your legs and fucked you on the hood of his car. You held onto his jacket as he held your legs under your knees and fucked you into oblivion. 

“You feel so good, Ant!,” you could finally be as loud as you wanted. Your spot at the creek was secluded and never got an visitors.

You two always did this after either of you did well on an exam. It honestly made you feel more special than any grade ever could. Tony made you feel things that no amount of perfect scores ever could, it wasn’t just the sex, it was so much more. It was your connection, your support and love for each other. 

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” he let you know. He hissed as you tightened around him, rubbing your clit fast as you felt in throb within you, “You feel so good, sugar,”

“Yeah?,” you ask, lifting his chin so he would make eye contact with you.

“Yeah,” he nodded feverishly, nails digging into your thighs

“Then cum with me, baby,” 

You saw his eyes roll in his head as you pull him close for a kiss. He released your legs and planted his palms against the hood of the car, the bright white standing out against your pale pink dress and beautiful brown skin. He went harder and you sucked his lip into your mouth, biting and sucking, making him grunt before pulling out to jerk himself off and rub your clit, making you two cum together. 

All that could be heard was you two panting and the rustling of the leaves. His head rested on your breast as he calmed himself, “I love you so much,” he mumbles.

“And I love you, Ant,” he sat up and smiled at you then looked at his wrist watch.

“We better clean up and get going. We have an RA huddle at 3,” 

You groaned, you hated those things. They were every month and was basically just the reiteration of shit you already knew. 

Tony got up and grabbed a pack of wipes and a plastic bag from the glove box. You two took a wipe to clean yourselves up before putting it in the plastic bag to tie it up and throw it in the backseat. 

You two got in the car and he started it, slowly pulling away from creek but not before grabbing your hand to plant another kiss on it and speeding away.

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“You all know what to do with items like candles, hot plates, alcohol bottles and what not, correct?,” your Residential Director asks the room full of RA’s

“Yes. We take a picture of the item, confiscate it then key into your office and leave it on your desk with a report that details what room we found it in, who lives in said room, what time it was and the name of the RA that confiscated the item and wait for you to give the report to the housing office. Once you receive the go ahead, you will notify us to add the resident to the billing list,” you tell her the steps of the whole process and she nods before moving onto the next subject. 

Tony had his head leaning against your shoulder as you listened to your RD, he was playing with his pencil, not paying a lick of attention. 

“Ant, you gotta listen,”

“Sugar, we know this shit already,” he groaned quietly. 

“Yeah, but you know how she is,”

He sighed in annoyance, knowing you were right. He set his pencil down and began paying attention but didn’t lift his head from your shoulder.

“Please, please, pleeaase, for the love of Pete, keep up with your residents and HSI’s. I’m quite tired of verifying these long billing lists because your residents didn’t pass their room inspections. I get it, it’s not your fault because you can’t make grown ass people clean up after themselves but their mommy isn’t here to do it for them. They’ll learn once those bills start racking up,” She shrugs nonchalantly and Tony chuckles, “Let them know that you’ll only be checking their living areas once a week on your designated inspection day, Monday- Thursday only because HSI billing lists are due every Friday at 11:59 p.m. Let them know they’re in control of the cleanliness of their living areas because if they fail, we don’t reinspect until that next week and failed HSI billings are $500,” 

Your RD does not play when it comes to her residential hall, and sometimes you wonder how you and Tony even got jobs as RA’s but you two bust your ass so you’re glad you can still cal yourself once.

Tony grabs your hand to run his thumb over the soft skin and you softly smile as you lean your head against his.

