#bc exams just Get Me Down and you guys have just been really helpful even if you dont realise

[hella1975]

hey guys :)

#MY EXAMS AR EOVER HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #IT WENT AWFULLY AND I LITERALLY LEFT EARLY BC I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA BE SICK LMFAOOOO #I WASNT WHICH WAS ACTUALLY EVEN MORE ANNOYING #i was like looking in the bathroom mirror like 'you did this for what? nothing?' #and then a random girl i have LITERALLY never met before goes 'hey how did you find the econ exam?' #so either i am more memorable than i think or she is just very bravely assuming everyone on campus sat the macro exam #either way she was super nice and we both immediately bonded over how awful it was lmao #i think ive at least passed though which is all i wanted #and me and my mates got celebratory maccies and my one friend played rizzle kicks the whole time bc she knows i love them #im now having a 3 hour nap to prepare for later #or at least i would be if maintenance weren't choosing EXAM SEASON to drill off all of the fucking doors #im prepared to get absolutely mangled tonight like properly obliterated #not blackout bc i hate being blackout (who LIKES being blackout? baffles me) #but i still deserve to reach ungodly levels of intoxicated #STUDENT NIGHT WEDNESDAYS IVE MISSED YOU BABYGIRL #THREE MONTHS OF SUMMER HERE I COME #hella goes to uni #also like ty guys for dealing with me lmao? ive felt really annoying and negative these past few months #bc exams just Get Me Down and you guys have just been really helpful even if you dont realise #like even humouring me and sending me a shit ton of econ questions idk it's just really nice and it means a lot #yuck it up whatever moving ON i am HOT and FUNNY and definitelygoingtohavetoretakeatleastoneexam and HOT

[doobea]

SPITTIN' OUT LIKE LISTERINE ─ RIN I.

synopsis: sae is great at a lot of things, his brother... not so much. when sae calls you up to tutor rin for his upcoming exams the first thought should've been 'yeah, sounds like easy money' rather than 'why does it look like he wants to kill me right now'.

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contents: gn!reader, reader is two grades above rin, college AU setting, forced proximity, best friend's brother, rin is a lil emotionally constipated but its alright bc we love him, sae is a physics major in this idk why word count: 10.9k (haha... why do i do this) a/n: hi hi umm idk if i know how to write tbh its been quite some time,,, but im slowly finding myself getting back into the groove and umm yeah it'll still take some time!! anyways, thank you for beta'ing @popponn and of course this fic is dedicated to you too my sweet <3

You meet Itoshi Rin at a coffee shop, of all places.

The kind of shop that you often see campus influencers hanging around. Hole in the wall. Dangling fairy lights paired with a few overgrown rose bushes in the front. A bit old-schooled, wooden counter tops, with well loved espresso machines. It’s not a big cafe, just enough to hold a few couches, a singular bookshelf packed with all sorts of board games, and low rise tables with way too many heat stains. 

At the start of the year, it started out as a quiet job. Never too overwhelming and had just enough downtime for you to finish up assignments in between breaks. Recently, due to a couple of self-proclaimed foodies on campus, business has blown up ten-fold. So, instead of catching up on your latest lectures, you’re stuck brewing teenage girls their overpriced lattes that are just mostly multiple pumps of flavored syrup and copious amounts of whipped cream. It’s rough but manageable to say the least, judging from the tips. 

You’re currently on scholarship, top of your classes and major, but you’re also living on your own so rent’s gotta get paid one way or another. Whether it be working part-time as a teaching assistant, a barista, or both.

On this particular day, you’re just about done closing up shop. The last hour had you rushing back and forth, fulfilling a last minute order from a Karen that swore up and down that she placed a mobile app order for ten frappuccinos twenty minutes prior. It’s been a long day, but the evening has finally calmed down. You’re scrubbing down the counter, putting all the remaining elbow grease you have into this one particular syrup spill earlier that you didn’t realize that someone had walked in until they started clearing their throat.

You barely look up, having the stain just almost disappear from the counter, but the information you register is enough to know that it’s a guy, and he’s by himself. 

And, okay, in a normal setting you would probably be smart enough to realize that a guy wearing a black cap, oversized hoodie, and a large gym bag at nearly nine o’clock at night is anything but suspicious. You, however, worked a long day. Your eyes are strained from operating the bright tablet menu. Your hair is a frenzied mess. There’s tea stains all over your apron. You get the gist.

So you don’t really notice at all, except that this guy is idling in front of the counter, looking over at the menu with equally strained eyes as you. That’s not unusual. You’ve learned when to be helpful and when to give someone their time and space. It’s slow now, not like it’s common for more customers to show up this late anyway. 

After a moment, the customer clears his throat again. You turn around, fixing your apron, and work up a friendly smile and a quick “ready to order?” when it dawns upon you that this guy is breathtakingly gorgeous. So much so that if you could take over the rights of the Oxford Dictionary, you would attach this guy’s face underneath the word gorgeous and emo.

Dark wispy bangs, striking teal eyes, long mesmerizing lashes, and lips that naturally fall into a small frown giving him the ultimate resting bitch face. They’re also very kissable lips, and you hate yourself for jumping to that thought so fast. It’s not usual for you to hit on customers, let alone just anyone, and it’s probably safe to say that anyone as handsome as The Duke of the North (because you’ve also been reading too many romance comics on the side and this stranger definitely fits this role) probably has a partner of his own. 

“Hey,” The Duke of the North looks awkwardly pained, as if he hates starting a conversation. His eyes drift down to your name tag that’s proudly displayed on your apron, littered with all sorts of stickers and pins. “I—um, what do you recommend?”

Working in food service made you absolutely hate this question with a burning passion. Everyone’s taste is subjective. You get this question all the damn time, and you have to put on your best customer service act, all preppy and bubbly. It’s not like you hate helping customers, you do. But, when they don’t give you anything to work with, it becomes your fault if the drink is bad. 

Though, for obvious reasons, you don’t mind extending the conversation with The Duke of the North. Just by glance alone, you can tell he’s a bit of a health nut from the lean physique and the hefty gym bag that’s tossed around his shoulders. Looks scary and a little daunting, but you have an inkling feeling he’s more of a traditional type of guy. 

