#then like. the class will not be enjoyable. and will be stressful. but if you have a good teacher then it should be fine

[oflgtfol]

quastion. if you were a high schooler looking to take the least stressful lab science would you taking physics or chemistry

i think this is a simpler question of which do you enjoy more? for me i would choose physics over chemistry any day but that’s because i hate chemistry and so all chem labs i took were boring and stressful, and i love physics so the labs were fun and interesting

however if both subjects are equally uninteresting to you, then i do recommend physics! maybe i'm biased, but i think even personal interest aside, my high school chem labs were definitely more involved and complicated than my high school physics labs. physics experiments in lower level classes such as high school (and even introductory college physics to some extent) are pretty simple to set up and conduct, the main understanding comes from doing the math afterwards to get any sort of result out of it, whereas chem was more like, actually mixing stuff and then observing

not only were physics labs easier, simpler, and more engaging, but each lab also was unique and distinct from each other. i really can only recall the same basic setup of like, mixing stuff together as the idea behind every single chem lab i did. the exact way you mixed them together differed of course but that was the main idea

meanwhile some examples of physics labs i recall from high school include:

projectile motion: most likely you will roll a marble down a ramp off the edge of the lab table, measure the horizontal and vertical distances it traveled, maybe time it also or use a photogate to measure the velocity, or something, and then use the kinematic equations to find any missing variables, and then through all that you will probably be to told to find the value of g, what is known as the acceleration due to gravity, aka the rate at which things fall.

circular motion: you may be using a FLYING PIG to demonstrate circular motion!!! figuring out the tension in the string, the idea of centripetal force, centripetal acceleration, rates of revolution, etc.

harmonic motion: push some slinkies around, demonstrate hooke's law and spring force, calculation of frequency and oscillation, maybe observing resonant frequencies and resonant modes

standing waves: using some sort of low tech version of a standing wave generator to observe, well, standing waves. the high school version of this lab i believe was very surface level and was mostly just drawing how different standing waves looked, counting the nodes and antinodes, and predicting it for different frequencies. i think the teacher even got us a giant rope and we had to recreate the lower frequency standing waves together as a class by just oscillating it ourselves

all around, in my experience at least, high school physics labs are so much more involved and engaging than chem ever was. and while the math involved in the physics class was more daunting than chem, it was such a fun and interactive class. and again i may be biased but i think, if both chem and physics are uninteresting to you but you need to choose one anyway, i think having a basic background in physics is a lot more useful and goes a lot further than a basic background in chem does. i truly believe that knowing stuff about the kinematic equations, circular motion, free body diagrams, harmonic motion, etc etc will enrich your life further and change the way you see the world around you. high school physics will not make you an expert but it can certainly make observing patterns in life and how the natural world operates a lot more fun and exciting

[purinfelix]

you're here, that's the thing ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - franco colapinto

summary: your boyfriend tries his best to make your schedules, as a racer and student, work - even when miles apart w/c: 900

a/n: it's finals season for me and i needed to write something self-indulgent as a break from cramming forgive me 🙏

Being a full-time student was one thing, but being a full-time student in a relationship with an extremely clingy boyfriend, who also happened to be travelling the world to race in Formula One, was a whole other challenge.

You and Franco had had some time to adjust to a long-distance relationship since you started dating, having such different lives, and managed to make it work for the most part. But now, with him having to wholly commit to his racing and finals season rolling around for you, it put a strain on your relationship that neither of you was ready for.

It was a strange paradox - the less free time you had outside of classes and studying, the less you were able to spend talking to him, and the more you wanted just to drop everything and fly to where he was. Your morning texts and voice message updates stopped being enough, and before you knew it you struggled to go longer than an hour studying without sending your boyfriend a message to whine and complain.

You were fully aware of how immature and irresponsible this was, but this awareness did little to stop you. And it didn't exactly help that Franco seemed to share the same sentiment, telling you again and again how hard it was for him as well, how racing seemed almost impossible without you there to cheer him on. It hurt, but the two of you just had to do everything you could to get through it - for you to focus on your studies and for him to try his best at racing.

All this came to a head one Sunday though, the afternoon before one of your final exams and - because of the time difference - the night before Franco's next race. Sitting in your dorm alone, surrounded by piles of textbooks, notes and scattered pens you felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability and before you knew it you were reaching for your phone.

"Can you call?" you typed quickly to your boyfriend, your eyes lighting up upon seeing the three dots begin moving almost instantly.

"My gosh, I was just going to ask you the same thing," he replied, and before you knew it your phone was springing to life with a call from him. Clicking accept, you couldn't help but smile widely at the sight of his face.

"Hi," you say, almost shyly.

"Hi baby, how are you?"

"Good," you pause, "stressed."

He nods understandingly, "You're holding up okay, hm? Taking care of yourself?"

"Of course, Franco," you laugh at his almost motherly concern, "and you?"

"Nervous, of course."

"Well, that makes two of us." You pause after speaking, for some reason this call is turning out less enjoyable and more awkward than you hoped.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired," you hear your boyfriend say and when you look up you can definitely see it, his eyelids half closing over deep, dark circles under them.

"Do you want to sleep? I have to study anyways."

You watch as he chews his bottom lip, thinking of what to say though once he finally talks his voice is small, almost like a confession. "But I wanted to talk to you."

"We are talking Franco, and we can talk tomorrow once you rest."

This doesn't seem to quell his worries though, his brows still knitted in thought. "I just feel so useless knowing that you're struggling and stressed and I can't even keep you company like I normally do."

You nod sympathetically until an idea pops into your head. "We can keep the call on, carry me over to your bed - you'll sleep and I'll study."

Even through the fatigue pulling him down, Franco nods enthusiastically, doing as you say. You watch him sink into the plush white bedsheets of whatever hotel he's in, and whilst you feel a little jealous at his ability to rest right now, you turn back to your desk and start pulling out your notes.

"You'll be okay," you hear him mumble.

"What do you mean?"

"With your exams," he smiles sleepily, eyes flitting as he watches you pick up your highlighters and pens, "you're the smartest person I know."

"I don't know how much that's saying, you didn't even finish high school baby."

"Hey! I was trying to be nice," he says, feigning offence though there's a soft smile across his face.

"You're right, I'm sorry," you laugh, "you'll be okay as well, with your race tomorrow."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

"I wish you were here," he sighs, looking at you earnestly and all you can do is give him a nod in agreement.

"But for now," you wave your pen to hint at the fact that you need to get back to cramming and he seems to get the hint.

"Right, right, you won't even know I'm here," he assures you.

And despite that, the entire night passes without you once forgetting it. Not that he's distracting or anything, in fact he falls asleep mere minutes after telling you that - leaving you to work peacefully for the rest of the night. Instead, his presence, even as he sleeps, even through a screen and halfway across the world, is enough. You find yourself smiling as you study because maybe having a long-distance boyfriend, even one as clingy as Franco, has been a blessing in disguise all this time.

[catullansparrowlet]

Some say not needing human interaction every day is character flaw, that it means one is broken and in desperate need of fixing.

I consider myself at my healthiest and happiest when I'm not constantly stressed and frustrated by daily "What's up?"s I need to keep up with. I like my friends, sure, but I prefer them with a little distance between us.

[blegh-110]

i. "i was enchanted to meet you" | Sam Monroe

Pairing: older brother's bestfriend!Sam x fem!reader

Summary: Older brother’s best friend! Sam Monroe who you really got to know when you were 15 and he was 17.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This is chapter II of this series where I am using songs from Speak Now, enjoy!

Your sophomore year of high school was great.

One reason being that you had finally made a friend who was in three of your classes; geometry, honors english, and P.E.. 

The second reason being that Sam was in your very last class of the day, introduction to art. 

Neither of you were artists, or even good drawers. But that was what made your time together so fun. There wasn’t a day that went by where you two didn’t make fun of each other’s drawings. 

“Sam! It’s supposed to be an orange!” You laughed with tears in your eyes as you stared at your poorly done drawing of a peeled orange half. 

“(Y/N), it looks like a vagina.” He covered his mouth with his hand as he tried, very badly, to hide his laughter. 

And because of your constant noise-making, and talking, and interruptions, the teacher decided to move Sam across the room. But that had made it almost worse. You couldn’t even look at him from your seat because the situation was just too funny, you would have to look away before you’d burst out laughing. And as soon as class was dismissed and the two of you would leave the classroom, there was nothing holding back the bottled up amusement anymore and you both would walk out of school with tears in your eyes. 

It all happened so often that you didn’t want to stop your enjoyment and go home. And neither did Sam, you guessed. Instead of leaving you and driving back to his own house, he began driving you home and dropping you off. Which then turned to driving you home and hanging around the house after you bravely asked if he wanted to come inside for a little bit. And it got to the point where he automatically turned his car off when he parked on the street, having already set his mind on spending more time with you. But this didn’t happen every single day. 

There were times when you had to send him home. It wasn’t for anything serious, in fact, you wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him. But there were days where you had a big test coming up or tons of homework to finish or an essay due the next day, and you knew you would get none of it done if Sam was in the house. 

“Sam, get out!” You giggled as you lightly pushed him to the front door, your fingertips burning at the touch of his back.

“Alright, fine. But what am I supposed to do?” 

“I don’t know, go hang out with your other friend?” You clearly hinted at your older brother, ready to close the door and start your essay that was due the next day. It was your fault really. You had a whole week to finish it, but you kept pushing it aside because you wanted to be with Sam instead. So your whole school day was spent outlining and finding evidence with any spare time you had, and just generally stressing out. 

“He’s at football practice though.”

“Then just watch.”

“But it’s boring.”  

You gave him a pointed look. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said while leaning in for a hug then leaving.

One thing you quickly learned about Sam was that he was actually quite attentive and affectionate. He always knew when an exam was coming up for you because of the way you became less talkative and more isolated as the date got closer. He didn’t want to bring that observation up to you though because what would that do? So he did the best he could to make those few days just a little bit better for you. Which included buying you study snacks on your way home, keeping quiet in your art class and instead listening to music together, and sometimes helping you study if you let him. You didn’t notice it at first, too caught up with the thought that you might fail the exam. But when you did eventually catch on you somehow fell even more in love with Sam. 

And the one thing about him that made it harder to breathe was his need for physical touch. Whenever he saw you at school he was quick to leave his friends and greet you with a hug and ask how you’re doing. In your shared art class he was always shoulder to shoulder with you. If he thought you were too far from him, he’d hook his fingers underneath your seat and pull your chair right to him. When the two of you would walk home, his arm would always wrap around your shoulder and pull you close to him. If he saw you walking to class he was happy to take your books and walk you there with a hand on your back. And when it was just the two of you at your house watching a movie, he’d lean his entire body on yours and take a nap. 

You wanted so badly to return those affections. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, you wanted to match his excitement when he saw you in the halls, but it felt impossible for you. And you knew that Sam wouldn't mind, but you just weren’t very good at showing affection the way he did. 

You also learned that he was a bit… possessive and protective of his stuff. He was asked a few times by other students if they could borrow his drawing supplies, or even the brushes provided by the classroom, and he always, meanly, said no. Or when you constantly witnessed him smack your brother's hand away from his bag of chips. 

“Sam, c’mon, I didn’t eat anything for breakfast and I didn’t bring my lunch!” Your brother exclaimed while trying again to steal Sam’s food.

“Get away from me.” He grumbled with smiley fries in his mouth,  

“You’re never this way with my sister.” 

Which was true. He was always sharing his stuff with you. Whether it was food or letting you keep his pencil because you couldn’t find your own, and it was always the pink Paper Mate ones. He was also always offering or making you take some of whatever snack he had. 

“Here, have it.” And he gave you the last oreos he had bought from the cafeteria. 

And there was a time when you were paired up for a project with the boy who took you to the dance in your eighth grade year, the one who you let copy your homework. When you first heard your name with his own you wanted the ground to swallow you, but then he surprisingly brought the whole situation up and apologized for it. And you couldn’t hold a grudge if you wanted to, it happened two years ago and he seemed good now. So you forgave and forgot and the two of you planned to get the assignment started during lunch in the library. Unfortunately, Sam wasn’t as forgiving as you were.

“Didn’t he make you cry? Why don’t you tell the teacher you just don’t want to be partners with him?” He asked while opening his car door for you. 

“Sam, it’s okay! He said he was sorry and it’s not like I’m hanging out with him.” He scoffed at the last part then closed it after you had gotten in. 

“You better not because I’m not over it.”

“Did he take you to the dance?”

“No, but I was the one who saw how upset you were. Hated seeing you like that. I just don’t want him to think that this could be a second chance or something.”

“I appreciate your concern, I really do. But it’s not going beyond a school project, I promise.”

“Okay, but if he tries something, you tell me first.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and nodded your head. You didn’t dare tell him but you felt more than just appreciative, you felt cherished and looked after when he got this way, which wasn’t the first time. And each talk left you wanting him even more. 

And the last bit of his personality that you learned was his introvertness, which again, surprised you. Especially since your brother was actually a pretty sociable person. Like you, Sam was not one to see a large crowd and want to partake in it. The only difference between the two of you was that when you were put in a situation where you were surrounded by a lot of people, your heart would quicken and your hands would get sweaty. You were nervous to talk to other people and felt like you had to. But with Sam, he simply didn’t care to talk to them, he didn’t want to and he made that very clear. 

“Fuck that.” He said when the both of you saw that the school Market was taking place in the courtyard. The market took place for a week, and it was where students sold their own goods. You made the mistake your freshman year of trying to walk through it and go home, but you were always stopped by another student trying to sell you something, whether it was a sticker or their homemade soap, and it was a nightmare. 

There was one time you accidentally got caught up with one of them and they just wouldn’t let you leave. They were selling some homemade body care products, soaps and bath bombs, and you gave every excuse you could to nicely shut them down.

“I don’t have enough money.”

“I really have to get home.”

“I’m not really a bath bomb person.”

“That’s okay! We’ve got lip scrubs! Here, smell these.” Then they proceeded to shove different products in your face while telling you their prices. And while giving a tight lipped smile, you felt a hand wrap around your own. You didn’t have to look to know it was Sam, thank god. 

“Hi, would you like t-”

“Nope.” And he walked away with your hand in his, telling his fellow classmates to “fuck off” as he continued to walk through the market. It felt so natural, like it was supposed to be this way. You’d never felt so comfortable with Sam like this. Before, you were always too overwhelmed by his presence and your own feelings that it became too much. But there you were, holding his hand until the two of you got to his car. 

And it all went away when he graduated. It was a terrible night for you to watch him be handed his diploma, an official sign that the friendship you had built with him was over. You were proud of him, there was no doubt about that. But as soon as the graduating class threw their hats in the air you had to bite your lip to keep your cries from coming out. There was a hollowness in your heart that swallowed any emotion you could feel. 

