#my thoughts and feelings on the two lovely science nerds

[drunkinyourbenz]

୨ৎ roommate!billie headcanons

୨ৎ roommate!billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff, smut.

୨ৎ content: sub top billie if u squint. she's a loser in denial. i love her more than anything no one understands. smut only starts near the end you can easily read the first half without any <3 oral (r receiving), fingering (b receiving)

୨ৎ note: i wanted to write more for my girl <3 roommate billie is everything to me. both billie and r are described to be 20 years old. i fear ur girl is a YAPPER bc how did i write this much for what was meant to be short headcanons. not in the same universe as the roommate billie fic i wrote, but similar vibes i think

୨ৎ wc: 2.5k

picture roommate!billie in uni/college—doing a double degree in music and environmental science/conservation. she’s on the basketball team, one of their star players. 

roommate!billie who you have a pretty dry relationship with for the first week or so, both of you unsure how to break the ice. suddenly, it clicks, and one day the two of you just work. you get used to each others routines, and she leaves breakfast out for you when she has an early morning lecture. it just works. 

over time, you and roommate!billie grow closer. a few weeks in, and she’s calling you anything but your name—pretty, love, baby, doll—anything. it’s like a second language to her, it just comes so naturally. she’s not shy about her hookups, simply sending you a small grin when a pretty cheerleader scampers out of her room, simply shrugging with a wink. 

roommate!billie who adores her degrees, and she’s a bit of a nerd—much to your surprise. the first time you realised that was a few weeks into living with her, when you were eating breakfast together and she just talked, and talked, and talked. she’d learnt something particularly interesting in her conservation class, and she wasn’t even entirely aware of the way she was talking—all starry eyed and stumbling over her words. 

it was honestly the most endearing thing, but roommate!billie definitely didn’t think so when she snapped back to reality. cheeks flushed, she pushed her hair behind her ear and looked away.

“sorry,” she’d muttered, fiddling with her hands.

“no, it’s sweet, i love it.” and you did. you loved her excitement, her passion.

those words only made her blush more, and she’d spent that night with her head buried in her hands, wondering why she’d had to make herself look like such a loser in front of you. 

roommate!billie who loses her train of thought the first time you laugh in her presence—a real laugh. not just a chuckle from her teasing, a real laugh. head thrown back, and from the heart. your shoulders shake and your face lights up, and she doesn’t know what to do with herself. she really, really likes the sound. she feels like an infatuated teenager, not a twenty year old university student—and she has no idea why. she’s dated before, and she’s normally the one dragging these reactions out of girls, not the other way around. 

roommate!billie who doesn’t really know how to handle you saying anything remotely like a compliment. she’s not shy, she doesn’t even know what’s come over her around you. when you let a pet name slip, she’ll be laying in bed thinking about it instead of sleeping. usually, she’s the smooth one who flirts with all the girls, but she seems to be stumbling over her words with you.

roommate!billie is just so infatuated with you, she doesn’t know what to do at this point. she doesn't say anything, but it’s translated in the way you often find dinner left out for you when you get home late, and the way she would always consider you when she runs down to the supermarket to get something in the middle of the week.

roommate!billie who knows your cafe order like the back of her hand. one day when she knew you were stressed about your finals, she visited you in the library, your matcha latte and croissant in hand and a cheesy smile playing on her lips. it was the little things with her. she’d always been big on physical touch, and although there wasn’t much of that in your ‘friendship’, she never missed the chance for your fingers to brush when she passed you something like a cup of coffee.  

roommate!billie who meets your family when they come to visit you for a weekend. you watch her with your younger sister, who’s only seven. she crouches down to talk to her, lets her grab onto her hand and lead her around with her childish giggles, and your sister is obsessed with her, she practically has stars in her eyes. for some reason, you can’t tear your eyes away from the sight, of her being so sweet with your family. 

roommate!billie who comes to terms with her feelings horrendously late. she realises why she’s jealous of your hookups, why she remembers every little thing you tell her, why she cares so much. when did the sight of you in one of her baggy t-shirts making breakfast become so normal, so natural? when did the way you hummed along to music in your headphones become so common that she missed it when you weren’t around? why does she spend nights when you’re away visiting your parents tossing and turning, unable to sleep? because she’s hopelessly in love with you, and she only truly realised after half a year of living with you. 

roommate!billie teammates tease her about you ever since one of them grabbed her phone when she snuck it out to text you in the locker rooms, one of them reciting the text she had typed out and adding their own spin to it before sending it. now, whenever she declines a party or has to leave early, they’re sharing grins and flinging an arm around her shoulder.

“oh, miss billie’s gotta get home to lovergirl?”

“shut up!” she’d hiss, as if you were going to hear their teasing and discover her feelings.

“aww, she’s embarrassed.” 

roommate!billie who melts every time you cook her favourite meal, every time you buy her something that “reminds you of her”, every time you watch her games and wait for her afterwards, even after the crowd is gone. you’re so sweet. she doesn’t know why you’re so sweet to her, but she never wants it to end. 

roommate!billie who doesn’t even notice the way her hookups with the girls on the cheerleading team dwindle, going from multiple a week, to one every two weeks, to none. she doesn’t even realise, she’s too engrossed in you. 

roommate!billie who’s never held back with her feelings, not until you. she was always upfront, always the first to confess—because what was the worst that could happen? but she was terrified of losing you, losing your friendship. she took it painstakingly slow, worried she’d scare you away. 

it’s only when your final exams finish that roommate!billie finally makes her move. after a month of both of you studying like crazy, and the late night talks when one of you was super stressed, it was finished. the two of you went out to a party together, billie shouting you a drink or two as her basketball friends giggled to themselves as they watched. billie had no intention of making any move that evening, but you were too perfect. the way your outfit looked, the way you seemed so free, the way your tongue darted out to absentmindedly lick the side of the glass where the drink spilt. she couldn’t take her eyes off you, trying desperately to ignore the twist in her gut and the way her fingers itch to touch you. 

roommate!billie who isn’t that drunk, but drunk enough to lean into you, her head brushing your shoulder as the two of you sat up at the bar. after a minute, wanting something to distract herself from the feelings swirling in the pit of her stomach, her hand took yours, pulling you to your feet and over to where the crowd was dancing. 

roommate!billie, who, in her drunkenness, allows herself to imagine leaning in to kiss you. she imagines how your lips would feel, how you’d lean into the kiss with your hands finding her hair. shaken back to reality, she tries not to groan at the way your body is pressed against hers, the hand on your hip tightening slightly and making you let out a gasp—breathy, barely noticeable, but there. 

roommate!billie who suddenly isn't imagining kissing you anymore, she actually is. your lips are just as soft as she’d always dreamed, and your perfume is even more intoxicating up close. 

roommate!billie who pulls you flush against her when she feels you kiss back, and your fingers tangle in her hair—just like she’d imagined—and she swears she hears you moan into the kiss. a sweet, mind-altering sound that makes her short circuit. she pulls back, and then it clicks. that wasn’t how she wanted it to go. she didn’t want the first kiss between the two of you to be rushed, in a room full of other drunk people. you’re drunk. she doesn’t want to do this with you—not like this. 

pulling away from you fully, roommate!billie doesn’t expect you to follow her once she leaves the club. grabbing at her arm, you stop her, spinning her around. your eyes lock, and she swallows.

“i–shit, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—you were just so—fuck—”

“billie.”

“you’re– i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have–” 

“billie. stop.”

she hears you this time, eyes darting up, all soft and apologetic, and you almost melt. you faltered, and she continued.

“i’m sorry i kissed you.”

eyebrow raised, you hum. “that’s a shame, was hoping you'd do it again.”

“i—what?”

roommate!billie who truly had no idea of your feelings. she’d told herself time and time again that you were just being friendly, that you were like this with everyone. but you weren’t, and that’s obvious enough when you pull her in for a second kiss. a second kiss that’s just as much, if not more magical than the first. 

hands dipping slightly under your shirt, roommate!billie pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. a moment later, you pull apart—only slightly. “bils, it’s cold.” you murmur, an almost pathetic whine leaving billie’s lips at the loss of contact. “lets go home.”

at that idea, roommate!billie brightens up a bit. she can handle a car ride without her lips on yours if it means the two of you can be alone—and warm, too. admittedly, it is cold outside in the chill of the night air.

“yeah,” she whispered, “yeah, let’s get you home.”

the moment you’re back in your shared apartment, roommate!billie pulls your shirt over your head and unclasps your bra like a second nature. the two of you are stumbling into a room—you’re pretty sure it’s hers—with soft giggles and breathy whines filling the air. you fall back onto the slightly messy blankets on billie’s bed, and billie freezes. looking down at you on her bed, your chest heaving slightly, lipstick smudged, eyes fixed on her like she’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen, and she whimpers.

“fuck, you’re so pretty…”

your lips curl up, and you shift backwards slightly on her bed, laying on your back with your elbows propping you up as you look up at her. “oh, you’re the pretty one.” 

roommate!billie can’t take it anymore, and she reaches for the waistband of your pants, looking at you from between your legs with her pleading blue eyes. “can i…?”“go ahead,” you murmur, and billie does exactly that. unbuttoning your jeans, situating herself between your thighs as she stares at your panties.

“a matching set,” she finally murmurs, eyes flickering up to the bra hanging off your shoulders in the same colour. “you plan this?”

“i can’t lie, i had my hopes.”

at that, roommate!billie has pulled your panties down around your ankles, and she revels in the way your hips jolt up to be closer when she finally slides her tongue between your folds. she glances up at you, that cheeky, cocky grin that you know so well plastered on her lips as her eyes watch your face.

clicking your tongue softly, you lean forward, one hand gently on her shoulder as you push her back down. you don’t speak, but she knows what you’re telling her to do—and it’s then that she realises that she kind of adores when you get bossy. it made her melt, and if she were standing, her knees would have probably buckled beneath her. instead, she simply returned to her rightful place between your legs, hands holding your thighs open as she ate you out, occasionally pausing to leave a gentle kiss or a bite on your inner thighs. she notices every little thing, the way your breath catches, the way your head falls back ever so slightly. every reaction, no matter how miniscule, she sees.

roommate!billie who takes her time with you. she’s been waiting for longer than she can possibly say, and she isn’t rushing this. she wants it to be perfect, this isn’t just a usual hookup to her. this is everything she’s wanted, and she can’t help the eye-rolling thought of you the next morning, limbs tangled up with hers, the marks she’s left littered over your skin as a reminder of her. she can’t help but picture you in another one of her hoodies, your soft giggles as the two of you make breakfast together. 

oh, this is so much more than just a hookup to roommate!billie

roommate!billie who’s somehow moaning just as much as you are as she helps you ride through your orgasm, the sight of your head thrown back and your thighs on either side of her face too much for her. if it were a cartoon, she’d have big red hearts shooting out of her eyes, she’s absolutely whipped. she could gladly spend hours between your legs, eating you out until she fell asleep with her head on your chest.

roommate!billie who watches you as you come down from your high, watching your chest rise and fall and your mouth open in a silent gasp. she watches you with nothing but adoration in her eyes, softer than she’s ever looked at anyone before in her life. 

roommate!billie who can’t help but let out a yelp when you flip her over, straddling her waist and pressing your lips to hers. she kisses back, but her mind is still catching up, filled with a sense of awe at the sight of you on top of her. you moan slightly as you taste yourself on her tongue, and your hands rub soft circles onto her hips as you deepen the kiss.

you pull back, taking in the way her mouth is gaped open and her eyes wide, and you can’t stop the grin that appears on your lips.