“You all have been doing well so far this semester. You all have another floor meeting coming soon. Let your residents know that midterms are coming up and they need to stay on top of everything because we don’t do a second chance program here like other universities if they get below a certain level. Let them know your office hours so they can come to you all for help if they need, or direct them to the tutoring labs because they need a 3.0 to stay on campus. If they drop below that mark they will be kicked off campus. No if, ands, or buts about it,” she turns off the powerpoint and stands before you in the main lounge of the resident hall and smiles at you all

“I’m proud of all your work. Your boards are due tomorrow at 11:59. Let’s keep the good work up and make this spring semester a good one, yeah?,”

“Yes ma’am,” you all answer and she finally lets you guys go. You collect your belongings and Tony leads you out the room, swinging your arm back and forth as he held your hand. 

“You wanna help me with my bulletin board? My topic is ‘the importance of being clean’ I have all the damn sports kids on this floor, they won’t know what clean is even if it hit them in the face” 

“At least yours isn’t the ‘side effects of sitting at your computer for too long’,” he rolls his eyes, “I got to put all these facts about eye strain and risks of carpal fucking tunnel and hemorrhoids and how you need to take a ten minute break for every hour you sit at the computer,” you two reach your room and he plops down on your mini couch, watching you pull out a bunch of construction paper and letter stencils.

“Fair enough,” he you hand him letter stencils and a big board, “Be a helpful fellow RA. Just trace the letters, here’s a lay out,” you hand him another paper so he knows what letters to cut out and how many. 

“Fine.. but you get to cut and paste the facts about hemorrhoids when we do my board,”

“That’s so gross!,” you scroll on your laptop as you sit at your desk and look for pictures to put up on your topic board in the hall.

“Remember, to take a break, sugar. We don’t want any problems with that sweet ass,” he chuckles to himself and you throw a pen at him which only causes him to laugh harder

“Not funny, Ant!,”

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“I thought we said no expensive dates this semester?,” you scolded him as he pulled up to the restaurant and just laughed at your reaction. He told you to get all dolled up because you two were taking a night out since neither of you were on duty. 

“Sugar, we say a lot of things like that but when do I ever listen to you?,” he winked at you and got out the car to go to your side and open the door for you, “Plus, you said the other day you were sick of the cafeteria food and wanted a taste of real food,” he shrugs.

“Ant!,” you slap his shoulder, “I was just talking out into the air. I didn’t even think you were listening because you were studying,” you widen your eyes at him

“You’re my little lady. Of course I’m always listening to you. Now come on, I’m starving,” he takes your hand and leads you into the fancy restaurant and telling the host his last name. The host lead you to an area outside under a pavilion with fairy lights.

“Anthony, this is too much!,” you hiss as he pulls out your chair for you.

“You’re so modest. It’s okay to admit you like it,”

“I absolutely love it! But you didn’t have to go all out like this,” you hold his hand from across the table. 

“Babe, it’s fine really. Now how about you pick up that menu and order something that will be nice to your stomach unlike the campus food,”

You laugh and shake your head at him, picking up the menu.

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You ordered something with lobster in it and whatever it was, it was heaven on a plate. Tony ordered something simple, something he could have gotten anywhere else, fucking spaghetti and meatballs. He claims no one else makes it like this place.

You drank your virgin mimosa as he drank his disgusting sparkling water.

“I don’t see how you drink that stuff. It tastes like TV static,” you frown over the rim of your cup.

He gave you a confused smile and continued drinking, “And I don’t see how you can drink that stuff. It tastes like influenza recovery, all that vitamin c is too much,” 

“Oh shut it,” you wave your hand at him and he just stares at you adoringly which, with anyone else, would make them feel great but you felt small when he looked at you like that. 

“Stop staring,” you whined, “You know I get insecure when people stare,”

“But why?,” he asks surprised as if he hadn’t heard it before. You two had been dating for two years of course he knew why, he just couldn’t understand why. He leaned forward on the table and looked you dead in your eyes.

“You are so beautiful, I can’t believe I get to call you my girlfriend,” he smiles but your frown just deepens.

