#'teases you for being awkward' sociable

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Okay you got me. Tell me about PP 1980

Okay, so XD

Imagine you had a BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice that was 5 hours long, faithful to the book, and yet having a different perspective/understanding/interpretation of the characters and the story? That's P&P 1980 in a nutshell, and I think it is worth watching just for that. But here are some other concrete things it has going for it, specially in relation to other adaptations:

The casting is closer in age than 95, and on one specific important case, closer than 05 too: Lady Catherine de Bourgh is played by an actress in her mid 40s, and she nails the absolute Opinionated Facebook AuntTM thing that the character has going in the novel.

It's not the only case of closer accuracy to the book in characters: Mr Collins is a young, tall, big guy, whose main issue is being very small minded, petty, and obsequent, instead of recurring to "he's greasy or slimy" as other adaptations do.

If you agree/like the "Darcy has autism" headcanon, this is the adaptation that leans the most heavily into it (it does overdo it, in my opinion, but there's a very interesting contrast between the flat affect of his facial expression, and the richness of inflexion in his voice)

Elizabeth Garvie's Lizzy is just... extraordinary. This adaptation circumvents the Jane-as-prettier-than-Lizzy issue by casting as Lizzy an actress with big, dark, very expressive eyes, small features and a very lively, sharp countenance and manners, whereas Jane's actress is tall and graceful and has a general air of kindness and sweetness, but in a very youthful way.

Speaking of Jane, this adaptation focuses much more on the sisters as sisters, and gives special emphasis to Lizzy's love for Jane, which I appreciate a lot.

Also speaking of Jane, Jane and Bingley are the cutest in this. They are given time, and he's kind and sociable and sweet without being an idiot. This adaptation includes that great line of his about how he wouldn't mind Darcy so much if he wasn't so tall, and the following comment about how Darcy can be fastidious of a Sunday evening.

That way, this adaptation includes several fan favorite scenes/lines that don't usually make it to adaptation, such as Darcy asking Lizzy to dance a reel, Lizzy playing and singing at a party in Meryton, Caroline teasing Darcy about putting uncle and aunt Phillips on the Pemberley portrait gallery, and the "I cannot fix the hour or the spot..." line. EDIT: also, the coffee pot scene!! and the rivalry between Mrs Bennet and Lady Lucas!

I also think it balances well how awful, in different ways, both Mr and Mrs Bennet (EDIT: and she's not insufferably shrill!!!!) are as parents (unlike how 95 and 05 "pick sides"); it emphasizes how self centered her efforts are, and how lazy and callous he can be in his mockery and indolence.

The opening sequence of each episode is a roll of a hand-drawn summary of the events of the episode and that's such a lovely detail.

Mind you, the adaptation is not without its faults. The production values are not what we are accustomed to nowadays. Some acting and lines are stilted and/or awkward. It has the odd choice here and there that is involuntarily funny. But I don't think people need discouragement from seeing it. I don't even think most of the general Austen fandom is aware of its existence. For my part, it has become my favorite adaptation of P&P (that I have watched so far; I haven't gotten yet to either 1967 or the Italian one).

[anzulvr]

hey there how are you doing? :3 may I request Karma and Itona (separately ofc! [I read the request page, hehe] )x reader where reader is kind of awkward in nature? Like reader will stand behind them and internally motivating herself but if they turn around before reader is ready and ask her if she wants something, reader will get flustered and walk away while throwing some mean words like,"Like what makes you think I want something from you?" And moment they are out of sight, she's like 'why I say that?' I know I how have simply mentioned a tsundere reader but they are usually violent but I really need was awkward and a flustered reader,,,, oh well hopefully it isn't confusing much. don't forget to eat your meal and stay positive<3

— Karma / Itona with Akwkard! (Fem, Tsundere) Reader

SO CUTE. So relatable. First Itona one on my page too so pretty fun thank you for the request!

KARMA:

He’s the type to catch on to your feelings quickly, because he’s so perceptive (and his slight ego) you’re not hiding your feelings from him no matter how many times you deny it.

He pushes it, making fun of you every chance he gets because he knows you’ll give a reaction.

“[Name]? Focus on the board not me, this is why you don’t understand the homework.”

“No one is staring at you! And I actually do understand this one!”

(You were staring and, no you didn’t understand the lesson either.)

Being mean to him on accident is a common occurrence, as a result you get mad at yourself for the rest of the day.

During class you’re all outside practicing knife maneuvers, Karasuma demonstrated earlier but you were “having trouble.”

(You could do it just fine but you wanted an excuse to get Karma to help you)

And he does help you, he grabs your hand a mimics the slashing motion, until:

“Alright [Name]- now try it on your own!”

“I still can’t… can you teach me from the beginning?”

“You just want me to grab your hand again.”

You swung the Anti-Koro Knife at him so fast, without a second thought.

All he had to say was, “So, you can do it?”

He’s aware you can’t bring yourself to confess, but he’s not going easy on you- he finds it more entertaining to see you struggle than just telling you he likes you himself!

He’s going to tease it out of you someday, that’s why you’re his favorite target.

ITONA:

Itona has no idea you like him, he’s the most oblivious person ever.

Especially with the way you act around him, all jumpy and awkward- he thought people only did that when they disliked someone.

He was so blind to your advances until Terasaka and the rest of his friends spelled it out for him.

Maehara was especially encouraging, (as much as he can be in his own way!) “You’ve got a chance with [Name] so take it before I steal her away with my charms!”

(Isogai is always right behind humbling him)

“Take your time Itona, don’t worry there’s no way in hell she’s gonna go for Maehara.”

The concept of relationships always felt far to him (this is also true with Karma but they have different reasons. Itona has been programmed to see relationships as trivial and unimportant while Karma cannot stand the idea of anyone being close enough to exploit his weaknesses.)

You were talking with Terasaka of all people, he was making you laugh so hard tears started to fall from your eyes.

Going as far as to grab onto him for support because your ribs were hurting.

Itona was fighting the urge to prove himself better, but he’s not exactly the most socially conscious or extroverted person, so he shook the unfamiliar feeling off.

Usually, he can fight people to showcase his superiority or strength but this wasn’t the same. He couldn’t fight Terasaka to prove he could make you laugh harder. He was confused as to why he would even want that!

He tries to learn to be more sociable by watching how his classmates interact.

When he finally gathers his resolve to make a joke it comes out of his mouth so unnaturally stiff.

The type of delivery that’s so bad it’s funnier that the joke.

Even if it wasn’t for the reason he intended, you still laughed and in his opinion it was way more genuine than when you were with Terasaka.

Sooo he wins!

[another-lost-mc]

The Date [Part 2] | KARASU x gn!Reader

2k words | SFW | Fluff | Developing Relationship

Content warnings: Cute first date! Protective/teasing Lucifer, lots of fluff with a bit of awkward flirting.

Feathered Friends AU: [Part 1] [NSFW Part 3]

obey me masterlist | karasu masterlist

You’ve gone on dates before, so why are you so nervous?

No, it’s not even a date. It’s dinner - a casual, friendly dinner with Karasu.

So what if you talk to him every day, or if he visited you at the House of Lamentation twice this week? You’re still not sure how you didn’t notice he left his tie on your desk, but he looked so happy to see you when he came back for it the next day. He even brought a box of pastries from Madam Scream’s for you to share with everyone.

When you mentioned to Lucifer last night you wouldn’t be home for dinner, he didn’t seem the least bit surprised when you said you were going out for a totally normal dinner with Karasu.

“It’s not a problem, is it?” you asked him. Lucifer seemed surprised at first when you told him who you had plans with, but then his look became contemplative.

“No, not at all. I’ve seen him at formal gatherings in the past, but he’s not known for being sociable.” Lucifer tapped his chin. “But I suppose there are worse demons you could be interested in. He might do a better job keeping an eye on you than my brothers have been.”

“I’m not - it’s not like that, we’re just -” you sputtered as your cheeks grew warm. It didn’t help that your D.D.D. suddenly pinged with a new message, and you resisted the urge to check to see what Kara-what the person wanted.

Lucifer’s amused smirk didn’t help matters, but he waved you out of his private study. “Go on, it seems that your not-a-date requires your attention.” 

Karasu promised he would meet you at RAD and take you to dinner afterwards at Hell’s Kitchen. He originally offered to make reservations at Ristorante Six, but you balked at his suggestion and requested something a little less formal (and expensive). You can’t help but glance down at your RAD uniform, wrinkled slightly from a busy day of classes and following the demon brothers around while they got up to their usual antics.

Your hands are clammy and you feel like you’re sweating through your uniform. You try to smooth down your jacket and wonder if you have time to go home and change quickly, but Mammon suddenly nudges your shoulder. “Hey, what’s with the crow?”

Your eyes shoot up and you see Karasu standing near the campus gates. His outfit is a bit less formal than you’re used to; he’s still wearing a suit, but his tie is gone and the top buttons of his shirt are undone. He looks - he looks so - 

“Good evening,” he greets everyone smoothly as your group approaches him. He meets your gaze and a small smile spreads across his face. “I believe my friend and I have reservations at Hell’s Kitchen, but it was nice to see you all again.”

Lucifer stops in front of Karasu and they exchange a few hushed words you can’t hear. Some of the brothers snicker (and you think the disgruntled rumbling comes from Levi) when Karasu shakes Lucifer’s hand like this is some formal meet-the-parent thing. It’s not that big of a deal! It’s dinner, and–

“I expect you’ll escort them home at a reasonable hour,” Lucifer drawls quietly. His voice interrupts your flustered inner monologue, and there’s an amused glint in his eye that you know is meant to make you squirm under his scrutiny.

Karasu doesn’t seem to get the joke, but he nods solemnly anyway. “Of course.” He turns to you and holds out his arm. You hesitate only for a moment before you link your arm with his and try to stamp down the wave of shyness fluttering in your belly. Lucifer steers his brothers towards home, and Mammon’s nosy protests - yo, where are they goin’?! - fade away.

When you’re finally alone, Karasu offers you a beaming, genuine smile. “Shall we?”

You’re not sure what to expect when Karasu escorts you to dinner. Hell’s Kitchen can be rambunctious during the evening service hours, but he planned ahead and reserved a corner booth near the back of the dining area. Not only does it offer you a bit more privacy, but it’s not as noisy, either. You both look relieved when you take your seats and finally relax.

Karasu has some difficulty picking something off the menu. He bites his lip when he concentrates on skimming his options on the menu - it’s kind of cute. “I’m afraid I don’t eat out often,” he admits bashfully while he flips through the pages.

Eventually he settles on a salad of Devildom greens, seeds, and something cooked extra-rare. It doesn’t take long for your dishes to arrive; he hums happily after his first forkful of food. He asks how you’re enjoying your own dish, and he shyly accepts a bit of your own entrée when you offer it to him.

Conversation flows slowly but comfortably between bites of delicious food. Karasu asks you about your classes, your new computer, and how things are going at the House of Lamentation. You tell him about a book you borrowed from Satan that you’ve been reading and that Beel has been helping you try new Devildom foods and drinks. He seems pleased the brothers are opening up to you more than they were before.

“And how have things been with Leviathan?” he asks curiously, looking down at his plate.

Huh. “Fine, I think? He asked if I wanted to borrow a game he bought off Akuzon. He said he didn’t like it but he couldn’t return it because it was used.” Now that you think about it, he hasn’t insulted you in a couple days. Maybe he was going through a rougher adjustment period than his brothers were after your arrival?

Karasu looks thoughtful while he chews his food. He’s silent for a moment, and the smile he offers you is wide and shows a hint of teeth. “Good,” he says, nodding towards your nearly-empty plate. “Are you still hungry? You can order something else if you like.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Who do you think I am, Beel?”

But Karasu’s smile is teasing now, and he pretends to look around for the server so he can order more food for you. You shake your head and put your hand on his to stop him from calling someone over. He startles a bit at your touch, and his eyes are wide with surprise when he turns towards you.

“I’m not hungry. Well, mostly.” You bite your lip. “Maybe we can split a dessert?”

Karasu doesn’t like sweets very much, and everything on Hell’s Kitchen dessert menu is loaded with more sugar and chocolate than he would enjoy. He doesn’t want to ruin the mood, so he hands you the dessert menu and watches you flip through the pages excitedly. He figures he can stomach a forkful or two of dessert for you, if it’ll make you as happy as you are now.

Dessert isn't such a horrible disaster after all. Karasu doesn’t realize that he crinkles his nose when you read off all the chocolate-laden dessert options from the tiny menu in your hands. He seems intrigued when you find a fruit salad option that comes with various dips on the side, and you order that for both of you to share.

You sip your water and let him pick some of the fruit pieces first; you’re curious to see what he likes and what he avoids. He skips over the chocolate dip entirely and slides the small dish across the table to you. You both giggle happily when you each eat your fruit and realize how ridiculous you’re being.

When the server comes to the table to collect your dessert dishes, they lean towards you and say in a mock whisper, “The bill’s already been paid.” They nod toward Karasu and wink at you before they walk away.

You look down and reach into your pocket for your wallet. You’re determined to pay for something tonight - the dessert, your drink, the server’s tip - because you’re not sure you want to get your hopes up and assume this perfectly normal dinner between two friends is anything more than that.

The offer dies in your throat when you meet Karasu’s gaze. He’s resting his elbows on the table and his chin is sitting on his folded hands. His eyes are so warm and fond, and there’s that little smile of his - the one that seems reserved for you, the one you never see him use with anyone else.

He knows what you’re going to say, and he shakes his head. “Maybe next time,” he murmurs, but you both know it’s a lie. His eyes darken the longer he stares at you, and your cheeks heat up - suddenly, you can’t bring yourself to care when he looks at you like that.

As promised, Karasu walks you home before it gets too late so Lucifer doesn't start pestering you about your whereabouts. You’re full from dinner and dessert, and the earlier feelings of nervousness are replaced with satisfaction and contentment. You talk quietly about mundane, random topics - but more often than not, you simply enjoy each other’s quiet company. 

Your arms brush against each other when you walk, and the first few times your fingers touch, you pull away nervously. You glance at him from the corner of your eye to try and gauge his reaction. Eventually, you both glance at each other at the same time, and his grin is just as shy as yours. You make the impulsive leap to finally lace your fingers together with his; he looks straight ahead, but he’s still smiling and his hand squeezes yours. Neither of you speak as you approach the House of Lamentation, but it finally feels like you don’t need to.

When you’re both standing outside the front door, Karasu rocks back and forth on his heels - a rare sign of nervousness for him. “Thank you for joining me tonight,” he says politely, but his voice is a bit lower now, and it feels more intimate than the times he speaks to you in public with others nearby. 

You’re learning so much about him, but…

“Kay?” you say his name nervously. “Was tonight a date?” You’re so certain that it was, but that little voice full of self-doubt is telling you not to get too ahead of yourself. 

He frowns and he looks down at your hands that are still locked together between you. “Well, yes, I thought I made that clear. Was it not obvious?”

A bit of nervous laughter bubbles out of you and you shake your head. “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t misinterpreting things. You’re…” Thoughtful? Wonderful? Too handsome for someone as plain as me? “...you’re amazing, and tonight was perfect. Thank you.”

He’s not smiling at you anymore, but his eyes are glossy and shimmer like deep ruby pools you could drown in if you’re not careful. His eyes flicker between yours, and he glances down at your lips. Your breath hitches with anticipation, but you’re just as surprised when he brings the back of your hand to his lips and brushes a kiss there. It’s a soft, sweet gesture, but it feels like more. You let your fingers detangle from his when he finally steps back.

“Sweet dreams. I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” he promises.

You open the door and step inside after you wish him goodnight one more time. When you slip inside and the door closes behind you, Karasu disappears in a gust of wind and flurry of black feathers.

You walk to your room in a daze. You have enough sense to let Lucifer know you’ve returned home safely, but you ignore his other prying questions while you get ready for bed. Karasu only sends you one more message to let you know he arrived home safely and he hopes you sleep well.

You trace the back of your hand with your fingertips and bring them to your lips, and you think about the possibility of next time as you finally drift off to sleep.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I am on here on a daily basis to see if you’ve written anything new, i am on my hands and knees for your writing 😭 it’s so fucking good!