“what, think i can’t give as good as i get?” 

within seconds, you’ve pulled her jeans off, and roommate!billie is hopelessly moaning as your fingers push past her underwear and curl inside her. leaning down, you press soft kisses against her inner thighs, moving your fingers precisely inside of her as your tongue darts out to lick at her clit. she cums embarrassingly fast, already so worked up from getting you off, and she lets out the sweetest moan as she watches you bring your drenched fingers to your mouth, tasting her.

you watch the totally awestruck look on her face, leaning in to kiss her lips again before pulling back ever so slightly to whisper against her lips, “you’re so pretty.” 

roommate!billie who, after the two of you clean up in the bathroom, tugs you back to her room. passing you one of her oversized t-shirts, she watches as you pull it over your head and her heart skips a beat at how soft you look wearing her clothes. laying in her bed, she pats the spot beside her, and the second you’re close enough she’s pulled you in, snuggled up to you, head buried in your chest. 

roommate!billie who can’t quite believe her luck when the two of you have a conversation the next morning, all sleepy and domestic, and you agree to her suggestion of a date. two weeks later, you’re her girlfriend. her teammates are sick to death of her being so lovesick, the way she’ll bring you up whenever she possibly can, “oh, my girlfriend-” “me and my girlfriend-” but they’re not really as exasperated as they pretend to be. they’d rather have her being utterly obsessed with you than dealing with her months of desperate pining. she brags about you to anyone who will listen, kisses you in front of everyone after all of her games. 

roommate!billie who is totally, madly in love with you.

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[hollygl125]

On all that season 01 love:

One of the things I find very funny is when people talk about Sara and Grissom’s relationship dynamic as if it suddenly came out of nowhere—whether that response is coming in the second season or the fourth or at the end of the sixth or whenever.

Just look at the way these two nerds look at each other! ⬆️

I mean, these two lovely science nerds were making eyes at each other from the moment he turned around—i.e., when she first showed up, in the second episode.

The adoration! ⬆️

THE ADORATION! ⬆️

“Could you come tape me up?” followed by eye sex in the truck was the third episode, my loves—as was “I keep trying to be your star pupil” and him first caressing her face.

The face caress! ⬆️

The workplace flirtation! (He loves his “work”!) ⬆️

Just try to tell me these two don’t want each other! ⬆️

Mile-high club “cite your source” airplane bathroom flirting was the ninth episode; her looking at him like he was the sun and the moon and the stars was the ninth episode.

The crime scene flirtation! ⬆️

The pure, unadulterated adoration! ⬆️

Y’all, “You want to sleep with me?” and the two of them sitting together outside, bundled up in blankets, watching a pig decompose, was the tenth episode.

Yes! Yes, he does! ⬆️

(I was really tempted on the weekend to make a new GIF-set that covered all their flirtiest, most 😍😍😍 season 1 moments, but honestly there are so many that that’s going to have to be a longer-term project.)

Anyway, it’s totally fine if someone missed it! That happens sometimes! But let’s not pretend that that’s the same thing as it not having been there, because it most definitely was.

The adoration—it’s 100% mutual, my friends! ⬆️

[hollygl125-tww]

so do those two people from CSI get together or are they just like that?

This is such a totally delightful ask! (I mean, who doesn’t want an excuse to talk about their OTP! But also this is undoubtedly way more than you wanted to know, because who doesn’t want an excuse to talk about their OTP!) Thank you so much, @andmethefivefooter! 💛

Although it probably goes without saying, this answer is spoiler-laden.

Very short answer:

They were just like that for a really, really, really long time. Then eventually they got married. Then they got divorced. Then they got married again.

Slightly longer answer:

These two rival Josh and Donna in the length of their slow burn. It was quite a roller coaster ride. 🎢

She showed up in the second episode of the series as a nebulously-defined “friend” of his from San Francisco. (They’d met about two and a half years earlier at a forensics conference. I say they slept together at the conference, but that’s headcanon.) They were eye-fucking by the third episode. She tried to get him to go to dinner with her in season 3; he shot her down. But season 4 confirmed what we all knew: that he was just as into her as she was into him.

We found out at the end of season 6 that they’d gotten together at some point (later revealed to be about a year earlier). Season 8 confirmed he’d loved her the whole time (just as she had him). They got engaged. A few episodes later, she left the show, and we finally saw them kiss onscreen for the first (the first!), ever-so-heartbreaking time. Then he left the show in season 9, and they reunited in the Costa Rican rainforest (and kissed for a second—much happier—time!).

She came back to the show starting in season 10, and we found out they’d married offscreen. He never came back, though, so the incredibly unimaginative writers (very poorly) split them up during season 13. They ultimately reunited in the TV movie series finale that followed season 15 and literally went off into the sunset together on his (soon to be their) boat.

They returned together for the first season of CSI: Vegas, and it was confirmed that they’d remarried. They were flirty and loving and kind and supportive and beautiful and perfect and basically a shipper’s dream. And, at the end of the season, they finally kissed for the third (yes, third!) time (on a roller coaster, no less).

(This is my best GIF-set for an overview of the first fifteen years of their onscreen relationship. This one shows every time—yes, all three!—that they kissed.)

So, in sum, that’s something like the equivalent of eight full seasons of TV they spent onscreen together, and there were all of three kisses, two marriages, and one roller coaster ride. But, anyway, they’re amazing, and I love them. 💕💕💕

[alpacacare-archive]

inside you there are two wolfs

[meleeyz]

┈﹒ ꒰ 𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘 ꒱

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader ┊ viktor 𝒙 fem!reader (platonic)

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ I don't know, I just thought it would be a fun dynamic, enjoy!

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𓆤 Ekko crashing into you on his hoverboard was how it all began. It happened during one of your hurried trips back to Zaun after a grueling week in Piltover’s laboratories. You were distracted, engrossed in your mental checklist of materials Viktor had asked you to bring. You didn't even notice the faint whir of Ekko’s hoverboard until it was too late.

“Hey, watch—” Ekko started, his voice sharp with alarm before cutting off mid-sentence as the two of you collided.

You landed flat on your back with a groan, Viktor's precious schematics flying out of your bag. Ekko was quick to get up and extend a hand to help you up.

“Oh crap, I didn’t mean to—uh, are you okay?” Ekko asked with a sheepish grin.

“You should really watch where you’re going!” you snapped, brushing yourself off. Then your eyes locked. It was hard to stay mad at someone who looks like they actually cared.

From then on, every return trip to Zaun seemed incomplete without bumping into him, either by accident or by his deliberate attempts to "run into" you.

𓆤 Ekko had mixed feelings about your constant back-and-forth trips. He understood why you had to be in Piltover so much—your apprenticeship under Viktor was important—but that didn’t mean he liked it.

“You know, it’s kinda unfair,” he said one evening, as the two of you sat on the rooftop of a crumbling Zaun building. The view of the Undercity's twinkling lights stretched around you, and the new prototype of his hoverboard leaned against the nearby wall. “Piltover gets you all day, and Zaun just gets you at night.”

𓆤 Ekko loved your sharp mind. In fact, he found your involvement with Hextech fascinating, even if he teased you endlessly about being a “Piltover nerd.”

“Look at you, little Miss Zaunite Hextech Genius,” he’d say with a smirk as he watched you tinker with a device. “All fancy with your gears and crystals. Can you make something that doesn’t explode?”

You rolled your eyes.

“This is for science. Not for impressing you.”

“Oh, but you already impress me.” He’d wink, leaning over your shoulder to inspect your work. His genuine curiosity often led to him offering ideas that somehow worked, despite his lack of formal training. You suspected his innate knack for mechanics rivaled even Viktor’s.

𓆤 Ekko would often stop by you house in Undercity unannounced, bringing little gifts—scrap metal he thought you could use or metal flowers that he made with his own hands for you

𓆤 You, in turn, would surprise him with modifications for his hoverboard or gadgets to help the Firelights. His reaction to your gifts was always the same: pure delight.

𓆤 Leaving aside the jokes, he loved watching you work, claiming it was “like seeing genius in action.” You’d laugh and tell him to stop distracting you, but his presence always made the hours fly by.

𓆤 The two of you shared countless late-night conversations on rooftops, swapping dreams and fears.

𓆤 It started subtly. Ekko’s laugh lingered in your mind longer than it should have. His voice, the way he said your name, echoed in your thoughts while you worked. You found yourself doodling in the margins of your notes, spiraling into daydreams that left you blushing.

𓆤 Viktor initially didn’t think much of Ekko—at least not directly. He only knew of him through your constant chatter.

“Ekko said this really clever thing about—” “Ekko helped me figure out how to—” “Ekko...”

Eventually, Viktor sighed and set down his pen.

“I can’t believe you’re getting so worked up about some guy,” he said, exasperation lacing his words.

“This one is different!” you protested, fidgeting with a loose thread on your sleeve. “He’s honest, he’s sweet—”

“Please…”

“He would never do anything to hurt me!”

Viktor raised an eyebrow.

“He’s a guy.”

“He’s also... brilliant. And kind... and handsome... and—”

“Oh shit, here we go again…” He exhaled, completely tired.

𓆤 The meeting happened in Piltover, under less-than-ideal circumstances. You’d convinced the Academy to grant you temporary access to the lab for a personal project, ostensibly Hextech-related. In truth, you were helping Ekko repair an broken stabilizer for the Firelights

You thought you were being sneaky. You were wrong.

Viktor appeared in the doorway, cane tapping against the marble floor. His eyes immediately landed on the device in Ekko’s hands and then flicked to you.

“And what,” he asked dryly, “is going on here?”

Ekko froze, looking like a child caught stealing candy. You scrambled to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked mess.

To your surprise, Viktor didn’t explode. Instead, he regarded Ekko with quiet intensity. After a long pause, he nodded.

“You have talent,” he said to Ekko. “Perhaps more than you deserve.”

Ekko grinned, clearly amused. “Thanks? I think?”

From then on, Viktor tolerated Ekko’s presence, though he would often sigh dramatically whenever you brought him up in conversation.

