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Pen pal

Geto x fem!reader

College AU

Word count: 12,6K

Summary: After your meme post about your STEM studies is noticed by a kind stranger the two of you start a conversation and become internet friends.

Warnings: cussing, typos, grammar mistakes, probably not accurate for all colleges since I'm using mine as a reference, fluff, angst, slowburn, eventual smut (i'm bad at writing it so sorry)

A/N: wanted to write angsty af, but turned to smut.... enjoy and don't get used to it 😂

You hit send and stretch on your chair, your spine cracks after sitting down and hunching over your laptop for so long. It wasn't the healthiest but once you started writing you couldn't stop. Words in your begged you to let them out into the world. Or rather your final essay.

It took a while but it was finally finished. A week in advance, might you add. With this thing off your hands you could finally relax and concider the first year of your college to be officially over. All finals done and graded, no fails or retakes. And you have three months of doing absolutely nothing before you.

You smiled looking at the mail to the professor, your essay attached and secured.

Wait a minute.

The file you saved and attached has a different name than your final version.

You panic, quickly attach the file titled "final draft" and write: I'm sosorry mr prof i acidentally sentd the wrong file, this is the corr.rect one.

Only after you hit send did you notice all the typos but frankly you didn't care. Even this little embarassment was way better than your little what you deem funny notes written everywhere in your essays. It's like a fun excercise for you, using humor to keep your brain from falling asleep and potentionally hitting a block.

"Calm down heart, everything is okay," you whisper to yourself, "look, the correct version is there. Now you can start a summer break. So please, stop beating so fast."

But your heart knew something you didn't yet and kept rapidly beating. You stared at the new mail. The correct file was right there so why-

You didn't copy the conclusion from the draft to the final file. You checked the final draft just in case and sure enough the three paragraphs you wrote ten minutes ago weren't there.

"How can I be this fucking stupid?!" you cussed at yourself while you were pressing ctrl, c and v keys fixing your mistake.

This time you took deep breaths, wrote gramatically correct apology, attached the correct file (which you opened before you attached it) and finally hit send.

You finally calmed down. Now that you think about it the poor professor of yours will be so confused but amused as well. You chuckled to yourself and already formed a meme in your head.

After couple of minutes it was shining proudly on your laptop screen:

Maybe it was the sleep deprived state you were in or the hilarity of your dumbness but right now you though this was the funniest meme you've ever created. You proudly logged on your tumblr account and posted it.

Your blog was relatively small, only reblogging interesting pictures and almost never making your own original posts. And even those you did make didn't get any recognision so you started treating it as your own personal diary. Venting about stuff that went wrong in your life, making memes either about things happening to you or after your brain once again made a weird connection between two subjects discussed in class. Almost no one but you found them funny, hence the lack of notes under your posts but you stopped caring a long time ago. You found them funny and it was all that mattered.

But now all that matter was you finally getting a good night's sleep with no stress, no alarm waking you up early to study, absolutely nothing.

Being dumb as always you forgot to turn off your usual 7am alarm. Groaning you rached for your phone and with one eye still closed you tried turning it off. Only to notice something unusual. You got a notification. From tumblr. Someone liked your post. And commented too!

All sleepiness left your body as you quickly went into the app on your phone and checked the notes.

⬛ black-swallow commented: damn and here i thought i was the only one making dumb mistakes in college 😂

For your first ever comment it was certainly...something. You didn't know whether to comment back playfully or leave it. But out of pure curiosity you commented back.

@ black-swallow yeah nah, there are more of us. Btw what was the dumbest thing you did?

The reply would probably take a while, if ever, so you started your morning routine: skin care, brush your teeth, hair, etc.

As you sat down with your breakfast you checked the notes and surprisingly your new buddy commented back.

⬛️ black-swallow: i basically did the same thing you did with your essay, but i did it with my application. Had to send it four times...

You almost spit out your water. Four times? Poor fella. Must've been so stressed.

@ black-swallow oh that sounds really stressful. But hey you got in in the end!

⬛️ black-swallow: yeah, and got kicked out too :')

Okay now's the time to stop talking, unless you want to embarass yourself even further. Cringing at yourself you closed the app and turned off your phone. First person you interacted with on that god darn app and you embarass yourself like that. Unbelievable.

After finishing breakfast you had no plans for the day. Other than enjoying your fellow freshmen stress about their finals which you since long passed. You just propped up your legs and relaxed. Until you heard another tumblr notification.

But this time it was a dm.

Sorry to bother you like this but can i ask what does bioarcheology mean? Sounds terrifying.

"Calm down," you said to yourself, "it's just a dm, nothing difficult. Besides this person sounds nice. They don't know you, they can't see you, they can't hurt you."

The years of your parents beating your head with 'don't talk to strangers online' went out the window the moment you replied to the very first person reaching out to you through internet.

Nothing interesting really, i picked that class for extra credit anyways 😅

The reply came in imediately. You and this person must be in the same timezones. How lucky!

Come on, don't be so humble. When i passed my first scary sounding class i was talking about it to everyone willing to listen

Well, what was your scary sounding class then?

Biophysics

Holy 💀 physics alone is hell but mixing it with biology as well?

Ikr? Honestly some lectures were really interesting but others were like a lullaby for me 😴

I understand, some bioarcheology lectures were boring for me too. By the way what college are you on?

*were. Medicine.

Sorry, i forgot 😣 and yeah, should've guessed... sorry

Hey it's okay. And don't apologize, maybe things were supposed to be like this

What do you mean?

I wasn't feeling very well on that school, i just didn't wanna quit in the first year. And before you ask i dropped out after second

So you were forcing yourself to stay on a school you didn't like anymore for two years?

Yup. Everyone else had gotten to the schools they wanted and loved it, i felt like i was wasting my time but if i left willingly only after a year i would be a year behind everyone else. So i left it up for fate

And fate decided to kick you out

True to that. But i still like science, just not the medicine part of it...

After studying biophysics i'm not even surprised...

It took your college drop out some time to write a reply so you made yourself a cup of your favourite tea, force of habit since you studied with it too. So far you're starting to like texting with some complete stranger. Getting to know their story. Is this why people casually slide into others' dms?

Your friend finally replied.

Sorry, my roommate needed help with packing. As for your last message there were lots of other classes that were equally if not harder than biophysics, but all of them either dealt with anatomy or physiology which is basically memorizing. When it comes to finding patterns and math and using logic i'm pretty slow

You chuckled and typed a reply.

You'd like it on my college then. Lots of memorizing, very little logic. Which sucks for me because i'm the exact opposite 😂

Well, now that i'm a free man and know an insider i just might apply 👀

So now that you know he's a man. Okay, you can live with that. Even though you felt a tad more nervous now that you know something a bit more specific.

What's your school called?

It's the natural science one. The same city as your previous school

You vividly remember your bus passing by the best medical school in your entire country. You just hope he really was attending that one and not a different, less prestigeus one.

Natural science? So STEM in other words

Basically

Yeah i know which one. Coincidentally after highschool that one was my second choice in case med doesn't work out.

See, maybe fate wanted you in STEM all along

Haha, maybe 😂 My name's Suguru Geto by the way

I'm Y/N, nice to meet you :)

Summer quickly passed and the only thing you remember was your talks with Geto. They were shy and reserved at the begining, mostly starting with 'how are you?' continued with 'good, and you?' followed by some awkward silent minutes before it evolved into a deep conversation about the immortality of a cockroach.

You found out lots of things about his life. How he met his best friend in highschool, how the two of them and one other girl used to wreak havoc across the town, how they all got into the same college albait with different intentions. The girl called Shoko genuenly wanted to become a doctor dreaming about it her whole life. Geto's best friend Gojo, being very competitive but also a son of a wealthy CEO didn't need to go to a college but wanted to to be with his friends (later he admited to Geto he got into that school just to show Shoko it's not as hard as she said it was). And Geto applied because he had no idea where else to go. He liked science, biology, chemistry, being in lab, creating something new which would help the world. Med school sounded like the clear answer for him, if it wasn't for the boredom he experienced the first semester.

He told you how he struggled in some classes finding them absolutely unnecessary and beneath him, his professor condescendingly talking to them as if they were less than worm beneath the ground if they didn't know an answer. He went above and beyond to at least pass the class hoping next semester would be better. Oh how wrong he was. No matter what he did, no matter how selflessly he helped his classmates they never showed gratitude. When he upped his grade from barely passing to top of the class no one even bat an eye, as if that was a sure thing.

By the time second year came he was so mentally drained he didn't even bother to show up to classes anymore. Why bother if the teachers are just reading the text off of their powerpoint presentation and he has to learn it by himself in the end anyways?

The more he ranted to you the more you pitied him. For you STEM was the first and only path in your life, dreaming about it since you were a kid. For him though? Thinking you finally found your path only to be this utterly disappointed must've been like a stab to the back.

Getting a letter about him being expelled must've been half relieving to him and half disappointing. On one hand you have your freedom of choice back on the other you have the stress of possibly not making it in.

The entire summer wasn't just about him talking to you, no no, he was also a great listener. You complained about mundane things to him and he always answered in matter of minutes. He was always there for you, but now you were the one to be there for him as well.

Y/N i'm so stressed i feel like puking

You'll be fine, don't worry about it. If anything there are lots of plant pots on hallways for you to puke in and fertilize them ^^

As if... i'll go to the deanship like a civilized person thank you very much

Very classy geto 🙄 By the way which place holds the entrance exams? Have you found it?

B1 404, standing infront of it. Why? Did you take it someplace else last year?

No, never had to take it, had grades good enough

Show off

I know 😘

You cringed as you realized what emoji you just sent him. Force of habit from sending it to your friends whenever you manage to prank them. To your surprise he sent you back a winking AND smirking emoji. You blushed. He has never sent you anything flirty or suggestive. Why would he? The two of you didn't even know eachother that well or what the other one looked like. He could be a slimy looking weirdo with a pedo-moustache for all you knew.

Okay Y/N, gotta go now, wish me luck

Always Geto, good luck!

Can I ask you something?

It was weird for him to start your everyday conversation with this sentence, you thought.

Sure. Is it something about the school mister accepted?

No, don't worry, i'll get to exploiting you later 😏 I wanted to ask, what do you look like?

If the first message didn't make you blush the second one sure did. You never asked eachother about your appearance. You already made an image of him in your head. The longer you knew him the more your imagination turned him from a questionable weirdo to an almost cute nerd.

You'll see once the semester starts

You really think i can wait that long? Do you even know me? If you're shy would it be better if i showed you how i looked like first?

Yeah, that would be better.

It took couple of minutes before your screen lit up with a new message.

You almost passed out. There's no way someone can look this good in just an oversized tshirt and sweatpants. And a man bun of all things! The jawline, you were pretty sure it could cut diamonds. His eyes, narrow and sharp, with irises dark enough to not even see his pupils. And yet they seemed oddly kind to you.

The longer you looked at the selfie he sent you the more heat rushed to your face. There's no way a guy this gorgeous has been texting with you this entire summer.

That's not you

It is

It isn't! You just googled a model or something

A model you say 😏

That damn emoji will kill you one day. Before you could get a hold of yourself you got another selfie from him. This time he had a post-it note with your name on it between his lips.

Believe me now?

It's been a couple of days since he sent you that picture and you still haven't replied. Every morning Geto woke up and checked his phone but still no replies from you. Well, aside from a picture of a naked cat and calling it your nude.

"Your girlfriend still not talking to you?" Gojo asked.

Geto sighed. "Stop calling her my girlfriend. And yes, still nothing. I told you that last selfie would be too much for her."

Gojo took a bite from his apple. "Was worth a try," he said mouth half full of his granny smith, "didn't she send you a pic back?"

Geto showed him his phone screen and Gojo coughed out his chewed peace of apple.

"Ew, you're cleaning it," Geto jumped back from the mix of apple and spit that landed next to him on the couch.

"Hey and whose fault it is to bag a girl with an excellent sense of humor?" Gojo reluctantly went to the kitchen to get a wipe to clean up his mess. "And even if she's ugly her being funny may make up for it."

Geto sighed. "She's just a friend who happens to be my future upperclassman, I don't care if she's ugly. I mean, I'm friends with you afterall," he smirked.

Gojo showed him his tongue while pulling one of his lower eyelids down and left the living room. (A/N: what Gojo just did is like giving someone a middle finger but in japanese way)

You were more stressed than ever. Which was partially understandable, you're about to enter the second year of university tomorrow. The assignments, the lab reports, the midterms, the finals.... Your head was already spinning from the amount of studying that's infront of you. And they say the first year is usually the hardest.

But other than the usual fears you had another one called Geto Suguru. A guy you've been talking to the entire summer. A guy who has sent you bunch of winky and smirky faces. And his actual face. Twice.

Since then you'd talked sporadically. Not that he was pestering you about your own face reveal, he was oddly conciderate about you not wanting to show yourself to him just yet. Both of you were just busy. You with buying new supplies for all your classes and him with probably the same.

It wasn't that you thought of yourself as ugly or anything. On your best days you even thought of yourself as quite cute. But compared to other girls around you... you just fell into the background. Forever the side character.

Either way, the closer it got to the first day of the semester the more messages from him blew up your phone every day. Stuff as "where is the xyz class" or "does this professor take attendance every lecture?" was on a daily basis now. Gone were the deep talks or good mornings that made your heart skip a beat even before you knew what the guy sending you these messages even looked like. But you couldn't blame him. New environment. New people. If you were in his place you'd probably act the same.

