#(the desks are SOOO fucked up in that class <3)

[bookwyrminspiration]

I've been "the smart friend" for so long that I never considered I could be more but recently I've been facing the fact that I think I might also be the "full of energy silly friend". not like a jokester but just endearingly earnest, energetic, and child-like in my joy that just has and exudes fun

[sharkorok]

ooo u want me so bad

or…grumpy!enha being in luv w u

requested: nope

cw/genre: cursing, grumpy enhypen, fluff, humor, crack-ish, fem!reader, non-idol au, I wrote this during a zoom class, not proofread fuck it we ball, one joke about reader getting jumped?? anyways lmk if anything else should be tagged hehe

a/n: this was inspired by @macahoons grumpy enhypen texts that I just adored!!! Such a cute trope <3

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heeseung

-he’s the basketball team captain, always idly boasting about his talents and loves being first place

-the only exception is you.

-he will never admit it but he absolutely lets you win every time you find him at the basketball court and u challenge him to some dumb scoring game where u see how many baskets u each can get

-“OMG HI HEESEUNG!! :3” when u find him at the basketball court and he sighs but he’s trying not to scream at how cute u r lowkey

-ur all giggly when u keep beating him “hee r u even trying?” “I’m just having a bad day don’t even” like he isn’t completely distracted by the way you look when ur grinning at him

-“I think I can take ur place as basketball team captain!” “In ur dreams??” but he’d gladly give it up if you would keep smiling like that

-insists on walking you home from the court because “I’m not gonna be held responsible for you getting jumped”

-and the next time you catch him on the basketball court it happens all over again! <3

jay

-you can’t even finish saying “I’m cold” before his jacket is over your shoulders and he’s scolding you for not being prepared

-sitting down and your skirt is riding up? his uniform blazer is over your lap and he’s shaking his head

-“what would you do without me??” “do you want your jacket back then , jay?” “…no”

-while it’s also because he cares about ur wellbeing, he also just really likes the sight of you wearing his clothes and you smelling like his cologne

-you literally walk into the room and he’s immediately “y/n you need to buy a thicker jacket you’re gonna get sick” not even a good morning or anything…

-“don’t tell people ur wearing my jacket I don’t want them to get the wrong idea 🙄” but lowkey he wouldn’t mind at all

-gets so (internally) giggly when u sink into his jacket because it’s chilly

-finds excuses u give u his clothes at this point …the tiniest piece of lint on ur shirt and he’s handing you his blazer

-“u can keep it ig”

jake

-gets you tiny gifts and acts like he just randomly found them

-he totally went out of his way to find you two matching keychains but he doesn’t wanna admit that

-“y/n I just randomly found your favorite seasonal pastry. no big deal. don’t thank me.”

-BUT HE ALSO KEEPS EVERY GIFT U GET HIM OMGEEE, he has a whole area on his desk dedicated to notes, trinkets, stickers, if you drew on his paper he’ll tear the section off so he can keep it LOL

-will never admit that. to anyone. but gets pressed if you give gifts to anyone else because that’s his y/nnie!! giving HIS gifts to some rando!! D: the cruelty!!

-gets sooo dramatic if he doesn’t get at least a little doodle he’s texting you like you killed a man

-one time his friend asked if he could borrow a pencil and he was like yea man sure and then realizing it was a pencil YOU!! gave him he snatched it back so fast trust

-he’s so cutie patootie but internally…4 now…

-wishes he could get over himself and kiss you all over when you shyly present a little plush toy you won at a claw game he’s RAHHHHH !!!

-for now he’ll stick to “thanks 😒”

sunghoon

-he’s really protective over you me thinks

-but he’ll be really quiet about it, maybe a girl makes you upset and he sees and he’ll “accidentally” knock over her bottled water on her notes, a guy is talking shit about you and sunghoon is squaring up in the courtyard no questions asked

-“sunghoon u dont have to protect me” “it’s not about you” even though it’s totally about you and he will die defending your honor

-one time on your walk out of school a tree branch poked you and u were all like “oh owie : o” and he was following behind before GLARING the shit out of that tree branch…

-another time this guy made a degrading comment about you and sunghoon managed to find receipts on him cheating on his gf and posted it on the school newsletter…cuz he’s silly like that <3

-honestly it’s a little scary the lengths he’ll go for you and still refusing to admit he’s doing it for you

-he’s not really good at comforting you when you cry, so he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could make you cry

sunoo

-he’ll always listen to you

-if someone said “sunoo can u go grab me a drink from the vending machine” he looks at them like they’re insane but if YOU’RE asking??? he’s sprinting down the hallways

-“it’s literally just because ur lips get all chapped when your dehydrated don’t get an ego,” while he’s handing you like…water purified in Antarctica sourced from glaciers with a little paper umbrella

-even smaller things, he prioritizes your advice

-“guys should I have hot pot or panera for lunch?” and a rando will go, “panera!” and hes dead silent but you go “oh you should totally get hot pot!!” and he’s basically booking a reservation

-probably “accidentally” books a reservation for two and forces you to come since “it’s a waste of table space” if no one else does lol

-also if you don’t like someone he doesn’t like them either

-“sunoo are u friends with Ria?” “shes okay” “she said my makeup looked bad today :(“ and sunoo will act like he dgaf

-but next time you bring her up he scoffs and is all, “why even bother crying about her? she’s not worth your time and she’s annoying anyways” even though he’s never talked to this girl

-tldr ur word > anyone else

jungwon

-always speaks highly of you

-never to your face but he’ll always defend you when necessary, or speak up for you, or just praise you LOL

-“y/n actually scored higher than you, so idk why you’re bragging so loud” to some rando kid talking about test scores lmao

-or “y/n doesn’t like that snack get her another” when your friends are debating how to surprise you

-ur name is always in his mouth but positively LMAO

-brushes it off if you take note of this and says “people are just exaggerating, I barely talk about you, don’t get it twisted >:T” but everyone knows he’ll take any chance he can get to praise you

-“y/n is better tho” and everyone’s like?? who asked??

-it’s endearing but he doesn’t even notice it, he just is proud of you in every shape and form and since he can’t really express it around you he has to project it anywhere else he can hehe

-“jungwon do you think my hair looks okay?” says hee, looking for an actual answer. “y/n’s hair is nicer” responds jungwon, not missing a beat.

-“did you guys know y/n got a 100? isn’t she smart? don’t tell her I said that.”

niki

-does things for you without you asking and then acts like it’s a habit

-it is definitely not a habit for him to run out of his seat to pull out your chair for you, but he insists he literally does it for everyone (he doesnt)

-opens your capped drinks before handing them to you, stops you suddenly to tie your shoelaces, sends you photos of notes if you missed a day..

-“y/n you’d literally be hopeless without me” but he’d be hopeless if anyone else helped you because it’s his job!!

-it makes him feel special when he gets to do so many acts of service for you, for some reason he doesn’t mind running errands or whatnot, he’d much rather he be the one who does it than anyone else

-“y/n u forgot a hair tie today?? ur lucky I brought one” knowing damn well he brought it specifically for you ☹️☹️ cutie

-if the train is full you don’t even have to ask and he’ll let you take his seat “y/n you have weak legs, you need to sit”

-he secretly loves being someone you can rely on, no matter how much he denies it <3

[nexysworld]

sooo, sorry to bother if your requests aren't open buuuuttim i'm with achademic rivals gojo x reader, but they are teachers who fights to have the best class :p

Hi Anon! Not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for but, I did write a little oneshot for this. <3

Pairing: Rival Teachers Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader Tags: NSFW, Nearly Pure Smut, stripping, oral sex, unprotected sex, school sex Word Count: 1.9k

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You tripped forward, grabbing the desk to catch your fall, staring at the scoreboard in shock. Too shocked to care about the way he all but ripped your skirt off, or the twist of unwanted heat it caused elsewhere. Miwa and Mai you weren't surprised about in the slightest. Mechamaru though, who had he lost against?

"Looks like that's another point for me, princess." The comment had you pouting, eyes meeting the silky black of his blindfold as he knelt before you. Even with half his face covered, he still managed to look smug as fuck. If you could, you would have clawed his face off. "You're lookin' a little beat down there. You sure you still wanna go through with this? I'm a nice guy, I'll give you a chance to back out - we both know the outcome anyway." He ruffled your hair like you were a puppy.

"No we do not," you insisted. "There's still Todo and Noritoshi."

"You don't even have two pieces of clothing left," he laughed, snapping your bra strap. "You still owe me this one for that robo-kid. And if either of them lose..." he walked his fingers down your spine, tugging at the elastic hem of your panties. "Well, then I win," his voice a low rumble as he spoke against your ear.

