#and I’ve just gotten back on campus today

[slav-every-day]

[swordsandholly]

Should I start working on this College AU rugby player Soap x art history major (sort of low self-esteem) reader again?

I’ve been thinkin’ about it. Their story haunts me. Anyway here’s a snippet for you to judge:

You sit in the common grounds on an old, tattered quilt under one of the oaks. You managed to score a good spot today, just enough sun to be warm but not enough to force you to squint. The tree curves in that perfect shape for you to lean back against it. You’ve settled into your millionth re-read of Howl’s Moving Castle. A go to when college gets too hard for your brain and you need something easy to digest. Like saltines on a sick stomach.

A faint call of, “Bonnie!” jerks you from the quiet of your moment. Oh, God. Johnny comes jogging up from a group of his fellow rugby players. If only the way he smiles at you didn’t direct all of your attention onto him, maybe you could have gotten away with pretending not to see or hear him.

As it is, you totally can. You push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head and pluck out an earphone just to sit up on your elbows. “Johnny.”

All six foot of the man comes plunking down onto the grass beside you. “I don’ get tae see ye around campus often. Feels like I havennae seen ye in forever.”

“I work a lot.” You repeat. Why couldn’t the gods gift you with at least moderate conversational skills? “It’s only been, like, four days. You weren’t in class yesterday.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aye… Might have, eh, partaken a bit too much…”

You snort. “As long as you weren’t drinking and driving.”

“I would never.” The response is immediate, his tone unrecognizably dark. A sore spot.

“I’ll give you the notes.” You tilt your head back, changing the subject quickly. The shadows move and the sun begins to encroach upon your spot. It’s nice, actually.

“Ye donnae have tae-”

“I don’t mind.” You wave him off. “We can go over them on study night.”

A loud whistle and a holler echo from the other side of the lawn. Johnny’s buddies are all grouped up, staring. Well, the ones that aren’t actively being distracted by pretty girls are. Your eye meets with the man in the mask, staring each other down for a very brief moment. A shiver runs down your spine as he turns away. Two of the others lean in, snickering while they watch the two of you. It makes your chest hurt in a far too familiar way.

“I think your boys are calling.” You turn back to look at Johnny.

“Och, they can wait.” He shrugs those wide shoulders. Has he gotten bigger recently? “Whit are ye readin’?”

“Oh, nothing, just some kids book…” Before you can tuck it away he snatches it up, flipping it over to the back.

“My sisters read this! They watched the movie a lot. S’about tha’ girl who gets swept off her feet by a dashing wizard, eh?” He grins and leans in. “Remind ye of anybody, bonnie?”

You sit up and scoff, snatching the book back. “Fancy yourself dashing, MacTavish?”

“On occasion.” He winks.

You roll your eyes and mock gag. The man sure lays it on thick. “Well if you read the book you’d know he’s a whiny little brat, so, frankly, yes, it does remind me of a certain somebody.”

Johnny pouts dramatically, only further proving your point. “Got a sharp tongue on ye, hen.”

“It comes in handy.” You chuckle.

“God, I’d be so good to ye.” He says so fast you almost miss it as he grins wide.

You splutter out an awkward laugh, caught entirely off guard. The words sting a bit. He’s joking, obviously. It’s a little cruel. Uncharacteristically so.

Another shout has Johnny rolling his eyes and standing up. “I’ll see ye Thursday?”

“Thursday…” You nod, eyes still wide. You’re sure you look ridiculous.

Mr. Johnny-Sees-All grins back at you with a knowing spark in his eye. “Later, hen!”

[achilles-rage]

Good Luck Charm: Chapter 6

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you go to the coffee shop with elijah, making you miss your meeting with evan. he has many questions the next day, which means some feelings are revealed.

word count: 3.1k

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A/N: i have nothing to say other than i love how this turned out. enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, inexperienced!reader, race inclusive!reader

The next Tuesday, you’re at the coffee shop with Elijah like you planned, and he will not stop asking you questions. You happily answer them at first, but the more he asks, the more ridiculous his questions get, until you’re explaining the most basic points of the class to him. You’re also a little pissed off because you were supposed to hang out with Evan today, but it was long past the time you were supposed to meet him, and you had to text him and tell him you wouldn’t be able to make it.

He’s talking so much that you don’t even have time to read Evan’s texts, asking you where you are and if you’re okay. As bored as you are, you don’t want to be rude and check your phone. You have a fake smile plastered to your face as you listen to him speak, chiming in every now and then, but your thoughts are completely on Evan.

“I really appreciate you helping me out. I’ve been meaning to talk to you since the start of classes.” Elijah tells you after a couple hours, leaning closer to you across the table as your eyes widen slightly. The smile drops from your face. Evan was right, you think, maybe this isn’t about class at all. You’re not used to this kind of attention, so you’re surprised at his words.

“Oh?” you ask in a soft voice, nervously, as if speaking quietly enough would make him drop the subject. You aren’t looking forward to this. If you hadn’t met Evan, you’re sure you would’ve been giddy at the idea of Elijah wanting to talk to you, but he hardly compares to the stupid blue eyed man you’ve gotten to know. Plus, Evan’s words about not wanting you to go out with him are currently echoing through your head.

“Yeah. I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out again? No class work. Like, a date?” he asks, his voice full of hope as he looks at you expectantly. You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to think of what to say.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I liked helping you out, but, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” you tell him softly with an apologetic smile on your face, as if raising your voice any more would make your words any more harsh. He clears his throat, looking down at his empty coffee cup as he nods.

“Yeah, right. Of course. No problem.” he says awkwardly. He starts packing up his stuff quickly as he stands up, and you watch him with guilt in your eyes. As happy as you are that you can finally leave, you feel bad.

“I’ll see you in class?” you ask, starting to pack your stuff up, giving him a small smile. You don’t want him to feel bad, and you dread the awkwardness you’ll have to endure for the rest of the semester. He’s nice enough, but you just can’t get your mind off of Evan.

“Uh, yeah, right. I’ll see you later. Thanks again.” he says quickly, giving you a nod before leaving the coffee shop. You get up slowly, giving him a minute before you leave and make your way home. You were supposed to meet Evan over an hour ago, and he’s probably already at home by now. You don’t want to make him walk back to campus to meet you, so you decide not to text him. You’ll see him tomorrow, anyway.

“Why couldn’t you hang out yesterday?” Evan asks immediately when he sees you, falling into step with you as you walk out of your class, his brows furrowed. He’s learned your schedule by now, and he knows where to go if he wants to talk to you. And he desperately wants to talk to you about this. You haven’t cancelled on him in the almost 4 weeks you’ve known each other, and you didn’t give him a reason when he texted you. You told him you were sorry, but you didn’t feel like typing out your whole explanation over text. Knowing him, he’d probably call you immediately, wanting to know every. single. detail.

And you really didn’t want to deal with that over the phone.

“I went out with Elijah, he had a lot of questions, we stayed late at the coffee shop.” you tell him, rolling your eyes with a smile as you see his jaw clench instinctively. He raises a brow and gestures for you to continue, hoping this story doesn’t end how he thinks it might. He really hopes you staying late doesn’t mean that you were having a good time, and he was losing you.

“He, uh, asked me out.” you mention after a moment, ducking your head slightly as you keep walking, waiting for his reaction. He’s probably going to say “I told you so,” and you don’t want to hear it.

He stops walking and grabs your arm to stop you too. He spins you gently to face him, ducking his head slightly to match your height better.

“What did you say?” he says through gritted teeth, his jealousy bubbling up as he thinks about you alone with Elijah. His hands on you, rather than his own.

“I said no.” you tell him, biting your lip as you wait for his reaction. You assume he’ll be relieved, having clearly stated his dislike for the guy, but you selfishly want to pretend he cares about you not going out with him for more reasons than just a general dislike for him.

“Why?” he asks after a moment. He’s staring at you intently, eyes trying to search for any sign of you actually liking Elijah.

“You said you didn’t want me to.” you state, shrugging as if that was the only reason you needed. He lets out a quiet sigh and looks down, nodding slowly as he shoves his hands in his pockets, feeling slightly relieved.

“Was there any other reason?” His eyes dart up to your face again, licking his lips as he waits for your reply. You shrug, biting your lip as you avert your gaze from his, your skin heating up as you think about what to say. He takes in your nervous stance, and the gears are turning in his head as he tries to figure out what you’re thinking. Maybe he was right before, he thinks, maybe you did like him, and that’s why you’re so nervous around him. As you start to stutter out a fake response, he grabs your wrist and tugs you into an empty classroom.

“What are you-” you get out before his lips are on yours, using one hand on the back of your neck to guide you up to him. He’s holding you firmly, but gently enough that you can pull away if he’s painfully wrong about your feelings for him.

Your lips meet his in a dizzying kiss and his other hand moves to your hip, pulling you flush against him. He groans softly as he feels your chest and tummy push against his torso, and he tilts your head further up into the kiss.

It takes a moment for you to kiss him back, eyes wide as you realize that his lips are on yours. You close your eyes after a moment, kissing him deeply. He bites down on your lip gently, making you gasp softly, which allows him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your mind goes blank as you kiss him, and you’re unsure of what to do, other than put your hands on his chest and kiss him back. He’s resisting every urge to take you in the middle of this classroom, and after a minute, he turns you and pushes your back against the door he kicked closed after he pulled you in. You whimper softly as your back hits the door, trailing one of your hands up his chest to his jaw and arching your back slightly as you try to somehow get any closer than you already are.

You continue to kiss him for a little longer, until you feel his hands slowly going from your hips to your ass, squeezing it roughly. You suddenly realize where you are and what you’re doing, and pull back with wide eyes, looking up at him nervously.

“We can’t.” you whisper. You trail your hand back down to his chest as you look up at him, noticing the lust in his eyes.

“Why? We’re alone, no one is around.” he teases softly, slowly leaning back in again to meet your lips. You push him back softly, shaking your head with a small laugh.

“Not here.” you whisper, feeling your stomach fill with a newfound nervousness. Location aside, you’ve never done anything like this before, and you feel you’re just now remembering that. As much as you want to keep kissing him, you’re filled with dread. Scared that you’ll do the wrong thing.

“Then where, princess? Where can I have you all to myself?” he asks desperately, itching to have his lips back on you, pulling soft whimpers from your pretty lips. He ducks his head as your eyes wander down to your hands on his chest, smoothing the fabric down to keep yourself grounded.

“I don’t know.” you reply, voice barely audible.

“I wanna take you back to my place. Now.” he tells you roughly, the hand on the back of your head moving to your jaw and tilting your head up. You can’t help but smile at his eagerness, but you can’t ignore the way your stomach is churning.

“I have class in an hour.” you try to reason. You really do have class, but you’re mostly just too nervous to continue this right now, and you figure it’s an easy way out. You feel like you need to hype yourself up to what he’s alluding to.

“Skip it. It’s only the fourth week of classes, you have some time to catch up. I can think of something else much better for you to do than sit in class, anyway.” he purrs, lowering his face to your neck, kissing it softly.

“You’re a bad influence.” you tease softly, but you can’t help but tilt your head back as he kisses you. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, resting your forearms on his shoulders as your hands dangle behind his head.

“You have no idea, princess. Just wait until I get you alone in my house. You’ll see just how bad of an influence I can be.” he whispers in your ear, smirking to himself. You may be stubborn, but all he’s thinking of right now is how you’d look sprawled under him on his bed, and he’s dying to get you to agree.

You bite your lip, trying not to let a noise escape your mouth as your heartbeat quickens. You’re fighting the urge to give in, and you know you should push him away. He seems to pick up on you trying to keep quiet, too focused on his mouth on your neck to respond, and he leans back to meet your gaze. He sees the unsure look in your eyes; your eyes wide and pupils blown as you look up at him, speechless.

“You’re so damn cute when you get all shy, princess, but don’t think that it’ll save you when I take you back to my place.” He knows this will make your breath catch in your throat and stutter out your words, and that’s exactly what he wants. It’s becoming clear to him that you’re not completely used to this type of attention, and he wants to make you squirm.

“Save me from what?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. Your brain is so fuzzy from the kiss that you can barely think, his suggestive tone going completely over your head.

“From everything I plan on doing to you when we get there. I have a feeling you’ve never been properly taken care of before, and I’m going to change that.” He smirks down at you as your eyes widen slightly before you look down. He knows you’re on the edge of giving in, so he asks you again.

“Please tell me you’ll come with me now.” he all but begs, a sense of urgency in his voice. He feels the stiffness in his jeans, and he would do just about anything to get you to go home with him. Now.

You feel your hands shaking slightly as he looks down at you, waiting desperately for your answer. You swallow and let out a shaky breath as you weigh out the options in your head. On one hand, you want to go with him so bad, imagining how his hands would feel on you. But on the other hand, you really do have class, nervousness aside. Your nerves are at an all time high as you think about being alone with him in his room, trying to keep up with his very obvious experience. You close your eyes for a moment before opening them again and speaking.

“I can’t.” you whisper as you look back up at him, feeling a little bad when you see his face fall. He nods after a moment, clearing his throat and backing away from you.

“Okay.” He’s not angry, far from it. He’s a little disappointed, but he can sense your nervousness, feeling the way your hands were shaking slightly while they rested on his chest. He isn’t going to push you into it. That’s the last thing he wants to do.

“Are you still good to go to the library later?” he asks after a moment, trying to ease your nerves by pretending that everything is normal. He smiles softly when you nod.

“Good. I better go, I was supposed to be in class 10 minutes ago. Got distracted,” he says with a grin, winking at you. “See you later, princess.”

He turns and opens the door, but stops suddenly as if he forgot something. He turns back to you, grabbing your chin and bringing your lips to his for a quick kiss, then pulls back and turns back to the door.

You nod mindlessly, still thinking about the way his lips felt on yours. You blink slowly and lick your lips, feeling yourself lower back to reality once you can’t feel his presence anymore. You’re still reeling from the kiss, and your knees feel weak as you slowly make your way outside to a picnic table in the courtyard. You pull out your laptop and try to do some work before your next lecture, but your thoughts are consumed by how he felt pressed up against you.

When you meet at the library later, you’re finally able to calm your nerves, but your heart starts to race as soon as you see his face. You’re not sure how to react around him now. This is completely new to you, so you try to act the exact same as before he kissed you.

He tries to go at your pace, resisting the urge to kiss you as you try to focus on your assignment, but it’s hard. His eyes keep making their way down your body, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off your soft tummy. Your whole body makes him weak, but he thinks he likes your belly the most. He likes how it moves when you laugh, and how he can see its soft imprint when you’re wearing something more form fitting. All he wants to do is touch and kiss it until you’re giggling and squirming under him.

You try to ignore the way his eyes are moving down your figure, as it’s making you even more nervous and shaky, but it’s almost impossible. You keep your eyes on your laptop, as he speaks to you, pursing your lips as you try to remain as neutral as possible.

“What’s got you so jumpy today, princess?” he teases, resting his head on his hand as he leans on the table, body angled at you.

“Nothing.” you say, trying to keep the smile off your face as you see his smirk from the corner of your eye. He parts his lips slightly as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, eyes glancing down to your lips yet again.