𓆤 The news of Viktor’s declining health hit you like a blow. For all his brilliance, your mentor was mortal, and the idea of losing him felt unbearable. You confided in Ekko, who held you as you cried, his quiet strength grounding you.

“He’s proud of you, you know,” Ekko said softly, stroking your back. “He might not say it, but he is.”

Those words stayed with you, offering comfort during the hardest days.

𓆤 As Viktor’s condition worsened, he grew more reflective. One day, he called you into his office. You found him gazing out the window, his frail frame silhouetted against the light.

“You’ve been a good apprentice,” he said without turning around. “Better than I deserved.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, your throat tight.

He turned to face you, his expression soft despite the lines of pain etched into his face.

“I’m sorry I won’t be there for your wedding day.”

Your eyes widened.

“What—?”

“I’m not blind,” he said with a faint smile. “Or deaf. That boy... he makes you happy.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

“He does.”

“Then go to him,” Viktor said gently. “And live. Live, my dear. Work, yes, but also live. With him.”

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

Have you done headcanons about how the pines brothers(Stan and Ford) eat pussy before? :0

꒰ Stan & Ford making a meal outta you hcs ꒱

a/n: i regret nothing. i literally spent like 5 days writing this lmao + listen, if we have Stan & Ford bj headcanons, it's only fair we get Stan & Ford eating pussy hcs too, right?? anyways this is absolutely porn. i fought cringe and i won!! now i’m free to be as cringe as i want!!!

warning: nsfw!!

STANFORD

ᝰ.ᐟ he was SO awkward the first time. fidgety. fumbling. “am i doing it right? oh dear, i— tell me, please.” while your legs were literally shaking because he accidentally hit the right spot with his nerd mouth

ᝰ.ᐟ you have to guide him. gentle hand on his hair. soft praise. “right there, baby, just like that, don’t stop. yes, god, that’s perfect!” and he WHINES into your cunt like he’s found a portal to the fifth dimension idkk

ᝰ.ᐟ so eventually Ford learns and memorizes what each of your gasps mean. over time he builds a mental database of what little sighs = need more pressure, what whimpers = overstimulation, what shudders = keep going, keep going, don’t stop

ᝰ.ᐟ he is addicted. i mean Ford becomes obsessed with the idea of making you shake on his mouth

ᝰ.ᐟ i always hc that Ford is very sensual lover so he intertwines his fingers with yours during sex in general. and eating his sweetheart out is no exception. even when he's too busy to undress you properly or when he’s kneeling and can barely reach, Ford grasps your hand in his, squeezes it and holds you. he loves when you squeeze his hand when you cum

ᝰ.ᐟ he gets so overwhelmed by your taste, rutting his hips into the air like he’s suffering because he loves it too much

ᝰ.ᐟ also loves overstimulating you. like, gets you off once and then doesn't stop. pins your hips down with one arm and keeps eating you until you’re clawing at his hair, sobbing, begging for mercy

ᝰ.ᐟ kisses your clit after he's done with you<3 soft, delicate kisses like thank you thank you thank you, bc he’s grateful you let him worship you!!

ᝰ.ᐟ dont get me wrong, he’ll kiss your mouth after too. sloppy and gentle, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. he blushes about it afterward but loves it

ᝰ.ᐟ ABSOLUTELY eats you during research breaks. like he's been holed up in the basement for twelve hours, comes upstairs glassy-eyed and exhausted, yanks you onto a table and gorges himself on your pussy like it’s his only nourishment

ᝰ.ᐟ im sure he would love to eat you standing up, that's like. . . the first thought that comes to my mind. wants you standing, gripping onto a bookshelf, table or wall, and he's just kneeling below you, big hands on your hips keeping you still, burying his face in you shamelessly. bonus point if you interrupt him like that during one of his science projects. if you'll just show up at the door, wearing only his sweater and nothing underneath. he'll get the hint immediately

ᝰ.ᐟ Ford was so shy about his extra fingers at first. hesitating when you begged him to use them. “they’re— im sorry, they’re different, i might hurt you.” but you insisted. and he trusted you enough to try, so once he saw you crying and grabbing the sheets because he could reach places inside you that no one else ever could?? he became a menace. you actually gave him more confidence about his extra fingers

ᝰ.ᐟ so now he absolutely loves to scissor you open so perfectly you feel like you're breaking apart. he thrusts them deep slowly, curling them up until your stomach tightens and you cry his name

ᝰ.ᐟ PLUS loves dragging one extra finger across your clit while still eating you just to see you spasm harder

ᝰ.ᐟ he accidentally made you squirt once and then spent two hours taking notes on how he did it, yeah, Ford tell us ur secret

ᝰ.ᐟ prefers to do two things at once. licking you and fingering you deep and perfectly at the same time, curling his fingers up against your soft walls while he sucks the clit into his mouth hard. he learned this move studying you obsessively.

ᝰ.ᐟ hehehe loves when you trap his head there. he wants to get smothered.

ᝰ.ᐟ whines softly against your pussy when he’s close to cumming untouched from how sweet you taste!!! nerd.

ᝰ.ᐟ he gets dizzy when you call him good boy while he’s down there. at first he blushes and fumbles, but the first time you whimper “good boy, Ford, just like that, baby” he shudders so violently and groans in response

ᝰ.ᐟ since he's very sensual and tender lover, he also kisses down your whole body before getting there. slow and torturous. he starts with your neck, then your chest, pausing to mouth at your nipples, worshipping, then goes to your stomach, then kisses the inside of your hips before he even thinks about touching your clit. Ford talks between kisses, too. like murmuring little praises against your skin. “so beautiful. so soft”

ᝰ.ᐟ when he accidentally makes you squirt, Ford gets so obsessed with it he feels like a total pervert. the first time he’s using his fingers inside you and licking at the same time like a man possessed, and suddenly you’re gasping and flooding his mouth, and poor Ford just stares up at you stunned with his whole face dripping like “fascinating! i- was that?? made you-?” he looks SO proud. im sure he wants to print out a certificate and hang it on the wall

ᝰ.ᐟ he's lowkey addicted to the way your thighs tremble. you’ll feel his big hands gripping you harder whenever you start squirming, because he loves making you feel so weak you can't even stay upright

ᝰ.ᐟ sometimes he pulls your legs over his shoulders and just ruts his hips into the bed while eating you. he’s moaning into your cunt, getting himself off from the sheer act of tasting you. and. . . you don't even realize it at first, until you feel the mattress shaking under you and realize this man is grinding wildly into nothing like a desperate dog

ᝰ.ᐟ he uses his fucking smart tongue so good. . . mapping you out and teasing every inch. focusing carefully on your clit for long, overwhelming stretches until you’re shaking and he’s just murmuring, “you can take more, darling, just a little more for me, yes?”

ᝰ.ᐟ Ford loves to observe so he sometimes tugs your knees open wider without saying a word. especially when you’re shy. he loves gently but firmly spreading you, baring you completely, staring for some agonising seconds with those hungry eyes before ducking back in with a desperate groan

ᝰ.ᐟ Ford gets breathless when he eats you out. poor boy working so hard to please you that he’s short of air and it makes his mouth sloppier, wetter, hotter.

ᝰ.ᐟ he gets so into it he forgets time exists. you have to physically pull him off sometimes. lips puffy, eyes glazed, hair a mess. and he looks up, raising his eyebrows “did i do something wrong?”

ᝰ.ᐟ he leaves marks WITHOUT realising. for example, suction bruises on your inner thighs

ᝰ.ᐟ will write about it later in his personal journal. entry titled ‘reactions observed from beloved subject during intimate oral exploration’

ᝰ.ᐟ he loves when you guide his head, push it deeper. tell him he’s good. tell him he’s yours. call him your genius, your good boy. he eats it up, literally and figuratively

ᝰ.ᐟ he's pretty strong, so once he gets into his pussy drunk state, he pulls your thighs wide apart and pushes them to your chest. gets his shoulders under them so you can’t move. so he can eat you with his whole face

ᝰ.ᐟ Ford wants you above him. sitting on his face. so he can grip your thighs and keep you there. grind on his mouth and smother him. he’ll edge himself while he does it. sometimes doesn’t even let himself cum because you always just cum first

ᝰ.ᐟ he wants to make you cry from pleasure. not just cum. cry. shuddering, sobbing, overstimmed, shaking all over, with your legs twitching and your fingers buried in his silver hair. that’s his goal. every time.

ᝰ.ᐟ and when he’s done, he pants against your cunt and asks “did i do well? will you let me again? please?”

STANLEY

ᝰ.ᐟ ohh that man dives in like a fucking dog who found a steak in the trash

ᝰ.ᐟ Stan believes eating pussy is a man's duty and pride. he thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world. he doesn't even expect anything back half the time, he just wants to see you all needy and desperate for him

ᝰ.ᐟ in fact, is obsessed with it. he will eat you out on the COUCH. in the BACKSEAT. in the SHOWER. standing in the KITCHEN because “lemme get my mouth on that sweet thing, c’mon. been thinking about you all damn day.”

ᝰ.ᐟ he doesn’t care about being sloppy. i mean, he WANTS to be messy. soak his face, give him that mess. he’ll rub his nose against your clit and grin when you moan. he likes to talk with his mouth full

ᝰ.ᐟ he’s so good at it. like scary good. like make-you-cry good. because. . . Stan actually gives a shit. he listens, watches your face, keeps his tongue right where you twitch and he’ll tease you like “right there, huh? that’s the spot? i could do this all night, baby”

ᝰ.ᐟ “some folks just go for the clit. amateurs.” he knows how to tease, so when he's in the right mood, he starts slow. lips kissing up your thighs. tongue barely grazing you. he won’t even touch your pussy at first. he’ll hover there, warm breath on your folds, smirking. “you want it, huh? say it. beg me.”

ᝰ.ᐟ gets so fucking cocky when you squirm. you try to close your legs and he just pins them wide with his elbows and keeps licking, “nuh-uh, baby. don’t run from it now. lemme take care of you.”

ᝰ.ᐟ such a fucking tease tbh. he wants you spread out and begging. makes soft licks, hot breath, little kisses so close but not quite until you're whimpering “please Stan, please touch me.” then he grins so wide and dives in

ᝰ.ᐟ he talks while eating. "fuck baby, you’re so sweet—mmph— keep makin’ them sounds, huh? you like ridin’ my tongue, don’t ya? greedy little thing.” god, Stan never shuts up. just keeps mouthing at your clit between sentences

ᝰ.ᐟ “that’s it, baby. drip all over my fuckin' face. yeah, you miss me, huh? missed this mouth, didn’t ya?”

ᝰ.ᐟ slaps your thighs mid-act. that usually means “stay still, sweetheart, lemme do my job.” in his language

ᝰ.ᐟ he’ll pull you down onto his mouth, slap your cheeks, moan into your folds like he’s drowning and he loves it!!