“You?,” you softly lay your hands on the table, “C’mon man, you’re the Tony Stark. I’m the lucky one. The boy genius loves me. Like I get you’re so much more than that but going to the same University as you was so intimidating, it still is a little bit,” 

He takes both of your hands and squeezes them, “Yeah you see me as Tony Stark but I’ve always been more than that to you,” his thumbs run the backs of your hands and you get goosebumps, “You see me as so much more than the 15 year old who got accepted into a prestigious university and could have finished at 17 but decided to stay full term. You look past the money, the cars, the big vacation houses, and the labels. You love me for a deeper reason than what everyone wants to be friends with me for,” you see tears glisten in his arms and you awh at him.

“Don’t do that,” you pout, “Or else I’m gonna cry and it took a long time to make myself look this good,”

“You could cry it all off and I’d still find you gorgeous,”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and you try to hide your face.

“And you?,” he exasperates, “I never want to let you go. You’re so fucking kind and open-minded. You’re so intelligent and you never let anyone dumb you down. You’re an inspiration and don’t even know it,” 

You were about to scoff in his face until you see the look in his eyes. He was dead serious, there was no way he could lie about how he felt about you, it was raw and real and scared you almost because you never saw yourself as someone to be loved in such a way that Tony loves you but you embrace the feeling and it’s warm.

“Damn you, Stark,” you remove a hand from his grasp and wipe or eyes to keep your liner from running.

The waiter brings you the bill and you go to grab it only for Tony to grab it first and slid his card in it and writing the tip in, handing it back to the waiter whose eyes bulge at the tip before walking away.

“Why would you do that? We always split,” you raise a brow at him

“Stop questioning me and let me do me,” he straightens his tie and you can’t help but give a little laugh, “You can pay me back by doing my HSI’s,”

“Wow so that’s what we’re doing now? Blackmailing?,”

He smirked at you and shook is head-

“Not at all, sugar,”

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“I swear guys, it’s really not that hard to keep your rooms clean,” you sigh as you look across the room at your residents. It was your monthly floor meeting and Tony was there with you like always, “Some of you have already been fined more than three times already because you’ve failed room inspections. Do you guys know how much the fine is?,” you ask and it might as well be crickets in the room.

“I dunno like.. 50 bucks,” one of your residents shrugs his shoulders, he was the typical dumb ass football player. 

“Add 450 bucks to that and that’s your answer,” Tony speaks up and stops spinning in his chair to look at the guy.

“500 fucking bucks just for failing room inspections?!,” one of the softball players speaks up.

“It’s considered a safety hazard. Most of you live with a roommate and even if you live in a single, you still live in a suite with other people,” you rub your temples, “It’s really not that hard to clean up after yourselves. I mean seriously, we’re all adults. There is also a bathroom cleaning schedule on the bathroom doors. Each room in the suite is assigned to a different section of the bathroom every week, whether it be floors, mirrors and sinks, stalls, showers whatever, if it has your room letter by that section for the week, it is your responsibility to clean it. If everyone else in the suite cleans up and you miss your section, they pass, you fail, which is another fine of $500. So if you fail your room inspection and bathroom inspection, that’s already $1000 right there,”

This causes an uproar in the room and everyone is talking and you just roll your eyes, “I’ll wait. I talk over no one,” you pick up your phone and scroll through social media just waiting for them to finish. Tony just laughs and shakes his head at them

“You guys always complain you have shit to do but maybe if you shut your mouths and listen we can speed this process up,” Tony calls out. Everyone finally shuts their mouths as they look to him. You lock your phone and place it down and lean forward on the table.

“I’m really not understanding the upset. It’s simple. You clean up after yourselves, you don’t get fined. We aren’t your coaches, we aren’t your parents, we are not here to coddle you. We are here to do our job, if you have such a problem with that then go to the housing office to back out of your contract and move off campus,” you roll your eyes once again and Tony puts his arm around the back of your chair to scoot closer to you.

“Does he always have to be in here?,” one of the baseball players asks.