“That’s harsh.” he teases, which makes you laugh softly and shake your head. You momentarily forget that you’re supposed to be nervous, and you turn to look at him with a glint in your eye.

“Do you have to be like this all the time?” He chuckles softly, shrugging.

“You love it, and you know it. I like making you squirm.” he affirms, leaning closer to you. You look back at your screen, laughing softly, until you realize the time.

“Don’t you have practice soon?” you alert him, which makes him groan and tilt his back. His mind is so occupied by you that he completely forgot about practice. He knows he can’t miss it. His coach would kill him if he skipped, but he wants to stay here with you.

“Yeah, whatever. I guess I should go.” he huffs after a moment, taking one last opportunity to check you out. You let out a sad sigh. You know he has to go to practice, but you really don’t want to part ways with him yet. You start to pack up your laptop, standing up as he does.

As soon as you exit the library and are about to part ways, he stops you, making you look up at him.

“Good luck kiss for the road?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, but his eyes are hopeful. You laugh softly, nodding as you lean up on your toes and giving him a quick peck. He tries to deepen the kiss by putting a hand on your jaw, but you pull away, looking around campus in slight embarrassment about your PDA.

“Go to practice, Buckley.” you tell him sternly, but he knows you’re not being serious because of the smile plastered to your face.

“Yes ma’am.” he replies smugly, giving you one last peck before he takes a few steps back, winking before he finally turns and walks toward the stadium. You watch him for a moment with a smile before you turn and start walking toward your apartment. You can’t wait to tell your roommate about your day, knowing you won’t be able to hide it from her for long.

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Behind The Bookshelves

librarian!billie x student!oc

Authors note: i decided to split this into two parts because i’ve been so busy and can’t write the second part to save my life. i promise y’all it’ll be out before monday trustttt. anyways this look ass but whatever smh

Warnings: not proof read

clara was extremely obsessed with reading. it was absolutely hands down her favorite hobby ever. if she was bored, she’d read. sad? read. stressed out? read. 

something about escaping her reality through these stories made her feel something. so when she went to her new college in LA she immediately caught the librarians eye. 

billie had only been working at the school for two years now but wouldn’t be able to tell you one students name off the top of her head. that was before clara came along.

clara would come into the library everyday, sometimes even multiple times. clara was also really recognizable. while most college students would walk around campus in big baggy shirts and grey sweats, clara really made a statement. 

each day she would get dressed up in the cutest sweaters and short mini skirts with her same pair of doc martens. she looked like she belonged in the library.

billie genuinely never payed attention to anyone who came and went. no one ever cared to talk to billie, even ask for help finding a book. people would just come in and get her to scan their novels and walk out without saying a word. not clara though. 

“hi, sorry can you help me?” the girl asked. billie looked up from her desk. immediately locking eyes with the girl. billie furrowed her eyebrows, no one ever talked to her. “yeah of course.” billie replied with a smile on her face. “uhm i’m new here, a freshman actually, and i was wondering if you could help me find the romance section?” clara asked politely. 

her brown honey eyes only had innocence in them. she batted her eyelashes at billie like a little puppy. billie smiled and got up from her chair. “yeah, it’s right over here.” she began to guide her. 

clara followed behind. her skirt swaying back and forth as she walked. “its kind of hidden in the back for some reason. the people who made the layout in here must of been some bitter person since it’s so hidden. no one even comes back here most of the time because nobody even knows it exist.” billie explains with a chuckle. “wow really?” clara asked, interest filling her tone. billie looked back at here. “yeah.. well.. here you go. if you ever need anything let me know.” billie reminded her. clara flashed her one last smile and went to serching. she definitely kept the words if you ever need anything let me know in mind. 

almost everyday she would come into the library and ask billie a question. any other time billie would probably have gotten aggravated. but with clara she never minded. 

clara came in today. immediately greeting billie with a heart warming smile. that smile lighting up billie’s entire day. “hi bils!” clara spoke. the nickname immediately making billie’s face go red. she loved how friendly clara was. its like they had know each other their whole lives. clara went back on to the romance section leaving billie back at her desk alone. 

clara soon came over with a book in her hand. she rested her arms on billie’s desk, sliding the book to her. “hey billie can you tell me what this book is about? the description is pretty vague…” clara asked. billie happily obliged. 

billie was also a huge reader herself so most of the time if someone brought up a book she knew it. 

she took the book and read the cover. she immediately knew what book this was. “its kind of a generic enemies to lovers book. its a lesbian book too, if you know, your into that. its basically just a story where these two girls are forced to be camp counselors together who hate each other but then fall in love.” billie explains. clara nods. “sounds good enough.” billie took the book and scanned it. “i’ll see you again tomorrow bils.” clara said. a little seduction in her tone. it made billie shiver a little. 

clara knew what she was doing. she was extremely interested in billie. everything about her made her feel all kind of things. the way she dressed, like, a librarian but way hotter. the way billie’s glasses fit on her and made her already pretty blue eyes even more pretty. how billie would help her. something about it just made her want her more. so everything clara was doing she was very much aware of.

clara came in the next day. she wore a button down top that fit her in all the right places. her cleavage on full display. she also wore one of those cute little mini skirts that basically had her ass on display. she walked in the library confidently. her little sex mafia book in hand. she immediately made eyes with billie. her iconic smile flashing to billie, and billie flashing it back. 

clara began to walk up to her desk. “hi billieee.” clara said, dragging the e out. “there’s my favorite girl.” billie said while closing her book. the words my favorite girl lighting clara’s face up. clara sat her previous book on the counter and began to walk back to the romance section. 

clara looked through the books until she found something that caught her eye. the description got straight to the point. explaining how sexual the book was. it was a book about a mafia boss and his wife. the book was extremely explicit. a smirk creeping across clara’s face.

clara walked over with the book in her hand. she rested her arms on billie’s desk, her boobs basically on full display for the older girl. sliding the book to her, she said, “hey billie can you tell me if this book is good or not?” clara asked.

billie nodded, taking the book from her. she looked at the cover and immediately knew what it was. her cheeks flushed red. 

“its uhm, its basically this book about some mafia boss and his wife who go on these mission. the plots pretty boring if you ask me. it’s mainly just lots and lots of sex. while reading it i tended to got distracted on whatever was actually going on because the sex was so much.” billie explained. an evil grin began to plaster across clara’s face. a face that billie had never seen on her before. 

“perfect.” is all she said. billie’s eyebrows furrowed. clara didn’t look like the type of person to be interested in a book like this. but billie pushed away her questions and scanned the book for her. “thank you.” clara said. a little seduction in her tone. it made billie shiver a little. 

clara went back to her door. she wasn’t actually interested in the book if she was being honest. this was all part of her plan. 

she waiting till it was late at night. she was in her skimpy victoria secret pajamas. the same pajamas that you could see her nipples through. it was currently 8:50. ten minutes before the library closed. she wanted to give billie one more visit. 

she began to walk back down to the library. her book in hand. she walked in and the room was completely empty. billie couldn’t even been seen in sight. a confused expression filled clara’s face. she began to look around the room. she got onto the fiction section when she saw billie. her back was facing clara’s. she was putting up some books. clara walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. billie swung around. a terrified look on her face. billie immediately grabbed her chest.

“holy shit clara, shit, you scared me oh my god.” she said while trying to calm her down. all clara could do is smile at her. “i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to startle you..” billie sighed. “its uhm, its fine. w-what are you doing here so late?” billie asked. 

clara took her book from behind her back. “my book… its too boring.” she explained. billie chuckled. “yeah i told you..” clara cut her off. “no. not boring like you said. it was too.. soft for me. too vanilla. could you help me find a more interesting one bils?” clara asked her. she made that same innocent look. only this time billie knew she was faking. billie was utterly confused as to what was going on but she decided to play along. “uh, sure i guess..” billie began to lead her back to the romance section again. 

as they went to the back they both started looking at books together. that’s when clara pulled out one. one she had already read, but billie didn’t have to know that. “can you tell me what this one is about?” clara asked. billie took the book from her hands. billie hadn’t read this one yet. 

she turned the book around and looked at the description. “uhh it says it’s about a teacher and student affair.” billie says. clara began to get closer to billie. “well isn’t that interesting?” clara’s said tilting her head. billie began to get hot. “uhm, yeah i guess so..” billie couldn’t hold eye contact. “doesn’t the thought of doing something with someone you shouldn’t be just turn you on? i mean come on, anyone would agree with that, right?” clara asked. lust filled her voice. the way she delivered that sentence gave billie goosebumps. clara began to get closer to billie. their chest touching. billie could feel clara’s hard nipples. billie gulped. 

clara chuckled. “bils you look hot.. you should take your jacket off. your face is getting red to..” clara said with a mocking tone. billie didn’t know what was happening at this point. her head was mush. she couldn’t think properly. “clara, stop.” billie demanded. clara looked at her confused. “stop what? am i not allowed to be concerned for you bils?” clara asked, this time running her fingers on billie’s arms. billie couldn’t take this anymore. 

billie took clara by the arms and pinned her against the book shelf. a little gasp escaping clara’s mouth. “what are you trying to get out of this, hm? prancing around here like a little slut.” billie spoke. her voice was rough. clara wasn’t expecting this whatsoever but she was complaining. billie began to rap her fingers around clara’s neck. “so tell me. what is it that you want?” this was a completely new tone for clara. if she thought she was hot before, this completely changed everything. 

“please, billie. i need you.” clara spoke out pathetically. thats all billie needed in order to flip clara over.

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I’ve always been a nerdy guy and did theater in high school. But I always wished I could be a big hot jock. Do you think you could send me back and make me a huge muscular horny wrestler jock or something?

You want me to send you back? As in, take you back in time, or as in deage you back to highschool age? I’m going to be honest, I really hope you’re just asking me to deage you, because time travel can get so fucking complicated. Plus, being a teenager today is a lot better than being a teenager in the past. Obviously not everything is better than it was before. There's been an increase in school violence overtime, and well I can’t prove it, I swear to god that they give kids more homework every year. But if you went to the past you wouldn’t have the internet or social media, and I have a feeling those are going to come in handy later. So, let's just deage you. 

You might notice you’re not actually that much younger. You were 22 before, right? Well I know you probably wanted to be deaged into a freshman and experience all of highschool as a hunk, but as a rule I don’t transform anyone under 18, and that includes deaging someone to be under 18. 18 is the lowest I’ll go. Plus, everyone knows senior year is the best year of high school. There's less stress, more fun, and unless you’re a major loser you’re automatically cooler than anyone in the grades below you. And you, the new you, are anything but a loser. See, while I won’t deage you past 18, I can still change your past. In this new reality I’m creating for you, you’re not a theater kid. You’ve never been anything close to a theater kid. You’re not even just a wrestling jock. You’re a fucking wrestling prodigy. You’ve been huge, incredibly huge, ever since you were a kid. No ones quite sure how it happened. One day you just started to shoot up and out, and never seemed to stop. Your middle school wrestling coach noticed your potential, and ever since you’ve been dedicated to wrestling. As time has gone on you’ve only gotten larger and larger. Most kids who go through an early growth spurt end up small, but not you. Every year you get taller, hairier, and beefier. Every year you get fucking better, and you’re well aware of it.

Now, you’re an 18 year old stud, the big man on campus. You dominate the ring, and everywhere else you go. You’re the kind of guy who gets anything you want by virtue of your being. The kind of guy who has been worshiped by the school, students and teachers alike, because of your athletic prowess. The kind of guy who fucks a twink in the locker room after every wrestling practice. You’re exactly the manly, horny, wrestling jock you used to fantasize about being. The kind of guy who would never have paid attention to someone like the old you, because he’s just that worthless in comparison.

I hope you enjoy your new life. I set up an instagram account for you to show off your amazing self. I figured you’d do great on instagram, and from the amount of likes your first post is getting, I can safely say I was right. Enjoy your new life. Soon you’ll outgrow this small town and highschool and go on to rule your college with a manly iron fist. I can’t wait to watch. **Hey guys! Been a bit! Got really busy but don't worry, I'm keeping at it with this blog. Hope you guys like it!**

[3cremepie3]

Slither 2

Synopsis - Jamil and you continue your relations which stim from blackmail and manipulation.

A/n - Read part one for more context. Pls reblog if you enjoyed and finally read my tags please this fic is heavier then other I wrote.

Warnings - drugs, intoxication, objectification, manipulation, unprotected sex, saliva, sadism, sir kink, harsh language, degradation, slapping, oxygen play

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“Ahh fuck,” he groaned. Jamil was currently painting your face for what you felt like was the thousandth time. To put it frankly you were tired of it. You had sucked his cock plenty to the point where you were starting to enjoy it.

You were left all dirty like a slut but you weren’t being used like one. Jamil had plenty to blackmail you with. He could have you do anything. If he wanted you to service someone else you would. But he hadn’t made a second move yet. And you he was as slippery as a snake so you were scared to put it frankly. You looked back up at him by now he was done cumming and his eyes were no longer a gape.

So you stared at him he had given you a set of rules not to break. But staring was not a part of them. “What are you looking at me for like what you see,” he smirked. “Of course, I get to see the real you like this, not the fake one that passes me in the hallways.”

“Not the fake one that cooks for me whenever I come and hang with Kalim. But the one that calls me what I am when you cum down my throat.” So you’re telling me that you’re enjoying this,” he asked.

“I’m more than enjoying it.” By now your shyness was slipping away your embarrassment gone with it. “Jamil i need more than your dick in my mouth. I need you.” He was silent for a moment before opening his mouth to respond.

“JAMIL WHERE ON YOU I THINK SOMETHING IS ON FIRE!!” You heard Kalim scream his name. Jamil’s soft expression shifted to a panicked one. “We’ll continue this later Y/n.” He blurted out while fixing himself.

You sighed still kneeling in the closet. You used your sleeve to wipe the cum and tears off your face. One good thing about the fire was the fact that you were able to slip out without notice.

You walked to the mirror chamber and then back home where you got a good rest. Grim slept on top of your head. He kept tossing and turning probably having some kind of nightmare. It was enough to wake you up completely. For a while you sat in bed trying to sleep again.

But sleep didn’t come to you even after counting sheep. So you decided to go smoke. You had gotten your hands on a surprisingly rare thing on campus weed. Ace had some leftovers that he had to get rid of before Riddle found out. So he gave it to you now you had the perfect thing to take your mind off today. You sat on your back steps taking a couple of drags. You closed your eyes inhaling in the air.

You haven’t smoked since you came from Earth This felt so good nothing could ruin the moment or so you thought. Your eyes opened to Jamil standing in front of you. If the weed hadn’t relaxed your senses you would’ve screamed. “When did you get here,” you asked. “A minute ago you probably didn’t hear me since my footsteps are silenced.” Sorry, I had to run out earlier the kitchen was on fire,” he explained.

“Yeah, it’s okay I believe you.” And I have an answer for you Y/n but you may not like it.” Really what is it, Jamil?” You stopped smoking and he grabbed your joint from you. “I need to smoke before saying it let me take off some of the edge.” He sat down next to you taking a couple of puffs you watched as he formed shapes in the air. Even a little heart which amazed you. “ I thought you were innocent how do you know how to smoke so well?”

