#so quick math lesson:

[fatherphaniel]

this isn't an indirect to anybody and i don't want to start any fights BUT

if you genuinely think dan is being out of touch/hypocritical/whatever for being politically left wing and also having money/privilege, please read this

this is exactly the same as saying that men can't be feminists, white ppl can't be antiracist etc. just bc you're privileged by a system it doesn't mean you can't criticize it. in fact, you should criticize it, bc 1- ppl in power are more likely to listen to you and actually change something and 2- the more you educate ppl about the problems, the more ppl join the cause

also, when we think about who really benefits from capitalism, it's not ppl like dan and phil. if they stopped working tomorrow, they wouldn't have infinite money that they don't ever have to think about for the rest of their lives. they don't have an amount of money that could solve world hunger, climate change, poverty and every other fucking problem

you know who does? billionaires.

of course having money, even if it's not billions, makes you comfortable under capitalism. but if you have that, you see that other ppl don't, and you wish that everyone had access to what you have, you're gonna criticize capitalism. you're gonna hate billionaires that hoard wealth. you're gonna talk about your left wing politics

the real horror is ppl who don't want to lift a finger to the status quo

[electroniccollectiondonut]

It's an important skill in life to be able to ask for help when you don't know what you're doing! It can save a lot of headache down the line if you just address the issue when it comes up! On the other hand, I asked my coworkers to help me run a math problem I got wrong this morning and the level of mortification I felt was second only to showering after gym in middle school!

[pink7princess]

a stupid study sesh?

losery nerd!abby learns from a spoiled femcheerleader!reader a different lesson.

┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: reader is blinded by angry disgust (confused horniness) :3 to realize she has a fat crush on this losery nerd, abigail anderson. after a few flirty exchanges/teasing by reader during a study sesh, it leads to sneaky sex..fingering (r!receiving,) top-ish!abby + almost getting caught!!? cute bittersweet ending :3

┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ author's note: the characters are over 18 dw :P,,,smart girls are so underrated...intelligence is so sexy??! i love nerdy abby sm, anyways i made dis shit super long…sorry man…but enjoy!!

abby arrived at your house. it was an April evening, meaning—it was finally warming up. you chill on your bed, window open with the cool breeze as the sun sets, every pink object in your cute room glimmering. you scroll on pinterest, petting your pet cat. she purrs, loving your familiar aroma. life is good, you’re freshly showered, cute pj set on and hair blow dried all cute. you sigh, throwing your phone beside you, deciding you want a snack. you hop off your silky bed and make your way down the hall to the stairs. as you reach the bottom, the doorbell rings. damn it. she actually came. your mom signed you up in the tutoring club at school because of your flunking grades caused by cheerleading. backpack full with textbooks slung over her broad shoulder—braid all tidy and flannel snug and well buttoned up. your mom sets down whatever she's cooking and scurries from the kitchen to the door. she creaks open the door, "hello—?" abby inhales sharply, adjusting her posture, standing tall with a friendly smile. her glasses awkwardly sit half way down her nose and with a little push of her thick fingers, she adjusts them, "I'm here to help—uhm.." abby looks in, catching your frozen frame suddenly turning, hair bouncing and socks sliding, attempting to sneak back up the stairs.

"Oh! You must be Abigail! Come inside!" your mom grins widely, waving a hand sweetly forward. abby steps inside, her huge stature and boots creaking the wooden floor, "Missy! Get back here!" your mom laughs, glancing over at you with a playful glare. defeated, you walk down dejectedly with a groan.

a scowl forms on your face as you walk up to abby. her physique is insane. an absolute tank. you avoid her eyes because for some reason…she pisses you off. your mom speaks, "Snacks are in that pantry, water is near—“ she continues talking expressively, the classic overexaggerated hand movements a mother would use as she's simply giving abby the run of the house. abby seems only to be half-listening as you catch her gaze flicker to your pajamas. fuck, your cheeks flush. your lacey tank top with the cursive writing of "bossy" hugs your figure in an alluring way. it's accompanied with your cute cleavage showing... you nod, turning to your mom, attempting to agree with whatever the hell she was saying. your own eyes gawk at abby's arms and thighs. shit—you realize abby's eyes linger to your bottom half, your pretty short shorts and plump thighs. you nervously push your hair behind your ear, glancing at your mom.

you could tell abby's taking in your body from how she inhales roughly, trying to snap out of it. abby accidentally catches a whiff of your intoxicating perfume and hair heat protector... shit, this was a bad idea.

"I'll leave you girls to it!" your mom rests a hand on abby's shoulder, making her jerk to reality, "and—Welcome Abigail. Hope you can help this silly dork study well for her math test tomorrow!" your mother chuckles adorably as she walks back to the kitchen, pace quick to check what was in the oven. both you and abby watch as she leaves, the air is so thick, making it hard to think.

you turn to abby, eyebrows furrowing. you grow angry for how she makes you feel. your cheeks burn. her—this fucking quiet loser who reads during class 24/7, hangs out with other gym rats & lame nerds, eats alone at lunch with her nose buried in her sketchbook and watches your cheer practices with her stem homework on her lap, is standing in your house right now.

wait—you wince at your own words realizing how...bad you feel for her. ugh-what? you hardly speak to her. abby has only ever exchanged more than a billion glances with you for like ever. but, the way she looks at you can tell a whole story. her gorgeous blue eyes, fierce eyebrows and soft lips. she seems so mysterious. honestly, someone that pretty shouldn't seem so alone all the time. what? yuck-! she's just a pathetic nerd! you’re a popular cheerleader. you blink with an irate swallow. abby stares down at you, her voice gently rude, "studying for a math test isn't that fucking bad," she sighs disappointedly, shaking her head, "wipe that dumb frown off your face, come on." abby rolls her eyes, pushing past you, her strong arm brushing against your chest as leads herself up the stairs.

your mouth gapes in confusion with how she somehow brushes you off. you. a super hot cheerleader in the flesh! you, baffled, follow pursuit, your socked feet padding on the stairs. abby is already walking down the hall, entering you room. "hey-!" you whine, catching up, suddenly embarrassed about her seeing everything in your room.

she steps inside.

the pink walls covered with white & pink posters of your interests, stuffed animals cover your bed, makeup scattered all over your vanity—beside it, a huge mirror decorated with pictures of yourself and friends.

your cat yawns, suddenly noticing abby, meowing at her tiredly. she squeaks over, hopping off the bed, greeting abby with face rub on her calf. abby looks so out of place. but—somehow...she looks really good in here. the contrast makes your heartbeat flutter. you kinda… like it. what—ew!? her? out of everyone…? well… abby looks over her shoulder at you, her voice making your cheeks heat up, "she's so cute. what a pretty cat."

you fluster, your mind racing at the stupid innuendo and the way she simply looks. abby’s strong nose is so attractive. fuck, you never really noticed, or—never took the time to look at her since the fact she won half the academic awards in the school always made you fume. you hated how smart she was. you didn’t even really understand why that was. but—that random dirty thought confused you, making your thighs rub together. why the fuck did i distort a simple sentence? you shake your head with a giggle, "t-thanks."

abby steps towards your vanity, setting her bag down on the frilly seat, her strong hand gripping the bag handle tightly, "you mind if I put this here?" your breath catches in your throat as you nod anxiously, "yeah-sure, that's okay." you sigh, feeling overwhelmed with the ache in your stomach. you close your eyes, walking over to your bed.

"grab your textbook and notebook, okay?" she softly asks, her demeanor seemingly calm. turning her back to you, she rummages through her bag, discreetly glancing at you one last time—eyes taking you in, shyly. you roll your eyes at her words. you're alone and she wants to do math? fuck no. wait, what?

you hop on the edge, laying back, rubbing your eyes as you try to assess your noisy brain.

this nerdy hunk is in your room right now.

you sit up abruptly, eyes wide at your own words. this nerdy...WHAT? you blink at your thoughts, staring down at your short painted nails now on your lap. abby's rummaging through her backpack for a pencil and eraser. hmm. i mean...she doesn't actually seem that losery. she seems to take care of herself. you glance up at her, her physique clearly being taken care of. abby’s back is turned to you. shoulders beefy and neck strong. god, you rest your eyes shut, thinking. shit...her back is kinda...hot. fuck.

she works out, you know that—you've seen her exercise. sometimes, in the early mornings when you go to the gym, you catch her there all the time and maybe you go extra early on certain days just to see her, her sweaty face and neck, body always in a compress shirt, a drastic comparison to her flannels and casual t-shirts.

damn. you bite your lip, reminiscing. man, has she always been this hot? hmm.

"hey." abby's standing in front of you, her voice making you jump and eyes shoot open. she looks down at you with an agitated glare, "come on." her head nods to your desk, your notebooks and textbooks sitting all messily. your breathing relaxes as you smell her pine cologne. god, she's actually so...handsome.

you raise an eyebrow at her. “abby.”

your voice hitches, realizing you’ve never really ever spoken to her. or even said her nickname everyone calls her. it feels weird.

“what?” she sighs, handing you a pencil. “can we work?” her head cocks to the side, annoyed, resting her weight on one hip.

you got all her attention. talking to her for the first time. well damn. you decide to...play around a bit. because fucking hell, this hunk is in your room.

and she's hot.

you don’t like her because she is hot for a nerd.

shit, you wanna know what she tastes like.

you shake your head no.

abby's eyes squint with confusion, a look of disgust crosses her face, "what do you mean, no?" abby's voice is stern.

you smile mischievously, tilting your head, changing the subject, “what do you do for fun?" you lay back on your elbows, sighing, feeling more confident because you know how timid she is. you know your tits rest teasingly because from her angle—they must look so good.

"what-?" she chokes with a chuckle. you bite your lip with a sing-song voice, "answer me."

"i'm not here to discuss silly hobbies." abby groans, looking away, rubbing her neck, nervously, “i volunteered to help you study.”

your grin grows, need growing. slowly, you lift your foot, resting it on her thigh teasingly.

"how much can you bench?" you laugh sensually, staring up at her through batted eyelashes. abby's face softens as she raises an eyebrow at the caress, glancing between you and your leg.

“a lot, right?" you ask under your breath, huskily with cheeky grin. abby's gentle eyes glow glassy with curiosity.

"y-yeah," abby stutters as her eyes bore across your body, her frame uneasy. she rubs her shoulder, embarrassed. a girl has never talked to her this long.

abby doesn’t talk to girls that much.

because...there’s only one girl on her fucking mind.

your scent. your face. your smile. ugh. she can get a fucking toothache thinking about how sweet your laughter is.

abby's watches your silly cheer practices for a reason.

she’s alone in a room with you, trying to be this chill calm person…but—she’s freaking out in her head wildly at your outfit.

fuck, she volunteered for a reason.

unbeknownst to you, abby’s been in love with you for years.

her hearts aches every time she sees you with that gang of popular kids, wishing, she was amongst them.

when she reads, she’s always stealing glances at you, daydreaming about you and her being the main love interests in her romance books.

when she hangs out with her stupid gymrat friends, all she talks about is you. her friends always give advice on how to talk to you! although, abby ignores half of it because she's scared of even looking at you...

when she sketches during lunch, she’s illustrating nature that reminds her of you. writing poems about you. drawing your features.

when she sits at the stands during your practice, she loves hearing your giggle as she completes her insane calculus equations, admiring your charming playfulness as you play around with your friends.

there are days where she wishes she could talk to you.

abby hates how different you are. how you hang out with those shitty jocks and those snakey motherfuckers in cheer.

she sits alone at lunch and fucking daydreams about you walking over.

abby loves working out for a reason. it calms her nerves because, shit—it’s better than crying for hours about how she’s incapable of simply approaching you.

abby knows how sweet your soul is. she knows beneath that mean exterior, when you're with the right people, you shine. she watches you from afar, constantly feeling like a creep. she’s a little ashamed.

worst of all—she hates every stupid boy that speaks to you.

like during valentine’s day, abby was so tempted to buy you flowers, leaving them on your desk with a handwritten letter confessing her love.

but…when rumor spread you already had a valentine, she felt empty.

abby wants you. wants to hold you by the waist. wants to hold hands as you walk to class.

…so naturally, when she heard this opportunity of helping you for the end of the year, she took it!

abby’s got a chance of getting to introduce herself before the year finishes and before college starts...she only reasoned you could bond over the summer.

fuck, her heart swooned imagining being in a room with you.

alone.

abby’s face contorts into anxious interest because—you're enchanting. god, laying beneath her like this...in this piece of clothing? her mouth goes fucking dry. she licks her lips swiftly, eyes scanning your angelic features. she attempts to play it cool as if her fucking underwear, boy shorts, aren’t getting moist. shit, this is her wet dream.

of course abby fantasizes about fucking you.

she becomes so bright red imagining it—eating you out in the locker room…fingering you in the bathroom...and her favorite—strapping you in her bedroom late at night.

even if she gets a glance from you during class when she’s ovulating…

her shy nature is quite drastic from her thoughts.

she’s pretty fucking kinky.

loving the idea of public sex to bondage.

she always brushes it off because they’re all fucking fantasies anyway...

abby’s head spins realizing how you know nothing about her but she knows everything about you.

she feels pervy. almost gross how you don’t know what’s going on in her head.

abby gulps heavily, shoulders visibly tensing, thinking about how good you’d taste. her freckled cheeks turn a bright red, attempting to shake off the sudden thoughts.

"you're strong, right?" you mock, your tone sultry. still propped on your elbows, you throw your hair over your shoulder, allowing your cleavage to now be completely visible.

abby nods obediently. you beam widely, eyes fluttering close, devilish smile spreading across your face, "are you a virgin, abigail?" her eyes widen, gaze peering intensely into yours.

"why do you wanna know?" she quietly questions, eyes almost desperate.

"oh...well." you start, rolling your eyes, "from the amount of times you’ve come to watch my cheer practice, I wonder if you've fucked anyone on the team." you chuckle, nonchalantly lean up to sit, pulling up your tank top, bouncing your tits for a second—clearly on purpose.

her gaze bashfully avoids yours, self-conscious, realizing how bad that sounds. she fidgets with a notebook in her hand, mindlessly bending pages, “none of those girls are interested in me.” abby claims pathetically, eyes wandering your walls, “and, i’ve-i’ve never…had sex.” she shamefully admits, ogling at her shoes, then—back at you.

fuck, the way she said she’s never had sex—almost sounds like she’s telling you she wants you as an option.

damn it. you feel your panties dampen from the tension.

“why haven’t you?” you scrunch your nose, kindly taking abby’s hand and guiding her to sit beside you on the bed almost like a lost puppy—she obeys, her huge frame jostling the bed.

shit, abby’s brain is short-circuiting because well—you’ve never been this fucking close. abby is mesmerized by your silky skin and the way your pretty lips move. she’s so pathetically drawn to you.

“i-…” abby begins with a deep breath—however, you suddenly cut her off, leaning in, admiring her gorgeous features, simply inches away,

“you’re so hot, abby. no girl ever wanted to fuck a cute nerd like you?”

abby’s dead silent, mouth gaped, eyes big, miserably tainted by arousal. this entire time she’s been trying to fight it.

…but the way she can smell your breath unlocks a need so vicious inside in her.

your eyes linger to her lips, gaze dropping to take in all of her body. finally—you realize why you hate her.

“ever wanted to get fucked by a cheerleader?” you whisper, a cocky grin on your face, “because i sure as hell wanna get fucked by a nerd like you.” you move forward, hand on her thigh, lips ghosting over hers.

abby holds back a whimper, nodding desperately.

your eyes glaze with lust as you move in, lips gripping hers.

abby practically melts into the kiss, pretty lashes batting shut. fucking hell, she wants to scream and jump around—but all she does is moan gently with a growing grin, savoring your candy-flavored lipgloss.

her hand wraps in your hair, tangling with the softness she’s always wanted to become familiar with. you groan against her plump lips as you feel how roughly her mouth moves against yours.

abby seems so passionate, it's so insanely hot, like—you know you’re getting wetter. abby’s tongue pushes past your lips, exploring your warmth. you moan softly into the kiss, fueling her motives further. her hand holds your waist, gripping your sweet flesh, allowing herself to move on top of you. you fall back gently, lips still grasped like your lives depend on it. you hear abby kick her shoes off, moving further on the bed. she’s above you, caging your body in, you did not know you’d love this as much as you currently are.

you whimper pathetically into her mouth, realizing—maybe hating her all this time was fucking idiotic.

abby, herself, groans into your mouth as she begins frantically unbuttoning her flannel—but first…she takes off her glasses. fuckkkk, nothing has ever turned you on as that just did. she places them on your nightstand as she continues kissing you so harshly, making you feel like you’re suffocating. but fuck—you love how eager she seems. maybe this is perfect. maybe she's perfect. you pant, gently helping abby pull her flannel down her shoulders. your hands move up the white shirt that was beneath her flannel, probing her warm waist.

you were so ridiculous, shit, you could’ve had all this a while ago.

abby grips your head roughly, pulling your hair tightly, cocking your face harshly against hers. the pain makes you wince with a loud moan, smiling against her lips. your soft hands push up abby’s shirt.

she takes the hint and completely pulls it over her head, lips unhooking for a second. as she throws her shirt on the ground, within that second—you miss her. you've never felt like this with anyone. is this what real lust feels like? you lean up towards her, bravely wanting to take the lead and fuck—her warm arms engulf you, pulling you on top of her, making your cheeks glow with excitement. abby’s wearing a pretty white sports bra, the brilliance against her skin makes you desperately want to see what she looks like without it.

however—abby’s hands probe up your shirt. you nervously pull back, “i’m-i’m not wearing a bra.” you flush bright pink, confused why you said that, so what!?!?

you understand suddenly. you're nervous. oh. no one's ever made you this nervous. catching her gaze in the hallway always did.

abby smiles wickedly, “here.” she pulls over her sports bra and it feels like time stops.

shit.

you bite your bottom lip hard, almost drawing blood as you see abby’s small tits fall. you moan softly, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden meal laid in front of you.

you pull your own shirt over your head, blush faltering—becoming more confident from how kind she is. fuck, your tits bounce so perfectly. abby’s eyes become almost become predatory and you swear you saw her pupils dilate. you move up to kiss her again, tits grazing each others, making you quietly bite back a whine,

“good-…” fuck. abby stops herself before she finishes that fucking phrase.

she’s imagined this so many times, it almost slipped out. her heartbeat races harder as she turns shamefully scarlet, anxious eyes searching yours.

you raise an eyebrow, tilting your head with surprise, allured by what she was about to say. your gaze grows teasing—realizing what was to leave her lips.

fuck, you wanna hear her say it. this quiet nerd. shy hunk of a woman. your eyes glow with desire as you whisper sensually, “say it.” you softly bite her bottom lip teasingly, nodding with approval as you begin to kiss down her neck.

“good girl.” she groans roughly, eyes fluttering shut as you suck harshly on her neck.

you begin giving her a hickey she’s always deserved. you suck the skin meanly, making abby whimper. fuck—her hands grip your ass, pulling you closer. the movement of her hands on your thin shorts makes you baffled from how wet you became. she’s exactly your type. you dated jocks. no connection, though. but shit—her, she’s perfect. you smile eagerly against abby’s neck, pulling back.

your eyes, full of need once you see how fucking sexy she looks with a hickey, not a hickey—your hickey.

“fuck, abby, you look so good.” you whimper against her mouth, kissing her once more, craving her sweet spit. suddenly, abby’s strong hands slip down your shorts and panties sharply, the cool air hitting your ass, making you moan into her mouth. her bold move only got you wetter.

one of abby’s big hands moves down your waist, going past your bare ass—her fingers, middle and ring, slip against your sloppy hole.

“mmmmm, can i?” she whispers huskily in your ear, kissing your neck. you nod with a huge smile, pretty eyes closed, ready to savor the feeling. abby’s fingers plunge in so fucking easily from how damn soaked you were. “shit.” she hisses out, feeling how you tight you were.

you bury your face into her bare shoulder, panting with soft groans. your mom is still downstairs. abby's pace is slow but rough. her fingertips graze your g-spot, continuously slamming too well into you. “you feel so good,” she whispers, kissing your bare shoulder.

you lean up, placing your hands on her shoulders. your tits bounce gently as you ride her fingers. she increases the speed at your sexy sounds. you reach forward, gripping your headboard. her fingers stretch you out so fucking good. abby’s pink lips grip one of your puffy hard tits, making you breathily groan harshly, "shit—abby..."

abby grins with a confused expression, she mumbles, “can't believe i'm doing this,” as she sloppily sucks your other tit with a concentration you adore. fuck. your eyes roll back with a whimper, the two sensations driving you crazy.

her fingers pick up speed, suddenly pounding into you, making you gasp sharply.