“I’m the SRA. I can be wherever I want, when I want and come and go as I please. Since it’s my job to look after the regular RA’s and all residents, I can oversee these meetings. Now how about you just shut that mouth and listen,”

“You clearly do more than look after her,”

“More than you can say about your girl, Tyler. Still with Izzy after she slept with your teammate or no?,” Tony places the pencil behind his ear and props his feet on the table that you two are sitting at in the front of the lounge. He has a smug grin and you can see Tyler’s face turn red under his caramel skin.

“Anthony,” you slapped his arm and scolded him but he just laughed as you went back to talking about the topics from your list.

“This is just a reiteration that items like candles, hot plates, blenders, boilers, those little George Foreman grills are prohibited and if they are found they will be confiscated and you will be fined,” 

Another wave of complaining flooded the room and Tony slammed his hands on the table, “What is up with you all and always complaining? Shut the hell up,” he groaned, “If you have that much of a problem with the rules, do as Y/N said and move off campus. Get one of those campus apartments down the street. Oh wait,” he taps his chin, “You can’t because you’re just freshmen and sophomores,” 

One of your residents is still complaining and you’ve had just about enough, “Sierra, please for the love of God be quiet. Your Bath and Body Works Japanese Cherry Blossom candle gives me a fucking headache and is played out anyway. Grow up,” 

Her jaw drops and you take a deep breath to calm yourself a bit.

“These rules were in the handbook you received before you even came here. If you’re returning sophomores I’m not sure why you’re acting so surprised. You know all of this. I did not make the rules, I just implement them because it’s my job to,”

You continue to talk about how midterms are coming up and how they need to stay on top of things to be able to be eligible to stay on campus. You talk about how if they miss a floor meeting, they will be fined, not as much but fined regardless. You answer a few questions and begin calling them up by suites to sign the floor meeting check in paper.

“And finally, suite 301,” you call out and the baseball suite comes up and Tyler is still scowling at Tony. They never liked each other anyway, Tony didn’t have a problem with the poor sophomore until he found him trying to hit on you. 

“You can frown like a three year old all you want. It won’t change anything,” Tony looked at him completely unamused and Tyler just signed his name practically throwing the pen at you in which Tony stood up and yanked him back by the collar of his baseball jersey. 

“How about we rewind and you hand her the pen before I throw you, yeah?,” Tony dragged him back to the front of the table and handed Tyler the pen so he can “try again”

Tyler huffs and hands you the pen which you softly take from him, “Remember, room checks are every Tuesday 6pm-8pm. If it’s not clean I won’t feel bad for failing you,”

He just walks out of the floor lounge and you paper clip all your papers and turn to Tony.

“Why did I let you talk me into applying for this job, babe? They’re absolutely insufferable,” you whine and rest your head on his shoulder which he kisses. 

“It will get better as you move up. As they get older the easier it will get,”

“You’re lucky you have all the older techy- sciency people. I bet you never hear a peep out of them,” you two walk back to your room and he climbs on your bed, kicking his shoes off, as you put the sign in sheet in a manila folder to place in your RD’s office.

“Only when they’re not fighting on whether Akali’s or Kai’Sa’s attacks are better,”

You turn around to frown at him and scrunch your face up in confusion, “Who?,”

Tony just waves his hand at you, “Gamer stuff,” he takes his shirt off and waves you over to him, “But like you said, they’re tech and science nerds so their rooms are also trash bins. With all that mellow yellow, cheese puffs and tissues littered everywhere covered in only God knows what,” 

You kick your shoes off as well and climb on your bed to straddle him, “And to think you want me to do your HSI’s this week. You set me up,” you slapped his chest, the spot turning red automatically. 

He hissed and turned you over, pinning you down under him, “Say sorry,” his nose was touching yours as he clenched his teeth.

“Make me,” you leaned forward and your lips touched his as you spoke.

“Oh we’re gonna play this game now? That’s cool,” 

He got off the bed to lock your door and jumped back on to remove your jeans. You didn’t even protest, you knew he’d win and you wanted him to win. You feel the material rub against your skin and the warm metal of the zipper tracks scratch your skin a bit. 