Satoru rarely talked like that, and the shakeup in demeanor made your stomach knot. The last thing you wanted was to give the man any sense of satisfaction, but the uncomfortable thrum between your legs made them tense.

Of course even a minute movement like that, the slightest change in your heartbeat - it all gave you away to his creepy super-human senses. "If you're that excited already, we can just skip to the good part. I don't mind."

"No way!" You gathered the last shred of pride, tucking it down into your soul before pushing off the desk to stand. You made a mental note to have Shoko check you out after this was all over. You must have suffered some great loss of brain power to have agreed to this strip-poker variant to in the first place.

Satoru Gojo never lost. That should have been the first clue, he wouldn't make a bet he wasn't sure he'd win. But he wasn't the one fighting this time. Pride in your students, doubt in his ability as a teacher, and having the opportunity to knock him down a peg were enough to have you agreeing to this stupid challenge.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, taking a seat in one of the plastic chairs, propping his long legs onto the desk.

You faced the wall, not having the nerve to fully show off before him. His gaze bore into you like freezer burn. While you'd never asked for the details, something told you that he could see you just fine through the dark fabric that covered his eyes. At the very least, you were thankful he finally shut up for a while.

Unhooking the clasps, you tossed the bra to the side, covering your chest with an arm to reclaim some modesty.

He whistled.

You lobbed a paperweight at him with your free hand. It suspended in the air an inch from his face before it clattered to the ground, shattering. He hadn't even flinched. "Now that's not nice. Such a turn-off y'know."

"I don't care!" You would have continued laying into him if not for the scoreboard lighting up again. A glimmer of hope lit up your soul as you saw Todo's name turn green. There was still a chance!

In an instant, that little fire of hope was snuffed out. Choked. Brought out back and curb stomped.

Noritoshi's name turned red.

"What did I tell you? Your students didn't stand a chance. They were far to weak." His voice made you jump, not having noticed how quickly he returned to your side. His presence was looming, intimidating even, now that you knew what came next.

He pressed you back onto the desk, his hands rested on your hips. You half expected him to tear your panties off, claim his prize. Instead, he just stood between your legs for a moment, one hand tugging down the blindfold.

Silky white hair wilted, framing his features, blue eyes shimmering like gemstones. The goofy grin that was typically plastered to his face was gone. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Stop staring at me like that and say something."

"What, I can't admire my prize?"

"No."

"That's too bad." He pressed himself closer. His pants were tented tightly, the hardness solidly flush to your thigh. He still hadn't done much of anything though, and the anticipation was killer, plucking at your nerves until they frayed one by one. "You sure you're ok with this?"

The question was surprising. If it had come from anyone else it would almost be sweet. "I lost, you won. Just get on with it."

"I won’t force you. I’m not that type of guy." He seemed genuinely sincere, but there was no mistaking that carnal look in his eye.

A part of you considered taking him up on the opportunity to save face, grab the discarded clothing and run out. But his arousal continuing to press against you, his breath tickling your face - he was all expensive cologne and sugar. The combination was making your brain a little fuzzy. "It's fine, I agreed to the bet," you finally said, cheeks heating up.

He responded, pulling the arm away from your chest exposing your breasts to the air. He pressed a kiss to your collar bone, dragging his tongue down to your left breast before circling your nipple with it. A heady gasp echoed the room, your stomach muscles tensing from the pleasure. His free hand plucked at your other nipple, deft fingers massaging it ensuring it wasn't left out.

Satoru chuckled, mop of white moving lower as he dragged his tongue down your belly, only stopping to press kisses here and there. His head between your legs, he pressed another kiss to your clothed pussy, the tease sending the smallest spark of arousal straight to your hazy brain.

"I've always thought you were a cutie. Personality could use some work though," he teased. "But I think maybe you've just been pent-up all this time."

You would have quipped back, but any retort died on your tongue the moment your panties disappeared, disintegrating into thin air. Satoru's tongue was between your folds the next second, tongue swirling around the tiny bundle of nerves. He ate you out exactly as you'd expect someone like Satoru to do. His tongue was skilled, but fast and ruthless in its actions, not coaxing you to release but urging it.

The pink appendage took turns flicking against your clit and swirling around it. One hand kept your balance on the desk, your other tangling in his locks. "F-fuck!" you whined, toes curling. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were ready to explode. You bucked your hips against his face, eyes closing.

"Satoru, g-gonna..." He acknowledged you by sucking the bud into his mouth as you came, using the tip of his tongue to make you tremble with aftershocks. You couldn't catch your breath, thigh muscles tensed from the onslaught of pleasure. Soon you were tugging at his hair, urging him to stop. "C-can't, no more."

He gave one finally lick, pulling away to look up at you. His eyes were lidded and shadowed under thick white lashes. He was panting, lips pink and slightly swollen, chin drenched in your juices.

He wiped his face with his sleeve before hoisting himself up. The bulge in his pants no less prominent than before. "Guess I was right, you were pent-up, came so quick. I could get used to you cryin' my name all pretty like that too," He teased, even through catching his breath.

"Can you go five minutes without talking?"

"Nope," he said popping the p sound obnoxiously. "Besides, this is my prize remember? I'm enjoying myself with it." He made quick work of his belt buckle and zipper. There was a distinct wet spot on his boxers form where his erection had been neglected this whole time. Above the elastic waistband, you could almost see a patch of snowy hair that led to what you assumed was his chiseled v-line. The horny part of your brain wished he'd removed his button up too so you could see more. He'd probably do it if you asked, but the prideful part of your brain wouldn't let the request out.

He sighed in relief, tugging the white fabric down freeing his arousal. You were surprised. For the way he presents himself, and the way people talk about him, you half expected some monster between his legs. Instead, it was just a cock. Beautiful, long and pale with a flushed pink tip. It wasn't small by any means, but the real thing was far from the intimidating monster you'd whipped up in your mind.

He fisted himself a few times slowly, precum beading at the tip. The sight of it made your hole clench with need and mouth go dry.

"Face down for me baby," He commanded. "Spread those beautiful legs while you're at it."

Time slowed for a moment as your brain worked to process the instruction, but you did as he said, moving so you were bent over the desk. You rested the side of your face on your arm to keep the cool hard wood from pressing against it.

He whistled again, "Now that's a treat to look at." He pressed the tip to your wet folds, sinking in until his pelvis was flush with your ass. He stretched you out perfectly, walls happily clenching around his cock as he slid out only to rut against you again.

Satoru had one hand pressed against your lower back, the other squeezing your hip as he sloppily fucked himself into you, a string of expletives on his tongue. "Fuck you're tight. Good girl, just suckin' me right back in." He praised, not easing up. He fucked like a rabbit, quick and hard. It was fitting, and so good.

You raised your ass up just slightly by changing how your legs were spread, the new angle far more intense that you expected. Cartoon stars danced through your vision as you felt that pressure building and building between your legs again, desperate to explode. "'Toru....'Toru......'Toru..." You mewled his name on repeat, free hand clawing at the desk to cope with the sensations.

"That's it, good girl...fuck..." His praise made you feel all fuzzy inside, adding to the high of it all. "Can I cum inside? Wanna fill you up, so bad." You'd never heard his voice sound so whiny and pleading. His hips were sputtering out of rhythm, but picked up intensity. It was clear he was close.

"Y-yeah."

He whimpered, gripping both of your sides as he shuddered. His cock twitched inside of you, warm sticky spurts of cum warming you from the inside out. He slowed down, only moving enough to ride out his own pleasure.

He didn't pull out immediately, instead leaning over, propping himself up on the desk by his elbows. You could feel his uneven breathing, his head resting between your shoulder blades. "We should make bets more often."

Drunk off pleasure and coming down from the high, you nodded still not wanting to detach yourself from the desk or search for your clothes just yet. "We should," you agreed, likely to regret your own words later. 

[heytherelysia]

creep!yan x shy loner reader

in the name of messy format

male yan, gn reader, semi proofread, set in a school environment, stalking, threats of violence (not directed to reader), possessiveness, a hint of non consensual kissing.

creep!yan who has earned the reputation of being so eccentric, constantly giggling for no reason, his head always slightly ducked and his iconic hand fidgets. majority of the students understandably don't like him and would prefer not to be in the same place he's in. nobody knows why he is the way he is.

creep!yan who is okay with having no friends. he understands that the nature of his personality is... disturbing, but lately he's been lonely! he feels like he's ready to give his love to someone but the people in the school are sooo boring!

but then he finds you eating your lunch in an isolated bench. he's never heard about you, let alone even see you, but you have him intrigued, so he giddily walks up to you.

nobody has ever sat right next to you during lunch break, so for him to be so close to you is a surprise. having company is not a bother, but the way he just stares at you with a smile that practically reaches his ears without even muttering a word is very eery. "...can... i help you?..."

your words got a reaction out of him as he lets out a giggle that eventually turns to a maniacal laugh. what is wrong with him? it's a good thing that you chose such a deserted area to eat in, so many people could've seen and heard the two of you, but is it really a good thing?

he slams his hands on both sides of your thighs, snapping you out of your thoughts as his face is so close to you. you can almost see his eyes glisten.