“I’ve been doing it since forever how else will I deal with Kalim?” Ha right about that,” you laughed. “But hey my joint is getting low can I have it back?” No,” he replied. “We can share.”

“How are we gonna do that if you’re hogging it?” Just shut up and open your mouth.” Huh,” you wondered. You were confused so you didn’t listen. He leaned in closer his hand gripping your jaw open. His mouth blew smoke into yours and you instantly inhaled it.

For some reason, you felt much higher now than a second ago your eyes barely able to stay open. They fluttered open quickly when the gap between you Jamil and the smoke was closed. You couldn’t believe it he was kissing you after a month of no contact with anything but his dick.

His tongue invaded your mouth that was slightly agape from shock. He broke apart from you a string of drool from your dopey mouth hanging. “I’ve been holding that back for so long, he groaned.

“Can you do that again? Your ask was his command this time you leaned forward after taking a drag. Your hands rested on his chest and his shoulder while one of his trailed down your back.

Your eyes watched as the smoke disappeared. The joint was practically over but you never wanted it to end. You guys kissed one last time before the remainder of the joint was gone. You froze for a minute staring back at him.

“Y/n let’s finish this in my room.” What do you mean by finishing Jamil? Because these past times haven’t been finishing for me.” I mean that we can go all the way Y/n if you’d like.”

“Of course, I’d like to.” You sat up reaching your hand down to him and he grabbed yours. You guys walked to Scarabia with your arms linked. You were glad for his support because you were starting to get dizzy.

“Wow, that kush was strong. I feel like I can fall asleep right here,” you yawned. “We’re close to home stay up.” Mmkay.” After what felt like forever you arrived at Scarabia. You snuck in through the vault and into Jamil’s room.

You had never been in there before but as you suspected it was clean. You collapsed on the bed the relaxation taking over your sleepy eyes. Jamil looked back at you after locking his door shocked to see you already asleep.

“We’ll look who can’t handle their joint.” He laughed while stripping your layers of clothing off. He did the same to himself before he got down on his knees for the first time. He spread your legs and slipped in between them your legs now resting on his shoulders. “Hmm, so this is the cunt I’ve seen all over your Twitter. It looks even needier in person look at it dripping. And all from a little kiss too you’re pathetic,” he snickered.

If you were fully conscious you would protest but you were on cloud nine. Your body reacted at the slightest touch so when Jamil’s tongue slid up your thigh you quivered.

When his tongue reached your clit giving you the relief you’ve been begging for weeks you shook. He was precise in his attack eating you as he had already pre-examined your body. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head pulling his pretty nose into your clit.

Your impatient body ground against it chasing your high. You felt like you were going at a thousand miles an hour. You wanted to treat Jamil the same way he treated you. But to your surprise, your drug-filled mind was tricking you.

You were moving slowly in Jamils point of view. “I find your desperation cute you just can’t control yourself huh? Don’t worry I’ll control this pussy for you.” His hands gripped your legs into a mating press so he could have better access.

“Jamil!” You moaned as he spit a fat glob of saliva on your pussy. Your eyes closed on themselves and squeezed together as you began your ecstasy. He began to practically make out with your pussy. Your toes curled as he sucked on your heat. “So how does it feel now that your dreams are becoming a reality Y/n?” It feels sogoood! Fuck.” You yelled as he continued while never letting any of your juices escape his tongue.

Tonight he wanted all of you so why would he waste your perfect whore juices? “Mmm right there.” You directed his head closer to your throbbing hole. It needed to be filled before it overflowed.

But your inexperience caused your theory to fail you still came even with his tongue inside of you. His movement back in forth caused you to cum harder than you ever did before. After your orgasm, you were left speechless. But Jamil’s tongue had a lot to say.

He continued to eat you until you came over and over. You quickly lost count due to them being so frequent. “Fuck,” you screamed. “You better shut up unless you want everyone to know how much of a whore you are.”

“I would love that honestly as long as they know who’s making me feel like this,” you teased. Jamil’s cheeks heated up he didn’t know how others would feel if he stepped out of his great image.

He was too busy with you to focus on your volume. He watched as you bit your lip to refrain from your moans. “Look at you,” he cooed. “Melting into my hands like you should be.” I wonder what’ll happen if I do this?”

He inserted two fingers in your dripping wetness. You arched your back in surprise. He used that as an opportunity to slip his hand behind you. Now you sat on his lap your legs were spread and your head was on his shoulder.

His fingers worked on stretching out your insides. While his other hand grazed your nipples. Your body pressed closer into his. “Good, I can reach you better that way.” He pulled you into a kiss which felt even more suffocating than your forced orgasm.

“I’m cumming again,” you squeaked. “Shouldn’t you thank me for making you feel so good?” Yes, thank you, sir! Ahh, I feel so good fuck. I’m gonna mmm!” I’m that instant you spilled all over Jamil. He hit your sweet spot just right.

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much,” you chanted. That’s my perfect girl cumming just for me.” You kissed his neck as a thank you for his praise. “Wow even after all that you still want my dick. You’re insatiable.”

“Yes I need you, Jamil,” you whined. “Okay get in the bed ass up.” You followed his commands getting on all fours and arching your back. His hand crept up your spine and then around your neck. He didn’t start and he still had a vice grip on you.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked while lining up with your hole. You looked back after feeling his cock twitch. “You don’t have a condom?” No why would I need that don’t you want to feel me? All of me Y/n?”

“I mean of course I do but what if?” There’s no what ifs don’t worry I’ll pull out.” Your feelings were not reassured but he just felt so good rubbing against your clit. He looked too good to stop in the moment his cheeky smile didn’t need to disappear.

Your smile left your face as he stretched you out. You cried out as you stuffed your face in the pillows. “Damn, your so tight fuck are you bleeding?” It’s okay it’ll all feel good soon.” You heaved his grip on your neck remaining.

After what felt like forever he bottomed out inside of you. His balls dragged across your clit with each slow thrust. The bed shook as he put his weight into each movement. The sound of harsh slapping began to echo throughout the room.

His free hand grabbed your ass cheek and spread it. He spit which rolled down to your broken-in hole. “Jamil it hurts,” you groaned through the pillows. “But you were just so cock hungry what happened. Look at you all bark no bite,” he chuckled.

“I guess I’ll be nice even though you’re just a fuckhole.” He pulled you up by your neck onto his chest so he could hold you close. His free hand went to rub your aching clit. He sped up his pace he still was going slow but now he was taking such painful drags with his cock. Maybe he wasn't as sadistic as you thought.

“How are you gonna tell me not to cum in you if you’re grilling me like you can never let go?” He breathed heavily in your ear. You could tell by his sound and expression that he was feeling the pleasure you were. “Is it like you talked about on Twitter Y/n, he asked.” No Jamil your way softer than my Twitter doms I would’ve already been a brainless mess with them.”

“Who’s to say I can’t make that happen?” I doubt it your natural ability is to nurture,” you teased. “I’m tired of everyone putting that caring shit on me.” He slapped your face firmly. “You dirty fucking whore did you just get tighter,” he questioned.

You wanted to hide your face in your hands but he slapped those away. “You especially should know how far I can go,” He whispered.” Now say sorry.” He demanded slapping you again.

“I’m sorry sir,” you moaned. “That’s right dirty bitch now take my cock like you fucking should.” His arm locked your legs into a mating press. “Don’t you wanna be my cum rag Y/n? Your pussy isn’t letting me go.”

“What if - mmff,” you groaned before getting slapped repeatedly. “ I think you meant yes sir. You should be appreciative I’m touching you or do you want to go back to being my human throat sucker?” Your brain was melting you should never let him treat you like this but damn it’s like he had a power that caused you to act a certain way.

“Yes sir cum in me please fill me up I need all of you even your semen.” Jamil was close you could tell because of your cut-off of oxygen. His hand was still around your throat this time it wrapped around tighter. Instinctively you tightened up against him causing his cum to flood in you.

He continued to thrust inside of you through his high. You watched in your own blissful last breath as his eyes rolled back. What a beautiful sight you saw before you fainted with so much pleasure.

“Oh come on I wasn’t that brutal.”

[louloulemons-posts]

The Criminal And The Princess I

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : The second year of college life is starting and Eden Bennett is already swamped, but when she meets her new partner in history class, will that all change?

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : introduction piece, not much eddie, edens dad is a prick, talk of dead parent, talk of food issues, swearing, billy hargrove

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I felt like I’d settled into college pretty well, I’d successfully gotten through my first year and was starting my second today.

“I’m so glad we’ve gotten a bigger apartment,” Nancy laughed, coming out of her room with an empty box. “I know right,” Robin said, throwing herself on the green couch.

“We were lucky to find this place,” I spoke.

“You mean, we’re lucky your dad’s part of the education board.” I rolled my eyes, that was true. Mainly focused on sports but he played rolls in other places around campus.

“Yeah that too,” I began, “Listen I’ve gotta go to the rink, I’ll see you later.” Grabbing my duffle I headed out. Honestly the apartment was more of a home for Nancy and Robin, than myself, the rink was my home.

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“You’re late,” my dad spoke as I walked into the rink. “Sorry, we were unpacking.”

“Just get your skates on,” he waved you off, walking up to his office.

Throwing my bag down I pulled my trainers off, taking off my hoodie and laced up my skates. My hair was tired up into a bun and the guards came off my skates.

Being on ice was easier than being on solid ground. Sliding onto the ice, I put my earphones in, letting the music take over.

There was an upcoming championship, and training was had, dad told me that my axles had gotten sloppy, that’s where I began.

I don’t know how long I was skating for, but when the lights were being flicked at me, I looked up spotting my dad stood on the edge of the ice.

Putting my earphones away, I skated over to him with ease. “They’re getting better,” He said, “But the hockey boys are gonna be here soon.”

“Right, yeah I’ll get off then.”

“You coming for dinner on Friday?”

“Do you really want me too?” I asked.

“Of course I do Eden.”

Giving him a nod, I began to untie my skates, throwing my trainers back, along with my hoodie.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” dad spoke.

“Tomorrow? My classes start tomorrow.”

The man let out a sigh, “Eden, regionals are coming up, your training isn’t changing. 6am.”

With a huff I nodded, heading out of the rink. “Coach!” I heard a voice call, making me speed up. Billy Hargrove. Resident asshole, and dad’s star player on the hockey team, along with the one and only …

“E!” Steve Harrington.

“Hey,” I smiled at him, giving him a quick squeeze. “How’s the moving in going?”

“It’s gone, we’re all settled in. You got a match coming up?”

“Friday.”

“I’ll be there,” I smiled.

“Course you will, Robin won’t come alone.”

I laughed, nodding, “That’s true. Good luck on your practice. Billy seems more asshole-ish today.”

Steve cocked him brow as me, making me shake my head, “I know, when is he not?” Saying my goodbyes to Steve I headed out to my car, sighing as I sat down, my feet aching from the skates.

I did love to skate, I did. I always wanted to be on the ice, in the winter I’d skate by the lake near our with mom. Sometimes dad would join us.

Mom had wanted to go pro, well she had, until she met dad and had me. We skated together for fun, but when she passed, dad kept pushing, got me a proper trainer. I was with professional skaters more than my dad.

I loved to skate, but I didn’t want to go pro, that’s why I went to college. I was studying history, wanting to work in a museum and go and find hidden treasures.

Dad didn’t want that for me though, he wanted me to skate, wanted me to be what mom never was. An olympian. And if I ever said no … well then came the guilt trips and “Eden think of your mother.”

Shockingly, maybe even to my dad’s surprise, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of her.

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Pushing through the front door, I called out, “It’s only me!” Sliding my shoes off I threw them by Robins beat up docs and a pair of trainers owned by Nancy.

“Just in time! Dinner!” The curly haired girl smiled, her head popping round the door into the hallway. “I’ll be right there, just gonna take my bag to my room.”

“Well don’t take too long! The lasagna will go cold.” Nancy Wheeler was one of the kindest souls, she was also a total badass.

Dropping back on my bed with a groan, I let my bag fall to the floor. It wasn’t really my room yet, I was still trying to find a home for everything, the walls were bare, and hospital like.

The only thing that said me, were the countless medals and trophies scattered here and there. Along with the picture of me sat on my mom’s lap on my desk.

With a sigh I rubbed my thumb across the photo, she was beautiful.

“Eden!” Robin shouted, making me jump slightly. “Yeah I’m coming!” Putting the photo down I flicked the light off and headed to the girls.

Heading to the kitchen I sat down at our dining table, the chairs mismatched. “Uh I don’t think I can have the lasagna,” I said. Nancy stopped plating up my dinner.

“You okay?” Robin asked.

“Is it one of those days?”

Both girls were very aware of my issues with food, you had to look a certain way to skate, had to be a certain weight for a partner to lift you - something my dad never failed in reminding me.

“My dad’s not letting up on the training, so I’ve just gotta watch what I eat,” I sighed, giving the pair a sad shrug. I saw the girls share a glance.

“Eden-“ Nancy began.

“I’m not gonna do what I did last time, I’ll eat with you, I just can’t have what you have.” Robin sighed shaking her head,

“I swear next time I see your dad I’m kicking him in the throat.”

I laughed. “E, I’m saying this cause I love you, eat the fucking lasagna, fuck your dad-“ me and Robin gasped, Nancy barely swore, “Shush, the pair of you. You need to get better, analysing everything you eat will make you sick again.”

Under Nancy stern glaze and Robins smirk, “Give me the fucking lasagna.”

“Language!” Nancy scolded, making Robin cackle.

They really were the best friends I could ever ask for.

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Sat in class, our professor spoke to us about our first assignment, that we’d have to a presentation about an influential history figure - someone who was important to us. Only catch, she had pre-assigned partners for us.

A lot of groans rang out through the room, I didn’t mind, I was in class with a girl Robin was head over heels for, Vickie, but I assumed I wouldn’t be lucky enough to be paired with her.

“Victoria Carmichael and James Morgans.” What did I tell you?

“We’ve got Edward Munson and Eden Bennett,” the woman spoke. I looked up meeting a pair of dark eyes, I hadn’t ever really spoke to Eddie. “Now if you could please move to sit next to your partners.”

I threw my bag over my shoulder, grabbing my laptop, notebook and pen heading a few rows up to the boy. “Hey,” I offered him a smile, sitting down next to him. “Hi,” he grunted.

“I know you’ve all come back from your break, so this class can be used for planning your assignment and presentation. Next class we’ll be back to our regular schedule.”

“So Edward-“ I began.

“Eddie,” he cut me off.

“Hm?” He looked up at me, his face looked tired. “Nobody calls me Edward.” I nodded my head, “Ah okay, well Eddie. Any ideas who you want to study?”

He sighed, rubbing his face, “Queen Victoria?” I snorted a laugh, making him scowl at me. “What?”

“Just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“Something against Queen Victoria?”

I smiled at him, shaking my head, “No not at all, you sure you wanna study her? How about you make a list of people, I’ll do the same, and the we can choose one randomly?”

“Sure,” he turned from me, picking up his pen and began writing in his notebook. I did the same, giving us both a few minutes. “You ready?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, close your eyes.”

“What?” he asked with scrunched brows. “Close your eyes and point at any name.”

He sighed, shaking his head, making curls fall out of the bun at the base of his neck. He closed his eyes, and slammed his finger down onto my list instead of his.