For the last time you checked your phone for new messages from him. Aside from the one thanking you for a map of the campus nothing new. He must've gone to sleep already, you thought.

Checking your backpack for the last time before bed has soothed your thoughts about possibly bumping into your internet friend tomorrow. You finally went to bed.

The bus is usually empty whenever you take it to school. Which you thank all gods for because it's a thirty minute drive and with the amount of walking you still have to do to get to the school you were greatful for always finding an empty seat. Sitting by the window as usual, looking at all those different people going about their morning routine. Kids of all ages going to schools, adults either nervously honking at the car infront of them or taking their dog for a walk with no care in the stressed out world around them. You were stuck inbetween these two worlds. Still burdened with school work but also with adult chores. Stuck in your own personal limbo.

The bus turned right. A huge light blue building appeared in the corner of your eye. Outside the window was the medical school you always passed by kn your way to school. The same medical school your new friend attended few months ago. You started to wonder about him for the first time that day and your usual angxiety returned. How will you meet? And when? Would it be today? Should you approach him if you see him? How will he react?

Your train of thoughts came to a stop just like the bus. Outside the window at the bus stop stood a familiar modelylike face. The same face you took a screenshot of and stared at every day since he sent it to you.

Suguru Geto boarded the same bus. Eyes still half asleep never even looked your direction. He took a seat right infront of you giving you a perfect view of his luscius hair tied in a half up bun. You stared at him as if he was a ghost. You weren't ready to meet him this soon. What should you do? Should you tap him on the shoulder? No. Rather not. You remember how he told you about his morning temper and how he can snap at people if he doesn't get enough sleep.

Out of fear of him snapping at you you pulled your hand back and stared out the window again. You'll bump into him later. Hopefully.

You were tense the rest of the drive to your school. When the bus finally came to your stop you practically sprinted to the bus door and out onto the busy street. Not even bother to look back if Geto gave you a weird look you quickly walked up the stairs and up the hill quickly getting surrounded by fellow students. Some were familiar from the previous year, some were complete strangers. You could easily spot a freshman, by their nervous faces and unsure steps. You looked just the same before.

Now your step was more confident, knowing where to go, but your hands were nervously rubbing eachother. Sometimes you checked behind your shoulder and sure enough Geto was right there towering above most of the students. You had guessed he was tall but that tall?

No matter. Pretty soon your paths would drift apart. He already told you he has a virology lecture which takes place in a completely separate building than your biochemistry labs. If you were lucky you could pass by him in a hall today. You hoped not to though. Sitting behind him has already made your heart nearly beat out of your chest, how would it react if he was walking right towards you?

Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket as you walked through the front entrance. It was Geto. You exchanged phone numbers in case he ever needed anything and you weren't online to see his message. Which was what you told him. In reality you really wanted to hear his voice at some point. In a safe distance.

You pulled out your phone and checked to see what he had sent you. It was a picture of the front entrance with a caption "i'm on a highway to hell". You chuckled. Of course he would be into that type of music. Before you turned the phone off something caught your eye. It was the back of your head. Right there in the middle of the picture about to enter the school. You blushed. If only he knew he already took a picture of you.

You only replied with a smiley face and informed him you're already on your way to your first class. He wished you good luck as you did him and both of you stepped into the new chapter of your lives.

You traitor

Only a week into the semester and he already scared you half to death. Did he already find out what you looked like?

Why didn't you tell me i have to take organic chemistry again 😫

You sighed in relief.

Sorry buddy. But hey, look at it from the bright side: you already studied all of it once before. And i doubt our organic chemistry is more difficult than yours was

The lectures are fine, already had one this week. But the labs. THE LABS

Come on it can't be that bad. Judging by the pictures of your cooking over the summer, you're quite skilled at measuring and mixing ingredients. It just won't be edible

It's not that. The labs are super boring. You don't acomplish anything during them and their only purpose is for you to learn how to behave in labs in general, how to work with the various tools and how to properly write lab reports. They just prepare you for AFTER you already graduate

Isn't that how all labs are though?

Well, yes. But we at least had little competitions during our morgue classes

YOU WENT TO THE ACTUAL MORGUE 💀

No, don't worry. Me and Satoru called it that. It was actually autopsy room

Satoru. Your friend right?

Yeah

Do you miss him?

Sometimes. i mean we are still roommates but since we have different scheudals we don't get to interact much outside of weekends... But on the bright side as you like to say i can finally focus on the lectures 100%. Before Satoru used to always taunt me into playing tic-tac-toe. I miss the winning tho...

You chuckled. He was so goofy, despite looking really serious every time you caught a sight of him. Maybe he just has a resting homicide face.

Anyways, have to go now. Tomorrow is my first organic chemistry lab

Okay, good night Suguru! Good luck!

What?

You called me Suguru

Only then you realized your mistake.

I'm so sorry 😣

It's fine. I like it. Good night. Sweet dreams <3

As unlucky as you were while texting Suguru you were lucky in other aspects. Your morning lecture got cancelled. Which meant you had around two hours of free time. Which you couldn't spend in bed unfortunatelly, because the little remnants of bad luck caused you to read the mail about cancelation only after you were already in school. It was fine tho. You could finally get a taste of true college life.

You got a coffee from school café, bought a sandwitch from the diner, found yourself a couch in a chill zone near the chemistry department, which were usually all full of stressed out or relaxing students, pulled out a laptop and worked on your lab report.

Working came easy to you even though you had rushing students all around you. Even through all the noise and distraction your fingertips still dance across the keys, your mind still produced intelligent sounding senteces. You were about to save the whole file when someone tapped you kn the shoulder.

"Yeah-?" you looked up and nearly died right then and there. It was Suguru. Towering above you with his hair fully pulled up except for a small strand framing his face. Has he found you already?

"Sorry but, do you know where the room CH1 409 is? We're kinda lost and only have like 7 minutes to get there," he said sheepishly as he stepped aside revealing what you assumed were his three lab mates. Two of them were girls. You hated how jealous you started to feel.

"S-sure," you managed to stutter out. "I can take you there actually. It's a little difficult to find and I'm not the best direction giver," you chuckled awkwardly while putting your laptop back to your bag.

"Wonderful! Thank you," said one of Suguru's friends.

You nodded and walked ahead of them. It was a shame you didn't get to hear his voice more. You decided to change it.

"So, you're freshmen," you started. As much as you hated smalltalk you really wanted to hear that smooth baritone of his.

Your unluckiness strikes again. "Yeah, how did you know?" said one of the girls.

"You dummy," told her the other girl, "she knows where the lab is, she's probably had to take the exact same classes as us!"

"Oh, yeah you're right."

"And how do you like it here so far?" you tried again.

"It's great here," answered the guy, "though some classes are pretty difficult. I have no idea how I'll be able to pass."

"Don't worry, if you have motivation you'll pass," you tried encouraging him. "What about you?" you directed your question at Suguru who was walking behind everyone.

He only shrugged. "Don't know, has only been a week. Too short to judge," he answere a bit coldly.

"Oh don't mind him," one of the girls patted your back, "he can be a giant ass sometimes."

Not to me though, you thought. What about all those times he was the sweetest guy with you? Maybe he just hasn't slept well. Yeah, that must be it.

Before you could try to conversate a bit more you arrived at the lab. There were other freshmen already waiting in their lab coats on and their notebooks in hands. Suguru and his friends pulled out their lab coats as well. Disappointed at your very first (albeit unofficial) meeting you turned around to leave when one of the girls stopped you.

"Thank you so much for showing us the way!" she said cheerfully. Behind her stood Suguru. Now that you think about it he was always walking behind her. If you inspected her more closely you noticed she had a miniskirt on with fishnets underneath.

Jealousy is a beast that you usually fight off quite quickly. But today you lost. "Can I give you an advice?"

"Sure," she smiled, her perfectly white teeth stood out against the deep red lipstick she had on.

"Don't wear too much make up to labs, the fumes from chemicals could react with it and burn you. Also tie your hair up," you gestured at her long silky waves while noticing how she tried to hide her big forhead by letting it down, "they could catch on fire."

Hopefully you desguised your pettiness as good enough of an advice. The girl you were talking to seemed convinced as she thanked you prefusely before asking around for a hairtie. The other girl already pulled out hers.

You waved goodbye to the freshmen, mostly Suguru. They waved back, except for Suguru who kept looking at you quizicaly.

Your previous spot on couches was occupied. You opted for a different resting place, near a room where your next lecture will be held in. It wasn't as cozy as the couch but it was free of any people and it had a desk too. No more balancing your laptop on your thighs.

As you sat down you pulled out your laptop, notebook from labs and a phone who was already telling you about one unread message from Suguru.

Met my first unpleasant person in this place

Your heart tightened. Unpleasant?

What do you mean?

However he didn't respond back. Of course he didn't. He had labs. He was probably busy with titration or other bullshit you did a year ago. You will just have to wait.

The waiting took half a day. Right as his labs were finishing your lecture was about to start. And since this professor wasn't one of the kind ones to send you his presentations you had to take notes manually. It took more than two hours for you to finally get on your phone.

We were lost on our way to organic chem labs and i had to ask someone on a way there. The girl was nice, she even lead us there. But then she made some passive agressive comments to my friend

Oh shit. Were you really that bad?

What did the girl say?

Just told her she can't wear that much make up and has to tie her hair back. My friend has acne she masks with the make up and pretty big forhead which she told me she's self conscious of. Whatever that girl was a bitch for saying that to her

You resisted the urge to cry, swallowed the huge lump in your throat and sat down on the nearest bench. You didn't mean to be that bad. Were you really acting like a bitch? Maybe he's just exaggarating. It was only pettiness. It won't happen again.

Those were good advices tho. The fumes from chemicals could mess up with the make up and burn her skin and if she leaned down above a burner her hair could catch on fire

Once you realized how much you sounded like "that bitch" Suguru was talking about you quickly typed another message.

It was the first thing our professor told us and he beat it into our heads every time a girl came in with lose hair

A reply from him came couple of minutes later.

Yeah, maybe you're right. It's just that That girl had a weird look on her face

You had no way of replying to that. Or mood to reply as well. You just wrote him a quick ttyl and went to the bus stop. On your way downhill from the school you felt your face heating up more and more from embarassement. You knew you should've fought with jealousy more. You knew you should've kept your mouth shut. Now that moment will haunt you forever. And not only that, if you ever get enough courage to reveal yourself to him he will instantly remember you as his first unpleasant person in there.

All in all, it was just the first week but you already want the whole semester to end.

Couple of weeks passed. Suguru and you texted nearly every day. Mostly after school. Sometimes he teased you by sending you picutres of stray cats near the campus with captions 'this you?' to which you always sent a rolling eye emoji.

Makes me wonder how many times we passed eachother 🤔

Lots, trust me

Whaaa? And you never bothered to talk to me?

We did actually

Your last message made him lean back too much on his chair and fall.

"You okay?" asked Shoko who still visited him and Gojo either out of boredom or nostalgia's sake.

Suguru ignored her concern and quickly shuffled in his memory. He has talked to so many people outside his class already. Mostly asking for directions to different places. But for the love of him he couldn't figure out if he talked to any girls or how many he talked to. Or how they looked like.

Aaaand can you tell me what we talked about?

You were asking for directions to a lab

Do you even know how little that narrows it down? And why are you so talkative today anyways? Did i tell you something rude or?

No. It's biochemistry. I can't figure it out 😭

Aaaw, my poor girl

As much as he liked the flustered reactions whenever he happened to mildly flirt with you he genuenly meant it this time. He remembers his own time figuratively and literally crying over biochemistry. He decided to take a leap of faith.

How about i study with you? I had biochemistry for two whole semesters and passed it by some miracle

You'd do that for me?

Sure. Besides after all the material you've already sent me and how much you already helped me it's about time i helped you back. Otherwise i just feel like a leech

There was no reply from you for couple of minutes and Suguru was affraid he maybe overstepped this invisible line you drew between them.

He heard hushed voices behind his back.

"What?" he snapped a little more annoyed than he intended.

"Is that girl ignoring you again?" Shoko puffed out some smoke from her cigarette.

"She isn't ignoring me," he waved his hand around in the cloud of smoke clearing the air a bit, "it just takes her a little longer."

"Riiight," Shoko put her cigarette between her lips again.

"I don't understand how the two of you haven't met already," Gojo complained. He should be studying along with Shoko but as usual he kept lounging around, dismissing Shoko's comments about him failing this class for sure with that attitude.

"Half of the semester is behind us already and you still have no idea how she looks like."

"She's shy, let her be."

"Aaaw, look how he's defending his girlfriend," Gojo cooed.

Geto glared.

"Soon to be girlfriend," Gojo corrected himself.

"With the way she's talking to me soon to be an ex friend. She's been so distant lately..." he rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Don't worry, maybe she's just busy," Shoko reassured him.

"She did mention something about biochemistry."

"See!"

"Even then, her messages have been rather weird. Sometimes she's her happy talkative self and other days she barely texts back a full sentence," he sighed.

Gojo patted his shoulder. "That's girls for you. Which reminds me," he pulled out his own phone out of his pocket, "there's a joined party for med students and scientists as well. How about we go? You'll finally get to relax," he adressed poor Shoko hovering above her notes, "and you can invite your soon to be slash maybe never be girlfriend and finally meet her! I plan on meeting this one lady myself so we can organize a double date if you're shy."