ᝰ.ᐟ Stan grinds into the mattress sometimes while he’s doing it. gets so turned on that he humps the sheets like a teenage boy

ᝰ.ᐟ kisses your thighs after. “damn, you’re delicious. gimme five minutes, ill do it again.” he means it, you know it

ᝰ.ᐟ uh. . . imagine him dragging your panties down with his teeth, grinning at you the whole time

ᝰ.ᐟ and then shoving your thighs apart roughly before he eats you. loves to pick you up, set you down on the bed, and manhandle your legs open without giving you time to be shy. “lemme see that pretty little thing, doll, c’mon.”

ᝰ.ᐟ absolutely shoves your panties in his pocket after eating you out <3

ᝰ.ᐟ buries his face so deep you think you might suffocate him, but. . . he literally doesn’t care if he can’t breathe. he will drown in you happily!!

ᝰ.ᐟ loves eating you while you’re still wearing half your clothes. theres just smth hot about it, like he couldn’t wait long enough to get you fully naked. shirt bunched up, panties shoved to the side, pants around one ankle, etc

ᝰ.ᐟ oh boy, he sucks on your sensitive clit in little pulsing motions and that makes your toes curl and your hips buck. and he LAUGHS when you try to wiggle away, like “nah-uh, baby, stay right there”

ᝰ.ᐟ gets so drunk on your taste. . . genuinely slurring afterwards, dazed and happy, wiping his chin with the back of his hand “fuuuck baby, you taste better than anythin’ in this world”

ᝰ.ᐟ licks you slow and teasing when you’re being bratty. like if you mouth off at him he’ll go extra slow, keeping you on edge for hours just to punish you, refusing to let you cum until you’re sobbing and begging

ᝰ.ᐟ will literally fuck you with his mouth, Stanley makes a fucking mess every time and your whole lower half is drenched

ᝰ.ᐟ he grunts into your pussy when you pull his hair. gosh just imagine hearing that “mmfhh, goddamn, yeahh” sound. id cry

ᝰ.ᐟ sometimes cums untouched while eating you. especially if you praise him because man's got a heavy praise kink “good boy, such a good boy for me, Stan, just like that” he whimpers against you and next thing you know he’s cumming in his pants

ᝰ.ᐟ if he’s eating you bent over, he’s slapping your ass every other second. “c’mon, baby, stay still— slap— fuck, you taste so good—slap—don’t run from me now, sweetheart” while laughing under his breath when you squeal

ᝰ.ᐟ eats you even when he’s drunk. like, you’re trying to get him to come to bed and he’s got his face between your thighs, half-dozing off, still licking you lazily while mumbling against you, “mm. . . just a little taste, baby, lemme finish my dessert first”

ᝰ.ᐟ absolutely loves to do it during a movie night. just casually slides down his armchair, spreads your legs over his shoulders, eats you under the blanket while the TV flickers <33 romantic isnt it? Stan craves physical closeness so he wants your thighs around his ears, your heels digging into his back, your fingers twisted in his hair

ᝰ.ᐟ hear me out okay?. . . uh, mullet!Stan + tongue-piercing?? he definitely thinks about getting a tongue piercing at some point just to “drive you crazy, doll”

ᝰ.ᐟ anyways, honestly if you’re loud he will double down on how hard he sucks and licks just to keep it going

ᝰ.ᐟ and if you're into it: slaps your clit before starting. just a little teasing smack<3

ᝰ.ᐟ sometimes i look at this man and think. . . he loves to eat it from the back. Stan likes to pull your hips up, spread you wide, growl into your folds. he makes your thighs shake and your knees buckle as you’re gasping and trying not to collapse under him

ᝰ.ᐟ in most cases, he jerks himself off while he eats you out

ᝰ.ᐟ im sure he's a face sitting guy. i mean they both are, but Stan's not that shy to ask you to do it. literally begs you to ride his face. grabs your hips and drags you down onto him, smirking up at you, “c’mon, baby, sit on me, lemme taste you proper.” and dont even try to whine about your weight or that you're shy or whatever. Stan doesn't really care and he's pretty strong enough to hold you.

ᝰ.ᐟ it's not just “he lets you ride his face” NAH, STAN ENCOURAGES IT. and bounces his hips up while you grind down onto his mouth, groaning into you because you’re the best meal he’s ever had!!!

ᝰ.ᐟ and he keeps slapping your ass every time you try to pull away. because, “nope, you’re staying right here, princess”

ᝰ.ᐟ tell you what, he’ll literally order you to “fuck his face”. “c'mon sweetheart, ride it. don't be shy now.” while grinding you down onto his tongue until you can’t even think straight

ᝰ.ᐟ he’s tongue-fucking you stupid

ᝰ.ᐟ and i think he loves cleaning you up with his tongue after you squirt, if you did

ᝰ.ᐟ sucks your clit like he’s trying to drink you dry 😭 idkk, i don't make the rules. he's got no mercy and he's ruthless. he’ll tongue you hard and messy, then back off and spit right onto your clit to make it even wetter, then suck again

ᝰ.ᐟ prefers to stay between your legs after you cum. Stan doesn’t pull away immediately. he licks you through the aftershocks, chuckling when you twitch and whimper from overstimulation

ᝰ.ᐟ uhh. . . sometimes he eats you out just because he’s horny. i mean, not even to get sex out of it. just because he needs to taste you or hear you moan. he just wants to make you feel good

ᝰ.ᐟ listen listen!! Stan 100% leaves handprints on your ass. after eating you out bent over the desk, the mirror, the back of his car. whatever. you look later and there’s full red handprints where he gripped you to spread you open

ᝰ.ᐟ of course, he fingers you while eating but he's more rough (or better word, desperate and passionate) about it. shoving thick fingers deep, twisting them while he tongues your clit, making you arch and wail for him

ᝰ.ᐟ Stan will bite the inside of your thighs during it, that's what im 100% sure of. like soft little sharp nips to leave marks. then grins proudly at them later like “my pretty thing all marked up for me.”

ᝰ.ᐟ he’ll put one arm across your belly to hold you down. needs to feel you squirm under him. he loves when you say “Stan, too much—please” and he just goes “nah, baby, not done yet.”

ᝰ.ᐟ afterwards, he lights a cigarette, and says “you’re gonna marry me, right?”

[v6quewrlds]

❝ sky full of stars, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe's a big space nerd. you're a big space nerd. it's a match made in space nerd heaven.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: literally laid awake last night thinking about this. decided to write it during my lecture. short and sweet but i love writing joe in love. suppressing the urge to cite my sources on this lol. ty to wikipedia's black holes article <3 also don't worry y'all will still get a game day fic on sunday 🙂‍↕️

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: science talk, general cheesiness.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x nasa engineer!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 1k.

Your eyes scanned the living room, your gaze lingering on the framed LSU jersey hanging on the wall. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you thought of Joe's insistence on displaying his pride so prominently in his Cincinnati home. Despite his celebrity status, he remained as down-to-earth as the day the two of you met eight months ago, a quality you cherished deeply.

The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room as the documentary's narrator droned on about black holes. Joe's breathing grew even and steady, his head comfortably nestled in your lap. You felt his hand twitch in his half-sleep, his thumb brushing against your thigh through the fabric of your shorts. You gently stroked his hair, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Your thoughts drifted to the upcoming mission you were helping to prepare at the Johnson Space Center. The excitement of possibly making more discoveries on your Mars probe was palpable, and you couldn't wait to get back to Houston. Yet, here you were, feeling more content than ever, with a man you never thought you’d end up with. The rhythmic beat of Joe's heart against your palm was a reminder of the love the two of you had found amidst your two dramatically different lives.

You leaned back, your hand still cradling Joe's head, and refocused on the documentary. The TV screen flickered with images of stars, galaxies, and cosmic phenomena that you knew so well from your work, yet seeing them here, in Joe's home, made them feel so much more profound.

“So, how do black holes, like, eat stars?” Joe’s sleepy voice interrupted the silence. His eyes remained closed, but his mind was clearly still processing the information he had been hearing.

“It’s not so much that they eat stars, but rather they have such intense gravitational pull that nothing can escape them, not even light,” You explained, your voice a soothing murmur. You felt Joe’s head shift slightly, his curiosity piqued.

“So, it’s like a cosmic vacuum cleaner?” He mumbled, a hint of a smile in his voice.

You laughed, the sound echoing lightly in the room. “In a way, yes. But a vacuum cleaner you definitely don’t want to get too close to. Once something enters a black hole, it’s gone forever.”

Joe’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “How can something be that powerful?” His gaze was earnest, the curiosity in his eyes warming your heart.

“It’s all about the mass and gravity. When a star dies and collapses, it can become so dense that its gravity is just too much for anything to resist. Not even light can escape, which is why we call them black holes. They’re like the universe’s trapdoor.” Your voice was soft, your eyes shining with the same enthusiasm that had captured Joe’s attention when you’d first described your job to him.

Joe nodded, his eyes drifting back to the TV screen. His fingers twined with yours, and you felt a gentle squeeze. “And what happens when something does fall in?” His question was genuine, his curiosity a bridge between your worlds.

“Well, we think that anything that gets too close gets stretched out like spaghetti. But before that, it passes the point of no return, gravity gets so intense that it bends time and space itself. It’s like nothing we can truly imagine.” Your words painted a vivid picture in the quiet room, your voice a mix of wonder and knowledge.

“You’re like nothing I could truly imagine. You’re like my own black hole, pulling me in with your brilliance every day.” Joe’s words were a gentle whisper, his blue eyes opening to find yours, a warmth that didn’t quite match the cosmic chaos on the screen.

Your heart fluttered. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Heisman.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead, your smile tender. The room felt smaller, the universe’s mysteries forgotten as the two of your shared a moment of quiet intimacy.

The documentary played on, but your attention had shifted. Joe’s hand found yours again, fingers interlocking. He pulled himself up, dirty blonde hair messy from rest, eyes squinting in the light. “You know I’m going to keep asking questions until I understand everything you do, right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Joey. You know I love talking about this stuff with you.” Your voice was filled with affection as you reached for the remote and paused the documentary. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV, the only light source in the otherwise darkened space.

Joe sat up, his hand still holding yours. He leaned in, your eyes locking for a brief moment before your lips met in a gentle kiss that grew in passion. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you shifted on the couch to face him. Your kisses grew deeper, a silent declaration of your love and appreciation for one another’s differences and shared moments of wonder.

As you pulled apart, Joe whispered, “You know, I still can’t believe you agreed to go out with me. A guy who throws a football for a living asking out a NASA engineer.” His self-deprecation made you laugh again, the sound music to his ears. “Still not sure why you’re with me.”

“Why not?” you said, your voice filled with warmth. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Joe. And you’re incredibly good at what you do. Maybe not launching rockets, but you have your own kind of rocket science going on out there on the field.”

Joe chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “You always know what to say to boost my ego.”