When the ceremony was over and you and your family went down to the field, he ran right to you and gave you a soul crushing embrace. One where it lifted you off the ground and you had to wrap your arms around him. His graduation gown burned against your cheek. It was a bitter-sweet moment. 

When you got home after a celebration dinner for your brother, you thought about your times with Sam and cried the entire night, wishing you had never met him in the first place so you could save yourself from your heartbreak.

[fallingdownhell]

Love your workkk!! ❤️❤️can i get an hc on fem reader taking off their coat revealing toned muscles and abs right before sparring and how childe alhaitham kazuha diluc kaveh will react? Mostly sfw but slight nsfw is okay

Thank you<3 And sure, hope this turned out like you imagined it. Characters Included: Childe; Alhaitham; Kazuha Content: female reader; pre relationship; they are basically simping over you(r form) Word count: 1,1k words

Hope you guys have fun with this one<3

Childe

as our resident fighting maniac, it's no wonder that Childe wants to test and experience the capabilities of any and all agents that get assigned under his command

working under a Harbinger is a great honor, and it helps that Tartaglia seems far more approachable and reasonable than all the others

though you have been warned about his preference for fighting, you still didn't expect him to just straight up demand a sparring fight with you on your first day of duty

you tried giving every excuse in the book, but he kept insisting and in the end, you neither had the energy nor the nerves to deny him any longer

Childe was beaming with excitement on the way to the training grounds, immediately ridding himself of his weapons and getting in the ring, waiting for you to join him

"Come on, it's just a little spar. Nothing too serious~" he continues to coax you with a smirk

you sigh, as you go to take of your coat and other clothing that would just hinder you during the fight, placing your choice of weapon right next to them

when you look up again, you notice Childe staring at you

more specifically, at the muscles that protrude from your upper arms

they weren't really noticable under your clothes before, but it was clear evidence that you did not slack on your training. And now it seemed like Childe was hypnotized by them

in fact, his eyes lit up as he took in your well trained form, no longer hidden under your choice of clothes

the smirk returns to his face and he looks you in the eyes, excited for the, without a doubt, very enjoyable spar that's about to take place

Alhaitham

Alhaitham and you have been well acquainted for a few years now

it's like a sort of friendship that has formed between you two due to circumstances aligning, and after all those years, the friendship has still survived

it's not like you guys were together every single day, it's more like the occaisonal hangout once every (other) week, catching up with each other again, before going back to your own lives again. Then rinse and repeat

you are both aware of each others occupation and hobbies. Like, you knew that Alhaitham was currently under a lot of stress due to temporarily being promoted to Acting Grande Sage, and he likes to read during his free time

as for him, he was aware of your hobby with self defense fighting styles, and that you were teaching some classes from time to time

however, it seems that it never occured to him that thanks to your hobby, you would logically also acquire a figure that would prove that visually

so, when for one of your meet ups, you asked him to meet you at your current training spot, he thought nothing too much of it, making his way there after he was done with all his other responsibilities

when he arrived, you were still invested in your training, and since he didn't want to interrupt you, he planned on sitting down and reading his book while waiting for you

that was his plan... until he snatched a glance at you

seeing you in your work out clothes, toned abs clearly visible now in the daylight, something in him froze up, not letting him take his eyes away from you anymore

he was mesmerized by your form, how your body looked and how well trained and fit you seemed to be. In this moment, he felt like a fool for never realizing what such intense training would do to ones body

and he had to admit... he definitely liked what he saw

after your training was done, he would act respectful and not comment about it, stating that he didn't mind waiting for you. But that doesn't mean that he's not still thinking about what he's seen today..

Kazuha

you haven't really known Kazuha for too long, but you've grown to really like the wandering samurai a lot

his calm, collected way of speaking, along with his kind personality was a breath of fresh air to you, one that you really desperately needed

you enjoyed the time you spend with him, sitting around or walking through Liyue Harbor, listening to the storys he tells you about his travels. You always listen very closely to everything, soaking his storys up

on the other hand, Kazuha really enjoys sharing his experiences with you. He adores the excited glint in your eyes and how you focus on each word that leaves his lips

the more you two got to know each other, the more time you spent together. You began wandering around Liyue, outside the city, exploring the nature and wildlife together

often times, Kazuha would pick you up early in the morning, spending the day hiking up mountains with you, finding a beautiful spot where you can rest and just look up to the sky together

and although this is all nice and everything, that doesn't mean it can't get dangerous along the way

this time, on your way back down from a mountain, you guys got attacked by a swarm of Hilichurls. They got you cornered and surrounded, but Kazuha and you were quick to pull your weapons and fight yourself a way out

though Kazuha's fighting style was much more elegant than yours in your personal opinion, that doesn't neglect the fact that you were very well adapted with your own weapon of choice

however, in the midst of the battle, one of the monsters got a grip of you. You had to sacrifice your favourite coat to it, in order to not get hit by it, but you took it down swiftly afterwards. However, the coat was ruinied

when everything was over and Kazuha went to check up on you, he noticed that your coat was gone, and admittedly, he couldn't help the way his eyes were wandering over your body

he had never seen you without a coat on, seeing as you were always meeting up outside and it was late fall already. And since you were mostly wearing clothes that were on the baggier side, he never would have thought that you had such a well trained body shape

his eyes kept wandering, completely oblivious to the fact that he was staring at you

when you cleared your throat, he snapped out of his trance, focusing back on you, though a blush from the embarrassement of getting caught was evident on his face

"I'm sorry for staring. I just wasn't expecting you to look this stunning under the layers you usually wear."

yeah.. he really has his way with words.

[fatuismooches]

bene quiescam, dilecte mi.

synopsis: Exams are any student’s nightmare, and that too applies to even Zandik sometimes (although to quite a lesser extent, perhaps it'd be more accurate to call it an annoyance.) As any good partner does, you do your best to relieve his stress, but this time he takes things into his own hands.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: This is a commissioned work! A cute lil fluffy scenario with Dottie getting stressed from exams and dragging Reader away for cuddles was requested. I hope you enjoy!

Exam season at the Akademiya was not for the weak.

The House of Daena was always occupied even until ungodly hours, the libraries were full yet so quiet, and other spots were filled by students who had their coffee refilled far too many times. Classrooms were overtaken by study groups and the chalkboards were filled to the brim by sleep-deprived scholars. All-nighters were frequent for many students. Seniors could often be seen trying to comfort their younger classmates. Conversations consisted of a variety of feelings, from confidence to anxiety (mostly the latter.) The sight was something that simultaneously comforted you and scared you a bit, knowing everyone else was in the same boat as you.

Ever since you met Zandik, however, you could say your studying experience was probably different from the other students. Of course, there was still the stress that came with it, but studying with Zandik was definitely more enjoyable than doing it by yourself, especially when you had the very special privilege of being his beloved. His brilliance always shined through, even when he acted all grumpy about helping you and explaining concepts again. You gave him a kiss every time, which he clicked his tongue at and excused himself to refill his coffee. Indeed, it was moments like these that made studying better.

Zandik, on the other hand, was never one to worry much, which was a stark difference compared to other students and yourself. You were always a bit jealous at how unworried he was. Often, he didn’t even need to study too much, spending his time doing his own research as he usually did. You supposed it was to be expected considering how intelligent he was, but still.

However, this time, you had seen Zandik in a state you’d never seen him in before. Alright, that statement seemed a bit dramatic, but it was still true - you’d never seen him study to this extent (although it was still a lot less than what other students did.) The situation he had found himself in was due to a couple of reasons.

Firstly, he had decided to sign up for a class that had a terrible professor, despite your pleading for him to listen to the poor reviews of the teacher and just take the class with someone else next semester. His logic was that all the professors disliked him anyway, so it wasn’t a problem (which turned out to be the opposite, of course.) Not to mention, the class was writing-intensive. Zandik wasn’t a bad writer especially if he was excited about a topic. But his thoughts tended to be scattered as he wrote what came to mind, and the professor was quite strict and demanding for a particular writing style. (There was also the fact that quite a few of his papers were written by you, as he wasn’t interested in wasting precious time on such things… no one knew that though.) You couldn’t forget the numerous group projects too - Zandik only ever got a good grade on those if you were his partner. 

All in all, the situation wasn’t ideal. This final exam was pretty important for your lover. Thankfully, you had already finished all your exams and could bask in the softness of your bed for hours, but that was also coupled with witnessing Zandik being glued to his desk all day and night, preferring to stay in the dorm to study. It was a good thing you stocked up on pens and pencils - he had already broken at least a dozen…

For as long as you knew him, you had slowly tried to introduce him to the concept of a break, which… wasn’t really that successful despite the years you spent with him. And it certainly wasn’t successful now. You had pushed and pushed him to relax for a bit but there were times even you couldn’t convince him, Zandik being the stubborn scholar he was. At least he was making time to eat the snacks you prepared for him. Probably only because he couldn’t physically continue without some substance in his body.

So for now, you had settled with taking care of the other chores and working on his research in his stead to ease his burden. You weren’t really put off much by his actions, at least not when you’ve been with him this long. His exam would be over rather soon anyway, and things would be back to normal.

Zandik, on the other hand, was also coping fairly well. He was a bit annoyed at the fact so much time was spent on this class, but he supposed it was to be expected considering the kind of nonsense that was demanded at the Akademiya. Something that he was not coping well with, however, was the lack of touch he’d received from you lately.

He had always been used to being by himself, the touch of others making his skin crawl. When he met you, he initially thought your kindness and fleeting touches were incessant. Now, Zandik itched for them, although he very much refused to admit that to himself.

Still, how does he get you to throw your arms over him and nag at him to come to bed? How does he get you to touch and kiss him? How does he get you to pull at his waist and tug him out the door for some fresh air? Obviously, asking you was out of the question. He wasn’t going to deal with your teasing right now. He could subtly drop some hints, but you had been pretty dense these last couple of days.

Perhaps he should take a page out of your book and simply take what he wanted. It could be a good plan - you usually listened to him as long as there was affection involved. So that was what Zandik did as soon as you reached back to the dorm.

“Zandik, I got your favorite from the tavern. I’ll just put it away for- oh. You’re actually out of that chair for once! That’s a surprise- ah, h-hey! What are you doing?” It hadn’t even been a minute before you were suddenly being dragged by your partner to the bed. What was his reasoning for this, you wondered.

“You’re tired.” …Well, that was unexpected.

“I’m tired? Me?” 

“Yes. The bags under your eyes are still there and I can hear you yawning from the kitchen.” You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked at him when you realized he was still touching you. Well, clinging would be a better word, from the way his fingers still dug into your arms. And then, everything clicked as you realized the true reason behind this little show. Of course, you’d play along if that was what your beloved desired.

“…Yeah, I am pretty tired, actually. I guess finals took a lot out of me.” It was a convincing lie since it was partially true - you were still pretty exhausted from all of that studying.

“Exactly. So-”

“So I should get some rest before I end up causing you trouble, yes yes, I know Zandik.” You finished his sentence to spare him any further embarrassment, along with then tugging on his arm to pull him further into the bed with you. “And since you’re already here, you should just stay with me. Just so I can get the best rest I possibly can,” you smiled at him, giggling at his seemingly annoyed expression. 

“I still have work to do. I have not finished reviewing chapter 27 yet,” he grumbled, and yet he made no effort to remove himself from your embrace. You took it as a sign to bring him even closer to you.

“You’ve already done more than enough. You’re going to top the class like you usually do. There’s no need to worry so much,” you said as you placed a kiss on top of his head, reveling in the soft blue fluff that greeted you.

“I don’t need you to give me a pep talk. And I am not worried,” Zandik said as if he wasn’t snuggling closer to your neck, teeth about to graze your skin.

“I’m not doing that! I’m just… you know, it doesn’t matter. Just think about all the fun things we’re going to do after! All the ruins we’re going to secretly explore and the machines we’ll dissect! That’s what I do to motivate me when I’m studying.” You didn’t mention how you were looking forward to holding him hostage in bed in the mornings.

“You motivate yourself by thinking of all the work you’re going to do with me?” Your lover sounded simultaneously confused and amused as he began to nibble along your shoulder. You think the biting was a sort of stress relief for Zandik, for some odd reason. But such things didn’t bother you in the slightest anymore.

“Yes, but not because it’s work. It’s because I get to spend time doing things I’m interested in with a cutie as well. It’s a pretty good deal if you ask me,” you couldn’t help but tease him as he scoffed at your flirting, but his demeanor already seemed lighter than the past few days.

“I don’t remember this enthusiasm on the last expedition we went on,” he responded, finally nipping your skin, and moving upward to your ear.

“Alright, now that's a different story… you made me carry a bunch of things in the desert!” You laughed, the banter lifting your mood. It always felt good to have a normal conversation with your lover, especially after such a stressful week. As much as you wanted to continue talking, you also wanted to seize the opportunity to add a few hours to Zandik’s sleep schedule. You wrapped your arms around him a bit tighter as you yawned.

“But I am rather tired, as you said. I think it’s time for some sleep, wouldn’t you say?” At your words, Zandik began to try and shift out of your arms, but to no avail. Whether your arms were that strong, or Zandik was faking his protest, well, who could say?

“Nuh-uh. You already said you’d stay and rest with me,” you smiled as you reached over to turn off the lights, only the light from outside illuminating the dark room now.

“I promised no such thing. You’re the one who assumed that,” he mumbled, the heaviness of his body becoming much more noticeable to him now that he had entered a relaxed mood. 

“Yes yes, it’s all my fault you can’t pull an all-nighter today,” you rolled your eyes in amusement as you pulled the blanket over you two. “Just get some shut-eye, I’m sure you’ll need it for tomorrow’s one. Okay, Zandik?” Your voice had become softer, and the only response you got from your partner was a series of reluctant grumbles, which you grinned at. 

“Good,” you whispered as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Rest well, my beloved.”

[solaarbeeam]

HIGHER — midoriya i. x black fem reader

syn — reader is a hair stylist, how does this play into your relationship with midoriya?

type — headcanons

a/n:: aaaaaaa curly hair midoriya brainrot thoughts have struck once more. for small context, mido has 3c/4a hair

He will never wash his hair again unless you’re the one who’s doing it.

Your hands just feel a certain type of way, that makes his scalp feel good and makes him feel better about his hair in general.

Now, if we’re going to be honest, this boy doesn’t know how to properly take care of his hair. Not even just because of hero course stress, but because he never really learned.

He meets you, and is immediately embarrassed about his lack of hair care. How has he never paid attention?

His hair is absolutely dehydrated, his shit is DRY I’m sorry.

Now, let it be known that you attend the Business Course at UA, so you see him quite often with his class after training.

He’s enamored by your hair. It looks so beautiful, he wants to touch it sometimes but he knows you’d be upset if he did and that’s the very last thing he wants.