"No matter how much you try Utahime will still tell you to go fuck yourself," Shoko reminded him.

Gojo turned around at her. "Well first of all-!"

Geto payed no mind to their arguement anymore. His phone buzzed in his hand. You replied.

Okay. But can we study right now please? Through a phone call?

In a speed of light Geto sneaked out of the living room to his own bedroom and searched for his old biochemistry notes. Even though he offered to help he himself was pretty clueless and barely passed the finals. Still the urge to finally hear your voice was bigger than the embarassment possibly awaiting him.

As soon as he found the old dusty notebook he sat down at his desk and dialed you.

It took only two rings for you to answer.

"Hello?"

By god your voice sounded so cute. He wanted to squich your cheeks so bad. Unfortunatelly he couldn't remember a single person he talked to who would even come close to sounding like you. Granted, the phone makes everyone's voice sound a bit robotic but still. Should he start recording every conversation he has from now on?

"Well hello there," he greeted back with a smile. "So, what is it you need help with?"

You hummed. He distantly heard ruffling of couple of papers. Eventually you answered. "Gluconeogenesis."

"Okay, a bit more specificly?" he already started looking for a page about it but couldn't seem to find it. Did they even cover it?

"Well, the whole thing basically. I know it's glycolysis but backwards but in the presentation the professor showed us were couple of reactions that looked confusing and I don't know what else to do."

Even though he found your whine at the end of your sentence cute he was frantically turning page after page looking for any headtitle starting on G but nothing.

Someone opened his door.

"Who're you talking to?" both his best friend and Shoko peaked through the opened door.

Geto waved at them to leave. "Uhm give me a moment okay?" he said to the phone and then pushed it to his shoulder. "Shoko do you have a biochemistry notebook here?"

"Is that your girl?" she asked insted, excitement in her eyes. "Put her on loudspeaker!"

"Do you have it or not?!"

"If I say I do will you let me hear her?"

Geto contemplated. He wanted to keep you just to himself for a while longer. But without Shoko's help...

Gojo came in with his own half torn notebook dangling it infront of Geto. "It's all yours if you let us hear her."

Geto frowned into his best friends smirked face which matched Shoko's. He rolled his eyes and finally spoke to the phone again. "Listen Y/N, my friends want to hear you, can I put you on a loudspeaker?"

"Uhm, sure?"

As soon as he did Gojo started asking bunch of questions. "Heey how are you? Are you the Y/N Sugu won't shut up about? How do you look like? Why didn't you send my boy a selfie? He likes black so go on and buy some nice black lingerie for him yeah?"

By the time he finished his little rant Geto covered his phones's microphone and nearly kicked him in the gut. Hopefully you didn't hear most of his questions.

Shoko punched him as well chastising him for scaring you off. "Don't mind him Y/N, you'll get used to him. Now say something already!"

After a second of silence you peeped out a shy: "Hi."

"Oh my god Suguru she sounds so cute," Gojo gushed.

"Don't let her near him," Shoko pointed at Gojo. "It was nice to hear you Y/N, can't wait for Suguru to introduce you to us properly. Enjoy your study date!" she said as she dragged Gojo away before he could blabber out some more inapropriate things.

Suguru turned the loudspeaker off and it was just you two again.

"What the hell was that," you asked with panic in your voice.

"My friends trying to ruin my life. They mean well though, don't worry. It's just rare for them to see me interacting with a girl."

"But whenever I see you on the halls you're surrounded by couple of girls though."

Geto smirked. "Is that jealousy I hear?"

"Maybe."

Before he could press any further you asked about biochemistry and he quickly found the page he needed. Thankfully back then Gojo was at least trying to take notes in classes so the entire gluconeogenesis was neatly explained. After about twenty minutes you exclaimed you finally understood and thanked him.

"My pleasure Y/N. Was this why you weren't talking to me that much?" he leaned back on his chair.

"This and another thing, but it's okay now."

"Aaaw, what other thing? You know you can always talk to me right?"

"I know, but not this time. Sorry."

"It's fine," he said sadly. In the back of his mind he imagined bunch of different scenarios that could trouble you. Failed test, mean classmates, or worse a crush on a classmate.

"Hey, you have a nice voice," your words pulled him from his thoughts.

He chuckled. "Look who's talking. Even though are you sure it was me you talked to? I swear I never heard such a melodic voice from anyone in school."

"Well, you were kinda in a hurry. And was focusing elsewhere too..."

"Huh? What do you mean?" he genuenly didn't understand. Focusing elsewhere?

"Nevermind. By the way how do you like it so far? It's been almost half a semester now."

"It's going pretty good. Much more interesting than med school. Even though," he rocked on his chair back and forth, "it would've been nicer if we could've met face to face."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"I don't think that's a good idea though."

He quickly stopped rocking and sat up straight. "What? Y/N..." he couldn't even find words. Why wouldn't you want to meet up with him? "Y/N, have I been rude to you? Have I scared you off while we talked in real life?"

"No."

He sighed in relief.

"You barely even looked at me."

His heart tightened again.

"It's just that," you paused for a second trying to put together a whole sentence, "I've seen the girls you hang around Suguru and all of them are really beautiful. Standing besides them I look nothing special. You would be disappointed if we met and you knew it was me. Isn't it better this way? I bet you imagine me as this model or something," you chuckled but he could hear the sadness in your voice.

"Y/N, first of all my imagination is pretty bad so I only imagine you as a girl with your name written across your face," you chuckled at that which made his heart swell, "and second of all those girls hang around me, not the other way around. Most of the time we travel in groups and look for places together which is way more efficient than getting lost alone. Besides, none of them can even hold a candle to you intellectually. Once in a virology lab this one girl gathered a sample of bacteria on that wire thingy and put the whole thing into the burner. She was very surprised why she had nothing grown on her petri dish a week later"

"Oh my god," you laughed out loud. "How will she pass?"

"Maybe she won't. I heard some other upperclassmen say the first year is usually treated as a sorting out year."

"It's possible. But her effectively killing all her bacteria sample is something else."

"It is," he chuckled at the memory. "Now that I think about it do you remember that unpleasant girl i told you some weeks back?"

"Yeah," you said emotionlessly but he paid it no mind.

"The girl she gave advice to was the same girl who burned off all her bacteria. Maybe she was right about advicing her like that. Maybe she could smell the stupid on her."

"Maybe."

There it was again. The one word answers.

"What is it now?" he asked concerned.

"Nothing, I just," you paused. He could sense a hesitation from your side. Eventually you spoke up again. "I just think I know that girl."

"Oh? Is she your friend?"

"More or less."

"Then I'm sorry if I offended her."

"Nah, it's fine. Do you still think of her as a bitch?"

"No."

"Then all's fine," he could hear you smile and he smiled as well.

"Well Suguru, as much as I like hearing your voice I have to go to sleep now. Thank you for explaining it to me again. I don't know what I would've done without you."

His heart sped up at the praise. "It was fine Y/N, that's what friends are for right? Oh and one more thing!"

"Yeah?"

He hesitated but finally he gathered enough courage. "Satoru told me about an upcoming party for scientists. Are you coming?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe. It should be after a midterm from embryology. Let me check."

He patiently waited while you checked your calendar. Even if you wouldn't be going he would still find a way to meet you. Now that he knows what you sound like he could just walk around and listen to people talking.

"No, unfortunately it's the night before the midterm. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he tried masking his disappointment. Even though he admired how dedicated you were to your studies he really wished you could make an exception.

"Hey, maybe next time, okay?"

"Yeah, maybe fate will arrange my life again," he joked and you chuckled.

"Yeah. You never know. Good night Suguru. Sweet dreams."

Your midterm was around the corner. As was the party Suguru mentioned. You still see him in halls here and there, often surrounded by a group of people. There didn't seem to be a time where he was alone. Unsurprisingly so, since he looked like... well, like him. To sooth your jealousy there didn't seem to be any prominent lady hanging around him all the time. The faces in his close circle were always changing. Even the famous dummy from virology seemed to disappear. Maybe his words about merely traveling together were true.

Today however you payed no attention to him or his newfound friends. The only thing on your mind was your midterm. Other groups have already taken it and you heard them say how life draining it was. Their words were confirmed after you passed by a group of your friends who just finished it. Well, friends was a strong word. As freshmen you often relied on eachother but now that you know your way around and you were sorted jnto different groups you talked less and less.

"Hey," you greeted them. "How was it?"

"Run for your life girl," the one who had most prominent eyebags replied.

Some other people who you didn't know nodded, their faces equally as tired. Eveb the biggest know it all you've met in this darn buidling was mumbling something about retaking it.

From there your legs took you straight to library. It didn't look like those in movies you watched growing up. No fancy decoration or tables with green lamps. Just basic library with books stacked up to the ceiling, basic wooden uncomfortable looking chairs and tables with chipped edges. A pleasure to study there.

With a list of helpful books in your phone you walked around not looking for a particular one. Just procrastinating. If you managed to find one off your list you just flipped around and put it back in. All terms in there were already familiar to you. You doubted you could learn anything new by now.

Few rows bahind you something fell to the ground, the loud noise making you jump. A pretty loud 'fuck' along with a very familiar scolding from librarian soon followed. Amused you peeked into the corridor to check the poor guy's first experience with the dreaded librarian. It must be a freshman. Everyone else already knows to not even breath when in closed proximity of that witch.

It really was a freshman. But your freshman. Suguru stumbled from the alley into the corridor and quickly hid in the same row you were in, running by you, barely sparing you a glance.

The librarian calmed down and returned to her usual spot, a spawnpoint as you liked to call it. Once she did Suguru sighed and leaned back, a small smile tugging on his lips.

You admired him for a bit. It's been a long time since you've seen him, let alone been this close to him. Once he calmed down his head fell back to its usual level and he finally noticed you. His smile faded and your heart cracked. "Hi," he politely greeted. You only nodded back aknowledging him and opened the book you held on a random page. The whole book could be upside down and you would never even know, the only thing you were focusing on was his figure. Which was moving slowly towards you.

"Uhm, excuse me," his melodic voice made you look up at him. Your cheeks got heated as you waited for his next words. "Could you move?" he asked and pointed at the shelf you were leaning on.

"Oh, sorry," you whispered back and quickly moved. Your legs itched to walk away completely to not embarass yourself even further but something stopped you. A sudden urge rose inside you. 'Talk to him. Tell him.'

He flipped through his book, completely unbothered by his surroundings. Thank god for that. It gave you some time to psych yourself up. Twice you opened your mouth and closed it again. He took out his phone to snap couple of pictures of the pages in his hands. An idea.

You pulled your own phone out and messaged him.

Hey, you there?

After hitting send it only took couple of seconds for his phone to vibrate. He glanced at it again with annoyance but after a while a smile creeped up his face as his fingers danced across the screen.

Well hello, how was the study session?

Good. Listen, where are you right now?

Butterflies flew around your insides as you watched him type.

In library. Why? Wanna meet? ;)

This is it. It's now or never.

Look left.

With hope filled eyes you watched him and waited. The message finally got delivered. He read it. Then he turned his head. Your eyes finally met.

"Hi," you said carefully.

"Hi," he repeated, a dumbstruck expression on his face.

You expected a lot. Everything actually. But not what he did. It was just a small movement, some would write it off as just a spasm of muscles. In split second his eyes drifted from your face to someplace behind you and back down to you. As if checking if you're really the only one there.

Your throat tightened as tears slowly clouded your vision. "You're disappointed, right?"

That brought him back to reality as he shook his head. "No, no, of course not. Just surprised, that's all!"

How you wished you believed him. A tear has already escaped your eye and you cursed yourself. Not wanting to embarass yourself even further you turned around ready to leave.

"Hey, wait up," he stopped you by putting his large hand on your shoulder.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTHS," came an angry voice of the librarian. Both of your hearts stopped beating for a moment.

"Outside?" he mouthed to you.

You nodded and both of you practically sublimated out of there. Standing outside he finally took a good look at you. His eyes resting only on you, despite people walking around. Feeling selfconscious you tugged on your coat. It was supposed to snow today so you took the fluffiest you had, making you look three times your size.

"Ehm, so," you broke the silence, "it was nice meeting you and all but, I have midterm to study for sooo..."

"Oh, but we only just met," he pouted. It was cute, seeing a hunk of a man like him pouting like a kid who lost his favourite toy.

"Sorry," you apologized genuenly meaning it. Even though you'd love to stay time was pressing down on you.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. "Do you remember the party I mentioned to you?"

"The one in two days? Yeah, I remember. Why?"

He grinned. "My roommate is going there so my place will be free. And I need to study as well so we can study together. What do you say?"

His suggestion was tempting. But then again, being with him, all alone, possibly even staying the night? But you always studied much more efficient when you had someone beside you.

After few moments of pondering you nodded making his eyes even brighter.

"Great! I'll text you the address," he held up his phone and winked. "See you later kitten."

"This was probably a bad idea," you tell yourself as you check the address one last time. You were already standing under the building. A pretty fancy one. Didn't look like dorms at all. Maybe it wasn't. He did mention his roommate is unholy rich though so maybe this is one of the perks of being his friend?

First snowflakes dropped on your phone screen. You looked up. The clouds didn't even look dark enough to start snowing. The weather forecast didn't mentikn it either. You pulled your coat tighter around you a regretted not putting on another layer just in case like you use to.