"you're really fucking cute!"

"oh... uhm... thanks."

out of embarrassment, you turn your head to the side to avoid eye contact with him. you don't know that you're making him want you more.

"tell! tell! what's your name!?"

"..."

"... it's (name).."

"(name)... hehe, i like it! i like you!"

you didn't see it coming as he swiftly licks your cheek. he walks away giggling and gives you one last glance, it's that eery face again.

creep!yan who stalks you everyday from then on. he doesn't even hide it that he's stalking you. when you lock eyes while he's eyeing you by the corner of the wall, he just gives you a big smile.

he tries his best just to be in the same class as you (preferably sitting right next to you), even if he's not interested in such subjects. he will put his hands on top of yours, and if you flinch away, he'll just grab it and never let go.

in times that he is not stalking you or in the same place as you are, you'll receive sticky notes in your table. these notes would range from gentle reminders, such as the time when a lunchbox was on your desk with a note that says "i made you lunch cutie! hope you eat well <3". you didn't eat the lunch he worked hard on in fear that he might've poisoned it. if he had known you threw it in the trash, he would've had a tantrum.

and speaking of tantrums, he doesn't throw a fit often, he won't take a no from you and he takes what he wants. the only time you've seen him have a tantrum was when a fellow student approached you. they had the intent of befriending because they think you look very lonely and you were about to accept their offer until you heard footsteps with such vigor. you knew it was his, the amount of times you've heard him trail you behind tells you so. he grabs them by the collar and moves them away from you, "you get the fuck away from them or i'll tear you limbs off, they're mine." he spits with such venom, quite the opposite of how he talks to you. they frantically walk away while nodding but he had more to say. "tell anyone about this and i'll gut you like a fucking fish."

he shifts to to another facade by the time he looks at you. forcefully cupping your face, he apologizes for displaying such an aggressive behavior. he tells you that he was doing it for you, that he's doing you a favor because they were no good for you, nobody else was no good for you. "you understand... right?"

you don't give him a reply as you are frozen in fear. you can't even tell an authority figure about this. even with airtight proof, you've heard that he has the privilege of having dirty money provided to him by his family. it makes sense why he never takes a no from you or anyone else, he was spoiled rotten the very second he was born until now.

as a result of his delusions, he thinks that you two are dating despite your obvious protests. "you don't want me to kiss you? too bad, 'cause your lips are so kissable!" he runs up to you and walk with you to school as he grabs your arm, he urges that you two eat together, study together, and do everything together, just like couples do! maybe he'll take you to his home and introduce you to his family one day.

i've spent most of my energy to this and it still feels short AUGH 😿

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

TENDER LIKE A BRUISE ─── ethan landry 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.” — ‘The Winner’s Kiss’, Marie Rutkoski

pairing. spiderman!ethan landry x reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood + death, mildly suggestive

summary. its late at night when you get a knock at your window. first, its a familiar mask, then a really, really familiar face. (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n.  i honestly just wanted an excuse to write about patching up this lovable dork. this is also the weirdest crossover ive ever made but hey! if the shoe fits, the shoe fits (ethan landry is 110% spiderman nerd coded). an early warning: this is sooo all over the place. i fr do not know where this is going or if i should make a part 2

i.

You’re staring at your monitor, half-asleep and half-wishing your econ class got a bomb threat so you didn’t have to get assigned homework, when you hear a knock at your window. 

It was four-am on a Thursday in the middle of March, so you were expecting a knock. It was probably Quinn, or maybe even Tara, knocking on your window to get into the flat because they lost their keys somewhere at the frat party and didn’t want to alarm Sam. 

Having the room with the fire-escape window was a blessing and a curse. For one, the view was beautiful, and you could sneak out without any of your roommates knowing. On the other hand, however, any stranded friends of yours snuck back in through your window. 

Well, whatever. You slammed your laptop shut on your desk, and walked to your window. In the journey, however, you paused. 

The crime rate in New York had gone up terribly recently, and you had remembered that case just a few weeks ago about a man who broke in through a fire escape window… 

You weighed your options: open the window, oh it’s just Annika, shoo her out of your room, continue Econ homework. Open the window, oh it’s a murderer! Die, don’t finish Econ homework. 

You opened the window. 

Then: “Spiderman?!” You all but screamed, taking a hesitant step back. 

It was Spiderman, the guy in the spiderman suit, New York’s “friendly neighborhood Spiderman”, the hero who fought crime in Brooklynn and swung around Times Square, that Spiderman. 

And he was here. On your fire escape, awkwardly shuffling (which reminded you of a certain dork who was at that Halloween frat party right about now), hands behind his back. 

“Spiderman? What the— fuck, are you—?” You repeated, and you could practically hear his stumbling thoughts as he gestured incoherently to himself, arms flailing about. 

“Hi?” He settled on, then groaned, lifting himself into your bedroom. You took another step back, tentatively eyeing the little league baseball bat you had in the corner of your bedroom, a keepsake from home. 

Once more, the thoughts of those recent window-entry break-ins flashed in your head, and even though it was Spiderman, what if it wasn’t? What if it was just some weirdo freak in the costume, about to use your trust of the hero to their advantage?

Spiderman, solemnly, seemed to notice this hesitation in you. “I’m not— I’m not going to hurt you, I just…” Spiderman sighed, and then all at once and far too fast, he pulled his mask clean off. 

Suddenly, a familiar head of curls were splayed out on an equally as familiar brown-eyed face. 

“Landry?” You said in the same tone as before, except this time it was Ethan Landry, Quinn’s awkward, younger-by-3-minutes brother, who ended up rooming with Chad, your own friend from highschool, after Quinn moved in with you.

Your only conversation had been nods in Econ, handing him a drink at a party, asking if he’d seen Quinn, him asking if you’d seen Chad, and now… whatever this was. 

“This” was Ethan Landry in the Spiderman suit — because he was Spiderman(!!!!), the biggest mind-fuck you’d had since you found out Sam’s bio-dad was a weirdo murdering loser rotting in jail with his oddly homoerotic, equally as murderous, bestfriend — politely closing your window and dusting himself off so as to not get your room dirty. 

This was not the shock you were hoping for right before midterms. 

Then, you saw how pale-faced and sweaty Landry was, a red-and-blue gloved hand pressed against his abdomen, slowly hunching further. 

“Sorry— I,” He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out between his teeth, “I got cut, and I— your apartment was closer than Chad and I’s place, and I also couldn’t go there, because I lost my keys while I was swinging—“ 

“Hold on— Landry! Back up a moment!” You protested, interrupting his anxious rambling. “Let’s get you patched up first, okay? I won’t accept any of your answers until then.” 

Quickly, you wrapped an arm around him, helping him limp over to your small, crowded apartment bathroom. 

You situated the 6'0 giant you’d only referred to as “Landry” for the better half of the past six months onto the toilet, then rummaged through your bathroom closet, searching for the first-aid kit Quinn had used on her latest hook-up just last week after he bonked his head on her bed frame. 

(That was hilarious and disgusting, having to sew stitches onto one of her hookups while she wore a police costume and him a bright prison suit. You were not going to pry, but crudely speaking, it was a shock to find out Quinn was… kinky.) 

When you finally got it, you turned, having expected Landry to have pulled the top half of his suit off. Instead, he sat, head leaning against the tiled bathroom walls, cloaked hand still pressed firm against his wound. 

“That thing’s got a zipper on it, doesn’t it?” You said, taking a peek at the backside of Landry’s suit. 

He nodded. 

“So?” You said, expectantly placing your hands on your hips. But Landry stayed still, as if something was holding him back. 

“By gods, Landry, are you embarrassed?” You said, aghast. By the looks of his increasingly red face, you were right.

Extremely affronted at his ill-timed shyness, you swiftly found the zipper to his Spiderman suit and helped the boy peel off the top half. 

“Jesus, Ethan, you’re practically bleeding to death. Stop being so shy, I can handle you of all people.” You whispered to him as you did so, and he let out a shaky breath. 