“Oh cool!” I said, clasping my hands.

“Wow is it, Florence Nightingale? Cause she wasn’t all shes cracked up to be-“

“James Hetfield, he’s in Metallica.”

He looked at me with wide eyes, “You know James Hetfield?” I laughed, shaking my head in a yes motion. “Shocking I know, but I don’t live under a rock, my mom loves Metallica.”

“Oh right.”

“So, is that good for you?” He hummed nodding, “Y-yeah that’s fine.”

“Great could we swap numbers just so we can plan when to work on stuff together?”

“Sure?”

“You don’t sound sure?” I smiled, “We can swap emails if you want?”

“No, phone number is fine.” Ripping the paper from the bottom of my list off, I wrote my number down, giving it to Eddie.

“Just text me when you’re free and we can figure stuff out.”

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“Okay guys that’s all for today!” the professor said loudly. I packed up my stuff, throwing my back on my shoulder, “It was nice meeting you Eddie, make sure to let me know when you’re free,” I smiled, before heading over to Vickie.

“Yeah, bye,” he said quietly, packing up his own things.

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I hope you enjoyed the first part of The Criminal and The Princess! More will be coming soon 🫶🏻

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[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 29

“Fucking is a reward but you haven’t been a good girl.” - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

602 words

Warnings: apology blowjob, oral m receiving

She’d gone against his advice again, resulting in winding up in headmaster Black’s office getting scolded for wandering off campus and getting stuck in a tree of all places.

She had gotten stuck in the tree and missed curfew which had resulted in nearly half the school going on a search party for her in the middle of the night.

To make it all worse Black had summoned Ominis to walk her back to her dorm, the one student who’d told her beforehand that this expedition would be a bad idea and that it would bite her in the ass later.

She followed behind him, his glowing wand guiding the way back to her common room in near silence. “Ominis. Please, you don’t need to punish me with your silence. I’ve already been punished. I feel bad that I went against your wishes, truely.”

Ominis remained silent, continuing along with heavy boot falls. “Ominis ple-“

He spun on his heel causing her to crash into his chest as he sighed heavily. “No, you don’t get to be sorry only when you know you got caught. You could just listen for once maybe and you wouldn’t find yourself in so much trouble all the bloody time. Ever think of that?”

Her head sunk in shame but his hand stopped her, forcing her to look into his unseeing but still angry eyes. “No. You didn’t think of that. Instead you wake up and ponder, hm, how can I go against Ominis Gaunt today? What can I do to piss him off this time?!”

She looked around at the empty corridor they were in and licked her lips nervously. She knew there was only one way to tamp down his anger but she could really get them into trouble if she got caught here.

She sank to her knees, fingers flying up to his trousers. Ominis’ breathing hitched but he made no move to stop her. “You already know that fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been a good girl.”

She shakes her head and pulls his growing erection from his trousers with a smirk. “We aren’t fucking, this is only for you. This is just the beginning of my apology.”

She sits up on her heels, taking him into her mouth with a satisfied hum. He smells so good here, the masculine scent of him making her wet between her thighs already.

He gripped both her hands, placing them on his thighs. “Don’t move these hands. You aren’t allowed to play with yourself tonight. You deserve to be punished.”

She hummed around him greedily, rolling her tongue over his sensitive head. He sighed pleasurably, using the hand not holding his wand to lace his fingers into her hair. “Fuck, you’re way too good at this.”

She took him to the back of her throat, breathing through her nose so she wouldn't gag. His eyes squoze shut, a low guttural growl leaving his lips. “Holy fuck, gonna cum…”

She doesn’t stop, doesn’t even move till his fingers tighten in her hair and he leans back against the wall for support. She swallows around him and with a broken groan he’s cumming down her throat in hit thick ropes.

Once she’s sure he’s done she pulls off with a pop and grins happily, licking her lips. “You taste so good, Omi.”

He huffs and buttons himself back up before gripping her shoulder and dragging her toward the Slytherin common rooms. “You’re gonna stay with me tonight. Can’t trust you not to relieve that dripping cunt the second you’re alone.”

[astrobei]

SUNI!!!!! can i maybe request byler + giggling while kissing🫢🫢 go crazy with it i know itll make me insanely giddy

liv !! absolutely anything for you !! this got away from me so fast and it's so. it's. well. you'll see. here's kiss prompt #29 - giggling while kissing

“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Will remarks, raising an eyebrow at Mike over the top of his book. “What’s gotten into you?”

Mike just grins, closing the front door behind him. It’s five o'clock on a Thursday, meaning Mike’s had class from ten this morning almost straight through four p.m., with a brief break in between American Lit and his creative writing workshop where he’d run across campus to the good café for a bagel and a coffee. According to all logic and reason, Mike should not be in a good mood. He should, statistically speaking, be in a really shitty mood.

And yet.

“Nothing,” Mike says, dropping his bag to the floor, right there in the entrance to their apartment. “And what the hell? I got home, like, three seconds ago.”

Will keeps the same look fixed on him as Mike kicks his shoes off, sending them tumbling one after the other into the corner of the room. “Call it a certain je ne sais quoi,” Will replies, following Mike with his gaze as he immediately moves to pick up his shoes. “I can tell.”

Mike turns and squints. “You know French?”

“Sure,” Will laughs, then sets his book aside. He stretches, long and lazy along the length of the sofa, socked feet emerging from the ends of the blanket he’s got thrown over him. “Let’s go with that.”

“You don’t know French,” Mike announces. He would know. Will took Spanish with him for all four years of high school – four agonizing years of conjugating the past participle and imperfect subjunctive – and was even brave enough to attempt a brief foray into an introductory college class before finally calling it quits. Personally, Mike thinks it’s impressive Will lasted the semester. Mike had collected his high school credits and never looked back. “I would know.”

“Yeah?” Will leans back on the couch, watches Mike shuffle the rest of their shoes into place on the shoe rack. “Maybe I do.”

He doesn’t. “Prove it,” Mike says, then picks his bag up off the ground and plops it on top of the dining table. “Say something in French right now. Something romantic.”

“Bonjour,” Will says easily. “Mon ami.”

Mike squints even harder this time. “‘My friend’ is not a romantic thing to say, and also, you’re a liar.”

Will frowns. “How do you know French?”

“I don’t,” Mike laughs. “But I read a lot of Agatha Christie.”

Will gives him a weird look, a little incredulous and a little amused, then holds up the book he’d been reading. It’s Mike’s copy of Murder on the Orient Express. “Yeah, I know. You're unbelievable.”

“I’ve been looking for that,” Mike says, even though he absolutely hasn’t. “You thief.”

Will just smiles, beckoning Mike over to the couch with his free hand. “You love me,” he says, which is a lot closer to the mark than Mike would like Will’s rebuttals to his (entirely unserious) jabs to be.

Mike walks over, of course, because Will is right, and Mike loves him, and love makes you do crazy, stupid things – like being happy on a Thursday evening when your head hurts and your body hurts and all you want is to sleep straight through Friday afternoon. Frankly, it’s ridiculous how happy Mike feels. It’s a bit of an embarrassing look for him, actually.

“Hi,” Mike says, entirely unnecessarily, and lets Will pull him down with one hand. He lands sideways, sprawled halfway across Will’s lap, over the top of the absurdly fuzzy blanket they keep at the foot of the sofa.

Will smiles up at him. “Hey,” he replies, easy and warm. It’s also ridiculous, along with everything else, how soothing the single word is as it leaves Will’s mouth, how Mike’s oncoming headache ebbs, ever-so-slightly, at the sound. Will’s still got Mike’s book in one hand, but he folds a page down and sets it on the coffee table, then scoots over to make room, pressing his back up against the sofa cushions. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Mike sighs, tucking his face into Will’s neck and trying his hardest to not fall off the edge of the sofa. He wiggles his feet under the blanket too, tucks them under Will’s calves, the warm fleece of his pajama pants. “A little tired,” he admits, and Will lets out a sympathetic noise above him. “But good.”

“I’m glad,” Will murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Mike’s head. “And I know for a fact you’re in a weirdly good mood because I folded down the page of your book and you didn’t even yell at me.”

It takes a second for the words to land. Then– 

“Oh, you asshole,” Mike laughs, immediately twisting around in Will’s arms to look at his poor, innocent book lying on the coffee table’s coaster-dotted surface. “You were testing me?”

“You told me you didn’t care about that anymore,” Will points out, one arm wrapping instinctively around Mike’s waist as he moves. “You said you were working on it.”

“I am working on it!” Mike protests. “It’s a secondhand copy anyway, it was already dog-eared and– it’s not about that! I just think you’re so–”

“Mhm?”

“So ridiculous,” Mike says halfheartedly, as Will drops a light kiss to his nose, then his cheek. “I’m in a normal mood. A normal, fine, ordinary–”

“Sure–”

“–and I’m not any more happy than usual–”

“–uh huh–”

“Will!” Mike laughs, breaking away from Will’s vice grip, pulling back from where Will had been leaning in to press another kiss to his cheek. “Oh my god.”

Will just smiles at him. His hair is a bit messed up from lying on the couch, and Mike can feel himself warming up, slowly, from the late February chill he’d braved to walk from the bus stop back to their apartment. “Sorry,” he says, a bit apologetic, a bit pleased, and entirely genuine. “You’re just so fun.”

“I hate you,” Mike whispers. He’s sure that any hope of the phrase having even the slightest semblance of effect is vanquished immediately by the way he says it – breathless and adoring and totally, completely lovesick. “You’re infuriating.”

“You love me,” Will repeats, looking even more happy with himself than before, like getting Mike riled up and flustered is the highlight of his day. He pushes a strand of hair out of Mike’s eyes and asks, more seriously, “Are you hungry? You want something to eat?”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cook for me?” Mike asks, as if they don’t know a grand total of maybe five recipes between the two of them.

“Sure,” Will says. “Yeah. It’ll be romantic.”

Last Mike checked, they needed to get groceries, and he’s not sure what they even have that could feasibly be put together for a meal, but Will’s weirdly good at that sort of thing – throwing the most random ingredients together until it resembles something vaguely edible. Not gourmet, by any means, and sometimes not even good, but, like – if you need caloric sustenance, he’s your guy.

Mike isn’t sure how he feels about another one of those meals, though. Especially when he considers the stockpile of tuna cans in the pantry that’s been there for about a million years. He gives Will a suspicious look. “Like what?”

“Don’t give me that look,” Will says, then shoves gently at Mike’s side to get him to stand up. He follows, kicking the blanket off into a haphazard pile on the end of the sofa, and trailing Mike into the kitchen. “Mac and cheese. From a box.”

Kraft dinner sounds safe enough. “Okay,” Mike says happily. “Thank you.”

He hops up onto the counter while Will digs around the cupboard for a pot, then goes about filling it with water. The kitchen is silent for a while, save for the low humming of the fridge, the sharp clicking of the stove as it turns on. Mike watches him move, a low flame of affection bursting to life in tandem with the gas-fueled warmth against his skin. It’s probably dangerous to be sitting so close to the stove when it’s on, but whatever. It’s the only strip of counter that has enough space for Mike to climb onto and still be this close to Will.

“What’s up with you?” Will asks, pulling a box of mac and cheese off of the cupboard shelf and peering curiously up at him.

Mike, a little belatedly, realizes he’s smiling. “Nothing,” he says, as Will sets the box down on the counter next to Mike’s thigh. “Why?”

“I don’t believe you,” Will says, then slots himself easily into the space between Mike’s legs, rests two hands on his hips. “You never smile this much on a Thursday.”

“You’re so hung up on it being a Thursday,” Mike hums, as Will presses his fingers into Mike’s skin, pushing up the soft fabric of his sweatshirt just a little. “Why are you– hey, that tickles!”

Will just grins, watching Mike squirm with no small amount of joy on his face. “Watch out for the fire,” he says, calm and collected and cool as a cucumber, like he wasn’t the one that nearly got him burned in the first place.

“Watch out for the– oh, shut up,” Mike says. Will laughs, low and pleased, and leans forward, tilting his face up.

“Come down here,” he says, frowning. “I can’t kiss you when you’re all the way up there.”

“Not my fault I’m taller than you,” Mike mumbles, but slides off the counter anyway. He lands a bit awkwardly, stumbles half a step forward before Will steadies him.

“I’m hung up on it being a Thursday,” Will says, tucking a kiss to the side of Mike’s cheek, right under his ear, “because you’re always miserable on Thursdays.”

“I am not,” Mike laughs, as Will pulls back. “What gave you that idea?”

“You’re up early and you have a million classes and you never get enough time to actually eat during the day and you never let me forget it,” Will says, the answer a little too immediate for Mike’s liking. He steps closer, presses Mike back up against the counter until the cold linoleum tiles are digging into the small of his back. “And you’re a menace when your blood sugar is low. Is that it? Did you eat a real lunch today? Are you currently operating under normal human physiology?”

Mike thinks back to the solitary bagel he’d eaten in approximately seven bites while running between the English building and the Communications building. “Um. Unless you count me getting an everything bagel instead of plain, then no.”

“Then what is it?” Will asks. “I can tell, you’re so– you’re being so–”

Mike gives him a strange look. “I don’t think I’m being anything,” he says. It’s true – he doesn’t feel any different from normal, except maybe a little warmer and a little fuzzier and a little bit more hungry than on his average day. “What’s your deal? What am I being?”

“Smilier,” Will says, tilting his head like he’s looking for a nonexistent giveaway in Mike’s face. His eyes dart over Mike’s features, slowly, drinking them in.

“That’s not a word.”

“If I guess,” Will starts, ignoring him, “will you tell me?”

“There’s nothing to guess– Will!” Mike shrieks softly, as Will peppers a quick succession of kisses across his cheek and down his neck. “Fuck you, that tickles!”

“Good grade on a paper?” Will hums against his throat, which isn’t really doing much to help with the tickling thing. Mike tries to pull away, but Will’s grip is steadfast, unyielding. “Heard back from your advisor?”

“No, and no,” Mike gets out. “Nothing happened!”

“Don’t believe you,” Will murmurs, then kisses Mike over the bridge of his nose. “Class got canceled?”

“Thankfully not,” Mike laughs, “because we were peer reviewing today– Will, oh my god, why are you–”

“Be honest with me,” Will says, squinting slightly, “are you on drugs?”

“How the hell would I be on drugs,” Mike stares, a grin spreading, wide and giddy, across his face. His chest is aching from laughter, cheeks already tired from smiling so hard. It’s ridiculous how often he feels like this around Will. He didn’t know you could feel so exhausted in such a wonderful way, by such a wonderful thing. A welcome ache, soothing and grounding and exhilarating all at once. “I don’t understand you.”

“Then tell me,” Will says quietly, leaning in again. He kisses Mike, soft and intentional, thumbs rubbing circles over his hips where his crewneck had ridden up earlier, long and slow enough that Mike forgets about it, for a second – the teasing and the prodding and the interrogation – and the warm ache of laughter gives way to something smoother, steadier. He wants to sink into the feeling like a warm bath – or maybe a dry macaroni noodle in a pot of boiling water.

“The water,” Mike mumbles, barely decipherable. “It’s boiling.”