The front entrance opened revealing Suguru in black sweatpants and black knitted sweater. "There you are! Come in before you freeze," he stepped aside and held the door open for you.

His place was on the eighth floor. The ride in the elevator wasn't long but for you, being so close to Suguru, it seemed like hours. Finally the elevator dinged and the doors opened. A white haired man wearing a pretty expensive looking shirt stood infront of it. You looked up and him and gulped. What kind of a man wears shades in the building?

"Sugu, is that her?" the man asked pointing a finger at you not even looking in your direction.

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, this is her. Y/N, this is-"

"Satoru," he took your cold hand in his and leaned down, "pleasure to meet you."

Before he could kiss the back of your hand you pulled it from under his nose and held defensively against your chest. Suguru's shades slid down his nose slightly, revealing surprised blue eyes.

Giggling came from behind him. "I like her," said a brunnette in dark blue dress. "I'm Ieri."

"I'm Y/N," you smiled.

Suguru cleared his throat. "Okay now that we all know who the other one is," he placed his hand on your lower back making your blood quickly travel to your cheeks, "we better go study. Enjoy the party you two," he gently pushed you inside the open apartment door.

"Fine, fine," Satoru rolled his eyes. "If you need condoms I put some of mine in your bedside table."

"We are really going to study though," you said but he only chuckled.

"Yeah I know. Embryology," he winked under his shades and pulled Ieri along with him leaving you and blushing Suguru behind. Alone.

"Ignore him," he said and offered you Ieri's soft slippers. "Tea?"

"Yes please," you took of your coat and hanged it. Their place didn't look like it belonged to a pair of students at all. Everything looked expensive. The ridiculously giant aquarium in the living room wasn't helping at all. Upon further inspection you only saw two fish in there, one black the other white.

Suguru came back from the kitchen. "Those were Satoru's idea," he tapped the aquarium glass.

"It's cute. To represent you and him?"

"Yeah," he put his hands in his pockets and stood beside you. In the glass' reflection yout two almost looked like you were on a date in aquarium. You smiled at the thought. "He also wanted Ieri to have one as well but she refused. I have a feeling she's shipping us."

You chuckled. "Then my presence must be ruining her ship."

"Hmm, are you suggesting something?" he smirked and leaned in closer to you.

"Ehm," you averted your eyes and pulled your backpack off of your shoulders, "we got work to do."

"Right," he straightened back up, his expression unreadable. "Do you want to stay here or go to my bedroom?"

"We can go to yours," you say without actually thinking how it might make you look. Thankfully Suguru found no deeper meaning behind it and lead you to a decently big room. You could tell he was preparing for your visit. No man is this tidy. Even though it's Suguru.

"Make yourself at home, I'll go finish the tea."

"Thanks."

You walked around a bit. There were some pictures of his youth. Some were with people you didn't recognise, some with young Satoru. On all of them he looked extremely cute. Puberty must've hit him like a truck. You also took notice of the dumbells and other training equipment hidden in the corner. You always assumed people like him just went to a gym, or better yet had their own personal gym. Guess he's more of an introvert than you gave him credit for.

Without any further inspections you sat down on his bed, so soft and welcoming. You resisted the urge to lay back and drift off to sleep. It would be perfect. Big soft warm bed, picking up snowstorm outside, a handsome man laying by your side. You shook your head. You're just friends. You're just a friend.

"Tea is here," he walked in with two mugs in his hand handing one to you.

You just held it, wamring up your cold fingers. "Thanks."

With a small smile he nodded and sat right across you on his gamer chair. Did he play videogames as well?

"So, how does the whole studying in pair go?"

You sipped on your tea. Actually you had no idea. The only collective studying yoj ever did was with him through a phone that one time. It was more him explaining things to you rather than mutual teaching. In the end you shrugged. "We'll have to figure it out as we go."

"Guess we will," he leaned back.

He gazed at you so long it made you selfconscious. "What?" you giggled nervously.

He shook his head. "Nothing, just," he moved to lean forward on his legs, "never thought I'd have you here."

"Weren't you the one to beg for a meeting?" recalled all the times he asked on which floor of the school you were or asking for your schedual to surprise you after class.

"I didn't mean that," he said and pointed at his bed. "I meant here."

You looked down and blushed. "Oh."

He chuckled at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I'm not like Satoru."

"Like Satoru?"

"Horny."

You choked.

"C-can we start studying now?"

He nodded.

The clock on his bedroom wall slowly ticked away. You revised everything yoh needed and now was just helping Suguru. In the past hour he restlessly moved from sitting on his chair, to sitting on the parapet to now sitting on the ground right between your legs while you were playing with his long silky hair.

"Come on Suguru! I know you know this!" you tapped his scalp.

"Even if you threatened to shoot me I wouldn't know," he groaned and flipped through his notes again. "Maybe it won't even be on the damn midterm."

"The last time I said this I had to retake it. Besides if you don't pass on the first time then you'll have to retake after Christmas along with your finals. Do you want that?"

He leaned into your hands and closed his eyes. "That won't happen," he tilted his head back and looked at you, "because I have you now."

You chuckled and somehow didn't get flustered. Maybe you were desentisized after spending multiple hours on end with him? "Like I will sit there with you while you take it."

"Why not? I could squeeze you up," he got up from his spot and hugged you real tight against him, "and put you in my pocket like a talisman."

You giggled at him hugging and squeezing you. Without even realizing it he fell down with you in his arms on his massive bed, laughing along with you. When you opened your eyes you were met with his bare neck and long hair framing it. You looked up and realized how close the tow of you are. And how dark it has gotten outside.

He noticed how awkwardly you held your hands infront of you and losened his grip. "I'm sorry. Do you want to go?"

You shook your head and shushed the butterflies in your stomach. "Nope, I just-" you looked away from him, "maybe you're used to it but I've never been this close to a man before..."

He smiled and brushed your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. "I'm not used to it. I told you it's not often I'm close with a member of the opposite sex, and that's why Satoru and Ieri acted so weird. Besides," his hand fell from the top of your head to your neck and rested there, "you're the first girl to lay in this bed."

Your eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

You had no words. How do normal people even react to something like that? You just hummed and let your eyes roam around his face. He looked really cute right now. Like a cat. Even before he always reminded you of a cat. One of your hands rose up from your chest and with the lenght of your forefinger petted him under his jaw, like you would a cat.

"Meow," he said and you chuckled. But your finger didn't stop petting. Hiw own thumbed rubbed the back of your neck, his palm heavy on the side of it.

"I like bwing around you," you confessed."

"Me too. You're so calming."

You hummed and closed your eyes. "Would you mind if I stayed the night?"

"Not at all. I"ll even drive you to school tomorrow so you won't have to freeze in a bus."

Your eyes shot open. "You have a car?"

He shook his head. "Satoru does. He owes me for so much already. And he forgot his keys here too."

You swatted his shoulder lightly. "You're the worst!"

"Only for you."

There it was again. That damn smirk you imagined every time he sent it in an emoji form. Now it was right infront of your face. You readjusted your head. Now it was on the same level as his face as opposed to before when it was underneath it.

"Why did you message me that first time?"

He thought for a while. "Out of boredom mostly. But I'm glad I did," his hand moved from your neck up to your cheek.

"And why did you keep messaging me?"

"Why did you?"

You weren't sure yourself. "I don't know. You were nice I guess."

"And?" he moved closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing your own.

"I don't know!" You whined and moved your head to brush his nose. "What do you want to hear from me?"

"A confession or something," he mumbled. "I really want to hear you say you like me."

Your movement stopped. He wanted what? "Why?"

"Because," he brushed his thumb on your cheek, "I like you and I want to hear you say it back."

"You like me?" you asked not believing him.

"I do."

"Why?" some self-hating tears burned your eyes. There's no way you were this lucky. There's no way he's serious. Someone like him won't just start liking someone like you.

"Because I felt like it. Will you let me?" he asked and quickly glanced down at your lips. His question was about more than him liking you.

You closed your eyes and let the fate play out this scenario however it wanted. It was its fault he came into your life in the first place.

Suguru smiled and pulled your head towards him. His lips were soft. At first it was just a snall peck, filling your chest with warmth much sweeter than the tea he made you. When he pulled back you kissed him again. He locked your lips together, enjoying the way you moved against him. His other hand pulled your waist towards him and you sighed into his mouth. No one has ever touched you like this before. You could get used to this.

When sweet kisses weren't enough for him anymore he rolled you on your back while stradling you and deepened the kiss. You were surprised, sure, but certainly not dissapointed. You pulled on his lose hair, making him moan into you. This amount of power over a man wasn't so bad. Your hands snaked around his neck while his lowered to your thighs propping them up to lock around his waist. Something hard poked into your center.

Your eyes shot open and you gently pushed on his shoulders to give you some time to breathe.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked. From this short of a distance you could finally see his pupils agajnst his dark eyes. They were blown wide with desire.

You gulped and shook your head. "I'm scared."

He smiled gently and stroked your cheek. "Shh, it's okay. I'll be gentle."

His other hand played with the hem of your shirt, silently asked for permission. Which you gave.

He pulled your shirt of exposing your bare chest to him. You don't even know what you thought that morning not putting on a bra. But right now you were kinda glad you didn't. Less time wasting.

He immediatelly started kissing a path from your neck down to your chest. Sucking a hickey on your sternutm while both of his hands squeezed and massaged your breasts, thumbs flicking across your nipples. You whined at the foreign feeling. The hardness between your legs got even more prominent. Your legs locked around his torso and lifted your upper half to be close to him again. While your ass was off the bed he tried to pull down your warm trousers. Eventually they joined your shirt on the floor.

"Not fair," you whined and pulled on his sweater.

"Lemme fix it," he mumbled into your skin and sat up to pull his clothes away.

Of course he had a six pack. Of course he did. He leaned down and continued kissing your chest. You saw his back muscles. You swore he had muscle groups you thought were a myth.

Once his mouth got to your panties you came to a horrifying realization: you didn't shave.

"Sugu, stop," you tapped on his back making him look up at you.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't," you looked away in embarassment.

"You didn't what, sweet?" he caressed the inside of your thigh and you shivered.

"It's a mess down there," you finally admitted hiding your face in your hands.

He tsked and pulled your hands from your face giving you a soft kiss. "No good man is affraid of a little forrest," he winked at you and dove right back where he stopped.

"Oh my- Sugu~"

He made out with your lower lips just as passionately as he did with your upper ones. Not used to the new sensation your legs tried to close but he held them wide open, even folded them up against your chest giving him better access. You moaned and whined, everytime you did he tried something new. New speed, new preassure. He spelled his own name on your clit with his tongue before sucking it, making sure to make you feel as good as possible.

Suddenly something poked your entrance. You shot your eyes opened panicked but quickly shut them closed when his long finger stroke your insides. No one has ever touched you in there. Not even yourself. Once he made a 'come closer' motion you were done for.

With a final kiss he pulled out his glitening forefinger. "Well, that was fast," he commented.

"Shut up," you hid your face once again.

He chuckled and moved up again, your legs found their home around his waist. He kissed your hands hiding your face. "It's cute kitten, don't hide away from me," he tapped your wrist. You pulled your hand away revealing your flushed face. "There you are," he smiled and kissed you. He licked inside your mouth and you tasted something more than just his saliva.

While he made out he pulled down his sweatpants and the hardness you felt before sprang free now. Too embarassed you didn't even attempt to glance down. Feeling how big he was down there was way more than seeing it.

"No way that will fit inside," you sighed into his mouth.

"We'll make it," he kissed you before straigthening up and leaning to the side of the bed.

"What are you-?"

"You wouldn't want to study embryology in practice now, would you?" he winked and opened his bedside table.

Embarassed you looked away from him and studied the arm that was still resting beside your head. His bicep must be bigger than your face. And the veins on his fore arms! A wet dream of every nurse for sure.

You mentally slap yourself. Why must you always think like a scientist?!

While you were scolding yourself he quickly slipped on a condom and his tip was now poking at your entrance.

"This will probably hurt," he whispered into your ear.

You found his hand and held it tightly, his fingers interlocking yours. "I trust you."

Slowly, inch by inch he moved inside. If his finger was way too long you weren't even ready for his nether region. He stretched you out in all directions, but mostly forward as he disappeared inside you more and more. You whined here and there but he kissed your cheek and told you how well you're doing and how it will feel good afterwards. His thumb kept rubbing the back of your hand as he moved his hips thrusting up into you.

Then, you didn't even know how but he was all inside. Once he was he groaned. "Fuck," he breathed out and his head fell into the crook of your neck and kissed you there. "You're so soft."

He breathed against your neck and you felt shivers run down your spine. He pulsed inside you and by the way he was breathing you knew he was trying to control himself to not hurt you. Oh how you loved this man.

Your other hand, the one not holding onto his, got lost in his hair. "Y-you can move."

You felt him grin against your skin. He pulled out, making you feel awfully empty, but quickly filling you up again making you gasp. "Oh~"

His arm moved from beside your head to hold your ass in place as he thrusted inside. Slow and steady. His tip always caressed that one spot his finger previously discovered. Every time you moaned he kissed yet another hickie into your neck and you feared you won't be able to last long.

A new feeling grew inside you. Much more powerful than the one before. "S-Sugu~" you breathed out, not being able to finish your sentence.

"Yes kitten?" He lifted his head. God he looked amazing. With his black hair framing his face and little beads of sweat forming on his forhead, like a crown of dewdrops.