Could I request a Marilyn Thornhill fic where it’s a fem reader who is very shy, and innocent. Kinda a corruption kink on Marilyn’s end, and she’s had her eyes on reader for a long time, reader just thought she was being friendly and would never reciprocate her feelings until one day reader ends up in detention for skipping Marilyn’s class because she couldn’t handle seeing her that day, she felt really frustrated that she has feelings for her botany teacher and doesn’t know how to get over her. She didn’t realize however Marilyn had detention duty that week and after dinner when she headed down to the detention hall it was only her and Marilyn. Reader panics and Marilyn ends up coming over to her desk and teasing her, saying she can’t lie to her and she knows why she skipped her class. She ends up teasing reader, she’s got a massive dumbification kink and she saying things to her like, “you’re so dumb for me already honeh? I haven’t even touched you yet”. She ends up roughly fucking reader on the desk, and with her strap, her mouth, and fingers. Then after they have sex reader gets upset because she doesn’t want this to be a one time thing and Marilyn comforts her.

(I feel like it’s definitely cannot that Marilyn has a mommy kink so if you wouldn’t mind adding that)

Ily sm I hope you read this!! Ur one of my fav people 🫶

Yesss!!! here it is!!!! Thank you very much for your words, I'm so happy to read them!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))) <3<3<3<3<3

Teacher's favorite

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, first time, dom! Marilyn, slightly dark Marilyn, strap on, kinks everywhere

Word count: 7,952

Summary: You were having a hard time. You love your teacher, but you never thought if she felt the same way…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“(Y/N), where are you?” Your friend asked, nudging you and waking you up from the fantasy world you were daydreaming about. You shook your head and grumbled. You always hated being woken up from a fantasy, especially lately.

“I'm here…” You whispered, trying not to get your teacher's attention. Your cheeks were flushed and you started to get nervous for the fear of being found out.

It might have been Nevermore, but you were still the shy girl you'd always been. If it weren't for the fact that your classmates had the gift of sociability, you probably would never have come into contact with anyone at the academy.

You weren't averse to having friends, but you always had a hard time. Although having them had its advantages and disadvantages, like interrupting your mental images in the middle of a class, plus another series of awkward questions that scrutinized your sexuality and your possible romances within the school.

As expected, you didn't have any relationship with any of your classmates, you weren't interested, no matter how much your friends insisted over and over again in your nocturnal meetings.

You never liked explaining yourself, but you would have if you could. The fact is that you couldn't, you couldn't tell anyone who owned your dreams and fantasies.

“What were you thinking? You seemed very happy,” Divina teased, raising and lowering her eyebrows rapidly. You shook your head and from the tremor that appeared in your hands, one of your pens fell to the ground. You looked at your friend with a frown and bent down to pick it up.

“Shut up, that isn’t your business,” you said in a whisper, more brusque than usual.

“(Y/N)…” The voice you least expected said. Marilyn Thornhill, your teacher, had stopped the class, and she was looking at you with her arms crossed. You froze, your legs trembled, and your face turned even redder. “Would you mind repeating what I just said?” She asked, knowing that she had just caught you in a compromising situation.

Your whole body was a jumble of nerves, and the embarrassment and amused looks from your classmates were like electric shocks that prevented you from speaking like a girl your age, and not like a five-year-old one.

“I, I'm sorry, Miss Thornhill... I think I didn't hear you correctly,” you said in a low, barely audible voice.

The teacher looked at you funny, between subtle laughs from the rest of your classmates.

“Oh, isn’t my voice loud enough?” She asked, wryly. “Maybe you should sit here so you can hear me,” she said, pointing to an empty desk in the first row. You looked both ways, looking for some help, which of course you didn't get, and stood up, stumbling awkwardly against the chair, while your friend laughed.

“We'll see if you laugh later…” You whispered threateningly. You weren't going to do anything, but you couldn't just shut up, at that moment your heart was beating so fast that you thought you were going to faint.

Looking down at the floor, you walked to the front row and dropped your books on the desk, sitting down, keeping your head down, trying not to meet the redhead's eyes.

“Surely from here you can hear me...” The teacher sighed, forcing you to look at her. You nodded, breathing hard. Marilyn was too close, closer than she had ever been. That was not good, not at all.

Smiling with satisfaction, Marilyn walked back a few steps and continued with her class.

Having her right in front of you was a worse distraction than your gossiping friend.

At first you didn't want to admit it. You fought with yourself not to feel what you felt, but you couldn't control it. You always fell in love with the least suitable person, and in this case, she was none other than your botany teacher, whom you now saw very closely, almost like in your dreams. All your rational side told you to forget her, that it was an impossible love, that you would suffer as you did so many times in the past.

But it was too intense. The nerves and the feeling that just seeing her caused you were unbearable. It only fed your fantasies, your desire to be more than just a student for her. Something that would never be possible, something you could only dream of.

Her smile was like a drug for you, her voice was the best of sedatives, she calmed you down, made you smile. You were so in love and you couldn't fight it, you just hoped that the day of great disappointment would come soon, that you would finally discover that a girl like you could never be with someone like her. You needed that day, urgently, otherwise you thought you would be lost forever, that there would be no remedy for you.

The bell rang and you sighed in relief. You were supposed to take notes, but you couldn't. You had her so close, you could smell her perfume, notice each of her gestures, her smiles. It was too much for you, and all you could do at that moment was to run fast, without looking back. That whole day seemed to be against you. Marilyn stopped right in front of your desk and leaned towards you with an amused gesture.

“I hope you don't hold a grudge against me for having ordered you to sit here, (Y/N)… I didn't mean to embarrass you,” she She told you kindly, once the last of your classmates left the conservatory. You trembled and took a deep breath to be able to answer.

“It's okay…” You whispered. “I think I was a little distracted today.”

She smiled at you, waving her hand dismissively.

“Oh, well, it's normal to be distracted, sometimes even I lose my mind,” she said amused, leaning on her desk and crossing her arms. “Don't take it as a punishment, okay? I'm just trying to get my best student to pay attention,” she told you, winking at you.

You were on the verge of having a heart attack, but you had to be firm, behave like you were supposed to. You felt warmth on your cheeks and a heart rate that was out of the normal range for a person.

“Your best student?” You repeated as if you were a drooling robot. She looked at you curiously, but she smiled, picking up a piece of paper that was on the table.

“Your term assignment is the best, (Y/N)… I'm convinced that you would pass my subject without paying attention…” She whispered, looking at the paper carefully.

You were in a cloud, her compliments only made the love you felt worse. She was always that way, kind, calm, good... But it wasn't something exceptional, it was very strange not to see her smiling, or treating one of your classmates kindly.

“Tha, thank you…” You murmured, gaining enough strength to get up from the desk and pick up your stuff awkwardly.

“Ah, (Y/N)…” Marilyn stopped you before you went out the door and could breathe. You looked back after squeezing your eyes shut. “You don't have to sit here tomorrow, unless that's what you want, of course...” She said with a somewhat disturbing tone, or that was what your imagination thought.

Discretion was probably not your best skill, since those last words left you almost dizzy, causing you to collide with absolutely everything when leaving the conservatory, it even seemed to you that Marilyn was laughing.

You sighed heavily as you left the building, and then, after all this time, you realized that maybe you had a problem. You had already assumed the almost insane obsession you felt for your teacher, but when she spoke to you, your whole world went crazy.

If she weren't such a kind woman, if she didn't look at you with that smile, it would be much easier to put your feet on the ground, realize reality and assume that things are the way they are, and that a girl like you would never have anything with her

That night, like every other night for a couple of months, you had your eyes rolled back, thinking about the way Marilyn spoke to you, the way she looked at you. You struggled with your reasoning to avoid thinking that kindness was exclusive to you. It wasn't, she was like that with everyone, wasn't she?

Of course she was, you weren't special, you were just a poor fool, an innocent and shy girl, who was madly in love with her teacher. You had to make an effort to forget about her, since she would never feel the same way about you, and you repeated it to yourself every night.

The next morning, everything seemed to have reset. There was no change in your thoughts. You were a coward, it was hard for you to accept reality and the determination you had at bedtime vanished with the first sun rays.

“(Y/N),” your roommate said, taking you out of your thoughts. You frowned and sat up in bed. “Stop dreaming and wake up, today is a hard day.”

You glared at her for interrupting your self-pity and shook your head, yawning.

“What's happening? Oh, don't tell me that today is the arithmetic test,” you said getting out of bed, panicking.

You were so obsessed, Marilyn took up so much space in your mind that everything else was in the background, your grades were basically suffering for not remembering your homework, or any subject that had nothing to do with botany.

“What? No, that's next week,” your friend said, with a mocking tone. “Seriously, (Y/N), what planet are you living on lately?”

You sighed in relief, looking for your stuff to go to the shower and ignoring your friend's comment. You knew she was right, but you weren't willing to give it up for a second.

“I'm just a little confused…” You muttered, preparing your backpack while you looked at your schedule.

“Well, you shouldn't be, today is the day of the botany presentation, I suppose you remember that, right?”

Your heart stopped.

She was right, that day you had to present to the whole class the work you had done the week before. Your whole body started to shake and you started to panic. In your backpack, there was this work, a neat dissertation on vines.

Normally you had a hell of a time talking in front of the whole class, but you'd never done it in botany and just thinking about it made you dizzy. Every day started like this, having an irrational fear of seeing the woman you loved, but that day there was something that made you think of horrible things, as horrible as pretending to be sick so you don't have to go to class.

You were always a good girl, studious and calm, but somehow, Marilyn made you bring out the worst things in you.

That smile from the day before, her unexpected compliments, were just fuel for your feelings, so that your heart kept burning, kept burning slowly in the hell of unrequited love.

You got into the shower without speaking to your roommate, who simply laughed at your attitude. You couldn't say the reason for your tribulations, you couldn't tell anyone, you would be the laughingstock of Nevermore, and you didn't want to go through that again, not like in your old normi institute.

The hot water ran through your body and your mind works with forced steps to come up with some way to skip that class, to avoid having to be by her side, so close, talking to your classmates about some stupid vines.

“Hey! Hurry up or we won't make it,” Divina yelled behind the curtain. You grunted, you had no time left, you had to think fast and that made you do stupid things.

“You better go! I’ll go later,” you said, was that your big idea?

The footsteps in the bathroom told you that she had listened to you and when you found your way clear, you got out of the shower.

You looked at the clock, the class should have started already and you sighed relieved, but fearful. Skipping a class was common among the Nevermore students, but that only served to punish them harshly.

You felt like a criminal, a fugitive, but also free, relieved. Nobody could see you around the school and staying in the room was not an option. Too risky.

You wandered the halls hiding in every corner, avoiding every adult you encountered. Desperate you looked at the clock, wishing that time would pass quickly. But the clock didn't seem to want to move and your little skirmish seemed like torture.

The library was your best option, there was hardly anyone there. That was your next goal.

As you walked through the school, you regretted what you were doing, wondering how far you would go to avoid Marilyn, and how much longer you could endure this painful love. You couldn't hide forever from her, just make an effort and stop loving her. It was much easier to play hooky, that's for sure.

You were so focused on your thoughts and the pain in your stomach that this behavior caused you that you did not realize that danger was in front of you. Larissa Weems, the principal, walked past you, and you froze.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” she said kindly.

You wanted to scream with laughter, already expecting hundreds of questions, but the woman was completely oblivious that you should be somewhere else.

“Good morning, Principal Weems,” you answered trembling. Larissa smiled and walked past you. You thought the danger had passed, that your master move had worked, but she stopped, turning around with a frown.

“(Y/N)… What are you doing here? If I remember correctly now you should be in class,” she said, approaching you again.

Shit.

“Um… I…” You stammered, your face red as sunset and without a dignified answer. “It's just… It's just that I don't feel well.”

The old reliable. Larissa seemed to hesitate, but she sighed, looking at you carefully.

“Has Miss Thornhill let you out?” She asked. You were blocked, you didn't know how to lie. You didn't do or say anything. “(Y/N)?”

“I… Well, it's just… I fell asleep…” You stammered, wishing that everything was a nightmare. Larissa crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow, glancing at her watch.

“It doesn't look like you're going to the conservatory…” she said, cornering you. “(Y/N)…”

You didn't need any more pressure to confess, or at least to admit that you were indeed skipping class.

“You surprise me, (Y/N), you have always been an exemplary student. Tell me, is there a reason to which you decided to skip that class?”

You shook your head, about to cry, embarrassed. You had a reason, but it wasn't one you could explain, much less to her.

“I, I'm sorry… I…” You said, on the verge of tears. Larissa put her hands on her hips and shook her head. The bell indicating the end of class rang.

“Well, we can't do anything to remedy it now, right?” Weems said, with a tone of disappointment in her voice.

“I'm sorry,” you said again, embarrassed, waiting for the punishment.

“I'd like to be kind to you, since it's the first time you've done it, but there can be no exceptions, (Y/N), you must all abide by the rules. After dinner, go to the detention room, you will spend a couple of hours there,” she said. You nodded but immediately frowned.

“Where is that room?” You asked with your innocent girl tone. Larissa smiled, knowing that you had never been.

“Don't worry, I'll tell Miss Thornhill to go with you, it's her turn to watch over the punished, so maybe you can explain to her why you decided to skip her class.”

You were an idiot. You thought that by skipping her you would get rid of her, you would stop seeing her smile as a drug, but you only made things worse. Now you would have to spend two hours with her, alone. It made you want to pound on the walls, to blow up all the furniture with your powers. You had gotten yourself into quite a mess.

“And then he told me that he had better things to do…” One of your friends told in the dining room.

The day went by terribly quickly and your tray of food was untouched. Apparently, nobody gave importance to your fleeting disappearance, which you were grateful for, but your gaze is fixed on the table and your thoughts were on that night, on the punishment that awaited you. In your mind you imagined the best possible scenario. Nevermore had many students and not all of them were as good and innocent as you, surely you would not be the only one punished. That thought managed to relieve you a little, but just a little.

“(Y/N),” Marilyn told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I hope you had a good dinner time,” you coughed nervously and nodded, your cheeks already red. “Let's go?”

As if you were going to war, you got up from the table and grabbed your backpack, following the redhead through the halls.

To your horror, there was no one else with you.

“Isn't there anyone else?” You asked with a small voice. Marilyn gracefully turned around and shook her head with a strange smile.

“No, it seems that you have been the only one who has behaved badly,” she sighed, taking some keys from her bag and opening the classroom door. “Come in,” she told you, pushing your back slightly.

You sat at one of the many empty desks, trying to take your mind far away from that place. Marilyn sighed and put her bag down on the table, looking at you curiously.

“What….? What I have to do?” You asked embarrassed. Your heart was beating fast. Marilyn laughed and sat down at the desk.

“Whatever you want, (Y/N). I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do and two hours is enough time,” she told you with a smile, without taking her eyes from yours.

“Okay…okay,” you whispered, clearing your throat.

Time passed very slowly. You started to do your homework, but you couldn't help but get distracted. The woman you loved was so close... You almost thought you were having a panic attack, you couldn't concentrate, much less when the redhead stood up and walked slowly towards you.

You swallowed and looked up at her.

“I'm not mad at you, (Y/N), but I would like you to tell me why you haven't come to my class,” she said to you with a serious tone, but an informal one.

You had no answer, at least not one that made sense or wouldn't give you a heart attack right then.

“Um… I… It's just…” You said with a shaky voice. She looked at you carefully, with a half smile, as if she was trying to analyze your expressions.

“Tell me, (Y/N), didn't you want to see me?” She asked unexpectedly. You were startled by that strange question and shook your head.

“No, it's not that, it's that… It's just that…”

Marilyn laughed seeing you in that state and that only made you tremble more.

“Do I make you nervous?” She asked getting closer, leaning towards you.

“I…” You managed to say.

“You think I don't know what's going through your mind, don’t you?” She said whispering. You shook your head effusively, futilely looking for some way to escape from there.

“I, I don't know what you're talking about,” you said, causing the tip of your pencil to break due to your nervousness.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), you know it, you know it perfectly…” Marilyn said, tilting her head.

“It's just that I'm ashamed to speak in front of my classmates, that's why I haven't gone to class,” you said, lying in the best way you could at that moment. Marilyn raised her eyebrows and smiled even wider.

“Please, (Y/N), don't try… You can't lie to me,” she said amused, closing your notebook and resting her hands on the desk. “Come on, honey, look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“It's, it's the truth,” you said, obeying and looking at her.

“No, it's not…” She continued mocking.

You were dying to get out of there, you were a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. Marilyn didn't seem like the same happy and sweet teacher that she always was, there was something in her look that made you tremble, you didn't know if it was fear or desire...