“I’ll say whatever it takes to get me ahead of Ja’Marr in your heart,” you teased with a laugh, leaning forward to steal another kiss from his pink lips. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Joe’s arms tightened around you, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “I don’t know, he’s pretty good at catching my throws.”

“Well, I’m pretty good at catching your heart, so I think we’re even,” you quipped back, your eyes sparkling with love and amusement.

Joe’s chuckle grew louder, the sound rumbling through the room like thunder. He leaned back, pulling you with him until you were lying on top of him, your legs draped over his. “You definitely win that title, babe. No contest.”

Your smile never left your face as you looked down at him. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You felt his heartbeat beneath you, a steady drum that matched the rhythm of your own. The air between the two of you was electric, the kind of charge that could spark a star into existence.

[hotyanderedaddies]

The School Bully Loves You, Pt. 4:

Yandere Bully Interrupts Your "Date"

Part 0 │ Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3

[Yandere! Bully x GN Nerd! Reader]

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Jonathan was a nice guy, you figured.

The quarterback of the football team was always all smiles, and he seemed to never treat you differently despite being way higher up on the social ladder. Therefore, you sort of liked to tutor him. Not only did it feel like you were sometimes hanging out with a close friend, but it also made you feel good deep down that a guy was paying you some attention... even if it was just for school. But still.

And plus, you figured that he could potentially protect you from Blake.

Seriously, it was crystal clear that Jonathan lived in the gym after school, given his large muscles and athletic prowess.

Blake is muscular too, but he tends to hide his bulk underneath his leather jacket.

But still!

You tried your best to force your mind away from Blake as you and Jonathan pulled into the parking lot of a local diner. It was a small place where the two of you could be uninterrupted during your study session. It was one of the few local spots where Jonathan would treat you as payment for tutoring him, and you'd always order something sweet and tasty!

The two of you took your seats at one of the booths near the back, and your eyes stayed glued to the door. The constant fear of Blake finding you kept you on edge, and you found it hard to stay present with your brain always straying back to the bully.

You mentally berated yourself, annoyed that you kept thinking about Blake.

He'd claimed you as his, and you'd gotten three strikes.

Both of those spelt trouble in your mind, and you wanted nothing more than to avoid the guy. Therefore, you figured that being away from school with someone big who could protect you was the best course of action.

Jonathan and you placed your orders and tried to start the tutoring session, but it was close to impossible for you to get your nerves settled.

"Is something on your mind?" the jock finally asked when he'd noticed you staring nervously at the door for the millionth time.

"O-oh!" you mumbled, jerking out of your panicked daze. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little... distracted." You sheepishly smiled at the end of your statement, hoping that the jock wouldn't catch onto you inadvertently using him as protection.

Jonathan pursed his lips into a thin line, deep in thought. "So," he slowly asked, shrugging his broad shoulders, "is it Blake?"

You jerked back in your seat, shocked. "Wh-what do you mean?" you stuttered, trying your best to force an innocent smile onto your face.

Jonathan scrunched up his face in confusion. "Oh, my bad," he muttered. "I just thought that you two were having couple problems."

"'Couple problems'?" you repeated.

Jonathan shrugged again. "Well, yeah," he grunted. "I mean, by the way Blake talks about you, I thought the two of you were dating..."

"The way he talks about me?" you repeated again, feeling yourself go pale at the words you heard.

Never in your life would you have ever expected Blake to talk about you in any sort of positive manner. You always tried to avoid him like the plague, hence you'd preferred if he didn't know that you existed. But if he were to talk about you, you half-expected him to curse your name and call you the scum of the earth given how badly he's beaten people up all around you.

Thinking about it, there were several of Blake's victims you knew personally:

Kyle, the bully who's stolen your lunch money back in the sixth grade. He'd gotten his face beaten to a pulp, causing his nose to be a little crooked now.

Tristan, the guy who'd called you ugly on picture day. Blake had based his face so hard that his front teeth had been knocked out, totally ruining his picture.

Cesar, the douche who'd smashed your science project to smithereens for a YouTube prank. Well, Blake had filmed himself stomping him in the nuts, posting it to Cesar's now defunct account.

Wait...

"Wh-what has Blake said... about me?" you asked, feeling your heart fall to the floor as you thought everything over. It all had to be a coincidence, right?

The waitress delivered your food, distracting the jock for a second as he began to eat his fries. "Oh, um, he says lots of things about you," he mumbled, his mouth full of food.

That didn't really help.

"Like what?" you pressed.

The jock took a loud gulp of his soda. "Well, he says that he--"

He was cut off by the loud slamming of the front door. The both of you were altered to the booming noise, making you both flinch as you turned to see none other than Blake enter the tiny diner.

The bully's eyes scanned the area before landing on you, narrowing in your direction.

Uh-oh...

To be continued...

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I'm sorry about the lack of tagging people! I'm forever and always appreciative of everyone's interest in this story. Unfortunately, I just can't tag everyone at the moment. I apologize and hope you all understand!

[kxsagi]

something kinda funny happened to me recently and i immediately thought about rin and your fics, so i'll send it as a req!! i hope you dont find it uncomfortable.

to sum up: ppl usually perceive me as a "nerdy and smart girl" (as in, "top of the class" kind of smart) bc of my looks but in reality i couldnt care less about paying attention to something if its not abt a topic im interested in lol. WHICH RESULTED IN ME RANKING 20 OUT OF 23 STUDENTS in everything but english. it doesn't bother me at all bc. well. i was expecting it. but my classmates are always shocked somehow.

anyways, i immediately thought about my dear rinnie, bc i think thats the kind of situation that poor boy would experience, since everyone in bllk sees him as an academically smart guy bc hes fluent in english, failingto realizethat my boy does NAWT cate about anything other than eng and soccer. . so! my req is basically just a fic where both rin and reader end up in the bottom of the rankings in everything but english (they were the only ones to ace it) and the others are like "?!?!?!" bc i think it would be rlly funny!! feel free to do it in any way you like! tyy! BTW SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS I HOPE IT DOESNT SOUND CONFUSING

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫”

a/n: OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST BC i have a male coworker in his 20’s who looks like a geeked out nerd, like kind of skinny, glasses, black hair, asian. and my mom told me to talk to him to potentially gain connections bc i’m academic and i was still in high school at the time so i asked him about college and he said “oh yeah, i dropped out like… 3 times. i just didn’t have the drive because i attended raves instead of lectures” don’t let looks fool you 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

for context, all the blue lock characters attend the same high school lol

title is a beabadobee reference bc i love her idc

(art credits go to immmso_ko on twitter)

in a cruel twist of fate, or maybe divine comedy, you and rin itoshi have somehow landed in the bottom tier of your class rankings. 

not just “average.” not “middle of the pack.” no. we're talking rank 21 and 22 out of 23. (it would’ve been 22 and 23, but shoutout to that one guy who never came to class and failed on principle. king.) 

the only subject you both aced? english. 

english was your salvation. your shared pride. your mutual delusion. you’d both walked out of that test with the smug confidence of people who knew the word “juxtaposition” and weren’t afraid to use it. and it paid off with perfect scores. 

but everything else? absolute academic carnage. 

math: rin got bored halfway through and started drawing soccer formations in the margins. 

science: you answered every question based on vague memories of a documentary you half-watched two years ago. 

history: you just… didn’t. rin got distracted by a headline about international players and spiral notebooked into a wikipedia hole mid-exam. 

and when the results were posted, the classroom erupted. 

“WAIT. RIN?! RIN ITOSHI?!” 

someone physically grabbed him by the sleeve. “bro. you’re like. fluent in english. i thought you were smart?!” 

rin stared at them, face completely blank. “i am.” 

“YOU’RE 22ND!!” 

“in english?” 

“NO. OVERALL.” 

“… okay. but in english?” 

he had a point. it was the only thing that mattered. 

you slinked over beside him, matching his blank expression. “hey. i’m 21st.” 

he looked at you. “you’re better at literature than me.” 

“damn right.” 

behind you, chaos brewed. karasu paced like a man discovering the earth was flat. bachira was cry-laughing, gripping isagi like he’d seen a ghost. otoya just kept whispering “no way. no way. no way.” like he was having an existential breakdown over his fantasy of rin being the dark, brooding honor student. 

“this is a scam,” reo muttered from the side. “i thought rin was our secret weapon for test prep. i was gonna ask him to tutor me in math.” 

rin tilted his head. “why would i do that?” 

“you got a 12%.” 

“i don’t need math to score goals.” 

“… you didn’t even attempt question two.” 

“it was too many words.” 

you nodded solemnly beside him. “same. too many triangles. immediate shut down.” 

someone behind you whispered, “this is actually worse than when nagi slept through the finals.” 

but you and rin? unfazed. you were both already planning how to celebrate your dual top scores in english. (you were thinking milk tea. he was thinking silence. compromise: milk tea in silence.) 

you sipped your drink later that afternoon with the confidence of two people who fully accepted their intellectual limitations, so long as they didn’t apply to soccer or essays on animal farm. 

“this doesn’t bother you?” you asked, curious. 

“not really,” he replied. “they’re just shocked because i don’t talk much. so they assume i’m smart.” 

“right?! same! they see glasses and a quiet demeanor and suddenly expect perfect grades.” 

he nodded slowly. “people are stupid.” 

you toasted your drink to that. “cheers to mediocrity, king.” 

and rin, for the first time that day, cracked the smallest smirk. “except in english.” 

“except in english,” you agreed, dead serious. 

the only subject that mattered. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

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Me Gustas Tu/ I Like You

A/n: This could be seen as a part 2 to And If You Think I’m in Love With You, but this can also be seen as a stand-alone fic. I was just writing, so I didn't really revise it. Sorry if anything doesn't make sense.

Song Inspo: Me Gustas Tu by Manu Chao

Word Count: 1347

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What time is it, my heart?

It wouldn’t matter if he spent the entire day with you- moments with you felt fleeting. He doesn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times he’d lose track of time with you. Even now, sitting outside with you, he’d only realize the day had gone by when the moon decided to watch over the two of you.

“You know, if I were with anyone else, my parents would be calling my phone like crazy.” You're leaning back on your forearms, watching the stars, your phone lying beside you. Senku glances at your phone- it was true. There were no missed messages or calls, but the time stares back at him. It was taunting him- he knows his time with you is running out.

12:00 am

“But they trust you.”

“Do you?”  He likes the fact that your parents trust him - it was praise and approval he didn’t know he needed, it made his heartbeat faster. But what mattered to him the most was that you trusted him.

“Is Doreamon a super-sized gizmo-ized, gadget cat from the future?” you answer his question with a question of your own. A question that he knows the answer to is yes.

“You’re such a geek.” He jokes with you, letting small laughter escape from his lips. He lies beside you, his mind noting the small space between the two of you. It wasn’t abnormal - he’s laid beside you countless times, even held you, but it’s something his body can’t get accustomed to.