"f-fuck..." you whine, grinding down on her fingers. one of your hands cheekily make way to her cargo jeans. abby chuckles darkly,

"you wanna?"

you nod desperately, leaning down to swap spit passionately, hands gripping the buttons of abby’s pants, making her kiss you rougher. however, shit—unbeknownst to the two of you, your mom’s coming up the stairs.

a sharp knock silences the room, a cheerful voice outside, “Girls!—“ you both freeze. eyes dead wide. your gaze flickers around, fuck—your panties and shorts are hung to your ankle, you and abby’s shirts on the floor. shit. "It's getting late!—Abigail, you should give me your mom's number so we can arrange playdates!" your mom stupidly chuckles, loving how she still treats you like you're eight.

you shake your head with a nervous gulp. fuck, this is terrible. abby's face is in horror, flickering from your chest, to the door and back up at you, fingers still gently pumping inside you. shit—you bite back a moan, “a-alright! be there in a second!" she stutters, "l-lemme gather my things!" her eyes move back to you, soft and full with displeasure. her eyebrows furrow with regret. your moms footsteps fade away down the stairs.

things were cut short. man.

but hey, you have a new reason to be pissed at her!

"you couldn't have come earlier, abs?” you ask with a pout, giving her a new nickname—something very fitting rolling off your tongue. you kiss her lips, sweetly savoring her taste. your hands grope her nipples teasingly, playing with them with a grumble.

"s-sorry…” she sighs against your lips, genuinely feeling bad. her fingers slip out slowly.

she looks just as disappointed as you.

you whine pathetically, missing her fingers already. fuck. you mumble against her cheekbone, hugging her. “damn it, abbyyyy.” abby kisses your cheek, her voice soothing, “i know, i know…” she comforts, cuddling you back, your bare chests touching each other as they’re meant to be.

she pecks your nose, gripping your hips, moving you off her. you’re practically tossed to the side! you really weren’t, you’re just fucking dramatic..

you roll over with a bratty sigh and slump on the edge of the bed. abby leans down to grab her shirt off the floor, handing yours sweetly in the progress. your pretty eyes bore up at abby’s bare upper torso as she swiftly pulls her white undershirt over her head, her tits disappearing. you pout dumbly once more, tugging your tanktop back on and pulling your shorts up. abby grabs her glasses from your nightstand, pushing them back up her pretty nose.

you scan the room, eyes falling on her sports bra on the bed.

“abs, you forgot to put this on.” you grab it, chuckling preciously. abby tilts her head with query as she walks over to pack her bag, smile growing as she watches you hold her bra, never imagining this situation happening ever.

you bite your lip with a mischievous smile as you think of something silly, “can i keep it till next time?” a pink blush sprinkles your adorable eager smile.

abby can’t say no.

“yeah. t-that’d be..” she nods, buttoning her flannel with an embarrassed grin. you shake your head with a giggle, “but that means i should give you one of mine!”

you scurry to your drawer, the top littered with today’s clothing. you select it, prancing back up to her, handing abby your flowery lacey push-up bra.

her eyes glimmer with lust, holding your bra in her hand. abby’s head spins—still wondering if this is a dream. she tucks it in her bag with a bright red blush, looking almost grateful.

abby leans down, slipping her combat boots on. you admire her, yourself, feeling grateful for taking this chance with her. you never should’ve disliked her.

you grab her hand, speaking gently, really showing you’re not as intimating as abby truly thought,

“i can walk you to the door, abby.”

abby’s arm jokingly nudges your shoulder, “alright, pretty.”

~~~ ⚢ ~~~

you lead abby down the hall with your hands interlocked.

once your mom comes into view, you let go, not because your mom’s homophobic—more like, you wouldn’t want her to know her daughter’s not studying and you know...then have her request a tutor who’d actually teach her…yuck!

“abs will be going now.” you giggle with a suspicious glint, reaching the bottom of the stairs. you reminisce what you both did earlier, fixing your hair nicely as if nothing ever happened. your hand brushes up against abby’s as she nods to your mom, walking to the door, “thanks for having me.”

abby glances at you, almost longingly—which makes your chest ache.

you inhale, attempting to feel okay. you’ll see her tomorrow. your mom scrambles to the door, unlocking it hastily with a kind smile, “Alright, goodnight, Abigail. Hope you have a safe drive home!” your mom’s demeanor is friendly as always. she waves you over to say goodbye to your guest, you know, the one you didn’t want to come over?

you stumble up to abby who’s now standing in the doorway, her stature—incredibly hot and her face, so cute!

“thanks.” you glow pink, biting back a huge grin, cherishing this view till you see it tomorrow at school.

“you’re welcome.” abby teases right back, scanning your figure—making your heart swoon.

your eyes watch each other for a second longer than expected, somehow painting how you miss each other already.

abby turns, her pretty braid swaying as she walks down the pathway. the cool night air seemingly bids her farewell as well. your soft gaze locks onto her as she makes her way to her truck. you know your attraction is showing on your face and—gladly, your mom isn’t noticing or she’d most definitely make fun of you.

abby waves to you, her big hand in the air as she opens her car door accompanied with her huge smile—making your heart feel full.

you wave back playfully, your own pretty smile, wide.

you and your mom walk back inside, shutting the door.

the warm house makes you realize you might have a big ol’ crush. well, you’ve had a big ol’ crush, your silly ass just didn’t notice.

“So, what was it like having a little tutor?” your mom chuckles, walking back to the kitchen to grab a handful of peanuts she was snacking on.

“oh, it was…it was cool.” you sigh longingly, missing her. you adjust your shirt, trying to think of positive thoughts. your spirits are higher than before…since…realizing that stupid angry hole in your heart is gone. it just needed to be filled with lesbianism from a sexy nerd.

“It had to be more than just cool, sweetie.”

“alright, alright, mom. it was fun-!”

you roll your eyes jokingly, going back up the stairs,

“it was just a stupid study sesh.”

~~~ ⚢ ~~~

wait damn i lowkey loved writing this……shall i make a part two??!!!! probs right? cuz like nerdy abby has my heart !!?!?

edit: ANDDD here’s the second part of this story! = part two!!

[melanchoire]

teacher!reader calling mom!sakura because her kid isn’t doing well in her class, so she offers reader giving her kid some tutoring lessons at home, with doubt accepts, everything goes well and even the two women became friends, they are not very far from age, until one day kkura calls her to help her kid when in reality she was alone and ofc things happen

(if you can put tit play, oral and scissoring i will be blessed)

cw: nipple play titsucking, scissoring.

being a single mother is a more than difficult task for sakura because she has to take care of her little one and simultaneously work to be able to have money and and be able to live with comforts, even if they are very basic, because her salary does not allow them great expensive luxuries but they can cover basic needs and and from time to time treat himself to something really expensive… sakura has to take her son to school early in the morning and almost immediately go practically at full speed to work to avoid being late, returning home in the afternoon because she always manages to arrange for a friend or her mother to babysit her child to avoid her spending money she doesn’t have on a babysitter 🥺 sakura does her best to raise and care for her little one and give him everything she can even when it seems out of reach :( she just wants to give him all the happiness in the world even if it costs her own

but being focused on providing comfort and bringing money home means that sakura is not fully aware of how her son is doing in school, just noticing this when she receives an email from her teacher telling her that she needs to talk to her about her son and the child will carry the notification about the teacher–mother meeting in his school notebook. at first sakura thinks it’s because her son is misbehaving and bothering his classmates, but when her own baby tells her it’s because he has low grades with clear shame on her face, sakura feels embarrassed for not paying attention to her own son 😓

thank goodness sakura meets a sweet and understanding teacher instead of an old men who throws things in her face and blames her for everything 🥲 sakura is more than charmed by you because the whole time she is talking about being a single mother and only having one child you’re listening to her attentively and seeming to fully understand the situation without even giving the hint of judging her or anything like that… even when you tell her that you can tutor her son in the afternoon and even looking after him until she returns from work so she can work in peace is a great relief for her nerves, but she is quick to deny it because she doesn’t have enough money to pay for extra classes and pay you to babysit her son! but she almost cries when you tell her that there is no need for an allowance because you do all this to give the best future and education to little miyawaki :(

and sakura doesn’t know how to thank you because you don't accept even a little money or anything in return, so whenever you’re in the living room tutoring her son and helping him with his homework, she is locked in the kitchen focused on cooking snacks and making drinks for you two 💕 sakura always leaving a cup of coffee along with some bills or something baked in front of you, smiling unconsciously when you say “thank you” and give her an honest and bright smile

but she develops a crush on you because you care so much about her son and are focused on giving him everything possible touches her heart and makes her happier than ever before ☺️ sakura feels super happy when you treat her child like he is yours too…

and one day she wants to finally make a move on you, but not knowing how to properly approach you, she chooses to call you on a weekend and tell you that her son needs help with a math assignment, when her little one is spending the weekend at his grandparents’ house...

at first she tells you that her son is at a friend’s house and will be home soon, so she offers you to sit on the couch while you two wait for his “arrival” when she knows very well that won’t happen 💕

sakura ends up finding a way for you two to talk like lifelong friends, all thanks to her offering you a drink of wine to relax because she knows that your job as a toddler teacher is stressful because kids tend to be a bit irritating, and she knows that you need to relax even if it’s just a little bit, very thoughtful of her <33

but you two end up feeling a bit tipsy and that leads to you suddenly stopping talking, staring into each other’s eyes in silence and looking a bit lost, only for her to practically throw herself at you seconds later and kiss you like she is starving 😇 of course you accept because you were also somewhat attracted to her! always adoring and admiring her great efforts as a single mother who works and sacrifices everything she has to provide the best life for her son, regardless of the obstacles along the way

lazy drunk sex with sakura>>>. wrinkled clothes were discarded on the floor, grinding your pussy against hers while you can only focus on kissing like it’s the last time youl will ever do it but you’re both kind of intoxicated that it ends up being lazy and messy 😵 and sakura underneath you, squirming and whimpering as she feels your clit rub so satisfyingly against hers, wanting to move her hips against yours and try to take control but she is so tired she can barely open her eyes 🥺 for your part, you just tell her, “nu–uh, lie down there. you already make a lot of effort every day for your son, it’s time for someone to take care of you.” and lowering your head to start playing with her tits while you continue grinding against her... sakura can only moan as she feels your mouth close around one of her nipples, her hands going to your hair and massaging your scalp as she pushes your face against her chest, closing her eyes and letting her head fall onto the soft cushions of the couch as she feels how well you’re fucking her, carefree because today is the day where she stops worrying about others and in the end it’s all about her

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heyy izzy! i don’t think ive ever sent in a request to you before but i absolutely love your work so i thought i’d send something in. could you please do a roommate!taehyun fic where he accidentally walks in on you while you’re in the shower but then decides to join you which then ends up in him fucking you while you’re pressed against the cold shower wall and one leg pulled over his shoulder so he can hit deep :)

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 - 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

roommate!taehyun x fem!reader

in which what originally was supposed to be just a quick shower to help him relax takes a different turn when he walks into the bathroom and sees you already in the shower, deciding to relieve his frustration differently than he originally intended to.

wc 2.5k

warnings shower sex, unprotected sex + creampie, vaginal fingering, tiny mention of nipple play, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, pet names, softdom!taehyun, biting/marking

↪ izzy speaks... I can't believe tae had zero works until now... like that's insane. I'm glad I can finally show it to you though. The writing process for this was for someone reason extremely SLOW. Everyone thank serene for being my life saver again and helping me get through whatever writing block I was feeling while writing this.

Kang Taehyun must have been the safest choice for a roommate ever. 

Unlike the other guys in your friend group, he was calm and knew when to shut up. Taehyun could cook, making your life a lot easier when he offered to make dinner as often as he could, and he was outside the dorm most of the time, too. If he wasn’t in the library studying after his lessons ended, you would find him in the gym, keeping in shape. 

He barely went straight to your dorm after school, so you had learned to get comfortable during your alone time. From using your living room for studying and making a mess with your papers and study books all over the floor, which he would have usually pointed out and told you to keep a system, to walking around the apartment with just your underwear.

So it wasn’t unusual when you sat on the couch in your living room in just panties and an oversized shirt you found at the bottom of your closet while cleaning up last week. You were surprised when you found it, confident you’ve never bought nor worn that shirt. But as you put it on, pushing your thoughts aside as there was no possible way of it being someone else’s if it was in your closet, you realized it was more comfortable than the garments you knew you owned. 

You have gone over the math formula hundreds of times and still feel like you see it for the first time every time your eyes land on it again. It doesn’t make sense. No matter how long you stare at it, the numbers and signs seem foreign. 

You sigh, slamming the math book shut and spreading out on the couch as a sign of giving up. You would have to ask Taehyun about it after dinner. But for now, you had other things on your to-do list for the day. 

Put your and Taehyun’s clothes into the washing machine (AND THANK HIM FOR DOING IT LAST TIME!!) 

Wash up 

Learn math 

Call your mom

You mentally cross out math, pretending it never existed. Still, you know you will have to come back to it. To this day, you weren’t sure why you decided to take another math semester when you didn’t have to. You were naive when you listened to your parents and signed up for “the only important class you will need in the future.” You had to scoff every time now when you remembered your mother’s words, knowing you wouldn’t ever need the formulas you were learning. 

Sighing, you get up from the couch and look around the living room. Looking at it now, you understand why Taehyun always wants you to have your work organized. It was a mess. 

Your fingers run through your hair before you pick up a few of your books and put them aside in the corner of the table so that other people can still use it. It also reminds you that you should clean around the house with Taehyun soon. 

But for now, there was the current to-do list you had to go through. 

You grab Taehyun’s clothes basket from his room, as you did many times before, kicking the door behind you so it would close before continuing towards your shared bathroom. 

Having a shared bathroom might have been the only disadvantage of living with Taehyun. You both tried to search for a bigger place so you could each get your own, but once you saw the prices, you both decided it was only a petite inconvenience. 

It doesn’t take you long to sort out all of his and your clothes by colors, leaving Tae’s underwear in the basket for him to do later on his own. You don't mind doing his laundry, just like he doesn't mind doing yours, but there are still limits to what you are willing to do for him. Even though those lines sometimes seem blurry in your eyes.

You aren't sure when or how it happened, but lately, you've found yourself wanting to step over some of the lines you had set for yourself when you first decided to room with Taehyun.

Maybe it was because of how comfortable you got with each other after half a year of living together. Perhaps it was because Tae had become your best friend over the years you knew him. Or, more likely, it was actually because of the amount of times you had seen him shirtless.

“We are friends, Ma. You don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant or something just because I am rooming with a guy. And you have met him many times. You know how Tae is.” You remember the call you had with your mom after you moved in, rethinking all your words. You were so sure back then that nothing could ever happen between the two of you, but a small part of you always wished for something else. 

You snap out of your thoughts, pressing the start button on your washing machine with a sigh. You step over the pile of white clothing you had prepared for the next wash, getting to the shower. You pull down your panties and shirt, hanging them on the empty peg beside your towel. 

♡⸝⸝ 

Taehyun was too exhausted to go to the gym tonight. He had enough. From missing lunch because he lost track of time while reviewing for his upcoming exam to completely forgetting about an assignment due last night. He just wanted to go home and relax for a bit before he would have to fall into the endless circle of studying again. 

So when he got through the door of your shared apartment, his first thought was to shower and go to sleep. He didn’t think much of what you were doing as he took down his shoes. Honestly, that was what he was the least worried about. 

Taehyun shakes his head as his eyes land on your books on the table, but then a smile creeps up his lips. You did listen when he scolded you about making a mess, after all. 

He looks around the apartment, trying to find you with his eyes. Eventually, his sight lands on your room, assuming you didn’t hear him coming in and were busy with your studies, so you didn’t come out to greet him. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

He doesn’t even properly register the sound of the washing machine as he walks toward the bathroom. For the first time in a while, his mind is finally blank, making him relax as he opens the door. 

Neither of you really realizes what’s going on until you drop down your shampoo, your eyes wide as you quickly try to cover your naked body upon noticing your roommate in the room. 

Taehyun’s cheeks could be mistaken for a tomato as his eyes travel from the bottom of your body to your face, swallowing everything he wants to say before even opening his mouth, stuttering. “I– shit, fuck– uhm, sorry,” he blurts out quickly, turning around so he wouldn’t face you. He doesn’t leave, though. 

 You can’t hear your own breath, nor his, as you stare at his back, your mind, unlike Tae’s, clouded with thoughts. “I wanted to shower. I’m– I didn’t know you were in here,” he says, you think. You’re unsure if any of the words actually reach your ears or if it’s all just in your head. Maybe he is just a figment of your imagination, too. He isn’t real. He isn’t standing in the bathroom with his back turned to you. 

“I’ve been so out of it today I just– I’m not sure what I am saying, to be honest. I didn’t mean to, though–” 

You cut him off, your words echoing in his ears. Still, he doesn’t believe what he just heard. “What?” He asks, his boba eyes making you feel weak in the knees as he turns around to face you again. “You wanted to shower and relax your mind, right?” You repeat half your question, your hands slowly falling to your sides. Taehyun bites his bottom lip, fighting all his inner demons to keep his eyes on yours. “Want to join me then?” 

You’re not sure what happens next. It’s all blurry in your mind. But the next thing you know, Taehyun’s hands are all over your body, “helping you to wash up,” as he said, but you both know that’s not what it really is when his hand just so innocently squeezes your breast. 

Your breath shakes as you feel him groan against your shoulder, sending shivers through your body. You tilt your head to the side, biting your bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as he kisses your collarbone, his cold fingers playing with your nipples as if he had touched them thousands of times before, as if he wasn’t afraid at all of the sudden intimacy. 

“Tae,” you breathe out, and he only hums in response, his lips on your neck. “Are you okay with this?” He asks carefully, making it almost impossible for you to tell him no. So you nod, whining when his fingers trace down from your chest to your legs, making their way to your clit. “You’re so wet,” he mumbles. 

“S-shut up,” your voice shakes as you try to grind against his fingers, muffling your moan when he removes his hand. Your pussy clenches around nothing when your name leaves his lips, his kisses moving lower on your back until you hear him kneel behind you. You swallow a lump in your throat when his hands wrap around your thighs, the water drops on your back sending shivers through your body. “Mind bending over for me, sweetheart?” 

It feels unreal. Your roommate’s head between your legs, eating you out as if you were supposed to be tonight’s dinner, was all a little too much. You weren’t sure how long you could last. “Wait– I’m–” you try to speak up but end up swallowing everything you wanted to say when his tongue gets replaced by his fingers. You gasp, your hand slowly sliding down on the bathroom tiles as you begin to lose strength. You don’t think he notices, or at least he doesn’t do anything about it. His fingers pump into you so effortlessly, too. Somehow, it feels like he has been in your cunt many times before. 

Your first orgasm of the night is on Taehyun’s fingers, preparing you for himself. “Doing so well,” he coos, slowly standing up. It takes no time for his lips to find your neck again, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. “‘S too much,” you whine, turning your head around to see him. His boba eyes are soft, full of love even, you’d dare to say. 

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes out when his eyes land on yours, immediately kissing you. You fall into the kiss, turning around to face him. Taehyun takes a step forward, making you press your back against the wet tiles. The water dripping between the two of you doesn’t seem to bother him a bit as he wraps your leg around his waist. 

You are still kissing him when he aligns himself at your entrance, thrusting into you without a warning. You gasp, breaking the kiss. His lips chase after yours again, but you’re too busy trying to get used to him to kiss him back. “So good,” he praises you again, his mouth moving to your jaw and chin. You tilt your head to the side, trying to keep as quiet as possible as he thrusts into you again, starting slowly, with his eyes on yours to make sure you are okay. 

You nod to him instinctively, and he thrusts into you right away, this time faster, harsher. It doesn’t take long for him to set a comfortable speed, and you can feel all his stress in each thrust. “I needed this,” he mumbles. ��Needed you.” 

It almost passes unnoticed by you, just some out-of-mind praises, but you catch onto it, and his words get stuck in your head. “N–Needed me?” Your question comes out as a broken moan, making him groan. “The whole day,” he agrees, only thrusting harder. “Everyone’s been getting on my nerves,” he explains. “Couldn’t wait to come home to you.” 