“Look at you, (Y/N), you're shaking…” Marilyn said, amused, moving away from the desk and circling it like a vulture around its prey. “Poor silly girl, did you really think you could fool me?”

“I'm not trying to fool you…” You sighed, while Marilyn moved your chair away from the desk with a slightly abrupt jerk.

“Get up, honey, we are going to have a little conversation,” she said in your ear, causing all your hair to stand on end. You were a lost soul, a rag doll that was unable to move, only to obey your teacher while your breathing accelerated.

You stood with Marilyn too close to you, scrutinizing all your features, laughing at the nervous and embarrassed attitude you had at that moment.

“You like me, right?” She said without qualms. “Don't answer me, you don't have to, I know you like me.”

You wanted to cry, scream, run, escape. You didn't think you were so horribly obvious, so obvious, so indiscreet. That was worse than a nightmare.

“I…” You stammered, on the verge of a heart attack. Marilyn took a step towards you with a wicked smile, not willing to give you a break.

“You're so sweet…” She whispered in your ear, gently placing a hand on your waist. “I see how you look at me in class, how you tremble when I talk to you... Look at you, you're such a mess and I barely touched you... My dumb girl... Tell me, do you think about me?”

“I… I don't…” You said in an inaudible voice, with your vocal chords paralyzed by the situation. She touched you, grabbed your waist and caressed your cheek. It was better than a dream, but you felt like you were in a nightmare. It was no longer worth pretending. “Yeah, I do…”

“Oh, you’re flattering me, (Y/N)… You know? I also think about you... How dumb you become when you're with me...”

You were finally brave and looked into her eyes, while her caresses ran through your body. You were totally unable to speak.

“Did the cat get your tongue?” She asked teasingly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards her desk. “Such a shy girl… You drive me crazy, (Y/N).”

You nodded without really knowing why. Your back collided with the wood of the table and the redhead approached, putting her arms at your sides, impeding any attempt to escape.

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked, getting so close to you that you could feel her breathing. Your nerves prevented you from moving, but you managed to nod awkwardly. “Oh, of course you want…”

You finally moved, putting your lips on hers timidly. It was much better than what you had dreamed of. Her lips were soft, warm, inviting. You squeezed your eyes shut, shedding a desperate tear. Desperate because of the confusion you felt and because of the strange way in which your most intimate desire was fulfilled.

She put a hand on your chest, pulling you away from that innocent kiss and looking at you curiously.

“Is that all you got for me, (Y/N)? Maybe you don't like me as much as I thought.”

You hung your head in shame. She should understand that the situation was strange, disturbing, totally outside of Nevermore's ethical code, something that should never happen. On the other hand, that was your first kiss, you couldn't do it better, you didn't know how to do it better. But she didn't seem to understand what you were going through. Marilyn wasn't stupid, she knew you had feelings for her, but maybe she didn't know exactly what kind of feelings.

“I'm sorry,” you said trembling, with tears running down your cheeks. “I had never kissed anyone.”

“Oh, is that true?” The redhead said, wiping away your tears. “So your shy and innocent appearance is not just a facade…”

You nodded, but before you could apologize any more, she was kissing you now wildly, with passion and desire. At that moment you decided to forget about your fears and your feelings and let yourself go. Her tongue ran through your mouth and her hands prevented you from moving, pushing you against the desk.

Marilyn pulled away from you to study your reaction. Your gaze was no longer fearful, but something else, something different. You had her there, kissing you, teasing you in a terribly suggestive way, embarrassing you, but rewarding you for it.

“Oh, God, you're so crazy about me... With just one kiss you're already so excited...” She whispered, while she put her hand under your skirt, caressing you in a place that seemed forbidden. Surely your body was several steps ahead of your mind, sending pleasant stimuli to your center, making you feel a humidity that was only accentuated by her hands.

“I'm… I'm nervous…” You confessed, letting yourself be caressed in that private area, letting her fingers run through your folds over your underwear. Marilyn laughed sinisterly and slipped her hand out of your skirt, cupping your face with her hands.

“Don't be nervous, my silly girl… Mommy will take good care of you, I promise.”

You were somewhat confused by those words, but desire began to invade your thoughts and you could just nod. The redhead smiled and ran a hand over your chest, enjoying every inch of your skin.

“Let me look at you, honey, I want to see your beautiful body,” she told you. You looked at her confused. You were so clumsy, so innocent. But that would end soon. Marilyn laughed amused to see you so lost. “The shirt, (Y/N), take off your shirt.”

“But… But, what if someone comes?” You asked, looking towards the door. Marilyn grunted unpleasantly and went over there, locking the door.

“No one is coming, (Y/N), now be a good girl and take off your shirt… Come on, don't make mommy angry…”

You swallowed and nervously took your hands to the buttons of your clothes, slowly undoing them, feeling how a current of cold air slipped into your body. Marilyn devoured you with her gaze, caressing the skin that was exposed, biting her lips. You were a trembling mess, but little by little the situation overwhelmed you, and there was little of the shy (Y/N) left.

“That's it… how beautiful girl you are, honey…” She hissed, coming closer and kissing your neck. That made you smile and you finally managed to relax a bit.

Marilyn finished removing your shirt, and also your bra. When you wanted to realize it, your chest was bare and her hands grabbed your breasts while the gasps began to fill the classroom. Your gasps

“So beautiful… Such a dumb girl for mommy…” The redhead whispered, taking you by the legs and sitting you down on the wooden table.

“Marilyn…” You sighed, making her stop. Her hand trailed up your leg, and, though she had touched you before, an irrational fear gripped you. “Please… Just, just be, be nice to me…” You begged. She looked at you curiously and smiled with a disturbing tenderness.

“Of course, my love... I'll be nice to my good girl... Mommy's going to take good care of you...” She said, amused, pulling your skirt until it disappeared trough your ankles.

You nodded, while her hand continued its way between your legs. Her fingers were skilled, they knew where to touch you even if you were still wearing your panties. You couldn't suppress a moan, which clearly made the redhead smile, enjoying how sensitive you were.

“I, I like it…” You said panting, clenching your fists. She laughed in amusement, pulling away from you a bit and taking off her own clothes.

“Do you like it? Well, of course you like it... My silly girl... “ She said, amused, lowering her skirt. You couldn't stop looking. Many times you imagined what was under her clothes, under her skirt. But you wouldn't have to, now you had her in front of you, naked, but at the same time unreachable, since you reached out an arm to touch her, but she slapped you, clicking her tongue.

“You don’t have to hurry, baby…” she said to you, grabbing your hair tightly, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. “Mommy is going to take care of you first … You are so needy...”

You nodded and she released you, pressing her body against yours as she made your underwear disappear. You were completely exposed, helpless, aroused…

“You're so wet… You say it's your first time? It's hard for me to believe it, (Y/N)…” She whispered, touching you now, running her fingers through your slippery folds.

You nodded, closing your eyes as her fingers rubbed your clit in circles. You had never thought that moaning was so easy, something that was done involuntarily. You were a shy girl, you would never believe that you were moaning with pleasure without any embarrassment, making sounds that were impossible for you just a few hours ago.

“Please…” You said without thinking. You knew what you were asking for, but you didn't think you were really doing it. It was a strange impulse, an unbearable desire.

“What do you want, sweetie? Tell me…” She said, caressing your entrance, but playing, not giving you what you wanted. You would have to tell her, lose your shyness, say out loud something you wanted for a long time.

“Please… Do it, please…” You begged, while your body trembled at her touch. Your hips moved to have more contact, to try to make those games in your entrance stop being just games.

“What? Please, (Y/N), speak clearly, be a good girl and tell mommy what do you want…” She whispered darkly, impatient.

“Fuck me, mommy!” You screamed, unable to control your instincts, your desire, your desire for her to enter you.

“That's the way I like it, honey…” Marilyn said, satisfied, slowly introducing two fingers inside of you. “Oh, yes, you are a virgin… You are so tight.”

You nodded, moaning at that new sensation. You were a virgin, but not a nun, you had enjoyed your own touch several times, but now it was she who entered you, not your fingers imagining her, not a fleeting illusion.

“You're so good…” Marilyn hissed, moving her fingers slowly. “My favorite student...”

Those unexpected compliments only increased your pleasure. That sweet tone of voice that she used to have came at an inappropriate time for it, but she knew it. Marilyn seemed to know you better than you did yourself, she knew what you needed at all time. Her speed increased at the same rate as your moans did.

You felt how her fingers glided easily and you leaned your head back while her other hand caressed your breasts, your belly, all your bare skin set on fire by her touch, by her whispers, by her tender caresses.

“My precious girl, my little and shy, (Y/N), look at me, I want to see your face when I make love to you, I want to see you melting with pleasure…” She told you, gently slapping you on your breast when you didn't obey. “Look at me!”

You widened your eyes, trying to control all the pleasure you felt. You were a newbie and you couldn't cope with all those new sensations. The cramps were not long in coming, but before you could release all the tension you had built up, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth.

“You've done it very well, (Y/N)…” She said, pulling you away a bit. “But don't forget that you are my favorite student, mommy's favorite.”

“But, but...” You said, completely confused, noticing how your walls contracted due to the lack of her fingers.

“Shhh…” Marilyn interrupted you, putting a finger on your lips. “Shut up, my love… Mommy's favorite girls deserve something special…”

Saying that and not letting you protest, she went to her bag and what she took out of it made you shudder. A strap on not very large, but it made you shrink.

“That... That...” You said stammering, crossing your legs involuntarily as she put on the accessory, looking at you amused.

“Oh, are you afraid?” She said mockingly, approaching you, moving her hips exaggeratedly. The vision you had in front of you was so exciting and at the same time so disturbing that your body only asked you for more, only asked you to her to use that with you. You couldn't believe something like that would turn you on so much, but it did, and she knew it.

“I don't know if I can… I…” You said, shaking your head, trying not to stare at that silicone item.

“Of course you can. You're mommy's good girl, remember? Don't worry, I'll make it easy for you. Spread your legs, honey.”

You shook your head instinctively. The redhead didn't like that, and she pounced on you, pulling your hair, making you scream in pain.

“Don't you trust me?” She asked with a dark voice. You nodded, closing your eyes. “Okay, then spread your legs, baby, don't make me have to repeat it to you.”

You had no other choice. You parted your trembling legs, wet with your desire, exposing yourself completely. You expected her to have no mercy. You thought she would penetrate you unceremoniously, but none of that happened.

Marilyn reached down, grabbing your legs and keeping them apart. Little by little she was giving small kisses to your thighs. Your breath hitched as her mouth moved ever closer to her target. You didn't expect that, but you decided to stop worrying about nonsense, and enjoy the moment.

Marilyn kissed your center, she ran her tongue along your folds, sucked on your clit in a soft, almost romantic way.

“Your taste is so good, honey…” She whispered, continuing to move her tongue up and down.

The moans returned. It was something totally new to you, and something that exceeded your own limits of pleasure. You had to fight yourself not to grab her head and push it against your body. You didn't want that feeling to stop, for those kisses to stop sending a thousand sensations to your body. The cramps returned and you finally believed that she would not stop, that she would let you free yourself.

“I'm close…” You sighed, to let her know that you didn't want her to stop. To your dismay, she stopped again, leaving you again at the gates of orgasm. Your body was already almost sore from so much tension and you let out a piteous moan, which only made her laugh as she stood up and leaned into you, kissing you deeply.

You could taste yourself and it made you moan, shift on the table, become another quivering, needy mess.

“Now it'll be easier, honey… Turn around, come on,” she said in your ear, pulling you down from the desk. You let yourself go, but you still had doubts. You knew what was coming and although you wanted it, you couldn't help but feel a certain fear.

“Marilyn…” You sighed, trying to express many things with your gaze, which logically, the redhead couldn't interpret.

“I said turn around,” she snapped, grabbing your shoulders and turning until your belly hit the wood. “That's it, good girl… Now lean.”

You had no choice but to obey, helped by her hand on your head, which also ended up leaning against the desk.

Marilyn backed away, reaching into her bag for something while you stood exposed, with your back to her, unable to see what she was doing.

“Ah!” You yelled when you felt something cold between your legs, something that the redhead extended with her fingers. You looked up to see what was going on, but she looked down again, laughing in amusement.

“Calm down, honey, this is just to make it easier... I don't want to hurt my precious girl...” She told you, spreading that strange liquid around your entrance, and inside you. “Now stay still, be good to mommy...”

You nodded, though you doubted she'd seen you.

After a few more caresses, she approached you, making you notice how that object rubbed against your folds. It was strange, but surprisingly pleasant. Marilyn moved it along your center, while with the other hand, she caressed your buttocks.

“Such a perfect body, so beautiful…” The redhead whispered to herself, scratching your skin while the silicone penis was placed at your entrance. “Are you ready, baby?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and moving your hips.

“I didn't hear you,” Marilyn whispered, slowly introducing the tip inside of you.

“Yeah! Please, mommy!” You yelled, shaking your body.

“Good girl…” the redhead sighed, introducing herself more and more.

At first it was an unpleasant feeling. It hurt, you felt pins and needles in your center, something you knew would happen and the reason you were afraid.

“Mommy… It hurts,” you said, clenching your fists and eyes tightly, getting used to the intruder. Marilyn stroked your back tenderly, making soothing sounds as her hips moved slowly.

“Shh, calm down, honey, I know it hurts. Mommy is being as nice as she can to her precious little girl. Just hold on a little, do it for me… Will you?”

“Yeah…” You hissed, enduring the pain. At that moment you realized what you needed, what you wanted with rage. It was a dream come true, and now you couldn't back down, you shouldn't, you had to hold on.

As if your body had heard your thoughts, the pain gradually disappeared and a wave of overwhelming pleasure made you tremble and open your eyes.

“Do you feel better now?” Marilyn asked, brushing the hair off your back.

“Yeah…” You sighed, shifting pathetically, desperate for her to continue.

“Okay,” she said laughing, grabbing your hips. “Now I'm going to move a little faster, okay?”

You nodded and groaned as she did, feeling your body stretch, conforming to the intruder in an almost overwhelming way. Your hips moved as Marilyn wanted, she was the one driving you, from the beginning of that night.

“Fuck…” You said, unable to avoid speaking that way. The pleasure you felt was corrupting you, turning you into something you were not.

“Don't talk like that, honey, mommy doesn't like good girls to say those words…” She told you abruptly, giving you a soft smack on your ass while she moved rhythmically inside you.

“I'm sorry,” you said between gasps, trying to match your movements with hers, creating a pleasant and comfortable rhythm.

“Oh, my love... You take it so well... It moves so well inside you... When I think about the time I've lost without doing that to you... The nights I've touched myself thinking about having you like this...”

She was rambling, you could tell by the suddenness of her words. You didn't want to think about Marilyn touching herself. That would make the urge to cum too close again.

It was too late for that. The tremors in your legs and the heat accumulated in your center made you go crazy, to beg to be released.

“Mommy, please, I need to cum…” You said with a broken voice. “Please.”

“Do you want to cum? Oh honey, you don't have enough time... But it's okay, do it honey, do it for mommy, but on one condition.”

You smiled, letting your pleasure wash over you.

“Which one?” You asked, hitting the table due to her strong thrusts.

“Don't shut up, I want to hear you scream,” she whispered into your ear, before moving again.

You agreed and finally, you felt what you wanted so much, that you did not know beyond your fantasy nights. An intense, strong orgasm, the best of your life, the first real one of your life.

Your hips bucked and she pressed herself hard against your body, moaning along with you, filling that lonely room of gut-wrenching screams.

“My love… What a good girl you have been… My poor silly girl…” Marilyn said, catching her breath and getting out of you, taking off her strap on.

You turned around, stunned by what just happened, and kissed her without warning. Holding her tightly, expressing all the love you felt.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” She said, shaking her head and stopping your kisses. You felt a stab in the heart. “We're not done yet. Get on your knees.”

“But…” You sighed.

“On your knees, sweetie,” she said, more softly. You obeyed and felt the cold wooden floor on your legs. She came closer, caressing herself and gesturing for you to come closer.

“Come here, make mommy happy…” She said, pulling your hair until your face was aligned with her center. You were paralyzed, It was one thing to let things be done to you, but something very different was to do things. You didn't know how to do anything, you were an innocent girl (now not so innocent), and you didn’t know what you had to do to please her. She laughed in amusement, grabbing your chin so you would look into her eyes.