“If you want popular suggestions then I’d rec our brown sugar boba for beginners or, if you want something less sweet, I always prefer our in house rose oolong milk tea.” You answer, good-naturedly.

The Duke of the North seems to be in deep pondering. The look on his face makes you feel a little uneasy, like maybe he’s missing something, but eventually he settles with the latter.  “Rose oolong,” He says thoughtfully, almost unfamiliar with the term. “I’ll have that then.”

“It’s one of our signature drinks,” you ring in his order with a smile, “tends to be popular with a lot of the older women.” There’s tease laced in the tone, but you mean no harm. Maybe just a tiny amount for him coming in before closing. 

And, after collecting the cash payment, you can tell that he’s struggling with the awkwardness hanging in the air. You assume he’s not used to jokes, or even hanging around others willingly for that fact. There was another comment you wanted to ask, more so his background and if he goes to the same university, but it quickly vanishes when the guy scurries to the furthest corner of the shop. 

Okay, that’s fine too. Not everyone is suited for small talk.

You get the feeling that this guy wants to avoid people and maybe he’s also had one hell of a day. You’ve learned pretty early on as a barista to never ask anyone about their problems, only because you’ll accidentally sign up to become their therapist without meaning to. 

You decide to brew up a warm batch of rose oolong tea, despite the fact he never specified if he wanted it hot or iced - he looks like the type of guy to always order a warm drink, even on a summer day. And, being the lovely barista you are, you decide to give him a large for the hell of it. This will go down as your one positive action for today, hoping that the good luck will carry over for tomorrow’s rough schedule.

“Hope you like it,” you present him with the tea and watch him as he swirls the drink around. He doesn’t look upset that it’s warm, so you take that as a good sign. “Feel free to hang back a little, I still have to clean up a couple of things in the back.”

“Sure, thanks,” he nods, and the words sound genuine. Without missing a beat, he retreats back in the corner and pulls out a laptop, notebook, and somehow manages to balance the drink on the cushion next to him. Yeah, definitely a fellow student working overtime like you.

True to your word, you go back to your boring list of chores to do; tons of equipment to be sanitized, chalkboard to be erased and be replaced by tomorrow’s daily specials, counting the register, taking out all the trash… maybe it’s not too late to find a less taxing job.

If you weren’t so tunnel visioned in your deep cleaning, maybe you would’ve noticed The Duke of the North spilling some of the tea on himself, asking if you had some extra tissues he could borrow, but only growing self-cautious when he realized that your earbuds are shoved in. And maybe you’d notice him cleaning up the spill with his own clothes from the gym bag, dabbing the spot furiously and making sure it looked like the same state prior. 

You’re almost done with your long list of closing chores when The Duke of the North returns with an empty cup. “Thanks, again. ‘S was good,” he awkwardly offers up.

“Glad to hear,” you flush a little, because your uniform is a mess, and you clearly look the part still. Nothing is more embarrassing than a cute guy staring down at you while you’re sweaty, tired, and have soap suds all over your apron.

There’s a bit of a silence, and then he says, even more awkwardly, “I’ll, uh, see you around. Good night.”

“Sure,” you reply in a quiet voice, in a tone that’s taken on a dreamy sort of quality. “Night.”

You let out a ragged sigh by the time he was out of sight, praying to see him again in better circumstances. By the time you’re locking the front door, you’re half debating to FaceTime your best friend about the random encounter. Somehow, Sae tends to know just about everyone on campus, even if his friend group only extends out to you. Though, noting that it’s nearly midnight and you should really catch the last bus of the day, you quickly toss that thought out the window and save the energy for tomorrow’s session.

“Mind tutoring my brother for me?” Sae asks out of the blue the next day.

You flail a little, shooting him an exasperated look over your shoulder as your fingers stop in mid hover over the keys of your laptop. An hour and a half into the TA grading session and somehow things feel slightly more off than yesterday night. 

There’s only one single thought running through your mind as you stare at Sae, best friend of nearly two years, “You have a brother?!”

A swarm of “shh” and “quiet down” soon blows in your direction in the library. You’re quickly met with glares from other senior students from nearby tables and study rooms as you mumble back flurries of “sorry” while Sae only rolls his eyes.

It’s nearing midterms, everyone and their mothers are camped on every floor and crevice of the building, thus making gossiping quite impossible and frowned upon. So you stare in disbelief at your friend on the wild fact that he potentially has a brother and didn’t bother telling you until now. 

Sae blinks, “…Yeah? That’s shocking news to you?”

You laugh a little sheepishly, “You’ve never mentioned having one, let alone anything familial.” Then again, this is Sae. Talk about emotionally guarded. 

“You’ve never asked,” Sae huffs before setting down a stack of graded papers. At the top, you see an unfortunate student’s work marred in everything red from Sae’s corrections. He’s always been a tough grader and, for any poor soul who has to take physics, chances of them retaking are high when he’s TAing.

“No offense, but you’ve always given me only child vibes,” you say, lamely, not hiding the fact you’re mildly annoyed. Seriously, this guy knows just about everything about your personal life and now you’re just finding out about his?

“All offense taken,” he replies dryly. 

You scoot closer and whisper, “So, who’s the unlucky guy?”

Sae heaves, ignoring your comment, and continues, “Rin. He’s been focusing too much on sports lately to care about his midterms. He knows about the arrangement. I would offer to tutor him but… we don’t have the best sibling relationship.”

And, Sae being Sae, this doesn’t really surprise you. “See? The only child vibe checks out.”

“Anyways,” Sae rolls his eyes for the nth time and tosses you a half folded sticky note with the name and contact info of his presumed brother. “He gets his shitty attitude from me, so try not to get too upset if he doesn’t seem talkative.”

“I haven’t even given my answer to—”

“Just how often do I ask for your help?”

“Like never,” your reply is instant and Sae only raises his brows in confirmation. You take that as a sign of he’ll somehow return the favor. It’s a rare opportunity, perhaps even once in a blue moon, but there is just one thing that you’re wondering about—

“Don’t worry about the money, you’re going to be covered,” Sae reassures as he throws another thick stack of exams on top of the finished pile. “He’s a fast learner when he wants to be, just not as of recently since he’s started the semester.”

“I take it he’s a grade below?”

“About two years younger, in honors.”

You laugh, pulling away and readjusting your attention back to your laptop screen. “Seems smarter than you, I like him already.”