(Not because of the wound, but rather how close you were, his real name on your whispering lips as you almost graced the side of his face, your hands undressing him. He felt like he was on fire. 

Fuck, Ethan thought, then, immediately after, shook himself mentally of such thoughts.)

Then, with several beads of sweat dripping from Ethan’s forehead, a low groan coming from him, you saw just how bad his wound was. 

It was a messy, leaking gash on the left of his lower stomach, blood staining his thin skin. Landry seemed entirely focussed on the pain, eyes squinted and body wincing with every labored breath. 

So, you moved swiftly, opening up your bottle of rubbing alcohol and throwing the cap behind you, informing Ethan it was going to “hurt like the time Sam punched you square in the nose because she thought you were hooking up with Tara” (to be fair, that did hurt a lot — Ethan cried a little, after it, and you had to silently hand him tissues) before dousing his wound in the solution. 

Ethan’s back immediately arched in pain, head thrown back, and you could hear him bite back a soft whimper. His now-bare hands grabbed at the closest thing he could — your sweater sleeve, which was apparently at the perfect height for his incredibly lanky, though shockingly well-built, arms to hold — squeezing down in pain. 

“I’m sorry, truly,” you whispered, on your knees in front of him, as he was far too tall to perform this stitching up without doing so. 

(You continued by knotting your needle and thread, ignoring the odd predicament you had found yourself in, on your knees in a cramped bathroom, so close you could feel Ethan’s warm breath on your neck. You swallowed, head fuzzy, then blinked rapidly, trying to get your thoughts back on track.)

If that had bothered him, you were more than worried at how he’d react to your poor stitching ability. You’d only ever fixed up a hole in your shirt, so any sewing knowledge you knew, you were going to apply to Ethan’s skin now. 

“I’m gonna stitch it up now, okay?” You said, in a soft, dulcet tone, considering the pain he was going through. 

Ethan nodded vehemently, probably more so interested in getting it all over with. 

You made quick work of the operation, sewing his skin together, back and forth, back and forth. Your concentration drowned out any and all of your thoughts, except for a stuttered keen or bitten curse word from Ethan every now and then, that effectively shattered the mental wall you’d been building. 

Finally, you unraveled the white roll of bandages sitting on the counter, and wrapped a thick dressing around his abdomen, crossing over his left shoulder to give it some stability. 

(Your elbows had been propped up on either side of Ethan’s thighs, and you were so carefully focussed on wrapping his gash correctly that you hadn’t realized how close you were to his… well, him. 

Ethan had, however, and gulped at how suggestive his view was, looking down and just seeing the crown of your head over his lap. So Ethan looked away, squeezing his eyes shut and desperately focussed on keeping something down.)

Finally, you finished, rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, and looked up at Ethan, who was leaning back, head on the wall. Your cheeks dusted pink, seeing how he stared at you through his long, brown lashes, slowly blinking, lips parted. 

You coughed, looking away from the boy, and got up. “You okay to stand?” 

Ethan blinked, then nodded, heaving himself up from the toilet seat. He limped across the hall to your bedroom, then sat on the chair sitting by your desk. 

“You should sleep here tonight. I don’t think your sister will ever forgive me if I let you go to bed alone with a knife-wound.” You flashed him a smile. “But first: what the hell was that?”

Ethan bit his lip. “Surprise?”

You gave Ethan a look, settling on your bed across from him. “I thought you were at that halloween party, with Chad and Quinn?”

“Okay, fine. I was at that party, but I… kinda sort of stole a police’s walkie talkie, like, two years ago and I’ve been using it since to hear about any crime going on. There was a 10-31 — an active burglary,” he said, noting your confused face, “at a local bodega, so I told everyone I was going home, and left. They’d run into an alley by the time I got there, so I followed them, and things got a little… messy.”

You nodded, following the story carefully. “And when did… all of this start?” You gestured to him in the half done up Spiderman suit. 

“Well,” Ethan averted your gaze, “When I was seventeen, I went with my dad to a crime scene during a stupid Bring-Your-Kid-to-work-day activity. The place was a real hole-in-the-wall illegal animal testing lab, and I was being dumb, touching things I shouldn’t have, geeking out over whatever latest smuggled in Oscorp tech they had blown up, when a spider bit me in the neck. After peeking through the case files, I found out it was a radioactive spider. The next few days after that I got sick, then got better, and one day after that I woke up and I could do crazy shit like climb my bedroom walls.”

You blinked, digesting the large threshold of information. Just as you were about to ask another question, Ethan let out a large, teary eyed yawn. 

All at once he seemed so much more tired than you thought he’d been, all the pain he’d experienced showing clearly on his delicate features.

Your brows knit together. “…Okay, I think it's time you change out of those clothes, I order food, then you go to bed.” 

Ethan agreed numbly, hunching over on the chair he was sitting on. Quickly, you began digging through your closet for clothes that might fit his muscular frame — a feature that surprised you as much as finding out he was Spiderman, considering you thought him to be a skinny and lanky tree. 

After a moment, you pulled out two pieces. “It’s all I had that would fit you,” you said quietly, handing him a pair of pink Hello-Kitty pajama pants you bought in the wrong size, and a “I Survived My Trip To NYC” shirt Mindy gave you back in highschool. “Sorry.”

“No, I—“ Ethan fumbled awkwardly, taking the clothes from you, ears tinged red, “thanks. For everything.” He settled on, looking from his hands to your face.

You peered up at him, analyzing the boy-hero. His deep brown eyes, the freckles that danced across his cheeks, how his lips pursed, watching you look at him.

The air between the both of you had suddenly turned static, and you were so much more aware of how flush you were against one another.

Ethan’s gaze flitted from your eyes to your lips, trailing across your face almost unbearably slow.

But then you blinked, sobered, and stepped away from him. “I’m— gonna,” you caught your breath, “I’ll let you change.”

You quickly exited, leaving Ethan in the room alone.

(Ethan’s face burned, terribly red while he felt feverish just by the slight touch of your fingers on his own. How you had stared at him, your eyes coursing over his entire being—

There had been something there, but Ethan could not find it in himself to pry.)

[izurusstuff]

⚠️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

RAAAA THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN, SHOUKD I MAKE A PART TWO…

[phoenix--flying]

pjo characters as things my friend group has said

Hazel: I just kinda radiate towards caves

Nico: Breathing has been taken out of Nicos software

Connor: I can speedrun to your house when you're home alone

Cecil: raisins are dehydrated rats

Percy: It's a roller coaster where the only option is to die

Will: I just goooot- my jugular sliced open by a cat

Nico: We're going out tonight and killing all the homophobes. Call it a date

Will: Why am I so much taller then- Oh its cause im standing on a dead body

Connor: You're sooo welcome. I literally did nothing

Hazel: Just because your trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. It's called a trash can not a trash cannot

Piper: Cut my hair, I'll cut your throat

Thalia: Sometimes I do slap kids

Travis: When I grow up I'm gonna be a legal drug dealer

Beckendorf: I’m going to drop kick myself into space

Malcom: Briefly describe three applications that make use of the total eternal reflection of light Connor: The colour seven

Grover: Percys reaching old age, we should put him in a retirement home

Piper: Leo what did you do Leo: I may have burned down an orphanage and it may have spread to this site.

Lou Ellen: Travelling, usually done on the ceiling

Will: Imagine sitting on your couch watching TV and your phone buzzes. Reminder: Breathe

Austin: i just broke an acorn.. panic whY IS THERE AN ACORN IN MY ROOM

Nico: i feel like today happened yesterday and i just slept for all of tomorrow and woke up in the evening

Malcom: yeah i fell down the stairs and broke my spine in 3 places Connor: that's hot

Jason: Nitroglycerin. The forbidden smoothie

Will: I always look like trash. Annabeth: I know that's why I hate looking like trash

Travis: well we only have a few minutes left of class.. y'all wanna watch something explode

Piper: It sounded like you smoked 10 packs of cigarettes and then hit puberty

Jason: Imagine you get fired the day after you die

Nico: My stomach just like...started learning German

Nyssa: Leo if you don't leave, i'm shoving this desk fan up your ass

Jason: I slammed my foot on the accelerator, running multiple red lights at 220km/h, because I wanted to drive safe

Nyssa: When you go through the car wash but you forget the car

Drew: *points at trashcan* That looks like you

Nico: I only want chemistry between me and a coffin

Jake: Gotta put your wheelchair in 4Wheeldrive. Outdoor mode. Off-road mode

Leo: Murder is ok as long as its fine

Percy: Maybe if I fall asleep on my textbook I'll wake up with all the knowledge

Connor: Let's play spin the bottle but it's only you and me

Leo: Now how do we calculate the density if swiss cheese

Clarisse: I have to ask one of the experts Chris: Who are the experts? Clarisse: I don't know

Piper: Your mom is on vacation Leo: well- she's on a permanent vacation

Michael: AYO BITCH YOUR FOODS FLAMIN THE FUCK

Silena: If you're slow I'm a fucking snail

Jason: We need to hold a funeral! Percy: Here comes the bride

Beckendorf: Have you ever died? No??? Well here you go!!! Death simulator. It’s permanent!