“Well, you’re the biggest nerd I know.” You joke back. You shift yourself so you're leaning on your side, and instead of the stars, you decide to watch him.

There’s a pause of silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence that Senku would typically try to fill with science facts. It was a silence that was only ever comforting with you. It’s those rare moments when he can feel his mind slow and rest from constant thinking. He allows himself to get lost in the stars with you, taking in the sounds of crickets and the occasional noises from the bustling city.

“Senku, what do you like?”

It’s an innocent question at first glance, but his mind can’t help but overthink. What is the answer that you’re wanting? The one you’ve been waiting for.

Is it the same answer that is clouding his mind? Or is it the answer that is always ready? Is the answer you're wanting the one that leaves his lips without hesitation?  

“I like Science,” he says it with ease. He turns his body to look back at you, his eyes roam your face, attentive for your reaction- he needs all the data to give you the answer you’re wanting.

I like you

“I like numbers,” he blurts. He meant to say mathematics, but the way you’re looking at him—the way your eyes soften at him—makes him feel your yearning, causes his vast vocabulary to diminish to the basics.

I like you

“I like Doraemon.” You smile at that, and he notices the way you try to hold your laughter.

I like you

“I like mecha,”

-

He doesn’t understand why, but his mind is repeating the phrase he’s been afraid to say—something that took him a while to recognize. You’ve been plaguing his thoughts, like a parasite. It’s as if you were trying to feed off his mind- his thoughts began to consist of you whenever you’re not around, more now than ever since the day you brought up the rumor you overheard.

Once he became aware of the sensations he felt when he was around you, he began to document them as symptoms. 

At first, it was when he noticed he stumbled, stuttered, and fumbled with his words with you. Eventually, it was when he noted how his body reacted to you. His palms were clammy, with sweat sticking to them despite his repeated attempts to rub it off on his pants, accompanied by a sudden feeling of hot flashes. Then it was the alerts on his watch, alerting him that his heart rate was high, reaching levels abnormal for him.

Breathing around you was strange. It felt like, at times, his breathing would get caught, like he choked on air. At other times, it felt like he forgot to breathe altogether. Add in the abnormal heart rate, clammy hands, and the rising body heat- he felt like he was going to die.

“I think it’s cardiogenic shock, maybe even a heart attack.” Senku’s mentally cursing his addiction to caffeinated drinks.

He tells Byakuya over the phone about his symptoms, and all he gets over the phone is Byakuya's loud laughter. It feels like minutes waiting for him to calm down, and when he does, he wishes he didn’t. He got an answer, but it wasn’t the one he wanted to hear.

“Senku, it sounds to me like you’re in love.”

What am I going to do?

 I don’t know

-

“I know all of that already. What else?” You’re giggling at him, and he doesn’t know why. He wishes he could read your mind. Maybe then he would be able to say what he’s been trying to bury in the back of his mind.  

I like you

“I like space,” another obvious answer, one you already know.

I like you

“I like the night.” his hand is reaching for yours, and you follow. You allow him to intertwine your fingers with his. “Especially when I’m with you.”

I like you

“I like the moon,” his eyes don’t stray from yours as he lifts himself, inching closer to you. “I like it when moonlight falls on you.”

I like you

“I like the stars.” He pushes you onto your back and hovers over you, waiting for any signs that this isn’t the answer you’ve been seeking. He doesn’t see any. All he sees are his symptoms, the ones he’s been documenting- he sees them in you. “I can see them in your eyes.”

It’s cheesy, a tad cliché, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about now is answering you. He’s leaning down, getting closer to you. He can hear you, your breathing is hitching, the same way you’ve done to him unknowingly, and with ease. He can feel your body heat radiating to him - he can see the heat flush to your face, and he wonders if your heart is pounding out of your chest.

He presses his ear against your chest, listening to the rhythm of your heart. He wasn’t a doctor, but he could hear it speed up, reaching the same rate you had caused countless times to him.

“I like the sound of your heart.”

When he first documented his trouble breathing around you, he thought he was allergic to something you were wearing. But now, when he’s pressed against you, his nose burrowed into your neck, smelling your skin and hair, he knows he’s not.

“I like how you smell.”

His eyes flicker between yours and your lips —his silent way of asking. It’s as if you both share the same wavelength, knowing what he’s asking, seeking permission before he acts. You bite your lips as you nod your head. He can feel your fingers cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to you until he can feel your lips press against him. He’s moving his lips against yours, copying the movement he’s seen in movies. He doesn’t try to take the lead- he follows your movements. Slow and unsure. Innocent and filled with years of yearning.

“I like the way you taste.”

What time is it, my heart?

4 am

Moments with you felt fleeting. He’s never going to be able to keep track of time when he’s with you. There aren’t enough hours in the day- he needs more. Even an eternity with you wouldn’t be enough for him. Especially now that he’s honest with himself, honest with you.

“I like you.”

[choiyawnzjun]

next part

pairing ; nerdychurchboy!jake x afab!reader

sypnosis ; the nerd at church isn’t quite as innocent as you think.

genre ; smut

wc ; 1110

warnings ; making out, dry humping, orgasm denial, oral ( f receiving ), fingering ( lemme know if i missed anything )

you always thought that you would never talk to the new boy that had come to your school just a few months ago. he always hung out with that school clique nobody really cared about. however, he did go to that church your parents would force you to go to with them every sunday but you guys still never talked. that was until you both became partners in physics. after that, you guys would talk every so often. even in church.

he was friendly but.. he was such a neek. you hated it so much because he was always talking about these science things to you that you would never understand. you thought that he would always stay a silly virgin if he was just going to talk about science the whole time with people. you never told him that, of course. but… one day you got carried away.

“gosh, you know electrolysis just-..” you cut him off, you guys were in the church attic together, you decided to skip the mass today and just chill upstairs, you were going to be alone but jake decided to tag along. at first, you were hesitant to let him go with you since you knew he would just talk about science the whole time but you thought that maybe he wouldn’t this time. however, you were wrong.

“oh my god, jake!” you whisper-shouted, throwing your head into your hands, getting frustrated about hearing him ramble like this all the time.

“do you ever talk about anything else other than science? like, at first i was fine with it until i got sick of it. i’m not even sick of it anymore i’m just worried about you now.” you rambled on, not looking at him even once.

“why worried?” he asked, perplexed by the sudden comments you were making now. he hadn’t realised he’d been talking about science so much.

“how are you going to even get girls if you’re just gonna talk about science all day long? like, that’s no fun is it now?” you scoffed, you looked up to see his blank face turn into a cocky smirk as he slowly walked over to you and knelt down on one knee to face you.

“what do you mean? of course i’m fun. i just haven’t shown you it yet.” you were the one confused now as he just stared at you, waiting for your response.

“what do you mean ‘you just haven’t shown me yet’ like, shown me what?” your voice being soaked in absolute confusion and curiousness, you stared back at him, observing every single detail on his face.

“well, i didn’t really wanna be doing things you weren’t okay with.” he shrugged, now sitting down next to you. you stayed silent for a few moments, not having a clue on what to say next. you didn’t really know what he was talking about.

you were so immersed inside your own world that you hadn’t realised he had gotten closer to you, gazing at you with his dark brown eyes.

“what?” you awkwardly laughed, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“can i kiss you?” he casually asked, cheekily smiling at you. you were hesitant at first by the sudden question but you didn’t really mind. it was just going to be one innocent kiss, right?

you leaned closer to him and your lips moulded together like two perfectly puzzle pieces that matched. his lips were pillowy which you loved and the only thing that surprised you was that he was a very good kisser. like very good.

he slipped his tongue into your mouth when you slightly gasped for breath and he pulled you onto his lap. you both pulled away from each other for a few seconds, his glasses were foggy and his eyes looked hazy and were half-closed. he tugged on your shirt, asking for permission to unbutton it which you gave. he impatiently unbuttoned your shirt as you were both giving each other sloppy kisses. the wetness you were getting down there grew and grew that you started to grind onto him.

“shit, i can feel your pussy throbbing on me.” he groaned, rubbing your thighs with his hands.

“i wanna feel you so bad, jake.” you complained, fiddling with his belt, wanting it to magically come off him. this adorable action made jake chuckle a bit.

“be patient, don’t be a little brat, hm?” he smiled, leaning towards you and peppering you with kisses. he hiked up the dress you were wearing that complimented you a lot which turned jake on even more. he gazed down at your panties and was greeted with a wet spot on them.

“jesus christ, why are you so wet already? I’ve barely done anything. are you that desperate to get dicked down?” your face heat up from his remark but you could care less because what he said was true anyway. you haven’t had sex in a while so…

“can i?” he made you lie down on your back and he hooked your panties off with two fingers after you nodded. his face was now in contact with your slick-covered folds that were glistening in front of him.

“fuck..” he muttered underneath his breath which fanned against your clit. he slowly delve into your pussy, sucking and licking on your clit as if he hadn’t eaten in god knows how long. he inserted a finger into you and all you could do was cover your mouth to muffle the moans and whines that were begging to be thrown out into the air.

“why are you so good at this, jake?” you managed to let out, your legs fidgeting around until jake had to hold them down to keep you still. after what you said, he sucked onto your clit harder as if there was no tomorrow. he inserted another finger into you after your sudden comment.

the moans you were trying so hard to cover could not be covered anymore, your hands naturally grabbed jake’s hair as you bucked your hips against his face while he lapped against you.

“fuck! jake! i’m gonna cu-..” the tightening knot that was burning in your stomach slowly vanished as jake pulled away from you, your juices all over his chin and lips.

“sim jaeyun, why would you do that?” you cried, frustrated because you haven’t felt that good in so long.

“i still haven’t shown you how fun i am yet.” he shrugged, getting up and dusting himself off even though there was really nothing on him.

“maybe i’ll show you later when you’re begging for it.” he winked, leaving the attic.

[the-kr8tor]

Hobie with a s/o who wears glasses? He would tease them for being such a nerd but he’s the more nerdier one in the relationship. Imagine the glasses get in the way of when he tries to kiss you also yk how in his intro he smashed that alarm clock I bet he’s done that to your glasses once in a while. Not his fault he has super strength

Cute!! As a glasses wearer myself, I love this request! Thank you ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for the glasses), CW blood, CW injury. FLUFF

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Your heart is hammering against your chest, pulse quickening, eyes wide and hands sweaty. Despite your nerves, you lean in. Hobie inches closer to you, hands cradling your face, warmth fanning across your searing cheeks. He looks confident, a giddy smile on his lips, piercings shining from the porch light. He's stunning, and always so suave, but you have no idea the effect you have on him.

He looks past the lens of your glasses to gaze at your eyes, eyes that are blown out, eyes that look at him with adoration. If only you knew that his mind is a slurry that is full of thoughts about you, you, you, and you. You make his entire world light up with just one look that he's more than happy to bask in.