It’s a terrible day, because you’re awake before your alarm. Hell, you’re awake before sunrise.

It’s absolutely nonsense and your boss knows to stop giving you these opening and closing shifts back to back, but apparently nobody else had been available to open. 

“You’re competent,” your boss had said over the phone last night. “I trust you more than our own managers, so you should at least feel proud about that.”

Should you?

Of course, you don’t fall for his stupid flattery, not when your alarm is finally blasting in your ear at five in the morning. Normally, you at least try to make yourself look half-presentable but, working on approximately four hours of sleep, the best you could do for yourself is throw on a sweater and jeans before heading out the door.

As a whole, you really do like your job and usually get the later shift but the recent manager got fired for stealing cash from the register, and your other co-worker called off for the next few weeks due to a family emergency, so now your life is a living hell — at least until they return. And, let’s not forget to mention that somehow you’re also stuck with tutoring your classmate’s younger brother because somehow he couldn’t have done it himself. Also a so-called “family emergency”. 

The only thing you appreciate is at least it’s warm inside the cafe once you’ve turned on the lights and tossed your bookbag in the back room. The store might be short-staffed today, but mornings are always slow, which only means you can at least get paid by watching some YouTube videos while finishing setting the place up.

You barely get through setting up the pastries when there’s a knock on the door. Dear god. It’s barely seven, you’ve been here for exactly fifty minutes, and already you’re debating smashing your face against the coffee machine to put yourself out of this misery. If it’s a customer, you swear you’re going to kill someone.

As you glare intently at the window, in the early morning, pre-dawn glow, you can make out a tall guy, dressed in athleisure, peering through the glass. You’re about to grumble out loud about entitled customers showing up before opening hours but the door knob suddenly turns, all because you were too tired earlier to lock it, so now you have to put on your dumb customer service voice. 

The bell chimes loudly as the guy walks in. The lighting in the coffee shop is low, with that quiet, comfortable ambience of soft piano background music playing through the speakers. Your eyes are still half-awake too, blurry around the edges with sleep. But that face, no one could possibly forget that.

“You’re back,” you say this in awe, offering up your best smile, even though it’s lopsided and droopy. The annoyance ebbs away slowly as the man approaches the counter.

The Duke of the North scratches his cheek, and looks around the cafe a bit more, realizing that he’s quite literally the only one here. “...Am I early?”

“Kinda, we open in thirty minutes,” you shrug. It’s not an accusatory thing, because at least this time he has the manners to come in before it’s open rather than before closing. That’s something you can work with. You were irritated earlier but now you’re suppressing a giggle. “Did you like the drink that much?”

Before he could answer, he tips his baseball cap and grips his bookbag before settling down on the nearest couch by the counter. Wondering if the comment had came out as off putting, you’re about to throw on a free pastry when—

“My brother recommended this cafe. Needed a quiet place to get some work done,” he explains with a slight pause, and continues, “The drink you made was good,” he says quietly and starts unpacking. For whatever reason, that puts a dumb cheesy grin on your face. You’re thankful he’s too occupied to catch that.

“Well, you’re welcome to stop by anytime. Just, you know, within actual store hours.” You laugh when you see the tips of his ear flushing a light shade of red. 

“I suppose you’re right,” and you don’t have to look at him to hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“Did you want me to make you anything?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing at the moment. Thank you.”

You two are quiet again for a long time. He’s minding your space while you’re trying to finish your opening duties. When you’re finally done fiddling with the coffee bean grinder, you twirl around, mind racing and checking off your internal checklist with the next task being to actually open the shop. Though, as you turn, The Duke of the North is already by the front door, flipping the sign over to OPEN. 

Can this guy get any more charming?

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” except that you totally loved the fact that he did just that. Maybe a concerning amount. 

“I was getting up anyways,” he reasons simply with a shrug. Somehow he slightly reminds you of a certain someone, but you ignore the nagging voice inside your head.

“Well, keep that up and we might just hire you,” you tease.

The Duke of the North strolls up to the counter, presenting a credit card in his hand, and looks over the menu behind you. You give him space, but you absolutely try to make out the name on the card. You probably shouldn’t refer to him as The Duke of the North any longer than you should. Then again, if the shoe fits, why change?

Suddenly, the front door bell rings and the sight of maroon catches your attention.

“Sae?”

“You’re here awfully early,” Sae comments, nonchalantly. 

You sigh, rubbing a hand to your temple. “Got moved to first shift, unfortunately.”

“Wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to him,” he nods towards The Duke of the North.

Blinking hastily, you choke out, “Wait, you two know each other?”

“Are you that blind?” Sae deadpans and stands next to the taller male, who looks mildly taken back, like somehow he doesn’t want to be here anymore. “This is Rin. The guy I was talking about yesterday. My brother.”

To say that you’re shocked might be an understatement. The correct emotion might’ve been appalled, or even dread? You’re not sure. But you weren’t expecting the meeting to be as unnerved as it was. Rin doesn’t even allow Sae to finish explaining, just ends up walking out with the promise of showing up to the shop at the end of your shift. You remember catching Sae’s irritated expression which, in itself, is extremely rare. It placed a strained smile on your face.

Back at your apartment, you’re currently trying to balance this tutoring session by turning it into a personal study time too. Though, you keep the sight of Rin in your peripheral as you complete your assignments in bed. It didn’t take you too long to look through his current curriculum and throw together a few practice and multiple choice questions for a quick knowledge assessment. He seemed pretty adamant about knowing everything, but Sae has his doubts.

Rin keeps looking over at his quiz, your digital clock, and the floor — all in that order. You don’t want to distract him anymore than he already is, though you can’t help but to spare a glance of what he has done so far. 

The multiple choice questions have been filled out, with a couple of eraser bits on the side, but the short answers have hardly been touched. A lofty attempt has been made to the first short answer, where Rin drew a small circuit diagram to determine the internal resistance of a battery, but it kinda just stops at that. Any answers he has written for the problem set are mostly brief notions of what’s already stated in the prompt. 

Rin currently has his fingers knotted in his hair, pencil tapping against the table and, underneath the desk, he’s bouncing his leg like mad.He tries to look indifferent on a surface level, but you can easily see the vein popping out on his neck.