The ticklish feeling in your stomach makes you uneasy. You’re not sure if it’s another orgasm building up or just an after-effect of his words. Honestly, it might be both. But before you can think about it properly, another thrust comes in, with a few mumbles about how perfect you are before you feel his speed slowing down again, letting you know he is reaching his limit, too. 

It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts before he cums inside you, both of you too into the moment to realize he should pull out. Taehyun’s head falls onto your shoulder, but he doesn’t stop holding your leg up, assuring himself he still feels you on his body. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he breathes out, and before you can answer, you feel his teeth digging into the skin on your shoulder. 

You gasp, “What was that for?” He only hums in response, as if he had no idea what you were referring to. “A mark,” he finally mutters, making your eyes widen. “Wanted to mark you.” He says it so casually, while his hand slides between your bodies, circling your clit slowly again. You swallow a moan as his finger makes its way into your pussy again, feeling the mixture of his and your cum sliding down your thigh. You need another shower. 

You stay still for a bit, his head resting on your shoulder and your leg wrapped around his waist while your fingers play with his hair to assure him you are still there, not saying anything. 

You step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself immediately. You keep your eyes on his naked body, rethinking your next moves. “I need your help with math,” you proclaim quietly like you normally would. “I’ll gladly help you,” he nods with a smile. So happy, and for what? He was never rude about it when you asked for his help, but it wasn’t like he would be excited, either. This time, however, he makes you question what’s going on in his mind. 

“Here,” he says, the same smile still on his lips as he hands you your shirt and panties. “I didn’t know you were already wearing my stuff, but I can’t say I would complain,” he teases you, and it all finally clicks. Of course, that’s why you didn’t remember owning the shirt. It wasn’t yours in the first place. “Uhm–” you panic, trying to find a good excuse, but it’s already too late because all Taehyun can think about is the adorable blush on your cheeks.

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so glad to see you’ve been doing well!! SO SO SO excited for the return of the lando series ive missed it dearly

(6) Day Off - Lando Norris

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Things were finally back to normal, and Lando didn’t feel like anything could stop him. Even if you weren’t together in school at all, he didn’t care in the slightest. His routine was now: get home from school, have a quick shower, really quickly eat tea with his family and go upstairs to phone you. 

He did that every single day, without fail. You always teased him about it, often remarking that it was like he couldn’t relax if he didn’t hear your voice. He hated to admit that you were right, but he always just laughed it off and said ‘you wish’. 

Things at school had also been cooling off. No one had said anything to Lando about you, and no one had said anything to you about Lando. You and Lilly still hated each other with a burning passion, but she had stopped with the snide remarks. You still received your fair share of dirty looks, however. 

After a lot of begging, you had let Lando sit back next to you in maths again. Miss Kennedy was surprised, and was waiting for Lando to be sent to the back row again with a sulk, but the day never came.

Today was a Wednesday, and you were waiting at your desk for Lando’s phone call. You kept replaying your little scene in the milk aisle, and your heart always warmed at the thought of Lando’s arms around you.

You didn’t feel like you deserved for him to have taken you back so quickly and on multiple occasions, but you wouldn't complain in the slightest. Now that you had him, you were keeping him around for the long haul.

You had started to make work on your maths homework, getting a few questions done before your phone buzzed on your desk. “Hey,” you greeted, picking up the call and placing your phone back down on the wood top of your desk.

“Heya, I swear if you’re doing homework I am coming to your house and forcing you to have a break.” he replied, knowing that you were doing homework every time he spoke to you over the phone.

“One of us has to maintain our perfect reputation, Lando.” you mused, and you could practically see him rolling his eyes.

“You’re perfect all the damn time, can’t you let loose and have some fun just this once?” he whined, but he knew that you wouldn’t listen to his pleas. Not even Lando could stop you from doing the homework that you needed to do as soon as you could get it done.

“Oh yeah? And what are you doing right now, Norris?” you asked.

“As a matter of fact, my dad has just let me know that he has glued together your flashcard holder and it is drying in the garage,” he smugly explained, and you couldn’t suppress the smile that grew on your face as he spoke. 

Since you had made up, Lando had taken it upon himself to finish your flashcard holder that you had tried to make in that fateful DT lesson. At the thought of it, your fingers on your left hand flexed, the skin that made up the scars across the digits still taut. 

You had tried to protest to Lando that he didn’t have to finish it and that you were perfectly capable, but he had put his foot down and shown how stubborn he could be. Lando brought all of the pieces home that he had painted, and he and his dad had put on all the bells and whistles. 

There was a closing lid with a clasp, 11 perfectly sized dividers, a drawer at the base where you could store a few pens and pencils, plus a couple other bits and bobs that the duo had come up with. Lando had been bigging it up for the few days that he had been working on it, and you trusted him fully.

“Your dad is busy, Lando. I don’t want him to feel like he has to make it for me…” you trailed off, thinking about all of the work that they were doing for you while you just got a good grade and a useful product. 

“He doesn’t have to. He does it because I ask him to and we do it together. And I do it because I want to do it for you and I know that you’re absolutely hopeless in the workshop. I am never letting you near a saw again if I’m not watching,” he sternly said, and he couldn’t hide the hint of protectiveness that had crept into his voice. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” you said, your statement instantly met with a scoff from Lando. 

“Wasn’t that bad? You nearly chopped your fingers off and you gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at him. 

“God, you’re dramatic,” you laughed. 

“Dramatic? I’m dramatic?! Yeah, well, we’ll see who’s being dramatic when I nearly chop my fingers and you have to drag my ass over to the nurse’s office and you’re terrified that I’m going to pass out and hurt myself even more and that you won’t be able to catch me in time and- you get the point.” he cut off his ramble, not wanting to reveal the true depths of the fears he had when you had sliced your fingers. 

In his head, all the way to the nurse’s office, he was planning what he would do if you did pass out. He’d have to catch you so you wouldn’t hit your head, and he’d probably have to lie you down on the floor and go find a teacher. 

But, he wouldn’t want to leave you alone just in case you woke up and he wasn’t back to comfort you, so he assessed where the nearest staff personnel was as you walked through each corridor. He was also perfectly prepared to take his blazer off and use it as a pillow for you if it came to it.

Lando did tend to be observant, but he was scrutinising your every move on the short work to the medical room. He had never seen someone he cared about so much be in so much pain, and it scared him. 

All he wanted was to hold you close and wrap you in bubble wrap so that there was nothing that could hurt you ever again. It hurt just as much when he had to leave you by yourself with the nurse. He remembered what the fresh cuts on your fingers looked like, and he hadn’t had a chance to look at the scars that the incident had left on your hand.  

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty scary, hey?” you acquiesced, not wanting him to think about it anymore. 

“You’re damn right it was.” he agreed, calming down from his little outburst. The two of you talked for the rest of the night, as you always did, and Lando found it especially funny when your mum had come into the room and told you that it was time to go to bed and you had to hang up. 

He’d get to talk to you tomorrow, so he wasn’t overly concerned about saying goodbye for now. Yet, as the next day rolled around, Lando couldn’t spot you in the school halls. You weren’t by your locker in the morning, you weren’t in the library at your breaks or lunch, you weren’t in maths with him at the end of the day. 

You just weren’t there. 

You were never not there, never. You always showed up to school on time and he had never known you to take a day off, even before you had started talking. He had sent you a few texts, asking where you were and if you were alright, but he hadn’t received a response. 

Just as he got in his mum’s car, his phone pinged with a text. All he could do is hope that it was you, and his prayers were answered. You had responded and said that you had thrown up the night before and thought it would be best to rest for the day since you still weren’t feeling very well.

Lando’s first instinct was to ask if you needed anything, but there was another burning question at the forefront of his mind. He asked if there was anyone taking care of you for the day, since he knew your parents were gone for work early and back pretty late. From his knowledge, they would only be back at around seven, which was nearly four hours away from the current time. 

Your grandma had been over for a bit at lunchtime to make you food and ensure that you were resting, but that wasn’t enough to pacify Lando. Someone had been taking care of you for an hour, two hours max, and you had been left to deal with your own illness all day without someone to help you.

Without thinking, Lando offered to come over for a few hours. He just wanted to comfort you in your time of need, as any good friend would do. Naturally. 

You weren’t keen on accepting the offer, since you didn’t want to give him whatever bug or virus you had contracted. The thought of having Lando over was intriguing, though. It would be nice to laugh with him, or have him sit with you while you watched TV…

And that was the exact reason you finally sent through the text to tell him that he was allowed to come over to yours. Lando was stunned when he saw you approve of his request. He was actually going to get to spend some time with you. Real, quality time without anyone else there.

Initially, his mum was not happy with the idea at all. It was expected, since letting a teenage boy go over to the house of the girl he likes all by himself with no parental supervision was traditionally a recipe for disaster. Hormones were running rampant, and it wasn’t far-fetched to assume what might happen. 

His dad had had the same thought, trying to convince Lando to take the condoms that he got from sex ed class with him while his mum wasn’t listening. It was safe to say that he had never been more mortified at anything his dad had ever said to him. 

He wouldn’t do that with you, not yet anyway. Had he thought about it? That was a completely different story, but that was a topic for a whole different day nonetheless, and he certainly didn’t think about that right now. It would have caused a whole world of problems. 

But, after plenty of begging and promising to be on his best behaviour, Lando’s mum relented. She said she needed to see you first to check that you were actually sick and not just using it as an excuse for him to come over, but she trusted the two of you.

Lando had also texted through to tell you not to make yourself dinner, since Lando’s mum had made extra food for him to bring over for you. A hearty beef stew, just what a sick person would need to warm their soul.

Him and his mum left their house as soon as he had gotten changed, and she had finished boxing up the stew that had been slow cooking all day. They also made a snack stop off on the way, Lando picking out some of your favourite chocolates and sweets that he knew you liked. 

On the more practical side of things, his mum forced him to take with him a box of paracetamols, ibuprofen and anti-nausea tablets. He was sure that you would already have those in the house, but she was right when she said it was the thought that counts. 

With his snacks and medicine stashed in his backpack, Lando got out of the car and walked up the path to our front door. His mum was watching with her eagle eyes from the car, ready to suss out a lie from a mile away.

As you opened the door, it was very clear that you were telling the truth. You were sick. You were wrapped in the biggest hoodie she thought she had ever seen, your face white as a ghost. Your eyes appeared a bit puffy from a distance, and it looked like you were holding tissues in your hand with one arm crossed over your stomach.

She was happy that you wouldn’t be up for anything with Lando anyway, even if it was meant to be that type of meeting, so she put the car into drive and headed home. 

Lando stood in front of the door for a second. He just let himself drink in the sight of you, clearly sick and uncomfortable. Somehow, though, you were still gorgeous as ever to him. You being ill hadn’t deterred him in the slightest. If anything, he wanted to be near you more so that he could take care of you like he knew you deserved.

“Come on in. Sorry, the place isn’t very tidy, I would’ve cleaned but I couldn’t really be arsed.” you said, standing aside to let him through the door. Even when you were sick, you still had that sass that he found so endearing. Your voice was deeper, more gravelly from throwing up. It wasn’t bad sounding, not by any means. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about that. I just care how you’re doing.” he softly smiled, following you through to the living room. Instantly, he spotted your safe haven for the day. In the corner of the L-shaped settee, pillows were expertly set up for you to be as comfortable as possible, as well as a blanket tossed to the side that probably ended up there when you had gotten up to answer the door.

You sat back down in your spot, Lando sitting next to you. He didn’t sit too close, not wanting to seem overbearing. Even if he knew that you would fit perfectly if you were snuggled into his side. 

“Do you want food now or would you rather wait a bit?” he asked, watching your reactions closely. He knew that you probably weren’t in the mood for eating right now, since there was no doubt that you were feeling nauseous. 

“Whenever you want is good, I don’t really mind,” you said, glad that Lando was going to make food for you. Cooking was not at the top of your list of activities you wanted to do.

“I also brought snacks, but I’m not sure if you really want those,” he chuckled, glancing over at his bag where your favourite chocolate was. “Do you want me to get you anything? A drink, another blanket, medicine for anything?” he offered, ready to spring into action if you needed anything.

“Just water, please. The glasses are in the kitchen to the top left of the sink. And you can get whatever you want out of the fridge or anything, you’ve got free reign.” you told him, and Lando was straight off the couch and straight into the kitchen.

He did as you asked, getting two glasses out of the aforementioned cupboard and filling them with tap water. “Do you want ice?” Lando called to you, earning a hoarse ‘yes please’ as a reply. You thought it would do good for your sore throat.

He found the ice in a drawer in the freezer, popping a few cubes into each glass with a plink. “Here,” he smiled, handing you the glass. You gave him a small smile as a thank you. Lando sat back down on the couch beside you, fully content with the silence that had settled between you. 

He couldn’t stand how pale you looked, how much he wanted to make you feel better. He felt completely useless. All he could do was sit there and try to help you to the best of his ability, but his attempts felt futile. “Are you sure there’s nothing-” Lando started, but was cut off when you rested your head on his shoulder. 

You didn’t know what had come over you, but you needed the comfort and his shoulder was the perfect height for your neck to be comfortable. You also didn’t stop yourself from snuggling into his side. He was warm, and he was a very good thing to cuddle up to, in your opinion. 

After a few moments, Lando felt less frigid with you. He was tense to start off with, the sudden affectionate gesture throwing him off guard somewhat. But, he quickly settled into it. He relaxed more, and he even let himself sling a comfortable arm over your shoulder. 

“Are you too warm?” Lando quietly asked, bringing a hand up to your forehead as he felt the heat of your body through your clothes. You were hotter than you usually would have been, but you didn’t have a high fever.

“Just a little, but it’ll go,” you told him, making no effort to move from the position you were in. You were extremely comfortable with your makeshift human pillow. Both of you sat there for  a while, and Lando could feel himself getting hungry.

He didn’t want to push you to have dinner, since he didn’t want to move you away from his side. This had been all he had wanted with you for ages, even if he was sure that it was just in a completely platonic, friendly way. 

“Hungry?” you broke the silence after hearing his stomach rumble. If you were looking at him, you would have seen the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah, but we can eat whenever you want to,” he reassured, not wanting to rush you. He would do everything on your terms, since you were the sick one and you were the one he was meant to be taking care of.

“No, dinner sounds good right about now. What did you say your mum made?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder so that you could look at him properly. He turned to look at you, and he was barely centimetres away from you. 

He could notice every freckle on your skin, every last rivet on your face, each tiny speck of colour in your eyes. He just wanted to lean in and steal a kiss, but he knew he’d be pushing his luck. But damn did he want to try.

“Beef stew. She also made dumplings but you don’t have to have those if you don’t want,” he told you.

“But the dumplings are the best bit,” you chuckled, getting up and starting to walk to the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked, getting up as well and approaching you. In his eyes, you were a fragile china doll who he just wanted to love and swaddle and protect. He already missed the warmth of you by his side, but he was sure he’d be back, cuddling up with you. 

“I was going to do the food?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, you’re not doing the food. I will. Go sit,” he said. You couldn’t even protest when he put a hand on the small of your back and gently pushed you back towards the couch. “Please, I’m here to help you, not make you do all the work yourself. That’s not fair. And, the food is in my bag so you won’t know where it is,” he told you, and you collapsed back into the cushions.

Lando smiled to himself, going to his backpack and producing the two containers of stew that he had packed. “Where are the plates?” he called to you as he popped them both in the microwave to warm up.

“Cupboard to the left of the fridge,” you shouted back. Well, it wasn’t really a shout. It was an attempt at one, the soreness of your throat not helping with your projection. 

Lando found the plates, scooping out the stew and dumplings out in even proportions. He wasn’t wanting to overface you, but he also didn’t want to give you a tiny amount that it seemed patronising.

He found the knives and forks himself, placing them on the plates and carrying them through. “Are we eating on the couch or do we have to eat at the table?” he asked.

“Normally we’d have to eat at the table, but I really don’t want to. As long as we don’t spill, it’s fine,” you said, shuffling closer to the arm of the chair so that you could balance your plate on it. 

“OK,” he nodded, putting your plate down next to you as he sat beside you, pulling the coffee table closer so that he could put his plate on there. “Eat whatever you want, I get that you’re probably not hungry,” he reassured, not wanting you to feel any pressure.

“Thank you, tell your mum that it’s absolutely delicious,” you said after scooping a forkful of stew and dumplings into your mouth. It was exactly what your body needed. Simple on the flavour, but warming to the soul. 

“It’s a favourite of mine,” he smiled, glad you like his mum’s cooking. It was nice to be able to share one of his favourite family dishes with you, especially in a setting so precious as your own home. 

The two of you ate in relative silence apart from a few passing comments as the time went by. You had the TV on quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching it. Lando leant back on the couch when he was done, his plate fully cleared.

You, on the other hand, had left about a quarter of your food. Lando didn’t take it to heart, since he was sure that nausea wasn’t making eating the most pleasant experience for you. He watched as you put your knife and fork to the side fully before assuming you were finished.

“Again, tell your mum that that is absolutely delicious. I would have finished it on a normal day,” you smiled, and he appreciated the consolation that you would’ve eaten it. 

“I’ll go and do the dishes,” he said, picking up both of your plates. If only his mum could see him now. Doing the dishes. He never offered to do the dishes at home, him and his siblings working on a rota throughout the week. So to see him doing it voluntarily, she would have been proud of him. 

“You can just put them in the dishwasher. Under the microwave,” you told him, and he found the larger drawer and opened the dishwasher. He slotted the plates in, before closing the machine back up and going back to sit with you. 

“Do you want dessert or would you rather give it a miss?” he asked, bringing his backpack over to where he was sitting with you and rooting through the crinkly packets of sweets and bars of chocolate. He dumped them all out on the table, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had brought all of your favourites.

“Ugh, I wish I could but I really don’t think it would be the most sensible idea for my stomach…” you said, feeling bad that you wouldn’t even be able to eat the stuff he had brought for you, and so thoughtfully as well.

“It’s OK, I’ll leave them here and you can have them when you’re feeling better,” he said, slinging an arm back around your shoulders. He was glad to have made the first move this time, and you snuggled into his side yet again. 

He had never been so comfortable with someone, never been so content. This was what he thought a relationship was meant to be. A real relationship. Cuddles, conversations and taking care of each other. 

Lando pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over your shoulders, making sure you were tucked in and cozy. Without thinking, like many things he did when he was around you, he planted a quick but soft kiss on the top of your head. He hoped you hadn’t noticed, but the way you tensed in his arms told him the opposite.

“Tell me if you get too warm, OK?” he mumbled, trying to distract from the sudden gesture of affection. In truth, he wanted to do it again. 

“I will,” you confirmed, relaxing in his embrace again. Your mind was racing though. Lando. Kissed you. Lando had just kissed you. You’d wanted him for so long and then he had just kissed you. Yes, it was only on the top of your head, but it was a kiss nonetheless. 

Both of you tried to focus on the TV rather than the storm of feelings that was swirling inside the both of you, unsure of what to do next. Ignoring it seemed like the least awkward, but tackling it head on seemed like the mature option. And, it would probably have a better outcome.

But, you felt the feeling of nausea creeping up on you. The one that had become awfully familiar over the last couple of days. Lando felt you tense up again, unsure of what was wrong. Before he had the chance to ask, however, you were on your feet and striding towards the bathroom. 

As he heard you start to wretch, it felt like his heart was breaking. He couldn’t stop himself as he followed you in, kneeling down your hunched over form. “It’s OK, you’re OK, let it all out…” he soothed, reiterating the words that his mum used to say to him when he was sick. 

His hand found a place on your back, rubbing up and down to try and offer some comfort, and trying to show that he was there for you. “I’m sorry, this is really gross,” you said, feeling unbelievably embarrassed that Lando was having to see you puke your guts out with his own beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not phased. I’ve got younger siblings, I’m used to a hell of a lot worse,” he joked, not wanting you to feel ashamed that you were sick. If anything, he was glad that you were throwing up when he was around so that you had someone to comfort you.

Lando noticed how you kept tucking your hair behind your ears and how it kept slipping back in front of your face, so he held it all back with his free hand that wasn’t rubbing circles on your back. “You’ll feel so much better in a few minutes,” he consoled.

“I promise it’s not your mum’s cooking,” you mumbled, not wanting him to feel like you didn’t like it. 

“I know, it’s OK. You’re sick, this is bound to happen,” he chuckled, letting go of your hair as you sat back against the tiled wall of the bathroom. 

You looked even more pale, and you looked tired. “Do you want a water? Cold compress?” he asked. 