Shared wash days!! Wash Days are annoying but when the two of you are together, it’s not that bad. It’s enjoyable even.

Poor boy almost rips out his hair with the wide tooth comb, please help him :(

You do teach him how to properly take care of his hair though. He brings out his notebook and starts taking notes and everything, he’s so cute.

You try your best to find products with scents that fit him and ones with scents that he likes. Trust and believe he has bottles of oils, conditioners, shampoo, hair masks, you name it? He’s got it, most are from you.

Likes to help out with styles you do with your hair, but he’s often scared to do it because his hands aren’t as steady as yours and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

Mina is absolutely jealous by the way. She wants good products like that too!

At this point, you’re an honorary member of Class 1-A with how much he talks about you and how much you’re around. You’re in the groupchat and everything.

He teaches you hand to hand combat sometimes as a way to repay you for helping him with his hair.

You two are like, that one couple that people think are just made for each other.

When I tell you, the both of you smell so good together. Of course, you both smell good individually, but together? It’s almost heavenly.

Wears matching bonnets with you.

Pays for your hair when you want to get it done if he has the cash.

When he becomes the #1 hero, he absolutely models for your hair care lines. He did it when the two of you were UA students as well.

Kisses your hands after you finish helping him wash his hair.

Please tell him he did a good job when he kept up with the routine when you were gone for a while. He was so proud of himself.

All in all, this greenie loves you with everything he has in him, and thanks you all the time with tears for all you do for him.

© solaarbeeam 2024.

[uslv]

Just Met

Cillian Murphy × reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝖠/𝖭: 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 :𝗉

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The music shooke the floor as you sat drinking your piña colada next to Charlotte.

"Okay so, yknow Allison? That girl that goes to drama school with me. So, last class we were chatting and a couple of her friends came by, we talked a bit yknow and we were on the topic of hooking up, so Alison looks at me and says 'Garyyy' in like a teasing manor. And I got mad of course, I mean I talked to her how I was so mad at him and how he's such a derp and now she's telling her friends about him?! I told her off and she was like 'oh my goddd you are soooo over exadurating it' like bitch?!"

"That is really messed up" you said as you took another sip of your piña colada.

"But you had it coming with Gary" you said as you gulped "I mean, his name is Gary what did you expect?" You followed up.

"I knowww, I just, I like yknow those shy ugly guysss." She groaned throwing her head back.

"You should really call that guy from the other night." Charlotte yelled waving her drink at me, just as the music got louder.

"Oh nooo, he's kind of weirdddd. He's more you're type than mine." You yelled to her.

"Ugh why is the music here so louuudddd." Charlotte groaned.

"Tell me about it." You rolled your eyes.

"We should sit at the bar, it's probably quiter than here on the couch." You suggested to her.

She furrowed her eyebrows at you. You put your mouth to her ear.

"I said let's go sit at the bar, it's probably quieter than here on the couch." You yelled in her ear, she pulled back and nodded.

You start walking thru the crowd covering your drinks with your hands. You managed to pull through and it was already so much quieter. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Ugh, so much better." You said as you sat down on one of the bar chairs. "I usually like loud music but that's just too much." She said as she took a sip.

"Ruins the enjoyment." You shrugged.

"I kind of need to piss." Charlotte said with a slight frown.

"You don't say that." You chuckle.

"Oh who cares," she said as she slid off the chair.

She handed you her drink as she took her bag with her to the bathroom.

"Don't leave, keep my drink healthy." She said pointing her finger at you. You just chuckle and roll your eyes.

She acted like it was your first time.

Your foot waved in the rythem of the music, they were playing Freed from desire, so you occasionally sung along. You circled the drink in your hand as you took another sip.

A man one chair next to you sat down. He looked stressed. He was wearing a white buten up, which was now loosend up with a loose tie around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up too. He was an conventionally attractive man, he had good cheekbones and a jawline that makes you jealous. He just looked like a doll.

He ordered an whiskey as the bar tender poured it in and gave it to him. He gulped it down immediately giving the bar tender the glass for another. The bar tender pursed his lips as he poured him another drink. He took the glass of whiskey in his hand and circled it around, watching the liquid in it move around just before he gulped that one as well.

"Are you alright?" You chuckle asking him. He turns to you hesitantly.

"Yea..." he nodded.

"You don't look alright" you cheekly smile at him.

"Uhm, it s just, my ex wife. She's a bad woman." He said playing with the glass. You furrow your eyebrows.

"Did she cheat on you?" You exclaimed in shock.

"Well, yea, a couple of months back. But she's just a bad woman all together." He furrows his eyebrows getting lost in his own thought.

He continued with slight panic in his eyes"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you this-"

"No its alright, my friend always talks to me about her problems so I'm basically her therapist now." You chuckle as you took a sip of your cocktail. A slight chuckle exited his mouth.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows, facing you. Now you could see his icy blue eyes that matched his face perfectly.

You tilt your head to the side. "Should I?" You ask in a slight jokingly manner.

He just chuckles himself looking down at his feet. "Oh it's better for you to not know." He smiled to himself, and then looked at you.

"You aren't on any wanted posters right?" You joke as he chuckled.

"I'm not anyone serious." He just shrugs.

"Well now I'm curious. Who are you?" You ask resting your head on the palm of your hand.

"I'm an actor." He smiled.

"Actor? Really?" You say with impressment.

"Not much of a fan of movies myself, I'm more of a theater kid." You wink causing him to chuckle.

"So you seriously don't know who I am?" He asks in disbelief.

"Well I guess so." You smile as you take sip of your piña colada.

"What's your most popular movie, I might know." You ask as he looks down.

"Well I was in Batman." He looks up back at you.

"Ouu I love Lego batman movie!" You exclaim with a large smile.

He chuckles a bit before he talked. "Not that Batman, live action, Christof Nolans Batman."

You furrow your eyebrows as you looked at him. He just sighed. "I played the villain. Basically a psychopath who wanted to make the whole city mad." He talked as you nodded.

"Who would think of such a nice man like you acting a psychopath." You smiled.

"You must be good then." You said to him as he just chuckled looking at the crowd than back at you.

"I wouldn't think so..." he mumbled.

"What else?" You ask him, he furrows his eyebrows.

"What other movies have you been in?" You reconstruct your sentence.

"Uhmmm wellllll. After that, I was in a romcom where I played a guy who basically works at blockbusters." He chuckled.

"Then I was in the movie where I played this sleepy guy, its a psychological film. Also by Christof Nolan." He mentioned.

"I was also in a couple of war movies. And a couple of just action movies." He shrugged.

"So you went from romcoms to war movies?" You exclaimed in impressment.

"I started with theater work, my first film was actually Disco Pigs, if you know it." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh I'm more familiar with theater than movies." You chuckle.

"Heyyyy," you heard Charlottes voice behind you.

You turn to face her, you could see she not only pissed but also fixed up her makeup.

"Charlotte, would you believe me if I told you that he's an actor who played from romcoms to action movies and also war movies." You said pointing at the guy who was humbly chuckling.

"I lost you on the actor part, you look like a model beforehand." She chuckled taking a seat next to you.

"Oh cmonnn." He groaned.

"No we're honest, you should try modelling a bit. You've got the looks." You smile at him.

"I do modeling every now and then, when I'm asked nicely." He joked, both of you giggling.

"But he played a psychopath, then some movie freak in a romcom, than a guy in war." You said to Charlotte.

"You really are the jack of all trates." You smile turning to him.

"Oh stop with the compliments." He playfully rolled his eyes.

"I'm just being honest." You said throwing your hands up in the air.

You turn to Charlotte who was on her phone with a cheeky grin on her face.

"What is it?" You ask trying to see who she's talking to.

"It's Josh from last night." She cheekly smiled.

"He wants me to come over. But I told him no so I don't leave you alone in the club." Charlotte said turning off her phone.

"Noooo, you go ahead, I have no problem with leaving the club a bit early." You shrug.

"Are you sureeeee." Charlotte said squinting her eyes.

"You doubting me?" You joke as she just chuckles.

"But don't use it against me some day." Charlotte said pointing her finger in your face.

You just playfully roll your eyes. "Well I'll be leaving then." Charlotte said as she slid of the bar chair yet again.

"Mr. Actor guy, take care of her, you seem nice." Charlotte winked at him before she left. He just widened his eyes.

"Oh ignore her," you chuckle trying to justify Charlottes actions.

You didn't come to hook up, you came to make friends and have a good time. That's the reason why you are still a virgin, that and also looking that you're 19 getting into the club with a fake id.

The guy just chuckles as he looked at his empty glass. "You see, you haven't told me your name yet." The guy said looking up at you.

"Well I guess you're right." You shrugged.

"I'm Y/N." You smile at him.

"Y/N... pretty name." He smiled at you.

"You?" You ask him taking the last sip of your piña colada.

"Cillian, Cillian Murphy." He smiled.

"Cillian, weird name." You furrow your eyebrows.

"Weird or unique?" He asked squinting his eyes.

"I'd say unique." You smile back at him.

The two of you talked for a good bit, you learned that even tho he's a very successful actor he really doesn't like the attention, he's actually pretty interverted.

He really likes music, he told you when he was younger he planned to be an musician. He mastered three instruments but knew seven instruments in total. He just joked how he's a failed musician.

You bonded with your love for music and theatre. You also learned he has a son and a baby girl, the son was only around 10, while the girl was 6. He got married late so they had their kids pretty late too.

He talked to you how his ex wife Samantha was pretty abusive. Mentally and physically, towards him and his children. The breakup is messy and Samantha is trying to take the full custody of the children, lying that he's abusive.

He just got back from court, so that's why he was dressed so formally and why he was just so stressed.

"You need to relax a bit, you're getting a bit too worked up." You said as you placed your hand on his shoulder, in a reassuring way.

He chuckled looking at your hand and than at his hands that were placed on his thighs. He looked like wanted to say something but stopped himself. He just looked up at you and sighed.

He looked at you in a different way, so much different from the other looks he gave you. You realized what he was implying as your eyes widened.

You liked him, but not in that way. I mean, he is almost forty while you just turned 19.

But you felt bad for him, you could see the need in his eyes. He needed this. You just thought to yourself that this is just going to be a one off thing, that it's not going to be anything serious. It will be pretty sad seeing that your first time was a one night stand, but it will mean a lot to him.

You placed your hand on his thigh, trying to somewhat seduce him. His eyes widened with furrowed eyebrows, he looked down at your hand than back at you.

You take your hand back and sigh trying to cover this godly uncomfortable situation.

"I am so sorry I miss read you completely." You chuckle as you made fun of the situation as a cope. "Oh, oh no its alright." Cillian chuckled rubbing his forehead. It was quiet for a few seconds as you just stared at your feet.

"But..." he said a bit quietly with furrowed eyebrows.

"If I haven't made that reaction, would you really..." he said looking up at you.

"Well, yea. I see that your wife really gives you no attention so I thought you needed it, and seeing that you are so stressed, I put the two and two together and did what I did." You chuckle.

He chuckles as well looking at his hands. You look down at his hands as a slight seem caught your attention. If he didn't mean the needy look, he certainly means it now.

Your mouth slightly opens as you looked back up at him, who was still sat there staring at his pants. But now that I think about, he's probably staring at his bulge.

"Cillian..." you said softly.

His head shoots up with a flustered look on his face. Your lips crashed into his, he seemd suprised at first but he gave in the kiss, depthing it. Your hand glided around his neck as the other stayed under his jaw.

Your lips moved in sync with his, as his hand roamed from your hips to your waist, and the other stayed under your jaw. He kissed you hard, like he craved it.

You let out a slight moan in his mouth as his hand reached the small of your back.

"Let's go somewhere quieter, eh?" He breathly said, inch away from your face.

You cheekly smile at him, you've never felt this exited before. He slid off the chair and got his wallet out his pocket. He looked at the bar tender and tilted his head towards me.

"Oh you don't have to-" you start saying as he just brushes you off.

He payed the drinks and you start walking towards the exit, his hand on your lower back, lightly pushing you forward. It was a warm night so your mini skirt wasn't making you cold.

"Let me call my private driver." He said getting his phone out. You sarcastically roll your eyes as he just chuckles.

"I'm kidding, I'm calling a taxi." He says slightly looking over at you before dialling a number and putting it to his ear.

He ordered the taxi as you just waited. You played with your legs out of boredom, and then you just rested your hand on Cillians shoulder. He looked down at you and gave you a soft smile before looking forwards again.

"Do you do this often?" He asks getting lost in his own thought.

"Oh god no, I just... I don't know..." you sigh out.

"I honestly don't know why I'm doing this." You say looking up at him.

He furrows his eyebrows turning to you. He puts his hand in yours as he spoke

"If you don't wanna do this, and if your doing this just out of pitty then I don't want to either."

"No no, I want this..." you said first looking at your hand in his, and then back at him.

You don't know what took over you. You just needed him. You needed to feel him.

He softly smiled as the lights of the taxi dimmed his face. You both turn to look at the taxi that parked. He took your hand an lead the way towards the taxi.

"Good evening" he said to the taxi driver as you both sat down. He quickly glanced at you before giving out his address to the driver, while you just looked thru the window.

You feel the car start as you turn your look towards Cillian, who was already looking at you. Your lips gently connected as he held you by your chin. Your hand moved from his thigh to his crotch wanting to palm him, he slightly jumps so you move your hand away from his crotch and back to his thigh.

"To early..." you  breathly said between the kisses, smiling cause you made yourself look like an fucking idiot.

His hand stayed at your waist as his head tilted to deepen the kiss. The two of you made out all the way to his apartment, getting hotter by the second.

When you arrived at his apartment you were already all over eachother, breaking the kiss only to take quick breaths.

He stumbled with getting his keys in the door, cause he didn't wanna get separated with you. He soon got the key in the lock and quickly got it unlocked. The two of you stumbled in the room as Cillian closed the door behind you.

His hands were now stumbling to get your tight crop top off you. You pull away lifting your hands as Cillian pulls up your shirt and throws it somewhere in the apartment. He goes back to kissing your lips as he touches your breasts.

"Cillian..." you softly say between kisses.

"What is it baby" he breathed out as goes back in to kiss you.

"I've never done this before..." you said as you breathed heavily. He stops furrowing his eyebrows.

"You're a virgin?" He asks as his hands stopped at your hips. You shyly nod as he tilted his head lightly.

"Well, I mean we don't need to-"

"No Cillian, I want to. I just wanted to warn you so you don't get too surprised." You mumbled as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

He smiled before he dug into the creek of your neck. You moan feeling him. No one has ever touched you like this. He was the first to lay a mark on you.

You tilted your head in moans so you can give him more area to explore. His lips brushed over your jaw before they got to your earlobe, tugging on it lightly.

Your hands roamed under his butten up, feeling his muscles and skin textures. You pull your hands away and start unbuttoning his shirt. He kissed you on the lips as he helped you take the button up off.