“It’s just water,” Will says, “it’ll be fine,” and kisses him again.

That’s a good point. “Okay,” Mike whispers, and lets the feeling overtake him – Will’s hands, steady and warm where they’re pressed against Mike’s skin. Where his hair is still damp from his shower, because Will is ridiculous and lame and has one morning class on Thursdays and gets to lay around at home for the rest of the day.

Will presses another kiss to Mike’s lips, leans in once, twice, and–

Thud.

“Ow,” Mike groans, pulling away just long enough to squeeze his eyes shut and rub at the back of his head, where the cabinet had oh-so-rudely refused to move out of the way for him. “Great.”

“Mike,” Will says in mild disbelief, biting down on his lower lip. His eyes are sparkling, cheeks a little flushed. God, Mike loves him. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he breathes out, smiling. “I’m– yeah, that was so stupid.”

“So stupid,” Will grins. “How did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Mike groans again, exasperated and drawn-out, and that’s it – Will laughs, bright and happy and eyes going all crinkles at the corners and moves in to kiss him again.

“You’re so ridiculous.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” Mike protests, but he’s laughing too, catching Will’s soft exhales as they leave his chest, leaning forward to press more of his weight into him. Will moves easily, lets Mike grin against his mouth – wide and happy and far too pleased for his own good.

“Okay, don’t tell me,” Will says at last, pressing a final kiss to Mike’s cheek before pulling away. “I’m just happy you’re happy.”

“Will,” Mike starts, then reels him back in with one hand on his wrist. Will looks startled, eyes wide as Mike catches him by the other hand too. “I was– nothing happened, I swear. I was just thinking about you earlier.”

Will blinks. “You were thinking about me?”

“Yeah,” Mike shrugs. Will says this like it’s a rare, wondrous occasion – Mike thinking about him, that is – and not something that usually happens during most of Mike’s waking hours and some of his unconscious ones too. “I was thinking about you. You just– you make me feel better. I didn’t notice anything was different.”

Will just looks at him. “So you’re not on drugs?”

Mike drops his head to Will’s shoulder and sighs, long and bereaved. Will laughs, low and breathy next to his ear, wraps both arms around Mike’s waist, and holds on. “Seriously?”

“I’m kidding,” Will murmurs. “That’s sweet. You– really? What were you thinking about?”

This is embarrassing.

“Just you,” Mike admits, a little muffled into the fabric of Will’s sweater. “Just– coming home to you, after a long day.”

“Sap,” Will says, saccharine and so fond that it seems to be spilling right out of him. Mike can feel it, all the ways Will loves him, like it’s a physical thing that’s taking shape under his hands. They’re what make Mike think about him so often, all the time, in the middle of a painstakingly long lecture or seminar. Turning memories like these over in his mind, the simple comfort in knowing his day is going to get better as soon as Will gets his arms around him.

“Shut up,” Mike says. He turns to kiss along the curve of Will’s cheekbone, right under his eye, where the skin has gone wonderfully pink and creased with laughter, then pulls away. “The water’s been boiling for, like, ten minutes, by the way. Just so you know.”

[squeebl]

16, clumsy and shy

shauna shipman x fem reader !

(title from Half a Person by The Smiths)

word count: around 2.9k

warnings: minor injury (might also be ooc but idk 🙏)

summary: as Jackie’s sister, you’ve known Shauna for quite some time. her and Jackie have been friends for years and hang out a lot, so you’ve gotten close to Shauna, too, in those years. what she doesn’t know is that you’ve started developing feelings for her.

(i suck at writing summaries lmao)

A/N: this is the longest fic i’ve written since like 2021, hope it isn’t too bad! ⊙︿⊙👍

down the hall, the sound of footsteps grew closer, gradually breaking through your dreams. the bedroom door creaked open, and Jackie peered inside, an annoyed look on her face as she realized you weren't awake yet. "Y/N, come on, wake up!" she called.

you groaned, your eyes fluttering open as you squinted against the light. "Ugh, do I have to?"

Jackie chuckled, her hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned against the doorframe. "Yes, you do. We've got school, remember? You can't sleep through another day."

with an exaggerated sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and rubbed your eyes. "Fine, fine. I'm up."

as Jackie left to give you some privacy, you rolled out of bed and padded to your closet. you put on a comfortable pair of jeans and a worn band t-shirt, then looked at yourself in the mirror. a quick brush through your hair and you were ready to face the day, or at least as ready as you could be.

just as you were about to head downstairs, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside. You glanced out the window and saw Shauna's car parked by the curb. a nervous flutter filled your stomach at the thought of seeing Shauna – the one person who managed to make your heart race and your words stumble.

you took a deep breath, your heart racing as you contemplated the upcoming encounter with Shauna. with an attempt to calm your nerves, you gathered your things and made your way downstairs.

Jackie was waiting in the living room, her backpack slung over her shoulder. "Took you long enough," she teased.

you rolled your eyes and joined her. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here now."

as you both stepped outside, the sun's warmth embraced you, and you shielded your eyes for a moment, adjusting to the brightness. Shauna sat in the driver's seat, a friendly smile on her lips, as she waited for you and Jackie. your heart skipped a beat as you approached the car.

"Hey, guys!" Shauna called out with a grin as Jackie got in the front seat and you sat in the back.

"Morning, Shauna," you replied, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness in your voice. the scent of Shauna's perfume wafted over to you, making your heart race even faster.

as the car engine rumbled to life, Shauna pulled away from the curb, and you tried to act casual, glancing out of the window and suppressing a smile. Jackie chatted animatedly in the front seat, but you found it hard to focus on the conversation, your thoughts consumed by the nearness of Shauna.

you stole a few quick glances at her, admiring the way her hair caught the sunlight and the easy way she laughed at Jackie's jokes. when Shauna caught your eye in the rearview mirror and flashed you a quick smile, your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away, hoping your blush went unnoticed.

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the drive to school seemed to pass too quickly, and before you knew it, Shauna was pulling into the parking lot. with a mix of relief and disappointment, you gathered your belongings and opened the car door, stepping out onto the familiar campus.

you walked with Jackie and Shauna towards the school building, Jackie then stops and walks over to her boyfriend, Jeff. the chatter and laughter of students filled the air as you navigated through the halls. Shauna stayed by your side instead of following Jackie as you went to your locker.

"Are you excited for the science test today?" Shauna asked, her eyes locking onto yours. you nodded, your mind racing to come up with a coherent response. "No, but I've been looking over my notes, so I should hopefully be okay," you managed to say, mentally patting yourself on the back for not stumbling over your words too much.

as you reached your locker, Shauna leaned against the one next to it, her smile playful. "You know, you're cute when you're all flustered." heat crept up your neck, and you fumbled with your locker combination, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Jackie, who had been engaged in conversation with Jeff and some of his friends, caught up with you. "Ready for the test?" she asked, oblivious to the undercurrents between you and Shauna. "Yeah, I think so," you replied, grateful for the distraction. “Alright, well, after science make sure you meet me by my locker and tell me if it’s hard or not, okay? I want to be prepared, y’know?” Jackie says and you nod in response as you look for your stuff in your locker.

the three of you continued chatting about the upcoming test and other school-related topics, trying to keep your nerves in check. the bell rang, signaling the start of the first class, and you all headed towards your classes. as you walked away, you couldn't help but steal another glance at Shauna, a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbling within you.

throughout the day, your mind wandered back to the moments shared with Shauna that morning. the way she looked at you, the teasing remarks she made – they replayed in your thoughts, leaving you with a lingering sense of warmth. the science test went by in a blur, and as the final bell of the day rang, you gathered your things and headed out of the classroom, going to find Shauna and Jackie.

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you, Shauna, and Jackie made your way to soccer practice. the field was alive with activity as your teammates were stretching on the field, preparing for practice. as the three of you joined the group, you felt a rush of excitement and energy. Shauna gave you an encouraging smile, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence.

midway through the game, as you were focused on keeping your eye on the ball, you didn't notice a small pit in the field and you stumbled forward. before you knew it, you were on the ground, your hands instinctively reaching to break your fall. the impact made your nose sting, and you could feel warm liquid dripping from it. a sense of embarrassment and pain washed over you as you realized you had a bloody nose.

Shauna quickly rushed over, concern etched on her face. "Y/N, are you okay? That looked painful."

you managed a weak smile, trying to play it off. "Yeah, just a little trip. I'll be fine."

but when Shauna saw the blood dripping down your nose and the worried expression on your face, she didn't hesitate. "Come on, let's get you to the nurse's office. You might need some ice and tissues."

Jackie joined in, looking concerned. "Yeah, let's make sure you're alright."

with Shauna's arm around your shoulders, she helped you up, and you leaned on her slightly as you walked towards the school building. the rest of the team looked on with curiosity and concern as you made your way to the nurse's office.

Shauna stayed with you, gently guiding you down the hall. "Don't worry, Y/N. Accidents happen to all of us. Let's just get you cleaned up."

you couldn't help but feel grateful for Shauna's support as you entered the nurse's office. she helped you get some tissues and ice for your nose, and you sat down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

as you held the tissues to your nose, Shauna smiled reassuringly. "See? Nothing to be embarrassed of. You're tough, Y/N."

Jackie chimed in, offering you a comforting pat on the back. "Yeah, we're here for you. And besides, now you have a funny story to tell."

you chuckled softly, the pain in your nose subsiding as you appreciated the fact that Shauna and Jackie were being supportive, rather than making fun of you. despite the mishap, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected fall and the care Shauna had shown you.

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after practice, you spotted Jackie by her locker, and she waved you over. "Hey, ready to head home?" she asked with a grin. "Definitely," you replied, relief washing over you as the school day came to an end. as you walked out of the building, you couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the day had in store.

you and Jackie made your way to the parking lot, where Shauna was already waiting by her car. she smiled when she saw you approaching, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, you two!" Shauna greeted as you reached her car. "Ready to go?" her gaze lingered on you, and you felt a rush of nerves and excitement.

"Yup!" you replied. you exchanged small talk as you settled into the car, the familiar scent of Shauna's perfume once again enveloping you. the drive back was filled with laughter and easy conversation, and you found yourself growing more comfortable in Shauna's presence.

as Shauna pulled up to your house, you hesitated before opening the car door. "Thanks for the ride, Shauna," you said, your voice a mix of gratitude and shyness.

she smiled warmly at you. "Anytime. See you tomorrow?"

you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

with a final wave, you stepped out of the car, your heart racing and a smile playing on your lips. as you watched Shauna drive away, you couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that you wouldn't be seeing her until tomorrow.

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the sun had dipped below the horizon by the time you finished dinner, the lingering warmth of the day giving way to a cool evening breeze. you and Jackie had prepared a simple but good meal together. the two of you sat at the dining table, plates in front of you, and shared stories from your day.

"So, how was practice after I left?" you asked, taking a bite of your dinner.

Jackie shrugged. "Pretty uneventful, except for the part where I scored an amazing goal. You missed the highlight of the day!"

you laughed, shaking your head. "Of course, you would save your best moves for when I'm not there to see them."

as dinner came to an end, you helped Jackie clear the table and wash the dishes. the kitchen was filled with a comfortable silence. once the dishes were done, you made your way to the living room, ready to wind down for the evening.

settling onto the couch, you grabbed a book from the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. Jackie joined you, curling up in her favorite armchair with a contented sigh.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked, glancing over at you.

"Just a fantasy novel I started a while back," you replied, engrossed in the world of magic and adventure.

Jackie picked up the TV remote and scrolled through the channels. "Let me know if you want me to turn off the TV," she offered, settling on some late night show.

The soft glow of the television illuminated the room as you lost yourself in the pages of your book. time seemed to pass by in a blur as you delved deeper into the story, the outside world fading away.

eventually, you realized that your eyelids were growing heavy, and you bookmarked your page before setting the book aside. Jackie was still watching the show, and you smiled at the sight of her, completely absorbed in whatever was happening, you weren’t really paying attention to it.

"Hey, Jackie," you said, your voice soft.

she turned to you, a curious expression on her face. "Yeah?"

"I think I'm going to call it a night and head to bed. I'm pretty tired."

Jackie nodded understandingly. "That’s okay, get some rest. We've got another long day of school tomorrow." she said with an exaggerated sigh.

you stood up and stretched, feeling the weariness of the day settle in. "Goodnight!"

"Night, Y/N. Sleep well," she replied with a warm smile.

with a final glance at the cozy living room, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom. the events of the day, the laughter, the shared moments, and the unexpected encounter with Shauna all swirled in your mind. as you slipped under the covers and settled into bed, you reached across your nightstand to set your alarm.

the room was bathed in a soft, gentle darkness, and you closed your eyes, ready to drift off into a peaceful slumber, carrying with you the memories of a day well-lived.

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the next morning, sunlight once again filtered through your bedroom curtains, gently coaxing you awake. you stretched and yawned, feeling a sense of anticipation bubbling within you as the events of the previous day replayed in your mind. today was a new day, and you couldn't help but feel that it held the promise of something special.

you went through your morning routine with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, your thoughts frequently drifting to the thought of seeing Shauna again. after getting dressed, you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast.

Jackie was already at the kitchen table, munching on a bowl of cereal. she looked up and grinned when she saw you. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"Morning," you replied, pouring yourself a bowl of cereal and taking a seat opposite her. "Any exciting plans for today?"

Jackie shrugged, looking a little bored. "Just the usual – school, soccer practice, and maybe some hanging out. Oh, and a little something extra that I might have planned."

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell."

Jackie leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "Let's just say that I have a feeling today might be the day you finally gather up the courage to ask someone out."

your heart raced, and you felt a flush creeping up your cheeks. "Jackie, you're annoying. Also, that’s not- How does that count as one of your plans?"

she chuckled, giving you a playful nudge. "Come on, Y/N, you know it's time to take that leap. And you’re right, I can’t plan you asking someone out, I just said that to get your attention so you’d actually listen to me.”

the thought of asking Shauna out had been on your mind ever since yesterday's interactions, and Jackie's words only added to it. with a deep breath, you finished your breakfast and grabbed your backpack. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Wish me luck."

"Good luck!" Jackie called after you as she rushed to get her stuff, following you outside. Shauna was unable to pick you and Jackie up this morning, so you had to get up early enough to catch the bus.

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the day seemed to pass by in a blur of classes, conversations, and stolen glances. you caught sight of Shauna a few times in the hallway, your heart skipping a beat each time your eyes met. as the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you found yourself standing by your locker, your heart pounding in your chest.

with a determined exhale, you gathered your belongings and walked over to Shauna, who was chatting with Taissa and Van. the nerves were undeniable, but you pushed through them, reminding yourself of Jackie's encouragement.

"Hey, Shauna," you said, your voice surprisingly steady.

Shauna turned to you, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Hey, Y/N. What's up?"

you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "So, um, I was thinking… would you maybe want to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date?"

time seemed to stand still as you awaited Shauna's response. Taissa and Van exchanged knowing glances, Taissa having a look of defeat on her face. Shauna's smile widened, and she nodded.

"I'd love to, Y/N. That sounds like a great idea."

relief flooded through you, and you couldn't help but break into a grin. "Awesome. How about we grab coffee tomorrow morning?"