“Sugar, say sorry,” he didn’t even bother removing your panties, he had a thing for fucking you with them on and you just let him have his fun. He laid flat on his stomach and moved your panties to the side to lick a small circle around your clit.

“No,” you were still keeping up with this game and Tony had no problem with it. He kissed and nipped at your thighs and you tried to jerk away but he shook his head at you, eyes telling you to keep still. 

Once his entire mouth covered you, your hands tangled themselves in his hair as a default. His tongue was so warm and wet against you, your clit started throbbing for more and he knew that. It was almost like he could feel the little heart beat against the tip of his tongue. He takes his time, any other time it’s rushed and intense. But he makes sure to give your pussy all types of kisses and love. 

“Ant,” you whined quietly, and looked down at him to find he was already staring back up at you. He wanted you to apologize, it was just a small slap but he wanted you to apologize just to tease you, knowing you would playfully be stubborn which would turn into this exact situation.

“Look at you,” he pulled back, lips glistening and wet but eyes not moving from yours as his thumb swirled around your wet clit, he sucks his lip into his mouth and you just caress his cheek, adoring the view of him between your legs, “Maybe if you just say sorry I’ll let you cum,”

He pushes two fingers in and starts going at a fast pace. He moves to lay beside you, placing your leg over one of his as he whispers in your ear and finger fucking you, “Just say sorry like a good girl and I’ll let you cum, sugar,” 

He curls his fingers and you feel the pleasure spread down to your toes and you find yourself wrapping your arms around the one he was using on you and hid in his chest, trying your best not to be loud. 

“Ant, please,” your voice was muffled and he just smiled at you, moving his fingers harder then slowed them down again, teasing you and you knew he was doing that just so he could win, though he always won, you liked putting up a fight. The obscene squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you filled the room and could most likely be heard from the other side of the door, it was that loud and you were that wet.

“Go ahead, sugar. Say sorry,”

You dug your fingernails into his flesh and planted your feet onto the bed to get a better angle to be able to buck your hips up. Tony stopped his motions to watch you fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” you called out louder than intended but he didn’t protest.

“Go ahead and get yourself off on my fingers,” his voice had dropped as he spoke directly into your ear, “Thanks for apologizing,” his tone was teasing and instigating. He won and that’s all Tony ever wants when you play, he wanted to win.

“Babyyyy,” your nails dug deeper and he shushed you.

“Don’t be so loud, don’t wanna get interrupted before you even get a chance to cum, do you?,”

“Noooo,” you looked up from his chest to see him smiling down at you, fingers curling up, tapping your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back in your head. You heard a deep groan resonate within his chest and that’s your undoing. You hold onto his forearm and rode yourself on his fingers, finally cumming. Your mouth fell open, ready to moan out into the quiet room, until Tony stuck his tongue in your mouth, kissing you deep with you following along.

He feels his fingers become wetter from your cum and he kisses you harder. Fingers still moving within you to ride out your climax. You pull away from his lips with a gasp, his lips red and yours tingling, tongue savoring the taste of yourself as Tony stares down at you in adoration.

“You’re staring again,” you hide yourself in his chest again, while he’s still in you. 

“I’m not apologizing for staring at my girlfriend,” he moves back to be able to look at you once again, “Plus, you’re cute when you cum. I mean, you’re always cute but when you cum it’s a different kind of cute,” He finally pulls his fingers out and sucks them, making sure you’re looking him in his eyes as he does so.

He was so dirty, and you loved it. A perfect, educated young man to everyone else but you knew the real him. You pulled his fingers out his lips to kiss him once again.

“You’re lucky I like you enough to let you win,”

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“Want anything from the vending machine?,” Tony asks. It was a late night in the library and you two occupied a study room so you two could focus without being surrounded by the other loud students.

“Just a water and some Twizzlers if they have them. If not, cheez-its,” you spare him a glance and a kiss before he leaves and turned back to your delinquency control and prevention textbook. You sat quietly as you highlighted the important theories that your professor said to focus on and stressed in class.