He continued kissing, your teeth clashing  as he lead you by your waist to the bed. He lightly pushes you on the bed as you bounce off.

He stood there admiring how much of a ragdoll you were in his arms. He hungrly took your skirt off in one slik move. He unclipped your high heels and threw them somewhere on the floor too. You were now half naked, all of your best parts coverd.

He crashed his lips into yours, the kiss being hard and sensual. He quickly unclipped your bra and immediately dove into your breasts.

"Damn your perfect." He said under his breath.

He licked around your areola, teasing you, as with his other hand he played with your nip. He gently kissed on your nipple, lightly sucking it. He kissed his way towards the other nipple as he grouped your breast, leaving it all sensitive. He pinched your nipple with his fingers as you wince.

His hands slowly roamed to your underwear and started tugging on them. You lift up your hips to help him take it off. His head still in between you boobs as he feeld around your waist and thighs.

He got up pulling you by your ankles as he placed his hands between your thighs, gently spreading you. His hand roamed your inner thighs, kissing and licking, occasionally nibbling.

He was dangerously close to your now drenched core. You feel his breath hit your clit as giddiness overwhelmed you. He flattened his tounge, licking through your folds. You got out an throaty moan as you bucked your hips.

"Getting a bit inpatient are we?" He snickerd bellow as you just whine in response.

He circled around your clit as he sucked on it thru his teeth. He licked to you entrance where he shoved his tounge in. You moan before you sucked in your breath. His tounge danced inside you before you felt his finger enter below his tounge.

"Fuck~ yes!" You moan out, as you've never felt this kind of a sensation.

Your fingers nor your brush would never be able to do this. He pumped his finger thru your velvety insides, as you clench around him.

He soon added another finger, streaching you out nicely. Your hips bucked up and down as you grew closer.

He pulled out earning a loud needy moan. He breathed heavily as he looked at you, trembling beneath him. He started unbuckling his belt as you immediately jump to help him. You may have been a virgin, but you knew how to suck a mans dick. You learned on the way to get what you want.

You unbuckled his belt throwing it somewhere in the room, he let you take over as he looked down at you. You seductively pull his zipper off, even tho your clit was pulsing with need.

You pull down his pants as he helped you take them off completely. He was left in his dark blue Calvin Klein boxers. You see his bulge now way more visibly. It was bigger that you had ever seen, and you got worried on how you'll manage suck him entirely. 

"What is it darling?" He teased as you sat there mouth half open looking at his massive bulge.

You pull down his boxers, somewhat slowly, showcasing inch by inch of his cock. You got his underwear completely off, as his dick shoot up slightly over his belly butten. His dick was oozing with precum, as you placed kitty licks to take the precum off his tip.

You licked down his dick before surrounding his cock with your lips. You moved your head up and down as you sucked as hard as possible. Your hand was following your mouth as you were looking up at him, seeing him furrow his eyebrows in need.

You got your hand off his dick as you more aggressively bobbed your head. You felt his dick hitting the back of your throat, just before he hits your gag reflexs.

You were so cose to deep throathing him, but you just couldn't all by yourself. He held your head sternly as he thrusted into you mouth, getting all the way into your mouth before slightly pulling out. He continued to thrust into your mouth, face fucking you.

You moaned onto his dick sending vibrations. He groaned as he breathed heavily, now thrusting harder, making you gag. Your spit collected all over your chin.

Tears build up in your eyes as he thrusted even farther, his dick bending into the curve of your neck. Your nose kept on hitting his pelvis as he held onto you tightly, hoping it'll leave a mark. He got out a strong throaty moan, sounding like it came from the bottom of his chest.

His dick appeared and disappeared thru your neck, you could see your throat expanding in sync with Cillians thrusts.

"Fuck... Oh my god. Fuck!" He groaned out as you felt ropes of cum cover your throat.

He thrusted a couple of times more as you picked up all the energy you had to suck. He pulls out of your mouth making a plopping sound. His dick was softened as he kissed your head and then lifted you chin with his two fingers.

He softly smiled at you before pulling you into a nice gentle kiss. You got worried for a second that this would be it. That he had his job finished and that he's just going to kick you out. But that was not the case here.

He leaned into you making you back away closer to the bed. He was now laying on top of you, his hand gliding all over your body, feeling your every bone and muscle. You moaned into his mouth, opening your mouth wide enough for his tounge to enter.

Your tounges danced tango as the kiss deepened. You feel his cock brush over your thigh, it already being stiff. His hand slowly travelled against your curves to your hips, where he rubbed on your hip bone.

He slowly moved his hand back at your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. You whined as you bucked your hips, you were desperate for his touch. He kissed you one more time, passionately before he got up on his knees.

He breathed heavily as he admired you from above, minimalistically rubbing his steel hard cock. He places his dick onto your clit as you whine. He rubs his dick up and down your slit as you yelped out.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He breathed out with lust in his eyes.

"I'm sure Cillian..." you breathed out, awaiting his dick.

You feel the tip of his hard cock enter you. You arch your back as a throaty moan left your body.

"Fuck! Cillian." you moaned out as he pressed his dick deeper in you.

He watched his dick disappear in your wet cunt, making him wince.

"Fuck, youre so tight it's ridiculous." He groaned out.

You felt his balls hit your ass as you arch your back. He was hitting you in all the right places.

"You alright?" He said out of breath.

You hum in response as you buck your hips onto his cock. He holds himself up by your hips, holding a tight grip. He pulls out of you almost completely before he slammed back into you.

"Agh! Fuck!" You moan as Cillian hit your cervix.

He continued slamming into you, your ass turning all red from the hardnes of his slams. He quickened up his pace, as he continued to slam deeply and deeply. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rammed into you.

You were a moaning mess under him, grabbing onto the sheets and pillows beside you. You place your hand on his shoulder blades, digging your nails in him. You pathetically whine, you throwed your head back as you feel a slap onto you clit.

Seeing your reaction to this, Cillian slapped your pulsing clit again, feeling a stinging sensation. You digged your nails deeper into his shoulders as he started pounding into you. The headboard of the bed moved violently as it made damages to the wall behind.

His hand glided from your waist to your neck. He held you there as you feel a drop of blood falling on your stomach, it was from your nails digging into his shoulders too hard. But he didn't say anything so you kept your hands there.

He leaned down on you, holding himself up by his elbows as you moand in his ear. You babbled out his name, and said crazy shit you would usually never say. You moved your hands from his shoulder to his back, scratching him all over as you hear him groan.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He was now completely pounding into you. Your ass cheeks hurt, after every slam they felt a sting. He kissed you muffling your moans, as you struggled to kiss him back.

He left your swollen pussy as you loudly cry out in need. He quickly flips you over on your hand and knees. He pushes your torso down as your ass stayed up in the air. He took all of your hair in one fist as  he entered you once again.

He pulled your head back, arching your back. He immediately started ramming into you as you screamed out. Your hands were all over the place, they wanted to hold onto something but there was nothing there.

Cillian slowed down as he took both of your hands, holding them behind your back by the wrist. He slammed into you once, as you let out a loud throaty moan. He slammed again, getting more consistent.

"Yes Cillian! This pussy's yours! Only yours!" You babbled, you had no clue what you were saying.

His hand left you hair as he slapped your ass, leaving a red mark behind. You yelp out as he slaps your ass yet again. He lets go of your wrists and pushes your head against the silk sheets.

He leans on that hand, as it leaves marks all over your face. You whine and moan, as you hear him groan above you. His breaths were loud and shaky, and his groans were urgent.

He fastened up his pace making your moans inaudible. Your voice cracks as he slows down for a second, before immediately going back. Your walls were closing in on him as your legs shaked, giving up on you.

You felt like you were just on the edge of finishing this all. His groans grew more urgent and more consistent, making you think he's about to cum too.

You couldnt wait any longer as you felt your strings being pulled to hard, snapping them. Just as you released all around his cock, he released his ropes of cum into your cervix. You moan loudly, and so does Cillian.

Your legs shooke during the release, giving up on you as soon as it was over. You feel Cillian pull out of you, at once feeling all empty without him. He flops beside as you caught your breath. You looked at him as his eyes were barely open. He breathed heavily, his chest going up and down.

"Fuck Y/N..." he groaned out turning his look to you.

"I don't think I'll ever feel anything better than this." He sighed looking at you as your eyelashes fluttered.

"My standards are now fucked because of you." You joke as he got up.

"You hungry?" He asked politely.

"I am a bit." You were starving, but you felt embarrassed to say.

"What would you like? I can order." He said as he took his phone from his trousers that were on the floor.

"Uhm, Chinese would be good." You weakly smiled.

He smiled back as he went to the bathroom. You hear water rushing, realizing that he's probably making a bath for the two of you.

"We'll pick out our food when we get out of the bath" he said getting out of the bathroom and reached where you were laying.

He sat down, looking at you with his blue eyes, they looked so angelic in this dimmed light.

"Did I go too hard on you?" He asked as he got all the hair from your face out of the way.

"A bit. But I enjoyed every second." You smile, making him smile even bigger.

He quickly pecks your cheek as he rushed to the bathroom to check up on the bath. You hear the water flow stop before he entered the room once again.

"C'mere." He grunted picking you up with ease. You rest your head on his chest as he placed you in the warm bath. He takes a small basket and showed you, in there were bathbombs.

"Choose one." He said softly. You look thru the basket taking out a hear shaped bathbomb and gave it to him. He smiles as he unravels it. He places the bathbomb inside as it fizzled away.

He took his phone and sat in the bathtub, opposite side of you. You picked out your meals and placed the order. You snuggled up against him and rested your head on his chest. He got his arm around you as he placed small and passionate kisses all over your head and forehead.

He was so careing, he wasn't the type of guy to fuck and leave, he actually cared about you. You lit your head up to look at him. He looked back at you with the most loving eyes, you melted away in his touch. You place small kisses all over his neck, nibbling on some places.

You gave him small kitty licks, tasting his salty sweat. You sucked on some spots, that'll leave a mark. You sat on his lap, your arms around him as he placed gentle kisses over your neck and shoulders. You feel him glaring at you, you lift up your head seeing his looking down at you.

He warmly smiled as he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. It was short, yet passionate. He kissed your jaw before he cuddled into you. You sat there for a good 10 minutes, imbracing eachother.

Cillian got up drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his hips. He was busy doing something in the bedroom as you got your whole head under the water, it was refreshing. He got what it looked like to be sheets in the laundry basket, he came up to you and kissed your forehead

"The food will be here in five minutes." He smiled as you gave a quick nod.

He helps you out of the bathtub. You were basically incapable of standing up so you just sat on the edge of the bathtub as Cillian dried you off. He got a robe on you as he carried you to bed, where there were newly placed sheets.

He kissed your nose with a warm smile before he handed out the remote for the TV. You heard knocking on the door, Cillian went to the door, took the food and carried it to you.

He got some new underwear on and layed down next to you. You already had your food in hands, eating away as you flipped thru the channels.

"Anything interesting?" He asked as he took his food.

"Well, I don't really know any of these movies so I don't know...." you squint your eyes as you flipped thru the channels.

"Oh go back." Cillian exclaimed. You turn a couple of channels back,

"There, stop." He said, "it's a film named Taxi Driver. It's good, you know Robert De Niro? He's in it." He smiled looking at you.

"Rober De Niro? Oh he was in that Dirty Grandpa movie" you smiled.

Cillian widend his eyes. "Don't say that to anyone else, from now on you know him from Taxi Driver or Good Fellas." He warned.

"Oh, okay" you chuckle as you slurp your ramen.

The film was good, you actually really enjoyed it. You loved the soundtrack of it and just the whole nature of the film. It grew to be your favourite.

After you ate your food, and watched the movie, you fell asleep in Cillians arms. He watched you as you drozed off into dreams, you looked so peaceful and beautiful. He kissed your cheek before he got to sleeping himself.

°•.·°•°·.•°

Sun beamed into your eyes. You flicker them open as you feel a pair of hands around you. You melt away back into his touch. He snuggles up against you as he moves his legs over yours. You smile to yourself as you closed your eyes.

°•.·°•°·.•°

You felt commotion around you, you lift up your heavy eyelids looking around you. You see Cillian getting ready in the mirror, tieing up his tie. He quickly glances at you before he widely smiles.

"You're awake." He said. You smile as you sit up.

You try to get on your feet to walk a bit, you feel aching pain in your thighs so you immediately sit back down. Cillian rushes to you.

"Take it easy, I'll take care of you." He smiled grabbing your hand.

He kissed the top of your head as you smiled up at him. He went back to his mirror taking a balzer a putting it on. He was dressed so businesy, he looked really sexy.

"How will I get home?" You ask as your feet dangled off the edge of the bed.

"I'll drop you off. I got some clothes prepared for you." He said taking some clothes from a chair.

"These were the smallest ones I had." He said giving you some shorts and a t shirt.

You got it on you with the help of Cillian of course. The shorts were to you knees, while the shirt looked ridiculous large on you.

"Oh I can't go in public like this" you groan with a small chuckle.

"You'll be fine, no one will see you, we'll be careful." He smirked.

On you feet you had to take one of Cillians slippers, that also looked laughably large. Cillian gave a bag where you put all your old clothes in.

He helped you walk to the elevator and to the car. He got into the driver seat as you got into the front seat. You buckle your seatbelt and told Cillian th address as he drove off.

"Cillian, when will I give you all these clothes back?" You ask.

"Oh you don't need to, keep it as memory." He smiled looking at you, before at the rode.

"You sure?" You ask.

"Yea I'm sure." He smiled.

You reached your apartment building where you and Charlotte stayed.

"This is your stop m'lady." He smiled as he stopped his car.

"Will you be able to make it up?" He asks you with concern on his face.

"I'll be alright, I'm used to it now." You smiled.

"Well, thankyu Y/N. It means a lot, way more than you think." He kindly smiled.

You smile back as you waved goodbye, heading towards the building. He drove of as you limped to the building.

Too bad it was an one time thing.

[ms-demeanor]

i really liked OJST in the mid-2010s but i didn’t stop reading cause of the cuck comic - wasn’t there also a comic erika moen wrote about (functionally) harassing lesbians with her now-husband?

In the mid 2010s closet-keys criticized one of Erika Moen's early diary comics and described Erika Moen as "Reassuring a cishet partner that it’s totally okay to use hate speech towards wlw at Pride" and condoning the harassment and fetishization of lesbians because of a 2007 comic that she had made as part of a webcomic she had written about gender and her interactions with her queerness.

The hate speech in question is the partner asking "are you sure you want to hold my hand with all these dykes around?" while they are pretty clearly at a Dyke Day event during pride, and the reassurance that 'it's totally okay to use hate speech toward wlw' is Erika responding "sweetie, I'm proud to be with you."