By the time you’ve finished grading, Rin barely scrapes by with a C-. And, while some students would be ecstatic with that, it’s surely not enough to raise his current grade to a passing one. 

Sae mentioned that Rin’s a fast learner when he wants to be and he never said tutoring would be an easy job. No worries, it’s not the first time you had to mentor a student before. What you’re more worried about is how Rin had been so sure that he knew what he was doing… when he obviously doesn’t.

You hand back the paper with the corrected answers in red ink. You even drew a tiny smiley face by his name to give him some sort of comfort, but Rin just makes a disgruntled noise and looks mildly disgusted.

“I don’t need your sympathy.”

You certainly didn’t expect him to snap at you. Rin visibly tenses and blood rushes to your ears.

Your lips part, finding the right words, as he redirects his attention to your bedroom window and stretches his jaw. Then, after an agonizing long pause, he tips his head back, slouches down in the chair, and sighs in defeat. 

“Sorry,” his voice cracks a little and he leans down, resting his forehead on the edge of the table. 

You pinch your lips together, eyebrows raised. He looks frustrated, but you can tell it’s not aimed at you. “Let’s… take a fifteen minute break, how does that sound?”

“I think I should go.” He’s a little breathless, possibly uncomfortable under the weight of your stare. 

“I’m not delicate, Itoshi,” you say, slowly. You’ve dealt with a fair share of angst-ridden undergrads flustering over their assignments. Rin is no different, and you’re not the type to easily give up after a mini meltdown. It’s all about having the right approach, if you send him home now then the next session would just start off even more strained. “Stay for a while longer, we’ll go over everything one by one.”

“It’s fine.”

You sigh, lips curling ever so slightly. “Itoshi, has anyone told you that you’re a terrible liar?”

From the look on his face, it seemed like the world had slipped out from under his feet. You soon realize that Rin almost reminds you of a raging teen, when he’s like this. He’s fiercely independent, that’s for sure. The type that doesn’t like to make others worry but it ends up backfiring in the end. How he’s managed to get through with life is way beyond your comprehension, but you have a feeling that it has something to do with Sae.

“I… I don’t talk about stuff like this,” he admits and chews down on his lip - it seems like a nervous tick, a bad habit. 

“I can tell,” a chuckle bubbles from you but you pause when you catch his glare. You start clearing your throat awkwardly, “I—um, I don’t talk about my feelings often either. I don’t think many people do. We’re all trying to figure things out as we go.”

“Have you figured it out yet?” Rin seems to surprise himself with that question. 

Maybe for him, you look like you’ve got all your shit together. As if you’ve figured out all the great secrets in life. And maybe, you think, he just wants reassurance that he’s not alone, struggling, to find purpose. Or perhaps Rin wants you to offer up some adult advice, something only seniors would know. 

Your eyes widen for a moment. Rin furrows his brows tightly together and stares at you for answers. You both know well enough that you don’t have a solution, but he looks at you anyway. All you offer him back is a warm, big smile. 

“Itoshi, I’m two years older than you. I’ve had a little more years to figure it out,” you begin slowly, “I’ve had my ups and downs, almost flunked out a few courses when I was starting out, too. I didn’t just magically have it all come together.”

He appears doubtful, almost hard to believe. Rin looks like he’s about to protest but one look and he soon realizes that you’re pushing some truth there. You can tell that he’s struggling, mind working in overtime to try and process all of his internal conflicts — only because you’ve gone through the same. 

“Honestly,” you continue, after a long moment of silence, and lean to the side, giving Rin’s shoulder a little nudge, “It’s not my business to dig around your psyche, but just know that you’re welcome to tell me anything. Physics related or not.”

Rin doesn’t say a word, but you take his silence as a contentment. 

“So, uh,” you start to get up from the bed and pace towards the kitchen area, “I have some sliced fruit in the fridge, if you want some. Can’t solve these problems on an empty stomach.”

You two spend the rest of the night assessing the problems he got stuck on and going over shorthand tricks to easily remember what formulas to use. To your surprise, Rin stays mostly quiet and attentive this time around. He doesn’t stare at the worksheet in irritation anymore, and asks questions when he finds himself stuck on a problem. At the end, he manages a passing B on the new practice assessment. And, of course, while downing a bowl of freshly sliced honeydew.

It’s almost midnight by the time he starts heading out. You’re certain that this is going to kick you in the ass tomorrow morning, because you somehow forgot that you have an 8:00 AM class. It’s fine, you think, at least the atmosphere feels a lot lighter than when you guys first started, so you consider that as a plus.

As Rin begins to put on his shoes, you try to lean against the bedroom door casually and nearly fall over. Looking unimpressed, Rin looks up at you.

“Hm?”

“Do you dislike me?”

“You’d already be dead if I hated you,” Rin says this with a certain level of confidence that makes you both shiver and relax at the same time. You’re positive that he isn’t a serial killer but, then again, you don’t know if Sae is the only source of all that pent up angst. 

When his hand rests on the front door knob, Rin suddenly looks back, eyebrows knitted together, and you can’t tell what his expression translates into. Nevertheless, it makes your breath catch in your throat, and you swallow hard. 

“Yes, Itoshi?”

”You… your room is messy,” Rin eventually comments, very unnecessarily, which causes you to release a heavy sigh, sticking a disapproving tongue out.

“Wow, you really do get that shitty attitude from him!”

Rin just snorts, hands in his pockets, and you think this is the first time he’s ever really laughed. It throws you off and, before you get a proper chance to recover, he’s out the door. 

“You’re surprisingly getting the hang of this, Itoshi” you’re glossing over the practice quiz he had today, feeling a surge of pride knowing that Rin was able to handle it just fine. He ended up receiving a B minus, which is nearly a grade higher from his past averages. Guess a heated vent session is the answer to most problems. 

“I’ve cleared my head,” he shrugs nonchalantly, as if it’s the easiest thing to do in the world. 

Outside, a storm rages and rattles the windows every time thunder roars. Typhoon season is nearing as the weather starts to get warmer, which ultimately means your evening shifts are cut early to avoid flood risks and violent winds. It’s been about two weeks since the first tutoring session and there’s been a slow progression in your relationship. 