“Water, please,” you hoarsely said, your throat scratchy from throwing up. Lando retrieved your glass off the coffee table, filling it up in the kitchen and dropping in some ice cubes. “Here,” he said, handing the glass to you and making sure you had a proper grasp of it before he let go. 

As you drank, he picked up a wash cloth off the counter and wet it with lukewarm water. Lando knelt down in front of you, tilting your chin up with his finger. He gently cleaned around your mouth, before letting your head drop back down. 

There was something so intimate about the moment, about letting him take care of you. You were glad that he was so comfortable with being close to you, with touching you and helping you. It was also a miracle that he actually knew what to do. 

Lando remembered from all the times his mum looked after him when he was sick, or when he had to look after his siblings. It was different with you, though. It was better with you. “I think you should go to bed,” he said, offering a hand out to help you up from your spot on the floor. 

“No, no. The couch is good,” you dismissed, not wanting to be sat in bed while Lando was just chilling in the house. 

“Please? You really need more comfortable rest. Plus, you’ve been on the couch all day and a change of scenery would be good for you,” he pushed, eager to get you more settled in bed. “I don’t have to come in with you if you don’t want, I just want you to be more comfortable,” he added, suddenly conscious of the fact that you might not want him in your bedroom with you.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind you being in there. As long as you’re not in there by the time my parents get home, we’re all good.” you sighed, taking his hand and hauling yourself up onto your feet. Lando stood close to you, ready to assist if you felt wobbly on your feet or if you needed to be sick again.

You lead him through to your room, and he couldn’t help but look around. In many ways, it was just what he expected to see for your room. A desk pressed up against the wall with a cork board hanging overhead. It had revision lists, to do lists, and even a few photos with your nearest and dearest friends. He was surprised to see a photo of you and him up there, one that he had sneakily taken in the library when the librarian wasn’t looking.

This was during the time that you spent revising together, or doing homework, or just messing around. You were buried in your work, and it looked like maths homework while he looked at it. Half of the picture was occupied by Lando pulling a silly face into the camera. 

He remembered that it was one of the first things he had ever sent you after he had finally gotten your number, but he didn’t think you’d go to the effort of getting it printed and putting it up on your board. “You’ve put that picture up, huh?” he asked, looking at the other pictures there. 

Most of them were with people he didn’t know, the odd few with people he had seen around school. The others, he assumed, were of you and your family at birthday parties and get together. His eyes were more drawn to a picture of you and another boy. You had your arms around each other, goofy smiles plastered on your faces.

He didn’t know why he felt a pang of jealousy ripple through him, but he didn’t like the thought of another guy with his hands on you. Or having a space on your cork board. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to the boy in the image.

“That’s my cousin,” you said with a small smirk. You could tell he was envious of the boy, and you saw his shoulders sag in relief when he heard that there wasn’t any competition for you. Well, there wasn’t any competition. He had been declared the winner a long time ago, he just hadn’t realised yet. Not realised completely, anyway. 

“Ah, cousin, right…” he said, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Of course it was your cousin, he’d know if there was another guy in your life. 

You crawled into bed, pulling back the covers to shuffle under. Lando watched as you propped up the pillows to your liking, and all he wanted to do was get in there with you and hold you until you fell asleep. “Would you like anything?” he asked, trying to distract from his jealousy. 

“Another water, please,” you said, and Lando was right on the case. You were so glad to have invited Lando over today, since it really was your saving grace. He was brilliant at taking care of you, and it seemed like he genuinely wanted to.

Plus, the little moments that you shared along the way were like golden nuggets along a path. You loved them. From leaning into his side and snuggling him, to when he kissed you on the head, all the moments with him were perfect. You still weren’t over the fact that he had kissed you, but there were zero complaints coming from you. 

“There you go,” he smiled, walking bag in and placing the glass of water down on your nightstand with a clink of the ice. He took in your cozy form, all snuggled up in that blue hoodie and- wait.

That was his hoodie. He had lent it to you a couple days ago when his mum had picked you up like she did a couple times a week. And now, you were wearing it when you were sick and were in need of comfort. 

“My hoodie, eh?” he said with a teasing tone to his voice. He was glad you were in it, and he didn’t want you in anything that wasn’t his hoodie at this point. The sudden possessiveness wasn’t unwelcomed completely, but it was out of nowhere for the most part. 

“Yeah, it’s really comfy and warm. But I’ll get it washed and back to you,” you said, snuggling down into the covers even more. 

“You don’t have to give it back, keep it. Looks better on you than it does on me,” he smiled, liking the idea of you always having one of his hoodies on standby. It was one of the most classic cliches in the book, and now you two were living it out. 

“Really? I don’t mind giving it back,” you dismissed, enjoying the idea of keeping the hoodie, but also feeling bad that he was just giving to you, seemingly without much thought.

“No, no. Seriously, it’s all yours,” Lando reassured, still standing by the bed. His stance was slightly awkward as he fiddled with his fingers, since he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He could take a risk and get in the other side with you, but he didn’t want to push it since he was already in your bedroom to begin with. 

He could pull up your desk chair to sit beside the bed, but then he also ran the risk of invading your space if you wanted to nap without him just sitting there and watching you. 

“Do you want to sit?” you asked, answering his question for him as you patted the empty space beside you on the bed. Lando felt like his heart was in his throat as he rounded the bed without thinking. His legs just carried him before his brain had time to protest. 

Lando sat against the headboard beside you, not wanting to get under the covers with you. Well, he did want to, but that definitely felt like he would be pushing it. You turned over to look at him, lying on your side as you looked up at him. 

God, how he just wanted to run his fingers through your hair and hold you until you fell asleep in his arms. Your cheeks were still flushed and your nose was slightly red, but it just made you even more adorable in his eyes. 

“You should really get some rest,” he softly said, wanting you to get better. At the same time, he knew he’d have to leave if you fell asleep. Your parents would be getting home within the hour, and he didn’t want to be found in your room while you were asleep.

He was expecting you to protest, but he was sure you still weren’t feeling well after being sick and dealing with the trials and tribulations of your illness. All you did was nod, shifting a little to get comfortable before closing your eyes.

“Thank you for today, Lando. I really needed it.” you mumbled, keeping your eyes closed. 

“Anytime,” he replied, glad that you had appreciated his efforts. He knew you would, but to be thanked was nice regardless. 

“I would let you stay, but I don’t know how my parents would react to me having a boy in my room. You’re welcome to stay for now though, they should be getting home in about 45 minutes,” you told him, and he had made the split second decision to stay for around half an hour. 

“That’s OK, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” he said. It was nice knowing that you wanted him to stay, but he understood what might have been assumed if he stayed and if your parents had caught him there. 

You didn’t respond, just letting your sick and weary body rest. Your breathing evened out, your chest rising and falling as you slept. Lando pulled his phone out of his pocket to text his mum, and she replied in due time to say that she would be there to pick him up in half an hour. That would give him a bit more time with you, but he would be gone with plenty of time before your parents returned home.

You just looked so peaceful, your illness not giving you any hassle as you were protected by your slumber. He wanted to take a picture to keep it forever, but he just had to be content with a mental snapshot for now. 

All he did was watch you sleep for the next twenty minutes, before he had to prepare himself to go. He didn’t want to leave your side in case you threw up again, or in case you needed him, but he had to. 

Lando collected the tupperware that he had brought the stew in and put it back in his bag, also making sure that no traces of his presence were left behind. Then, he let himself sit with you for a little bit longer. 

He had to keep checking his phone every few minutes, before the text that he was dreading came through. His mum was here and he had to leave you behind. Sure, your parents would be home soon and you’d have someone to look after you, but he preferred to do it himself. 

He left the sweets and chocolates that he had brought on your desk. Also, he tore a piece of paper out of one of your notebooks and wrote you a short note. He left it on top of the snacks, before standing in the doorway to your room and looking back at your sleeping form. 

Lando allowed himself to walk back over to your side, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Get better soon, I miss you.” he whispered, thinking back to how dull his day was without even seeing you in the halls. 

He couldn’t stop himself, there was just something about the feeling of your skin under his lips that he was getting a little obsessed with, and he definitely needed to rein it in before it got out of hand and he did something that took it too far. 

Then he had to go. He had to focus on walking down the stairs and out of the house so that his self control wouldn’t slip and so that he wouldn’t end up back in your room and back in your bed, where he knew he could keep you safe.

His mum was waiting outside, smiling as he got in the car. “How was she, sweetheart?” she asked, also being concerned about your wellbeing ever since Lando had told her about your current condition. 

“She isn’t feeling great. She was sick after dinner, and she just looked overall… flat.” he said, unsure on how to describe the state that you were in. 

“Bless her, that’s not good. Do you think she enjoyed the company?” she asked, pulling away from the curb and starting the drive home.

“I think she did, yeah,” he kept his answer short, not wanting to divulge into the fact that the two of you were practically snuggling on the couch and that he was suddenly so comfortable with kissing you on the head whenever he felt like it. “I might go back over tomorrow, she definitely won’t be in school tomorrow.” he said, hoping that you would be on board with the idea as well. 

“I think she’d appreciate that,” his mum agreed, smirking internally. It was obvious how smitten Lando was, but it was also absolutely adorable. His desire to take care of you was obvious, and  she was happy to encourage it as much as she could. He really was growing up into a fine young man. 

— 

As Lando predicted, you weren’t in school the next day. He was sneaking off to the bathroom to text you constantly throughout the duration of the school day, and he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. 

You told him how you were doing a little better and how you were able to eat the snacks he had left behind. It was good for him to know that he was providing you comfort, even when he wasn’t by your side. 

He still missed not seeing you around, though. It wasn’t the same without those stolen glances from across the corridor, or sitting with you during maths. He was longing for you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that that was the case. 

And finally, the next day rolled around and he was ready to endure another day without you. That was, until, he walked into maths and nearly stopped in his tracks. There you were, sitting in your seat with your books out in front of you. 

“You’re back…” he said in the otherwise empty classroom, Mrs Kennedy smirking to herself as she saw his reaction to your return. She was confident that Lando was absolutely besotted by you, and this only confirmed her suspicions. 

“Yeah, I didn’t want to miss much more,” you nodded, and he came to sit down beside you. Lando’s eyes scanned you up and down as if he were checking you over. He wanted to make sure your illness was fully gone, and he wasn’t opposed to trying to get you sent home if you weren’t feeling well. 

You looked a lot better than you had the other day, albeit still tired, but a lot better. The colour had returned to your cheeks and your eyes looked brighter. “Good, I was getting bored without you,” he smiled, his mind wandering back to the few hours he spent taking care of you.

How he longed to go back to that, to holding you and making sure you were alright. But, he had to focus on the fact that you were better. You were back, and you were better. That was what mattered. 

It didn’t take away from the fact that he wanted to be like that with you all the time, but he would take what he would get for now. The fear was that your vulnerability had only exacerbated his feelings for you, and he’d need to do something about it, and quickly. 

Lando was in too deep, and there was no turning back now. 

A/N - Here we are my loves, as promised! Thank you all so much for all of the excitement for the return of this series, it really means the world! Drop some ideas in my inbox for the next parts in this series, I wanna know where you guys want to see this story go! Love y'all💖

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HERE ME OUTTT…

Platonic yandere bowers gang.

The reader is a freshman, shes just a clueless 14 year old who needs someone to guide her, why not that be the bowers gang?

Platonic yandere bowers gang x freshman reader

You weren’t particularly bad kid

Sure, you mouthed off to teachers and smoked behind the bleachers on rough days

But you also kept up with your studies and got pretty good grades

So you weren’t a bad kid, certainly not bad enough to avoid snide comments or harassment

Certainly not bad enough to catch the eyes of anyone important, or at least you thought anyway

You had met belch first

After a particularly cruel day caused by your classmates constant teasing and bullying, you had decided to hide out behind the bleachers for a quick smoke and to reevaluate your life choices

But instead of the usual quietness, you heard frustrated mumblings and the sounds of crunched up papers

You peaked your head around and saw an extremely frustrated belch sat on the ground with papers scrunched up in his hands as he attempted to solve whatever was on the paper

You had planned to just turn around and pretend you saw nothing, but fate had another plan for you as belch coincidentally looked to his left and made eye contact with you

Belch stiffened and began to plan out how to best beat you into forgetting what you saw, but before he could even rise up from the ground you spoke

“Do you want some help?” You had asked quite calmly considering the situation, and belch had noticed there was not one smidge of mockery or pity in your tone

He would have almost called your tone kind if it weren’t for your monotone delivery

Belch was stunned into a paralysed state as you calmly sat yourself next to him and read over the math problems he had been attempting

Half an hour later you had helped him complete the sheet, practically finishing it all by yourself at that point

Belch was about to threaten you into silence but you just stood up and walked away, not intimidated by him in the slightest

You, a lowly freshman, was not intimidated by him, one of the biggest and scariest people in school

Belch was so taken aback that he immediately reported his findings to Henry, who let a plot grow in his head

While the bowers gang had a few very intelligent members, they were all failing extraordinarily

All of their grades were written with a ‘do better’ message and delivered with a sigh from their teachers

So an idea popped into Henry’s head

Why should they do all of their work when they can just get someone else to do it for them

And now he knows about this genius freshman from belch, well it was almost fate in Henry’s eyes

He rounded up the boys and stalked you throughout your day at school to find a chance to corner you

They watched as you sat through your first lessons with a bored expression and they also watched as you completed the class work in less than ten minutes before just staring out the window for the rest of the time

They watched as you got relentlessly picked on by your peers and they watched as you finally grew tired enough of it to get up and leave the classroom, deciding to just skip considering you already knew what was being taught

They couldn’t help but he slightly fascinated with how you carried yourself

You were a genius, that was very much clear

But you almost seemed like you were reluctant with your intelligence, like the mere fact that you existed bored and exhausted you

Henry in his own brand of narcissism, couldn’t help but think he was the same

He was not, he was intelligent but he could never fully match up to you

But he projected the idea that you were exactly like him, that you two were two peas in a pod

Two geniuses surrounded by idiots

He finally thought he had found an equal

It was then that he decided that instead of just intimidating you into doing what they wanted, he’d make you a deal

And that’s what he did as he and his boys cornered you behind the bleachers

He made you an offer, you complete all their work and get them good grades and they’d allow you to sit with them at lunch and would keep your tormentors away

You were reluctant to accept this offer considering you understood that the boys in front of you were not good people and it was likely you wouldn’t be treated well during this agreement but you were just so tired of being picked on that you agreed anyway

So the deal was made and from that day forward you’d sit with them at lunch and would complete their work for them during the periods that you skipped, most of the time one of them joined you

Most of the group didn’t understand why Henry had extended this offer to you in the first place, didn’t understand his weird fascination with you

They all began to understand individually with time

Patrick began his obsession when he realised that he could make being in your presence a game

Patrick is a sociopath, there’s no sugar coating it because it’s just the truth

And Patrick loves to torment, he likes to manipulative and he likes to cause pain to his chosen target

And it’s only after a few times he tries to target you that he realises that you don’t succumb as easily as other people

Any words he spewed, any plots he cooked up and any sickly sweet manipulative tactics he tried to use, you would most of the time simply see through it

This made whenever Patrick finally did break you down all the more satisfying

It became a somewhat game of cat and mouse to him as he attempted to find the best ways to hurt you

But Patrick also quickly noticed he despises when someone other than him and the others tried the same methods to hurt you, that’s why he scared off all of your tormentors and bullies

He wants to be your biggest and only bully

And he wants the satisfaction of finally overcoming your intelligence and breaking you more than anything

Victor was the next one to become obsessed with you

Victor was the verbal punching bag of the group, or he thought he was considering how he denies ever acknowledging his cruelty towards belch

But with you, he finally had someone who was below him

In his eyes no matter how smart you were, your still younger than him and you clearly need guidance in how to survive in highschool

He could sweetly (meanly and roughly) condescend you and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it because you were the bottom of the food chain

You validated his want to be needed, to know better and be better than someone

He purposely ignores the fact that intelligence wise and probably in most ways your better than him

He doesn’t care as long as he can keep treating you like a clueless little lamb who wandered into the den of wolves

Belch was quickly taken with you considering he always struggled with his intelligence and you had helped him that afternoon in a calmer manner than any teacher had

But he also enjoyed that your not scared of him despite that fact you definitely should be

You spoke to him without mockery but you also didn’t mince your words, you explained things without sugar coating his failures but you also didn’t rub his loses in his face

The other question why he has you teach him instead of just having you do his work, but you help him learn and overcome his insecurities that he’s had about his intelligence for years now

Maybe that’s why he’s so protective of you, maybe that’s why he begin to view you as a sister figure

Belch doesn’t care to expand his thoughts on that subject beyond the fact that he knows it’ll be hard to ever let go of you now

Henry and you have a weird dynamic

In some ways Henry views you as somewhat of an equal, in others he views you as the bottom of the food chain considering you can hardly defend yourself

His fascination brews from the need to be what you are, he’s always wanted to be the smartest in the room and his inherent narcissism had deluded him into believing that’s true

And now he has you, someone who actually is the smartest person in the room

Sometimes deep down Henry can’t tell if he’s obsessive with you because he wants to have an equal or if he just secretly wants what you have

He also enjoys that your unafraid of speaking the truth to him

You don’t sugarcoat your words when talking to him, which is a risky move on your part but it seems to work for you for now

You’ll openly disagree with his decisions if you believe they’re wrong, and usually Henry would kill someone for disrespecting him by disagreeing

But he feels more open to listening to you, feels more inclined to taking your advice

Your almost like a right hand to Henry, that’s if he ever actually admitted that your anything to him

But you are, because he’s already threatened and hurt the people who hurt you and is actively making sure that his presence surrounds you enough so that anyone within a few feet of you will flee out of fear

Henry believes that your just like him, therefore it’s his duty to guide you to the right path

To guide you into his path

You just didn’t realise how intrusive and dangerous this guidance would become

Sorry if this didn’t make sense at all 😭🙏

I’m trying to go for a sister sage and homelander type dynamic here but it probably doesn’t work

I just had the idea and thought I’d mix it with the ask tbh

Anyway, what did you think? :)

[leiswxrld]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairing: Dealer!Abby x Camgirl!reader

synopsis: you’re a college student when you suddenly ran out of your fix of weed and your normal dealer is out of town so Ellie your closest friend gives you abby's number a well-known dealer on your campus but all you'll be getting is the weed right?

warnings: MDNI, 18+, pussy eating (r receiving), weed, smut, car sex, fingering (r receiving), reader is 20, praise + degradation (baby, princess, slut, mama) , dirty talk.

a/n: haven't wrote lesbian smut before but anything for abby she is so mf fine, also another thing to mention cam girl only gets mentioned once but might make it an actual thing.

credits: @cafekitsune @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for line dividers ❥

Abby Fucking Anderson.

She was the college's well known dealer and was always known to be selling drugs towards the back of the parking lot. You would see her black Mercedes parked out back and only caught a glimpse of her, she was well built, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of baggy shorts to go with it.

Her hair was always in a braid or down no in-inbetween and you barley saw her face, you'd occasionally smoke when you were stressed about the amount of assignments piling up and your last dealer was out of town so you knew he wouldn't be back for another month or so and you were desperate for some weed.

So when you ask one of closest friend's Ellie she gives you Abby's number and your now sat in the dark in your room conflicted, deciding whether or not to message her but with a rush of confidence you send her a text, watching the delivered message on your screen illuminating your room.

'You still selling'

A few minutes pass by as you're scrolling on TikTok, the anticipation killing you as you kept checking the message over and over again. Your eyes widen as you saw that she had seen your message and she began to type, the three dots appearing on your screen before a loud ding echoed in the silent dorm.

🍃 'Yh sorry was just with one of my boys if you want I'll be out back you've seen my car right'

You read the message, tapping on the back of your phone thinking of what to reply with before your typing away,

'The black Mercedes right'

She's reads it, the three dots appearing once again

🍃 'Yh meet in 5, you go to the college right'

'Yh I do'

🍃 'k meet in 5 yh'

'alr' ❤️

Abby likes your message and you turn off your phone, what were you doing, yes you were desperate for a quick fix but to go to Abby you were fucking nervous about even though you had never seen her face or even talked to her eye to eye.

You quickly dressed into the quickest thing you could find, a black skirt and pink top that was thrown onto your basket from yesterday and you grab your keys and phone, sliding into your fluffy slippers before leaving your room. It was beyond curfew just gone after 10 as you quickly leave the building, the cold bristly air hitting your arms, giving you goosebumps.