Shauna nodded, her excitement matching yours. "Coffee sounds perfect. It's a date."

as you walked away with a mixture of happiness and disbelief, Van couldn't resist turning to Taissa, a smirk on her face. "See? I told you Shauna would be too much of a pussy to ask her out first. Where’s my money?" she teased, nudging Taissa with her elbow.

Taissa rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Fine, fine. You win this time."

you turned back to Shauna, feeling a rush of happiness at the prospect of your upcoming coffee date. "I'll call you later to figure out the details?"

Shauna nodded, her expression filled with genuine enthusiasm. "Sounds like a plan. Can't wait!"

you smiled and walked away to find Jackie. once you found her, you both rushed to the bus so you could make it home.

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someone tell me if my ask box thing shows up pls 🙏

also , part 2 with the date ????

i learned how to play say yes on guitar 🫶

[whispering-ways]

•♡✷ matched hearts (pt. 1) ✷♡•

✷ summary: shinsou downloads a dating app and starts talking to you

✷ pairing: hitoshi shinsou x reader

✷ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✷ notes: slanted texts indicate actual text messages (purple is shinsou, white is reader) :)

Shinsou wasn’t a big fan of dating apps. He wasn’t even a big fan of talking to the people around him nevertheless new people. It’s not that he didn’t like people, he liked his friends of course, it was just hard to maintain a conversation with people is all.

But seeing all the couples on campus did honestly make him feel a bit lonely, leading him to download Hinge. He honestly never took it seriously; it was fun to swipe through profiles but he never took the time to have any sort of deep conversation with anyone. That is until he saw your profile.

He’d seen you around UA a couple of times and thought you were pretty, but Hinge let him see you in a whole new light. Apparently, you really liked crocheting, which he found interesting because he always wanted to learn how to do it, but never quite found the time to actually learn. You were a huge movie buff which was yet another plus since he was too. You also seemed to be really smart; UA didn’t just choose any old student to be part of the Department of Support after all. Something about you just carried this bright aura that pulled him in. Soon enough he was liking your profile and sending you his best pickup line in hopes of talking to you more.

You’d just gotten home from a long day of tinkering with a new gadget you’d been working on recently when you saw that someone liked your Hinge profile. At first, you were going to ignore the notification; you were way too tired. But even after you took a shower, ate dinner, and took a melatonin gummy, it seemed like you’d never be able to fall asleep. So you opened up Hinge, thinking that if you were going to be up, you might as well look through some profiles.

That’s when you saw that Shinsou liked your profile. You didn’t know him too well, but you had seen him pop into the support department a couple of times. You definitely thought he was cute, but you’d never really gotten a chance to talk to him since he mostly just talked to Mei when he needed repairs. But his pick-up line?

“‘Is your name yarn? Because you’ve got me all tangled up in your stitches’?” you said with a laugh. It was for sure one of the cheesier pick-up lines you’d been told, but still pretty sweet. You thought about it for a second and then decided to reply. I mean it’s not like you were falling asleep anytime soon anyways.

Lol that’s really cheesy, but you’re in luck bc cheesy pick-up lines are my fav :)

After a few minutes, you thought you wouldn’t hear a reply back till tomorrow morning so you started scrolling through Instagram. But after looking through a couple of posts, you saw that Shinsou sent you a reply back.

Haha, well I’m glad you like it. How has your day been?

Its been a little tiring tbh, I’ve been working on this one gadget for who knows how long and I just can’t seem to get it to do what I want it to do lol. How’s yours been?

This time the reply was instantaneous.

Tiring as well. I’ve been doing nothing but training all day today. What sort of gadget are you making?

That surprised you; most people thought making gadgets was boring and didn’t want to know too much about it. But as you gave him more details about what you were building, he seemed genuinely interested. It was refreshing, to say the least. That question lead you both into talking about your careers and the passion he had to be a hero was evident. It was inspiring to see how much he cared about quirks that were looked down on in society. To you, it was certainly admirable and made you want to work harder in your own career.

Shinsou thought your dedication to the support department was amazing. It was good to talk to someone who was equally as ambitious as he was, but not actively trying to be competitive, which was a big issue between students in the hero industry. As the night carried on, the both of you kept texting about anything and everything.

There was just something so comforting and natural when talking to you. It was just simple. Before you two knew it, it was 4 am and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d felt yourself drifting off a couple of hours ago, but the conversation was just too good for you to end it then. You and Shinsou said goodnight and you hoped that this wasn’t the end of the both of you talking.

When you woke up the next morning after talking to him, you were greeted with a text from Shinsou which immediately put a smile on your face.

Good morning. I hope you have a nice and hopefully less tiring day :)

It was simple, but sweet and lead you both to continue talking throughout the rest of the day. It had been now about three days since your initial conversation and you both had been texting the entire time. Getting texts from Shinsou had now become one of the most delightful parts of the day. Whenever you saw a notification from him, you felt a wave of giddiness flood through you.

Shinsou, although he didn’t want to admit it, also found himself grinning at your daily texts. Every time he heard the chime of his notifications, he secretly hoped it was you texting him back. And while he knew he shouldn’t be so quick to answer, he couldn’t help texting you back instantaneously. You were one of the only people he enjoyed talking to after all.

It took a lot of courage out of him, but after an hour of hyping himself up and drafting out the text in his mind, Shinsou finally asked you out on a date.

Would you happen to be free this weekend? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I’d like to take you out on a date if that’s okay with you.

When you saw that text, you squealed and threw your phone on your bed in excitement. After a moment, you realized that you’d actually need to settle yourself and reply to him.

I’d love that! Are you free on Saturday around 11am?

Shinsou’s nerves instantly settled; he was absolutely elated reading your last text. He took a minute or two to think of some places he thought you’d enjoy and then sent his reply.

Yeah, that works for me :) there’s a cat cafe nearby UA, would you like to go there?

That sounds lovely! I love cats, so thats acc perfect!

Great! I’m a big cat fan myself. I guess its a date then ♡

Soon after you two had set up your date, you both said your goodnights. But you were far too excited to fall asleep any time soon. You were already laying in bed, planning your outfit, and thinking about how you wanted to do your makeup even though the date was two days away

. A couple of blocks away, Shinsou was thinking about the date too. The more he'd talked to you, the more he truly felt this connection with you. It just felt like kismet. All he was hoping for now is that you weren't any different in person.

You spent most of the night thinking of different scenarios of how you thought the date would go in hopes of calming you down enough to fall asleep. However, it did the exact opposite, the lovely thoughts keeping you awake. After a while though (and with the help of a melatonin gummy), you were able to fall asleep and you dreamt of your date the whole night.

[lukeevangelista]

YESSSS HOW ABT BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH THE HOCKEY TEAM AND SOFT LAUNCHING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH JJ

Soft Launch - JJ McCarthy

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“Hi baby.” JJ smiled down at you, keeping his voice low as you two walked through campus, his hand on your lower back and he guided you.

You two were public and as much as you would have liked to kiss him in public, you both knew it was best to keep it under wraps for the time being.

Well that was until some freshman from the debate team saw JJ press a gentle kiss to your lips as he told you goodbye when he dropped you off at your dorm.

“I’ll see you later. Are you still going to the boys house?” He asked as he walked backwards, making sure you two were still on for tonight.

You nodded as he shot you a thumbs up, him finally leaving for practice.

You wanted to tell your friends before news got out, but some punk had beat you to it.

“You’re dating who?” Nolan laughed as he watched you walk into their house, immediately starting on you.

You turned around, trying to walk out, only to bump into Rutgers chest, him coming in after you, “No can do bucko. Turn around.” His hands found the side of your arms, turning you around to push you forward towards the open spot on the couch.

“McCarthy of all people? Him?” Steve scoffed, “You could do better.”

“He’s nice. And super sweet. And look at that face.” You gushed. They looked at you with distaste before letting a laugh escape their lips.

You had invited JJ with you over to Nolan’s house to tell them, but the news broke campus wide that ‘Super Star Quarterback JJ McCarthy was off the market by you’ and the boys had gotten whiff of it before you were able to tell them.

“When did this happen?” Ethan asked as he grabbed your forearm, tugging you to sit down next to him.

“Like.. a month-“

“A month!” Phil laughed, “Dude, we didn’t even suspect anything.”

“I- We wanted to tell you, but apparently it’s already out.”

“Yeah we heard.” Dylan snorted, “Ya know Y/N/N, if you wanted to be more secretive, maybe you should have invited him in if you wanted to kiss him.” He laughed as he pulled up the picture of you two smooching.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Well we didn’t expect this drama today.” Luca laughed.

The conversation changed after that, you being thankful for this until you heard a knock on the front door, Nolan popping up to grab it.

“Hey buddy.” Your eyes widened as you saw JJ walk into his house, the tension in the air becoming awkward.

A couple of the boys glared at him, sorta jokingly. It wasn’t that they care who you dated, most definitely wasn’t that- it was more so they were nervous that they’d hurt you. Especially an athlete. They all knew how these boys ran through girls and they didn’t want you in that situation.

Especially Nolan. You had been close with him since your freshman year, which would have been his junior year. You both got paired up for a project, you both finding out the other was pretty cool. It was all history from there.

“One wrong move.” Ethan glared, “We’re watching you.”

“Apparently others are too.” JJ commented, you nodding.

“Oh yeah. They found out before I even had a chance to say anything when I walked in.” You admitted as you stood up, walking over to him, “Guys, this is JJ, my boyfriend.”

You didn’t want the football player part looming over him so that’s exactly why you introduced him the way you did.

It didn’t take long for Steve and Phil to catch on before Steve replied with, “Nice to meet you, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes, but thankful one of them was smart enough to catch on, and not say something stupid.

“Well I’ve had enough. Can we just start this movie already?” Jacob whined.

“Go ahead.” You laughed as you got comfortable next to JJ on the couch.

“Hands where we can see them pal.”

[hoshologies]

HEATED BLANKET, KWON S.

synopsis — hoshi comes home late, aching. you’re sleeping on the couch, cuddled up with a heated blanket. just what the doctor ordered.

genres &&. warnings — fluff, romance, friends to lovers!au, non-idol!au &&. none

word count — 1.5k

from the author — invested in a heated blanket a few months ago. one of the best purchases i’ve ever made (/srs)

mid-january in seoul has always proved chilly, but it feels moreso now than it did when hoshi left the apartment earlier today. it's closing in on eleven pm and the neighborhood where his apartment building stands. his breath billows out in thick, opaque clouds and his body aches something fierce.

he'd been on campus since eight this morning, both for lectures and his own classes. (initially, he'd been excited when offered the opportunity to teach his own dance classes for other students, but with the semester in full-swing, he's starting to regret it a little). he had wanted to be home for dinner, but he'd gotten caught up studying with some friends at the library and lost track of time until the ten minute closing announcement had been made and his gang had finally cleared out.

now, he's walking home after an almost fifteen-hour day and he wants nothing more than to get cozy and sleep for a solid ten hours. he's hungry, he's cold, his entire body aches, and for reasons unknown, he just... misses you. you: his roommate, his best friend, his other half. he hasn't seen you all day and he just knows that seeing you right now would make his immediate future so much better.

he shakes his head as he presents his keycard to the reader of the apartment building. what is he doing, thinking about you like that? you're best friends and he doesn't like you more than that; he can't.

but you want to, a little voice in the back of his head says.

he blocks it out, stepping into the warmth of the lobby and sighing audibly. he has more important things to think about and do than ruining the best relationship he's ever had in his life. it's not worth losing that all because of one little unwanted thought.

the elevator is unfathomably warmer, but it still doesn't even begin to penetrate the bitter cold that has seeped directly into his bone marrow. he aches all over, feet dragging down the carpeted hall towards your shared apartment's door. he's never been so relieved in his whole life as his key slips into the lock with no resistance, as the door opens effortlessly without a creak.

he stays silent, toeing out of his sneakers and replacing them with his house slippers. his keychain goes in the small dish in the entryway table and his backpack on the hook next to the door. home and routine, everything has a place: you have matching keychains that go next to each other in the dish, specified places for your items to slip right in next to each other, all even and perfect.

it's his favorite thing about coming home after a long day, seeing his shoes tucked into the rack next to yours, your bags paired together, keys discarded side by side.

he slips quietly into the living room, expecting darkness, but he's openly surprised when his expectation is subverted. netflix is idling on the tv screen, available shows cycling through on repeat, and there you are, not in bed, but on the couch, your back pressed firm against the back cushions. a tartan blanket is tucked over you and his eyes trail, falling on the cord, and he realized you pulled out the heated blanket he'd gotten you for christmas.

he tries (valiantly, he swears) and fails to fight the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth, the warmth in his chest that fills him with a certain kind of joy. you'd expressed gratitude when you'd unwrapped the thing at christmas, but he hadn't seen you use it until now. it must be cozy because you don't often fall asleep on the couch like this unless you're really, truly comfortable.

it seems enticing.

and, mind still steeped in winter cold, he can't stop himself. glad he changed into sweatpants for dance classes in the evening, he moves with a practiced gentleness, moving to the couch and pulling back the blanket just enough to slide in next to you. the thing is toasty under his fingers and he knows this is exactly what he needs.

once he settles, knees knocking against your own, he realizes just how close you are. he's not completely clueless, but you're so near that your noses almost touch. it sends his heart into such a frenzy that he swears it's the reason you start stirring.

"soonyoung?" you ask quietly, eyes cracking open as you stretch your legs. "when did you get home?"

"just now," he replies just as softly. he can feel himself go all soft and gentle with you like this and he knows there's no coming back from that realization. "didn't mean to wake you up. sorry."

you shake your head as best you can and scoot in closer. "no big deal. i probably needed to get up and move to my bed for the night anyway."

he goes still and, after much deliberation, he slides his arm over your waist, tucking his hand between your body and the back cushion of the couch. you glance up at him groggily and he has to will himself calm.

"let's just stay here for a while," he says, tipping his head forward and resting his forehead against yours.

"are you okay?" you question. it's a simple ask, but it sends his heart reeling. "you're not usually this affectionate."

but for all your seemingly resistance to whatever is transpiring in this moment, you're not exactly rejecting it. and it's not like the two of you don't get physically affectionate ever; it's a norm in your relationship, it just feels different this time.

so soonyoung nods and lets out a little huff of a laugh. "yeah, i'm okay. it's just cold out tonight and i had to walk home from the station."

finally, finally your arm slips around him in reciprocation after his confession. it leaves little space between you that goes untouched and very little reservation in his mind that this is anything more than platonic.

he doesn't know what changed between this morning and ten mintues ago, but he's not complaining.

"i told you to not go today," you say softly as your eyes slide closed and you readjust, tucking yourself perfectly against his chest, your head fitting just right underneath his chin. "i told you."

"yeah, you did," soonyoung relents, smiling to himself. "i should have listened to you."

"you should always listen to me," you respond, voice muffled by his hoodie. he can feel the warmth of your breath through the thick fabric and it makes him want to smile even more. "it's okay though since you're here now."

he nods and lets a comforting, tranquil silence settle over the living room. he basks singularly in the weight of your body pressed against him and the warmth of the heated blanket tucked over the top of you two. paired with the freshly falling snow he can see through the window over the back of the couch, it is like the pair of you are the only two people left in the world.