“Come on, don't be shy…” Marilyn said, pushing your face into her body.

“I don't know what to do…” You said, on the verge of tears. Marilyn pushed you away and pouted at you.

“Oh, poor silly girl. Don't worry honey, I'm here to help you.”

With a few small prompts and some brusque demands, you managed to make her explode with pleasure too. You simply kissed, sucked where she told you. She did the rest, knowing that you wouldn't dare to play with her like she did with you.

“Get up,” she told you, once she got her breath back. “Get dressed,” she said dryly, kissing you briefly on the lips.

You expected something else. I love you, a hug, a better kiss. But there was none of that. Marilyn just started getting dressed without even looking at you.

You put on your clothes in silence, thinking about what had happened and what hadn't. It could seem that you were a girl thirsty for sex, that all she wanted was for her teacher to take her, to do with her what she wanted. But it wasn't like that.

You loved her, you were in love with her. Sex for you was totally secondary (most of the time). You didn't want to be a passing lover, a one-night stand, a toy with no feelings.

But Marilyn's attitude told you that was precisely what you were. Your whole world came down from the cloud in which it was from the first kiss and stepped on reality abruptly, painfully.

You went to your desk and in silence, you collected your stuff, putting them in the backpack. You tried not to show it, you tried so hard not to cry, but to no avail.

You sobbed as the tears fell to the floor. This caught the attention of the redhead, who turned and looked at you with her mouth open.

“(Y/N), are you crying?” She asked approaching you slowly.

“No…” You lied sobbing, putting the backpack on top of the desk.

“Oh, but why are you crying?” She asked again, grabbing your shoulders, stopping you from running out of that class. “Honey, have I done something you didn't want to do?” Have I gone too far with you?”

You shook your head, freeing yourself from her grip and putting the backpack on your shoulders. She was faster than you, grabbing your wrist and preventing your escape again.

“(Y/N), talk to me, tell me what I did wrong... I... I thought it was what you wanted... Please tell me that you too, that I haven't abused you...” She said, grabbing your face with her hands. You shook your head as the tears continued to fall down your cheeks.

“It's not that…” You hiccuped, letting all your crying out uncontrollably. Marilyn looked at you scared and wiped away your tears.

“Then what is it?” She asked worriedly.

“It's... It's just that... I thought... I thought that... Well...” You said sobbing. Marilyn grabbed your hands and sat in the chair, looking at you.

“Come on, honey, talk to me, tell me what you feel...” She told you tenderly, with a voice very different from the one she had before.

“It's just that you already have what you wanted and I’m not,” you confessed, far from wanting to repress your feelings.

“What did you want? What are you talking about? Please, darling, tell me what do you want,” she said, with a sad, guilty look.

“I love you, Marilyn… I’m, I’m in love with you and now that I have finally had something with you I feel… I feel that you don’t love me, that you have only used me, that this will not happen again,” you said burying your face between your hands.

Marilyn pushed them away and caressed your cheek.

“I know that sometimes I'm a bit… blunt… But that doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you, my love…” She whispered, forcing you to look into her eyes. “Honey, you are a wonderful girl, my favorite student, remember?”

“You say that because of what has happened…” You said, refusing to believe her words.

“No, no, baby…” She said, trying hard for you to believe her. “It was not my intention to intimidate you, nor to make you feel like a doll. I only pretended to love you, and I don't want to stop doing it. (Y/N), I love you, and I don't want you to think I'm using you.”

You opened your eyes and stopped crying, looking at her suspiciously.

“You… Do you love me?” You asked with an innocent voice. She smiled tenderly and stood up, nodding and pulling you into a soft hug.

You still doubted her, but you hugged her back, pressing her body hard against yours, crying into her shoulder. That was much more like what you wanted.

“Shhh, don't cry anymore, my love... Didn't you like what we've done?”

“Yes, I liked it Marilyn, it was the best thing that ever happened to me…” You confessed, letting yourself be comforting. “But I don't want to be a one-night stand… Please… I want, I want to be with you…”

“Is what you want? A relationship?” She asked, pushing you away a bit.

You nodded, feeling how little by little you calmed down.

“Okay, honey… But we have to be careful, if someone finds out…” Marilyn said. Unexpectedly, you suffered a laughter attack. “What is so funny?”

“It's funny you'd say that considering what we just did,” you said, truly smiling for the first time.

She laughed too, kissing you softly between giggles.

“This time I had the situation under control, but we must be careful, that's all I ask of you, do you agree?”

You agreed, hugging her again, closing your eyes and enjoying her caresses.

“Yeah…”

“And don't skip my class anymore,” she said amused. You smiled again, feeling safe in her arms.

[frickingnerd]

ann crushing on an oblivious reader

pairing: ann takamaki x gn!reader

tags: dense reader, ann thinks you're rejecting her, happy end

ann is a very sociable person, so she's aware that her flirting can easily be interpreted as just being friendly or perhaps as her teasing you

however, even if she flirts with you, you never seem to blush and get flustered. you don't seem to show any reaction to it!

for a while, ann thinks you're just really cool and that a little flirting doesn't get to you that easily

but when she tries to be more open about her crush on you and asks you out, you suddenly invite other people to the date! 

ann thinks you're turning her down, not wanting to be alone with her, but perhaps being too nervous to directly tell her you're not interested in her

so she starts to avoid you, not wanting to make things even more awkward between the two of you and seeming like she's trying to push a romantic relationship, when you're clearly not interested

however, you end up confronting her about why she's avoiding you, just a few days after she had first asked you out

ann ends up explaining to you that she didn't want to make you uncomfortable and stick around you after you rejected her

suddenly, it starts to dawn on you that the day ann had asked you to go to the movies with you, she wanted to go to the movies with just you! 

as soon as you explained the situation to her (and apologized for making her think you'd reject her), the two of you can luckily laugh about it together

and now that you knew it was supposed to be a date, ann asked you to go to the movies with her again, this time just the two of you…

[mcverse]

༘⋆✿ Pᴀʀɪɴɢ: Aʟᴘʜᴏɴꜱᴇ Eʟʀɪᴄ x Hɪɴᴀᴛᴀ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ&Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mention of death, teasing from ed, passing out, fluff, el romántico, Hᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘ, ​ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ғʀᴇᴇ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ꜱᴏ I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ. I ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡ/ ᴛʜɪꜱ. Mʏ ʙᴀᴅ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ? Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Tʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ.

༘⋆✿ ​Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

​ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ​ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

CHILDHOOD

Meeting Al when you were younger was simply by chance. Being raised in a strict household and being second bests, there wasn’t much you could do but you can at least help with house necessities when need be.

The day you met him, you were tasked to go into town to receive some items your mother requested—with your father, of course. Rarely does he let you do anything alone because unlike your sister who was plenty capable and sociable, you were clumsy & though he doesn’t outright say it, also not the brightest child he has. He keeps you close for your safety.

When in town, you father was bargaining with a traded man when you got distracted by a butterfly. After you grew bored, that was when you realized you strayed too far from him… which would ultimately end in a stern talking to.

You back track, but when you find the stall he was at—he was no longer there. You panicked, looking around frantically when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart leaps in hope that it's the man you're looking for, but you're surprised to see a middle-aged woman in her twenties squatting low to level with you.

"Are you lost, sweetie?" she inquires, sending you a sweet smile that reaches her emerald-colored eyes and makes you more nervous than needed. As you step back in alarm, hands balled together against your chest, she waits patiently, not bothering to repeat her question.

You answer her after a pregnant pause, "I... I lost my daddy," you murmur under your breath.

The woman nods, "I see..." lips pursed as she looks around before looking back at you, determined, "That must be really scary for you. How about we help you find him?"

You cock your head sideways, face twisted in confusion. You're aware you aren't the best at subjects, but you know numbers well enough to recognize that there's just one person in front of you: her.

Your confusion quickly vanishes as two blonde boys around your age simultaneously envelop her from both sides. The woman warmly reciprocates their hug and then shifts her focus back to you, repeating her question, “What’s your response?” At the same time, a man resembling the boys approaches from behind the group.

What a happy family...

Realizing you lack the qualities to locate your father independently, you reluctantly agree, driven by the growing anxiety from this social interaction, making you all the more eager to find him.

On that day, you did manage to locate your father, but only after spending some time with the Elrics, and you have to admit it was much more tolerable than enduring your insufferably strict household.

With the Elrics' assistance in locating your father, you had the opportunity to spend more time with them (finally having friends who weren't related to your sister). Your father trusted them enough to look after you.

Edward thinks there's something wrong with you—you're weird, always the most timid and awkward person in the vicinity. Al is always there to defend you, reminding Ed of your different upbringing and urging him to be more considerate and less insensitive about your shyness.

He pleads with Ed to stop teasing you about how easily you turn red because it only makes things worse. Does he want you to pass out from embarrassment again?

Little does Al know that, on top of Ed, he also worsens matters with all his defending. In your eyes, you thought of him as the knight from the books you used to read. So, yes, a silly little crush developed, and due to your reserved nature, no one was the wiser.

Everything was good, blissfully well. Then, in an instant, it wasn't—the day their mother suddenly passed away. You were there that day, with them in the field as they wanted to demonstrate how much better they had become at alchemy. Having grown up in the environment you did, you were oblivious to just how swiftly happiness could vanish until you experienced it firsthand.

Suddenly, you find yourself in Al's embrace on the day of her funeral, his tears flowing freely. The idea of getting so close to someone never occurred to you before, but here you were. It takes a moment, but you manage to return his hug, albeit with trembling arms.

In the days that follow, Al clings to you more often. You attribute it to his grief over his mother, so you endure it, even though every time he grabs your hand or offers you a genuine smile meant only for you, it feels like a wave of heat washing over you.

During one of your visits to him, you suddenly grasped that all his attention was his way of avoiding telling you that he was leaving. It took walking into an empty house for the truth to sink in. Maybe, in his own way, he was conveying this message, as you had recently learned that good things don’t last.

TEENAGER YEARS (armor form)

You felt heartbroken when the Elric brothers left, but you still had Winry by your side. So, not much had changed in the social department, except for the fact that you now assisted Winry with her projects, which occasionally involved people.

You didn't mind at all. You found joy in assisting however you could, and the added benefit was that the more interactions you had, the less your shyness manifested, leading to fewer instances of fainting. Now, you were down to experiencing it only twice a week.

When you weren't with Winry, you devoted your time to learning alchemy, a pursuit you adopted from the boys after witnessing the immense joy it brought them.

You may not have been as skilled as your sister, but your strong suit was reading, and that's what you did until you stumbled upon an ancient text. You worked tirelessly to decipher it, and by the time you realized you had found an indentation, you were already deeply immersed. The next thing you knew, you were standing before the gate and meeting Truth.

You were about to retreat, apprehensive about what lay ahead, but they managed to convince you to continue. However, it came with a price: "To obtain something of equal value, something must be lost." You were unsure of what you could sacrifice, but Truth always demands a toll. As it turned out, it claimed only 15 years of your life.

A mistake? Perhaps. In return, you became the Trinocular Alchemist; an enigmatic form of alchemy that grants the practitioner a third eye, allowing them to perceive the world in ways beyond ordinary human senses.

You became so absorbed in your newfound ability that the next time you encounter the Elric brothers, it caught you by surprise. You were aware that Ed would occasionally visit Winry to have his arm and leg worked on, but you were usually never around to see either of them, especially Al.

That's why you're shocked when Al is the one who seeks you out the next time Ed and he visit town. He appears at your front door unexpectedly with flowers in hand, but it's not the Al you remember. He's now a suit of armor.

You become tense under the hollow gaze of the towering figure in front of you, his height surpassing that of any man you've ever encountered. The atmosphere is charged with tension, and neither of you has spoken since you opened the door, probably because both of you are at a loss for words.

You blink, lowering your head as your face flushes with embarrassment. The situation is becoming increasingly awkward, and you realize you should have said something the moment you opened the door. Instead, you find yourself chewing the inside of your lip, desperately searching for a way to ease the tension.

"Uh, (Name)," Al is the first to break the silence, his voice gentler than his imposing form. He speaks as though he's smaller than his armored appearance suggests, as if that's how he truly feels. "It's me, Al—."

"Alphonse?" you interrupt him abruptly, your eyes widening in surprise at your own actions. You quickly place a hand over your mouth and mumble, "Sorry..."

"You—How do you know... did Winry tell you?" he fires a barrage of unfinished questions at you, clearly flustered that you had to find out that way.

"No—well, sort of. I didn't know you were in full armor," you admit bashfully, "but it wouldn't matter whether I did or not. You might not look like Al, but you certainly sound like him."

You can't discern if your words pleased him, given his lack of facial expressions. However, judging by his improved posture and the gesture of extending the flowers to you, it seems he must be pleased.

"These are for you. You still like (favorite flower)s, right? Winry confirmed it," he says, pausing briefly before adding, "Sorry, that did sound a bit creepy. I was just asking about you when the topic came up."

You accept them with gratitude, your face once again flushing with warmth as you inhale their fragrance, a bright smile gracing your lips. "You know, it's funny. Gestures like these when we were younger made me see you as my knight in shining armor. Ironically, the metaphor fits this time."

Error: Alphonse.exe has stopped functioning.

Do you have any idea how adorable you are to him? The man had a serious crush on you while growing up. While it was easier to dismiss it as just being overly friendly when you were kids, now as a teenager, he sought you out because he genuinely missed your smile and the kind words that always made his heart flutter.

It took a lot for him to come here after everything that happened when you were kids, suddenly disappearing, and showing up in armor now. He was scared about how you would react, but he's truly glad he did.

Turns out his brother and him have some business around the area so their there for a while. Al waits no time and as much as he loves his brother, he would rather spend it catching up with you.

So when he’s not conducting business, he’s listening to you talk his “ears” off about your alchemy. Or having dinner with your even though all he does is watch you eat. He can’t complain, you look cute even doing that. Sometimes you’d get food on your face from being so jittery that he leans in casually to wipe it off the corner of your lip. You fainted the first time. Now he always ask before he touches you.

Whenever you let him, he swears his soul tingles with a unique sensation. It’s the oddest but most gratifying feeling. Having you in his arms, whether it’s because you tripped or he needs to pass by, feels like a blessing. He’s touched people before, but when he touches you, his mind is flooded with memories of what it used to feel like—the warmth that used to radiate from your body. He can almost sense it again if he concentrates, even though he knows it’s impossible.

God, he wishes he could. Every time it's brought to his attention that he can't, he falls into a quiet, armor-clad sulk. You immediately sense that something's amiss with him, and it doesn't take much for you to coax it out of him. He's a sensitive man, and he's open in his communication. He's already yours, even though you may not realize it yet.

Neither of you realizes that despite not openly confessing your feelings, your actions clearly demonstrate your affection, leading people to assume you're already dating—although that couldn't be further from the truth. You're both living in the moment, fully aware that he will have to leave again.

He holds doors open for you, his gaze fixated on you as you enter; it's difficult for him to look away. How did he ever walk out of your life? He hates that he understands the reasons now. He wishes he could remain oblivious to the facts. After every enjoyable time spent together, he walks you home to ensure your safety.

The mere thought of anything happening to you tears him apart. As he accompanies you, he positions himself on the outside of the road, shielding you from any large puddles that might be nearby. And when your feet start to hurt from wearing the wrong pair of shoes, he goes out to buy you a better pair, allowing you to lean on him as he helps you put them on.

Ed has now become the third wheel, replacing Al alongside Winry and him. He's utterly fed up with the situation and wishes Al would just confess his feelings already. Otherwise, he's afraid he might resort to drastic measures like gouging his own eyes out or stuffing rocks in his ears if he has to endure another picnic with you both giggling like schoolgirls.

With that said, he has complex feelings about his brother's situation. He's happy to see him back in the life of his first love, but there's also a tinge of sadness. It's a bittersweet reunion because she now knows that he's not the same boy she once knew.

So, imagine his relief when you accept Al as if he was never any different. And you do the same with him. Ed thought you might harbor ill feelings towards him because of his relentless teasing during your childhood and the upheaval he brought into your lives without telling you. But it was as if nothing had changed. He still teases you, though it's not as insensitive as it used to be years ago.

He's grown softer when it comes to you, and he blames his brother for it. He's learned when to stop before you faint, because, despite his denials, it would worry him as much as it worries Al. Yes, he's become attached to you—you matter to both him and his brother. After all, you're his future sister-in-law.