Hobie loves your glasses because he can see how lovestruck his reflection looks whenever he stares at you. He loves how gorgeous you look in it too. He once joked that you look like a sexy librarian, and now all your flirty comments are book or library themed which sometimes make him laugh and fancy you more with your dorky attempts at flirting. He wouldn't have it any other way though.

You two have been on exactly three dates together, all of them being so successful that it always has you giggling and kicking your legs the second he drops you home. All of those three dates are a culmination of tonight, the second he asked you if it was okay for him to say goodbye with a kiss, you did not hesitate to say yes at his proposal.

Hobie closes the remaining distance, index finger tapping on your cheek for one last permission. Your smile says it all, and he presses his lips against yours eagerly. Too eagerly in fact that your glasses squish your face and your eyelids, acting as a barrier. If your eyes weren't closed, your glasses might've poked your eyes out.

The nose pads poke the bridge of your nose uncomfortably, but you're way into the tender kiss to lean away. How could you stop kissing him when the kiss is better than what your daydreams could make up? Hobie senses how you try to breathe through your nose, and how you move your head to the side slightly so your glasses don't stab through your searing skin. Still holding your face, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip, he chuckles at the lopsided glasses on your face.

Eyes wide, you wonder if you did something wrong for him to laugh. Hobie stomps on that feeling quickly by gently fixing your glasses for you.

Hands on the side of it, grin still spread across his kiss bitten lips, he taps your now foggy lenses. “Sorry, your glasses are all fogged up because of me. All my fault, love.” He jokes and you laugh, the simple giggle has him wanting to kiss you again.

“It's alright, I got a kiss from it.” You tease back, he beams at you, and you can tell he wants to kiss you again. Or maybe it's just you thinking with all the sweet fog of affection blurring your vision? “Do you want to fog it up again? Y’know just in case it ends up clean this time.”

“An experiment then?” He shrugs, doing the bit with you. “For science then.” He kisses and kisses you until there's no breath in your lungs, and you kiss back until he has to hold onto the doorknob for balance.

—

Watching a movie while cuddled up to a thick blanket is great. Watching a movie with Hobie for the first time in his houseboat while cuddled up to him is so much better though. Rain bangs on the roof, adding to the cozy atmosphere. Hobie pulls you closer as if you weren't already close enough to him. Hip to hip, legs on top of his legs, you press your cheek on his bicep, glasses wonky from the position, you yawn into his jumper, snuggling impossibly closer.

Hobie sees how sleepy you are, of course he noticed because he hasn't even looked at the tv screen for ten minutes now. He was too busy memorizing your expressions whenever something happened in the movie. Your glasses reflect the screen anyway, so he didn't miss much of the movie.

“Bored?” He squeezes your hand that has been intertwined with his own under the blanket since the movie started.

“No, tired. This movie is just too long.” You peer at him through heavy eyelids, lashes stuck together from how you keep rubbing your eyes. “Why didn't they just ride the eagles in the first place?”

Hobie couldn't help but peck your forehead, you can feel his smile against your skin. “How ‘bout we finally sleep then? So you'd stop slanderin’ this perfect movie.”

You scrunch up your nose, glasses lifted up from the movement. “It’s a good movie, Hobie, but it has some flaws—” You joke, he shakes his head and then flings the blanket over your head.

“Alright, enough from you.” He pauses the tape, and then throws away the blanket into a pile in the corner of the settee. You would think he was annoyed by your comment but his grin and outstretched hand says otherwise. “C’mon, love, let's head to bed.”

You look up at him with a pout. “But I want to keep hanging out with you. Like a real sleepover.”

“A sleepover is for best mates,” he flexes his fingers, “we're clearly not just best mates.” His words make you all fuzzy inside. “D’you want to braid my hair and put a face mask on me just like in sleepovers or somethin’?”

“Can I paint your nails too?” You ask teasingly. In truth, you just want to talk to him longer. Because you know once your head hits the pillow that has his scent all over, it's light's out for you.

“Of course, love.” You finally take his hand, “as long as I pick the colour.”

—

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, you chatted through the night, and with a few smooches here and there, you slept like a baby in his arms.

Hobie wakes up with a start, his alarm clock blares loudly into the quiet of his room. Not wanting to wake you up with the loud ring, he quickly punches blindly on his bedside table. Something cracks under his knuckles, yet the ringing still doesn't stop.

“Shit.” His breath hitches in his throat. Carefully prying himself off you, (which he didn't want to do) he peeks over the table. Lo and behold, his fear just happened, he has crushed your precious glasses under his fist. Glass is littered all over the table, shards upon sharp shards falling off his hand. The frame isn't any better, it has bent into a fist shape, looking like a truck drove over it. Damn his enhanced strength.

You wake up with a snort, the harsh ringing of the alarm still echoes in your ears. With one eye open, Hobie's toned back greets you.

“Oho good morning to you too.” You poke the small of his back.

Instead of a smile, he frowns at you. A second later, you see the cause of it. Hobie holds up your broken glasses by the tip of it, you can barely recognize it from how mangled it looked. Eyes wide, you see that his hand has shards of glass sticking out, palm starting to bleed.

“Holy shit.” You sit up, taking his wrist gingerly.

“‘m sorry, love, I thought it was the alarm.” He says sadly.

“I've got a spare, Hobie,” you almost chuckle at his tone if not for how genuinely sad he sounded. “Besides, your hand is bleeding. Where's your first aid kit?” He's astonished at how nonchalant you took the news of him breaking your glasses in two. He points towards his bathroom, before he could stop you, you're already halfway across the room.

—

Your spare glasses now sit on your face as you dab antiseptic on the small cuts. He watches on with the same sweet gaze, you're absolutely concentrated on his hand, making sure that every cut is properly cleaned. The wounds barely hurt now thanks to you. He sighs loudly to get your attention.

“You okay?” You ask, bandaging the last cut.

“Better now—” Hobie clamps his mouth shut when you begin to kiss his fingers. The intimacy of it all has him melting with every kiss from you. You can feel how his pulse quickens since you're holding on to his wrist, thinking his injury has him all worried. You clearly have no idea the effect you have on him.

“There, all better.” You look up at him to see a rare flustered Hobie. A smile spreads across your lips, “I can tell you feel better now.”

“You kiddin’ me? A little bit of a warnin’ next time, love.”

“Okay, I'll tell you before I start kissing you.”

“...‘m gonna kiss you now.” He declares. Cradling your face, you laugh and nod an approval. Before he leans in, he places his hands around your glasses. “Can I take this off? Don't wanna accidentally fog it up again, or worse.”

“Okay, just kiss me already, Hobart.” You could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escapes from your throat.

“Usin’ my government name and everythin’ huh?” Carefully taking the glasses off, you welcome the sudden blurriness, it adds to your anticipation. “So bloody rude of you. Guess I have to kiss the rudeness off of you.”

[eternaldesi]

⌗nerd!matt x . sorority girl!reader ﾉ

─── Matt meets your sorority sisters for the first time, and while they grill him relentlessly, he wins them over with his quick wit and charm.

THE KNOCK ON THE SORORITY HOUSE DOOR WASN’T JUST LOUD —it was thunderous. You jumped, almost spilling your drink, as your sisters erupted into giggles around you. Matt was here. “You sure about this, babe?” he’d asked earlier, his voice tinged with a mix of nerves and disbelief. “I feel like I’m walking into a lion’s den.” You’d kissed his cheek, trying to reassure him. “You’ll be fine. Just be yourself, and they’ll love you. Probably.”Probably. Not exactly comforting. Now, as you opened the door to find Matt standing there, holding a box of cookies and looking adorable in his navy sweater and glasses, you knew the next few hours would be… interesting. “Hey,” he said, smiling nervously. “I brought cookies. Thought it might help my case.” “Good call,” you teased, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling him inside. The chatter from the living room immediately ceased as your sisters turned their attention to the newcomer. Matt hesitated for a moment, glancing at the group of girls lounging on couches, all staring at him like he was the main event. “This is Matt,” you said, trying to sound casual even though your heart was racing. “My boyfriend.”

“Hi,” Matt said, giving an awkward little wave. “Nice to meet you all.” “Cookies? Really?” Brittany, one of your more outspoken sisters, raised an eyebrow as she sauntered over. “Bold move.” Matt held up the box. “Oatmeal chocolate chip. They’re homemade. Thought it might be a safer bet than flowers.”Brittany eyed him for a moment before taking the box. “Alright, he gets one point. Let’s see how long it lasts.”“Britt,” you hissed, glaring at her. But Matt just smiled. “No, it’s fine,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I figured I’d be under a microscope tonight. Might as well lean into it.”“Oh, he’s self-aware,” Taylor quipped from the couch. “That’s two points.” You shot Matt an apologetic look, but he seemed oddly at ease now. “So, what happens next? A pop quiz? A talent show?” “A Q&A,” Brittany said, motioning for him to sit. “We have to make sure you’re worthy of our girl.” “Got it,” Matt said, taking a seat beside you. “Fire away.”The questions started out tame enough. What’s your major? (Computer science.) How did you two meet? (In the library—cliché, but true.) What do you like about her? (Everything, but mostly her laugh and the way she always knows what to say.) But then things started to get… creative.

“Would you still love her if she shaved her head and got a face tattoo?” Matt didn’t miss a beat. “Of course. Though I’d probably ask what inspired the look.” “Do you know her Starbucks order by heart?” “Caramel macchiato, extra caramel drizzle. And if she’s in a bad mood, cake pops are mandatory.” “What’s your stance on sorority parties?” “I think they’re great,” Matt said. “Though I’m probably better at trivia night than keg stands.” The girls laughed at that one, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was holding his own better than you’d expected. By the time the interrogation wound down, most of your sisters were looking at Matt with a mix of amusement and approval. He’d answered every question with a mix of honesty and humor, and it was clear they were starting to warm up to him. “Alright,” Brittany said finally. “I guess you’re not the worst.” “High praise,” Matt replied with a grin. “But,” she added, “if you hurt her, we’ll make your life a living hell.” “Fair,” Matt said, nodding. “But just so you know, I’d never do anything to hurt her. She’s way too important to me.”The room went quiet for a moment, and you felt your cheeks flush. Matt glanced at you, his expression softening. “Alright, nerd,” Brittany said, breaking the silence. “You’re in. For now.” “Thanks,” Matt said, standing up. “And, uh, thanks for not eating me alive. I appreciate it.”

As the girls laughed and started to disperse, you turned to Matt, who looked both relieved and exhausted. “See?” you said, slipping your hand into his. “That wasn’t so bad.” “I don’t know,” he teased. “I think I aged five years in there.” “Welcome to dating me,” you replied with a grin. And as you pulled him toward the kitchen to grab a drink, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the boy who was willing to face the lion’s den just to be with you.