"are you sure you're okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine. we can talk about it in the morning, promise. go back to sleep."

"m'kay. g'night, hosh."

"goodnight."

he knows he'll have to come clean in the morning, which scares him more than anything. but for now, it is just the two of you and the heated blanket and the snow beyond the window and things are okay. he has to believe they'll stay that way.

© hoshologies 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

[ashwithane]

happy 5th anniversary, fire emblem three houses!

i didn’t have time to do anything super elaborate, but i’m glad i could at least make some simple drawings of how i looked when the game released vs how i look now. i tried to give them a similar vibe to the in-game portraits haha

rant below about my feelings right now because there’s a Lot to say! content warning for mental illness and childhood trauma 🫠🤙

as you can see in the drawings, i’ve come a long way in the past five years. when three houses first released, i was a deeply insecure high schooler who never dared to speak up or express themself. i struggled with self worth issues and had long since begun developing ocd symptoms as a result of the fear i had that there was something wrong with me, something i couldn’t possibly know or change but that everyone would see if i made a single wrong move.

throughout high school, and my adolescence as a whole, i had a hard time connecting with people. but when i played three houses, i connected with the story, the characters, the ability to replay it again and again and always try something new, change characters’ classes and find new paired endings and discover the little details i hadn’t noticed before. i was playing three houses the weekend after covid lockdown was announced, and i remember talking to one of my friends about this cool game i’d just started my second playthrough of. we laughed and talked about the game, figuring that lockdown would only last a few weeks, and then things would be back to normal.

lockdown was difficult for me, as it was for most people. but at the same time, not going to school in person meant i could afford to let my guard down. i could afford to unmask, and discover who i was when i didn’t spend every moment in fear of what others would think. and so when lockdown ended, i started college still timid, but somewhat more familiar with who i was inside.

and then, one day, a thought hit me out of nowhere.

“am i trans???”

and thus began the journey of self-discovery that was my first summer after college. i started using the name ashe, started using any pronouns and later switched to just they/them. i also finally got up the courage to tell my parents i wanted to get tested for autism, and came back with that diagnosis to explain almost everything i hadn’t had the words to understand before.

recently, my mental health has gotten worse. i got diagnosed with anxiety at the same time i got my autism diagnosis, but nobody told me i have ocd as well until earlier this year. things took a nosedive for me over this past school year—i stopped taking risks, barely left my college campus, barely allowed myself to put effort into social connections out of fear that i’d be forcing people to put up with me. but through therapy and medication, i’ve been working through those feelings, and the fears my brain internalized as a result of the way i grew up: feeling like something was wrong with me, but not knowing what. today, i feel pretty good! i’ve been having more and more good days, so i’m overall optimistic about what my future holds.

to bring this back on topic, fire emblem: three houses has gotten me through countless tough times, and has been immensely helpful in figuring out who i am. so in honor of the anniversary, i’d like to give a special thank you to the characters who have been the most important to me over the past five years.

ashe: i’ll start with the obvious. ashe is the character i stole my name from, so of course he will always hold a special place in my heart. in addition to that though, ashe’s earnest personality and commitment to doing the right thing is immensely inspiring to me. he proves that it’s possible to make mistakes and grow from them, that your life isn’t over after one misstep. ashe has taught me to never give up on doing the right thing, and being the best version of myself i can be.

felix: this list would not be complete without the scrunkly of all time! obviously i find felix to be a very compelling character and fun to write, but his significance to me goes beyond being a writing muse. i’ve often thought that i wish i’d had a friend like felix when i was younger, and even now—someone who would drag me into situations i found stressful and encourage me (in his own rude way) to have confidence in myself. someone who would have stood up for me against the people who treated me like i was lesser. felix inspires me to fight for what i want, his shield symbolizing the ability to make your own choices for what and who you defend. he reminds me that there’s no glory in being a martyr, and so i shouldn’t make my well being a second priority. i love you felix and i’m sorry i put you through the horrors regularly (but not sorry enough to stop).

marianne: it’s probably concerning to say i see a lot of myself in marianne. her journey is incredibly inspiring to me, especially now as i see that the past five years have taken me along a similar path to hers. marianne starts out thinking she’s too different from everyone else to deserve a life like theirs, and condemns herself to crushing loneliness all to avoid the possibility of her hurting the people she loves. and yet she learns to live for herself, realizes that her mere existence doesn’t cause any harm, and learns to embrace her right to enjoy life. i hope to have the same strength she does, so that one day i can reach that point as well.

linhardt: no joke, i realized i was neurodivergent because of linhardt. so many of his lines and support conversations made me go “ha, he’s so autistic/adhd coded!” i made these comments repeatedly, but i also kept noticing all the little ways in which i related to him. linhardt was one of many autistic people who made me go “huh, i do that too! what do you mean that’s not normal???” his character also serves as a reminder that it’s okay to take a break once and a while, and that looking after myself doesn’t mean i don’t care about others.

if there’s one thing left to say, it’s thank you. thank you to ashe, felix, marianne, linhardt, mercedes, sylvain, ignatz, hapi, yuri, hell—my oc rowan, all the characters i’ve connected with and loved so deeply over the past five years. thank you fire emblem three houses, not for being the only reason i am where i am today, but being a major part of it nonetheless. and if anyone’s still reading, thank you for making it this far, and happy timeskip! 🎉

[leaderpinhead]

Ruggie - Coupla Donuts

Notes:

Prompt: Fake Dating

“This is so dumb.” 

Ruggie shushed Yuu under his breath. “Shut up before you give us away.” 

Yuu rolled her eyes. Her fingers squeezed his when he pulled her forward in the line. The couple in front of them giggled while they playfully “argued” with one another. Ruggie stood on his toes and eyed the glass display in front of them. His mouth watered when one of the bakery workers slid open the cabinet to place a fresh batch of donuts on the shelf. The donuts were still warm, the chocolate icing oozing down their sides. 

“You’re literally drooling.” 

Ruggie wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of the hand holding Yuu’s. Yuu shook her head, and her nose slightly wrinkled. “You have no shame.” 

“Absolutely none,” Ruggie agreed, his laughter hissing through his teeth. “This place has the best donuts on the entire island! And they taste even better when they’re free. Shyheeheehee!” 

“To couples,” Yuu added. She swung their connected hands between them and glanced around the bakery. Ruggie didn’t need to follow her bored gaze. His ears twitched every time a high-pitched giggle from the numerous couples crowding the tiny bakery pierced the air. “Who was your significant other last year?” 

“Kalim.” Ruggie snickered at the exaggerated eye roll she gave him. His humor wasn’t enough to keep him from glaring at the back of the heads of the couple in front of them. They were giggling more than picking out donuts. “He was totally into the whole act.” 

“I’m surprised you got him off the campus without Jamil.” 

“Naw, Jamil was with us. We were a throuple and got three times the donuts!” 

“I don’t get why we have to do all this,” Yuu said with a shake of her head. “It’s not like you just buy everything with Leona’s money anyway.” 

Ruggie paused his glaring long enough to pout. “Leona won’t let me come into town with his wallet.” 

“At least his laziness has a limit.” 

The couple in front of them finally made a decision and moved out of the way to the register. Ruggie’s ears perked, and he yanked Yuu forward with him. He let go of her hand to eagerly rub his palms together. “Finally. I thought we’d never make it up here.” 

The young worker behind the cabinet giggled. “You’re always so impatient, Mr. Ruggie! We’ve got plenty of donuts for everyone today. Did you come in for the special couple's discount?” 

“Heck yeah!” Ruggie’s eyes flicked from one tray of donuts to another. Did he want the chocolate drizzle one or the strawberry shaped one? Maybe he’d go wild and get the custard-filled one. Dang it, why did Jamil have to ruin everything this year by making Kalim stay in his dorm and study? He could’ve gotten all three! “I’ve been waiting all week for this!” 

A hand yanking on his wagging tail made him yelp. He glared back at Yuu. She ignored him and flicked her fingers in his direction in a dismissive manner. “Don’t mind him. You know how he is at this point.” 

The worker giggled even harder. “Oh! It’s perfectly fine! So which donuts would you two like? In case you haven’t heard, we’re doing a special flavor today: strawberry cream-filled with a chocolate glaze.” 

“I definitely want that one!” Ruggie crouched to get a better look at the donuts behind the glass. His mouth was watering again. “Let’s see. One of the special flavor and…” 

“That one.” Yuu’s finger lightly tapped the glass right above his ear. “The plain one.” 

Ruggie sputtered. “Plain? It doesn’t even have glaze on it!” 

“Perfect.” Yuu’s finger tapped against the glass again. “I want the plain one.” 

A light growl escaped Ruggie. “They give out free plain donuts every day! This is the one day out of the whole year you can get any donut free. Even the deluxe ones.” 

“Then you get a deluxe one,” Yuu argued back at him. She turned her deadpan stare at the worker, who was barely breathing through her giggles. “I’ll have the plain one, and he’ll have a fancy one. Don’t worry about putting it in a bag. He’ll inhale it before we even get out the door.” 

“Coming…right up!” the worker said between her giggles. 

She made quick work of snatching the chosen donuts off their trays and waved them to the register. She lightly hip bumped the other girl away from the register and rang them up. Ruggie squinted at the digital screen until the discount brought the total down to a beautiful zero. His tail started wagging again when she handed them each one donut wrapped loosely in wax paper. He lifted the donut to his mouth, smelling the yeasty undertones of a perfectly fried donut. 

“You two make a really cute couple.” 

Ruggie clamped down on the donut. Delicious strawberry cream mingled with bitter chocolate on the top of his tongue. He slowly chewed and blinked at the smiling worker. His ears flicked once when he remembered the entire ruse. “Yeah, cute.” 

“He’s a bit of a slob, but I suppose I’ll keep him.” 

Ruggie shot Yuu a side glare. “A slob? I’m the one that does all the cleaning!” 

Yuu reached over and jabbed her knuckles against the corner of his mouth. The corner of his upper lip reflexively curled. Yuu pulled back and showed him the large dollop of pink cream smeared across her fingers. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Slob.” 

“Spoiled.” 

“Moocher.” 

“Goody two-shoes.” 

Another giggle interrupted them. “You two are definitely a perfect match! No offense, Mr. Ruggie, but she’s much better than the two boyfriends you brought with you last year.” 

Ruggie huffed and took another huge bite of his donut. He would argue two boyfriends was better because it gave him an extra donut. He grabbed Yuu’s hand after she wiped the cream off with a nearby napkin. “Thanks. I’ll be back next weekend.” 

The bakery worker’s giggles followed them out the door. Ruggie shook his head once they were walking down the road back to campus. “Us a good couple? Yeah, right. If I ever dated you, it’d be because I got free donuts every weekend. Shyheeheehee.” 

“I’ll admit, I would date you if you agreed to clean Ramshackle every weekend too.” The wax paper around her donut crinkled when she unfolded it. “The way you get around donuts is a little concerning though.” 

“I just know what’s actually important.” Ruggie popped the last big bite of his donut into his mouth. He nearly choked when Yuu lifted her donut to her face. “Oi! What are you doing?” 

Yuu paused and blinked at him. “What? I’m eating my donut.” 

Ruggie shook his head and swallowed. He coughed lightly when the huge lump of donut lodged in his throat. “Your donut?’ 

“Yeah.” Yuu waved the donut at him. “What? Did you think I was going to let you get two free donuts? I have a fee for using me in your little scam.” 

“You don’t even like donuts!” 

“But I can eat it.” As if to make her point, Yuu shoved the donut into her mouth. Ruggie gargled in horror. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. “Thanks for the donut, honey.” 

Ruggie lunged forward. Yuu yelped when his teeth clamped onto what was left of the donut. She reflexively loosened her grip. Ruggie lurched back, the rest of the donut dangling from his mouth, and sprinted away from her. He chewed the bit of donut in his mouth and yelled over his shoulder, “Thanks for the donut, sweetie!” 

Ruggie snickered at the curses the prefect spat back at him. 

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈)

[panel reads from right to left]

» Part 2 [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This was initially parts 1 and 2, but I decided to combine them. [ SYNOPSIS ] Summer is approaching and you desire to attend class like a good student is dwindling. You decide to ditch class and soak up the sun (okay, Sheryl Crow), but end up face-to-face with star pitcher, Zeke Yeager, who has similar plans. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.8k [ CONTENT ] High school AU, cigarettes, poor school attendance, Grisha's a shitty dad, and you have to ride a bike up a steep ass hill.

“Wait, so you’re really going to ditch?” Pieck asked.

She was always unimpressed with your life choices though her judgment did little to stop you. You haphazardly tossed your physics textbook in your locker and slammed it shut.

“It’s Friday. What could I possibly miss?”

Pieck sighed. “I don’t know, a pop quiz?”

“A pop quiz? I don’t think I’ve ever had a pop quiz in my academic career.”

“We’ve definitely had them.”

“Okay, but who actually calls them that? It’s not like we live in a John Hughes movie.”

You both headed down the hall, towards the back of the school. It was the easiest way to escape the campus. All the other openings were patrolled by the one lazy campus cop that spent his time harassing students for no good reason.

“I guess this is where we part then,” Pieck muttered. “I’ll let you know if you miss anything…” 

She wandered off, angry you’d be letting her suffer in physics class all alone.

“Sorry!” You waved, hoping she’d turn around. But she never did.

You pushed through the double doors and relished in the sunlight kissing your skin. It was 90 degrees but a cool breeze tempered the heat. A perfect day in June.

You looked around, not a soul in sight. You crept past a couple beige portables the school built three years ago.

“… I thought portables were supposed to be temporary,” you mumbled under your breath once you cleared the area.

“They just tell us that to placate us.”

You whipped around to see star pitcher and general nuisance, Zeke Yeager, laying down in the grass. He was wearing his cream colored fitted baseball pants; the knees strained with brown dirt. He wore a tight white t-shirt tucked into his pants with a black belt. He sat up, and lit a cigarette. He adjusted his glasses, and looked you up and down.

“Don’t you have class?” He took a long drag and exhaled the smoke in your general direction.

“I could easily ask you the same thing.”

“Feel free.”

“Don’t you have cl—”

“Oh yeah, I had physics but I decided to skip it today. Do I really need to learn about gravity if I already deal with it everyday?”

You gave him a quizzical look. He could not have been this dense. His grey eyes met yours; his gaze was intense.

“I’m kidding.”

You stood around awkwardly. Part of you wanted to peace out and let this talking ashtray go back to laying on the field. But the other part was transfixed by his demeanor.

“I figured. You don’t look that stupid,” you said.

“What class are you ditching?”

You dropped your backpack and sat next to Zeke, making sure to keep some distance from him. He was cute and it made you woefully nervous.

“Anatomy.”

“Lame. I would’ve ditched too.”

Zeke was notorious for his shitty attendance. He was perpetually ten minutes late. And he ditched class whenever he felt like it. No one gave him any shit though because he was on the baseball team. Your high school followed the classic rule: athletes can basically do whatever the fuck they want so long as they don’t fail their courses.

That was something Zeke never needed to worry about. He was intelligent, one of the smartest boys in your class. He had never gotten a single F in his life. You only knew this because people tended to talk about him in the halls. He wasn’t popular by any means, but everyone knew him. He was the best pitcher on the team. He frequently got caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. He got invited to all the parties.