This time, at the end of a spontaneous slow dance to your favorite song, Al informed you that he would be leaving again. It didn't bother you much, especially since he had made a promise to return.

You reach out and touch the cold steel that now embodies Al, swaying together to the rhythm of your favorite song playing on the radio, the beat echoing the rhythm of your heart against your ribcage.

"(Name), does it concern you that I'm not human?" Al quieres, his eyes directed towards the wall behind you.

Looking up at him, you furrow your brows in response to his unexpected question, "You could be a ghost, and it still wouldn't matter..."

ADULT HOOD (human form)

Officially, you both become a couple 2 months after he regains his body. It took him this long for two reasons: he wanted to court you properly before making his move, and he wanted to give you time to adjust to the possibility of getting closer in the way you both secretively desired.

He'd prefer not to have you fainting on him (much like when you were younger) every time he initiated random contact or if you shied away from his compliments and avoided his gaze. However, he does find it quite flattering that he's now officially the one who makes you feel this way, just as he once did.

When he does ask you out, he is incredibly rizz. It wasn't a simple confession; he went above and beyond, making it seem as though he was proposing marriage. Where did he learn to be so romantic like this?? Certainly not from Ed. The thought makes you laugh.

At first, when he asked you out, you didn't think it was an actual date. I mean, "Are you free to go somewhere with me tonight?" isn't exactly how you typically ask someone out, but it got you where you needed to be: with him.

He picks you up (you live alone now that you’re older), dressed in a smart fitted suit, his hair slicked back with pomade, neatly parted on the side. He's not the same nervous Al you saw this morning. You feel somewhat underdressed in your dress, but after expressing your concern, he assures you that you look absolutely perfect.

"Where are we heading, Al?" you inquire as you link your arm with his, allowing him to lead you down the road. He responds with a warm smile, and his brown eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky.

"To our spot," he replies, placing emphasis on the word "our."

You blink at him, your mouth going dry as the way he worded it sounds incredibly intimate. You quickly divert your gaze forward and squeeze yourself closer to him, feeling tense.

The spot he referred to as "ours" was typically where you went for picnics or stargazing, but that wouldn't make sense in this situation. You don't dress up in a suit for that.

However, it all starts to make sense when you arrive. Instead of a picnic blanket, there's a small round table covered with a cloth and two chairs.

Upon closer inspection, you notice it's adorned with a selection of your favorite desserts and your preferred dining drink. On either side of the round table, there are two covered plates. Pretty lights dangled from poles to brighten the area. It's a beautiful setup, but you can't help but wonder why it's here.

Al is quick to respond to your unspoken question, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. "I've been relearning how to cook after all this time," he explains with a bashful smile. "I believe I've perfected this dish, and I want you to be the first to try it."

He’s incredibly kind, especially when it turns out he’s prepared your favorite dish. That’s why he seemed a bit shy just moments ago. If you weren’t so reserved, you’d want to hug him at this very moment to convey your heartfelt appreciation. He didn’t need to put in so much effort to prepare your favorite meal, but he insisted he wanted to.

As the evening wore on, it started to take on more of a date-like atmosphere. He had a way of steering the conversation back to you, showing a genuine fascination with your voice, both then and especially now.

There were moments when he seemed lost in thought, gazing at you with a gentle expression, which made you a bit self-conscious, causing you to avoid eye contact. Yet, he soon spoke up, encouraging you not to look away, expressing his fondness for gazing into your eyes.

The night begins to wind down, both of you satiated with food, dessert, and drinks, he leans across the table and gently takes hold of your hand in both of his, his gaze fixed on your intertwined fingers. He breathes in softly, then locks eyes with you.

"You're truly amazing, you know," he says with a soft smile, his gaze locked on you. "You've forged your own path in alchemy, been a tremendous support to Winry, and your forgiveness towards my brother and me is something I strongly admire." Pausing, he tilts his head, a chuckle escaping him. "I've realized, (Name), that what I feel for you goes beyond mere liking. I'd go as far as to say it's love, if you're comfortable with that. I didn't fully grasp the depth of my emotions until those long years without you. Now that you're back in my life, I can't imagine a future without you by my side."

"This isn't a proposal, is it?" you question in a panicky tone, a wave of worry rushing over you. It feels too soon, like steps might be missing. You do love him deeply, but the idea of marriage...

"No, no, that's too soon. We're not there yet," he explains, then adds, "What I mean is, I'd like for you to go out with me."

You freeze, somewhat anticipating these words after he dismissed the proposal idea, but hearing them is a different experience altogether. He wants to be your boyfriend? You as his girlfriend? You? Are you sure he's sure?

"Are you sure?" you murmur, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "I'm not good with relationships, as you know. I've never been in one, and..."

Al interlocks his fingers with yours, his gaze unwavering. "There isn't anyone else I'd want more."

Your affirmative response placed you in an intriguing situation, but you wouldn't change any of it or him for anything in the world.

If you thought the romantic gestures were going to be less, you were mistaken. If anything, he amplifies them because now he's completely confident in the relationship. The fact that it's as new to him as it is to you doesn't change how much he will make known that he treasures you.

He still buys you flowers, picking up fresh ones every time, sometimes in bundles or as singles—it doesn't matter, he always has them ready for you. And when he's away, he arranges for a little errand boy to deliver them on his behalf (which is easy because Al is so likable and someone to look up to, especially with the ladies, as the kid claims. He would do it for nothing if Al let him). It's his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you.

The first night he's back in town is always reserved for date night. It doesn't matter what the activity is, as long as it's with you. Even if you're simply lounging on the sofa reading a book, he's content. He particularly enjoys it when you read it out loud during those moments.

Another thing that's become a routine is cuddling. He can finally touch you and feel the warmth he remembers you providing. Don't shy away from him during those moments; he'll only hug you closer. He's not as gentle as he once was, now that he doesn't have to be so cautious since he's no longer made of metal. He was touch-starved, so you were bound to experience a bit of manhandling. Just accept his affection, Reader.

Sometimes it's more peaceful, like when you take naps at your spot during a picnic, and you wake up to find him gazing at you. If you try to look away, he gently tilts your chin to make you meet his eyes again. It's an intimate moment, and he cherishes it. He might seem a bit more assertive, but it's never in a way you find off-putting.

Another bold thing about him is his public displays of affection (PDA). He always wants to hold your hand, needing to know you're close for his own sanity. And if the opportunity arises, he's stealing kisses when no one's looking. Others might tease him all they want, but they haven't spent half their life as a suit of armor. If he hadn't been, he probably would've had a girlfriend by now, and most likely, it would have been you.

He makes an effort to sing your favorite songs, even though he's really not good at it. He's often off-key, but you both still slow dance to his attempts when the radio unexpectedly cuts out in the middle of one. Caught lacking? Not when Al's got you.

Once a gentleman, always a gentleman. He offers his coat to you more times than you'd like, sometimes when it's not even necessary. But he just wants to make sure you're comfortable. Whenever you're dining out, he stands up when you leave the table or approach it, still pulls out your chair for you, and holds your hand while he eats.

Most of those heartwarming dining moments also contained a hint of quirkiness when the opportunity arose.

"If I were a potato, would you still love me?" you inquire, curiosity in your eyes as you finish a spoonful of roasted potatoes.

Al laughs, playfully squinting at you. "Sweetie, you could be anchovies, and I'd still love you."

👾

[starstruckwillows]

jess! i have a request!

okay, so maybe this one is like where y/n is a shy hufflepuff and doesn't talk too much to people who aren't her like... three friends. so when she gets paired up with james potter in potions and they get to talking and get to know each other and become friends. and james starts to realize with the help of siri that he has a crush. a huge crush. and everytime y/n smiles at him he feels as if he's about to fall over. and she smiles at him like all the time. passing in the hallway, great hall, hogsmead. like all the time. and eventually he is pushed into confessing his feelings builds up the courage to confess his feelings

if you don't feel it, no preasure!

♡ three confessions - j.p ♡

el i love your brain omg

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; james potter x reader

category; fluff

summary; just james potter being weak in the knees for the girl he was partnered with in potions

warnings/content; snape, one swear

other; fem!reader, hufflepuff!reader, shy-ish!reader

the only thing that ever, ever made you competitive was potions class.

desire to overcome all your competition rarely cropped up in your nature, but severus snape pulled that fight from you.

his smug face when he beat you to an answer, his gritty laugh when his friends teased muggleborns, his simpering to slughorn when he insisted tipping over your cauldron was an accident.

so absolutely nothing could've made you happier than the professor announcing a group project, in which you would not be paired with who you sat next to now.

"we want to get to know some new people!" slughorn grinned.

getting to know new people was not your fortè, but getting away from snape was too good to worry.

you ended up seated next to james potter, one of the loudest, most confident student you knew of. while the prospect of working with someone so sociable made you tug at your sleeves selfconsciously, working with snape's worst enemy seemed fitting.

slipping into your newly assigned seat, you began reading over the project, feeling james' eyes on you.

eventually, he prompted, "hi. i'm james."

and, awkward at the angle, stuck out his hand for you to shake. you smiled and took the offer, as you introduced yourself.

he nodded enthusiastically with a smirk, "alright, cool! i'll confess it to you now, potions is not something i'm exactly brilliant at."

from a slimy git who sabotaged your work, to the sort of person in a group who left it all up to you. still an alright trade, you thought.

"yeah, no worries. i'll get the research done over the weekend, and you can copy it out on the report. just for the handwriting, y'know."

the messy-haired gryffindor seemed taken aback, nudging his glasses up his face, "no, no, i'll do my bit. i jus' meant my terminology is a bit rusty."

you felt bad for assuming, apologizing quickly, but he brushed it off, and you arranged to meet at the library.

due to being chased out by pince twenty minutes in, her adamant shushing not affecting james in the slightest, you then arranged to meet at the three broomsticks.

but all james' friends showed up, so he got distracted with talking to them, eager to link you into their conversations too, so you once again arranged to meet, this time just at a bench near the main hogsmeade village.

and how was it his fault the travelling carnival showed up, and his pocket money had just arrived, and he insisted the two of you play at least a few rounds of accio-a-duck. so you made, again, new plans to meet in the hufflepuff common room.

when he was done being totally fascinated by all the plants, making the acquaintance of your three friends, and marvelling at the sheer amount of blankets, you both ended up totally abandoning the project to see who could eat a whole pack of bertie botts every flavoured beans the fastest.

"if i didn't know better, i'd say you were messing up the work to keep spending time with me." you teased, feeling significantly braver than you had since you were three.

james chuckled, "and what if i was?"

you rolled your eyes with a laugh, shoving his shoulder before pulling out the parchment and books to actually start.

"new confession, as lovely as you are i think it was this work making me procrastinate. i've never seen something so dull." he groaned, only two minutes in.

unfortunately, you finished it there, and your impromptu hangouts came to an end.

but a new friendship was somewhat nurtured by then, and you found yourself smiling to him when you passed him, to the intense amusement of your friends.

james would always wave back with vigor, ruffling his hair even more.

and one day, when you left the great hall, your soft smile caught him so off guard that it took him a full five seconds to wave.

"give the guy a break, you're gonna melt him." one of your friends smirked, poking you in the ribs.

"huh?" you turned with a frown, entirely baffled.

"he looks like honey on a hot day everytime you deign to glance his way."

you scoff, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks, "you're being silly."

your friend said nothing in reply, just a short laugh before skipping off. you were confused at being left behind, before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

turning with a slightly frightened jump, you met james' eyes.

damnit, they do look like honey.

a shock of fluster rushing back into you made your eyes drop to the ground.

"hey, did you maybe want to go for a walk?"

the uncharacteristic tone of anxiety caused you to remeet his stare. eager to banish the nerves from his face, you nodded, doing your best to supress the smile you wanted to let loose when he interlinked your fingers with his.

a sharp whistle made you both turn, sirius using a disgruntled remus' shoulder to prop himself higher as he yelled, "prongs, don't forget what i said! you're-"

"a stag not a pussy, yeah i know." he grumbled, and though there was no way sirius could've heard, he seemed appeased, and james led you away quickly.

though you didn't understand what was going on, the blush spreading across james' cheeks made your stomach flutter.

when the two of you reached the grounds, walking in comfortable silence as james swung your arms in the closing distance between you. if it wasn't quiet, you would've giggled at his antics.

he stopped, reaching the edge of the black lake where you both sat, shoulders touching. even though you didn't meet his eye, you knew he was staring straight ahead when he started talking.

"so, er... i wanted to tell you something. and i didn't want there to be loads of pressure, so i thought i'd tell you here, where it's a bit more quiet."

you squeezed his hand reassuringly, silently urging him to go on.

"i confessed to you that i wasn't good at potions, which was true. then i confessed that i thought the potions essay might kill me, and that was definitely true, but it wasn't really what i wanted to say."

with a deep breath, he stumbled quickly through his next sentence, "i wanted to confess that i really, really like you. and even though we've sort of accidentally been on a date or two, i want our next one to be official. that is, if you'd also like that."

the joy spread across your face faster than you thought it would, willing yourself not to whisper as you replied, "i'd really like that."

and that was the three confessions of james potter, a story he retold a little too proudly as you showed off the ring, years on.

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Who do you think is most and least like their website and in-game descriptions? I feel like we don’t always see everything they describe on screen (which might be due to those script edits we all love thinking about).

Laura's excited to spend a quiet summer in the woods as a camp counselor alongside her boyfriend Max. It's the perfect way to apply her resourceful, curious nature before she returns to her veterinarian studies in the fall. For Laura, everything's falling into place.

Laura is described in-game as Studious. Independent. Determined.

Ever the class clown, Max has trouble applying himself and seeing things through, unlike his girlfriend Laura. Fortunately, his friendly attitude and unfaltering loyalty make them a great match, provided she doesn't get sick of his lack of ambition—which won't cut it if their plan to go to college together has any hope of success.

Max is described in-game as Mr. Witty. Sarcastic. Helpless. Dependent. Friendly.

Abigail is so deeply buried in her sketchbook that she can't see how well her artistic skills and kind disposition are appreciated by her peers. Socially awkward but sweet and sincere, she's dying to find some romance before the summer is out.

Abigail is described in-game as Shy. Artistic. Indecisive.

Kaitlyn embraces the idea of living out loud; always going toward the fun and never afraid to stir the pot a little. Her amiable nature and ingenuity means she can adapt to any social environment, often allowing her to slip into the de facto role of 'leader,' though she sometimes struggles to express her own needs in stressful situations.

Kaitlyn is described in-game as Quick-Witted. Headstrong. Cunning.

Like many teen heartthrobs, soft-spoken Nick strikes that perfect balance between handsome athleticism and nerdy vulnerability. His fatal flaw is an unwillingness to drop his stoic guard and let people in.

Nick is described in-game as Polite. Awkward. Impressionable.

Emma is something of a documentarian, capturing and commenting on nearly everything through her phone's front-facing camera for her loyal followers. As a talented actress and enterprising influencer, she runs the camp's drama activities, teasing out the best (and worst) in everyone she meets.

Emma is described in-game as Confident, Performative, and Self-assured.

Most won't 'get' whatever's coming through his headphones, but Ryan lives for connection, even if he does lean into the whole brooding, handsome loner thing. Beneath the reclusive persona is the heart of a hero, determined to prove himself to those he cares about.

Ryan is described in-game as inquisitive, stoic and charming.

Campers and counselors alike love Dylan's oddball humor and deep musical knowledge, broadcast daily over the camp's PA system… but beneath the affable, edgy persona of his radio voice, a much different person lies in wait, terrified of rejection.

Dylan is described in-game as Sarcastic. Laid-Back. Sociable.

Jacob is accustomed to being the most popular guy around. Despite some self-centeredness and obnoxious bravado befitting your typical jock, Jacob's got a charming streak and genuinely wants his fellow counselors to have a good time, especially Emma.