Having Rin over almost feels weirdly second nature, despite the short amount of time. You try to meet at least three times a week, two of those times happen right after your shift. The thing you miss the most about being a sophomore is the amount of free time you had. Rin’s classes practically finish before three every day and arrive at the coffee shop right after football practice everyday. Majority of the time, it would just be exchanging shorthand greetings but, whenever the evening rush dies down, you try to strike a quick check-in. Afterwards, the two of you  would make the trip back to your apartment to continue the session. 

Which leads to this current situation. 

About an hour into the session you suggested a well needed break, for you at least. You’re laying down in your bed, playing a mobile game on full volume, while Rin is disciplined enough to still scroll over his previous lecture slides at your desk. You’re not sure if this is what he does to “relax”, or if he’s just simply not grown comfortable around you just yet. Either way, it’s hard to believe that you’re being out mentored. 

“You know you can chill, right?”

“I know.” You hear muffled sounds of a lecture recording from his laptop. 

“Well, I don’t hear you chilling.”

“I don’t need to be.”

Okay, yeah, you’re starting to see the family resemblance here. But it’s going to take a lot more than that to stop you. How else have you survived as Sae’s best friend for two years?

“Don’t you have any fun weekend plans?” 

Rin shakes his head, eyes never leaving his screen. “Maybe not fun by your definitions.”

Your ears perk at this and you subtly lower the volume of the game. Maybe this is a sign to get to know his likes and dislikes, and whether or not he has a significant other — because that’s all important information. At least, that’s what you convince yourself. If Rin just so happens to be in a relationship, then you’ll easily set aside that growing curiosity. If he’s not, then a little harmless flirting won’t harm anyone, right?

“Itoshi,” you sit up from the bed with more purpose than before, Rin seems to catch on and visibly grimaces. “Tell me, I wanna know.”

“We should probably go back to studying,” he sighs.

You hop to your feet, sauntering to the desk and shutting his laptop with ease. Ohm’s Law can wait just a little while longer. “You’ve been at it nonstop since we’ve arrived here. It’s not good to cram everything in that big head of yours, that’s how people burn out faster. C’mon, a ten minute break won’t kill you.”

Rin doesn’t bother to argue against you, he’s been over well enough to pick up that you won’t let him become a complete workaholic. 

“Fine,” he gets up and makes his way over to sit on the edge of your bed, because if he doesn't then you’ll eventually force him to sit elsewhere. Something about separating work and personal spaces to improve learning.

You plop down a few inches away with a winning smile, “So, what are your plans?”

“Football practice—”

“Something other than what I already know.”

He exhales loudly. “Catching up on coursework at the cafe, probably.”

This takes you by surprise, only because you work this upcoming weekend. “Really? Well, guess we’ll see each other then.” Maybe tenacity is just rooted deeply in the family’s genes.

“It’s a nice place,” he reasons, sneaking a glance at you.

You begin squirming, trying to turn from Rin without looking like a complete idiot. Then, slowly, “...What do you like about it?”

And, of course, the words barely escape your lips when the whole building seems to creak and groan under the effort of the storm. The power flicks suddenly around the room, and then it’s complete, utter darkness.

You don’t feel Rin’s presence next to you until a sudden gust of air hits your ear. You flinch and clap a hand over your ear while Rin mumbles out a quick apology and stumbles to establish his own personal space on the bed. 

It starts to rain heavier now, water slapping hard against the window panels in big, ugly raindrops. You should probably get up and find a flashlight or any lighting of some sort, something to make the situation less awkward, but your body feels like a rock. You don’t want to move but, at the same time, your mind is telling you to run far, far away from Rin.

Heart throbbing against your chest, you gather up the courage to look at Rin’s face with the help of the dim lighting from the window sill. His eyes are half-lidded, seemingly glazed over in deep thought. He doesn’t say a single word, and every moment of his silence stirs the growing anxiousness inside. You swallow, suddenly aware that he’s beginning to unravel your sanity just by being there besides you. 

“Are you, um, are you okay with thunderstorms?” you adjust your position with shaky limbs, trying your best to not cross his physical boundaries.

Rin fidgets in response, but you can tell he’s also trying to keep his cool. “I’m fine with them. I just wasn’t expecting the power to suddenly…”

“Yeah, my apartment sucks,” you groan, inwardly. “This doesn’t happen all the time, I swear.” A flash of lightning illuminates the room, you squint against the light. “Maintenance won’t be on site ‘till tomorrow morning. I doubt you want to stay so we’ll have to cut the session short for today.”

You feel the mattress dip a little. The two of you fall silent, and there’s a weird awkward tension hanging in the room, one where it leaves you both red and flushing. Your mind is racing, and there’s a million questions. He hasn’t made any moves of getting up, nor has he said anything about leaving. It’s a bit uncharacteristic for Rin to be unsure in a given situation like this, or is he just being polite? This feels different from your first meeting, it’s still unpredictable, still a confusing mess.

“Or we could talk!” you quickly add on. “I…uh, if you want to talk, that is.”

After a few more moments of that awkward, creeping silence permeating the room, Rin sighs. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to talk about,” he whispers and looks up, his face looking worn out.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. Silence is also okay.”

“I like silence,” he confesses.

“We can just sit here then,” you agree, “silence in itself can be therapeutic, too.”

You don’t necessarily agree with yourself. If it’s not for work at the cafe, you spend a good deal of your time in silence. Studying, grading students’ papers, thinking about your family back home, and preparing for life after graduation. It all gets overwhelming when you sit and process everything in your mind. Even so, the silence that falls between you and your best friend’s brother feels comfortable, in spite of the initial close proximity. You find yourself leaning back into the bed frame’s headboard, curling up sideways.

About ten minutes in, Rin cracks.

“When I was a kid, I used to be afraid of storms. Sae used to make dumb blanket forts with me. It’s silly, but…”

And, despite it being dark, you shoot him a knowing look. For a moment, Rin looks like he regrets even opening his mouth, like he’s about to blurt out a quick ‘nevermind’, but you don’t give him a chance.