"I-I-" he hit that spot again and you moaned seeing stars.

"Oh, you like it here," he angled his hips and poked that spongy spot again.

"N-n-n-" in this new position his pelvis rubbed just perfectly against your clit and it was damn near impossible for yout to even think.

"You're close?"

You nodded.

"Right behind you," he moaned and kept hitting that one wonderful spot unditl both of you fell apart. You first, him following closely after, filling the condom to the point of it leaking around his base. His head fell back into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses and catching his breath. Your own chest went up and down, touching his toned one with every breath. He stayed inside, staying nice and warm. You came to love being stretched like this. Unfortunately, both of your bodies would soon grow cold and would have to separate. He pulled out making you hiss.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"Nah," you caressed the side of his face, "I loved it."

He smiled and kissed your palm. "Sleepy?"

You nodded and as if on cue yawned. Damn he was only with you once and he already knew your body better than you.

He got rid of his condom and threw covers over both of you, pulling your bodies together in the process. This was great. Exactly as you imagined. You and him together after a good and thorough study session, nice and warm while winter went crazy outside.

How could one stay awake?

Suguru stroked your naked back. Up and down, then back to your head again, scratching you like a cat. He woke up in the middle of the night and had been caressing you ever since. Usually he would curse this sudden wave of insomnia but now he was greatful. Who knows when will the two of you be like this? With how seriously you take school and his own hectic schedual mixed in? Better to enjoy this while he can.

Sun began to rise when he heard noises outside his bedroom. Satoru must be back.

Sure enough the white haired man stumbled through the threshold, his shades aslant and shakimg from the outside cold.

He made his way into kitchen but stopped once he got a peek into his bestfriend's bedroom. Thankfully you were laying chest to chest on him and most of you was covered by his blanket anyways but still Suguru tried to cover you from unwanted eyes.

Satoru grinned. "Just study?"

Suguru threw a pillow at him.

#geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto fluff #geto smut #geto x y/n #geto x you #jjk geto #jjk au #geto suguru x reader fluff #geto suguru x reader smut

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i know everybody has their opinions on why armand 'couldnt/could prevent it' and it is very interesting to read the various interpretations. the way i see it, there are three possibilities (and i'm for the third, spoiler alert):

one, armand couldnt prevent it because, even as a centuries-old vampire, he genuinely doesn't have the power to stop 13 vampires from eventually coming after him/him+louis if he didn't accept their ultimatum. he can make them faint, he can freeze time, he can sway the mind of the audience (with some difficulty...? true or false?) but how long can he keep these powers up and can he do it forever, for however long vampires' grudges last? he might have thought it was possible for him and louis to run away, but that eventually the coven would've found a way to manage to kill him. there's power in numbers? how powerful are centuries-old vampires, exactly? is the combined power of 13 angry vampires enough? armand himself says at some point 'they might've killed me' or smth along the line, meaning he at least believes them capable of trying to kill him. is he that afraid of confronting the coven, of doing battle with them, of failing and dying? (this is the blandest possibility)

second, armand couldnt prevent it because he didnt want to prevent it. armand is a master manipulator and he likes to manipulate others into destroying the things he's bored of/he's lost control over (the children of darkness, the theatre des vampires... his relationship with louis?) cause he doesn't want to take on the responsibilities that come with that destruction, and the eventual guilt/sorrow. armand is minimizing his role in deceiving louis and claudia and is portraying himself as helpless, a centuries-old vampire with limits to his powers, so much so that even the act of making the audience say one thing over the other takes a toll on him, cause it was so hard to just do that one thing, owwie, of course he saved it to when it came to louis' turn for the sentencing.

this is the armand we think of when we see the memes about his inaction, thinking he's smirking to himself bc he knows he could end it with a snap of his fingers.

now we all know that armand is manipulative and that he likes to be in control even when he cedes control, but is he always and in constant awareness of the degrees of his own manipulation and scheming? is he in control of all that, all the time?? does he do it purposefully, with evil intent, consciously selling out louis and claudia and agreeing to a plan involving lestat to get rid of the coven/santiago and consciously pretending to be weaker than he is to get rid of claudia? so this leads inevitably to

third, armand couldnt prevent it because he convinced himself long ago that he is completely helpless and no word or action of his could ever, ever, change a thing. this state of mind he's fallen into has obvious ties to his past, his slavery, his submissive tendencies, his inability to act and decide for himself. he's created this image of himself of someone weaker and powerless that he fully believes to be true, he manipulates others the same way he manipulates himself. his many expressions of grief, of sorrow, of guilt throughout the episodes are genuine because, at some level, he genuinely believes he 'could not prevent it', because he decided long ago he's the kind of person who simply can't on his own--that can't ever, ever be accused of serious stuff because in this narrative he created for himself he can never be a hundred percent at fault, he doesn't bear all the responsibilities. (he's still a manipulative and controlling individual here, just not as shrewd and consciously cunning as in option 2). in this light, the memes about armand doing nothing when he has the power to act become tragic in their own way, because it's tragic that he truly thinks of himself, a centuries-old vampire leader of the paris coven, as powerless and helpless as he had been when he was still alive.

#fine i'll just shut up #armand apologist you say????#standing with my canceled wife you say???? i dont know these things #no for real i love armand. he's the messiest vamp around and he does the freakiest shit in the most nuanced ways #armand #interview with the vampire #anne rice's interviews with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv spoilers #the vampire Armand #Assad Zaman #p

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the race loser x lando norris + part one

in which you see your ex best friend again after he cut of contact between you two.

not proof read - angsty

sunday - red bull ring

It can’t be. Lando doesn’t believe his eyes. His eyes must have lied to him. It doesn’t take his brain longer then a few seconds to fill up all his thoughts with you. Is there a possibility that you’re here? Here at Red Bull Ring during a race? He shakes his head. He should stop thinking like this. This is the kind of behavior that makes him lose focus which makes him lose points at the end. He tries to discard every thought he is having about you, but he can’t stop himself from looking in the same direction again while hoping to see you.

He knows his friend Max is here. He also knows that Max is one of the people who’s still in contact with you. Lando always tries to get information about you out of Max, but he never succeeded. Not that he deserves it, but still.

Before the start of this season Lando spend his whole vacation with you. Of course his friends were there as well sometimes, but you were the one who was always around him. He already knew that he had a crush on you, but that holiday it turned into so much more. At least, for him. It took him one week after his vacation to ruin everything between the two of you. It was the first race weekend. Even now when it’s more then a couple months ago, it still hurts him to think about it. He hates the way he acted that day. He hates himself for causing this. It’s all his fault.

sunday - bahrain international circuit

“Don’t,” Lando speaks up with a loud voice, “Don’t come in here to tell me it will all be better soon. Because it won’t.”

He doesn’t notice the way you shake a bit because of the harsh undertone in his voice. He also doesn’t notice the way you can’t stop looking at him. Lando doesn’t look at you, he’s focused on his phone. The race is barely over and he’s already reading multiple tweets about the failure of McLaren. It doesn’t surprise him that there already memes made. Normally he can laugh about them, but when he sees a McLaren photoshopped tractor with himself and his teammate inside he doesn’t laugh. He’s closer to crying then to laughing.

You don’t know what to say. Lando is getting annoyed by his own thoughts. He wants nothing more then to bathe in your comfort. Would it be a bad thing if he would let you comfort you? He already imagines himself laying with his head on your lap while you try to encourage him about the car. As quick as he can he discards his thoughts about you.

This kind of behavior makes him a loser he thinks. He can’t even focus half of the time because he keeps thinking about you. Even in the car it’s always like that. Whenever he makes a good move, the first thing he wonders is if you saw him. He’s way too distracted by his own thoughts and they are all about you.

“Lan.”

He barely hears you at first, but he does look up at you. He notices the way you look at him. The pitiful look almost pains him. This isn’t how he wants you to look at you.

“Don’t,” Lando says again, “Please don’t pity me.”

“I’m not,” you tell him softly, “I’m here for you.”

He notices the way you try to come closer to him. It costs him all of his energy to move away from you. He can’t be weak. Not now. His mind if made up. He needs to regain his focus. You are a distraction. As long as he’s crushing on you, he can’t focus fully on the races. He needs his focus.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be,” Lando states.

“What do you mean?” You ask him confused.

Lando lets out a soft sigh. This is already hurting him. It’s all for the better good. Zak told him about distractions before. You can’t become a race winner if you can’t focus. He has had this conversation with Zak so many times, he never did something with it. But now he feels like it’s the only chance he has left. He needs to focus on racing this season, he can’t focus all of his energy on you. It will be better. Zak told him that you would understand him, it was logical after all. Maybe his crush will even fade away, then it will be easier to be friends again.

“I need space,” Lando explains. He can’t help but notices the hurtful tone in his own voice. He tries to lose it. It’s his decision, he shouldn’t be sad about it. “And I need to focus on racing,” he goes on, “now I focus too much on us. I’m always busy with us.”

“What are you saying?” You ask him. Lando notices the sad tone in your voice. He doesn’t dare to look at you. “I can give you more space if you want? We don’t have to hang out every time you’re free.”

“I think I need to get away from you for a bit.” He can barely say the words. It already pains him. He tries to focus on his future as a race winner, but he doubts it will be worth it. Is he really giving up on your friendship? Fuck. His body fills up with regret, but he knows it’s already too late now. He said the words. There’s no going back.

“Oh.. Uh,” you can’t form the words you’re searching. Lando hears the soft sob coming out of your throat. “Why?” You ask him.

“I need to focus,” Lando repeats himself. It hurts him to look at you. It’s wrecking him to look at the tears he caused.

“Are you going to break with all your friends?” You ask.

Lando shakes his head.

“Why me?” You continue to ask.

Lando keeps silent. You let out a sob. When it has been silent for a few minutes you decide to walk away. You won’t get a clear answer. Lando watches you walk away. He knows it his own decision and his own fault, but in his mind he’s running after you. Telling you everything about his feelings, kissing you and keeping you close to himself. But he can’t. He tries to focus on Zak his words. He hopes it will soon feel better like Zak told him, because he can’t see himself focus better if this memory is the last one he has of you.

sunday - red bull ring

When he races past the same corner, he notices it again. Is it actually possible that you’re here? He tries to think back at what Max told him before the race. Where was Max seated today? Is it in the same place he thinks you are? Could it be possible that Max took you with him?

After Lando broke off the contact with you - which included blocking you on almost every social media platform, another advise from Zak, he didn’t feel any better. He uses his socials to write messages to you, messages that you will never receive. He writes about missing you. About loving you. About not being able to focus any better now. It’s shit. He uses his fake Instagram account to look at your account. He scrolls back through all the photos of you and sometimes you with him. He can’t stop looking at your highlights, he tries to experience every memory over and over again.

He can’t. He can’t get his cheerful feeling back. He doesn’t feel the same anymore, he only feels shittier every time. Whenever he looks at the memories, he reminds himself of what he threw away. He should never broke off the contact between you two. It was a mistake. The biggest mistake he ever made. Not because it isn’t even working - his focus is only away further, but because it isn’t worth it. He misses you. Sometimes he wakes up at night gasping for air because he realized again that he’s never getting you back. Other nights he cries himself to sleep while thinking about everything he threw away.

Zak told him it would be hard at first. But now after a few months Lando can safely say it’s still hard. He can’t find out one small benefit from his actions. The car is getting better, but only because the updates are finally working. And now when the car is finally good enough, Lando himself isn’t. He thinks about how it would have worked out if he didn’t cut you off. Then there would have been the same updates and he would feel good. Yeah, a bit distracted because of his feelings for you, but still happy.

+++

“Why did you bring me here Max?”

Max looks up at you as if it’s a dumb question, but you can’t figure out what you’re doing in Austria right now.

“I had a spare ticket,” Max shrugs.

You know he’s lying.

“So you decided to bring the person your friend, who gave you to tickets, doesn’t want to see anymore? That seems like a stupid plan,” you say a bit annoyed.

“Just wait y/n,” Max tells you, “It’s about time you see how this focussing on racing is treating him. And then the two of you are going to talk.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me,” you say softly, “he wants nothing to do with me.”

“We both know that isn’t true,” Max states, “We just don’t know what happened yet. I’m sure there’s some sort of explanation for this.”

“It has been months, I don’t think he regrets it.”

You’re a bit distracted from the race for a couple minutes while talking with Max. When you’re about to search for Lando his McLaren again, you hear a loud banging noise. Did something happen? You look around at the track. At first you don’t see it. Until you look right under your nose. Fuck how did you miss that? When you we’re busy searching for Lando and talking with Max, the papaya McLaren car crashed right under your nose.

Is Lando already out of the car?

You try to find an answer to your burning question, but it seems like Lando is still in the car. That can’t be good right? You feel yourself getting more panicked.

“What happened?” You ask Max, “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know,” Max whispers. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I knew this would happen.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Because his focus is even worse, fuck. I took you here to show you that his action didn’t make any difference. I wanted to show you that Lando was in a worser shape without you, but I didn’t expected him to crash right in front of us,” Max explains.

You don’t look at Max. You can’t look away from Lando. There are multiple people around his car. They are trying to get Lando out of his car. At least that’s how it seems. You feel like you can finally breath properly again when you see Lando getting out of his car. You let out a relieved sigh when you see him walking without support from the stewards.

“Can we go see him?” You ask Max.