Jacob is described in-game as Athletic. Arrogant. Funny.

thank you for bringing this to my attention, i'm eating a dictionary in frustration. i have been yelling about this for twenty minutes & i have a lot of Thoughts

okay i'm going to break this down in stages. for starters, Laura's website description is fine, sounds pretty accurate, but i'm not sure about her in-game description. we don't get a chance to see her be "studious" during the game & it doesn't sit right to me that despite her motivation very clearly being driven by Max's situation, her traits don't reflect that. i would propose something like "Loyal. Determined. Clever."

poor Max, he's reduced to helpless and unable to follow through. that feels unfair - he's too busy being a depressed dog in jail. we don't see enough of my beloved for me to make a judgment call on his ambition (also why does he get so many descriptor tags??) but he has so many good traits so i don't think we should capitalize on his bad ones. he should be "Good-Humored. Dependable. Friendly." none of this helpless shit for my precious boy

Abi's all seem pretty accurate but the "indecisive" trait makes me sad :( we don't get to she her MAKE a lot of decisions barring the one to shoot Nick or not. the scene at the bonfire where she can't pick someone to ask truth or dare feels unfair. i wish we'd gotten to see more of her bc i don't even know what to put in place of it

no real complaints with Kaitlyn's, they got her pretty well. altho i would LOVE for insight on what the fuck the last sentence means. we barely get any backstory on Kaitlyn & i want some

Nick is not fucking stoic, i'm sorry. his fatal flaw is being fucking weird & having no social skills. i don't think his trait tags need changed but if they did i recommend throwing "odd" in there somewhere

i don't have a lot of complaints about Emma's, but if they were going to make her website description so heavily focused on her "documentor" status, i think they should have leaned into it more. have her playtime feature more optional photos, using her camera or something - just more on that concept. also i feel like "confident" & "self-assured" are too similar, so i would replace one of them with maybe "probing" or "argumentative". with love, of course

my man Ryan has a pretty good description but i vote to change "stoic" to "antisocial" or something of the sort bc stoic sounds too mean :(

Dylan, my love :(( why are you so sad :(( they all love you. he's so sad & scared. i don't mind his tags but i would adjust it a little. "Witty. Intuitive. Sociable." maybe. i don't know

and Jacob. first of all, athletic isn't a personality trait i don't think. & funny seems kind of lazy. this idiot deserves a little better maybe. we get to see a lot of different parts of him but they don't seem to go anywhere. i'm thinking "Overactive. Eager. Sarcastic." or something along those lines

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─ Genre: Fluff/Wholesome Headcanons

─ Length: 14 bullet points + Descriptive

─ Disclaimer: Yukhei/Lucas is included because I personally consider WayV as a 7 person group. You can always skip him or skip this post entirely, if you do not want to read anything that involves him.

❒ a/n: There are two parts because there is a long list of bullet points and it’s incredibly descriptive! I finalized the decision of what type of hybrid they are by what they remind me of and based by their personality. So, the animals aren’t exactly the emojis they personally use or describe themselves as. Part 2 is already out, go ahead and check it out to read about the other members!

⊱ WayV as Hybrids Pt. 2 (ft. Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang)

!! Kun - Bear Hybrid. 

Appearance: With light colored hair, there are a pair of round fuzzy ears with a darker shade of brown, resembling a bear’s and followed with a round tail; he is one of the few hybrids who has sharp teeth due to his hybrid characteristics

First Impression: Very polite and well-spoken, isn’t exactly timid nor afraid but he is definitely uncomfortable with his new surroundings. He tries his best to make conversation, but ends up making the situation awkward or very dry; he definitely grew distant after those awkward attempts though

After a week’s passing, Kun remains respectful and shows a higher maturity than most, but he is less awkward! The bear hybrid is always asking how was your day or starting small talk to look after your well-being

Love Language: Quality time and Acts of Services; he loves to cook for you and hang out with you, whether it be outside or inside the house. He is always listening if you ever need advice or need someone to listen whenever you have complaints. If you ever need any help, let him know! Kun is always keeping an eye on you and making his way towards you, if he sees you struggling

He is keen on your dislikes/likes, always remembering the smallest details in conversations; as your personal cook, he knows what you dislike or allergic to - he definitely uses his sense of smell to know if any food has ingredients that may cause a reaction

You two do have moments of teasing one another and him being incredibly playful; he enjoys play wrestling with you, but he is incredibly gentle due to his bear-like strength

He has an independent nature to him where he doesn’t ask for much nor does he need lots of attention, overall he is low maintenance and most cases you are the one being taken care of than the other way around; this doesn’t seem to bother him, however

No matter how long you are out the house/apartment, Kun is always greeting you by the door and asking how your day went; he would even eat dinner with you, despite his food being cold or it’s very late in the night

As a bear hybrid, Kun has a very large appetite and he would sometimes be seen sleeping a lot during winter time (he does not hibernate, he just sleeps longer); you will need to buy lots of ingredients for him to make larger portions for himself - if there are any leftovers, he always has room to eat them

Gives the BEST hugs due to his naturally warm body; he is your personal heater and teddy bear  - if you ever need a hug or some cuddles, he is always there with open arms

He is a very patient and sociable hybrid, as he can be seen being friendly with strangers and isn’t too overprotective over you; but, in crowded areas, he will be placing a hand on you while following closely - he would act protective, if he senses something is wrong

Yes!: Loves it when you scratch behind his ears, helping him cook, asking if he’s eaten/slept well, hugs/cuddles, running your fingers through his hair

No!: His bear-like strength (it is convenient, but sometimes he accidentally breaks certain items that are too fragile in his hands), anyone trying to take your attention away from him (would never admit it though), extremely warm places

Bonus: Always carries the groceries for you or any bags, purposely loses in play wrestling and arm wrestling for you, can identify different types of fish by one bite, his ears twitch cutely while tilting his head whenever he hears your voice

!! Ten - Lynx Hybrid. 

Appearance: Has very distinct ears due to being a lynx, it completely contrasts his black hair with the gray color; the black tips on his ears are thin and are always pointed up. His tail is short, but can be seen wagging/swaying with a black tip - he is considered ‘rare’ or ‘unique’

First Impression: Ten was cautious and tread carefully in the new home, but he seemed more intrigued than anxious; he is closely observing the details of his new home and he is definitely smiling at a few baby photos of you, thinking you were cute. He is not afraid to converse with you and carry the conversation, as he likes to know more about you

Within a few days, Ten is definitely more comfortable and he successfully melted the ice between the two of you; he can be seen teasing you or throwing playful comments around in hopes to make you smile or make you flustered

Love Language: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation; he loves being physical with you, whether it be hugs/cuddles or hand-holding. He loves your warmth and your scent, seeming to take pride in being your hybrid. Ten is not afraid to speak up, and if he sees you needing some encouragement, he is willing to give it - he is your personal hypeman! Furthermore, he is also not afraid to address the elephant in the room if there is anything wrong

He is a hybrid who enjoys wearing collars, if you ever buy any for him, he would wear them and correlate it with his outfits - he simply loves looking cute, especially for you. He is a big fan of bells on his collar, as he finds them adorable whenever they jingle

He loves shopping, especially with you, and if you ever need his opinion with anything, he is honest and willing to help you fix it - he is a hybrid who knows constructive criticism, after all

Ten may be higher in maintenance, as he is a naturally active individual; he loves trying out new things and he does not like being bored. Don’t be too surprised when he starts talking about a certain place he’s seen on the media, and suggests the idea of going there someday with you

Of course, he is very understanding and does not want to force you out of your comfort zone! Talking it out in a mature way helps Ten understand you better, as he has no intention in disregarding your feelings

As a lynx hybrid, he can handle much colder weather (especially the snow) and can hyperfocus on certain things like a feline; his pupils would dilate and he would be focused on that particular thing with a swaying tail like a feline ready to pounce - thus, he is always looking out the window or watching dance videos intently

As a feline hybrid, he is tidy and is seen tidying up the house whenever it feels a bit too overwhelming for him; he never nags at you, but teases about you never cleaning up due to being “lazy”

Ten can be possessive, as he likes to make comments or do certain things to have your attention on him (especially when someone else has your attention for too long); he is likely to be extra touchy with you if there is another hybrid, as he dislikes the idea of some other hybrid’s scent on you

Yes!: Loves it when you squish his cheeks together and he would start purring, rubbing/scratching his ears make him purr also, cuddles/hugs (because you are warm), exploring/trying new things

No!: Touching his tail causes discomfort for him, whenever you are feeling down (it affects him sometimes), messy areas, another hybrid (he doesn’t know) touching his belongings or you

Bonus: His fur would bristle or stand up whenever he gets scared/irritated, he likes to do weird and highly flexible stretches to creep you out, he has little cat friends that would follow him around the neighborhood, he purrs and the tip of his tail twitches whenever he is in a good mood

!! Winwin - Koala Hybrid.

Appearance: He has a very cute appearance, as he has large round gray ears at the top of his head contrasting his brown hair. His only koala attribute is his ears and they are quite expressive whenever Sicheng is feeling a certain emotion

First Impression: Sicheng has a quiet and reserved nature and this seems to always draw people in, and maybe that is another reason why you may have adopted him and adored him from the start! He doesn’t exactly get out of his comfort zone quickly, and he definitely stayed in his room rather than trying to interact with you at first

Within a few days of giving him space, Sicheng begins to accompany you in the same room in comfortable silence or sometimes starting conversations to know one another more; usually, the talks lead to your/his interests and he seems way more comfortable in carrying the conversation

Love Language: Quality Time and Physical Touch; He loves hanging out in the same room as you! At times, he would be entering the same room after you to accompany you. He doesn’t mind going out with you either, if you ask him. Physically he enjoys having a sense of security in your presence, oftentimes in public, he will be holding your hand or interlocking his pinkie with your own to avoid separation

Due to his more lax personality, Sicheng likes to laze around or doze off which can lead to some misunderstandings; you will need to be vocal about him with chores or with his trash, as he gets distracted or he tends to forget

When he lazes around, he likes being on his phone or watching movies/shows; sometimes, he likes to drag you to bed or to the couch for a more comfortable time. When he sees you being stressed, he is definitely dragging you to bed for cuddles to hopefully relieve your stress

He literally sleeps everywhere and is actually a light sleeper due to his sensitive hearing! But, if he is familiar with the place (especially in your home), he is asleep and not moving a muscle; he sleeps for very long hours and you usually find him asleep with something that smells like you

Sicheng is lower in maintenance, not always needing/wanting attention from you and likes to stay at home majority of the time, but he isn’t one to complain if he needs to go out - for you, he is willing to waste some energy. However, he dislikes being babied and he can get a bit snappy or annoyed whenever that occurs

As a koala hybrid, Sicheng has a habit of hugging things; whether it be a stuffed animal, pillow or you. He is also a great climber, but his fear of heights had prevented him from showing off his natural abilities. Due to his koala aspects, he can be a picky eater and usually greens is a way to snack to keep him satisfied!

Whenever he gets tired, he gets more touchy and grow attached to you like a koala to a tree; he loves holding onto your arm or your body in general, and rest his head against yours/shoulder when he is out in public

He is more introverted and reserved in public outings and he is the type to be jealous (with other hybrids), but never show it; you may need to be keen when he does get a bit grumpy (his ears would twitch followed by a scoff), as he isn’t the type to voice out his complaints. Even if you encourage him to say something, Sicheng never want to ruin your fun

Yes!: Staying up to watch movies/shows with you, hugging your arm or holding your hand, laying down/sleeping, stroking his ears (especially when he’s upset)

No!: Getting little sleep or having a difficult time falling asleep, his stamina (he apologizes a lot for not being too active), loud noises (his ears are large and very sensitive)

Bonus: Always leans into your touch whenever you pet him, resting his head on your lap, once climbed a tree to impress you but got stuck there for a few minutes due to his fear, always the big spoon because he loves clinging onto you

!! Lucas - Tiger Hybrid.

Appearance: Yukhei is an exotic hybrid and is was intimidating at first, especially with his towering height and broad build. He has a pair of striped ears contrasting his dark hair and a tail that are incredibly expressive, and he is one of the few hybrids who have claws and sharp canines like an actual tiger; unfortunately, his claws tend to grow back quickly no matter how many times he clips it

First Impression: When first arriving, he is friendly and gives wide smiles to relieve the awkward tension between the two of you. He follows you closely during the house tour and he is very mindful of his actions, as he is afraid to break anything; at times, he would point out a few framed photos to know the story behind it and he listens closely

Honestly, within a few days, the two of you are comfortable and the tameness of Yukhei disappears; it is replaced by him being easily excited and being LOUD. His personality is very bubbly and sometimes clingy or lovey-dovey. He acts more like a big dog that tries to be your lap dog

Love Language: Physical Touch and Receiving/Giving Gifts; He likes to have his hand on you at all costs and it’s possibly from his possessiveness. Yukhei feels more confident in showing that you are his, and he likes to wrap his tail around your leg or arm - at times, he would nuzzle the tip of his nose against yours as affection. Yukhei is expressive when it comes to showing his gratitude and is always thinking of getting stuff that reminds him of you

Believe it or not, this large hybrid loves being the little spoon! He is always crawling into your arms and letting you hold him tight. It gives him a sense of security and he is nuzzling against you - good luck in trying to get him off, as he can sometimes be stubborn

Yukhei is one of the few hybrids with high levels of energy and he may need to relieve his energy through physical activity or sports. Taking him to the gym will help a lot for him, and he likes the idea of you joining him during his workouts; he either becomes your personal trainer or you are his personal cheerleader

Despite his loud and energetic personality, he does have days where he seems more quiet and calm; usually this happens with some days, where he likes to sunbathe and hold you in his arms or he is sleeping for the whole day on your bed

Whenever you are out for too long, Yukhei does get restless and he is always greeting you with hugs/nuzzles whenever you arrive home; even if he was asleep, he is waking up and approaching you with a sleepy mumble of “Welcome home, I missed you.”

Overall, Yukhei is not exactly high maintenance; if you are able to keep up with his energy and attend his needs, there wouldn’t be much issues. His diet mainly consists of meat, but he can eat veggies/greens by itself without an issue! He does eat large portions and he is definitely eating the leftovers the next day

As a tiger hybrid, Yukhei likes to sleep during the day and can be very active at night; but, if you can fix his schedule, he will most likely fall asleep faster at night. For his claws, he needs to scratch things or file them since he is always afraid of hurting you 

Public outings is no problem for Yukhei! He is a social individual and he easily befriends or gains acquaintances, but he is incredibly loyal to you as he is always returning to you with love in his eyes. He can be quite protective and possessive, as he is always keeping an eye on you whether you are beside him or across the room

Yes!: Petting/Touching his tail and ears, impressing you with his physical abilities, sleeping/napping on your bed (it’s warm and smells like you), anything you cook (he still eats it if it’s not the best)

No!: You feeling down/sad (he gets worried and would try to fix it or cheer you up), long days where you are gone, losing/failing (he is trying to please you but he gets sulky when it doesn’t work)

Bonus: easily catching bugs or any critters, lots of hugs and nuzzling whenever he scratches you accidentally, surprising you with random tight hugs during the day, reminding you that he is there to protect you and proclaiming he is your personal bodyguard

[driftward]

Title: Different Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Y'mhitra Rhul Rating: Teen Summary: Y'mhitra would like to learn more about Zoissette, and figure out what it is that makes her different. Notes: None

This one was different, her cousin Zel had said.

Y'mhitra watched the tall Elezen carefully, and wondered what it was that Zel had seen. He was a kind hearted soul, but rather too prone to earnestness and overly romantic imagination, she felt. So when he had pointed out a particular Elezen as a potential partner for Shtola, she did not resist the urge to scoff at him and cuff him gently while teasing him.

But this one was different, he had said. He was just certain that Nymeia had worked with Menphina to capture both Elezen and Miqo'te in a beautiful web. She did not believe him, of course, but she had come all the way to Old Sharlayan to help family, and she figured she would at least investigate before leaving. Shtola had begged out of being sociable, claiming to be rather too busy, of course. She had not pressed too hard. She knew her sister hated it when she meddled in her affairs, at least directly.

So it was up to her to find ways to be indirect.

She had found the Elezen at the Last Stand rather unintentionally. She had not been seeking her out, but she had seen a small fairy familiar flit through the air, and alight on the Elezen's shoulder. There were few enough Nymian scholars, even so many years after the rediscovery of the art, and so Y'mhitra was certain it was her. She seemed to be pondering lunch, which was fortunate. Y'mhitra walked up to her, all smiles and friendliness, and when the Elezen had noticed her approaching, she had grinned.

At least, she thought it was meant to be a grin. The rictus lock as she showed her teeth made Y'mhitra wonder if she was going to split her head in two or perhaps go for the neck. To be fair, considering the first and last time they had met, it had been a bit awkward for all involved. Y'mhitra decided to nip her apparent anxiousness in the bud.

"Zoissette, correct? You remember me, I assume. Y'mhitra, Y'shtola's sister," and here she paused, taking a moment to feign uncertainty. "Your friend threatened to kill me if I became enthralled, I believe?"