“I’m listening, you don’t have to stop.” Unknowingly, you give his shoulders a little nudge of encouragement. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rin thinks it over, and he only has to for a moment. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He talks for a while, until he runs out of things to say. Or, rather, he runs out of energy to say anything. His thought process is a jumbled mess of how his relationship with Sae developed. Being the younger sibling, it’s natural for Rin to look up to his brother, to want to gain acknowledgement and become some sort of a mirror image. The thought of Sae looking after Rin while both of their parents were working overtime to provide for their education is also something you could heavily relate to. Around some point down the line, Sae began to distance himself from Rin without any apparent reasoning, at least in his eyes. Towards the end, it becomes a rambling about nothing, too, and you’re positive that Rin hasn’t even gotten into the meat of the issue.

Rin appears mildly exhausted, flustered, and a little embarrassed by the time he’s done. He turns to you, eyes narrowed, “Don’t say that you feel sorry for me, I’ve heard it about a dozen times already. It gets old.”

You shake your head, processing everything. You can tell he has so much more he wants to get off of his chest, so many things he wants to unload, things that he hasn’t even realized that’s been weighing him down. 

“I wasn’t gonna say that,” and he stays still, studying your next words with high concentration. “Sae and I have been close for quite a while, and I totally get how he’s an ass—to you and just about everyone else. He’s abrasive and straight to the point with a lot of things. Also pretty sure he’s allergic to communication. Hell, I’m not entirely sure how I was able to get close to him in the first place,” you flare a deep breath out of your nose and rhythmically tap your fingers along your thighs. “But I know he has a weird way of caring for others, too.”

“How so?” Rin doesn’t sound annoyed, just confused. Almost hopeful, even. 

“Well, he’s signed you up for tutoring, which might actually not be a good example of care but, um… He normally hates asking people for favors. This is just an unconventional way of saying that he’s making sure you’re doing okay.”

“Could’ve said it himself.”

“Yeah, well, you came to the cafe because he told you, right?”

With that, he quickly shuts his mouth, forming it into a subtle pout. Is he embarrassed that you’re right?

Another flash of lightning comes by, followed by low rumbling thunder. Then, an idea brews.

“This is gonna sound a bit crazy but… do you wanna build a fort?”

Rin snorts. “What’s with that?”

“Well, it doesn't seem like you’re in a rush to leave. Then again, maybe a taxi service would be expensive right now…”

He offers up little resistance to your suggestion and ends up dragging a couple of chairs into your living room from the kitchen. You dig around in your closet and pull out a heavy winter blanket, the ones with a giant tiger imprinted on the front. It’s been stored away for quite some time, leaving bits of dust and other mysterious remnants in the air as you straighten the fabric out. Hopefully Rin’s not sensitive to dust mites. 

One side of the blanket is stretched around the edge of the couch and tucked beneath the cushions. Another corner is wrapped and fastened clumsily around a chair. It hangs over the edge of the coffee table and is held in place by the second chair in the corresponding corner. The overall impression is ridiculous, but there's a decent space on the floor in front of the sofa. 

“That’s a bit better,” you decide, with a faint laugh. 

You’re pressed close to one another, and you have to admit that it’s intimate in a way that you didn’t expect. The air is a little warm, heavy with their breath and the faint heat from the candles. It’s… nice. Outside, the wind is howling, but it is fainter, partially obscured by the blanket barrier that keeps the outside world away.

You decide to stream a horror movie to pass the time, until the weather subsides a bit. You’ll probably go over your data plan for the month, but right now, you don’t really care. You prop the phone up against one of Rin’s textbooks that he didn’t get the chance to go over today, and end up watching a really shitty slasher movie from the 80’s.

At some point, you doze off, leaning in and head tipping to tentatively rest on his shoulder. It’s not the most comfortable position. You’re both slouched back against the couch, pillow wedged under your backs. Your phone eventually runs dead, and the candles burn into nothing—smoldering and smoking as they sputter out.

“Hey,” Rin faintly calls out your name. “It’s getting late.”

You stir in your sleep, finding the strength to open your eyes and tilt your head up. You’re sure that your heart is going to stop beating when he takes notice. The look on your face must’ve been a good one, because now Rin’s six shades of red deeper and he’s got his hand over his mouth. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Itoshi!”

“It’s… okay,” his voice is low, sounding almost uncertain. “Rin is also fine.”

You fail to notice his fingers making their way past your forearm, past your neck, until you feel them settle on your warm cheek. Shivers course through your body, and the resulting sounds you release is halfway between a sigh and a whimper. His eyes are half-lidded, glazed, and you’re positive yours are no different.

“Sorry, Rin…” you’re apologizing again, his name sounds foreign on your tongue but feels like home all at the same time. Your voice begins to trail off. You can’t finish, your eyes are already closed, head tilted. As you breathe, with your heart rattling in your throat, you feel Rin lean in close.

As soon as you collide into him, his lips meld against yours.

It’s funny how life works. Some days seem to drag, impossibly slow, especially when you’re trapped in your own mind — replaying everything, obsessing over every single action you’ve done wrong in your life. There are days where you barely get out of bed until it’s time for classes or to get ready for work, where you just go through the motions. 

Other days, they fly by in the blink of an eye. Sometimes it’s because you hole yourself up at the library, nose glued to your textbooks, and body running on adrenaline. Other times, it’s because you keep replaying that kiss you gave Rin, wondering what it means, or if it just means nothing at all. You remember being roped in by the shy, tentative edge in his voice that reminded you when you first met him at the shop, where you first had been infatuated.

Rin hasn’t spoken to you since that night at your apartment. On one hand, while you’re worried that you might’ve said something out of line, and maybe that kiss came off too strong. Which, of course it fucking came off too strong. You kissed your best friend’s brother, and that just spells disaster on its own. Although, on the other hand, you’re glad that you guys are on a first name basis.

That’s fine. Rin seems to be going through a lot and the best professional way to handle this situation is to be… professional. Everything is all too much, and you've decided that you need to take a break.

That night, you’ve made a quick trip home after work to stay at your family’s. You don’t have time to mull over a certain junior of yours, not when you have your own things to take care of. 

Your parents’ are currently on their anniversary date, leaving behind your two younger siblings all by themselves. You think two eight year olds could handle themselves just fine for a few hours but, then again, kids these days are just built differently.

You ended up ordering takeout and made them sit through a painstakingly long foreign film. Subtitles always put kids to sleep faster, you’ve learned. After carrying them to bed, you decide to spend the rest of your night sitting outside on the patio and wait for the return of your parents.