Max is also letting out relieved sounds now he knows his friend is walking on his own.

“Yeah, I think he needs to get checked out first by the medical team. But we can already go to McLaren so we can see him right after,” Max tells you.

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“What was that Lando?” Zak is standing right in front of him. The medical staff is still busy with checking him. Lando lets out a sigh.

“I crashed,” he dryly comments.

Zak mutters something, but Lando can’t hear. It’s probably some sort of curse word. “Why did you crash? It seemed like you just let go of the car in that turn.”

“I was distracted,” Lando states. He doesn’t tell Zak what caused him to lose focus. When Lando took that turn again, he couldn’t help himself and tried to find you again. Then he actually saw you. Of course, he saw you just enough to knew it was you, but still. Before he knew it he lost control over his car and ended up crashing.

“By what?” Zak asks annoyed.

“By how I need to fix things with y/n because cutting contact didn’t do the trick,” Lando says softly. “I want her back here. And I’m never listening to your idiotic advise again.”

After he said those words the door is opening again. Lando lets out a relieved sigh, he isn’t sure how mad Zak will be at him so he can use a small distraction. A nurse is appearing in front of them, “It seems like you were lucky today. There’s nothing major going on, but you do need some rest.”

“Can he race next week?” Zak is quick to ask.

“If he gets enough rest this week,” the nurse answers quickly, “I suggest a couple nights of going to bed early and making sure you sleep eight hours a night.”

Lando almost snorts. He won’t do that. He can’t. Every time he tries to fall asleep, he ends up thinking about you for hours.

“There are some of your friends here as well, can I let them in?” The nurse continues.

“Yes,” Lando quickly responds.

“In the mean time you can come with me,” the nurse tells Zak, “We can share some ideas for fast recovery.” She walks out with Zak, but does tell Lando that his friends will be here in a couple seconds.

Lando wonders which friends are coming. He knows Max is here, so he thinks he will be one of them. Maybe the race is already finished and his other friend from the grid - Max Verstappen - will also visit him? Lando doesn’t know who else should be here for him. His mind goes over to you again, but he’s sure you’re not one of the friends that’s waiting to visit him.

It doesn’t take long for Max to enter the room. Lando isn’t surprised to see him.

“Are you okay mate?” Max is quick to ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Lando assures him, “nothing too bad.”

“What happened?” Max asks further.

“You’re going to think that I’m insane,” Lando says, “but I was so sure about seeing y/n. I got distracted. I thought I saw her and then I lost control over the car. I probably made it up, but I couldn’t focus during the race at all. Like every other race. I told Zak I’m going to find a way to fix things between me and her. But I think she hates me. Can you help me?”

“Mate you’re rambling,” Max says with a small smile, “Why did you tell Zak that you’re going to fix things?”

“Because he was the one that kept telling me to cut ties with her!” Lando exclaims annoyed, “He told me I needed to do that so I could focus properly. At first I didn’t listen, but then I was so mad after the first race this season that the words flew out.”

“I might have brought someone with me today,” Max says after a while of thinking, “but you need to promise me to stay calm. The nurse is going to kill me if you’re going to panic yourself into a heart attack.”

Lando can’t stop himself and thinks about you. Is it possible that Max is talking about you as well? It can’t be.

“I promise,” he quickly says.

Max walks away, only to return a small minute later with you next to him.

Lando doesn’t know what to do. Are you actually standing in front of him? He stands up from the chair he was sitting in earlier. He walks closer to you. In the corner of his eye, he notices Max walking out of the small room. He can’t stop looking at you. The first thing he notices it the tired look you have, you even seem worried. Then he notices the shirt you’re wearing. A simple Quadrant one. Normally you always wore his own merch while attending races, but he’s still glad you’re wearing at least something that’s close to him.

You don’t know what to do as well. Lando is standing closely in front of you. You notice the way his eyes are looking at every part of you. You realize that you’re probably doing the same.

“I’m so sorry,” Lando says after a while.

“I heard about Zak,” you respond, “Is it really true that he made you cut ties with me?”

Lando nods. “I shouldn’t have listened to him. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“Let’s talk about it later,” you say.

“Can I hug you?” Lando asks you with a few doubts. You nod quickly. Lando moves even closer towards you and drapes his arms around your body. You feel yourself warming up.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you tell Lando with a soft voice.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Lando thighs his grip on you. Hugging you even closer then before. He can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his arms like this again. He knows things aren’t fixed yet, but he’s hopeful to make things right with you. Everything. Even telling you all about his feelings.

i think there will be a part two of this! let me know if you guys want that as well :)

part two

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fanfiction #formula one #f1 #lando norris x you

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spacebarbarianweird · 9 months

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Hi hi !! Stopping in to see if perchance I could get some headcanons on astarion with a human tav that seems a little too good at navigating through darkness despite not having darkvision? peas n thanks !! 🍪

RL situation. The DM was trying to figure out who can see in the dark. All the players were newbies and couldn't figure out what skills they had. "Ok, raise your hands who plays as a human!" There were no humans.

Astarion x Human!Tav who can see in the dark

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion is overprotective of you.

Humans… are known to be reckless.

Despite having the shortest lifespan among habitants of Faerun, humans know 10,000 stupid ways to die.

When you go to your annoyingly long sleep, Astarion always stays by your side, admiring your features.

There is an old elven proverb "You need to fall in love with a human at least once - to see the value of life."

One night, he wakes up from his trance only to see you are gone.

He doesn't catch your scent around the camp as well.

Worrying sick, Astarion goes looking for you in the dark.

Suddenly, he sees you in front of the underground river, studying the weird flowers along it.

No lights, or anything - you navigate it as if you have dark vision.

"Tav! Tav, what is the hell wrong with you?"

You wave to Astarion, inviting him closer.

"I thought you don't have the dark vision? How the hell did you manage to get here?"

You tell him your story.

You were born blind. Long ago, your mother had a quarrel with a warlock, and she was cursed to have her firstborn daughter born blind.

You actually never knew what eyesight really was. And barely felt something was missing.

The tadpole "cured" it.

You saw the world for the first time in your life at the shipwreck.

And that's why you are so good at navigating in the darkness.

It's more normal for you.

And you are scared. You don't want to become a Mindflayer, but if the tadpole is gone, the curse will be back.

"Astarion, if it all works out, will you stay with me once I get blind again?"

He hesitates. You are the first person he has ever truly cared for. But can he promise? Is he in the right to give you hope?

"Yes, I will stay with you in the shadows."

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tired-and-panicked · 5 months

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yeah….. i cant stand any of this anymore i logged in yesterday and ya’ll were already hating and meme-ing Lance bc someone wrote some stupid lyrics and now its back to masses of death threats and disgustingly ableist comments because everyone suddenly decided they like Daniel again. Funny considering ya’ll were calling him washed and a misogynist a week ago.

and i’m not at all sorry, Daniel has called people cunts over the radio 100 times he can SHUT THE FUCK UP about lance and anyone else for all i care.

did Lance hit him? yes. did he deserve the penalty? yes. was the accident caused by a chain reaction at the front? YES.

this sport has become less about the actual driving and more about ripping apart other peoples fav drivers and teams COMMENTATORS INCLUDED HERE. and the ONLY reason i’m saying all of this is because all the people clowning Daniel in regards to Yuki, now only to turn around and start clowning Yuki now bc Daniel was having a good race. also please note the way a lot of you speak about Yuki your microagressions do not go unnoticed.

also i LOVED Daniel. i did for a long time, but its time to stop with the “hes so unlucky”. hes not. he made his own decisions when it came to leaving redbull and thats on him. no one else.

plus his incessant support of horner simply bc he wants a seat at RB (which he wont get) when that man HARASSED A WOMAN SO BAD SHES NOW OUT OF HER JOB AND STILL HAS HIS???

yeah no.

and this also doesn’t just apply to Lance or Daniel or Yuki tbh. ya’ll have been starting wars so insane it makes Pierre and Este seem neutral. let me say that again YOU HAVE MADE THE BAGUETTES SEEM NEUTRAL. jfc.

I have lost so much love for this sport this year because of fans that cannot grasp even the basics of how it works, the fia being grossly inconsistent and corrupt (even more than before which we didn’t think was possible), and team principles being absolute ding bats (please see Toto, James, and whoever the fuck runs alpha tauri - I REFUSE to say the new name).

anyways give Liam Lawson a seat. thats all.

#lance stroll #daniel ricciardo #yuki tsunoda #f1 #formula 1

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taggedmemes · 17 days

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SENTENCE MEME THINGS OUR MUSES HAVE SAID / PART ONE

Things are not always how they look.

Don't stop.

You will suffer whether you love or not.

That is the way of the world.

I will not change your mind, I see.

I do not know what to do with all your foolishness.

Nothing is really unstoppable.

I say many correct things.

Strange women are always doing things like that.

I don't want to meet your husband.

I am a professional gambler, darling.

I fit in with society ladies real good.

How did I survive without you?

I don't think we live in the same world as them.

I should have died a long time ago.

Oh? You would rather I slow down and allow them to shoot you?

Perhaps you will learn a lesson today, hm?

I like you more when you are honest.

Hey, do I look scary?

I feel I have been missing out on the allure of piercings.

A weapon is just a tool seen from another perspective.

View a hammer in anger and it is just another thing that might crush a skull.

Safe is not the same as good.

Do you remember when you got shot?

I want your fingers again.

You are just determined to break something in here, aren't you?

No sense thinking about it too much now.

Keep sharp, eat well, get rest.

I could ride dead and dismembered. Nothing I can't ride with.

Approach rules with a critical mind and it soon becomes clear that most of them are irrelevant, foolish, or predatory.

I suppose you are an acceptable companion.

It is only a matter of time before you disappoint me.

You can just say if you don't want to answer.

I'm a heartbreaker, I'm sorry. I can't help it.

I've seen you wear a sundress to work.

I'm not afraid of most of the things I'm meant to be afraid of.

You can't stop needing things. It's impossible.

It doesn't matter what we want.

I don't believe in parking tickets.

All your life, you will have people trying to unwrap you.

I will consider that when I next feel the need to crouch in a forest.

You are a rare little thing.

I am not good at inaction.

#sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #starter sentences #rp starters #starter meme #memes #rpc

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moldybonessmell · 2 months

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// TUA season 4 SPOILERS

This season was absolutely horrendous, not gonna lie.

My scientific diagram regarding something that used to be my favorite show:

There's absolutely nothing I like about new season.

Now, more specifically, things I hate:

Klaus being traumatized for no reason and having no character development for 2 seasons straight (see rant).

Ben preaching eternal love and hooking up with a girl he met like a day ago while people around puke venom cum😃.

Right away, adding the "comedic gore" which is a sin for so many recent shows and TUA went the same annoying and overplayed route. Bloody scenes were cool when it was Five killing people with an iconic background music and stuff, but not the gore for the gore's sake.

By the way, music game is so weak this season, they literally took out the best part of the show that has become its trademark, what are creators doing???

Storyline with Diego thinking Lila is cheating and them being drowned in family life would have worked if it was in a different show, but it's TUA and it's boring as hell, sorry. (Maybe dont get like 3 kids if it's so difficult??? idk man)

Luther is stripper? Seriously? Completely unprovoked. Made for comedic sake once again, and I don't respect that. They didn't know what to do with his character and made him into comic relief, how unexpected /sarcasm.

Tension between Lila and Five, really? You took the best platonic dinamic, them actually being sibling-coded, and made it into romance? I have zero respect left. I do not care it was 6 years for them, I truly don't give a fuck. I cringed so hard. I just wanted to turn it off completely. Episode 5 is VILE, especially RIGHT AFTER Diego recognising family is more important than work. These scenes being one after other is diabolical. Also, Five hiding "the way home" for 5 months?? OOC as hell, if you ask me. You know what even more OOC and dumb? Five fighting Diego over Lila when The Cleanse is the bigger problem at the moment. (How did Five even end up on the floor, he's like the best killer in timeline??)

" - Why did I wait to take the shot.. - Maybe because you're a good man after all." No the fuck he's not. Reginald Hargreaves is not a good man. In neither timelines. The way the show tries to make him a gray character and make us like him is cringe as hell, just stop.

When I found out last season is only 6 episodes long I was upset, but at the time I finished episode 4 I just couldn't wait till the season is over.

(I had to finish it tho, for a slight possibility it's gonna get better and my rant posts to be relevant you know).

Honestly, I'm just glad it's over. The less seasons the less possibilities for the show to get even worse.

"I think we're alone now" as a closing song was a good choice tho.

Edit: I haven't checked the tags before posting and can't believe like 20 people have already used the horse meme before me guess we all thought the same bruh

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua s4 #tua s4 spoilers #tua season 4 #reginald hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #ben hargreeves #jennifer hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #lila pitts

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 years

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Hazzah! Requests are open!

Could I please request headcanons for Poseidon, Hades, Qin Shi Huang, Jack, Thor and Beelzebub (Seprate) with an s/o who hates everyone but has a soft spot for them? (Romantic)

S/O hates everyone except for their boyfriend

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Hades, Qin, Jack, Thor, Beelzebub ]

[ Records of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

This was so funny to think of 😆 it made me remember a meme i see long ago and a cannot stop laughing

I don't write for Poseidon but I gladly write for the others, I hope you like it!