The woman blanched.

"I, uhm, would have rather hoped you had forgot that incident," she said.

Y'mhitra dropped the act and laughed. "I must needs apologise, I only mean to tease. As I am certain you recall, I found her straightforwardness endearing. At least, once she had explained her concerns. I did not and still do not hold it against you."

"Oh. Well... thank you."

The fairy looked Y'mhitra over, and took to the air. The woman's shoulders lowered just an iota, and her smile became a touch less strained. Y'mhitra glanced her over, studying her thoughtfully.

"So, I understand that you are in Old Sharlayan to help my sister. I was hoping we might share lunch together? I would love to know more about what she is up to and your part in it."

The Elezen's eyes darted off to the side, and Y'mhitra put more warmth into her smile, and shifted her posture to appear as open and nonthreatening as possible. Just a friend asking after family.

"...ah. Uhm. Well. Of course," she said, and Y'mhitra clasped her hands together.

"Excellent! Well then. What are you having?"

The Elezen - Zoissette, if she was going to be spending a lunch with her - looked over at the menu board.

"Perhaps you should order first," she said. "I think I am still deciding."

Y'mhitra nodded, and hummed thoughtfully as she looked over the menu items. It had been some time since she had visited Old Sharlayan, much less visited the Last Stand. She had some favorites from her childhood that she could loosely recall, and she was trying to decide whether to check if any of them were still available or to try something new.

"I hear good things about the fish sampler platter," said Zoissette idly.

Y'mhitra made a noise of assent, and placed her order, following Zoissette's suggestion. Zoissette had apparently made her own decision in the meanwhile, and quickly followed up by ordering a mutton and tomato sandwich with some tea, and quietly murmuring something to the clerk. Y'mhitra decided to politely pretend to not notice.

"It seems like it might be a bit cold out here today," said Zoissette neutrally as they took their seats.

"'Tis because of how far North Old Sharlayan is, as well as being an island nation," said Y'mhitra. "One does get used to it."

Zoissette nodded thoughtfully, and Y'mhitra settled in to study her. The other woman had lost some of the tension from their initial meeting, but it was impossible to hide the remains of it in her shoulders. The rictus grin was gone, replaced with a softly pleasant almost-a-smile on her face as she looked out over the ocean, and her eyes were half-lidded and calm.

Interesting. Shtola often liked them earnest. This one seemed distant.

Then again, Thancred had been a bit of a surprise at the time as well. It was time to find out more.

"So, what are you two working on, anyroad?" asked Y'mhitra.

"Has she not told you?" replied Zoissette.

Y'mhitra looked thoughtful. "Only the broad strokes. That she intends to unlock the secrets of crossing the rift."

Zoissette nodded. "Just so. I am full well surprised she has not tried to bring you in on the research. The connection between voidsent and their summoners is arguably superficially similar to that between summoner and familiar or egi - a linking of aether. You are the foremost expert in that field, are you not?"

"Not an active practitioner, however, being as a necessary component of such is exposure to Primal aether - which I have not been. However, my research has led the way towards re-establishing the traditions of Allagan summoners. Though... I suppose such is no longer necessary."

"But the body of work could still serve use, even if not for its original goal of Primal conflict," said Zoissette, looking thoughtful. "Especially as you practically revived the art yourself."

Zoissette's fairy familiar floated down between the two ladies, perching on the edge of a vase serving as a table centerpiece. As she sat, her wings fluttered slowly, and she leaned forward, fixing Y'mhitra with a penetrating look. Y'mhitra smiled at her.

"I am not the only one who has revived ancient arts. I believe yourself to be the foremost expert in Nymian Mathematics, and the first in our age to create a fairy from first principles, are you not?"

Zoissette shrugged. "Alka Zolka and myself simply rediscovered the core nature of the Nymian fairy familiars. There were others familiar with the art before myself, and many have established their own familiars, typically from Nymian soulstones."

She leaned forward, looking interested. "However, unlike you, I have not spurred an entire discipline and its students. Lady Synnove, Lady Riven, Mister Jajasamu, and others aside. I believe some of them have even been your students directly."

"My, you are well read, since as I understand, you do not deal with the summoning arts at all."

"I have had my hands full enough with exploring the depths of Nymian mathematics. That does not mean, however, that I am not interested in the work of other arcanists. Do you mind if I ask more about your work?"

"Certainly not. I shall do my best to answer," said Y'mhitra.

Zoissette nodded, and began to ask her questions. They started shallow enough, but grew deeper, and Y'mhtira relished in the opportunity to explain her work to someone who truly understood not just the practicalities of her work, but the theory behind it. Zoissette ate her sandwich patiently while Y'mhitra answered her questions, pausing in doing so only to ask for a clarifying question or to make a polite noise of understanding. Y'mhitra almost did not notice the time passing, until she looked down at her own plate, seeing it nearly untouched, and looked over at Zoissette's, seeing the woman had near finished her own lunch.

"My, I think I have been rather dominating this conversation, don't you think? Mine apologies," said Y'mhitra, picking up knife and fork and preparing to go in on her platter. "I feel as though I've hardly asked you anything about yourself."

Zoissette just shook her head. "I am not offended, if that is your concern. I have enjoyed listening to you. Say, would you care for a drink? You seem to have drank all your water already. They make a wonderful mimosa here. I think the citrus would pair well with your platter."

Y'mhitra glanced at her water, realised that she had drank a significant amount of it keeping her throat from being parched while talking about her work.

"That sounds lovely," she said, deciding to be accommodating.

"I will pay for it," said Zoissette, getting up abruptly.

She watched as the fairy took to flight to follow after Zoissette, and then leaned her head on her hand, as she ate her food thoughtfully. She had allowed herself to get off track. Not that she had learned nothing - she had learned Zoissette was quite the studious sort, and inquisitive as well.

Though that was really nothing new. Only an inquisitive mind would have gone through such effort to unearth the secrets of an ancient magical tradition, and only a studious mind could have mastered them.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a mimosa was placed on the table in front of her, and Zoissette sat down across from her with a cup of tea in her hands. Y'mhitra blinked. She had returned rather faster than she had anticipated.

Zoissette smiled at her. Well, sort of. It was barely stronger than the pleasant smile she had had on her face for most of their lunch. "Try it," she said encouragingly.

Y'mhitra took a sip, and blinked, looking at the drink. It was just the perfect mix of sweet and tart, delighting her tongue, and the alcohol carried a pleasant warmth up her spine. "...this is surprisingly good."

"Your sister is rather fond of them," said Zoissette, sipping her tea. Y'mhitra took the opening and pounced.

"Speaking of family, might I ask about yours? You hail from Ishgard, I believe?" she asked.

"I do, though there is little to say there. My mother and my older brother both served with distinction and retired with honors, and my father still enjoys his work. Certainly we are not as storied as your own family. Your sister, of course; and you as well. Though your other sisters have some stories of their own, I believe, such as Y'jhimei. To say nothing of your cousin, Y'zel. Has he told you about his work?"

Y'mhitra wanted to pry further into Zoissette's family, but the mimosa was really very tasty, and the opportunity to hear some gossip on her family members was too good to pass up.

"Well, I know how you know Y'zel," she said, "but Y'jhimei?"

"Well," said Zoissette. "She stole my research."

Y'mhitra spluttered, and Zoissette handed her some water as she began to tell the story. She split her attention between mimosa and fish platter as Zoissette first explained how Y'jhimei had stolen her research, apparently led the Ixal on a clever chase to another world, and then had come back with a story to tell. And of Y'zel, she told of his trials and tribulations at the office, of the times he needed to be retrieved from the field, and of his loves and losses. All the time, Y'mhitra was reminded of nothing so much as one of the Gridanian nobles, telling supposedly grand stories in dry tones. Zoissette's style of storytelling was similar, but where the Gridanians were dry was a matter of propriety, Zoissette apparently was dry as a matter of humor, making clever observations and devastating understatements.

Y'mhitra found herself amused by the stories, and was well past feeling the effects of the drink by the time Zoissette was done.

"...and when she returned, she did not even have the good manners to return my research. Left it clear in another world, apparently, with the so-called prince and his friends."

Y'mhitra tittered a bit as Zoissette shook her head.

"I will need to catch up with her at some point," said Y'mhitra. "I was not full aware she had gotten into such trouble."

Zoissette smiled, and shrugged.

Y'mhitra blinked a few times, and looked down at her half-eaten plate, before looking over at Zoissette's completely bare plate and empty teacup.

"Ah, I was wondering," said Zoissette. "I meant to bring some tarts back to the annex with me. Do you happen to know what your sister likes?"

Y'mhitra grinned at her. "Intending to bring her a gift, are you?"

Zoissette shrugged. "Something for everyone, really. I have several picked out and waiting for me at the counter already, just need to get one last one for her. Would you mind helping me out, letting them know what she'd like and bringing my order back with you?"

Y'mhitra could see no reason why not to. "Certainly. I shall be right back."

"Thank you," said Zoissette.

Y'mhitra got up and wandered over to the counter, her thoughts beginning to clear as she did so. She quickly picked out a simple fruit tart, and retrieved Zoissette's order, and as she did so, she went back over the stories that Zoissette had told. By the time she had returned, she had realised that none of them had featured Zoissette in any meaningful capacity.

Zoissette took the bag of treats from her as she returned. "Thank you," she said. "And now, if you will forgive me, I simply must return to the annex, we have a lot to do. You have been most pleasant company, Miss Y'mhitra."

"Thank you. This has been... enlightening," said Y'mhitra.

"Enjoy your fish platter," said Zoissette, waving as she left. Her fairy took to flight and followed after her, trailing behind her in the air.

Y'mhitra sat and picked at her fish plate. Now that Zoissette was gone, she had time to think over their conversation. She considered the woman, comparing her to various people her sister had known over the years. She did not know of all of her sisters' dalliances, and if any of them were ever serious, Y'shtola had not made them well known, but of course, sisters had a way of finding out.

But this was frustrating. She had came here to learn about Zoissette, and felt she had barely learned anything new at all. It was almost as frustrating as when she had tried to learn more from Thancred, except Thancred had at least been charming and eloquent with his stories and wit. Zoissette had been just as evasive, and perhaps even more so, with her many questions. Her stories had been interesting, and she had a sense of humor, but it had hardly been illuminating. She wanted to chase the woman down and study her and crack her mind clear open-

And then Y'mhitra stopped, and began to laugh.

"Oh, I see," she said to herself. "Different indeed."

Shaking her head, she got up from the table. This would require more investigation. Perhaps her sister could benefit from her expertise on the project after all. Not directly, of course. But as a supplier of research and ideas, and perhaps as a collaborator to a certain Nymian scholar.

She was still chuckling to herself as she left the Last Stand.

"I am beginning to think you have a thing for lost causes, dear sister," she said.

[fluffallamaful]

Link:

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Okay, with that out of the way: Servant Quackity AU

So, as Kat said above, Quackity is in canon very much afraid of Dream’s retribution. This is not the case in this AU — not anymore — because Dream is now so injured and in need of care that he can’t even hold a spoon on his own. And with Tommy’s newfound support for the Dream Is A Person idea, he’s lost the main thing that he used to justify him being in pain. His self esteem doesn’t really take a hit from this — he never prided himself as a “good person” anyway — but it does mean that thing just got a hell of a lot more awkward. He can’t be satisfied by the sight of Dream struggling anymore, and over time this response diminishes until it’s barely there at all.

Dream’s reaction to Quackity doesn’t change a bit.

He’s terrified. He’s angry. He’s humiliated. He’s violated. He hates that everyone else just — fucking — up and abandoned him into the arms of the guy that tortured him for months. He isn’t responding to Quackity’s attempts to be nice, to be sociable, to get him to open up. Of course he isn’t. But he’s also extremely lonely, so when Quackity shapeshifts into someone else. Well. Dream doesn’t really have any choice but to lean into it. It’s an escapist fantasy: his friends are all right here with him, able to smile to his face and tease him gently and give him the kind of kindness he hasn’t really gotten from them in years. Sometimes he can even forget that it’s all an act.

Quackity often feels like he’s intruding on a conversation between Dream and other people. It’s a weird feeling, because he knows that he’s done things far more violating and intrusive, with blood and violence on top of that, and he did them all with a smile on his face. But now he’s helping him eat, bathe, sleep, use the bathroom. This sort of thing is quiet, and it’s gentle, and it’s somehow way more of a slap to the face than if Dream had managed to get some actual, physical revenge. At least then he’d be able to call it even. This just feels like he’s twisting the knife. He shouldn’t be here. But nobody else can be around Dream at the moment, either because they’re too messed up to treat him kindly (Sam) or too guilty to visit (Sapnap). And as much as he doesn’t want to do more damage than he already has, he wants to leave Dream alone and without any care at all even less. And the shapeshifting may offer Dream an escapist fantasy, but it also acts as a way for Quackity to feel less like he’s crossing every line in the book.

It works, eventually. The shapeshifting mask allows for Dream to slowly get used to Quackity’s presence, until he’s — well, not UNAFRAID, but less on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of being in the same room as him. And talking to him as him isn’t something he can stand for long, but he asks for him again the next day, and the next, until eventually — weeks down the line — there’s something oddly comfortable there. It’s still tense, but it doesn’t feel like a threat anymore.

link - gosh they explained everything so perfectly!! 😵‍💫 quackity and dream’s relationship was always so exciting to me coz they were just both so cautious of each other

but like you pointed out,, in this AU quackity would have lost his reason to fear dream,, and along with that, he would have lost his excuse to harm him…

(more below)

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he really did fall back on the excuse that “dream was a bad person and therefore deserved it” so damn much. like it was so easy for him to hide his motives behind dream’s past actions, coz everyone was just so obsessed with it. and i think as well as it being easy to hide his nastiness from everyone else, it was also easy to hide it from himself (we discussed this in the time travel au, like when quackity goes through that moment of realising that he possibly enjoyed the torture way more than he had initially realised)

i love that you’ve pointed out that in this AU he would feel like he’s intruding on dream anytime he sees dream being vulnerable. like despite being the one holding half of the conversation, he still feels as though he shouldn’t be there or be hearing the things that dream is saying. i feel like he’d end up feeling guilty when people do actually start to visit. like while he’s watching dream interact with them, especially if they start saying things that contradict the things that he had said while being morphed as them

and yes we’ve touched on how on edge he’d be feeling when dream actually does start addressing him as quackity, and not as someone else. i’m excited to see the plans you have for this AU, the relationship set up between dream and quackity is super interesting. and the potential competitions that could arise when dream does actually start recieving visitors is also super interesting eeee

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[existingispetty]

Hello, if it’s not a bother, may I request a Genshin and bsd matchup?

She/her, heterosexual

Scorpio, INTP 5w6

Personality: I’m responsible, hard-working and rational. I’m quite awkward and very reserved with strangers and people I don’t know well. I heard that some people have been intimidated because I was too formal with them. When I get close to a person though, I get very mischievous, sarcastic and playful. 

In my friend group, I’m the responsible one and I’m the gremlin. Even though I tease my friends a lot, I cherish them as well. It’s not often that I develop a close friendship with someone since I have trouble maintaining it plus I’m very picky. Although I do say I cherish them, I don’t think they know what to extent. There are things that I appreciate about them that I don’t want to admit because it’s embarrassing to say, but it sometimes worries me if I’m not expressing how grateful I am to them enough.

I’m ambitious, a bit prideful, curious and independent. I have many goals for myself but there are lots of times where I’m lazy and I’m usually hard on myself so it results to self-loathing. I was told by people that I was a workaholic and perfectionist, at first I didn’t believe it and thought they were exaggerating but I observed myself and realized that they aren’t wrong. I have a habit of suppressing my emotions, I usually don’t understand them and don’t know how to deal with them since I feel very strongly so I suppress them since that’s the only way I know and I don’t want to act irrationally because of it.

I’m quite harsh on other people as well even though I don’t like to admit it. I think it’s because of the fact I have high expectations for myself so I also place the same expectations for other people. I like to analyze things and that would lead to me having harsh opinions on it, so harsh I would be cancelled if I posted it. I even have questions I want to ask since there are things I don’t understand but I’m not sure if it’s alright to so I keep silent.

I also have a lot of fear and anxiety towards things I can’t control and I don’t know why it scares me so much. I have many insecurities but I cover it up with a self-assured attitude and I barely talk or even mention my insecurities to other people.