The comic is still up with a disclaimer that it was written at a different time, and I know that's probably not going to fly with a lot of people but if you were a bi woman in the early to mid 2000s it was pretty common to use statements like "lol yeah i'm into women my boyfriend is fine with it as long as I take pictures" to diffuse the biphobia from straight people AND to say shit like "I'm not a party bi, I actually love pussy, thanks" to diffuse the biphobia from queer people. (if you were a bi guy in the early to mid 2000s i'm sorry and I'm sorry now because we got LUG but that mostly went away and you *still* have to deal with the "gay in waiting" bullshit).

That comic ends with Erika and her partner looking at a woman and saying "I'd totally do her" while the woman thinks "pigs" and if you think that means that they literally sat on the street and vocally commented about lesbians passing by them or that they condone harassing lesbians (in, I cannot stress this enough, a diary comic written by someone in their early twenties who is realizing they are occasionally interested in some men some of the time after identifying as a lesbian their whole life), then I'm gonna go ahead and recommend signing up for some variety or other of literary analysis class. Do we think that Erika is seriously implying that she is going to make her boyfriend gay if she fucks him in this comic from a year later?

If this comic bothers you and you see it as a straight-passing couple giving the go-ahead to harass lesbians, you do you, I'm not saying you have to read the comic or enjoy Erika Moen.

I am saying it's a bit of a stretch, though, and certainly the least charitable explanation possible, and that we should probably give people some space to say awkward things about their sexuality and to make missteps when discussing it in their early twenties and not call them lesbophobic fifteen years after the fact for a college comic.

Moen also gets called transphobic because she has described trans men as adorable/cute in a way that could be read as patronizing in one comic and because she made a comic about wearing a packer for fun and for sexual gratification with her cis male partner as a cis woman.

Appropriately, all of these things feel very "late twenty teens tumblr callout post."

If it bugs you, you don't have to read the comics but I've talked about Moen before and I've gotten the anons in my inbox calling me lesbophobic for recommending her comic when in 2007 she made a comic about catcalling lesbians and condoning street harassment.

Which is frustrating because Erika Moen writes a comic about sex toys that has incredible body and gender diversity and is interested in making sure that people of all sexualities are having safe, enjoyable sex and talking openly about it. This is Rebecca Sugar condones war crimes level discourse over a creator who makes a genuinely good comic and gets dismissed as cringe by people who hate open discussions of sex and gets dismissed as a bigot (in ways that I think are incredibly unfair given the vast majority of her work) among people who *claim* to love open discussions of sex but who *actually* love witch hunts.

[nenelonomh]

fun ways to move your body

there are so many reasons why people dislike exercising. some may include physical limitations, social and cultural factors, nausea, and even gym intimidation.

it is important to move though! moving your body is essential for maintaining good health and overall well-being. exercise strengthens muscles, improves cardiovascular health, and enhances flexibility.

it releases endorphins, which boosts mood and reduces stress and anxiety. group activities or sports provide opportunities to connect with others.

finding enjoyable activities and seeking support can make a significant difference!

so, here are some fun ways to move your body:

play around, just like a kid. try hula hoops, obstacle courses, or a game of tag! it's such a wholesome way to move your body and can be so enjoyable.

laughing is a fantastic stress reliever that engages your entire body. it lowers blood pressure and boosts immunity. remember not to overlook good times, or the giggles.

blast your favourite songs and have yourself a solo dance party. personally, i believe this is the single best way to move. it's freeing. dancing is mostly gentle on the body, yet it's still able to engage all your muscles, enhancing strength and balance.

attend group fitness classes like zumba, yoga, or spin. the energy and camaraderie can make exercise feel less like a chore.

take your workout outdoors! hike, bike, or jog in a scenic park or nature reserve. the change of scenery makes it more enjoyable.

still struggling with ideas?

play at the beach

archery

paddleboarding

go for a walk around your neighborhood (walk and talk)

play with your siblings, or pets

follow a yoga video!

set up a challenge for yourself

learn how to use a foam roller

enjoy a long swim

outdoor sports (or indoor i guess)

learn how to juggle (i challenge you guys to try this lmao)

attempt indoor rock climbing

be a tourist in your own city

engage in progressive muscle relaxation (pmr)

play a vr game

end notes:

making exercise more playful can add excitement and motivation. learn how to not take yourself too seriously, and have fun!

thank you for reading! ❤️ nene

image source: pinterest

[sepublic]

The Rapture, the Day of Unity, and Happily Ever After

I wouldn’t be surprised if the upper echelons of the coven regime weren’t concerned with being sustainable, because they were privy before the public was to the Day of Unity, which was itself essentially one big rapture where everyone goes to a perfect utopia! They don’t have to worry about the world they’ve left behind, they just need to last long enough to make it to this endpoint, like Belos talking about how he only needs to ‘live long enough to see this through’.

So it must’ve been quite a shock, realizing that’s not it; There’s nothing for all their hard work. They have to go back to their lives as normal, but knowing it’s eternal in the sense of worrying about living life until it naturally ends for them, and making society run ahead of them for the next to pick up. Now people have to do their jobs in creating an actual functioning society instead of loftily dreaming of a fantasy, which is of course topical to the show’s themes about being beholden to the world and people around you as you make dreams practical.

I can see a comparison between the apathy that came from the Day of Unity and how a lot of rich, powerful folk —especially the ones running fossil fuel companies— don’t care about destroying the Earth and its environment, because they’ll be dead before it gets bad enough that the devastation reaches them in their cushy little suites. On the Day of Unity, Emira’s frustrations over her mother only caring about money feel in a similar vein, it all hearkens back to the same problem with these CEOs where their personal, material enjoyment is the only priority.

And this makes me think of the rapture comparison too; It comes from the Evangelicals, who are the descendants of the Puritans. I can see the writers playing with how Marx called religion the opiate of the masses; The idea that Christianity was often exploited by the upper class against the lower class to justify their suffering. The idea was that if you were poor, you didn’t need to worry about improving your material world because as long as you remained pious and faithful, you’d eventually inherit a heavenly afterlife.

Thus, working-class Christians were made complacent, believing their mortal suffering was just temporary and even a test for their ascension. Whether you think they actually got a heavenly afterlife is an entirely separate real-life theological discussion, but the point was that it was an excuse by those in power to avoid being held accountable in making the living world actually tolerable for everyone else, and everyone else would not hold them to that standard because they thought it didn’t matter anyway.

So I can see the Day of Unity functioning exactly like that, in fact I’m pretty sure it just did onscreen because we see wild witches such as the Demon Hunters accept the coven bindings because for whatever losses they suffer, eventually the Titan will make it all worth it right? And this framing of the Titan as an abstract God who will take you to an abstract universe is interesting; We know tangibly that other worlds exist of course, but in the context of the show, the utopia bit is a lie.

And if we apply it to real life, much how the show calls out IRL witch hunters (and its fictional one, because TOH’s fictional witches warranted nothing for their existence) as insincere… I do remember a college lecture in things like Animism or cosmocentric belief systems; They saw the ‘spirits’ as not existing on a separate plane, but our own. There was no afterlife or heaven, it was all in this world, people live on when they die and break down and are consumed by other beings, that sort of thing.

The practices of wild magic and the worship of the Titan seem to follow in a similar vein to these and Animism; The Titan is sacred and her body has its own life reborn as the environment, but she’s also undeniably dead, as pointed out by a Deadwardian witch. Eda stresses learning from the natural environment around you for magic, their ‘god’ is a mortal being and also their tangible world. The magic comes via glyphs in nature, as well as the magic in everything that witches get their own magic from. There IS something resembling an afterlife in-universe but we never get to see it, the beliefs of wild magic seem to be at odds with Belos’ Christian colonialism, and again its promise of a rapture and a separate, abstract God and utopia.

Point is; There is no universe after this, or at least that’s not how wild witches treat it. The focus is on the here and now and making this world last, and making it last for the future generations that will take your place. And this defiance of a rapture in favor of life always going on makes me think of how Dana hates the term Happily Ever After, for the implications of everything just being over and that’s it. That’s the end. All the problems are solved now, there is no story left to tell.

I can’t say this was intentional on a conscious level or otherwise, but I do have to draw a connection between this and how TOH’s ending was in response to this critique; Life keeps going on, the protagonists have to keep fixing the Boiling Isles, and then keep it going even if it IS fixed. They just undid coven bindings and King found his first glyph. The Archivists are still out there. The protagonists don’t get an eternal unambiguous happy ending where there’s nothing left to do, they don’t get a ‘heavenly afterlife’ as one could call it, and that’s good!

From a meta standpoint, you can see how it encourages fans to write more stories, to be inspired to keep it going, and it’s another way Dana made the shortening work in the show’s favor. Dana said back in 2020 that she encourages fans to build off of things, as she did as a kid with her own shows, she also wanted it to be that deep growing up! So both in-universe and IRL, TOH isn’t meant to be over, there is no absolute ending because fandom lives on.

Hell, Dana even professed interest in a prequel following Eda’s childhood; She’s since become pessimistic about the possibility, more than likely on account of her cutting ties with Disney and executives’ disinterest. But the point still stands; Life keeps going, IRL. The lives of the characters keep going, in-universe and IRL through fandom.

I also wonder if you could discuss Lumity under this lens; I’m making exceptions for queer romances, especially in children’s media, because they often have to deal with censorship pushing them to the last minute. But when it comes to romance in general, romance involving the main character largely consists of Will They/Won’t They, with the climax having the romance achieved. But because of the Thrill of the Chase, a lot of writers don’t want to explore how characters actually navigate a relationship, hence why it’s drawn out and saved for the ending; The romance has been nearly tied up as a Happily Ever After, there’s no more story to tell. So when they get a continuation, they’ll often undo progress.

Lumity avoids this; Lumity has them get together at the halfway point of the series, and then actually explores their dynamic as a couple together, without creating misunderstandings or breakups or anything. We see how they work as a couple, how they get to enjoy each other as a couple. So them getting together isn’t the ending climax, it’s just another stage in their continuing dynamic. There is no Happily Ever After; There’s problems for them to face together that do sometimes strain their relationship, but they still work on it together; Dana was adamant on showing these things instead of settling for them asking each other out and letting the rest be an implication.

And I think that’s so much more healthy to show kids than just idealizing the Thrill of the Chase and its climax, without appreciating the mundanity of just being together. Because kids grow into adults and don’t really expect or care to pursue a romance past that point, and I wonder if this is part of the culture behind cheating, of still reaching for something unattainable because media doesn’t normalize already having things when it comes to romance. Nor does it care for tackling things together as a couple most of the time.

Dana was raised Catholic, which is separate from Puritanism, but she did have to deal with Evangelicals growing up, as they raged about innocuous things like Pokemon; And Pokemon was her Good Witch Azura, a last gift from her father before he died in a car crash. It’s something Dana still enjoys and she’s done crossover art for it and TOH.

So I can see the coincidence/connection in Dana critiquing Evangelicals’ rapture ideology and how the end of everything is used to placate people instead of worrying about what needs to be eternally maintained, and like. Her feeling similarly with stories and even romances where it ends definitively and perfectly. Because fandom keeps going and she’s a part of it too.

The world keeps going, there is no endpoint to history IRL or in the show; People have to adjust going back to the banality of continuing to live and worry about running society in the long-term, rather than expecting it to not matter because they were going to be raptured anyway. And you know what, this could be good, it means it lasts forever as we see Luz and co. embrace it, happy to enjoy their lives, actually getting to be in a relationship; But life is fragile as we see with the Titan, so we gotta work to keep it going, so that even when we get our definitive end, the people after get their time.

[olivianyx]

UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

[daysofyellowroses]

beef

carmen berzatto x reader | 900 words | based on this very lovely request | no real warnings, just pretty damn cute if i do say so myself 🫶🏻💗🌼

In the sanctuary of your own thoughts, you can admit that when you were first getting ready to plan your wedding with Carmy, you were..nervous. 

Not because you didn't want to get married, you were over the moon when Carm proposed. It felt like the perfect next step in your relationship, and being engaged was such a wonderful feeling. 

But of course, you had to begin wedding plans eventually. Suffice to say, when you have a fiancé who's prone to stress and panic attacks, planning the biggest day of your lives is never going to be easy.

Except..it was?

Okay, it wasn't entirely 100% smooth sailing but for the most part..it was actually enjoyable. 

Maybe it was something to do with you and Carm not wanting a typical huge wedding, maybe it was that everyone in your lives sensed the stress that could happen and stepped in to help. You liked to think it was a little from column A, a little from column B.

You were determined to keep things as close as possible to what you and Carm wanted, the plans you'd casually talk about while making dinner or relaxing on the couch watching TV.

Of course having your friends and family be involved was incredible, and you and Carm appreciated their support and ideas, but there were some nights you had to turn your phone on silent, unable to look at another suggestion for a venue, or dress, or a cake, or a DJ. 

As it turned out, you found the perfect location when you weren't even trying. It was a random weekday that you and Carm had decided to take off, wanting to switch off from everything for a while and just enjoy each other's company. At someone's suggestion, you couldn't remember which of you had said it, you ended up at the botanic garden. It was so peaceful and beautiful, and walking around hand in hand with the love of your life, surrounded by colorful flowers and laughing at stupid jokes and stealing kisses made your heart soar. That evening, when another venue was suggested, you and Carm both looked at each other before you replied that you'd already found the perfect one.

Food was obviously a big part of your wedding plans, and you weren't sure why you were surprised that Carm and the bear crew insisted they could take care of it. You had hoped you'd at least have Syd on your side, but you were forced to take a stand on your own. It wasn't that you didn't want them all making the food, obviously it would be delicious, it was more a case of..you wanted them to be involved in the wedding in a different way, not just to be working as they always did. 

You wanted them to be bridesmaids and ushers, to read poems and be in your wedding pictures. You wanted to dance with them all night, take shots, and stuff yourself with desserts. What you didn't want was for them all to be too exhausted to do any of that. In the end, you agreed that Carm could choose what would be on the menu, he just couldn't make it. One day off wouldn't kill him. 

The guest list was surprisingly one of the easiest parts of the wedding plans. You and Carm both agreed you didn't want to invite great aunts you'd met once as a toddler or your entire kindergarten class, so you settled on family and friends who you were actually close to and wanted to celebrate with. You ended up with under hundred invites, just, but it felt like a little victory.

The dress..was not your favorite part, if you were honest. The dream of walking into a store, finding a dress, buying it and putting it aside for the wedding was dashed quickly when you were dragged into several bridal stores. It was am experience, sure, but standing in your underwear while an old woman squinted at you before hauling a dress over you was not ideal. You didn't want some huge Disney princess gown, and you weren't going to spend thousands on a dress you would wear once. In the end, you found a dress on a random website one night, sending the link to Syd and immediately buying it when she said she loved it. $150 and with some sneaky tailoring it could be worn again, that was definitely a victory.