You make your way towards the back entrance parking lot, quickly spotting the black Mercedes, the trunk was open and Abby was dressed in her usual attire of a tank top and shorts with a boy just stood just a few feet from her, you recognised him to be Darren from your 1st period science lesson that sat a few seats behind you.

Approaching you finally see her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful, blue eyes, pale skin and cute freckles spread out across her nose and cheeks. A few strands fell to her face as she laughed at something Darren said, she must have noticed you approaching in her peripheral vision because her attention turned towards you as so Darren's.

Your legs felt like jelly as you got approached, her eyes scanning your face before slightly looking you up and down stopping at your thighs. Did abby just check you out ?

"Your Y/N right" she spoke out, the raspiness of her voice making your knees buckle slightly.

Darren crosses his arms before his eyes widen, "Oh shit Y/N your in my maths class right" he says, "Science, i'm in your science class"

"shit my bad" he turns to abby and you notice the small bag of weed in his left hand, "thanks abby, see you next week yeah" he says, going to dab her up as abby reciprocates.

"You know it" Darren gives you a ‘nice to see you again’ slightly smiling before walking off happily towards the boys dorm. "So Ellie tells me you're trying get some weed yeah" she asks as your attention turns back to her.

"oh yeah I just run out and needed a quick fix" You reply and she hums going to her trunk and pulling a small box tucked towards the back, opening it and revealing a fuck load of drugs. "How much"

You don't usually know the amount you buy since your dealer just recommends the it and your just stood there contemplating, "You alright"

"Yeah sorry my dealer normally recommends the amount so I don't really know how much" she pauses, biting her lips before grabbing one little baggy. "3 grams alright for you, it's one of my best sellers at the moment"

You eye the bag before nodding, "Yeah that's fine how much will it be" you reply going to grab your purse and pulling a few hundred dollar bills. "Shit what do you do, no college student should have that amount of cash unless your a stripper or sum'

Your cheeks heat up as you meet her very intense eyes, you were what some called a cam girl, fucking yourself with different toys for people online and hooking up with people you've met around college that promised to keep your little side hustle a secret, the only few people who knew about what you did was Ellie since you had accidentally left your computer open on the site and she managed to accidentally press the recent video of your fucking yourself with one of your toys since she needed to access a file on your computer and she promised she'd keep it a secret.

"oh- I uh sell clothes from now and then so that's how I make most of my money aside from my job" Abby notice's your nervous stammers but decides to leave it.

"Well it's $50 for 3 grams" she replies as she watches you pull out five ten dollar bills, handing it to her. She takes it stuffing it into her pocket, "Nice making business with you Y/N" she replies, passing you the small baggy and closing the trunk,

She turns around to still see you stood their a conflicted expression on your face, "sum wrong"

"Yh no I normally smoke this with someone, usually can't finish a blunt by myself, I'll end up getting too high but its alright thanks" your about to walk away before Abby's voice stop's you.

"If you want I can smoke some with you and then the next time you come to me I'll give you a discount" she offers and you think about it for a second "Sure I'm down, anything for a discount" you joke and she smiles.

"Let's do it in my car don't want to attract attention" she says, walking towards there driver door before getting in and you follow getting into the passenger side.

"Do you mind if I turn on the car, it's bit cold in here- you sure you ain't cold in that little skirt you got on" she implies, looking at the black plait skirt that barley covered your knees.

"Say's the person with shorts that barley cover their legs...I should be asking you the same question" you remark and she chuckles turning on the engine and you feel the warm breeze hit your legs as you go to adjust the mini fan on the dashboard to face your direction.

Abby goes to connect her phone to the car, the familiar song Die for you emitting from the speakers. "Pass the bag princess" your heart skips a beat at the nickname Abby gave you, watching as her arms tense up as you pass her the little bag with weed in. She grabs a small brown paper from her pocket and you watched as she fixed up the blunt, rolling it into the familiar shape and sealing it.

She takes a lighter from the cupholder and passes the blunt to you, lighting it whilst it's in between your lips and you take a long drag from it, entering through your lungs before exhaling into the air, the familiar feeling hit's you as your body relax's and your eyes droop slightly. You pass the blunt to Abby who mimics your actions as you see the veins in her hand pop out.

Your both sat in silence whilst taking turns hitting the blunt before abby speaks up,

"Shit...been a long time since I've hit a blunt" abby admits as she passes it back, "Really how long"

"Been about a month" you look at her, "Shit how come" taking in a drag once more, "I never really got the time to business been busy lately"

"Oh so you only sell to college students or you're just selling when you can" you ask, rolling the window down to allow the smoke to leave through the little crack. "A bit a both I just sell when I can" she pauses looking at you, "So how long you known Ellie for"

"Since high school she's one of my closest friends, trust that girl with my life"

"Surprised Ellie didn't tell me she had such a pretty friend" you looked at her, realising Abby Anderson had just called you pretty, you were at the point were your high as fuck, your eyes were a tinted red and your breathing increased slowly, the feeling of your panties getting soaked was prominent

You were desperately getting horny and your attraction to Abby didn't help in your situation but make you wetter, the sexual tension in the car was high as you both feel silent, nothing only but the music playing in the background, abby watches the way you lick your lips before making her move.

It's slow and sensual, her hand laying gently across your jaw as your hand goes to grip her hair, the blunt long gone from your hand. You gasp as her hand slides into your panties and you feel her smirk against your lips at the wet mess you created.

"So fucking wet for me princess" she groans, your whimper's muted by the music as she slides her fingers in between your folds.

She takes her fingers out, placing them into her mouth. "It's always the pretty ones with the best tasting pussy" she mutters, sucking every last bit off her fingers.

"Please" you plead, grinding into her hand, her lips quirk up as she pulls her fingers out of her mouth with a plop. "Please what baby"

"Please fuck me" her hand grips your thigh as the once soft blue eyes you had fawn over had been replaced with darkened ones, "With what"

"Your fingers'" you plead, your legs opening slightly as her fingers tread carefully towards your aching cunt.

"Lay your seat down princess" she orders and you quickly go to pull down the latch beside you allowing abby to climb over to your side carefully watching you as she pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.

"So pretty for me mama" she latches her lips onto your aching clit, you gasp slightly leaning back into the seat, her tongue slowly licks every crevice and every spot with care and your hand snakes up into her dark blonde hair.

The filthy wet sounds from your pussy, bounced off the car walls as she sucked on your clit, the dirty moans from abby's mouth vibrating against your cunt, "Oooooh fuck" you moan, the elongated fuck coming from your mouth as you briefly make eye contact with Abby. "Your make such pretty sounds baby let's see how much louder you can get for me"

You gasp as she slips two fingers in with her mouth still attached to your cunt, fingering that spongy spot with every harsh thrust of her fingers at a rapid pace, sucking and slurping on your juices as she hollows her mouth around your clit, your juices dripping down abby's face. You grind your hips into her fingers, your eyes rolling back and jaw slacking with every movement letting your eyes fall back onto hers.

Strands were sticking to her forehead, the glimpses of her pretty freckles covered in your juices made her look even prettier than before and her muscular arms forcing your legs open making it impossible to shut them. "Look at you grinding your pussy into my face like a helpless slut, is it good hmm"

She whispers, watching the way your legs began to buckle under her grip, the way you got so fucking pussy drunk from it soaked her boxers. "it feel's so fucking good abby..." you scream, your legs threatening to close on her face, abby could just suffocate in your pussy at the sweet taste, you were so addictive that she could go down on you for fucking hours.

"I knew you liked this shit hmm...did you dress like this knowing you were going to get fucked stupid" you go silent for a second feeling an orgasm building up as abby goes to slap your pussy, "I know you can fucking talk slut... tell me"

"y...yes- fuck- I did" she grins continuing her pace, "nasty bitch" those words alone managed to make you squirt all over her face, the juices splattering on the seat and dashboard as your eyes rolled deep into your head, the grip on her hair tighter than before as she continues to eat you out, "made such a mess baby didn't know you were a squirter"

"wait- abs mhmm.... please stop" you beg, the sensitivity of your clit, making you shake as she continues til your licked clean. satisfied she comes up, face covered in your juices bringing you into a kiss allowing you to taste yourself.

"Same place next week" she offers and you smile giving her another kiss, "sure abs".

[kavlitzlver]

2007 tom and f!reader go to the same school blah blah blah and then they do it in a classroom when the classes are over OR hcs about how they go to the same school both sfw and nsfw thank u

OKAY I LOVE THIS IDEA i can work with this, just hope you like it <33

be quiet.

Tom Kaulitz x Fem!reader

summary: You and Tom go to the same school together and secretly have been friends with benefits for quite some time now, neither of your other band members or anyone else at school knows, but seeing each other in school all the time and not fuck is harder than you both thought….

warnings : rough sex, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex

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I feel his hand on my lap, slowly moving towards my inner thigh, his thumb stroking the soft skin of my legs that peeked through the tight black skirt I was wearing. “Tom..” I mumble as i nudge him, he grinned at my widened eyes as i scanned the room for any curious looks from our classmates, scared that someone might notice. It was so weird that no one noticed the looks Tom and I gave each other recently, how we behaved less like best friends but more like a couple, I feel like he didn’t even notice it himself. We’ve been sleeping with each other for a few months now, one day he’s my best friend and we’re goofing around like always, the next his hand is wrapped around my neck while he’s deep inside me. It was confusing.

“Been too long y/n….need you” he whispered into my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine, those words alone were enough to just take him right here and there, to send me over the edge in the middle of class.

“After school ‘kay?” I take his hand and place it back down on the table, nudging him in the shoulder “We’re in the middle of-“

“Y/n. Might wanna share what you and Tom are talking about? Sounds interesting” the teacher interrupted us, making me flinch away from him, I shook my head and focussed back on the lesson. I saw Bill turning around to us and giving me a silly look, I knew that he knew something was going on, it was Bill, he sensed those things. “After school at my place.” I say to Tom, not even looking at him when I felt his hand back on my thigh, he was so needy, so horny, all the damn time, I cross my legs, automatically making it impossible for him to arouse me, I could hear his sigh as he tried to focus back on the lesson.

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Math class was over, I started packing up my stuff and was about to leave the room when I felt a tight grip around my waist. “Wait a sec.” Tom smirked, pulling me back to our seats, “Lets skip Biology hm?” he had that lustful grin on his face, his hands tightened, his tongue playing with his lip ring, I couldn’t say no, not to this look, not to him staring me up and down like that. “Can’t wait till after school..”

“You guys coming?” Bill stopped mid way, looking at us with crossed arms and raised eyebrows, i clear my throat. “Go ahead, we skip” Tom responded in a confident voice, knowing Bill would never skip a class in the last week of school. Bill nodded disappointedly, heading outside the classroom with Georg and Gustav, who looked just as confused.

I watched as Tom walked to the entry of the room, closing the door and locking it after making sure no one had seen us. I was taking off my jacket when I felt his two warm hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my soft skin, pulling me back in a swift motion, he presses me close to him, showing me how hard he is as he started kissing my neck. I was tense, unsure if that was really a good idea, wouldn’t we get in huge trouble when someone catches us?

“Tom I-“ he turns me around in a quick motion, my words being interrupted by a rough kiss, his hands wandered down to my thighs, gripping my legs and lifting me up on one of the tables. “You look so good in that skirt…so fucking good” his raspy whisper send shivers down my spine, he groaned into my neck as he grinded against my core through the soft material of my skirt. I let myself fall into the moment, shaking off every concern I had when I found my way into his jeans, unbuttoning them with the other and taking out the belt through the loops in a rough motion, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

The grin on his face as I started to slowly run my fingers along his length was unbearable, the way his eyes turned so lustful, he was making me insane, I get a hold onto his cock and start moving my hand back and forth, causing his grin to turn into a gasp, his head leaned back.

I take his pants off, letting them pool at his feet when I get off the table and down on my knees, my hands placed on his waist, my tongue liking the tip before I almost swallow him whole, the room now filled with his groans as he grabbed my hair into a ponytail. His moans like music to my ears, a grin formed on my face as I saw the pleasure I caused him. “Fuck…..”

“Get up….need to hurry baby” I shivered when he called me that, he never did before, I do as he said and sat back down on the table, i didn’t even bother taking of my skirt when Toms finger already played with the thin material of my panties, pulling them to the side and entering his middle finger into me in a swift motion, leaving me a moaning mess. He curled his finger just the right way to hit my g spot, his dreads falling into my face as he sucked on the soft skin of my neck, leaving marks just as always.

“Tom we need to hurry…” Moans cut off my speech, he nodded and exited my core, a gasp leaving my mouth as he licked my juices off his finger, positioning himself before my entrance. He entered me roughly, his hands on my waist as he pushed into me hard, not even stopping so I could adjust. “just like that..” he groaned, digging his fingers into my flesh. He quickened his pace even more, mouth open as he moaned in pleasure, his heartbeat racing just as mine as he kissed me roughly, his tongue intertwining with mine. I broke the kiss as i couldn’t contain my whimpers, sensing that i’m close to reaching my peak, “gonna cum..”

“I’m not done.” he grabbed me by my neck with one hand, the other now found a way under my skirt, his thumb circling around my clit when my legs began to tense, a satisfied smirk resting on his face as he witnessed the effect he had on me. My eyes were shut, mouth open as one moan escaped after the other when suddenly we heard someone trying to open the door.

Tom stayed inside me, but slowed down his movements as he continued to move in and out, his hand now roughly placed on my mouth to stop me from moaning. It seemed like whoever wanted to enter was now gone and Tom quickened up his pace again, rubbing my clit with his thumb and buttoning me completely until I was a moaning mess and reached my high. Tom was near the end too when his movements became sloppier and he finally released himself.

“Good girl…so…so good” he mumbled as our foreheads touched, “mhm…” i nod trying to catch my breath. I watched as Tom put his pants back on, handing me a paper towel to clean myself up before he kissed my neck one last time. He brushed my hair behind my back when a grin appeared on his face “hickeys look good on you.” I slapped him on the shoulder, my hand immediately on my neck when I ran to the mirror in the front of the classroom.

“I told you to stop doing that”

He opened the classroom door, completely ignoring my complain, “let’s go…before someone sees us”

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Tom and I waited outside the school for the rest, seeing Bill, Georg and Gustav walk out the door, laughing about something.

“You guys wouldn’t believe what Sophie heard in one of the classrooms-“ I looked at Gustav with raised eyebrows, “Two people were having sex in the last lesson!” Georg continued where Gustav started, laughing his ass off just like the rest when Tom gave me a playful look, smirking at me. I faked my reaction, gasping when I kicked Tom in the chest.

“What?! Who would do that?!”

“Someone like Tom would…” Bill winked at his twin, I was right, he definitely knew.

[johnwickb1tsch]

lessons in anatomy

a yandere art professor Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU...

CHAPTER MAP-> part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16

I.

-You’re a favorite amongst the studio art students at the university where you model. Not because of your looks, but because of your exceptional ability at sitting still. When you retreat inside your mind and you’re sitting in a position that doesn’t have any pinch points, you can go a solid hour without moving a muscle. 

-Maybe it helps, that you were once an art student too. You’ve studied the classical positions immortalized by the greats. The drama of the Renaissance martyrs to the quiet repose of the Impressionists to the silent anguish of the Pre Raphaelites. You do a damn good Odalisque, if you don’t say so yourself.

-You’ve been doing this for a while, and you’re pretty comfortable with it. That is, until you walk into the first day of Figure Drawing 101 to find the most handsome man you’ve ever seen behind the desk–decidedly not the usual portly, gray-haired, female professor who hired you years ago. He is tall, and dark, with soulful black eyes that make your lady parts ache. It’s incredibly embarrassing when your mitt veritably disappears in his in a cordial handshake (good lord, what poetic, long-fingered hands!) and you almost forget your own name. 

-He is incredibly gracious about your impression of a goldfish at feeding time. Undoubtedly, he’s used to this effect he has on women. Deep down, he must be laughing at you, and this more than anything helps you get a grip as you disappear into your little supply closet to change. 

-You emerge in your pretty paisley-print robe that sweeps the floor, and you realize you haven’t been nervous about taking off your clothes in class since your very first day on this job. Your palms are actually sweating, as you perch on the model stand with your legs crossed, watching him out the corner of your eye. He is stupidly dapper, in a dark tweed suit and tie. His hair swings down into his eyes as he reads something on his desk, and you’re not proud of what you would give for the privilege to run your fingers through that fluffy dark hair. 

-Thoroughly disgusted with yourself, you’re grateful when it’s time for class to begin. You’re surrounded by young adults who are [mostly] eager to learn with charcoal in hand. All eyes are on you, but its Professor Wick’s eyes you feel like a weight on your skin when the robe slides from your shoulders. You are so glad you can blame the air conditioning for your state of…attention. 

-You start with quick warm ups, then some five minute studies, and finally an extended pose with small breaks in between. When the kids take a break in the middle of the three hour period you slide back on your robe and make a round of the room, perusing the sketches. You can already tell who will be at the top of the class, but also who has potential for improvement if they work hard and practice. And some…better be good at math, because art is not their thing.

You do not hear him behind you, until he speaks. “I'm not sure how your clavicle could be at that angle…unless it was broken in two places.” You cover your smile with your hand as you glance back over your shoulder at him, a hot blush spreading like wildfire up your neck for some ridiculous reason. 

Mere proximity, you fear.

“Maybe their professor will set them straight.”

He chuckles with a charming self-deprecation that you find painfully endearing, scrubbing the back of his neck. 

“I like to see where everyone stands on the first day. I promise that lessons in anatomy will be forthcoming.” He only meets your eyes for a bare second as he tells you this, but you are astonished you do not spontaneously combust.

TBC...

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pinterest board/photo credits

[dreamermonica]

—gender neutral reader x bakugou, just a drabble escalating into a oneshot cause my brain's rotting with mha (mostly katsuki) pls save me from the dump called writing block errr also mild language cuz this is boom boy

“what the hell?”

a very bad word crossed your mind the moment BAKUGOU had entered your dorm room—following shortly is a silence so dense that you swore you heard your stomach drop.

the object that had piqued the attention of your visitor were perched right upon your desk. the very same object that could very well also be the reason you meet your demise.

your dynamight plushies and figurines,

yes. plural.

—were bared in display, to the very man you harbored a big fat crush on.

the silence enveloped your room like a tight veil. a shudder makes its way down your spine when you finally felt a piercing gaze burning onto the back of your head. you are so fucked.

“i—uhm, i can explain!” you break the silence, holding your hands up whilst turning around to meet his crimson eyes—scanning you over whilst you attempt to figure out an excuse.

let's do a quick throwback:

see, you were rather confident in your abilities and quirk—one of the best, you smugly think—but academics were still a great obstacle to overcome, even for an upcoming pro hero. it's a formidable force that's against your dream becoming reality! not really, but you get the point.

damned ectoplasm shouldn't be teaching math! your brain cells were always fizzled out like kaminari's after he used up all his electricity by the time whenever ectoplasm had left the room after a discussion.

a dark cloud looms over your head more often after a particular topic you're struggling to comprehend, the fact that you were called out earlier by ectoplasm and miserably failed to answer didn't hell—and you're sure your god-sent classmates have noticed it.

a few smarties had reached out already—like yaoyorozu and iida, offering their notes with a smile and promising a few tutor lessons if you were to accept. keyword: if.

even though you were tearing up at their kindness and thoughtfulness, you gently declined them before slapping a fist to your chest—

“i shall overcome this by myself! my failure to adapt is a known weakness of mine, and i shall defeat this boss known as calculus with my own strength, no matter what it takes!”

a distant 'how manly!' sounded throughout the room.

it's not manly, you mentally cry out to kirishima. you were just embarrassed to actually get help because you were one of the top students of the class. you need to uphold your image as a capable student, whatever it takes! not so manly now, are we?!

the top one and top two worriedly glance you over, reluctant at your reasoning, but they hadn't pushed it further thankfully, and wished you good luck.

you definitely needed it, you sulk.

your stupid declaration must've spread throughout the entire class, cause now a scowling bakugou katsuki is stomping his way over to you once classes had finished, stopping a few feet away from you whilst you were packing up your stuff.

“oi. i heard your dumb ass earlier—why are you refusing to ask for help?! you plan on getting behind all of us just because of that damn picture perfect image of yours?!” he yells, and you're now sweating, twiddling with your fingers.

you're not surprised that he approached you—he had declared you as one of his rivals (he called you a stepping stone to his victory but same thing!) ages ago and knowing his competitive nature, you surmised he was probably disappointed that you were stumped in such a pathetic way.