“What class would you not ditch?” You questioned.

He lit another cigarette with the cherry end of his previous one.

“I don’t know. I like lit and film a lot.”

Your jaw dropped.

“I wanted to get into that class so bad!”

He snickered. “What did you get instead?”

“… Multicultural lit. Also known as, let’s read books from Western European countries because that’s so multicultural. I fail to recognize how reading a bunch of books by old white men is multicultural in any sense.”

“Are you implying white men operate under a universal culture?”

“And if I am?”

He took a drag. “You’re a genius.”

Your face grew hot. No one had ever called you a genius before, jokingly or not.

“Th—thanks.”

“Yeah, most of my teammates got into lit and film pretty easy, but you know… Privilege.”

You couldn’t hide your distaste. “It’s bullshit.”

“Oh, no! You’re absolutely right. I assure you I am the only one in there that knows we have a 12 page paper on Rashomon due next week.”

You threw your hands up in the air. “See! I want to write an essay on Kurosawa!”

He laughed. “You can write mine, if you want.”

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Ew, no.”

He playfully elbowed you in the ribs.

“I figured it was worth a shot. You want one?”

He offered you a cigarette. It was one of those weird brown ones, no filter. You’d only smoked once at a party. You had chugged three light beers and decided to bum one off of a rando. A menthol. It didn’t vibe with your lungs to say the least.

But for whatever reason, you said, “Sure.”

He handed you one and you were puzzled. You examined both ends, not sure which one you should light.

“Here,” he said softly.

He plucked the cigarettes from your hands and held it to your lips. His face was so close to yours, you thought you would die right then and there. You parted your lips and accepted the cigarette. He held a lighter to the end.

“Inhale,” he commanded.

You did and immediately coughed.

“Shit, my throat,” you choked out.

He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, smiling like a proud father.

“Feels good, right?”

“Hardly.” You took another drag and coughed.

“Are you trying to look cool for me, kiddo?”

“No,” you gasped.

He squeezed your shoulder and then proceeded to take the cigarette from you.

“You’re too pretty to smoke anyway.”

“And you aren’t?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?” you parroted back.

He blushed. “It didn’t imply it so much as directly admit it,” he laughed.

“What the fuck is going on here? Yeager, don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

It was the campus cop.  You panicked. You weren't a little miss perfect type, but you would be grounded for a month if you got caught cutting class. The cop was far off enough that you could maybe make a break for it. You stared at the gate in the distance. You were fast. And Zeke was an athlete so running should be easy for him. The cop began to lumber towards you both.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, sneakily putting your backpack on.

“What?”

The cop was cresting the hill. You were running out of time.

“Let’s,” you stood up, “go!”

You grabbed Zeke by the wrist and dragged him upright.

“Where?”

You pointed at the gate.

“C’mon, baseball boy, I’m not trying to go to baby jail.”

You both ran towards the gate. You prayed for freedom. You looked back at the cop and finally reached your original location. He stood confused and shouted, “Yeager! Where you going, dude?!”

“Dude?” you panted. You don’t know what possessed you to speak while running for your life.

“Yeah, he tries to act like we’re cool. It’s odd.”

You stopped once you reached the gate. You slid through the opening and ended up in a residential area. You were both catching your breath when you noticed you were still holding onto him.

“Oh fuck, my bad.”

“Huh?” He looked down at his wrist. “Oh! Ha, you’re fine. I didn’t mind your gorilla grip. I doubt I would’ve ran that fast on my own. I am in sandals.”

He gestured towards his feet, he was in fact wearing Birkenstocks and white gym socks.

“Well, now what?” you pondered.

You examined the row of tract homes, some more derelict than others. Most of the windows were busted in leaving the sidewalk glittered with broken glass. You dragged your foot across the shards, relishing in the noise of it cracking under your weight.

Zeke stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “I’m gonna head home. I wanna nap before practice.”

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

You were hoping you would go on some sort of adventure together. Maybe grab burritos. Talk more about Kurosawa films. Smoke his fancy cigarettes. Maybe even rest your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m not doing anything after. We might be going kind of late tonight, but if you’re free we should meet up.”

“Really?!” You adjusted your tone so you didn’t sound so eager. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on so sure.”

“Cool. Here.” He handed you his phone. “Add your number.”

You added your number to his contacts list.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, handing his phone back to him.

“Not sure, but you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He punctuated the sentence with a wink and walked off.

You sighed and decided to head home. You were a latchkey kid so it’s not like anyone would be waiting for you. Halfway through your journey your phone vibrated multiple times in rapid succession. You checked it and saw messages from an unknown number:

you’re not gonna be one of those gorgeous girls that ghosts me, right? sorry that sounds so pathetic. promise i’m not one of those guys that get butthurt over a girl i’m looking forward to hanging out lol SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death.

Ghosting Zeke did cross your mind, mostly because you wanted to beat him to the punch. You found it hard to believe he wanted anything to do with you. It wasn’t a lack of confidence on your part; you knew you were hot shit. Simply put it all felt absurd, too idyllic. Meet up with him after baseball practice? Ha, sure.

But to your surprise you got a series of texts.

SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death. WAS THAT INAPPROPRIATE TO SAY? i feel like it was. was it weird? 😂 hella weird but it's okay for the record that emoji was ironic sure it was. is 8 too late? ... i take it back. i rhymed. we can’t hang out. sorry ⚰️

You opted to call him. The phone rang for what felt like forever

“He would be the type to not answer his—”

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hi! Uh,” you spat out in a panic.

Words were a foreign concept. You hadn’t thought about what you’d say after he answered the phone. You weren’t much of a planner evidently.

“Is 8 too la—Nope, not doing it again. Does 8 work for you?”

You smiled at him avoiding the rhyme. His voice radiated pride.

“Nope. I’m not some baby.”

“Never said you were one, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? Really?”

“I said what I said.”

Could he be anymore obnoxious? You shook your head. He probably could.

You sighed. “Whatever. What do you wanna do?”

“Can you ride a bike?”

You paused. “… Yes.”

“Do you have one?”

You thought hard. Your mom had a beat up, turquoise fixed gear she kept in the garage but you couldn’t even remember the last time you rode a bike.

“Yeah, I have my mom’s.”

“Cool. I’ll drop a pin. See you soon, beautiful.”

He hung up before you could even comprehend a word he said. You looked down at your outfit. You felt anything other than beautiful. You got off your bed and walked over to your closet. You eyed a floral-print sundress but shook your head. You barely knew him! It had only been a few hours since you last saw him. You never put this much thought into stuff like this, so why start now? You had every reason in the world to be confident.

But alas, you remained self-conscious. Plagued with insecurity and teenage woe.

“Try hard,” you murmured.

Nothing looked particularly appealing. You were embarrassed it crossed your mind to look cute for Zeke.

“Gross. If anything I should look uglier.”

You decided not to change your outfit. There was no reason to overthink it. You were going biking with the guy and it’s not even like it was a date. He just asked you to hang out in a very flirtatious way.

You ran downstairs and crept into the garage to grab your mom’s bike. As you managed to free it from the closet you knocked over the recycling bin.

“Sweetie, is everything okay out there?”

You panicked. She wouldn’t mind you taking her bike, nor would she mind you going out on a Friday night. But you couldn’t bear the thought of telling her you were going to meet up with a boy. You hit the switch and opened the garage door.

“Yup. Yes. 100%.” You grimaced as you exited. “I’ll be home late. I’ll text you if I die or something.”

“Sounds good.”

And off you went.

You biked to the spot Zeke told you to meet him at. The whole thing felt kind of shady the more you thought about it. It didn’t help that he essentially had you scaling a hill. You knew by the time you got to the top you’d be sweaty. The only thing that kept you sane was knowing he’d likely be gross from baseball practice.

“Fuck,” you panted. “This is so not cool. I can’t believe I let this shithead convince me—”

“Hey there!”

You dropped your concentration for a brief moment and glanced up to see Zeke. He waved manically, clearly hamming it up for you. Typical boy nonsense.

“You’re so close! You can do it!”

You finally reached the top of the hill and leaned your mom’s bike down on the ground. You sat down on the curb and tried to catch your breath.

“Hi,” was all you could cough out.

Zeke sat down beside you. He was still in his baseball uniform. He draped an arm around you, giving you a little squeeze.

“Nice bike!”

“Thanks,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. Shockingly he didn’t reek. He smelled like a pleasant combination of peppermint Altoids and additive-free tobacco.

“If I had known you’d be rolling up on a Bianchi I would’ve had us meet on flat land. You could’ve hopped on the back of mine.”

He leaned his head on top of yours. You typically weren’t such a touchy person but something about Zeke leant himself to human contact. It felt natural, like it was always meant to be like that. His blonde hair felt like velvet up against your cheek.

“The view is worth it though, right?” he asked, expectantly. 

There was a hint of worry, maybe even desperation to his tone. You stared out at the suburbs, which soon gave way to the city. The lights seemed endless, rows and rows of yellow and white pinpricking the darkness. Suburbia was never very attractive in any sense of the word, but he was right. The view was nice; it had been worth it.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. How was practice?”

He sighed deeply.

“I’m the only person that showed up on time. No one else had their shit together. My catcher was somehow hungover even though it was a Friday afternoon and he’s barely 18. I got a ball thrown at my ass. My thumb feels weird. And my dad forgot to pick me up… Again.”

“Wow. Uh.” You struggled to find words that would console him.

“Sorry. It was not a good day to say the least.”

“No, no, I’m sorry. It sucks when you’re the only one that gives a shit.”

“No, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“Kiddo?” you said, voice dripping with disdain.

“See! Sorry for calling you kiddo. Look at all the things I have to apologize for.”

You stared at him in disbelief. He gave you a little cat-like smirk. His grey eyes might as well have been sparkling. He knew he was charming. Boys like him were always the most beguiling. They were the ones you needed to keep an eye on, to keep at an arm’s length.

And yet, here you were with him, staring out into a vast expanse of human civilization with barely any space between you two.

“Apologies accepted then. But in all seriousness, I’m sorry your evening was shit. How did you end up getting home?”

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“I walked,” he said, coolly.

“Far?”

He took a long drag and let the smoke drift out of his mouth.

“Few miles.”

“Well, you seem to be o—”

“I had… all my gear. I told him where to meet me. It’s not like he was clueless.”

“I—”

“But of course he tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. His logic was, ‘It wasn’t a game.’ As if the issue was him not witnessing me play.”

You quickly realized he needed someone to merely listen to him. By look on his face you could tell people didn’t tend to lend him an ear when he needed to vent.

Zeke continued. “It’s... One second I convince myself I don’t care. And then the other… I don’t know.”

You desperately wanted to find the words to make him better. You hated to see anyone in such dire straits.

“I’m sorry your dad is such a fuck.”

He guffawed. “Understatement of the year. I wish I could return him.”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Return to sender.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and mimicked a call. “Hey, grandpa, yeah, it’s Zeke. Can you take Grisha back?”

“He’s broken; it doesn’t father properly,” you snickered.

“Listen, I know he’s your son but he’s worthless.”

“Every day he finds new ways to disappoint everyone.”

“We thought ruining his first marriage would’ve taught him to do better but here we are.”

“Please take back this ugly man you call your son.”

He snorted. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s slow down. I do kind of look like him.”

You stared blankly at him. “All the more reason to stand by what I said.”

You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, fuck, kiddo. You’re too much.”

You punched his arm.

“We’re the same age, aren’t we? You have no reason to call me that.”

“It’s ironic. That’s charming, right? You’re into irony.”

You took a good look at him. He was right; you did have an affinity for irony.

“Charming? You? Ha!” you scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I’m a delight. People love me.”

“Psh.”

Again, he was right. He was endearing, easy to talk to. There was a reason everyone at school knew him. The teachers adored him and sang his praises. Girls whispered about him in the locker room. But oddly enough he wasn’t one of the “popular kids”. People talked about Zeke but they never talked to him. They treated him more as an idea, a concept, rather than a person.

“I’m a treat. You will never convince me otherwise.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t bother. It’d be fruitless,” you said.

“So you’re admitting that I’m charming?”

“I guess.”

A smug expression crept upon his face. If you could’ve taken back those two words, you would have.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said in a singsong voice.

Your eyes widened and your face grew warm. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Wow! Look at us! Two charming friends!” you called out nervously.

Idiot. You didn’t want to be friends! You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, call you kiddo even though it annoyed you, kiss you under the fucking stars! You cursed your mouth for betraying you. It crossed your mind to toss out a casual “jk” but you froze.

However the comment didn’t seem to bother Zeke.

“You know I can’t remember the last time someone actually called me their friend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How embarrassing is that.” He adjusted his glasses; clearly a nervous habit.

“I’ve heard more embarrassing things.”

He smiled. “Oh, good.”

“I don’t have many friends either, if it makes you feel better. I mean, other than Pieck I’m a bit of a loner.”

“I know, it never made sense to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ, was he trying to kill you with kindness?

You laughed nervously. “I think people think I’m a bit of bitch or standoffish. I could probably be friendlier.”

“Fuck that.” He lit another cigarette. “Want one?”

You shook your head.

He continued. “Being friendly is overrated. People take advantage of that. Plus you’re hardly bitchy. You just listened to me whine about my daddy issues. You’re a saint if anything.”

Again, he was laying it on thick. Calling you a saint was borderline too much to take.

“You have to stop. I’m gonna die if you keep gassing me up like this.”

He coughed. “Fine. You’re gross. The worst. I never want to see you and your nasty ass again.”

“There we go.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder again. The more you thought about his behavior it became clear he didn’t get much affection, platonic or otherwise. You still had an inkling he had a crush on you. But you decided to focus more on being a friend, someone he could come to. You knew a girlfriend could do those things, but romance seemed trivial. He didn’t need a love interest; he needed a buddy.

You were ripped away from your thoughts as you heard a faint vibration.

“Ugh. It’s my dad.”

Zeke got up and answered his phone.

“What?!” he shouted.

He wandered off. You could hear him arguing in the distance. Part of you wanted to run up and grab his phone and tell his dad off. But that would’ve been absolutely bonkers. You looked out at the view and tried to think about other things.

“Whatever. Bye.”

You heard footsteps behind you and the flicker of a lighter.

“What happened?” you asked; your voice filled with concern.

He stared at you. His grey eyes were lifeless.

“I gotta go.”

“Oh, okay,” you said with a frown. 

“But I had fun. Thanks for hanging out with me. Are you gonna get home okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t live too far from here.”

You both stood in silence, staring at your shoes. Neither of you wanted to go home.

“Can I… escort you home?”

“Sure?”

His eyes lit up and he tossed his lit cigarette into the street. You prayed it didn’t start a fire.

“Cool! Let’s go!”

He picked up his bike and mounted it. You did the same.

“Race down the hill? I know it’s steep, but it’ll be fun,” he said with a goofy, boyish grin.

You usually weren’t reckless as grievous bodily harm was anything but appealing, but you said fuck it.

“Ladies first!” And with that you sped down the hill.

“Cheater!” Zeke shouted as he trailed after you.

Needless to say, you won the race.