By the time you'd got your dress, the wedding seemed to be closer than ever. Spring had seemed so far away when you'd gotten engaged, but when the air felt warmer and the leaves were coming back onto the trees, you felt an excitement that it was really happening, you would wear the dress and stand in a beautiful garden in front of everyone you loved and tell Carm you would always be by his side. 

Because that was what it was all for. 

When you woke up at two in the morning in a panic that you'd forgotten to book a photographer/DJ/makeup artist, Carm was there to reassure you it was all okay, everything was under control. When you would be sitting on the counter listening to him tell you about his day, watching him smile to himself, when you would be laying on the couch watching TV and his hand would just gently stroke your arm or your waist or your hair. 

There was never a doubt in your mind about marrying him, and through all the planning, that was what you focused on. 

And when the big day finally came, you knew you couldn't have planned it any better when you were standing side by side with the man of your dreams, ready to take the next step.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

bully⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

wednesday, seok matthew— phys. ed

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here.

⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.7k

⋆˙⟡ reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used a couple times) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe reader— scroll down)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated.

⋆˙⟡ wednesday summary: it's hump day... *ahem*. unfortunately you're being forced to play contact sports under the leadership of team captain matthew seok. no matter how many times he's made a fool of you in front of your whole gym class, it never gets old for him. oh shit. uh, (y/n)? you might wanna duck...

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. slight dub-con. small injury/blood warning, no graphic descriptions. bullying. red-pilled, muscle pig soccer player matthew. please rest up for thursday. smut in gn and fem versions are slightly different due to logistics/circumstance. also i KNOW it's called football. chill. we can't all be from a cool country.

⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★★☆(4.0)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: spanking (reader receiving), petting (reader receiving), pussyjob (google it if unfamiliar), slight dub-con but reader's honestly really fast to come around to this one lol, girthy!matthew, bullying/misogynistic.

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you stand in a straight line with your other classmates, facing the soccer field and your physical education teacher. eyes glued to your sneakers, you’re completely lost in thought. could anyone blame you after the past couple of days you’d had? 

unable to give hao an answer to his question yesterday, he’d simply laughed at you and left you in the orchestra storage closet to redress yourself in shame. you’d thought monday was bad, but tuesday was certainly your lowest point since starting university.

you’d made a vow that evening that something like this would never happen again...

right after you’d gotten off to the memory of it one last time.

your gym teacher, coach yang, blows his whistle to direct the class’s attention towards him. while you’re able to keep your eyes trained on him, your brain is another thing. to be fair, it’s not like you paid much attention during your wednesday afternoon gym class even without such a heavy distraction weighing on you.

signing up for a physical education class had been the last thing you’d planned on doing while at university, but after a small hiccup with class registration left you shut out of all of your best alternatives, you’d had to settle on the last course available: physical education studies— team sports.

though you didn’t mind exercising and even found it fairly enjoyable when on your own and blasting your favorite music, you’d thought you’d be finished with the stress and chaos of team sports when you finished your high school requirements. you understood each sport enough, but could never seem to put that understanding into practical use.

lightly jogging back and forth and pretending to look engaged until class was over had become your signature specialty. except when an object started speeding towards your face.

no matter how many times a gym coach practiced catching a ball with you, the newly implanted knowledge would always just dissipate moments later. when the recreational game would start and a ball came flying at you...

you’d just duck.

“i’ll take ducky,” a voice suddenly calls. your eyes dart to find the source of the dreaded nickname, unsurprised at the culprit they land on. but why had he just called you?

you blink at him, brow furrowed in confusion. “wh-... what?”

“were you paying attention, (y/n)-sshi?” coach yang asks, shaking his head and looking back at his clipboard. “can you explain it again, matthew-sshi?”

“oh, i’d be happy to,” matthew replies with a smirk. “we’re picking teams for soccer drills. wonhee and i are team captains.”

this unfortunately doesn’t answer any of your questions. if matthew was picking teammates of his own free will, why would he call your name?

“and you... want me?” you stumble, shaking your head when you realize how your question sounds. “on—... on your te—?”

“yeah, ducky,” matthew affirms, brow raised in a challenge as he smiles at you. “i do.”

you feel your palms begin to sweat as matthew’s fox eyes stare you down. this had to be connected to jiwoong and hao. you just weren’t sure how yet.

“(y/n)-sshi,” coach yang barks, pointing to the grass next to matthew. “let’s get moving.”

taking a deep breath, you walk over with your head down and stand behind your new team captain. he turns over his shoulder and winks at you.

oh help.

--------

after about an hour or so of various training drills, you’re surprised to find yourself still in one piece. but so far, matthew had treated you like he was treating everyone else on your team: which is to say, not great but... tolerable.

you’d almost let yourself settle into the feeling of just being one of matthew’s undervalued teammates when a harsh blow of a whistle jolts you from your peace.

“listen up,” coach yang calls from the bleachers. “we’ll be moving on to shooting drills now.”

matthew’s eyes find yours, brow piquing as he smirks. “will we need a goalie, coach?”

fuuuuuck no.

“yep, every team should choose a goalie,” coach yang confirms, leaning back even further on the bleacher behind him. 

matthew walks toward you, smile growing wider with every step. you shake your head, eyes pleading with him to let you live. because that’s what putting you inside a goal was: attempted murder.

“please, matt,” you whisper, breathing getting shakier as he closes the distance. “please, don’t do this.”

he puts a hand on your shoulder and shakes you happily, announcing to the team, “lucky for us, we’ve got a volunteer right here! thanks for helping out the team, ducky.”

matthew slaps your back, encouraging you to take your place in the goal. 

“uh, hyung? should (y/n) really—?” a boy from your calculus class tries to save you, but it’s no use.

“yeah,” matthew interrupts, nostrils flared. “ducky really should. in five seconds or less.”

you dart off down the field toward the goal— which reaching in five seconds would be impossible, mind you— scrambling to make it in time before matthew makes an even bigger fool out of you.

when you finally reach the goal, you turn around and ready yourself for the drill to start. only, unbeknownst to you, the drill has already started.

and a soccer ball is hurtling through the air towards your head at 70 mph. 

you duck.

it’s who you are.

the ball flies so fast past you, hitting the back of the net and bouncing to the ground. you sigh in relief after narrowly avoiding a collision. you’re so nervous, you suddenly feel a bit of sweat forming at your temples. you reach up and wipe it with your forearm, bringing it back down to see that the liquid from your forehead is not clear...

it’s red.

“(y/n)-sshi!” coach yang yells, laboredly getting up from his reclined position on the bleachers. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

he (lightly) jogs over to where you’re sat in the goal, bending down to examine the injury. holding up a finger, he has you follow it back and forth and up and down until he shrugs.

“pretty sure the ball just grazed your skin,” coach yang deduces, holding out a hand for you and helping you to your feet. “who kicked that ball?”

all eyes dart to matthew. he nudges the grass with his sneaker shamefully. “i’m sorry, coach. she looked ready.”

“which part of her looked ready to you? the back of her head?” coach yang asks, rolling his eyes. maybe he sees more from his perch than he lets on. “take (y/n) to my office and get her fixed up.”

“but—,” you start to protest; the last thing you want is to be alone with matthew after all this.

“now,” coach yang asserts, throwing matthew his key ring. you start to walk back towards the gymnasium, wiping your forehead as it begins to feel damp again.

“yes, coach,” matthew agrees before falling into step beside you. he doesn’t speak, just fidgets with the key ring in his hand until you step through the door to the gym and find coach yang’s office.

he unlocks the door, holding it open for you. you step inside, looking around at all of the different sports equipment and trophies littering your teacher’s office. you jump as the door slams shut behind you and he notices your unintentional display of fear.

“jesus. am i gonna have to change your nickname to jumpy?” matthew snorts at his own joke before walking over to the cabinet beside coach yang’s desk. when he realizes you haven’t followed him, he turns around. “seriously, what’s your problem?”

“what’s—... what’s my problem?” you repeat, blinking back at him unbelievingly. “you kicked a ball at my head on purpose!”

“aw c’mon, ducky,” he says with a cute smile, taking a step towards you. “not like it’s the first time. maybe something else is on your mind?”

your body stiffens, at the taunting look in his eyes. “if you so much as put a hand on me, i’ll—.”

“me? touch you?” matthew interjects incredulously, tongue in his cheek as he grins. “the star of the soccer team has bigger dreams than putting his hands on you.”

the tiniest bit of confidence flickers in you as you think of the perfect reply. “th-thought hanbin was the star of the soccer team...”

“hanbin hyung is NOT—...” matthew starts to rage before seeing your expression. he exhales annoyedly and pats coach yang’s desk, “just shut up and sit down.”

“on—... on the desk?” you ask with frown. “there’s a chair right here.”

“easier to see with you closer to the light,” he answers dismissively, patting the desk again. 

you oblige warily, hopping up onto the open space on coach yang’s desk— feet dangling slightly off the ground. the position feels a little too vulnerable and you eagerly await for this all to be over.

“that’s what i hate about you intellectual types,” matthew says, bending down to open the filing cabinet drawer to the right of coach yang’s desk. he pulls out a small first aid kit, lifting the white box onto the desk beside you. “who the hell doesn’t know how to catch a ball? you think you’re so fucking smart, but you have no clue when it comes to the real world.”

as matthew opens the first aid kit and pulls out an alcohol wipe, he tears the packaging open with his teeth— his biceps flexing as he throws the wrapper into the waste bin by your coach’s desk. 

“then again, i’ve heard a rumor or two that you might know more than you let on,” he says with a soft smirk, gently dabbing the wipe to your bleeding temple. you flinch slightly at the sting. “i just find it hard to believe, ya know? honestly i’m kind of surprised that you have sexual impulses at all.”

matthew laughs to himself as he pulls out an anti-infection topical, twisting the cap off with his fingers. he lifts a q-tip from the kit and covers one side in the topical serum.

“was convinced that was the case after i tried to bag you last year,” he says, dragging the q-tip across your now-clean cut. “only to find out this week that you apparently do wanna spread your legs. just not for me.”

“you... you what!?” you shout, matthew putting the index finger of his free hand to your lips to keep you quiet. you glare at him until he finally removes it. “didn’t you just say you had more important people to—?”

“and i do. but ducky, think about the story of it all. the nerdy little prude letting the jock make a mess of her for the first time behind the bleachers. scared. helpless... euphoric,” matthew muses far too casually, tossing the q-tip in the trash and pulling out a bandage from the kit. he opens the wrapper, scrunching the paper up and laying it down on the desk next to you. “now that i know you’re... tainted... i’m just not as eager.”

“tainted?” you repeat angrily, shifting a bit on the desk. this is exactly the kind of shit you’d expect from matthew. “you really are nothing but a protein-addicted, misogynistic pig.”

he nods slowly, humming as he places the small, clear bandage on your cut— veiny hands delicately smoothing out the edges. “but you like that, don’t you, ducky?”

“no,” you deny quickly with a frown, head tilting slightly in confusion as matthew’s fingers linger at your temple. “i d-don’t...”

“mm, nice try. but this cute little wet spot right here says otherwise,” he retorts, placing a hand on each of your knees and pulling your legs apart with ease so he can get a better look at your clothed center. “i think you more than like it, actually.”

matthew starts to slide his hands up your thighs, thumbs grazing the insides as your cheeks flush. not again.

“two days in a row and you still want more?” he whispers, squeezing each of your thighs in his palms. “what? hyungs couldn’t satisfy you?”

you find yourself shaking your head involuntarily, matthew’s eyes lighting up with this news.

“can i quote you on that?” he asks with a grin, fingers on his right hand now brushing against your still-covered heat. “jiwoong hyung said you like this.”

he applies a little more pressure and, though you try to steady your breathing, a little whimper escapes as he finds your clit. 

“and hao hyung said you like surprises,” matthew says, looking up at you with lidded eyes— the tiny mole above his cheek visible in the fluorescent school light. if you didn’t know any better, you would swear he was about to kiss you. but instead, he takes a step back and folds his arms across his chest. “you’re all fixed. get up.”

luckily, you stop the pout from reaching your lips, sighing as you hop off of coach yang’s desk and onto the tile floor.

“oh, can you grab the bandaid wrapper?” he asks, putting the first aid kit back in the cabinet drawer. you turn around, looking for the paper wrapper and spotting it on the desk. 

you bend over slightly to reach it, yelping in pain when a harsh smack suddenly comes down across your ass. you fall slightly onto the top of the desk, chest flush against the wood and short-shorts riding up your thighs.

“were you surprised enough?” matthew teases, hands pushing at the seam of your shorts to expose more of you to him. “cause i’d really like you to let me fuck you now.”

“i’m—... i s-said i wasn’t gonna let something like this happen again,” you reply, shaking your head. couldn’t you just use your brain for once this week? 

“aw, ducky. that’s really fucking pathetic,” he coos patronizingly, hooking his fingers around the crotch of your shorts and panties and pushing them to the side. “making me so hard.”

“matthew, i can’t—,” you whimper, resolve fading fast as another sickening smack ripples across your ass cheek. “oh my god.”

you feel something start to rub against your dripping folds; it’s warm, veiny and thick. you hear a low, throaty moan escape the boy behind you, his hands gripping into your hips on either side. 

“so fucking wet for me, hm?” matthew rasps and, as you turn your head to catch a glimpse of him, he bites his lip. “bet you’ve thought about this for a long time.”

of course he’s full of himself even now. you don’t care much at this moment though. the first part of his statement is embarrassingly correct: you need him right now. arrogance and all.

you buck your hips back, wanting more friction. though he smacks your ass again in punishment, he can’t hide his hungry panting.

“fuuuck,” he breathes, grinding his length against your slit more passionately. with each rut, the tip of his cock hits your clit— rendering you a moaning mess. “easy. fucking told them it’d be easy.”

your high is steadily approaching as the abuse continues on your swollen clit, ears only filled with lust as you block out his mumbling. “matthew, please. i think... ‘m gonna—.”

“let go for me, little duck,” he coaxes, rhythm starting to falter. “yeah? then i can fuck y—.”

“matthew-sshi!?” coach yang’s voice suddenly bellows through the locked office door. “open this door right NOW!”

“no fucking way,” matthew whines loudly as you scramble off of your teacher’s desk— shifting the crotch of your shorts back into place as he slams a fist down on the filing cabinet next to you. “we weren’t finished! i thought i was gonna be the one to—.”

“one... two...” coach yang starts counting down, causing matthew to run to the door and open it immediately. such a petulant child, you think as you ignore the feeling of your arousal starting to drip down your thigh.