*Annabeth and Percy sitting on a bench with drinks and a cop drives by* Percy: What if they thought we were drinking and driving Annabeth: We're not in a car

Will: I'm so smart Nico: Oh my god since when

Piper: *gives Leo a singular goldfish* Piper: Feeding the poor

Lou Ellen: Bless your soul Nico: What soul? Lou Ellen: ...good answer

Sherman: an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and anybody else if you throw it hard enough

Connor: I can see the veins in my eyes

Ellis: Whatever sinks your boat!

Cecil: You can't kill the gays if the gays kill you first

Will: dude sorry there's a knife in your grandma's face it grew wings and flew there :( Cecil: I’m sorry my knife flew out of my hand and slit that guys throat then burned it so he wouldn’t bleed

Silena: *playing Minecraft* I walked into your house and your birds started aggressively dancing at me

Lee: That's just so unfortunate for me. That is just so- oh I died

Percy: Wanna go to Toronto? Why drive just take the Earth Quake on natural disaster

Travis: The roof is just caving in on us it's fine

Michael: My arms are broken, my legs are broken, my lungs are broken, my knees are broken, I got decapitated when I was five

Connor: We're gonna die? No we're gonna beat the speedrun world record

Cecil: Hell to go down I there

Will: Mask to mask resuscitation

Travis: I may or may not have accidentally dropped a match in the building on purpose

Nico: Minecraft but I accidentally sets a school on fire

Percy: Minecraft but I die of hypothermia

Piper: Minecraft but I left my eyes at home

Jake: Minecraft but my legs are broken

Jason: Minecraft but I died

Lou Ellen: Minecraft but we're all gay

Will: If I die the game is homophobic

Cecil: Minecraft but I run my best friend over

Nico: I wanna hit a citizen with a baseball bat

Michael: Hey sir, you have Alzheimer’s. Would you like a side of bronchitis?

Silena: Why can't this be straight? Lee: Because you're not

Lou Ellen: mmmm i love my jesus fish Cecil: bro jesus fish Lou Ellen: ikr, jesus moment

[rabbitsrams]

Omg you HAVE to further elaborate onto that inexperienced reader x inexperienced schlatt fic omfg that shit drove me UP the wall it was too good. You have made my year

oh anon i love u sm <3 yes im obsessed w this idea esp speaking as a barely experienced virgin gal :D

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

(also PLEASE lmk if u want more i love writing these!!)

so you and schlatt met in a calculus class. it was required for his major while it’s just a general education class for you. because you sit near each other in the lecture hall you're often paired together for quick discussions (those 'turn to the person next to you' talks that i dread lmao).

he always thought you were really hot but was too shy to ever say anything, mostly just thinking about you in every way imaginable while he jerks off.

and you too, your size kink rly went brr seeing his tall ass like...

you once made the mistake of looking at his hands for a little bit too long and then that was all you could think about for a week.

you eventually became friends slowly over the course of the semester which was how u started fooling around in the first place.

both of you opened up that u were both virgins and not that experienced. and this mf was really like 'oh wouldn't be funny if...'

"how am i attracted to you?"

it starts with some making out. you've both kissed people before so you were a bit familiar with it. and it's nice!

you starting to kiss down to his neck and omg his fucking reaction when you leave a hickey for the first time. he's flaunting it so everyone can see, his roommate and friends are gassing him up sooo much.

while in class he's reading on how to give a hickey and ends up giving you so. many. all over your body. did he just awaken a marking kink?

also like once you guys start you just can't get enough of each other.

he's just so. obsessed with your moans. he's watched porn loads before, he knows how exaggerated those moans are. but somehow your more subdued noises turn him on even more. AND THE WAY YOU SAY HIS NAME???? he loves it.

his face going all red when you touch him anywhere. he whimpers so much, it's like you have him under a spell.

like i said before, he's super vocal. he usually can't help himself, especially when you're on your knees sucking his cock. because duh <3

once you started sucking him off, you can't get enough. and he can't either.

blowing him under the desk in the library. oh lord help me.

wearing one of his sweaters (the harvard one came to mind particularly) for the first time and he's just. jaw dropped.

the prettiest girl ever is wearing his clothes???? if he doesn’t have you right then and there he’s jerking off to you as soon as u leave.

and also you wearing his sweaters when walking around campus and he is just so proud like wow. you're all his.

falling asleep together after your first time and waking up to his morning wood‼️ he’s so needy in the morning he’s practically humping ur leg as soon as he wakes up. thank god your roommate was out.

lazily riding him while he just gushes at how beautiful you are in the morning. fuck. me.

whenever he spends the night at your dorm or vice versa you always help him out in the mornings <3 whether it be a blowjob or a handjob or turning to your side so he can slip it in and fuck you :D so what if you've been late to class a couple times?

you call him ALL the pet names. angel. sweetheart. darling. baby.

and his for you? oh. all the ones you call him and more. toots (thats a major one). doll(face). princess. bark bark bark.

you sending him nudes for the first time one night when he's home visiting family. what starts off innocent enough, you in one of his t-shirts without any pants on turns to pics of your tits, your fingers in your pussy, then VIDEOS OF YOU MASTURBATING!!! he's ripping his jeans off as he slams his bedroom door shut and dials your number into facetime.

SKIPPING CLASS JUST TO HAVE SEX SJKLFBHEDDJKLSJK

HE DRIVES TO SOME REMOTE PLACE ON CAMPUS!!!! AND U HAVE CAR SEX FOR THE FIRST TIME OMG

it's SO awkward at first😭where do you go? the back? stay in the front? go into the trunk?

you're glad he wanted to stay in the front because OMG. RIDING HIM IN THE CAR SEAT. he tries sooooo hard not to cum too fast bc ur tits are literally in his face and your pussy is squeezing him so well fuck fuck fuck he's obsessed with you. wow.

[ejundo]

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drabbledrabbledrabbledrabbledrabbledrabbledrabble

crack if that’s what its called erm? silly!!!

— random thoughts flooded my mind when at starbucks (to study) ransom… so i thought why not finally use my thoughts to. use! iykwim ??

warnings . - 𖤐. - cussing ? male reader and his enemy 🐺>.< [open to ftm :3] purposely lowercase.(somtimes uppercase) . 🌊 ⭑ ⭑ male reader male reader

!!! not proofread sorry if boring!!

it surely wasn’t a secret that the two were rivals… each and every class they conveniently had each other in. academic rivals sooo extremely cliché! y.n class president meanwhile, soo-yun was the student council president. they had always fought for the top of the class, bickering, nudging each other aggressively.

it certainly did not help that they were sitting next to each other. this only caused more arguments.theres always an effect to a cause right? well, here comes their consequence!

as per usual the two bickered and battered at each other, purposefully interrupting each other, kicking at their legs. even going so far as to yelling at eachother, the teacher being extremely mad. had slammed the desk aggressively ‘you two, have interrupted this class FAR to many times! stay after school for your punishment as you will be cleaning the gym top to bottom, including the theatre!’ the teacher aggressively said, she huffed as she pulled her glasses up.

soo-yun was shocked and so was y.n l.n, y.n being the most furious held the most bitchiest face up until the end of the day.

—

‘are you kidding me soo-yun!?’ y.n raised his voice as the two were the only ones in the school, well.. it seemed like it. ‘don’t fucking yell at me? your ass was the one being so fucking loud.’ soo-yun said in defense while looking down at the shorter male. his usual siren eyes and nonchalant expression not moving once while y.n gave him an earful.

‘lord i cannot BELIEVE that you got us into detention, arent you a student council? aren’t you supposed to be a good influence? not some loud obnoxio-‘

‘wow? do you never shut up?’ soo-yun interrupted the boys rambling. y.n furrowed his eyebrows and stormed off, taking deep breaths. ‘let us just grab the stuff from the janitors closet and we do our duty? yeah? and yes i do shut up just never around you!’ y.n said with a fake smile, continuing on signaling for soo-yun to follow him up to the third floor where their destination—janitors closet— would be

after a few minutes of walking, they eventually made it up to the third floor. soo-yun took the lead from now on as.. y.n wasn't aware as to where the janitors closet was. so, as y.n traveled at a reasonable distance behind soo-yun, he took notice of it. 'why are you so far away from me hm?' he turned his head to look at the short, aggresive, boy. 'afraid i'll bite?' soo-yun said in a cocky tone.