“w-what pride do you mean, bakugo? haha...”

“shut the fuck up. you know what i'm talking about,” a finger presses onto your chest as if to emphasize his point, and you just now realize the distance between you.

caramel wafts its way to your nose. heat crawls up your neck as you avert your gaze away from his chiseled face.

he hisses at your dazed look, “i'm beating calculus into your goddamn brain later tonight whether you like it or not, you got that extra?!”

you break out of your stupor when he leans away from you to gauge your reaction. of course he'd say something like that, even if he was just trying to help.

you shrink under his gaze, embarrassed and defeated at his intensity. if even the big bad bakugo thinks you need help, then maybe you really do.

“...okay.” you resign after a few seconds of contemplation, “thank you, bakugo.”

clicking his tongue, he gives you one last look before turning on his heels, walking towards the door.

you look around and realize that you were the only ones left in the classroom. did he offer his help in private so you would keep the image you're upholding? eh, whatever, he was probably the embarrassed one because he never offers help willingly to anyone.

you blink.

wait—he never helps unless someone would beg on their knees for him, so why—

“...you were always the one preaching about lowering my pride or whatever,”

your eyes dart towards the sound of his voice where bakugo paused his steps at the exit, glaring at you over his shoulder.

he huffs as he adds on, “cut that shit out, hypocrite.”

you blink owlishly and he's gone as he turned the corner, his loud footsteps echoing through the hall.

shaking your head, you pack your stuff up and rush out the door shortly after, eager to return to the comfort provided by your bed.

his words ring in your ears as you walked back to the dorms.

—now, baam, we're back to the present.

you're so fucked, if it wasn't mentioned earlier.

bakugou katsuki is now staring at you, silently demanding an explanation on why you have a row of mini dynamights, ranging from the winter version of his costume, to one of him wearing his signature black tank top—he hasn't even debuted yet as a pro-hero, so the amount you have is probably concerning. maybe even borderline creepy.

fuck being creepy—this probably looks horrifying!

“it's—uh...”

you hadn't had the chance to hide them before he so rudely, barged into your room carrying the materials needed for your study session.

“well, you're my idol, because you're so strong and—” inflate his ego! it's not like it wasn't the truth either with how much you compliment him during training, so maybe he'll be distracted enough and let it slide—

“did ponytail make these for you?” he asked quietly, ignoring your praises and walking past your panicked state as he got closer to inspect the tiny versions of him. he slowly took one from the bunch—a plushie of him wearing the suit he specifically used for a mission in otheon. “how the hell are the outfits so accurate?”

“...”

“answer my questions and i'll let this weird obsession of yours a secret, fuckin' creep.” he seems to like the way you took in his words, horrified, a smirk dancing on his lips as he turns away.

this sadist, you swear to all might...

“okay, okay! so uh...” you gulp as he continues inspecting the army of tiny bakugous, “yes, i had yaoyorozu make them. as for the outfits—i borrowed your blueprints, remember? it was to find some inspiration in enhancing my own costume, but i guess it also had some other uses...?”

he grunts in response to your explanation as his eyes move away from the desk and land onto your bed, where a few more plushies of him resided.

your face is definitely burning up by now.

“wasn't aware you were a fan,” you could hear the grin as he spoke, and you're one hundred percent sure he's never going to live this down, “well, i guess it's expected. i am amazing after all.”

“...yeah.” you agree, albeit cautious, trying to sound uneager to avoid inflating his ego anymore than you already have.

he moves to lean over your bed and grabs a plushie of him wearing his school uniform, squeezing it lightly, “but if you want me to be honest—this shit's kinda creepy.”

would he stop you if you just took a swan dive out of your window? should you get him to roast you alive right now? you wish all might would just united-states-smash you at this moment.

your hands shoot up to your face as you crouched down, too humiliated to even look at him even if he wasn't facing you.

“kill me now...”

“i've got plenty of chances to do that in the future, don't worry,” he's oddly calm for someone who's standing in a room practically devoted to him, “this is pretty adorable of you i must admit,”

you freeze. tickle my pickle! no fucking way he just called you adorable!

“you got a crush on me or something?”

ah.

this is it. you hope you've done enough good to end up in heaven atleast.

“well, if you're not gonna kill me, we should probably just study and get it over with—oh, we should also just go down to the commons—

“i told you to answer all my questions, didn't i!?”

“...”

the blonde finally turns, hands free of any plushies, crossing his arms over his chest as you stare up at him through the gaps of your fingers. he raises a challenging brow at your hesitation.

“well?” he urges on, “did you go mute from embarrassment or something?”

you say something underneath your breath and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“speak up, you idio—”

“i like you, bakugou katsuki.”

you stand up from your crouched position and situated yourself to your desk, bringing out your textbooks from a drawer as he stared on silently. the silence had grown thicker than the one before.

“let's just get this study session over with so you can go, okay?” you spin around your office chair to look at him with a small smile, as if you didn't just confess, “wanna go down to the commons? my room seems to be uncomfortable for y—

“i was joking about the creep shit, you dumbass.”

you stare at him in surprise when he holds you by the shoulders, gently pushing down to prevent you from getting up from your chair.

“bakugou...?”

“...i'll teach you here. no need to get up.”

“but—”

“shut up. get ponytail to make me a plushie of you so we're even, alright?”

confused, you're about to speak up again and he resolves it by squeezing your cheeks, resulting in only incoherent babbles from your mouth.

“bafhkugou—!”

“ugh, i like you too, if your dumbass hasn't gotten it yet.”

“ohfmayghodf—”

“shut it. no more words from you.” he waits a moment for you to calm down, and lets go of your burning cheeks. a smile grows on his face when you weakly glare up at him, but it quickly turns wicked in the span of a second.

“now...you were so eager to start studying earlier, weren't you?”

he unfortunately wasn't joking about beating the damn subject onto your brain. you could feel a mild headache from all the times he hit your head with a roll of paper.

but nonetheless, you know the hard work and pain paid off when you finally got a question right during ectoplasm's class.

bless bakugou, you'd kiss him right now if you could—

“so,” the boy in question starts as you discreetly hand him a plushie of you in your hero costume, he seems to brighten up at that, taking it nearly immediately, but attempts to appear unbothered as he moves his gaze back to yours.

“are we gonna talk about that body pillow last night or—”

“katsuki—no.”

“pfft,” he snorts, “suit yourself, fangirl.”

imagine your surprise when yaoyorozu snitches and tells you that bakugou practically threated her to make more plushies of you after he received the initial one

[kumkaniudaku]

Had Me At Hello

Summary: Terry and Patrice meet for the first time.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Francis Edwards High School was a pristine, two-story jungle filled with Cumberland County's most gifted teenagers. From the first bell at 7 AM until the final ding at 2:30 PM, impenetrable cliques and established hierarchies ruled the hallways, classrooms, and bustling cafeteria, turning the already daunting task of making friends into a nearly impossible uphill battle.

A new school year was nothing more than a formality for returning students. Friend groups were locked in. Moving up and down the sacred social ladder was a tall task many dared not undertake. Seniors looking to make a name for themselves before walking across the stage concocted grand plans to achieve legendary status. Incoming freshmen were given the golden opportunity to shed their image from middle school and step into brand new skin if they were lucky. 

By mid-October of his freshman year, Terrence Richmond felt like he'd cracked high school's code. A massive growth spurt throughout eighth grade shot him up from a slight 5'7" to a respectable 5'11", aiding his first-string wide receiver campaign. Sure, he was brand new to the team and coming behind an all-state senior plus two juniors making waves in their own right, but stranger things had happened. One twisted ankle or subpar progress report, and he'd be well on the way to becoming the big man on campus.

While student-athletes gathered to work through math problems and critical thinking questions in factions during study hall, Terrence used his binder to deflect jagged paper balls aimed at his forehead from his teammate and lifting buddy, Robert.

"Bro, chill," Terrence laughed before chucking the piece of trash back in Robert's direction. "I'm trying to do my homework. You should be, too, by the way!"

Robert turned his nose up and scoffed. "Why? Get somebody to do it for you." He gestured toward a library full of students, then looked back at Terrence. "Pick somebody. Shit, ask one of your teachers. You on the football team. Your job is to play football." 

"Yeah, okay," Terrence scoffed. "Try tellin' my mama that. If she found out I had people doin' my work, she'd kick my ass. Then tell my daddy, and they would kick my ass together." 

"At least you got a dad. I'm still waiting on mine to get back from the store. It must take a long time to get cigarettes." 

Their goofy, loud laughter eclipsed a spirited conversation between the senior defensive core, earning attention neither of them cared to have. 

While being on the team shielded Terrence from the dog-eat-dog world of high school civilian life, it wasn't enough to escape the internal politics governing a rowdy bunch of teenage boys. 

The pecking order was clear and meant to go unchallenged. Seniors commanded starting roles, leaving everyone else to fight for crumbs until their time came to rise up the ranks. Most underclassmen accepted the natural order of things. Eventually, an opportunity would arise, and they'd run with it. But Terrence didn't have time to wait. Four years wasn't long enough to play safe. He had his sights set on NFL glory. And, while his coaches found his ambition honorable, young men three years his senior considered Terrence a threat to stability. 

Scowling, the starting defensive back directed his ire toward Terrence and Robert. "Fuck is so funny?" 

“Nothin’!” Robert's quick response made Terrence roll his eyes. Robert's deer-caught-in-headlights gaze darted back to his friend, softening his brown eyes into apologetic saucers. He mumbled a timid, "Sorry." as an apology.

For Terrence, backing down wasn't an option. Even if it was, he couldn't imagine a universe in which his father's stern lesson about standing up for yourself wouldn't haunt him for all eternity. 

He shrugged as cooly as he could as he leaned back in his chair. "Homework, Drew. You wanna talk about your's too, since you still in ninth- grade algebra with us? Let us help you, bro. We a team." 

Raucous laughter at his expense made Drew shrink back in embarrassment. His intelligence, or lack thereof, wasn't a secret, but it also wasn't a line anyone dared cross. Unfortunately for him, Terrence had no reverence for tired rules.  

Anger turned Drew's ears and nose red as he considered turning a light spat into a physical altercation. Terrence sat up straight to answer his adversary's unspoken challenge, narrowing his lids into slits and tightening his jaw repeatedly. His fists sat balled in his lap, clenching and unclenching in preparation. If things took a turn for the worst, his readiness was paramount. What he lacked in size, he could make up in speed. Either that or he'd have to deal with his father when all was said and done. He chose to take his chances. 

Sensing a fight on the other side of harmless jokes, one of the senior linemen with a soft spot for Terrence's fearlessness stepped in. 

"Alright, D, he busted yo ass. Let it go, man." Demarcus laughed before gripping his friend's shoulder to push him back into his seat. "Aye, Terry, you gotta chill. You a freshman. Be cool sometimes." 

"It's Terrence. Not Terry." 

Demarcus waved off Terrence's correction. "It's Terry, nigga. We already got a Terrence," he mentioned, pointing to a junior safety at the far end of the table. "Now, if y'all wanna fight about it, we can set something up after practice." Terrence eyed his older namesake, sizing him up before making a business decision. His father also taught him to pick his battles wisely. Demarcus took Terry's silence as an answer and continued. "Exactly. Now, move yo skinny ass out the way so we can see ol' girl behind you."

Catcalls and lewd whistling rippled around three tables pushed together to make one as young men coursing with raging hormones leaned over to get a glimpse of the new girl. 

Long-legged and umber-skinned, she stood out in a room full of semi-familiar faces. Everyone at Francis attended school together at some point. Schoolyard bonds followed most students from pre-k to graduation, turning each schoolyear into a reunion of sorts. She, however, was different, fresh, and mysterious. 

Dark brown pressed hair pulled into a low ponytail showed off high cheekbones and piercing eyes. Plump lips drooping into a slight frown told anyone wondering she wasn't interested in too many long conversations. A thin frame sporting naturally lean muscle might trick a less perceptive person into believing she was an athlete. The handwritten 'Francis Edwards Book Club' sign hanging crooked behind her head told a different story. She was a serious scholar with little time for public school games. 

"Damn! She gotta be from outta town." One player commented after blowing the girl a kiss and receiving an annoyed eye roll in return.

Another boy added his two cents to the mix. "I heard she transferred from some private school. Catholic girl or something like that." 

"You know how the Catholic school girls get down. Straight nasty."

Crass comments, growing increasingly inappropriate, turned into nothing more than background chatter while Terry stared at the only person worth existing as far as he was concerned. 

Patrice Ellis. He'd seen the back of her head in one of his classes, not knowing the beauty hidden on the other side. She always smelled like the cocoa butter his mom used to keep his baby sisters moisturized. In class, she was quiet and observant. He liked hearing her answer questions and sometimes jotted her responses as notes in case they were hit with a pop quiz or he needed a reminder during his study time. 

Seeing Patrice quietly adjust stacks of paper while waiting for anyone to interact with her table nearly stole all of the air from Terry's lungs. He couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away. She had his undivided attention.

Until a grating voice spouting crude nonsense forced him to rejoin the conversation. 

"Bet $15 I can't take her down before Christmas break." 

Demarcus extended his arm toward Drew for a handshake agreement, a disbelieving look settling on his face. "I'll bet you $20 you won't go over there and talk to her right now." 

"Who won't? Man, stop playing with me!" 

"Do it then!" 

Terry's eyes darted between the two seniors, syncing to his rising heartbeat. Everything in him wanted to stay out of their antics. He begged his legs to stop bouncing, trying to negotiate with his brain to let go of the stupid idea it'd concocted. Mind your business. Make a good impression. Don't step on any toes. Sit down, Terry.

A hush fell over the group while they watched everyone's favorite mouthy frosh jam books and papers into his backpack before taking long strides toward the neatly decorated folding table by the library's entrance. 

Patrice noticed his lanky body standing out in the crowd like a car wash inflatable with adorable curls forming a dense afro. His eyes, beautiful round orbs of sea green and honey, bore into hers like he owed her a tongue-lashing for something she couldn't remember. They sat near each other in third-period algebra. Maybe her constant pencil tapping was more of a distraction than she thought. 

Then he smiled. Full lips beneath a wispy mustache smoothly slid into a bright, teeth-baring grin to show off all his pearly whites. His nose scrunched, and his eyes crinkled on the side, betraying the intensity he'd displayed only seconds prior. 

Breathtaking. Patrice rushed to busy her mind and hands, hoping his attention-stealing grin was meant for someone she couldn't see and that he'd stroll right past her into the hallway. 

A shadow the size of a beanstalk appeared over her navy blue tablecloth and spoke to her in a soft, small voice. "Are y'all still accepting sign-ups?" 

Most of what he said was lost in the chaos of students transitioning out of the room for their respective sports obligations, forcing Patrice to finally look up. Terry stood before her, still smiling, his eyes expectant and curious as he looked down at her. 

"I'm sorry, you have to speak up. I didn't…I didn't hear what you said."

"Oh. I-" Terry stopped short to clear his throat. "I just asked if y'all were still accepting sign-ups. Because I'd like to, um, join…if I can. Are you in the club?"

"Wouldn't be sitting here if I wasn't." 

Terry nervously adjusted his heavy bookbag on his arm. "Right. My bad." He pointed at the sign-up sheet. "Can I?"

Patrice cocked her head to one side. "You sure? I figure you'd wanna join math club since you're so good at it. Or literally anything else. Didn't think you were the reading type." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Terry watched Patrice pluck a pen from her advisor's mug and slide it across the table to him. When she didn't answer, he pressed again. "Why'd you say that?" 

"Say what?" 

He bent over to scribble his last name into the appropriate box. "That you didn't think I'd be the reading type. Why?" 

"Because you hang around a bunch of idiots," Patrice sassed as she nodded behind him to a table of boys jeering in the background. 

Terry tried to contain his smile at how adult she was despite not looking much older than his fourteen years, instead fighting to keep his brow furrowed in feigned confusion. "What does that have to do with me, though? You think I'm an idiot?" 

"Birds of a feather flock together. I've heard some things." 

Stories of hazel eyes and broad shoulders kept young girls from 9th to 12th-grade giggling amongst themselves whenever news got around that Terry was in the vicinity. He took the ogling in stride with the guys, sending diplomatic waves to googly-eyed young women like the second coming of President Obama. But, privately, the new attention overwhelmed him. He wasn't sure how to exist in his body or navigate the sudden drop in his voice. 

Patrice only knew unconfirmed rumor mill pieces of information. Terry was dating multiple girls in the ninth grade. Terry had a girlfriend at a school across town. Terry was an asshole. Terry this, Terry that. She couldn't keep up and preferred to steer clear of this Terry character. Still, there he was, standing in front of her and expecting an explanation for an offhanded comment she desperately wanted to move past. 

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Nobody ever told you that?" Terry's eyes flickered up to Patrice's to find her making a face as she rolled her eyes. 

She kissed her teeth. "Yeah, they did, and it's stupid. How else will I decide to pick a book if I don't judge its cover first?"

"Okay, well, what if I judged you?" He paused to make space for Patrice's rebuttal, but one never came. He continued. "In class, you don't talk and scrunch your face up at everybody. You bring your lunch to school instead of goin' through the line like the rest of us and rush down the hallway like you're late for something every day. What if I said you thought you were better than us because you came from private school?" 

"You'd be wrong. I just… haven't been able to fit in yet," Patrice countered. "And who told you I came from a private school?"

Terry chuckled. "I'm judging you by your cover. And the St. Pius pin you keep on your backpack." He pointed toward the white and gold crest pinned to the left strap of her orange Jansport, then gave her a sympathetic smile. "You miss your friends. I get it. I would, too. But, if you wanna make some new ones that aren't teachers, you can't be so mean all the time." 

"You don't know me," she countered in defiance. 

"I want to." 

Terry didn't know what made him make such a bold declaration. He wasn't usually so forward or willing to converse with strangers. This stranger, in all her beauty and endearing sass, was different. She'd drawn him in with little more than a slight scowl, which he knew was only a defense mechanism to ward off unserious would-be suitors. He wasn't them, though. He never said anything he didn't mean. 

Capping the pen, Terry smiled, handed Patrice her utensil, and slid the paper back to her. "I'm Terrence, by the way. Or Terry. Either works." 

"Which one do you prefer?" 

"Um, Terrence…I think." 

She smiled, finally showing her teeth, before giggling. "You think? Which name do you like more?" 

"Terrence," he answered as he returned her smile. "Call me Terrence." 

"Okay, Terrence." Terrence. Patrice wanted to repeat his name again and again to feel the easy cadence roll of her tongue. Instead, she extended her hand for him to grab and shake. Terry gently took hold of her fingers, forgetting to finish the process until Patrice initiated it for him. "Welcome to the club. I'm –" 

He cut her off, still holding on long after they'd completed the simple formality. "Patrice. I know. Nice to meet you." Slowly, he released her hand, immediately creating a void she wished he'd fill again. A short laugh escaped past Terry's lips before he adjusted his backpack again and prepared to walk away. "Guess I'll see you during free block next Wednesday? Maybe you can get to know me for yourself instead of making all those assumptions." 

"Yeah. Maybe." 

A final once-over helped Terry and Patrice commit each other's faces to memory before Terry backed his way out of the library and temporarily out of her life. 

As easily as her new connection's effortless cool calmed heightened anxiety, his associated band of buffoons infiltrated her serene bubble with their unique brand of foolish behavior. They filed out of the library one by one, some making faces and a few more spouting garbage in passing. Idiots, just as she thought.

When they were out of dodge, and the library was back to the quiet, safe haven she loved, Patrice looked back down at the sheet of paper with one name neatly written in slender, slanted print. Her index finger traced each letter as she tried to relive the smile and soft voice attached to the name she'd never forget. 

Terrence Richmond. A beautiful cover to a book she hoped to read from front to back one day.