Likes: anime, cafes, sweets, psychology, neuroscience, video games (I’m open to any genre as long as it looks interesting to me), quiet places, stationery, fluffy things, travel, milk tea, and cats.

Hobbies: reading, listening to music, researching (about anything as long as it’s interesting), daydreaming, playing video games, drawing, watching anime, painting (rarely)

Dislikes: crowds, insects, being useless, beliefs I find to be unnecessary, the sun, household chores and rules that I find to be too restricted or inefficient.

My love languages are acts of service and quality time. (It can be physical affection as well but that would take a great amount of trust.)

Thank you! :)

Hello! Thanks for the ask! I apologize for the wait, writers block has been rough… I hope you enjoy!

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Your matchups are…insert overly aggressive drumroll*)

Childe/Tartaglia

Childe can be be very intimidating when someone gets in his nerves or when he’s in a serious battle. Of course in the beginning Childe is sociable although he doesn’t expect to become true friends with anyone due to the harsh conditions of his career. Once you’re more teasing and mischievous side shows the child he will be entertained and expecting a lot more of bonding time between you two. 

Childe is mischievous  but, he is not very responsible he can be very reckless at times so he may need someone to look out for him every once in a while and he would most definitely appreciate that favor. I doubt you would need to put up that much effort to stay in a relationship of any kind of childe yes he wouldn’t seek you out. Childe doesn’t show how much he cares for his friends because he doesn’t want people to see him as vulnerable. 

Childe strongly believe that everyone should be at least a little prideful after all  everyone’s accomplished something. Independence is important when knowing Childe because he can’t be around all the time and the world is a dangerous place.  Childe has many goals in life one of the biggest is to protect his family, though he does get sidetracked often on his smaller goals. 

Childe is only truly motivated to complete a task when there’s something in it for him. Childe would praise you quite the amount.  Childe supports your urge to work hard but once you over do it he steps in. Childe is a wonder at reading emotions. It’s unlikely he wouldn’t be able to tell how you feel. Childe is the type to suppress his emotions in order to trick people or be successful on a mission. 

Childe will do anything to see you happy or less insecure whether it be gifts or comforting words. Childe is at work a lot but all the free time he gets is spent with you.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai can often come off as mature at first but anyone that actually gets to hang out with him for more than a few minutes knows how big of a prankster he is. Dazai is quite the mix of both irresponsible and responsible he’s most responsible when people are relying on him but when it’s only his task he is very irresponsible. When someone entertains Dazai he’s big into following them around.  Dazai  Will never admit his appreciation towards anyone close to him unless he’s in a dire situation but of course he shows it in other ways. 

Dazai adores helping people reach their goals. he’s really used to it at this point helping people out that struggle to reach goals. Dazai may be strangely smart but he still has to work hard to complete many of his plans. Self loathing is something Dazai is very familiar with of course. 

He understands why so many people around him tend to dislike themselves yet, he’s grown to comfort and encourage those important to him that struggle with this issue. Harsh is one thing Dazai is common with. Dazai is harsh on people to push them to the best they can be. Ur can go very bad at times but the small change it could work well entices him. I’m like 90% sure that half of the fandom has cancelled Dazai. 

Once you grow close to Dazai he would do anything to please you as long as it doesn’t hurt him. Dazai would skip work just to hangout with you more. 

[chumchurrii-tales]

nyeongan chumchurrii!!!

just a late night, or more like midnight, thought. did you know na i've always wished to become extroverted bc i always admire extroverted ppl, in fact maybe i'm jealous of that trait. growing up, i actually thought na i am extroverted, like yung madali makihalubilo sa iba etc. etc., but lately i realized na it's not that i am extroverted when i was younger, i was just lucky to have friends and classmates since toddler na makasama ko sila hanggang high school that's why i always thought before na i don't find it hard to make friends kasi kilala ko naman na sila simula pagkabata. tapos pagkahigh school ko, i was just lucky to have sociable and outgoing friends kaya nagawa kong makihalubilo sa ibang new faces, and now i realized that's why pala pagtungtong ko ng college i really struggled to socialize kasi everyone was suddenly new to me. tapos ang nakaclose ko lang rin is yung mga roommates ko sa dorm. when i transferred school, i was also just lucky na i was approached by another sociable person during enrollment to process what we need, then eventually siya na rin naging unang friend ko pagkapasukan, lol. like i was just lucky to have the ppl around me kaya madali akong makipagkaibigan, that's all, i thought i am extroverted and sociable— mentally lang pala bc when i am put in an actual situation or event na kailangan kong makihalubilo, i am just hiding behind my sociable friends pretending i am doing well in the situation but deep down i just want to ruuuun! haaaaahhhhh, but yeah, i wish i am sociable enough and extroverted enough, maybe if i am, i'll be more likeable and relatable and ppl won't tease me for being well, weird as they say, but i'd like to say unique. then it wouldn't be awkward for me to strike up a conversation kasi i'll be able to relate with ppl's words and thoughts with confident instead of talking only about the things i'm interested or comfortable with huhu 🥺

that's also why, ang ironic lang sa line of work ko ngayon bc i always have to do my best to be sociable, and what comes with sociability is your ability to mingle with others without feeling drained, kaya kapag napapagod na ako sa mga customers, i can't help but maging bugnutin towards them, which is bad, i know, pero kasi nakakapagod maging alam mo yun sensible sa iba ALL THE TIME, which is kailangan for a frontliner, tho i enjoy the work pero as in at the end of the day i always make sure i get to be alone to recharge 😭 hmmm i don't have any problem facing ppl naman, but sometimes i get fed up talaga esp if someone is not on the same energy or vibration as i am, i always get drained kasi i feel the need to match those ppl's energy or vibration just for me to not offend them pero sometimes, ppl just find me too much. so idk. maybe this is god's way para mapush ako maging extroverted since it's what i've been wishing for 😭 be careful what you wish for talaga. huhu. basta, tapos i always thought na i am just shy, pero well yeaahhh, for strangers and ppl i'm not close with, as iiiin, super shy, super shy, pero naman pag kasama ko naman mga close ko na tao, ang kapal ng mukha ko to the point na it's annoying i guess huhuhu aayy ambot i don't get myself. aaahh basta yun lang naman gusto ko ishare, i wish can be extroverted enough, maybe if i am, the world will be saved hahahahaha djk.

wishing for courage,

H.

[marvelsuperfangirl]

The Bro Zone

Alex Summers x Reader

A/N :Based of the prompt : “We’re bros! Best Bros. Just bros!”

Bro.

From how many times you’ve been called that, you could start to believe it was your name.

At least, it seemed to be, for Alex Summers.

That guy was the definition of sociable, apparently, it hasn’t always been like that, but how could it seriously have been any different?

He was friend with most of the student in the manor and acted like an elder brother to any children that lived there.

But beside all that, he was a goddamn sunshine embodied. Starting with his out appareance, those sand blond hair and slightly tanned skin, fitting perfectly the clear blue of his eyes.

While on the inside, he was friendly, kind, funny, easy to talk to, could pass from playful to serious in a blink of an eye depending on the need of the person he was talking to…

Yeah, you were in love with Alex Summers.

Well, in love was maybe a bit too much, but you felt a serious attraction to the guy. Thinking about him most of the time, choosing your outfit with him and his possible reaction in mind, taking every occasion to spend time with him and almost drooling when you saw him shirtless after every training session…

Yeah, that was definitely love.  And after all those years of being friends, sharing interests and good memories it has become difficult to ignore this feeling.

He didn’t seem to mind and most of the time, you felt like the feeling was mutual.

But despite how hopeful you were to have yourself a little love story, ideas were deceiving…

During one sunny afternoon, the X-men and some other mutants enjoyed the good weather in the garden and Alex and yourself were joking with each other. As your laughter reached the ears of the girls, they eyed you and the elder Summers with teasing smiles.

« If I didn’t know better, I’d think the two of you were dating » Jean blurted out, earning herself all of your friends’s attention.

A veil of awkwardness fell upon the group whose eyes all were fixed on you and Alex. The silence was heavy and you knew your cheeks were completely red and that definitely didn’t help your case in the current situation.

But fortunately, or not, Alex took it upon himself to break the ice with a chuckle.

« Well, you do know better! Y/N are bros. »

He turned to you offering you a smile; which you could clearly see was forced before reporting his attention to your friends.

« We’re bros! Best Bros. Just bros! Don’t make things awkward »

And on that, you felt your heart break a little and in a mix of pain and anger, mostly directed at yourself for being so silly about the whole situation, you did the most bro-ish move.

« Right! Bro! »

You punctuate your words with a friendly punch to his arm. Not that friendly by the way because he gasped when your fist collided with him. And you’d be lying if you pretended it was by accident that you’d put so much strength in your blow…

On that, everyone, visibly feeling out of place resumed on their previous conversations, while Jean threw you an apologizing gaze from the other side of your makeshift circle.

But on your side, the conversations had troubles flowing naturally because Alex seemed strongly affected by Jean’s comment.

Not feeling like staying in this heavy atmosphere, you stood up and called out to the group:

« I’m going to get things to drink does someone wants something? »

Everyone shouted out their desired drink and you’d set on going to the kitchen but Jean called out to you before you could even take two steps.

« I’ll go with you, to help you carry everything »

She jogged up to you and you two set up a quiet pace to retrieve the drinks.

« Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened, I thought it would set up the mood. And since the atmosphere around the two of you seemed all fluffy, I… »

You let out a small laugh.

« It’s okay Jean, don’t worry about that, I’m not hurt or anything. It’s just a tiny crush.  If I spent less time with him that would probably help getting over it. But certainly not to get another crush on another one of my bros, uh! »

The last sentence came out with fake manly groans, which pulled chuckled from the red haired girl.

« Come on, let’s get those drinks and erase all that tension » you said, quickening your pace, leaving Jean behind to wonder if one day you’ll be honest and accept your own feelings and worth, leaving your typical humor wall down, but apparently, it wouldn’t be for today.

[sparkles-and-trash]

Just some more less talked about friendships in 1-A would be amazing <3

note: sure thing! I tried to include as many kids as possible, I hope this is okay!

okay, so first out is Tokoyami, Jiro and Shoto

I think Tokoyami and Jiro are already buddies, they're all into some similar music, and Jiro is still teaching him guitar

Jiro turned Tokyami onto hyperpop, and one night Shoto overhears some of it

and he likes it a lot actually

but poor boy has no concept of music genres etc, we already know he didn't know what a concert was, poor kiddo

but Jiro and Tokoyami are happy to educate him!!

they actually like a lot of the same music, old school rock, hyperpop, some new age, it's a big variety, but they share it!

it means a lot to all of them to have someone to share it with and I think that's beautiful

Denki and Kirishima tho, now, that's a duo -

people actually think they are dating a few times, but they’re just really good bros who likes cuddling and casual touching

they have no issues with bro cuddles and sharing a blanket and stuff and for some people it's kind of unusual

but they're both just like that

Denki also dyes Kiri’s hair!!

he's the only one allowed after Mina "accidentally" made it pink

it actually was an accident, but she wasn't mad about it lmao

Kirishima helps Denki with studying and keeping focused during homework, he is very patient and never gives up

okay but, Kiri and the girls have spa nights

idk I can just really see him wanting to take care of himself like that

Bakugo stalks around a lot, and they love to tease him about it

"you know you can just join us, right?"

one day he's like; fuck it, you guys are doing it all wrong!!!

because you know Bakugo is the king of self care

him aggressively teaching them how to make homemade facemasks etc is just his way of showing that he cares

...maybe

Aoyama and Mina and Hagakure are the tea masters of 1A lmao

they know everything about everyone

that's why their hair is os big, it's-... well, yanno

but like, they're not mean gossips or anything!!

they just know everything and likes to discuss current events, without being mean

Momo and Iida, as Class Rep and Vice Class Rep, naturally have to work together on quite a few things

and I think they're both very caring people, so it's natural that they grow to be good friends who care for each other, right?

they also share a lot of good values, and wanna see each other grow and be the best heroes and students they can be

okay, but... Sero and Koda? I think they'd both be very caring of animals

they become friends when Sero shows up outside Kola's room wanting to meet Koda's bunny

poor Koda is so shy and awkward at first, but Sero is so genuinely thrilled by hanging out with them it soon becomes a regular thing

Sero does most of the talking, but they both know they can count on each other and appreciate each other a lot!

another thing, purely friendship wise I love a lot, is Izuku and Ochako, honestly

I just think their friendship gets overshadowed by shipping wars etc

but let's put any romance off the table and just talk about their friendship, yeah?

because I think it's great, how they're both so inspired by each other and excited to see the other succeed

I also think they both like to just exist around each other, and that's honestly the best friendships!

another small group I like is Ojiro, Tsu and Sato

they're all pretty sociable and easy to be around, but aren't the ones to take up much space, either

so I think they'd kinda naturally gravitate towards each other?

okay but them having little weekly movie nights where they turns on choosing genres and movies? and discuss them after?

everyone is welcome to join, but it usually turns pretty nerdy, lmao

Sato always bakes for it kafsklf

I just loves these three sm and wanna see more of them!!

last one for now is Shoji and Shoto

kinda similar vibes, yanno?

I can see Shoji having a bad day, being sad about how someone reacted to him and got scared of him in public, and Shoto finding him

Shoto understands that his classmate is upset, and naturally wants to help, but is kind of nervous to do so

he knows very well that he isn't the best at these things, but he tries, because he wants to help people, after all

he listens to what Shoji has to say, and is quiet for a long time

but when he talks, he manages to say all the right things, at least for Shoji in that moment

after that, they get closer, and start hanging out in the common areas together, often just doing homework or eating and chilling, but they're friends, and they know they can talk about real shit if it needs to happen

requests are still open <3

[sk2lton]

Hello hello! I'd like to request headcanons for Cater, Floyd, and Silver as a big brother please! Gn reader, if you will. I just want some big brother fluff. UwU Thank you!

✿。BIG BROTHER — ꒰ TWST ꒱

cater, floyd and silver as big brothers!

꒰ note: hope u enjoy<33 ꒱

— warnings: gn! reader, unedited

— characters: cater, floyd, silver

✿。 cater — having cater as a brother is just constant back and forth teasing. some nice sibling bullying, but it's out of love! at the end of the day, cater really cares for you. he's the kind of older brother who would spoil his younger sibling then deny it. if you ask him for anything, he's on it! but when you ask him for advice? first, he's shocked but that soon fades leaving him ecstatic that you came to him for advice.

  — the amount of inside jokes you two have is starting to get out of control. it drives everybody around you crazy because they don't understand what you two are talking about half the time. does it drive riddle mad? yes.

  — sending each other memes despite being right beside each other is a frequent occurrence. he'll go to you when he needs advice, he trusts you! even if you're much younger than him, he still goes to you because he wants you to know you can do the same when you're having trouble. ✿。 floyd — annoying as hell but he loves you dearly. he'll poke and prod at you to get your attention, even when you were a baby. he'll repeat your name over and over again if you ignore him. he randomly pinches your cheeks or jumps out and scares you then snickers at your reaction.

— his annoying actions only multiply when he can tell something is off with you. if you refuse to tell him, he'll just attach himself at your hip and be impossible to get rid of until you fess up what's wrong. once you do, he'll try to solve it. whether it's a bad grade on a test... floyd please don't threaten a teacher, or somebody had said something rude to you, he will make it better! he's your older brother that's what he's for.

— the literal embodiment of the childish older sibling. he'd also be one to spoil his younger sibling. you want food? it's on him. the new volume of your favourite series got released? he'll get it, just don't tell jade, okay? heartwarmingly hypocritical because only he can tease and annoy you, nobody else can. ✿。 silver — basically the protective but somewhat aloof older brother. he treasures you very much but would barely ever express it. the larger the age gap, the more he'd not really know what to do. if you were a child, he would be awkward when it came to looking after you, so it's easier for him when you're older!

  — his reserved nature makes him seem like an unapproachable brother, so if you weren't very sociable, it might be hard to approach him. silver knows this very well, so he makes efforts to ask you about your day. if you help guard malleus, he'll make sure to stay beside you with the excuse that you're both protecting malleus, but in truth, he's looking out for you as well as malleus.

— he has big brother instincts. he can tell something is wrong long before you even tell anybody. he also has your back all the time. but especially when it counts. if you need help convincing lilia to let you do something, he'll chime in and back you up.