‘well if you, do. then there is a 99% chance i will catch rabies.’ y.n said with an extremely fake smile. rolling his eyes. ‘i see.. better stay far away from me. because i am not afraid to bite you y.n’ soo-yun grinned making a left into the corner of the third floor. one of the hot hookup places in the school.. its crazy.

y.n watched as soo-yun pulled out the key to the janitors closet, opening it up slowly letting y.n go first. ‘wow nicest thing you’ve done all. day!’ y.n said in a blunt tone. ‘aww how sweet of me?’ soo-yun smiled as he reached over the other boy to grab his own supplies, unintentionally holding his hip.

‘did you wear a new cologne?’ y.n mumbled as he slapped away soo-yuns hand. ‘you noticed?’ soo-yun looked down to y.n eyeing either his nose or his lips. ‘yes.. you smell less weird. and stop staring at my lips weirdo.’ y.n rolled his eyes reaching behind soo-yun to grab bleach for the bucket.

‘you’re so nice to me y.n…!’ soo-yun pat y.n’s head with a soft smile. ‘i love your sarcasm. now come on dingus..’

‘dont rush me!’

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ???

lowkey, this was a random thought while sitting in a starbucks with my head down as my friends chittered their chatter.! buuut this is soo-yun :3 just a silly

student council prezz >.< !! y.n is 18 and so is soo-yun 🤑 but i had some i dont really like this one because it seems boring and yk.. less interesting! soo-yuns fc is probably already posted after this!

[kcthefirebreathing-bitchqueen]

Sexual Selection

A/N- Sorry for the slow ass burn on this one, I just can't get over this concept. I have sooo many smutty ideas about this duo so if thats more your speed I would read the following chapters!

Warnings/tags: Professor x TA!reader, mutual pining, dating apps, mutual pining/lusting hard core, so much thirst and no water yet I'm SORRY

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 coming quicker than this one did

He was in regular contact with his TA throughout the following week as classes began to ramp up to full caliber and as much as he didn’t want to be. The relationship was entirely professional, but that was partially because it was all over email and the only time he saw her in person was in a lecture. She would wear nearly every day and he swore it was just to mess with him. They still texted about just about everything, finding the smallest excuse to reach out. It felt strange, the shift in dynamic; but there was also a legitimization of their relationship. It felt good to know that whether the extracurricular side of their relationship sinks or sails, he will still get to be in her presence. 

            He even found himself dressing a little nicer and taking longer in the shower and giving his hair extra attention, nervous it looked odd. He knew that he should not be even entertaining the notion of anything more than professionalism with her as her superior but there was just something about that that secretly made him want her more. The forbidden nature, the taboo of professor and ta. Maybe it was because they had already been flirting and having let himself see her like that is pretty much irreversible. 

Still, he didn’t want to be that creepy guy that made her uncomfortable. Which was growing increasingly difficult because all he could think about was kneeling in front of her and sucking her clit, no matter what he did. He made a rule with himself to not look below her clavicle to help quell this need. He had never felt as dumb in his life as when he was near her, it was like a drug overpowering his senses until only you remained. He was fully enamored and his response to her was physiological. 

            He was in the middle of writing an email to her when he heard a knock at his office door. “Come in” as soon as he did, he broke his own rule, letting his eyes skate down her torso. 

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            “Hey, Professor, I just had a question about how you want me to grade the lab reports.” You said as you stepped through the door into his office. “Like, how much do you want me to take off for sig fig errors and missing units?” Fuck. Walking up, you were hopeful that you’d be less hopelessly attracted to him today or that it would be manageable. Nope. In his tight polo shirt, the sleeves of which he had rolled up to just below his elbow, the absolute disarray of his hair, and the set of his jaw dashed your hopes quickly.

 His face was indiscernible as he said, “half a point is fine, give them the correction without tanking their grade.” 

He is the chem professor you wish you had, you thought to yourself. You also wished to have him as well, so that may count as a bias. Noticing you were staring, you checked your expression before clearing your throat and saying “O-okay great!” you said, stumbling over your words as you struggled to know what to do now. “Uh- is there anything else I can do for you professor?”

Spencer’s POV 

Well, if that wasn’t the start of his every fantasy, he didn’t know what was. Images of her getting on her knees in front of him as she grabbed him with her fist came to mind first. Not good things to be thinking about when he’s trying to hide his attraction to her. Had she been staring at him a moment ago, or had he imagined that? He walked around his desk to be in the same space as her.

He let his gaze flick over her body purely to read her body language but snagged on the slight midriff that showed off skin he’d only seen in photos. Also not helping against the blood flowing into his cock. His cheeks heated. Shit, now he was staring. Clearing his throat and not-so subtly placing his interwoven hands over his growing cock. “I, uh, oh, I wanted to run the revised lab schedule by you before we get into week 4. Do you have a moment?” 

Reader’s POV

            I think the obviously growing bulge in his pants is finally a concrete sign that he’s as physically interested in you as were to him. It was this fact, plus the time being 6 pm (meaning mostly everyone in your wing had gone home for the evening) that emboldened you to respond the way you did. In a voice dripping with want, you said “But its after-hours, professor, we wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression now, would we?” 

            He slowly, silently walked up to you looking into your eyes so intently you could melt on the spot. “Oh yeah? And what impression would that be?”

[countingdots-tc]

a little old story time with حبيبي because I had completely forgotten about this and I’m gushing :)

so it was my senior year and we have a group project and حبيبي always had us draw colors to get our partners. He decides he’s super busy and goes “[nickname he’s NEVER used before]” *shakes box* and asks me to have everyone draw colors. So I go to his desk get everyone and myself assigned partners. But mind you, I have a very short name already. I’m not telling y’all but it was like “___s” (ie calling me Bells instead of Bella. Like yeah it’s a nickname but the name is short already so what’s the point?) and I was like wtf he’s never called me that. Plus he’s a hard ass conservative macho veteran “ALpHa mALe”.He doesn’t seem like the type to give fuckin nicknames ya know?

So colors are drawn, i walk back around and pick up the colors as everyone gets in their groups and then return the box back to his desk. Keep in mind both of our voices carry, you can hear us from a mile away when we talk at any given time.

So I repeat the nickname back to him because… is he okay? What did you do with the real حبيبي and bring him back. And his eyes widen up at me bc I’m standing over him like “bro what is up with you?” And then حبيبي rolls his eyes at me like the asshole he is and he’s like “I give everyone nicknames. Like ‘Shy’” in reference to my old best friend. And she’s right next to us (bc we of course picked the seats closest to his desk on the first day…) and she laughs and tells him he’s never called her that. Mind you, her voice carries too. Still does 🙄. Anyway, I think he insisted he did and like rolled his eyes again or something (it’s been like a year and a half since I graduated, give me a break.)

Now I’m neurodivergent with no filter and say “I don’t mind, you just don’t seem like the type” and he gets soooo offended and like… defensive? He’s always defensive, still is. And he’s like “how do I not seem like the type?” So I told him he’s a hard ass that likes to pretend he hates me so why would he give me a cutesy nickname? Plus nothing about حبيبي is “cute”. (I mean he’s FINE, but he’s a grown man y’all, he’s not cute.) I don’t remember what he said after that.

Anyways, my partner was this bitch I HATED. We’ll call her Robin. Fucking Robin was always giving me shit about how much I talked to جبيبي. But only in our other class together that was taught by جبيبي’s friend. So جبيبي’s friend/our other teacher, would hear her constantly criticizing that “we talk too much” and I’m sooo sure our teacher talked to جبيبي about what Robin was saying. Just a judgy hoe. I grab my stuff and move over to her and the first thing she says is the nickname he called me all slow like she was confused… girl bye leave me and my man alone. I ended up ignoring her and doing my own project and she did hers. I got my ass chewed out by جبيبي when he graded it the next week for “never being a team player” and “thinking I’m too good to work with others”… I just hated everyone in our program to be honest 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyways, i walk in late the next day because I decided to go across town to get lunch before our programs classes started. and he goes “Hey (nickname)” to almost prove a point that he had always called me that. At least I think it was to prove a point. Stupid old man ❤️❤️ he never called me that again though :(

Storytime over <3

[nardonotes]

18 sep '24

10:22pm

im sitting on my desk for the first time in what feels like weeks fr... but it's pretty late for me rn,, well i consider 10pm late now that i've been so busy and sleeping early. (¬_¬") but today i was late again, like 10 minutes late for class but it didnt even matter cause like half the calss was absent lmfao. i got a lot of work done tho. wednesday's are the busiest days for me in college. like i have a FULL day. hate!!! ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) but it is what it is and it goes by fast enough because the classes are actually fun asl huhhuh...

so what did i do today? i had class at 9am, finished at 3:45pm but went to town and bought myself a new bullet journal (moleskine) and then went home. when i got home, i was so tired. it was sooo sosososoooooo hot today (i was also wearing all black so that didnt help) i ended up laying in bed for like an hour before i had TACOS!!!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ hehe.. and then,, oo... idk if i want to talk about this but tbh i will cause i just gotta get it out of my chest. i'll just briefly talk about it. but, i've been talking to a girl i had a "thing" with for a few months and now we're talking again and it's like... DAMN! yk like... DAMN!!!! LIKE FUCK!!!!!!!! AGGHH!!!!!!!! FUCK EVERYBODY FR!!!!!!!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) idk whatever anyways FUCK!!! whatever. moving on.