Hades

Hades is a really caring and loyal lover, your well-being become one of his prioritys, and seeing you so angry at others makes him worried at first

He will ask you about it, if there is a reason of why you hate people so much (like you had some bad experiences or people treating you badly) he wants to know to be able to help you

But if there is no reason and is just the way you are then he just let you be and stop worring too much, also he won't tell you that is bad or something, he fell in love with you for yourself after all, you don't have to change if you don't want to

If you really don't like people then you don't have much to worry about since in the underworld there is not much people neither in the palace, just the servants and guards and they always treat you with respect (even Hades makes sure of it, he won't tolerate any offence to your person)

Hades will actually notice your soft spot for him, he is pretty observant so it won't be difficult for him to find it out, and this make him feel loved and probably will tease you for it once in a while. Also he will take advantage of this but just to make sure you don't cause get in troubles

With time he just get used to your behavior towards others and start to find it rather funny (especially when you ended up fighting with Zeus, is like watching two kids fighting for something silly)

If you want to complain about someone he is always up to heard you out (and is actually a big contrast seeing you complaining angrily about some idiots while Hades look at you with so much love)

If you have a sharp tongue and tend to insult people he won't like this too much, he will try and make you stop doing it (or at least not too much), not like he force you to be polite to everyone but at least not insult others out of nowhere (but if that person was bothering you in purpose then you have his permission to say whatever you want against that person)

Also he wil never force you to hang out with others unless is extremely necesary, other way you can just stay with those you feel more comfortable with and he is happy to spend all the time he can by your side

Qin Shi Huang

Since the first moment he notice your attitude against the rest of the world he find it rather funny, specially if you don't have problem with showing it. If you actually show that attitude against him too when meeting him then you have his complete attention, no one dares to think to act like that against the emperor, is have been a long time since someone treat him like that but he doesn't mind

He doesn't mind at all your hate for everyone, is just the way you are and he loves you. Also, he isn't worried about you hating him, he is confident that you love him as much as he loves you!

He wont notice your soft spot for him at first, it would take a while but he little by little will be noticing the suble signs you give of your softness for him, how you seem more relaxed, how your smiles aren't ones of rebellious but of sweetness or how you even express love and happiness instead of hate, all of that make him feel super proud of himself (and his relasionship with you), and he will one day just bring it out of the blue to the conversation while hanging out with you, you can denied or accept it right away, either way he already found out and you can't stop him from teasing the hell of you for it, and neither stop him from showing off this fact to the rest of the world (he is just full of pride and love for you that he can't help it, and he had never been the shy type)

After a while he will ask you about your hate for others, most out of curiosity than anything else, if you say that it is for just because that is the way you are then he will laugh at it (he isn't too satisfied for the answer but it just let it be), but if there is a reason then he will want to know more about it, and will insist on having to know (if there is someone to blame he will want to take care of it)

Whenever you complain about someone or something he hears you paying close attention and he even get carried away with the conversation, he is always making comments but they are never are to scold you or saying that you should stop, they are more like dramatic reactions or things he say like "they were really an idiot" or even "it sounds like they deserved it"

He won't tolerate any kind of offense against you, and he doesn't like whenever you end in troubles neither in physical fights, but he is a fair leader so before making any judgment he prefer to hear the story and how you ended in that situation, if you actually was the one who cause the trouble then you will get a punishment, nothing too serious though (but that doesn't mean he didn't feel bad about it)

Jack the Ripper

Jack will notice inmediatly the feeling you hold against everyone else since the first moment he met you thanks to his ability to see the colors of the people. He was intrigued and curious the first time he sees you so he decided to watch you for a while before finally approaching to you

He isn't strange to those feelings and neither to when those feelings go against him, so he didn't mind when you greet him no so kindly when you first met him

Again, thanks to his ability he will notice inmediatly when you start changing with him, he notice how your colors start changing every time you hang out together (even before you two start dating), how those colors little by little change from ones of hate to ones of happines and even love. The first time he notice it he was truly surprised but that quickly transforms into happiness

Jack enjoys every moment he spends with you, doesn't matter if is a romantic date or just hearing you complain about other people (over tea, of course), he loves even those moments, he loves seeing all your expresions and colors

He actually doesn't mind hearing you complain about others, he find it quite funny (and he will never turn down an opportunity to pass time with you) and he just interrupt you to ask for more details or with a soft laugh

Also he will never force you to act kindly or polite with others, if you don't want to you don't have to, you can just relay on him for that kind of things (he is a gentelman after all), and if you ever get in troubles for you attitude he will always help you get away with it and ask you to be more careful next time

If you ever tell him that you hate him (obviously joking) he knows you didn't mean it, and sometimes he playfuly fight back saying that you love him more than you like to admit, even so, deep down in his heart he doesn't like the idea of you actually hating him, he won't force you to love him but he will hate for you to look at him with all that hate again

Jack is actually pretty curious about the reason behind all your hate but he will try to find out by his own, in case he didn't get the conclusion he wants then he will ask you about it (but he do it so casually, like is nothing) if you don't have a reason and is just the way you are then he will just let it be (but he isn't fully satisfied with that answer), but if there is a reason why he will get more serious and ask you about it (in a gently manner of course, and he is ready to comfort you if you need it), and if there is someone to blame for it then he will makes sure to take care of the bastard it (even if you say that you don't mind it anymore)

Thor

Thor doesn't care for anyone opinion of him or your relasionship (unless it upset you), the only thing that is important for him is that he loves you and you love him

He doesn't like to hear people talking bad about you either, he isn't someone who recurre to violence to solve things but he is intimidating and that is enough to no one wanting to mess with him so whenever he is around no one says anything

He doesn't get why you hate people so much, it could be because they have been treated you badly or maybe someone specifically made something really bad to you? If that is the case he has no problem to take care of the problem, you just have to ask

If you say that you don't know or just there is no reason then he will let it be but it still confuses him

When you express that you hate everyone he will ask you if you hate him too, the first times he was truly worried but soon it just become a joke between you two. If you answer that you hate him (joking of course) he will laugh softly and tell you that he knows that you don't hate him (and then it become a playful fight of you hating him or not)

He didn't even notice your soft spot for him at first, it was the others who notice how you seem more relaxed or how you express less anger whenever Thor is with you, and it would have to be them (or even you) who tell him this. At first he didn't believed it, but he will watch your behaivor more carefuly for a while and that is when he notice it (people better don't even think on taking advantage of this or else that idiot person will have to deal with a furious Thor)

You are free to complain about the idiots all you want he will hear all you have to say, he may seem like he isn't paying attention but he actually is, is just that he isn't the talktive type but he even ask you a few things here and there. But remember to make sure to tell him that he didn't have to "take care of the problem" or else that person will have to deal with him (just a threaten, unless he sees you more angry/upset than normal becouse then it will be more than just words)

If you used to get violent or in more physical fights he will offer you to try other ways to let out that anger and energy (maybe you two can train together) he just doesn't want you to get un trouble or, even worst, injured

Also, he probably will try to keep away Loki of you, we know how he is, he will happyly try and taste your limits

Beelzebub

He can actually understand you, he doesn't like other people either, everyone fear him or sees him with disgust and he prefers to be alone

He doesn't mind you hating him at first, it wasn't new (he even hates himself), what was a surprise is that you two ended up dating, he was scare to get close to someone again but now that he is with you he is really happy for it

Again, he doesn't mind at all that you hate the rest of the world but he sometimes wonder if in reallity you hate him too, but he doesn't dare to ask you, he is afraid of the answer. He is used to be hated for everyone but since you became really important to him he doesn't know if he would stand you hating him (even if he feel like he deserve it)

You can complain all you want with him about all the other people and how idiotic they can be, it may seems like he isn't paying attention but he actually is (he find it quite funny and sometimes you can even get a soft laugh from him)

He gets quite protective over you (specially for his curse) so if there is someone who actually do something against you or makes you more angry than normal he will take care of it (he is a scientist and have quite dangerous creatures at his disposal that he doesn't mind using)

He notice pretty early your soft spot for him, at first it was just you getting more comfortable with him and when he notice he just tried to brush it off, saying to himself that he was just imagining things, but the more time it pass the more you show that you don't hate him (and actually like him) so he couldn't deny it much longer

Still, it would take some time for him to fully accept it, mostly because he doesn't think he deserve it, not after all the things he had done, but at the end he will accept it

The fact that you like him already make him feel flattered, but knowing that you hate everyone and still you warm up to him and love him makes him feel so special and loved

Everytime he notice hints of your soft spot for him (like when you were noticeably angry at someone but just by being by his side you start to relax) his heart skip a beat, and gets shy and a little embarased

He isn't too interested in the reason why you hate people so much but if you want to share it with him he will heard you (if there is someone to blame about this he probably will put and end to their life)

For being with Beelzebub you probably will meet Hades and Adamas too, if you seems to hate them he won't mind too much and will explain to them that you are like this with everyone at first, with time he hopes that you will warm up with them (at least with Hades)

Knowing Adamas attitude you two probably will have a lot of fights, Beelzebub doesn't like this but he won't stop you (unless it get physical and you end hurt) and most of the time he isn't even present, this situation is too loud for his liking

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eldritcmor · 2 years

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An off day (Platonic)

Featuring: taskforce 141, and gen-z reader (storm)

Soap felt a solid thump land squarely in his back just above his tactical vest. Something warm rested there for a few seconds before a deep breath could be heard.

"Ye daein' a'richt, corporal?" Another deep breath and a nudge in his back before the weight leaning against him disappears from his back. He glanced over his shoulder to see Storm standing back a bit from him. They're not really focused on anything, just quietly standing. The team would be going on a mission in about forty-five minutes. Storm was benched on medical leave unfortunately. The team's last mission had been a botched job and Storm took the brunt of the damage done. Soap reached an arm out and gently pulled Storm closer to his side before yanking them into a one armed hug.

"We will be back soon, can ye hold oot til then?" A nod against his ribs and a quiet hum of affirmation. He patted them solidly on the shoulder before gently pushing Storm up and away.

The mission was a success. It was light this time. Just confirming and gathering Intel for the team's next big target. The base was incredibly quiet when they returned. Usually if one of them was on medical leave and base bound, they would wait on the tarmac for the team and greet them. It was something Storm did that had become a sort of after mission tradition. No one was there this time. Gaz was a bit concerned with it. Storm hadn't once spammed them, with memes nor any updates on what they dug up around base. Soap had off handedly mentioned that Storm was having an off day. He knew that meant that Storm would be heavily non-verbal but that didn't mean they stopped messaging him. He decided to search them out, but found practically no trace of them. Only thing he found was an oddly weighted dinosaur plush in the team's common room. It looked heavily squished in the middle as if someone had been squeezing the dear life out of it before moving on.

Ghost remembered Soap mentioning that Storm was having an off day. That was all right, they all had one at some point. When the team made it back to base and no one was on the tarmac to greet them that briefly sent a little trill of concern down his spine. When Gaz found Storm's dinosaur out in the open and heavily squished that sent another trill. Storm didn't tend to just leave it about. The few times Storm had been seen with it was when Ghost was around, well it was a comfort object for something. But, he would let Gaz keep a hold of it for now. None of the team had seen you since returning and Gaz looked on the edge of tearing apart the base to find you. Ghost understood, of course but he also knew that wouldn't be beneficial to anyone right now. When Storm wanted to disappear, they knew how to vanish near completely. He had learned that the hard way on the many times he had played the attack game with them.

Someone had picked the lock on his door. Storm had taught him the signs and how awhile ago. Something about it being incredibly useful for when you locked yourself out of the barracks. Ghost pushed open the door but the small bedroom was dark and quiet. Nothing was touched or moved on the desk. Not the dresser. His weighted blanket was missing. It was on the heavier side, about forty to forty five lbs of weight. It was a gift from Storm after a smoke break that turned into a very strange conversation about coping mechanisms. Storm had left it with a note saying that pressure helped them to recenter. Their words, not his. But it did help him sleep sometimes.

Price hummed as he twisted the key into the lock of his office. The mission had been a success and now he had a report to write. Sure, Storm wasn't on the tarmac to greet them. And maybe the rest of his team kids were searching the base top to bottom for them. Price knew the team wouldn't get to his office for awhile. Long enough for him to write a report and for whoever was sleeping in the corner behind the door to figure out a new hiding place or go seek a certain team. He shut the door behind him with a solid click and felt eyes immediately land on him. Curled up in the corner, underneath Simon's weighted blanket was one Corporal Storm. Price had a couch sure, but for some reason the kid still preferred to cram themselves into a tight corner on the floor. The kid honestly looked a bit shit. Like the weight they usually carried was far too taxing across their shoulders.

Price crouched before the kid before spreading his arms wide.

"C'mere kid." Storm at first didn't take the offer but after a second of processing, they scrambled into his hug. Price leaned back as their weight leaned heavily against him.

"Easy kid, before you knock me over." He joked but he felt them stiffen under him before attempting to reel back. Price let them but let a chuckle escape him.

"Just a joke kid. We got about ten minutes before the team gets tired of searching and comes here to ask for help. You wanna take the couch?"

They nodded before rolling to their feet and plopping heavily down on the couch. The weighted blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Price kept up a constant stream of simple chatter and comments as he opened and wrote his report on a mission well done and reviewed any correspondence he had missed. He watched as the kid relaxed into the overbeaten old couch, now that direct attention was off them.

A knock at his door caused him to pause before he quickly answered it. Soap stood on the other side and Gaz was not far behind him. Ghost, he could assume was a little off to the side and out of sight line by the shadows.