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— 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : so high school by taylor swift

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : smoking

𝐓he fluorescent lights of your high school hummed above you, a relentless, buzzing soundtrack to another mind-numbing lesson in math. you doodles things in the pages of your notebook, trying to tune out your teacher’s voice. you were barely even pretending to pay attention.

a folded note landed softly on your desk, a tiny, expertly-aimed paper airplane. you glanced up, catching Natalie’s eye across the room. she offered a smirk, mischievous and utterly captivating. your heart did a little flip.

you unfolded the note. bored. wanna bail?

the nerve of her. the thrill of it. you bit your lip, glancing at your teacher, who was thankfully absorbed in a complex equation. they were probably too busy trying to figure out the equation to notice if all the students tried to make a run for it.

you scribbled back, where would we even go?

another paper airplane, landing with the same silent grace. doesn’t matter. anywhere but here. meet me by the bike rack in 5.

your stomach did another flip. this was Natalie Scatorccio. rebellious and reckless. beautiful in a way that felt both dangerous and intoxicating. and she wanted you to skip class with her. you were usually the one who at least tried to toe the line. you chewed on the end of your pencil, the wood splintering slightly.

this was insane.

this was exactly what you wanted.

you scribbled a quick okay and gave it back to Nat. the next five minutes stretched into an eternity. you meticulously packed your bag, slow and deliberate, trying to look casual even though your hands were shaking. the bell finally rang, a glorious sound that signaled freedom—or at least, a different kind of captivity in the hallways.

you spotted her leaning against the bike rack, cigarette clamped between her lips, the smoke curling around her face like a defiant halo. she was wearing her usual shoes, ripped jeans, a faded band t-shirt, and her black leather jacket. she looked impossibly cool.

“took you long enough.” Nat said, the cigarette bobbing slightly as she spoke.

you flushed, feeling the familiar, nervous heat creep up your neck. “sorry. didn’t want to look obvious.”

she raised an eyebrow. “too late,” she flicked the cigarette butt onto the asphalt and ground it out with her boot. “so, where to?”

you shrugged. “i don’t know. the woods?”

her lips curled into a genuine smile, the kind that made your breath catch in your throat. “perfect. i know a place.”

and with that, Natalie grabbed your hand and started walking, pulling you along with her. your hand tingled where hers grasped it, rough and calloused but warm and secure. you glanced back at the school, its brick facade receding in the distance. a small wave of guilt washed over you, but it was quickly swept away by the potent cocktail of adrenaline and Natalie’s intoxicating presence.

the woods swallowed you whole, the scent of pine needles and damp earth filling your lungs. Nat led the way, navigating the tangled undergrowth with an easy confidence. you stumbled a little, tripping over roots and fallen branches, but she always stopped, patiently waiting for you to catch up.

finally, she stopped in a small clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. a stream trickled nearby, the sound like a whispered secret.

“this is it.” she said, her voice softer here, in the quiet of the woods.

you looked around, taking it all in. it was beautiful, peaceful, a world away from the sterile hallways of your high school.

“it’s so pretty.” you breathed.

Nat sat down on a fallen log, pulling you down beside her. she took a beat up old lighter out of her pocket and lit another cigarette. after a drag, she offered it to you.

you shook your head, your throat tightening. you’d never smoked before.

“you sure?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.

you hesitated before giving in. you wanted to be brave like Nat, reckless like her. you wanted to prove you were worth being here, in her secret place, with her.

you took the cigarette, and let her guide your hand.

you took a drag, coughing almost immediately. the smoke burned your throat, making your eyes water.

Natalie laughed, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “easy there, princess.”

you coughed again, handing the cigarette back to her. you both sat there, legs dangling over the edge of the log.

Nat took another drag, then blew a perfect smoke ring that drifted lazily upwards before dissipating into the air. “so,” she said, turning to you. “why’d you say yes?”

you felt your face get warm again. “cause i wanted to be with you.” the words tumbled out, awkward and honest.

she smiled. “good answer.” she reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing against your cheek. your heart hammered against your ribs.

“you know,” Nat said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “this is our secret place now.”

you nodded with a soft smile, unable to speak, your gaze locked on hers.

the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Natalie, alone in the secret sanctuary of the woods. the hum of your high school was long gone, replaced by the gentle murmur of the stream and the quiet promise of something wild and unknown.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Stucky idea as promised!!

Ooo can I please request a soulmate!Stucky x fem!enhanced!soulmate!reader where she is Steve’s gf & soulmate (they’ve been together over a year). She has a regular job, she’s an elementary teacher, but she has had powers ever since she was little (she has retrocognition, so she can see people’s past through visions and their thoughts, and Temporal stasis, so she can stop/freeze/slow down people or objects ). She happens to be Alexander Pierce’s daughter (he definitely had Hydra experiment on her when she was too young to remember) and she has no idea about her father’s ties to Hydra until she accidentally stumbles about her father, The Winter Soldier, & the maid that her Dad unfortunately took out. I’m sure Pierce would try to sell the idea of Hydra to her (she is completely horrified). She takes one look at the Winter Soldier and all of his memories start flying through her mind and she realizes exactly who this man is: Bucky, her bf’s thought to be dead best friend. And she also sees that the three of them are soulmates! As soon as she’s able to get away she tells Steve and Natasha! Omg and what if y/n snuck onto the helicarrier (despite Steve wanting her to stay safe), and the gets in the middle of their fight, freezing the two of them and trying to bring Bucky back to them, maybe she fully brings him back when she shows his old memories before he fell? Steve and Y/n are slowly helping their sweet soulmate recover from all he’s been through lots of kisses, cuddles, and soft words 🥺

(Also Steve definitely eventually convinces Y/n and Bucky to be an Avengers)

Meant To Be Soulmates » Stucky

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend/Enhanced/Teacher!Reader, Boyfriend!Stucky x Girlfriend/Teacher!Reader, Dad!Alexander Pierce x Daughter!Reader with Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow and Sam Wilson/Falcon

Summary: After using your powers to go through the Winter Soldier’s memories, you also see you, Steve, and Bucky as soulmates.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not Steve and Bucky), language, HYDRA, nightmares, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully descriptive request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Excuse me for a moment.” You tell your 1st grade students when you see your boyfriend standing outside of the door of your classroom. “Work on the assignment I just gave you guys till I get back.” You say.

Your students, being the good listeners they are, started working on the math assignment you gave them a couple minutes ago. You walked out of the classroom, greeting Steve with a quick and soft peck on his lips.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked with a smile.

“I brought my best girl her favorite coffee from Starbucks.” Steve says with a smile, holding up a Starbucks cup.

You smile widely and kissed him again before taking the coffee from his hand.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.” You say.

“I love hearing you say that.” He smiles, pecking your lips softly. “Now, get back to class before you get in trouble, Miss. Pierce.” He playfully jokes.

“Yes, Captain Rogers.” You joked back, saluting him.

Steve laughs lightly when you saluted him. He watched you go back in your classroom before leaving.

“Was that Captain America?” A student named Jimmy asks.

“Yes.” You answered, taking a seat at your desk.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Another student named Bailey asks.

“Yes.” You answered again.

All of the first graders “Ooh’d” when you confirmed that you’re dating Captain America. You couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Let’s get back to work.” You say.

Your students went back to working on their math worksheets. You started grading math homework from yesterday’s lesson. As the end of class approached, you allowed your students to have the last 5 minutes as free time.

After work, you decided to go by SHIELD to visit Steve at work since he visited you at work. You walked in the gym to see Steve punching a punching bag and Natasha sparring with a SHIELD agent.

“Rogers, your girlfriend is here.” Natasha announces.

Steve looks out at you and smiles. He approaches you and gave you a kiss.

“I missed you.” You pouted.

“You seen me a couple hours ago.” Steve says.

“That’s too long ago.” You playfully whined.

Steve smiles at how cute you are and kisses you again.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Natasha jokes.

You giggled and greeted Natasha with a hug.

“Oh, by the way, my students know Captain America is my boyfriend.” You tell Steve.

“I would’ve made an appearance in your class, but your students were too busy doing math.” Steve jokes.

“If your boyfriend gets to make an appearance in your class, I do too!” Natasha chimes in.

“You guys can make an appearance on Friday.” You tell them.

Steve and Natasha grin at each other and gave each other a high five. Your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket to see a text from your dad, Alexander Pierce.

Dad: Come by my house tonight

You: I’ll be there :)

“Who is it?” Steve asks.

“My dad. He told me to go to his house tonight.” You say.

“What do you think he wants?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out later.” You say.

When the night came, your dad was waiting for you to come over. Pierce went to the kitchen to get something to drink. He got the milk out of the fridge and turned around, seeing the Winter Soldier sitting at the dining room table with a gun on the table in front of him.

“Want some milk?” Pierces asks the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier just stared at him silently. Pierce took that as a no.

“Mr. Pierce, I’m going home for the night.” His maid says.

His maid walked in the kitchen at the wrong time. She saw the Winter Soldier sitting at the table. Pierce knew what he had to do. He sighs and walked over to the table, picking up the gun and shot her. Her body hit the floor, making a thud noise.

“Dad, I’m here!” You announced, walking inside of his dimly lit house. “Why’s it so dark in here?” You asked.

You turned the lights on so it wasn’t dark. Your eyes fell upon his dead maid in a pool of her blood on the floor and a man with long hair and a metal arm sitting at the table. Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to scream, but your dad covered your mouth with his hand before you could.

“Don’t scream, sweetheart.” Pierce says.

You stared at your dad for a few silent seconds before nodding. Your dad uncovered your mouth and dimmed the lights.

“Why- Why is she dead?” You asked shakily.

“Let’s just say she walked in on something she shouldn’t have seen.” Pierce says, referring to the Winter Soldier sitting at the table.

Seen something she shouldn’t have seen? What’s that supposed to mean?

“Take a seat.” Your dad says.

You nervously sat down at the table, sitting across from the metal arm man. The Winter Soldier couldn’t help but stare at you. There’s something about you that intrigues him.

“You were going to find out anyway.” Pierce sat down next to you. “This is the Winter Soldier. He’s the best assassin in HYDRA history.” He tells you.

“HYDRA?” You asked. “What’s that?” You asked.

As your dad explained to you what HYDRA is, you looked at the Winter Soldier. There was something about him you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You decided to use your powers on him to figure out who this man is. You went through his memories, dating back all the way to the mid 1930s and mid 1940s. You furrowed your eyebrows when you seen your boyfriend in his memories. As you continued to go through his memories, that’s when it hit you… the man sitting in front of you is your boyfriend’s best friend Bucky Barnes. You also seen something else… him as yours and Steve’s soulmate.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Your dad’s voice pulls you out of the Winter Soldier’s memories. “Do you want to be part of HYDRA?” He asks.

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to go.” You say, standing up.

You left without saying goodbye to your dad, leaving him confused. The Winter Soldier frowns when he watched you leave in a hurry.

You walked in yours and Steve’s apartment, immediately looking for him. You walked in the living room to see him talking to Natasha.

“Are you ok, sweetie?” Steve asks.

“I-I don’t know.” You stuttered.

“You look like you seen a ghost.” Natasha says.

“Honey, what is it?” Steve asks, starting to get concerned.

You nervously sat down on the couch next to your boyfriend.

“What I’m about to tell you guys might sound crazy, but I promise it’s not.” You say.

“Whatever it is, you can tell us.” Steve says softly, holding one of your hands.

You nervously bit your lip, trying to figure out how to tell your boyfriend his best friend is alive and is a HYDRA assassin.

“It’s about your friend Bucky.” You begin.

“He fell off the train in 1945.” Steve says.

“He’s alive.” You tell him.

Steve stared at you with wide eyes.

“N-No. I seen him fall off the train.” He says.

“Is it him, Steve.” You say softly.

“How can you be so sure, Y/N?” Natasha asks.

“I seen him at my dad’s house.” You tell them. “I used my powers on him.” You say.

“What did you see?” Steve asks.

“I seen memories of you and him.” You say.

“Sounds like Bucky.” He says.

“I seen something else too…” You said.

“What?” Natasha asks.

“I seen Bucky as our soulmate.” You say, looking at Steve.

Steve looked at you with a surprise look on his face.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” You answered.

Steve was in a shocked state. He’s happy that his best friend is alive, but he’s wondering why he didn’t try to reach out to him in any way. Also, Bucky as yours and Steve’s soulmate has him intrigued. If he manages to get Bucky back in his life and out of HYDRA’s control, he’s willing to give a relationship with you and him at the same time a try.

———

Your dad walked in the lab where the Winter Soldier is. He just came back from a mission on the bridge. His eyebrows were furrowed as memories of Steve flashed in his mind.

“Mission report.” Pierce says to the Winter Soldier.

He didn’t give your dad the mission report. He sat there silently, zoned out and stared straight ahead.

“Mission report.” He says again.

“The man on the bridge, who was he?” The Winter Soldier asks, looking at your dad.

“You met him on an assignment earlier this week.” Pierce tells him.

“What about the girl?” He asks softly.

“Natasha Romanoff?” Your dad asks.

“No. The other one.” He says, referring to you.

“Oh, her. That girl you met the other night is my daughter.” Pierce tells him. “She’s not part of HYDRA. She chose to be a teacher.” He says.

“Oh.” He says softly.

Your dad looks at the HYDRA agents standing next to the Winter Soldier and gave them a nod, singling for them to wipe his memory. The Winter Soldier got pushed back in the chair. He mentally and physically prepared himself for the pain he’s about to endure.

———

You looked at Steve as he stared off in the distance. He just told you about the fight he was just in on the bridge. He seen Bucky with his own eyes, but he didn’t recognize him.

“How is he?” You asked Sam as he walked towards you.

“He’s upset about his friend. I think he could use comfort from you.” Sam says.

You nodded and walked over to Steve. You put a comforting hand on his arm. Steve looked at you and then wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry Bucky didn’t recognize you.” You whispered.

“He looked right at me.” Steve says.

You could hear the sadness in his voice. You rubbed Steve’s back to comfort him.

“You know what I have to do, right?” He says.

“I know.” You sighed softly. “Promise me you’ll try to be careful.” You say, looking up at him.

“I’ll try for you.” He murmurs softly before kissing you.

Steve came up with a plan to get Bucky back with Natasha’s and Sam’s help. You offered to help, but he doesn’t want you to get hurt, which you understand, but all you want to do is help your boyfriend get his best friend back in his life. One thing Steve knows about you, other than your powers and your dad being Alexander Pierce, is you can be sneaky when you want to be and that’s what you’re going to do right now.

You may have told a SHIELD agent that you “misplaced” your mission suit and you need a new one. That agent brought you a mission suit without realizing you don’t work there. You gave him a smile and changed into it. You then found the helicarrier and hid somewhere on it, in the area where the fight between Steve and Bucky- the Winter Soldier is about to go down.

After a while, you heard footsteps from two different people get on the helicarrier. You already knew those footsteps belong to Steve and the Winter Soldier. You peaked your head out from your hiding spot to see them doing a stare off.

“Please don’t make me do this.” Steve says.

The Winter Soldier continued to stare Steve, narrowing his eyes a bit. Steve took a few deep breaths before doing anything. He watched as the Winter Soldier flipped a knife in his right him before charging at him with it. Steve held his shield up, the knife hitting the shield. You watched the fight play out more before you jumped in. Your eyes went wide when the Winter Soldier pointed a gun at Steve. That’s when you decided to jump in. You froze both of them with your powers before Steve asked you what you’re doing there.

You walked closer to the Winter Soldier’s eyes, staring in his eyes. You used your powers to go through his memories. You decided to try something you’ve never done before… restoring his memories. It’s worth a try, right? You focused and put your powers to the test to see if this will work or not. It took a few seconds, but it worked. You managed to restore his memories before he fell off the train in 1945. You took a few steps back and unfroze Steve and Bucky.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? I told you to go somewhere safe.” Steve says.

“I’ll explain later. Right now, you’re going to love what I just did.” You say.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

You gestured to Bucky who was currently in a confused state at the moment. He looked around, trying to gather his surroundings. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out what he’s doing on a helicarrier. His eyes landed on Steve. He walked up to him and hugged him.

“Buck?” Steve asks, making sure it was his best friend and not the Winter Soldier.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asks, still in a confused state.

“Let’s get you out of here and then we’ll help you understand what’s going on, ok?” You said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bucky looked at you and nodded. You and Steve got him out of there and took him to yours and Steve’s apartment. Bucky got himself cleaned up and Steve gave him some comfortable clothes to wear.

“So I fell off a train in the Army in 1945 during a mission to take down HYDRA and they got their hands on me and turned me into an assassin and gave me a metal arm?” Bucky asks, trying to piece everything together.

“Yes.” Steve confirms.

Bucky nods, still trying to process everything.

“I umm- I used my powers on you the night I seen you at my dad’d house.” You say.

“Powers? What kind of powers do you have?” Bucky asks.

“I can see past people’s visions and thoughts. I can also freeze people and objects.” You tell him.

“What do you mean you used your powers on me?” He asks.

“There was something about you I couldn’t put my finger on so I used my powers to go through your memories. I learned your name and you’re Steve’s best friend.” You explained. “I also seen something else.” You say, fiddling with your fingers.

“What else did you see? Is it bad?” He asks.

“No, it’s good. I seen you as mine and Steve’s soulmate.” You say.

“Soulmate?” He asks.

You nodded. Bucky looked at Steve.

“I was just as surprised as you are.” Steve said. “I’m willing to try it out if you want to.” He says.

“It sounds intriguing.” Bucky muses at the thought. “So that’ll mean me, you, and this cute doll will be in a relationship?” He asks, making sure he’s understanding it right.

“Yes.” You and Steve confirm in unison.

“I’m all for it.” He says, making you and Steve smile.

———

A few weeks later, Bucky is still trying to adjust to life without being under HYDRA’s control. You and Steve are doing everything you two can think of to help and comfort him, especially when he has nightmares. You also took a couple weeks off work to take care of Bucky with Steve.

You felt Bucky tossing and turning next to you. You already knew he was having a nightmare. You sat up and gently shook him awake.

“Bucky, baby.” You whispered. “You’re having a nightmare.” You say.

Bucky’s eyes shot open and he scrambled to sit up. He was breathing heavily and a couple pieces of his hair was sticking to his forehead. You rubbed his back to help him calm down.

“What time is it?” Bucky asks, looking out the window and seen the sun was in the process of rising.

“Almost 7am.” You says.

Bucky sighs and falls back against the bed, rubbing his hands over his face. You laid down next to him, laying your arm across his stomach. He reaches a hand down and holds onto your arm, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Sorry for waking you, doll.” Bucky apologizes.

“It’s ok. I don’t mind.” You murmured softly.

“Where’s Steve?” He asks.

“He went on a run with Sam.” You tell him.

You leaned up and gave him a morning kiss. Bucky relaxed more when you kissed him.

“Wanna make coffee with me?” You asked softly.

Bucky nods his head yes. You two got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

“What should we have for breakfast?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his waist.

Bucky hummed to himself as he thought about breakfast. He smiles to himself when something he hasn’t had in years comes to his mind.

“Do we have chocolate chips and blueberries?” He curiously asks.

“Yes.” You answered.

“Can you make chocolate chip blueberry muffins please?” He asks sweetly. “My mom made those for me and Rebecca on the weekends when we were kids.” He tells you.

“Of course I will.” You replied with a smile.

You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Bucky sat at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee and watched you make the muffins. Steve came home from his morning run at the same time you put a batch of muffins in the oven.

“You two are up early.” Steve says, walking in the kitchen.

You two are still asleep most of the time when he comes home from his morning runs with Sam. Steve greet you and Bucky with a kiss.

“I had a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep.” Bucky mumbles.

“Oh, Buck.” Steve murmurs softly.

Bucky leaned into Steve’s touch. Steve gave him a kiss on the top of his head. You walked around the counter to comfort him as well.

“I’m ok now though.” Bucky says.

That made you and Steve happy to hear.

“What’re you guys baking?” Steve asks curiously.

“Chocolate chip blueberry muffins.” Bucky says with a smile.

“You need to take a shower before you eat any. You’re sweaty.” You say.

“I expect coffee and muffins when I come back.” He says as he walks to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Don’t be surprised if we ate all of them!” Bucky jokes.

You giggled when he said. Steve chuckled and shook his head as he walked in the bathroom. The timer to the oven dinged a moment later. You got them out of the oven and let them cool for a few minutes.

“When are you going back to work?” Bucky asks as he reached for a muffin.

“In a couple weeks. I might take another week off. I want to make sure you’re fine first.” You say.

“I’ll be fine, doll.” He assures.

“I know. I just want to be sure.” You say softly.

“You’re so sweet, babydoll.” He coos.

Bucky stood up from his chair and walked around the counter to kiss you passionately.

“So I’m being left out of the kisses, huh?” Steve jokes ask he walks in the kitchen, fresh out of the shower.

You and Bucky adverted yours and his attention to Steve and gave him kisses.

“I have something I want to ask you guys.” Steve caresses yours and Bucky’s cheeks. “How would you two feel about becoming Avengers?” He asks.