The skies are always clearer in the suburbs compared to the bustling city lights that pollute everywhere else. You sit down on a small plastic chair, one belonging to your siblings, and spend a good few minutes appreciating the twinkling stars and the raw smell of the countryside. You fix your gaze out in the distance, at the same hills and mountains the sprawling city overlooks.

Feeling inspired, you fish out your phone and decide to send Sae a quick picture of the surroundings with the caption ‘miss you loser :P’. It’s a small mini-game that you two started a year back, sending each other photos whenever away from campus, even though it’s mainly you sending the photos and he sends back middle finger emojis. 

Though, as soon as you hit the send button, dread immediately fills your gut. 

“Wait, shit, shit—wrong brother!” 

Your heart hammers against your chest as you stare at the now seemingly flirty caption and, dear lord, your reputation might as well be down the gutters. This will go down as probably the most embarrassing moments of your life, and what makes things even worse is that you know Rin has seen it because three gray dots are now jumping up and down in the chat log.

God, what are you even supposed to say to that?

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: I’m sorry?

When you receive the responding text, you feel yourself losing ten years off your lifespan. You bury your face into your hands and whine, loudly. 

This incident on top of whatever the hell happened during the night of the storm… Rin probably thinks you’re a creep for doing this. You can already imagine how it’ll play out: Rin tells Sae that you’re harassing him, Sae stops being your friend, and you’ll probably have to drop out and move out of the country. Rin might never even show himself to you again, and that thought alone makes your throat tighten up.

However, before you can descend into further madness, if that’s even possible, your phone vibrates again. You swallow the needles in your throat and peek through the cracks between your fingers.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: Looks nice. 

And, to your surprise, there’s an image attached to the text. It’s a dim photo of his opened textbook, a filled in study guide sheet beside his laptop, and on the right side of his desk is a drink from the cafe. You want to make a dumb oolong tea joke, but now you feel bad for disrupting his study session. 

Then, another notification comes through.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: Miss you too. :P

Your heart promptly multiplies into a thousand pieces. You lean into the chair, almost tipping yourself over. Your heart’s beating so hard that you can practically feel it pulse against your temples. Taking deep breaths, you don’t look at your phone until the urge to run away fades. 

It feels like you're dreaming, and you know it’s absolutely stupid and silly, that you feel like you’re floating right into a dumb romance drama right now, but you can’t help it. Not when Rin is pulling stunts like this. He probably meant it as a joke, maybe only responded back to mirror you, who knows. But someone like him should not have the power to be so, so adorable under all that hard exterior. That’s just illegal…

“God,” your breath shudders out and you thumb over the keyboard to respond back.

[You]: didn’t mean to send that to you haha… ;; [You]: but i take it that studying is going well??

Rin replies back within seconds.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: I know. [Sae’s Brother!!!]: Studying’s been fine. Might need to look over something when we meet up again, if that’s okay. [You]: of course!! just lemme know what day works :)

Rin sends you a thumbs up emoji and you don’t get a response for a while after that, figuring that he probably went back to work. It doesn’t matter anyway, because it feels like a hundred pounds just got lifted from your shoulders and you feel so light that you’re convinced that you can see the stars even clearer now. 

Thank the heavens he didn’t make it weirder than it already was.

Fuzzy-brained, you decide that it might be best to call it a night and retreat back into the house and towards your old bedroom. Even while laying down on your plush mattress, curled up, with the aircon on blast, you couldn’t fall asleep — at least, not for a long while.

By the time you pass out, it’s from sheer exhaustion and adrenaline rush. Your phone remains gripped against your chest as you sleep, and you end up missing another message from Rin late in the night.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: Your manager doesn’t make good oolong. Come back soon.

There are several moments when you tell yourself you need to take a couple steps back. That you really, really need to calm down about Itoshi Rin.

The rest of the week comes and goes. You haven’t seen Rin in a few days. You guys sorta text, with him giving you curt updates on his assignments, but Rin goes long periods of time without replying. And, when he does reply, even though it’s just a text on screen, you get a distinct idea that he’s probably tired. So most of the time you end up lounging around at Sae’s apartment, busying yourself with your own assignments and bothering Sae about the end of the year assessment. And maybe you mope to him about his younger brother. Just a little bit.

“Does Rin hate me?” 

“Why do you ask?” You could practically hear the eye roll in his response.

You feel a bit juvenile when you explain the reasoning, it’s obvious in your tone. “He’s, um, been kinda dry.”

“Is water dry?”

“...No?”

“Then there’s your answer,” Sae yawns and flips to the next page in whatever new psychological thriller novel he picked up. “Should feel lucky that he’s even responding back, I barely get an emoji out of him.”

Part of the fun thing about being friends with Sae is having full 24 hour access to his apartment. Whenever you’re running low on food, it doesn’t matter if it’s milk or potatoes, somehow there’s always extras at his place. The least fun thing about being friends with him is that he’s god awful at keeping up with conversations. Or, at least in this case, giving you advice on how to approach Rin appropriately.

You decide to change up the topic, slightly. Your mind’s currently running on three shots of espresso and one shitty breakfast sandwich from the dining hall, not really the best combo, and the words start flooding out. “On a different note, if someone you kinda just met shows a side of them that they’ve probably never shown to anyone, how would you react?”

Sae straightens from the couch, eyes flickering to you then back to the book. “Depends on who it is,” he shrugs. He doesn’t sound too interested in the conversation.

“Wise words, I see…” you hum in deep thought. You begin strutting around the tiny living room, circling around in front of the TV and keeping a somewhat watchful eye on Sae as you choose your next words carefully. “What if… it’s like a big thing? Super pent up for so long that they just start pouring all their emotions onto you? How would you react to that?”

“Sounds like a weird person. I would probably leave,” Sae’s voice is dismissive.

You groan, fully understanding Rin’s personal dilemma. “At least pretend to be serious right now!”

And, with that, he shuts his book and rests his cheek against his palm, sighing. “Maybe they told you because they’re afraid of talking to their close friends. Or maybe they just feel comfortable around you, I don’t know. Since you’re so caught up about this… who are you talking about?”

Shit, he caught on. 

Sae hardens his gaze on you, suspicion sprawled across his sharp features.