He wasn’t gone for long and he came back with his arms almost full, mostly being snacks for him. He hands you a water and a pack of Twizzlers along with cheez-it.

“Babe, I said, either or,” you took a sip of the water,

“And I decided on either and or,” he sat back in his chair and opened a bag of chips, popping a few in his mouth and winking at you

“Thank you either way, Ant,” you kiss his cheek before sitting back and taking a break to munch on your snacks. You two were sitting in comfortable silence when he hands you your glasses case.

“I have my contacts in,” you point to your eyes. He sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah and you’re starting to blink a lot faster, meaning your eyes are getting dry. Meaning it’s time to take them out which means... put your damn glasses on,” he laughs at you while dusting off his hands and putting on hand sanitizer to take them out for you. You hated touching your own eyes and as backwards as it seems, you preferred Tony to do it. So every morning he would put them in for you and every night he would take them out. 

“I hate wearing them,” you mumbled. 

“If you don’t you know you’ll get a headache,” He stands over you and holds your eyes open as he takes them out one by one and adding a drop of eye drops to lubricate your eyes and placing your glasses on your face. You pushed them up on the bridge of your nose and Tony almost audibly cooed at how fucking cute that was. He throws your contacts away and sits back down beside you, rubbing you back of your neck to help you release some of the tension you hold there as you study.

“Let’s stay for another half hour and we turn in for the night, yeah?,” 

You wanted to protest, but you knew you two needed sleep. You had to wake up early as hell to do a lock out for a resident who locked his key in his room and Tony was woken up by a phone call to do a mediation for his residents who ended up fighting in the wee hours and woken up their suite-mates so you both had an early start to your day. 

“Okay sounds good,” you nod, biting a Twizzler and turning back to your book. Tony just watched you. He watched the way you swung the Twizzler around as you were deep into the context of your textbook. The way you swung your foot back and forth and played with your curls as you didn’t understand a theory and had to re read it a few times. 

Soon it was time to go back to the dorms and Tony helped you back your stuff up and piggybacked you to the car as you were tired and sleep finally started to hit you. He placed both of your belongs in the front seat and laid you down in the back seat, using the middle seat belt to strap you in. 

He never drove so carefully, avoiding all the potholes so you he wouldn’t wake you up, braking easily when he came up on a red light and left the radio off.

 When you were both back to the dorms he placed both of your bags on his shoulders and carried you bridal style. You easily curled up into him, knowing it was him. He swiped his ID to get into the building and no one asked questions as to why he was carrying you. You were his lady so it was to be expected, especially since you were asleep.

Even though you just lived on the third floor and usually take the stairs, he took the elevator for a smooth ride. He used his master key to get into your room, not wanting to wake you up to get your key out of your bag. He softly laid you on the bed and undressed you to get you dressed in your night clothes which was really just a pair of his gym shorts and band tee of his. He searched around in the dark for your bonnet, knowing if he turned on the light it would wake you up. He tiredly stumbled over your shoe and looked back to you in fear that the loud noise had woken you up, but when he found you still sleeping he continued his quest. He found it hanging in your top dresser drawer and kicked his shoes off to strip down to his briefs and crawl in bed with you. He had situated you by the wall, knowing you have a habit of falling off the bed and softly raised your head to place the bonnet completely on it and rested your head back on your pillow. 

He was glad you went with a bare face today or else it’d be hell trying to get the make up off without trying to wake you up. He removed your glasses, placing them on your desk and kissed your forehead and and pulled you close to him. You nuzzled into his neck and hummed. 

“Strain theory is the theory that states that social structures within society may pressure citizens to commit crime,” you mumble in your sleep and he tries not to laugh at how cute it was

“I love you so much,” he whispered as he leaned his cheek on yours, eyes finally fluttering closed as he embraced sleep.

“I love you more, Ant,”

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