“I think it’s cool.” Bucky says.

“Me too, but what about my teaching job?” You say.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right away. Take time to think about it, sweetheart.” He says.

You thought about it to yourself. Although, you love being a teacher, you’ll be closer to your boyfriends if you join the Avengers.

“I’ll join the Avengers, but I want to finish this school year first.” You say.

“I’ll join too.” Bucky says.

“This is great!” Steve hugs you two. “I love you guys.” He says and kisses you two.

“We love you too, Stevie.” You and Bucky say in union and kissed him back.

You then put the muffins on a plate.

“You need cuddles. Go to the living room.” You say, playfully poking Bucky’s chest.

“Yes, ma’am!” Bucky says, playfully saluting you.

Bucky went to the living room with his cup of coffee. You followed behind him with the plate of muffins and your own cup of coffee. Steve got some coffee and then went to the living room. He smiles when he sees his two favorite people on the couch snuggled up against each other. Steve sat behind you.

“You two are too cute.” Steve coos.

“I believe that’s all you, Captain.” You say.

“I agree!” Bucky agrees. “Captain Cutie.” He coos, playfully poking Steve’s cheek.

Steve playfully swats Bucky’s hand away before leaning over you and gave him a kiss on his lips.

“Hey!” You pouted. “I don’t get any kisses?” You say.

Steve and Bucky smile at your cuteness before giving you a kiss on your lips, making you smile.

“Better?” They asked in union.

“Yes!” You smiled. “I love you boys.” You say softly.

“We love you too, doll.” They say back.

As the three of you cuddled and watched TV with muffins and coffee, you smile to yourself. You, Steve, and Bucky have always meant to be soulmates.

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[theapangea]

The Sweet Taste of You

Pairing/Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You and Lip kiss.

Part of the Every Little Touch Series

Warning: Kissing, dirty talk

A/N: I'm actually writing again, yay!!! More fics will definitely be coming as I am not officially done with school. Thank you all for the continued support. Hope you enjoy ;) . All mistakes are mine as I can sometimes be too lazy to reread lol.

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Masterlist

You breathe a sigh of relief when the bell finally rings and Lip still hasn’t entered through the door. Maybe he is too embarrassed by what is going on between the two of you that he no longer wants to show up for math class. Or he is playing hooky for any other number of reasons. You chose the latter as thinking that Lip is embarrassed by you in any way turns your stomach into a knot. 

You hate to admit that you are happy that Lip isn’t in class today. It isn’t that you don’t want to see him, or maybe you don’t want to see him. You actually cannot make up your mind as this situation is so confusing. A couple of days ago, you would have never imagined being in this situation with anyone, especially Lip. Lip is turning your whole world upside down and grinning the whole time as you squirm underneath his touch, his voice, his presence. 

You’d verbally groan out loud if you weren’t in class. 

But just when that little bit of hope was starting to settle in and the feeling of relaxation washes over you. The messy blonde hair comes rushing in. 

Fuck.

The apples of his cheeks are flushed with hues of reds and pinks as he catches his breath, handing the teacher a pink slip. His backpack slung over one of his shoulders as he weaves his way through the rows of desks. Flashing you a quick grin before sliding into his regular seat right behind you. 

Fuck.

The anxiety starts to replace the calm that was once coating your body. Lip sitting right behind you, probably thinking of all the dirty things he’s been doing to you is making you antsy. You wish you were strong enough to talk to him about all these things but the whole situation is so awkward and uncomfortable. You want this with Lip, but how can you bring yourself to actually talk about it with him?

Time seems to be moving slower than ever as the teacher goes on and on about some math equation that you can’t seem to even begin to grasp. Which is why you need tutoring, which is why you are friends with Lip, which is why you are in this whole mess to begin with.

If you can even classify this as a mess.

It is practically every girl's dream to be touched by a hot guy. You feel a little silly complaining about it but these feelings are so new to you. Not just the sexual ones but the ones that are sparks that you feel in your chest. The ones you feel everytime Lip is sitting just a little too close when he’s tutoring you, or when his hand brushes against yours. It’s these little feelings, the emotional ones, unfortunately, that you can’t seem to shake. And the added sexual situation is definitely not helping. 

You try your best to ignore him. Ignore the way he taps his pencil against his notebook while the teacher is talking, feeling his desk shift while he leans around your head to see the board. Trying to ignore the way his cologne still lingers, the smell engulfing your nose, suffocating you. 

You would give anything to be completely invisible right now. 

But would you give everything to make what you both shared disappear? The answer is a simple no. 

Yes, the whole situation is completely crazy. Yes, the talk of sex still makes you uncomfortable. But Lip is so sweet and gentle with his approach to whatever the hell you two are doing together. He makes this otherwise scary experience so much better. 

His presence completely clouds your mind for most of the lesson. His voice…his moans…are forever burned into your soul. Squeezing your legs together to release any sort of tension that is definitely building. 

You feel the shift of his desk on the back of your chair again, his overwhelming presence oozing from behind as he leans slightly over your shoulder, “Did you have a good weekend?” Lip whispers against your ear. His hot breath sending goose bumps down your body as you almost choke on his words

Fuck.

He knows damn well that you had a good weekend, that you had a great weekend. And he knows damn well that that little comment is sending your mind back to the sweet bliss of his fingers deep inside of you. A brief sigh of frustration escapes you because you can’t live in your dirty memories forever. Curse Lip Gallagher and his stupid fingers for making you feel so good. 

But how are you supposed to respond to him? Should you try to play his little game, knowing that you suck at any sort of dirty talk. Should you play it cool and act like nothing happened? Even though he could probably spot you bluffing a mile away. Lip had that effect on you, being unable to lie in his presence has definitely led you to explaining way more about your life than you want too. 

“It was fine.” You manage to force the words out of your dry mouth.

“Just fine?”

No it was fucking fantastic. The best thing that could have ever happened to you! Is that what he wants to hear? Probably is. 

You chose not to answer him and go back to listening to the lesson, or pretending to anyway. 

After a few moments, you feel a tap on your shoulder and a note appears. Grabbing the folded piece of paper quickly and unwrapping the contents in your lap. 

Meet me in the hallway - Lip

The hallway? 

He wants to talk with you now? Does he need to end it before it gets too far? Can’t he at least wait until class is over?

You can’t even begin to process the information before your heart starts beating rapidly. Your mind racing faster and faster with each passing moment. The hurtful scenarios starts to cloud your mind, prematurely bruising your ego before the conversation even happens.

You slump in your chair, messily writing K on the note before tossing it back to Lip. You think better to have him break your heart when all the other students are in class so then you can hide your tear stained cheeks in peace. 

You hear the paper crinkle as he reads the note and then folds it back up again. Barely any time passes before Lip’s hand shoots up in the air, interrupting Mr.S's monologue. 

“Yes, Mr. Gallgher.” His long face hardly moves, his eyes piercing into Lip like bullets above his small framed glasses. 

“I have to use the bathroom.” Lip’s voice is more invasive this time as it’s not just a whisper. Your foot shakes rapidly as you just need a second to process him.

The teacher shakes his head in approval as a response, the way he nods basically tells Lip to get out before he changes his mind. Lip loudly stands up and walks out of the classroom, not even turning around to give you any sort of signal that you should follow him.

Your eyes follow Lip until he is completely gone and the door closed behind him. Then your gaze immediately shifts to the clock. How much time should pass before you meet him? Would anyone notice that you two decide to leave at the same time? Would anyone actually care?

You start to slightly panic as you now have to think of some excuse to leave class. You can’t say you’re using the bathroom as Mr.S will just make you wait until Lip is back. 

Think, think, think. 

Your head shoots up into the air quickly, your mind racing before you even have a chance to develop a plan. 

“Yes?” Mr.S’s tone reeks of annoyance. 

“I have to go to the nurse.” The words fumble their way out of your dry mouth.

“And why is that?” He questions, his small eyes peering over his glasses into you.

“Period pain.” You say swiftly and everyone’s eyes shift in your direction. You wonder if they are able to tell you are lying. Your gaze focused on the front of the room as Mr.S walks over to his desk, grabs a pen and scribbles some nonsense on a pink slip. 

You quickly stuff the contents that are scattered across your desk into your backpack before walking to the front of the room and taking the pink slip out of his hand. 

The sound of the classroom door clicking behind you sends a shock through your body. Now what? Sure you agreed to meet Lip out in the hall but what was supposed to happen when you actually came face to face with him. 

You take a needed deep breath before looking around the hallway for any sign of Lip. Surprisingly he is nowhere to be found. You feel almost stupid for getting so worked up over a note now that you are standing here by yourself. 

You whisper his name into the empty hallway in case he is hiding. Maybe he really did have to go to the bathroom. Did he want to meet you in the bathroom? No, he explicitly wrote hallway. 

You start to walk down the corridor, towards the bathrooms to give him the benefit of the doubt. But just as you turn the corner you bump right into Lip’s chest. The collision gumbling your mind as you tightly wrap your fingers in his shirt to stabilize yourself. His hands instantly find your waist to pull you closer. 

“Crazy seeing you here.” His words are hot against your face. His forehead barely touches yours as your gaze meets his. His smell is even more intoxicating up close, even more suffocating. 

You forcefully push him away from you, his face changing from his lazy smile to a hard stare. Your emotions are running wild, gambling any and all thoughts as you are waiting for the inevitable to happen. And the fact that he is acting so nonchalant, so casual when he is about to ruin any good thing that happened to you is making this interaction turn more sour than it needs to be. 

Your eyes shift downwards, “Look Lip,” you take a deep breath, “just get it over with.”

“Get what over with?” He sounds confused and if you were really paying attention you may be able to hear the pain in his tone. But you are trying to block him out, needing to block him out to protect yourself from the pain.

You finally meet his gaze, your eyes beginning to swell, glossing over under the harsh fluorescent lights. Your voice barely moves than a whisper, “This,” your hand gesturing to the both of you. Now here comes the pain laced with your voice, “whatever is going on between us. Just end it quickly and get it over with so I can get out of here with the little dignity I have left. I can’t keep doing-”

“Stop, stop.” Lip waves his hands in the air. “I definitely don’t want to end this.” He steps closer to you. Your face softens as he reaches for your hands, his fingers playing with yours as he lightly pulls you towards him. “I definitely do not want to end whatever this is between us.”

“Oh.” Is all you can manage as you stare into his soft eyes. Your chest moving heavily again as you are finally able to breathe at his words. A small laugh is shared between you two as you realized you may have gotten ahead of the situation.

“So are you really going to tell me how your weekend was?” His voice is a gentle whisper, making your head float and your stomach sink.

Eyes shifting downwards where the tips of your shoes meet his. “Lip…”

“Because I was finger deep in a super hot chick.” He says it so plainly, so easily. The words dripped like liquid off of his tongue. 

“Lip…” You whine, your voice bouncing around the empty walls. 

His forehead rests on yours, taking in a sharp breath. Your name hangs gently on his tongue, pulling his lips into a slight smile, “Do you know what you do to me when you say my name like that?” He carefully guides you by your belt loops to lean against the lockers, the cold metal mixed with the heat of Lip raises goosebumps under your skin. He clears his throat, regains his composure, continuing to close the gap between the two of you, “Did anything like that happen to you this weekend?” 

Your heart is beating so fast you swear Lip is able to feel it. His hot fingers dust lightly underneath your shirt hem as he just stares into your eyes, into your soul. You grow easily insecure as you stumble over your words, unsure what you’re supposed to say.  “You know I’m not good at this dirty talk stuff.”

This answer prompts a deep laugh from Lip. His right up reaches to push some hair behind your ear, taking his time to savor this moment. This moment of complete silence, like the world is waiting for him to continue. 

He finally fills the empty void, his voice more even than before, “Honestly, I didn't think I’d be able to control myself around you today. Almost had to skip completely just to process what’s been happening,” His fingers trail your jaw line, finally stopping when his thumb comes in contact with your bottom lip. 

He gulps as his eyes are only fixated on your mouth, “Have you ever been kissed before?” His eyes finally flicker to meet yours. 

The heat rises to your cheeks in shame. Of course you’ve never been kissed before. Unlike sex though, you have thought about kissing before. You’ve definitely thought about kissing Lip, wondering how it would be. Your shifting gaze is answer enough for him. 

“Would you like to?” His question is so sweet and sincere. He wants to be the first one to kiss you. He wants to be the only one you ever kiss. He so desperately wants you to say yes, so badly wants to pull you close and take your breath away. He wants to explain everything that he is feeling with this kiss. Wants you to know how badly he needs this.  

God, yes you want Lip to kiss you. But you’re scared, scared of what may happen when you two finally do. Kissing someone and being this close to Lip somehow seems so much more intimate than the other night when you were at his house. 

You can tell he wants to kiss you right now, the way his tongue licks his bottom lip. The way his bedroom eyes shift from your gaze to your pillowy lips. All motion has stopped from him as he just waits for you to give him the green light.

“What if I’m not good.” You manage to speak quietly, not knowing how to tell him that you’re scared.

“I’ll teach you.” He half smiles.

You begin to stumble over any and all words, “You-you’ve just been with so many girls.”

“And yet none of them make me as fucking crazy like you do.” His confession pushes all the air from your lungs, making you audibly gasp. But instead of wanting to air, you desperately want him. 

He starts to move slowly towards you, his nose brushing against yours. The twirling of your breaths mixing together. He’s gentle, which is a weird word to be using for Lip Gallagher. You’ve seen the way he kisses and he’s anything but gentle.

But he stops just inches from your mouth, hot air coating your lips, “Just tell me you want me.” His words turn you into a mess. You can feel your panties starting to soak through. The effect that this man has on you is too great.

“I want you.”

Those three small words are music to Lip as he doesn’t waste another second to close the gap between the two of you. Capturing your mouth in his, your bodies pressed together as you deepen into him. The taste of Lip Gallagher is sweet and intoxicating. 

But he is anything but gentle, the kiss is overwhelming as if he needs you to breathe. As if he cannot get enough of the way you taste, of the way you feel, of the way you smell. 

Heavy pants fill the space between you as he pulls back, a small whine escaping you as you don’t want this to stop. You never want it to stop. 

His thumb trails over your bottom swollen lip as your mouth pulls into a smile. Your heart is beating so quickly and you are floating, never wanting to crash down, wishing so deeply that you weren’t at school right now. 

“We should probably get back before someone gets suspicious,” You say.

Lip audibly groans out of frustration as he shares the same thoughts as you. “Yeah,” he finally replies. “But you are definitely coming over later.” 

You smile, “Definitely.”

He kisses you one last time, deeply. Your lips still tingle even moments after he is gone and the two of you are walking back to class together. The sweet taste of Lip is forever ingrained in your memory. 

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Hi I really love your works :D I was just wondering if you could maybe make a fix where Bakugo and Reader escape from class to go home and watch a movie and things happen with fingers to reader in his lap? Please and thanks pookie (also this is my first time requesting so im sorry if its really vague)

Thank you my love! 😭🥰

Aching love.

‘Lockers. Now.’

Your eyes locked onto the message as you read it under your desk, Katsuki wasnt usually the type to want to skip class, but something about how he was acting today made this surprise request (or rather demand) seem not so out of the question. You were in maths lesson when your phone pinged, meaning he must’ve been in chemistry at this time, a lesson he usually hated but was unusually good at. You looked at the time and noticed that you only had an hour left before the end of the day, so the lingering guilt of missing the rest of the lesson had significantly decreased as you began to pack your bag up.

Slipping out of the lesson wasnt the difficult bit, you knew that any mention of period pain was a quick acceptance and dismissal of your presences in class, but navigating both you and Katsuki through the halls back to your dorm without aizawa or all might finding you was another feat all of its own. Even though you were third years, the anxiety instilled in you from aizawa still made you feel like first years when you sneaked around. Eventually you both managed to escape wandering eyes and found yourself comfortably laid cuddling on your bed as he searched Netflix for a film to watch.

“No we’re not watching some shitty chick flick again, we watched one last night. I want guns and explosions, Yano, cool shit.”

“I didn’t skip class to watch boring boy films kats, I want something at least half decent. What about a comedy? Horror?”

He lowly growled an acceptance at a horror film, finally deciding to put on Scream as it was the only half decent cult classic on the streaming service. You backed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, trailing his fingers along your side as he lazily traced circles up and down your ribs. You shuddered under his touch as a smirk creeped along his face, he loved how easily your body reacted to him, even with something as simple as a graze of his finger.

Something was burning inside of him, a deep and primal urge had been trailing its way through his veins all day, every time he thought about you his heart would race and his trousers would tighten. He hated this feeling as it was fairly unfamiliar to him, but something about picturing you sitting ontop of him, or trailing your fingernails up his back had him ready to pounce ontop of you and ravish you until you forgot any other word other than his name. As he traced his fingers along your side, he started to feel that tightening in his stomach again, you being so close to him and being so reactive to his touch already almost became too much for him to handle. He started to lower his fingers, trailing them over your hips and then to tops of your thighs, dancing them ever so gently towards the inside of them as he moved. You could feel your stomach tighten as every passing of his fingers edged closer and closer to the inside of your thighs, finding your hips almost begging to push up to force his fingers in the place you wanted them to most.

The more he moved his fingers, the deeper your breathing became, the heat rising in your body forced you to ignore the film and focus almost all of your attention on how he moved his fingers effortless across your body. You couldnt help but push back into him slightly, which was more than enough for him to start breathing heavier on your neck. He trailed his lips and teeth dangerously along the side of your neck, teasing at the thought of biting down and marking you, claiming you in the way he knew you loved the most. He slowly started to rub his middle and ring finger inbetween your legs, inches away from your sex as he caressed the inside of where your thigh met your pelvis. He slowly started to move your pants to the side with disgustingly slow, teasing rubs as he moved his fingers along the side of your folds to meet your entrance. He could instantly feel how turned on you were, your sweet slick meeting him just before he managed to reach your entrance. He let out a deep growl in your ear as he felt your warm essence greeting him, clamping his teeth down onto your neck.

The sudden pain from his teeth made your body jerk slightly, forcing his teeth to dig deeper into you as he flicked his tongue along your skin. His pressure made your breath hitch as he continued to tease you with his fingers, dangerously dragging your slick up your entrance so he could use it to gently rub your clit. The intense pleasure seemed to envelop you, your eyes fluttering as he slowly circled his fingers over you, teasing you with light pressure until you gave in and begged for him to enter you. This was his favourite version of you, one that he still hadn’t fully gotten used to yet, being that you were still newly in the grips of a fresh relationship, but one that he knew was going to become even more increasingly pleasurable to watch and take in. You rocked your hips as your body screamed for more pressure, more intensity as he kissed down your neck, reaching his other hand up to squeeze your chest under your shirt.

“P, please kats, please. I need it. I need you. Please baby, pleeease.”

Your begging snapped the restraint in his mind, forcing him to drag his fingers down and slip them inside of you, curling them up towards him so he could reach your tender g spot. The gasp of your breath causing his smirk to break the bite, he lowly laughed and he started licking up the side of your neck and whispering into your ear.

“Want me to move? Want more of me Dya baby? Say it. Tell me what you want me to do. I won’t move until you tell me to baby. Use those pretty words for me.”

“More kats, please, fuck me with your hands please. I need it so fucking badly.”

“Thats it baby, you want me to make you feel good? Been thinking about this tight pussy all day, been driving me fucking insane.”

As he spoke, he started to rock his fingers back and forth inside of you, teasing the pressure on your gspot as he increased it. He moved his hand from your chest to your hair, pulling it slightly so he could take more of the view in of you collapsing under his touch. He watched as you rocked your hips to greet his hand, the way your mouth gaped open almost moaning his name already as he claimed you. The faster he moved his fingers, the harder his cock got, watching as you unraveled infront of him. He then let go of your hair and grabbed your hand, forcing it to rub his cock as he helped guide you towards your first orgasm of the night.

The moment you tightened your grip around his wrist as he thrusted into you, he bite down harder on your neck and pushed his cock deeper into your hand.

“Thats it pretty girl, cum for me. Cum all over my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me why I should let you have your first taste of how big my cock is. If you can barely handle my fingers how’re you going to handle this?!”

His voice was low, husky and animalistic, you knew that if even his hands could make you feel this good, that his cock was going to absolutely destroy you in no time. Losing your virginity to anyone was scary enough, but losing it to someone who’s cock was so big you couldnt even close your fingers around it properly as you stroked him, was going to be a completely different story all together.

They say go hard or go home, but what happens when it’s both?