“are you kidding me!? this is the third person i’ve caught you doing this with in here this semester alone, matthew-sshi,” coach yang reprimands as soon as he steps inside, throwing his clipboard down on the floor and removing his baseball cap. 

was matthew about to face serious consequences for this? i mean, he did purposely injure you as a ruse to have sex with him... probably. 

“but you’re the team’s best centre-back. you’ve gotta support hanbin out there,” coach yang says with a sigh, matthew subtly rolling his eyes at the mention of his superior hyung. “i just can’t bench you for saturday’s game.”

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes wide at matthew’s ability to evade punishment. it’s not just infuriating: it’s impressive.

“thank you coach,” matthew says, suddenly turning on that cute charm like the gumiho he must truly be. “i won’t let you down.”

“(y/n)-sshi,” coach yang calls, turning to look at you. “you’ll be cleaning soccer balls after every class until the end of the unit.”

“WHAT!?” you screech in shock. you’ve never received so much as a disciplinary warning in your entire academic career. “but—... but—.”

“you can clean the tennis balls next unit too, if you like,” he says, picking up his clipboard from off the ground and replacing his baseball cap onto his head. “and stop with the ducking, will you? i don’t need a lawsuit on my hands.”

you nod, your entire face burning as your coach looks anywhere but at you. you can’t say you blame him.

“c’mon, matthew-sshi. team meeting in fifteen minutes,” he instructs, walking out of his office. matthew starts to follow, but turns around in the doorway.

“meet me after practice, we can—,” he whispers, until a hand latches around the collar of his shirt and pulls him away, leaving you all on your lonesome in the small gymnasium office.

so... wednesday hadn’t gone how you’d hoped. no use crying over spilled milk (or spilled blood). thursday would be a better day.

but maybe purchasing a chastity belt wouldn’t be such a bad idea in the mean time.

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gender neutral version below

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: spanking (reader receiving), heavy petting/stroking (reader receiving), assjob/intergluteal (google it if unfamiliar, it's not anal; no anal penetration), slight dub-con but reader's honestly really fast to come around to this one lol, girthy!matthew, bullying.

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you stand in a straight line with your other classmates, facing the soccer field and your gym teacher. eyes glued to your sneakers, you’re completely lost in thought. could anyone blame you after the past couple of days you’d had? 

unable to give hao an answer to his question yesterday, he’d simply laughed at you and left you in the orchestra storage closet to redress yourself in shame. you’d thought monday was bad, but tuesday was certainly your lowest point since starting university.

you’d made a vow that evening that something like this would never happen again...

right after you’d gotten off to the memory of it one last time.

your gym teacher, coach yang, blows his whistle to direct the class’s attention towards him. while you’re able to keep your eyes trained on him, your brain is another thing. to be fair, it’s not like you paid much attention during your wednesday afternoon gym class  even without such a heavy distraction weighing on you.

signing up for a physical education class had been the last thing you’d planned on doing while at university, but after a small hiccup with class registration left you shut out of all of your best alternatives, you’d had to settle on the last course available: physical education studies— team sports.

though you didn’t mind exercising and even found it fairly enjoyable when on your own and blasting your favorite music, you’d thought you’d be finished with the stress and chaos of team sports when you finished your high school requirements. you understood each sport enough, but could never seem to put that understanding into practical use.

lightly jogging back and forth and pretending to look engaged until class was over had become your signature specialty. except when an object started speeding towards your face.

no matter how many times a gym coach practiced catching a ball with you, the newly implanted knowledge would always just dissipate moments later. when the recreational game would start and a ball came flying at you...

you’d just duck.

“i’ll take ducky,” a voice suddenly calls. your eyes dart to find the source of the dreaded nickname, unsurprised at the culprit they land on. but why had he just called you?

you blink at the muscular boy, brow furrowed in confusion. “wh-... what?”

“were you paying attention, (y/n)-sshi?” coach yang asks, shaking his head and looking back at his clipboard. “can you explain it again, matthew-sshi?”

“oh, i’d be happy to,” matthew replies with a smirk. “we’re picking teams for soccer drills. wonhee and i are team captains.”

this unfortunately doesn’t answer any of your questions. if matthew was picking teammates of his own free will, why would he call your name?

“and you... want me?” you stumble, shaking your head when you realize how your question sounds. “on—... on your te—?”

“yeah, ducky,” matthew affirms, brow raised in a challenge as he smiles at you. “i do.”

you feel your palms begin to sweat as matthew’s fox eyes stare you down. this had to be connected to jiwoong and hao. you just weren’t sure how yet.

“(y/n)-sshi,” coach yang barks, pointing to the grass next to matthew. “let’s get moving.”

taking a deep breath, you walk over with your head down and stand behind your new team captain. he turns over his shoulder and winks at you.

oh help.

--------

after about an hour or so of various training drills, you’re surprised to find yourself still in one piece. but so far, matthew had treated you like he was treating everyone else on your team: which is to say, not great but... tolerable.

you’d almost let yourself settle into the feeling of just being one of matthew’s undervalued teammates when a harsh blow of a whistle jolts you from your peace.

“listen up,” coach yang calls from the bleachers. “we’ll be moving on to shooting drills now.”

matthew’s eyes find yours, brow piquing as he smirks. “will we need a goalie, coach?”

fuuuuuck no.

“yep, every team should choose a goalie,” coach yang confirms, leaning back even further on the bleacher behind him. 

matthew walks toward you, smile growing wider with every step. you shake your head, eyes pleading with him to let you live. because that’s what putting you inside a goal was: attempted murder.

“please, matt,” you whisper, breathing getting shakier as he closes the distance. “please, don’t do this.”

he puts a hand on your shoulder and shakes you happily, announcing, “lucky for us, we’ve got a volunteer right here! thanks for helping out the team, ducky.”

matthew slaps your back, encouraging you to take your place in the goal. 

“uh, hyung? should (y/n) really—?” a boy from your calculus class tries to save you, but it’s no use.

“yeah,” matthew interrupts, nostrils flared. “ducky really should. in five seconds or less.”

you dart off down the field toward the goal— which reaching in five seconds would be impossible, mind you— scrambling to make it in time before matthew makes an even bigger fool out of you.

when you finally reach the goal, you turn around and ready yourself for the drill to start. only, unbeknownst to you, the drill has already started.

and a soccer ball is hurtling through the air towards your head at 70 mph. 

you duck.

it’s just who you are.

the ball flies so fast past you, hitting the back of the net and bouncing to the ground. you sigh in relief after narrowly avoiding a collision. you’re so nervous, you suddenly feel a bit of sweat forming at your temples. you reach up and wipe it with your forearm, bringing it back down to see that the liquid from your forehead is not clear...

it’s red.

“(y/n)-sshi!” coach yang yells, laboredly getting up from his reclined position on the bleachers. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

he (lightly) jogs over to where you’re sat in the goal, bending down to examine the injury. holding up a finger, he has you follow it back and forth and up and down until he shrugs.

“pretty sure the ball just grazed your skin,” coach yang deduces, holding out a hand for you and helping you to your feet. “who kicked that ball?”

all eyes dart to matthew. he nudges the grass with his sneaker shamefully. “i’m sorry, coach. (y/n) looked ready.”

“which part looked ready to you? the back of the head?” coach yang asks, rolling his eyes. maybe he sees more from his perch than he lets on. “go to my office and get (y/n) fixed up.”

“but—,” you start to protest; the last thing you want is to be alone with matthew after all this.

“now,” coach yang asserts, throwing matthew his key ring. you start to walk back towards the gymnasium, wiping your forehead as it begins to feel damp again.

“yes, coach,” matthew agrees before falling into step beside you. he doesn’t speak, just fidgets with the key ring in his hand until you step through the door to the gym and find coach yang’s office.

he unlocks the door, holding it open for you. you step inside, looking around at all of the different sports equipment and trophies littering your teacher’s office. you jump as the door slams shut behind you and he notices your unintentional display of fear.

“jesus. am i gonna have to change your nickname to jumpy?” matthew snorts at his own joke before walking over to the cabinet beside coach yang’s desk. when he realizes you haven’t followed him, he turns around. “seriously, what’s your problem?”

“what’s—... what’s my problem?” you repeat, blinking back at him unbelievingly. “you kicked a ball at my head on purpose!”

“aw c’mon, ducky,” he says with a cute smile, taking a step towards you. “not like it’s the first time. maybe something else is on your mind?”

your body stiffens, at the taunting look in his eyes. “if you so much as put a hand on me, i’ll—.”

“me? touch you?” matthew interjects incredulously, tongue in his cheek as he grins. “the star of the soccer team has bigger dreams than putting his hands on you.”

the tiniest bit of confidence flickers in you as you think of the perfect reply. “th-thought hanbin was the star of the soccer team...”

“hanbin hyung is NOT—...” matthew starts to rage before seeing your expression. he exhales annoyedly and pats coach yang’s desk, “just shut up and sit down.”

“on—... on the desk?” you ask with frown. “there’s a chair right here.”

“easier to see with you closer to the light,” he answers dismissively, patting the desk again. 

you oblige warily, hopping up onto the open space on coach yang’s desk— feet dangling slightly off the ground. the position feels a little too vulnerable and you eagerly await for this all to be over.

“that’s what i hate about you intellectual types,” matthew says, bending down to open the filing cabinet drawer to the right of coach yang’s desk. he pulls out a small first aid kit, lifting the white box onto the desk beside you. “who the hell doesn’t know how to catch a ball? you think you’re so fucking smart, but you have no clue when it comes to the real world.”

as matthew opens the first aid kit and pulls out an alcohol wipe, he tears the packaging open with his teeth— his biceps flexing as he throws the wrapper into the waste bin by your coach’s desk. 

“then again, i’ve heard a rumor or two that you might know more than you let on,” he says with a soft smirk, gently dabbing the wipe to your bleeding temple. you flinch slightly at the sting. “i just find it hard to believe, ya know? honestly i’m kind of surprised that you have sexual impulses at all.”

matthew laughs to himself as he pulls out an anti-infection topical, twisting the cap off with his fingers. he lifts a q-tip from the kit and covers one side in the topical serum.

“was convinced that was the case after i tried to bag you last year,” he says, dragging the q-tip across your now-clean cut. “only to find out this week that you apparently do want dick. just not mine.”

“you... you what!?” you shout, matthew putting the index finger of his free hand to your lips to keep you quiet. you glare at him until he finally removes it. “didn’t you just say you had more important people to—?”

“and i do. but, to be honest, ducky, i couldn’t help but think about the story of it all. the nerdy little prude letting the jock make a mess of you for the first time behind the bleachers. scared. helpless... euphoric,” matthew muses far too casually, tossing the q-tip in the trash and pulling out a bandage from the kit. he opens the wrapper, scrunching the paper up and laying it down on the desk next to you. “now that i know you’re... tainted... i’m just not as eager.”

“tainted?” you repeat angrily, shifting a bit on the desk. this is exactly the kind of shit you’d expect from matthew. “you really are nothing but a protein-addicted, red-pilled pig.”

he nods slowly, humming as he places the small, clear bandage on your cut— veiny hands delicately smoothing out the edges. “but you like that, don’t you, ducky?”

“no,” you deny quickly with a frown, head tilting slightly in confusion as matthew’s fingers linger at your temple. “i d-don’t.”

“mm, nice try. but this cute little wet spot right here says otherwise,” he retorts, placing a hand on each of your knees and pulling your legs apart with ease so he can get a better look at your clothed center. “i think you more than like it, actually.”

matthew starts to slide his hands up your thighs, thumbs grazing the insides as your cheeks flush. not again.

“two days in a row and you still want more?” he whispers, squeezing each of your thighs in his palms. “what? hyungs couldn’t satisfy you?”

you find yourself shaking your head involuntarily, matthew’s eyes lighting up with this news.

“can i quote you on that?” he asks with a grin, fingers on his right hand now brushing against your still-covered heat. “jiwoong hyung said you like this.”

he applies a little more pressure and, though you try to steady your breathing, a little whimper escapes as he finds your most sensitive part. 

“and hao hyung said you like surprises,” matthew says, looking up at you with lidded eyes— the tiny mole above his cheek visible in the fluorescent school light. if you didn’t know any better, you would swear he was about to kiss you. but instead, he takes a step back and folds his arms across his chest. “you’re all fixed. get up.”

luckily, you stop the pout from reaching your lips, sighing as you hop off of coach yang’s desk and onto the tile floor.

“oh, can you grab the bandaid wrapper?” he asks, putting the first aid kit back in the cabinet drawer. you turn around, looking for the paper wrapper and spotting it on the desk. 

you bend over slightly to reach it, yelping in pain when a harsh smack suddenly comes down across your ass. you fall slightly onto the top of the desk, chest flush against the wood and short gym shorts riding up your thighs.

“were you surprised enough?” matthew teases, hands pulling at the seam of your shorts to expose more of you to him. “cause i’d really like you to let me fuck you now.”

“i’m—... i s-said i wasn’t gonna let something like this happen again,” you reply, shaking your head. couldn’t you just use your brain for once this week? 

“aw, ducky. that’s really fucking pathetic,” he coos patronizingly, hooking his fingers around the crotch of your shorts and underwear and pushing them to the side. “making me so hard.”

“matthew, i can’t—,” you whimper, resolve fading fast as another sickening smack ripples across your ass cheek. “oh my god.”

you feel something start to rub lightly in between your cheeks; it’s warm, veiny and thick. you hear a low, throaty moan escape the boy behind you, his hands gripping into your hips on either side. 

“so fucking ready for me, hm?” matthew rasps and, as you turn your head to catch a glimpse of him, he bites his lip. “bet you’ve thought about this for a long time.”

of course he’s full of himself even now. you don’t care much at this moment though. the first part of his statement is embarrassingly correct: you need him right now. arrogance and all.

you buck your hips back, demanding more. though he smacks your ass again in punishment, he can’t hide his hungry panting as he reaches his hand around to start working at your aching core.

“fuuuck,” he breathes, grinding his length against you more passionately. with each shallow rut, both the tip of his cock and his meaty fingers stimulate the arousal between your thighs even more— rendering you a moaning mess. “easy. fucking told them it’d be easy.”

your high is steadily approaching as the abuse continues on your swollen heat, ears only filled with lust as you block out his mumbling. “matthew, please. i think... ‘m gonna—.”

“let go for me, little duck,” he coaxes, rhythm starting to falter. “yeah? then i can fuck y—.”

“matthew-sshi!?” coach yang’s voice suddenly bellows through the locked office door. “open this door right NOW!”

“no fucking way,” matthew whines loudly as you scramble off of your teacher’s desk— shifting the crotch of your shorts back into place as he slams a fist down on the filing cabinet next to you. “we weren’t finished! i thought i was gonna be the one to—.”

“one... two...” coach yang starts counting down, causing matthew to run to the door and open it immediately. such a petulant child, you think as you ignorie the feeling of your arousal starting to drip down your thigh.