(,,>﹏<,,)

tomorrow is basically my fridays (for now) cause i don't have classes since it's mostly for work experience, which i really need to get on like RIGHT NEOW! but i haven't heard back from the place i applied for, im going to go in again tomorrow with an update on that shit. or maybe ill go on friday. i'll see. and then, on friday im going to see my good ol' friend from college. they were back here for the summer but will be going back to the UK to study. since they've been back, we'd go for drinks and coffee every week or two and it's been really great. they're one of the very few people in my life that know very personal things about me and i respect them for being so cool about certain things ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ but yeah, i can't wait to see them cause they'll be leaving again for like another school year sniff... it's just hard to make plans with people when you get older and it sucks. like i miss my fucking friends (not really cause i've been so drained but yk what i mean lol)

i stole this from one of my besties (hattsie) SONG OF THE DAY IS...!! Bakit Labis Kitang Mahal by The Boyfriends (recommended by someone i wish was here) ♬ ♪ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

goodnight my good friends!! let's have a better day tomorrow. :> <3

[enhafilthandfiction]

It's 3 am in the morning and i have to wake up at 5 for school but i can't sleep , fuck this shitty sleep schedule man i keep yawning in every class 😭😭😭

What time is it there ??👀

🏃🏻‍♀️ anon

Hello 🏃🏻‍♀️anon!!

Aw :(( tbh relatable, when i was at school all i did was try not to sleep on the desk 😭 hopefully you'll get some good sleep!

Here its 10 pm sooo, i'll be sleeping sooner or later cos im tired

[fieldofsecretss]

Hello! I hope you’re doing okay :)

First, I absolutely love your one shots! I hope i didn’t misunderstand and that requests are open. If yes, this is my first request ever so bear with me pls. I don’t really know what Im asking tbh but my size kink is going crazy. So can you write something about draco being taller than reader? Either fluff or smut or whatever you’re comfortable with at the moment !! I understand if you’re not comfortable writing it :)

I’m sooo sorry that I answered you soo late, love! But here we go! A couple of scenarios just for youuuu❤️💋

“You’re so cute when you’re a little grumpy nugget” he coos mirroring your little pout.

“Stop that! Just give it back, I have to study” you crossed your arms over your chest and stomped with you foot to prove your point a bit.

“But I love watching you jump up and down for me, like a little bunny” he gave you your book back and you snatched it angrily from him and stomped off to the library.

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*Hogsmeade*

“Hold my hand, baby. Don’t wanna loose you every time I look away” Draco held out his left hand for you to take, he’s so much taller than you that some people could easy mistake you for being his daughter or something, which made you a little embarrassed sometimes.

You wrapped you hand around his ring and pinkie finger and started your shopping trip together <3 <3

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Your last class for the day finally ended and you were sooo tired you thought you might pass out, but theres when your beloved boyfriend come in. You were still sitting on your chair even though the class was dismissed, your head laying on the desk and your eyes were closed.

“Are you okay, love?” A voice startled you making you sit up straight again. But a sigh of relief showed when you saw Draco crouched beside your desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concern at your weak dorm.

“M’yeah, just tired s’all” he stood up straight and grabbed your book bag and tossed it over his shoulder. Your face lit up. You knew where this was going.

“Up” you giggled tiredly while making grabby hands towards the blonde boy, who only smirked.

He picked you up and you clinged onto him like a koala. You nuzzled your face into his neck and inhaled his scent... he carried you to his private dorm and tucked you into bed.

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“Oh, dray c-can’t take it” you panted. Draco was not even half way inside of you and you already felt like you were on fire, the stretch burning through your whole body.

“Shh shh, you can baby. Look at me” he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer finger making you look him in the eyes. He kissed away a single tear that slipped down your cheek.

-slight time skip-

He was pounding inside of you in a slow yet hard pace, you skin had a small layer of sweat. Mouth open but no words came, just pants and moans. Suddenly you felt his hand press onto your lower stomach.

“Feel that baby? Feel how deep inside i am , so tiny I feel like I might break you..” you looked where his eyes were glued, you could see the outline of his cock on your tummy.

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“You hear me?! No one and I mean no single fucking soul can tease you about your height except me!” Draco was fuming over the fact that you came looking for him feeling a little down the weather after a mean comment from the one and only Marcus Flint.

Fine! You weren’t that tall, quite short actually. But that didn’t mean that you liked to get teased about looking like a child next to Draco and yada yada!

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You saw Draco talking to his friends in the hall, and decided to give him a hug.

You skipped over to him, but the closer you got you remembered the height difference...so when you reached him you stood behind him. You poked his back, smiling like a little maniac when he turned around to find you.

“Hello, love wha-“

“Can you crouch down a bit so that I can hug you, please?” You cut him off. His friends laughed a little behind him, he sent them a deadly glare and they immediately shut the hell up.

He did what you asked him and opened his arms out for you. You hugged him tightly.

“Did something happen, honey bunny?” He asked. Honey bunny? That’s new you thought.

“Nope, just felt like hugging you tight. Was planning on hugging you from behind, but forgot that you were a fucking giant so-“

“Language”

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[willowfolksong]

Heyyyy may I please request a Mikey x female reader oneshot ( they are in an established relationship) Sooo the one shot is about a night out with Toman how it’d be to spend the night out in the busy streets of tokoyo with your gang leader boyfriend and his friends? please include racing through the streets with you on his bike everything else is up to you thanks 😊

birthday ride

- Manjiro Sano "Mikey" x Reader

- SFW; slightly suggestive

a/n: hiiii anon!!! thank you so much for requesting! Don't worry, I got both of your asks but decided to answer on this one. I love Mikey so much and his time with the Toman gang is like the best 🥺❤✨ Makes me soft. always let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy this!!! ❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

At exactly 12:01 a.m, Mikey climbs to your balcony, opens the doors you always forget to lock, and climbs into bed with you.

You wake up when he pokes your nose, and then proceeds to silence your screech with a kiss.

"Happy birthday!" he cheers, and you scramble to sit against the headboard to glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Mikey follows the movement, his eyes lingering for a couple of seconds on the swell of your breasts under your shirt, and then snapping back at you, smile growing bigger.

"What are you doing here?" you whisper, covering his head with the blankets.

He chuckles."It's your birthday! What do you mean what am I doing here?"

"It's also 12 a.m and my parents are sleeping on the next room" you argue, and watch him shrug under the covers, only one of his eyes peaking at you.

"So?"

"So you shouldn't be here!"

He whines, slowly uncovering more of his face until you can see his adorable pout in full glory "But I've been here before. Just a couple of nights ago when we fucked over the..."

"I get it!" you hurry to say, covering his mouth with your hand "I get it now"

He tilts his head to the side, his voice coming out muffled between your fingers "Can't a boyfriend want to be the first one to say happy birthday to his girl?"

You can't help but smile at that, your gaze softening and your hand falling to his lap. Mikey's... an unusual kind of boyfriend. He might not be around school that much, and so there's few walks home together and no kisses shared near the lockers. He's also not very good with the whole traditional date concept, and so you don't have romantic stories about dreamy restaurants and walking around the park hand in hand to tell your friends. He's not there to text with you until late at night, and sometimes he doesn't even answers your calls.

(And you really prefer to not know what he's doing at 3 a.m, when he texts you while you're sleeping to say 'Just got back home with Kenchin'.)

Instead you get impromptu calls during the subject you hate the most, and when you look down through the window right next to your desk you find him there, waving at you by the school's entrance, his bike behind him, as if he also didn't technically had to be in class. You have kisses in front of the traffic lights, when your boyfriend forgets danger and turns around to peck you on the lips. He takes you to his favorite fast food restaurant, and you have ice cream under the stars, when it might seem like it's too late for anyone else to eat that kind of treat.