۶ৎ — layout Creds : @pearlzier

[cyanhydrangea]

Nerd(s) [Bayverse Donatello x Reader]

Summary: Donnie thinks you're always avoiding him because he's a nerd, he's about to find out the real reason

Warning: mentions of bullying

Donnie notices you love to spend your free time with his brothers

You often meditate with Leo

You workout with Raph

You play video games with Mikey

But he also notices you never spends your time with him, just the two of you.

Once he invites you into his lab since he often see you stand at the entrance of his lab, but you immediately excuse yourself, saying there's an urgent thing to do at home. (He could hear mikey's whine, saying "aren't we gonna play skateboard [name]??")

Donnie feels like you're always avoiding him, and it saddened him.

Out of curiosity, he once stalks you online, because he had to admit he might has a 'lil crush on you. He found your social medias and make a conclusion that you're quite popular. No wonder, you're gorgeous, after all.

Perhaps, you just don't want to hang out with a nerd like him.

At least, that's what he thought.

One day, you were exhausted and fell asleep on the couch at the lair. Donnie walked past by, heading to his lab but stopped when he heard something.

You, sleep talking, mumbling...

...chemical elements? In periodic table order?

Donnie got closer to you, to hear more clearly what you're saying in your sleep, and indeed you were sleep-talking periodic table of elements, in order.

Raph and Mikey's sudden presence, fighting over the last pizza they had, woken you up. And you weren't expecting the purple masked turtle to be so close to you

"Uhh, hi Donnie"

"Hi, uhmmm"

You get up to sit on the couch, Donnie's not sure if he should tell you what happened but he can't help it.

"You were sleep talking..."

"I did?"

"Yeah, about chemical elements...in periodic table order..."

You can feel your face got warmer, you can't believe what you just been told.

"Do you have any interest in chemistry?" Donnie can't help but ask.

You gulped, unsure how to answer it.

"I used to...I mean I still do, I mean---"

You sigh, "It's complicated....I have a love-hate relationship with science in general"

Donnie sits beside you, getting intrigued.

"You see, I used to be a massive nerd in school, but I get bullied for it everyday. I make a decision to change my persona when I started high school. I abandoned my love for science altogether so I won't go back to the nerdy persona and won't get bullied again"

You paused before you continue, "But when I met you and see you have this amazing lab with awesome inventions, my inner nerd self is dying to spends a lot of time with you. But you also reminds me of my past self, and the painful memories of getting bullied keeps replaying in my head"

Donnie's heart breaks hearing your story

"I'm sorry you've been through those traumatic events"

You tried to smile, "It's ok, it's not your fault or anything"

Donnie locks his determined eyes with yours "I want to assure you that you're safe here, w-with me, whenever you're ready for the joy of science again"

You blushed by the eye contact, "T-thank you"

The thought of spending time with your crush doing things you love makes both you and Donnie feels a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

#CyanHydrangea

Date Written: 17/01/2024

[dykeadvocate]

Hello!

Popular girl x Nerd/loser girl trope

Popular(fem) reader x Ellie

Headcannons about Ellie dating a girl who looks like she came from the "mean girls" movie.

Take your time and take care 🫶!

nerd!ellie williams x popular!reader

a/n: idk if you meant looks as in appearance or attittude/personality so i kinda did both.

honestly, before you and ellie started dating, you were kinda homophobic to her (internalised homophobia). plus being gay at your school was kinda embarrassing.

ellie only found out you were gay when you were crying in the locker room alone. it took a bit for her to pull it out of you but you ended up admitting you were lesbian and had feelings for her.

ellie was gobsmacked. you were attractive but she's never really thought about you like that until then. you ended up running away from her when she took too long to reply.

it took her one week to corner you and tell you that she wanted to give you a chance.

you came out as lesbian publicly the same day. you wanted to show her how sorry you are and how much she means to you. it was a big moment for you.

people were mean and cruel but you held your head high and bullied them until they went quiet.

at first, your relationship with ellie is a LOT for her to take in.

you're extremely popular and pretty. meaning you're invited to parties every weekend and people hit on you constantly.

of course, she knows you'd never cheat on her, but it hurts seeing people flirt with you and not having the confidence to say anything.

whenever you're invited to parties, you always invites her to come along but most of the time, ellie is too busy studying (or feels too awkward to come).

your grades are okay, but ellie's are incredible. she's tried teaching you maths and science but you're hopeless at it. most of the study sessions end with the two of you cuddling or making out (or both).

people are kinda judgmental about your relationship. ellie is used to it but it enrages you.

your relationship isn't the healthiest and arguments are pretty common. you storm off and ellie has to be the one to fix it.

shopping is one of your favourite things in the entire world. ellie doesn't enjoy it too much, but she enjoys seeing you happy (and in hot new dresses)

ellie is the little spoon and NOBODY can change my mind.

ellie is 100% on the debate team and you always go to all her debates. you’re her no.1 fan.

you love pda. you love to have your arms around her waist or any part of your body touching hers. ellie is a little awkward, but she's warming up to it.

ellie rambles about nerdy little space and dinosaur facts. most of the time you have no idea what she's talking about but you love listening.

for one of your first dates, you took ellie to a dinosaur museum. she loved it and explained facts that weren't displayed.

you thought she was adorable as she explained all these facts. it was literally one of the cutest things she’s ever done.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

A thought I’d like to share:

Imagine Ford proposing to you except it’s young/pre portal! Ford.

He takes you out to a nice restaurant and the poor dude can’t relax, like all. He’s bright red and keeps fidgeting with the ring box in his pocket, meanwhile you’re just staring at him from across the table with a concerned look and keep asking him if he’s okay. Poor guy can’t even think straight, seeing you in a stunning outfit that he definitely picked out for you, and all he can think about is making you his spouse and kissing you silly.

Eventually when he does propose it starts as something science-y and profound (he wrote it down and practiced) but the poor guy ends up tripping over his words and ends up just blurting out the question. Once you say yes he gives you the deepest most passionate kiss he can muster until you’re dam near seeing stars.

After dinner is done he scoops you up the second you get out of the restaurant and takes you back to his car where he once again kisses you silly. The wedding is supposed to be scheduled after the portals completion but it never happens for obvious reasons, except once he gets back and post weirdmageddon you two reconnect again, somehow, and he finds out you kept the ring he gave you. The ring, by the way, is made of some crazy alien material but it’s like..crazy beautiful and also matches your eyes. Anyways cue wedding organized by Mabel and your two of you finally get your happy ending.

I know this is long and crazy tooth rotting fluff but I want to kiss him so bad it’s insane

(P.s-I feel like Stan would be the type to either say “you’re my wife/husband/spouse now” with no further explanation OR also stumble over his words similarly to when he tried to flirt with Lazy Susan)

Also I read your most recent post about having a Stan fic in the works and the first time I read it I misread “Stan” as “Satan” and just accepted it

aaAAA YES YES YES im gonna cry because i too want to kiss him so bad it’s kind of ruining my life

everything is sfw here but ill anyways hide it because i talked too much, sorry i just love it

first of all, Ford and Dipper making “plan lists” with bullet points like “ask them about their day” and “don’t forget eye contact” is SOOO real. “ah yes! rehearse my conversations like they’re mission briefings”, the clipboard is shaking in his hand, Ford is clearing his throat every two seconds trying not to look like a nerd and failing miserably

and you just sit there smiling because you know, you always know, you’ve seen him like this before, all flustered and over-calculating and cute as hell, and every time it just makes you wanna grab his face and kiss his stupid genius forehead

yes, this man definitely planned everything. Ford reserved the restaurant three weeks in advance. he absolutely picked the outfit for you, “as a surprise!”, “i saw this in a shop window and thought it might be. . . flattering to your uh, body?,” meanwhile he’s been daydreaming about how you’d look in it for weeks. Ford nearly passes out when when you wear it, walking out of the room

he keeps checking his pocket every second, afraid the ring's gonna mysteriously disappear. god, he had a speech, a beautiful, sprawling, poetic thing about quantum entanglement and soul mates and probability curves and how the odds of finding someone like you were incalculably rare. and he practiced it in the mirror. but none of it makes sense or works when he’s there across from you, trying not to let the little velvet box burn a hole in his pocket

you ask “are you okay, sweetheart?” and Ford wants to run away because he's literally dying from anxiety. Ford needs a shower, more than one, even if he despises them. he’s sweating, knees weak and all his academic vocabulary just vanishes. and he blurts it out finally, “will you marry me— i mean, i want you to—uh, i have a whole speech! just, wait, n-no, say yes first??”

you barely let him finish, saying “yes Ford oh my god of course i will marry you” although you're no better than him, almost choking on your saliva from excitement and happiness. ohhh the kiss, the KISS that follows, Stanford surges over the table, turning off his ever-working brain for the first time in so long. hands trembling, glasses askew, but it’s all feeling, finally letting himself have what he’s always been too scared to want. he’s chosen you, and you’ve chosen him, and he can’t believe it’s real

(id like to add that if kiss happens in the restaurant, then the whole place claps and some peeps are sitting with “😧😧” faces but Ford doesn't notice. HE ONLY SEES YOU)

my heart is broken though :(( the wedding that was supposed to happen but doesn’t, because gravity falls fandom is allergic to happiness! tragedy and science and destiny and fear— and YET!! his sweetheart keeps the ring. the weird alien ring that shimmers, and it matches your eyes because he designed it that way. Ford studied the spectrum of your irises. he matched it to a metal from a planet he swore he’d never forget

you still have the ring, wore it on a chain, you kept it safe. and when Ford sees the glint of alien gemstone, he just falls apart, his knees go weak all over again, just like 30 years ago. he doesn't know how to ask “you kept it? after all these years ?” without bursting into tears in front of his love. feeling emotional as well, you gift him a kiss on the cheek, staring into his brown eyes that have held onto their love, even after three decades lost in other worlds

oh emotional rollercoaster, from fluff to angst and now back to fluff, thanks anon :'')

so.. Mabel organizing your post-apocalypse wedding with, of course, glitter, rainbow themes, FLOWER CROWNS (need Ford in one), and a playlist that includes both classical violin and her favorite boy bands because “you’re old but you’re still in love and that’s what matters guys!” (Ford has to be dragged out of the lab three separate times but he makes it)

and this time, when he says “i do, my love,” he doesn’t trip over a single word.

and you, standing there, marrying the man who once shook through a speech because he loved you too much to say it right.

🫠🫠🫠

and YES to the Stan sidenote, btw!

i could talk about Stanley forever and ever but i’m pretty sure this ask is meant to be Ford-centric! but he’s absolutely the “you’re my spouse now, deal with it” type.

“hey, uh, so—uh, if you want. i mean you don’t have to, but like, technically, would you maybe wanna—be married? to me?? but it’s fine if not. totally cool. i mean i got a ring but, uh—where are you going?”

i love this ask so much