“are you kidding me!? this is the third person i’ve caught you doing this with in here this semester alone, matthew-sshi,” coach yang reprimands as soon as he steps inside, throwing his clipboard down on the floor and removing his baseball cap. 

was matthew about to face serious consequences for this? i mean, he did purposely injure you as a ruse to have sex with him... probably.

“but you’re the team’s best centre-back. you’ve gotta support hanbin out there,” coach yang says with a sigh, matthew subtly rolling his eyes at the mention of his superior hyung. “i just can’t bench you for saturday’s game.”

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes wide at matthew’s ability to evade punishment. it’s not just infuriating: it’s impressive.

“thank you coach,” matthew says, suddenly turning on that cute charm like the gumiho he must truly be. “i won’t let you down.”

“(y/n)-sshi,” coach yang calls, turning to look at you. “you’ll be cleaning soccer balls after every class until the end of the unit.”

“WHAT!?” you screech in shock. you’ve never received so much as a disciplinary warning in your entire academic career. “but—... but—.”

“you can clean the tennis balls next unit too, if you like,” he says, picking up his clipboard from off the ground and replacing his baseball cap onto his head. “and stop with the ducking, will you? i don’t need a lawsuit on my hands.”

you nod, your entire face burning as your coach looks anywhere but at you. you can’t say you blame him.

“c’mon, matthew-sshi. team meeting in fifteen minutes,” he instructs, walking out of his office. matthew starts to follow, but turns around in the doorway.

“meet me after practice, we can—,” he whispers, until a hand latches around the collar of his shirt and pulls him away, leaving you all on your lonesome in the small gymnasium office.

so... wednesday hadn’t gone how you’d hoped. no use crying over spilled milk (or spilled blood). thursday would be a better day.

but maybe purchasing a chastity belt wouldn’t be such a bad idea in the mean time.

[luvyurself]

harvest festival

a/n : I HATE HIM I HATE HIM AUGHHHHH HES SECRETLY SO IN LOVE WITH HIS S/O I JUST KNOW IT

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c/w : she/her pronouns, togami being himself, but he wuvs you, he really really wuvs you, he’s so ooc, he cares about you more than his fight for inheritance, it’s disgusting, HUEGHHHHH, reader is a sweetheart, reader is implied to be middle class, he does not care tho, she grew up with a loving family, MORE READERS WITH HAPPY FAMILIES PLEASEEEE

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“I’m going to be cleaning hay out of my pants for weeks now, thank you very much.” byakuya scowled, brushing off his backside and giving her a glare.

she didn’t bristle at the slightest, “oh come on, ‘kuya, you loved it.” she smiled, making his eyes roll at the nickname.

“I did not, it was bumpy, cramped, and quite frankly,” he pushed his glasses up his nose, “anything but enjoyable.” he spoke, crossing his arms and huffing his hot air.

the smile on her face grew a little bigger, a teasing one, “oh…you’re just saying that, and besides,” she tapped his hand, a signal to want to hold his, “it wasn’t even cramped, you just pressed yourself next to me to get away from the others on the ride.”

he opens his mouth to give a retort, but nothing comes out. he just shut his mouth, his hand going into hers and giving her a lax grip, “just….shut up already.” he mumbled, his face slightly flushing as he felt her warm hand in his.

she hummed, letting go of the teasing and pulling him along with her, “come on, there’s just one more thing I want to show you.”

he let her pull her along, the stoic expression never leaving his face, but he couldn’t deny that stupid feeling of butterfly’s in his stomach when she did so.

byakuya would swear up and down that he let her drag him away from his luxurious mansion to the harvest festival to “shut her up,” but he knows that was a complete lie.

before meeting her, he would have never entertain the thought of even doing, in his parents words, “filthy commoner” activities. they practically drilled it into his and his siblings heads that they had absolutely no time for anything “fun”, making sure that they all focused on one thing: competing for the togami name.

doing something other than stressing about battling for inheritance, felt really good. he could practically feel the stress from earlier melting away little by little.

now here he was, getting pulled by his girlfriend to an open area and stopping, bouncing in her spot as she glanced at him, “I promise, we’re almost done, I just needed to show you this one thing.”

he rose a brow at her, about to spew some nonsense on how it better have been worth it before he flinched at the sudden loud noise and looked up.

up in the sky, a single firework lit up the sky, with more following and shining down with the multiple colors.

she stared up at the sky, smiling at the colors, “this used to be my favorite event of the festival….I loved to watch it with my family.”

he stood silent, taking in everything. he thought about how she would always bring him to such simple mundane things, like simply going shopping, a walk in the park, or even just inviting him to her home with her family.

as much as he acted like he was too good for such things, he found himself looking forward for anything she had planned for them, no matter how simple it was to him.

because to her, it meant the whole world.

she didn’t have a mansion, she didn’t have a family competing with each other, she was just surrounded with love.

and byakuya found himself not caring in the slightest about her upbringing, even though he was raised with the mindset of only dating the richest people and to never settle for less.

he cleared his throat, awkwardly bringing his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him, “well….I guess it was worth it.” he spoke, never taking his eyes off the sky.

she felt her ears grow warm and her heart speed up at the action. he never initiated any other form of contact other than hand holding, in fact he was firmly against pda.

of course she had no problem with that, but she couldn’t deny the giddy feeling in her stomach when he did so.

she leaned her head on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh in contentment, “I’m glad you indulge in my little ideas….I know you go to more extravagant ones than this.”

he hummed, letting himself squeeze her waist a tiny bit, “well…..for what it’s worth,” he paused, letting his gaze go to her as he tried to find his words. he stared at the way the fireworks lit up her face, making her more beautiful to him.

and for the first time in a long time, byakuya togami was love struck.

“this is….better than the ones I’ve ever attended before.” his tone was a bit awkward and stiff, but she could tell he meant it.

her heart raced even faster at that, the smile on her face growing a bit as she turned to him, “yeah….me too..” she whispered to him going back to watching the firework show.

the end of his lips twitched upwards, moving his gaze back towards the sky once more.

he let himself come to a conclusion, he won’t let anything get in the way of what they had.

if he inherits the family name, he wants her to be right by his side and give her everything and more.

And if he doesn’t, he wouldn’t mind one bit starting a new life with her.

maybe living a simple life wouldn’t be so bad.

course he would never admit it.

[bouncybongfairy]

Miscommunication

Izuku Midoriya x Fem Reader

Summary: As a new student at U.A. you are pretty overwhelmed with the workload and training hours. You're used to having a lot on your plate but this is an entirely new level you didn't prepare yourself to be at. After turning down Deku's offer to go out with a group of students to get food. You end up falling asleep while you are studying and wake up starving. While looking for something to eat in the kitchen, you encounter the green-haired boy who won't stop sending you mixed singles. You end up using your quirk to see what he thinks of you in his dreams.

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Part 2 Is now up!

Being enrolled in U.A. wasn’t as manageable as you thought. Everyone warns you that it’s going to be a lot of work but you were always a really active student. Sports, clubs, honors classes, and yes the workload could get heavy from time to time but it became over your head. Now that you are a U.A. high student, you were barely managing the bare minimum. Living away from home was a bit stressful as well, you missed having your parents right around the corner if you needed them. You were currently in your dorm, typing away at your computer. Trying desperately to find filler words to make your essay 2000 words. It was Friday which you used to look forward to but now, it was the one day a week when not only your body but your mind was the sorest. After training every day after school on top of how hard the educational material makes you feel like you had nothing left. Even though you were exhausted you were trying to get your homework for Monday done tonight. You really had to power through it sometimes but it always made the weekend more enjoyable when you didn’t have to worry about it. There was a soft knock on your door. 

“Come in!” you called out. The door opens and Deku enters the room. 

“Hey Y|N, a couple of us were gonna go out and grab something to eat. I just wanted to let you know, extend the invite,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“Awe thank you for the invite but I think I’m gonna stay here and work on some assignments. Thank you for offering though, that’s very sweet of you,” you politely decline. 

“Are you sure? We're only gonna be gone for an hour, we weren’t planning on being out for a while,” he insisted. 

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it without this essay being done. I really appreciate it though,” you said, he gave you an understanding smile before leaving your room. 

You could never read Deku, there were times you felt like he was flirting with you but he was so nice to everyone. Sometimes you thought maybe you just weren’t used to boys at your school who were so well mannered. Therefore you were romanticizing how he goes out of his way to be nice. In class or at lunch, you would sometimes catch him staring. Or during training, you would notice that he would coincidentally become your partner in a lot of combat drills. You would always brush this off as him trying to make you feel welcomed as the new girl but there were other times that you were so sure he was trying to send a message. One time when you were walking back from the kitchen to your dorm when you ran into him. The conversation wasn’t anything remarkable but, you could feel like he was trying to make conversation out of nothing; like he wanted to keep you in his presence longer. Finally, when you finish the rough draft of your essay, you give yourself a pat on the back feeling quite happy. You close your laptop and go to grab your math textbook and the three pages of unsolved equations. As you got off the bed you could feel how sore your muscles were, it was as if you could feel every single muscle in your body pulling as you stretched. You lay back down on your stomach and start the first problem but you were passed out onto the book before you could start problem 4. 

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was a drool stain on your book which you tried to wipe away. You grabbed your phone to see what time it was only to discover you were asleep for a little over 2 hours. It was 11:00 pm and your stomach was hurting from how hungry you were. You sat up on your bed and threw your old tee shirt off and grabbed a fresh one. After putting on some sweatpants and a pair of socks, you make your way to the kitchen. It must have been a tough week because the entire dormitory was silent. Other than a few T.V.s or radios playing from some student’s rooms you could hear a pin drop. You start to rummage through different cupboards and the fridge, not really finding anything. You grab a diet coke and continue looking. 

“I brought you back some-” Deku started but was interrupted by you practically jumping 5 feet in the air. 

“Holy shit Deku you scared the crap out of me,” you said, grabbing your heart to check if it was still in your chest. 

“Sorry I just wanted to tell you that I brought you some take-out,” he said, going into the fridge and pulling out two containers. 

“Thank you, here let me grab my wallet,” you said, setting the food on the counter. 

“No, don't worry about it,” he said. 

“Well.. thank you. I would have eaten something instant,” you said, putting one of the containers in the microwave. 

It was moments like these where you got mixed singles. He could have left a note, knocked on your door, or even texted you to let you know that he got you food. It seemed like he was waiting for you, to be able to talk to you in person. It was so refreshing to be around a guy like Izuku. He was just so genuine and you could tell he was never trying to act cool or tough. Which was how most boys in your class acted. He was just so sweet and kind but still could be powerful and forward when he needed to be. It was just so awkward because imagine confessing your feelings to someone who doesn’t feel the same way AND having to live with that person after. The idea of that seemed less than pleasant to you. 

“It’s no problem, I’ve forgotten to eat when I’m studying. Even worse after really intense training, makes my stomach feel like it’s eating itself,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” you said.

“So I know you’re new and I heard overheard that your quirk has to do with sleep. Instead of assuming I thought I’d just ask you personally what exactly it is,” Deku said.

“I can travel into people’s dreams and talk to their subconscious,” you said, taking the food out of the microwave. 

“Oh okay, so Are you planning on working at Midnight’s agency once you get certified?” he asked.

“Yeah, hopefully, because our quirks work so well together she’ll pick me as one of her sidekicks. I think it would be cool to have a costume made by her stylist, she always looks so cool,” you giggled then blowing on your food to help cool it down. 

“Yeah you would look great,” he said probably before he really thought about it. When you looked up he had a deep red blush painted across his freckles. 

“Am I- or like, I thought you and Uraraka were dating,” you said, putting a lid on the food. 

“What? No, we’re not together and I just-” he started. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry or anything,” you said. 

“No, it’s okay but why do you ask?” he asked. 

“I was just asking, sorry I know it was random. Thank you again for the food,” you said walking back to your dorm. 

You felt like such a coward, you were just thinking to yourself how you were getting tired of not knowing how he felt. That was the perfect opportunity to ask him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not to mention that you were juggling a lot and would adding a guy to that really be helping things? Probably not but you couldn’t help how you feel. You sat on your bed and started picking at the food, it upset you that you didn’t have the courage to ask him if he liked you. You started considering if you should dream walk. Normally you wouldn’t go into someone’s dreams to pry into their subconscious but you felt like you were in between a rock and a hard place. At least if the answer was no, it wouldn’t be awkward from day to day seeing him in class and in the common areas. Obviously, Uraraka had a thing for him and you didn’t want to cause any drama or anything but at the same time if she seriously wanted Izuku she would have had him by now. You set the food on your desk and took a shower, you were still considering whether to carry out your plan or not. You turn the water to be as scolding as your skin could take, using your fingernails to really scrub the shampoo into your scalp. After rinsing, you change into some comfortable clothes and begin to start setting up your room. You don’t need candles to enter a person’s dream but you notice that it helps keep you more focused and to stay for longer periods of time. Arranging the candles into a circle and sitting in the middle, you finally began. You closed your eyes and started focusing on whose dream you wanted to enter: Izuku’s.

It was dark at first but then you could see visions of his dreams. Most people assume it’s only one dream a person has at night but it’s actually a collection of different events in your life that your brain jumps back and forth from. Taking out pieces and allowing your imagination to reconstruct those pieces. For example: if you ever dreamed that you were hanging with friends then suddenly you were at school or work. That’s your brain jumping back and forth from dream to dream. You could see in the center of the pitch-black space was Izuku sleeping in his bed, snoring away. You hold back a small chuckle before looking above him and seeing his dreams. He had a couple of different scenarios, one of him fighting a nameless villain, most likely caused by how much he was training. One of him at what you assumed to be his mother’s house, eating at the dining room table. The next one took your breath away, it was you while you were battling Momo during a combat drill. You expanded the dream, looking at all the different scenarios of yourself. In one of them, I could see him at his desk, drawing a character page about you. When he flipped the page over, he was drawing what he imagined your room to look like. This warmed your heart, it was just so sweet. There was one more scenario of you sitting at the lunch table with a couple of your friends. You were really excited to know that you were right, that he did like you. After exiting his dream and returning back to your room, you blow out the candles. Letting the wax solidify a bit before putting it away. By this time the sun was starting to rise and you were utterly exhausted. 

Your hair was somewhat dry and the dark circles under your eyes were extremely puffy. Even though you were so disheveled and tired, you couldn’t help but be thrilled about knowing Izuku liked you back. Or at least thought about you at the very least. Right as you were about to lay down, there was a knock at your door. You throw your hair into a quick bun before opening the door. Your face burns a vibrant red when you see that it’s Izuku. His hair was messy, more so than usual. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his sweatpants hung low, showing his boxers. His eyes were squinty and his brow furrowed. 

“Did you go into my dreams last night?” he asks with a raspy voice, leaving you completely speechless.