And you also get a boyfriend that knows exactly how to sneak into your room.

"Thank you, Mikey" you tell him, and lean forward to kiss his lips. He tastes like dorayaki, as always "You're very sweet. And I do really appreciate this"

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do"

His face lights up and he claps, beaming at you "Great, because it's time to go!"

"Wait, go where?"

You hear a motorbike start outside your house in that precise moment, as well as the sound of what it seems like a pebble hitting the glass doors. You scramble out of bed and part the curtains to see.

The entire Toman is outside.

You don't know if you should scream or laugh. You decide to chuckle awkwardly, when your eyes find Draken's and he waves at you.

Great.

"What is this? What's happening?" you ask, confused and starting to panick, watching how your boyfriend follows you out of bed and stretches his arms over his head with a yawn.

"We're going for a ride" he casually explains.

You gape, looking back at the street. Draken seems ready to throw another rock at the glass, but stops once he realizes your looking their way. Mitsuya looks incredibly amused by his side.

"Mikey, listen..."

"You should start calling me Manjiro" he cuts you off, and you feel your left eye tremble. "We've been together for six months now, after all"

"Mikey" you say again, trying to rein in your nerves "I don't really know what's happening, but it's definitely not good" the overwhelming roar of another bike startles you, and you jump and push your face against the glass to try and shush them "Please, tell them not to do that! My parents could wake up!"

Mikey complies, sliding the doors open to yell "Don't do that! Someone could wake up!"

You blanche "Don't yell either!"

He ignores you in favor of pecking your lips and smirk at you "I'll be waiting for you outside. Don't take too long"

There's nothing in your closet that says 'I'm sneaking behind my parents back to go motorbike riding with my boyfriend and his gang, past midnight', and so you decide to put on your to do-everything pants and a simple white t-shirt. Draken is the first one to greet you as you slowly close the front door behind you, grimacing once the lock is in place.

"Happy birthday" he tells you, and you smile and hug him tight, amused at how he seems slightly confused for a moment, only to hesitantly return the hug a few seconds later "I'm sorry for all the commotion. Mikey insisted"

"I bet he did" you say, and look behind him to see your boyfriend talking in hushed whispers with Mitsuya.

"Don't worry. We'll try to get you back soon, so you don't get in trouble with your folks"

You snort, because trouble is not the word you would use for the hell you'll be in if your parents find out about your midnight rendezvous. Mikey smirks when you approach him, hoping on his bike and patting the space behind him.

"Happy birthday" Mitsuya tells you, once your arms slide around your boyfriend's back "I bet you must be surprised"

"You can say that, yeah"

"Okay!" Mikey announces cheerfully, and you move even closer to him, as you always do when his bike is about to set off "Let's go!"

You shudder at the thunderous sound of all the bikes starting off at the same time, and as the engine of his own roars to life, Mikey turns around to give you a scorching kiss that leaves you dizzy enough to forget that your parents have to definitely be awake by now.

The wind blows against your back as you rode down the street with the members of the Tokyo Maji Gang, the few people around at that hour quickly diving out of the way and out sight. Pah-chin yells something behind your back, earning the laughs of the rest, and you busy yourself trying to read every sign you encounter in the way, as you leave the residential area behind and enter the shopping district— the neon pink lights and the still busy street a sight to behold.

"How is it?" Mikey asks all of the sudden, over the howling of the wind around you.

"What?"

"Your birthday" he says, and turns to look at you when you reach a red light, and all the Tokyo Manji bikes come to a stop in front of the traffic lights, to the very visible horror of some of the passersby "How is it so far?"

It's exhilarating, the feel of the warm summer Tokyo air whipping around you as you speed down the streets. The city is different under the moon light. There's things to see at night that you won't find during the day, and you know it thanks to them. To Mikey and the gang, showing you the other face of the city. The other face of life.

The one with the chilly air, and the street lights above your head, and the feeling of owning the road. Pure adrenaline in your veins.

You look around, at the members of the gang you used to fear so much, and that now have become your family. At Chifuyu's smiling face, at Mitsuya saying somethin to Hakkai, and to Draken, who nods at you as if there's something only you and him known.

And you suppose there is.

You squeeze Mikey's waist and kiss his neck "It's going great, Mikey. Thank you"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

He laughs, stepping on the accelerator "So I'm the best boyfriend ever, right?"

"You are!"

He takes off before the light can change again, and you close your eyes and scream for dear life, not wanting to see if a car crashes against you or not— the hollering and the amused whistles of the gang fading behind your back.

You fly down the road until the buildings you pass are just a dark grey blur, mixed with the colors of every sign and every open shop. Mikey takes the curves with a finesse only the President of the Manji Gang has, and you can feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten and contract every time he leans his body with the bike.

You reach the river half an hour later, the stars that you couldn't see before making the water shine, like a pristine mirror. You slide off the bike as Mikey shuts it off and puts down the kickstand.

"I love this place" you say, voice only a whisper. There's something magical about the silence that surrounds you, only broken by the cicadas sweet summer song.

"I know" Mikey nods, plopping down on the grass and glancing up at you "You always say that"

You roll your eyes and sit beside him, and only then you notice the box in his lap. It's a small one, wrapped on red bright paper with little hearts on it.

"What's that you have there?" you say, pointing at it. Mikey doesn't looks down, his eyes watching your face intently.

"My gift" he says, and you feel the blush rise to your cheeks when he moves closer to you, shaking the box in his hand "For your birthday"

"I thought the gift was the ride around the city"

Mikey hums, eyeing the box for a moment before placing it on your lap and moving even more close, until his shoulder is touching yours and you can feel his breath ghosting over your neck as he leans towards you.

"Open it"

Your fingers dance over the edges "Did you wrap this yourself?"

"No, Emma did it" he tells you, scratching his chin "I tried, but couldn't do the corners and ended up making a mess. So she offered. Said that way the gift could be from the two of us" he winks at you, smirking "It's my gift still tho"

You smile, and carefully lift away the tape keeping it together, trying all the time to not tear the pretty red paper, and making a mental note to call Emma in the morning.

Inside the box, there's a Toman jacket.

You look at Mikey, then back at the gift, then to him once more. "This is..."

"Your own jacket" he says, smiling at the way your mouth opens in shock "You wanted one, right?"

"But... I thought it was for members only"

"You're my woman" Mikey says, tilting his head to the side, and you rub your thights together at the sound of those words leaving his mouth "You can have a jacket if you want one"

"Are you sure?"

"Let me put it on you" he offers, and you take it out of the box to unfold it, admiring it for a few seconds before you let him slide it over your shoulders. "There you go"

"I... don't know what to say" you whisper, caressing the letters that run down the sleeves. You notice they're silver, instead of gold, a nice touch to make it unique for you.

"I want a kiss" Mikey says in your ear, and you turn your head to the side to crash your lips into his, letting him push you on the grass.

His lips are soft and tender, and he kisses you lazily, as if you're not two teenagers in the middle of the night, making out by the riverbank and risking someone to catch you. You moan when he sucks on your bottom lip and then nips at it with his teeth, and he takes that opportunity to coax your tongue out with his, groaning when you open your eyes to stare hungrily at him.

"Thank you, Manji-kun" you say, and the smile that lights up his face at the sound of his name is more than worth it "This is the best gift ever"

"Really?"

"And now I won't need to steal yours anymore!"

He stops pepering kisses over you neck to look at you, frowning. "What?"

"Yeah" you say, hugging the jacket closer "Because now I have my own"

Two seconds pass.

Then two more.

Mikey clicks his tongue and pulls you up with him, trying to take the jacket away from you "Give it back, I'm going to return it to Mitsuya"

"What? No! It's mine!"

"But that's not fair! I want you to keep using my jacket!"

You swat his hands away, and run towards the bike with him hot on your tail, laughing all the way "Stop! You can't take it from me"

"Mine's better anyway! Give it back now!"

You stop once you reach the motorcycle, and turn to him to place both of your hands on his chest.

"If you let me keep the jacket" you propose, licking your lips and enjoying how his eyes linger on them after "I'll let you do what you've always wanted to do to me here" you pat the bike seat behind you "On the bike"

"Deal"

"Oh..."

Both of Mikey's hands immediately take hold of your hips, bringing you closer to him "Let's do it now"

"Wait! Now?"

"As a birthday gift!"

"But it's my birthday! Not yours!"

That night, both of you return home with the best gifts you could have ever asked for.

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.