"Seen Storm, sir?"

Price hummed and hawed a moment before stepping aside to reveal them sitting on his couch.

Storm stood from the couch and slowly approached the door as their captain returned to his desk. They walked right up to Soap before firmly planting their head in his chest. A chuckle vibrated through the Scotsman's chest as careful fingers scratched hard at the base of their skull.

"Good to see ya, too." They were pulled out into the hallway as Gaz shut the door to Price's office behind them. Gaz immediately pressed into their side in worry and they leaned against the man in comfort, Ghost's blanket still firmly grounding them. Soap played an arm across their shoulders and guided them back to the common area. Sandwiched between him and Gaz was solid and the near silent footsteps behind them were a very welcome relief.

#141 x reader #Eld writes #storm au #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #taskforce 141 #mw2 141 #call of duty mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price

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thebelovedmuse · 2 months

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New Ways to Fuck Up a Meeting

A boring meeting takes a turn as Moxxie and Millie question what is really going on between you and Blitzø.

Sitting in your regular seat in this meeting room, you scroll through your phone hoping to quell the boredom with memes. The unusually calm meeting had gone on long enough in your opinion, when a sudden banging on the table attracts your attention.

Blitzø hammers the table with his fist again. "We need more clients! Sure, business has been slow and its nobodies fault...Moxxie...but-"

"No! No, not my fault!” Moxxie yelled. His face turning a bit red as he slammed his hand on the table. You look back to your phone and send Millie a meme, you hear snickering from her when she receives it. Moxxie glances over to give her a look before looking back at Blitzø with a glare.

“It’s not my fault the office has been dead for a month!” Moxxie said, crossing his arms while he leaned back in his seat.

"Its the only thing you've killed this month..." you interject with smirk.

“…Oh, very funny.” Moxxie mumbled through gritted teeth. Blitzø burst out laughing as Moxxie turned and shot him a dirty look.

"I couldn't help it, too easy," you laugh.

Moxxie rolled his eyes in response. Millie looked up from her phone and chuckled.

“Come on, hun. I thought it was funny.” She said, wrapping an arm around Moxxie to pull him closer to her.

You give a smug grin as Moxxie pouts and leans into his wife, crossing his arms. Changing the subject, you remember that Millie mentioned the two of them were going out to the newest restaurant the night before.

"So how was the date last night?"

Moxxie blushed slightly at the mention of last night. Millie giggled as she placed her hand on her blushing husband’s shoulder.

“It was great! The food was good, the music was good, everything was good.” Millie said with a small smile while Moxxie blushed more. Blitzø gagged sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. You knew Blitzø's opinion on relationships but that didn't stop you from starting a secret friends-with-benefits thing with him a few months ago. "Jealous?" you say teasingly.

"FUCK no!" he says while giving you the most bombastic side-eye. "Why would I want to waste time going on a ~date~ when I could be balls-deep in-"

"SIR!" Moxxie interrupts as you playfully throw a pen at Blitzø.

"Come on, maybe you should give it a try sometime, who knows you might have fun." You say with a wink. Out of the corner of you eye you notice Millie leaning over to Moxxie, whispering something in his ear.

"Oh, y'all can't start whispering shit to each other now. What did she say, Moxxie?" You turned to him.

“None of your business.” Moxxie said in an annoyed tone, a noticeable blush on his face. Millie chuckled as she ruffled his hair.

"Was it something diiiiirty?" You grin, enjoying another chance to get on his nerves.

Moxxie grumbled loudly in annoyance and he shot you a glare as Millie chuckled again.

“Hey! Everyone call down....Was it something dirty, Mox?” Blitzø said with a devilish grin.

You continue to grin, shooting a look over to Blitzø. Millie began to smirk as she saw the look between you and Blitzø. She raised a brow, knowing something was up. Moxxie didn’t seem to notice as he was still glaring at the two of you, his blush turning a bit darker.

“It was nothing!” Moxxie shouted, his face becoming increasingly redder. Millie’s smirk grew wider as she leaned in next to Moxxie’s ear and whispered something to him again.

You groan in frustration. "Oh come on!" You look over to Blitzø. "You're the boss! Make them tell us!"

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Just fucking tell us before I fire your ass, Moxxie.” He said, looking over at the couple. They shared a look at each other before looking back at him and you.

“Well...Millie… suggested we go on a double date…” he said in an embarrassed tone, his face turning a deep red. Blitzø also seemed to turn a bit red at the suggestion while Millie was smirking.

"What." You both say flatly.

“I-I know, I-“ Moxxie stuttered.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Millie interjected, still wearing her smirk.

"Good luck getting Blitzø to agree to something like that." You pull up your phone once again, trying to hide your own blush. "We all know he's not that type of guy. And he's busy in the evenings anyways..."

You continue to ramble until you accidentally lock eyes with Millie. "What?" You say overly defensively.

Millie just continued to smirk as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and eyeing you. Moxxie tries to suppress his smirk.

“Nothing… nothing at all…” He responded in a sarcastic tone.

"Stop smirking and say whatever you're thinking, asshole." You shoot back.

Moxxie rolled his eyes in response. He chuckled and sat up in his seat, glancing over at Millie and sharing another knowing look before speaking up.

“Fine, I’m just saying… You and Blitzø seem to be a little more than friends…”

You roll my eyes with a huff, looking to Blitzo and hoping he would respond with his usual distracting bullshit. Blitzø’s eyes widened a bit as you looked at him. He knew he had to back you both up.

“Pff, are you kidding? We’re… we’re just friends.”

He said jokingly, trying to sound as casual as possible, though there was a hint of flusteredness in his voice. You grit your teeth in frustration, realizing the lie was unraveling quickly.

Millie and Moxxie shared another knowing look, Millie’s smirk widening while Moxxie’s smirk turned into a smug grin.

“Yeah, riiiiiiight. Just friends…” Moxxie teased, obviously not believing you or Blitzø.

"Oh fuck right off Moxxie," you say defensively. You look to Blitzø, waiting for him to respond.

Blitzo’s eyes widened as he saw your expectant look, not knowing what to say.

“Ok ok, fine!” He said as he threw his hands up in a defensive motion, his face getting slightly red as he spoke. “We… We might be a bit more than friends….”

"For fuck's sake, seriously? You caved in just like that?"

Blitzø shrugged in response, a cocky expression on his face.

“What can I say? I’m easily persuaded.”

Moxxie and Millie let out a quick chuckle, not surprised by Blitzø’s statement.

"My god, just tell them everything why don't you..." you mumble sarcastically as you hide your face behind a hand

Blitzø’s smirk grew wider as he let out a chuckle. “Oh, maybe I should... tell them everything.”

You open your mouth to give a sarcastic rebuttal when you realize this could be a chance to get back at Moxxie and Millie butting in to your situationship with Blitzø. You grin.

"You know what? Go ahead. Tell them."

Blitzo chuckled before beginning his explanation. He leaned back in his chair, still wearing a smug expression while Millie and Moxxie were listening intently.

“Alright, I’ll be brief. So, me and her here-” he gestured to you. “-have a thing." Just to make sure everyone understands, he follows it up with a rather vulgar gesture. Just to make sure.

Moxxie rolled his eyes at Blitzø’s gesture, already knowing the gist of what the thing he was talking about was. Millie chuckled as she glanced between you and Blitzø. Blitzø continued to smirk, enjoying seeing your trying to hold back your laughter.

“You know, just your simple one night stands, maybe some friends with-”

Moxxie cut him off.

“Ok ok, that’s enough, we got it.”

"Oh now you don't want to know?" You interject.

Moxxie rolled his eyes again at your sarcastic remark, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“There’s only so much that I want to hear.” he said, giving Blitzø a side glance. Millie still clearly enjoying the spectacle that was unfolding in front of her.

"Well good luck holding Blitzø back on the oversharing now that its out in the open."

Moxxie groaned, knowing that you were right. He rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, mentally preparing himself for Blitzø’s detailed description.

“God dammit.” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh where do I even begin-” Blitzø began, pretending to be lost in thought as he stroked his chin. "Let's start at the beginning. It was a very special day in the break room..."

You cover you mouth, trying to hold back the laughter. Millie’s own giggling grew louder upon seeing you struggle to hold back your laughter, enjoying the torment that was happening in front of her. Moxxie’s face continued to go a deep shade of red as he realized more detail was beginning to be shared.

Blitzø chuckled and continued with his story, a smug grin on his face as he spoke.

“And then there was that time in my office...you know, I don't think there's a room in here we haven't fucked in..."

Moxxie continued to cringe in his seat, knowing that the place he worked was never going to be the same again.

“Oh god, I can’t believe you two-” Moxxie moaned, face in hands. “-did it everywhere here?!”

"Oh come on, we cleaned up after! We even wiped this table down!"

Moxxie makes a face of disgust as he quickly lifts his arms from the table. “And what about the couch? You clean that, too?”

Blitzø goes silent for a moment, his head tilting to the side.

"I don't know how to clean a couch..."

Moxxie looked even more horrified upon realizing that you both had defiled more than one piece of furniture in the office. Millie cackled loudly at Moxxie’s expression and Blitzø couldn’t stop laughing as well.

“God damnit… I’m never sitting on anything here again!” Moxxie exclaimed, with his face in his hands.

"What! That couch is fabric, it absorbs fluids anyways." Blitzø says with a dismissive wave.

“Why did you have to do it in the office?!” Moxxie exclaimed, still in disbelief.

"Why not? Its pretty hot..." You suddenly chime in.

Moxxie groaned in response, cringing at the thought of you and Blitzø being together in the same place he worked. Millie laughing next to him. Blitzø smirked, he couldn’t deny that doing it in the workplace did have a certain appeal to it.

“Oh, you can’t deny it. The thrill of getting caught, the rush it gives you…”

You blush as you recall those moments and smirk. "And its not like anyone heard us anyways."

“Oh, you’re underestimating how loud you and I can be, babe. I know we were close to being heard a few times,” he said in a teasing tone. "We almost had a very close call once in the supply closet, remember?”

"Oh yeah, I definitely remember that." You say with a grin.

Moxxie groaned louder, knowing that the supply closet was yet another spot that was now “defiled” in the office. Millie was cackling uncontrollably while Blitzø burst into laughter again. “Yeahhh, it was pretty close. You were being louder than usual that time.”

"I couldn't help it! You were very...enthusiastic that day."

Blitzø smirked in response, amused with the memory that was still fresh in his mind.

“God damnit, how many times-” Moxxie started but was interrupted by Millie.

“It’s not like you’re going to be able to use any room here ever again without thinking of them together in here!”

You shrug in response. "Blitzø is a horny bastard, what can I say?"

Blitzø chuckled and responded with a sly tone. “Hey now, you’re one to talk. You’re just as bad as I am.”

"True, I definitely did start it a few times..." You say in agreement.

“Damn right you did. You’re a goddamn tease, and a feisty one at that.” Blitzø says with a devious grin.

You smirk at him and wiggle suggestively in your seat. Moxxie groaned once again in embarrassment, his face red and his hands on his face. Blitzø, on the other hand, smirked wider and leaned back in his seat, clearly amused.

“See? You’re a damn tease, you little slut. You like to get me all worked up just to leave me blue-balled, don’t ya?”

"Psh, when do I ever leave you blue-balled? I always give you what you want." You enjoy this back and forth with him, finding it both arousing and hilarious given Moxxie's horrified reactions.

Millie let out a loud cackle upon hearing your comment, while Moxxie slides lower in his seat. Blitzø chuckled and his smirk widened, his eyes full of pride and slyness.

“Damn right you do. You know exactly how to work me up, and you know how to finish what you started.”

You smirk back at him, getting more distracted in the idea of working him up.

“You getting excited there, baby?" Blitzø says, "Need to be reminded of how good I can make you feel?”

Your smirk turns into a grin as you begin to lean over the table towards him. Millie is in tears from laughing as she watches you and Blitzø continue with the conversation’s new directions. Moxxie groans and shakes his head, secretly wishing for the conversation to end. Blitzø, on the other hand, can’t keep the smirk off his face as he witnesses you slowly moving across the table towards him.

“That’s it, slut. Come here.”

You stand up from you chair and begin to slowly walk over to him before suddenly stopping. "Oh, uh...you guys might want to leave now...or not, maybe Moxxie wants to watch." You add teasingly.

Moxxie’s face is redder than it has ever been before as he processes the offer that was made to him. Millie is cackling loudly, highly amused at how flustered Moxxie is. Blitzø smirks, knowing the answer from Moxxie is going to be priceless.

“I- uh- no-” Moxxie stuttered out, his cheeks burning from embarrassment. He quickly stood up from his chair and made a beeline for the door.

“I’m gonna go- um- do inventory!”

You laugh as you watch Moxxie heading to the door, with Millie following after him. "We'll try to keep it down!"

Moxxie could barely hold back a frustrated growl upon hearing your comment. He quickly made his way out of the room, completely embarrassed and blushing a red that has never been seen before. Millie was laughing hysterically, still behind him as he quickly went out the door.

Meanwhile, Blitzø was still sitting at the table as he chuckled, clearly enjoying every second of this. His eyes were still darkened a bit from the anticipation of the situation, and his smirk hadn’t left his face...

#part one? we'll see #this is how i spend my friday nights #delulu land #blitzo x reader #there's not enough blitzo x reader out here #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #blitzo #helluva boss fanfiction

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