“I—um, uh, it’s a classmate of mine! We were going over grad school applications and they seemed really lost about if they wanted to apply or not… I was just a little surprised when they started talking about their insecurities with me, that’s all. We’re a little bit closer now, though…” your voice trails off and Sae cocks his head a little, pursing his lips, but decides to leave the topic be.

“Right, well… how are Rin’s studies coming along?” Sae asks after a long pause and backs out of your space. 

It’s not like Rin’s doing terribly at his studies. He’s picking up some of the methods and variables faster than most people in your department, perhaps even learning at a faster pace than yourself. Though, and this is just an observation, you’ve noticed that Rin rarely takes notes in his classes. When he does, well, it’s sloppy and unfocused. You’re starting to worry, since his midterm is rounding the corner, and you’ve been itching to ask if he remembers the material or if he doesn’t care. You want to, really, but it’s technically not your job to look after him full-time.

Unless it totally has something to do with the weird family dynamic that you can never really nail down? Yeah, you’re definitely not sticking your nose into that mud anytime soon. The last time you did that, well… 

“He’s doing fine!” You offer up that much. It’s a little taste of honesty. Not the full truth. Somehow, you know that Sae is damn well aware of that, too.

“As long as he’s motivated, that’s all that really matters.” Sae mumbles. He drops the conversation and it’s probably a good thing, because you can’t concentrate at all.

By the end of this particular meeting, you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your stomach has jumped into your throat, and you’re struggling to keep your breakfast down. It’s way too late to call out of work, so you power through and manage to make it in time for your shift. It’s not until you arrive that you notice a familiar tuff of black hair behind the register, eyes glimmering with all flirt and talk with a female student across the counter. 

Then, it hits you, if there’s one person other than Sae who can give mildly okay advice, it’s him.

When the evening rush dies down, you relay the situation back to Oliver, throwing on the crucial details—well, minus the kiss—unfortunately you can’t risk that information going out of his mouth. Unlike Sae, he shows interest from the get go, providing you live reactions and commentary as the story continues. When asked for his thoughts, Oliver covered his face and howled in laughter for a long while, getting stares from customers, before leaning in and eyes you very seriously.

“Kid’s got a massive crush on you, that’s for sure.”

Oliver is obviously a better listener compared to Sae, but also has a tendency to stretch things out for dramatic purposes. You should’ve mentally prepared yourself for this.

“Wait a sec,” Oliver sits on the countertop, despite the rules encouraging against it written on the chalkboard behind him, ponders hard for a moment, and then, “You like him!”

You almost spill a shot of espresso all over your fingers, letting out a small screech, and look up, doing a bit of a double take at your friend. “Don’t you have better jokes to make?!”

Oliver tosses you a clean towel from underneath the counter space and offers an apologetic smile, but he looks amused. “You wanted my honest opinion. Hot, young stud falls for his tutor who also works as a barista? The prompt just writes for itself.”

You swallow a gagging noise. “Please don’t ever refer to Rin as a hot, young stud… even if it is true.”

“If we want to peel back several more layers, maybe this is all part of Sae’s elaborate plan to hook you up with someone.”

“Can’t you have another family emergency again?” You like Oliver. He’s possibly your only favorite coworker out of all the other part-timers, but you’re very unimpressed with him right now. “I’m still in college. You’re acting like I’m going to be forever alone, or something.”

“While that might be true,” Oliver agrees, mildly. “I still think the kid might just be bad with… y’know, showing emotions.” He motions his hands in a heart shape near his chest. “I was like that when I was his age, too.”

“Gross, now you’re just making yourself sound like an old man.” With that beard, it sure adds a few years to his face. No wonder he’s so popular with the ladies.

“You should be more honest with yourself,” he softly chastises, offering you a blueberry muffin that he definitely stole from the back. “Life would feel a lot easier.”

“You talk as if I’m a fictional character in some stupid story,” you sigh, gracefully accepting the baked good in defeat.

There’s a part of you that feels bitter after the conversation, afraid that he’s right. You’ve been solely focusing on your academics for the most part, and that’s not to say that you haven’t had others showing interest in you. 

You remembered Oliver hounding you down on your very first day at the coffee shop, trying to get your attention by making you clean up his spills, not sure why he thought that was a good idea… Another guy from your department also tried hitting asking you out by creating a fake math problem that would eventually lead to him asking for your number, but the variables were messed up and all over the place that it didn’t make any sense. 

You don’t put relationships on a high pedestal, and you don’t necessarily need to be in one right now. Maintaining a steady income and keeping your scholarship should be your top priority. That, and not falling for your best friend’s brother.

Things go uneventfully for a little while longer at the shop. You and Oliver were going to put on the latest episode of the Bachelor to pass the remaining shift but, by the time you were just about to finish setting up the monitor, the front door bell chimes.

You blink. You and Oliver are in the corner tucked at the back of the store. It’s ten minutes until closing and your stomach churns wildly at the thought of another inconsiderate customer. Because if it happens to be another frat guy ordering a “secret menu” item that some person made up on TikTok again… well, you’re gonna start crying.

“I’ll go take care of it,” you sigh, fishing out the store’s keys out of your pocket. “Just tell me who the guy ends up with.”

Oliver grins as he presses the play button. “Roger that, boss.”

You hadn’t really expected to see Itoshi Rin of all people to swing by.

He barely gets any words out when you emerge to the front counter, needless to say you were the same. After a few mindless scrabbling around and awkward shifting, Rin spits out that he needs an emergency tutoring session, back at his apartment of all places. And, at some point in the night, between your mind turning into mush and Rin refusing to look you in the eyes, Oliver sends you off a little early before you have the chance to help him close.

Which ultimately leads you off here.

“So, what’s the burning question you have for me?” you ask, setting down your book bag on the floor. 

Rin’s apartment is a lot minimalistic compared to yours, and more on the traditional side. His place is a bit further out of the downtown area, into the quieter parts of Tokyo, but not terribly far from the school’s public transit. Here, the buildings aren’t skyscrapers and the traffic is manageable, which means a lot more parks and greenery. 

Instead of a dining table with chairs, he opted for a low coffee table and cushions instead. There’s tatami flooring, a small bookshelf in the corner with organized sports magazines, textbooks, and a few horror films. Hanging on the walls are a variety of posters; most of them are famous foreign football players and some are a few popular movie covers. 

The coffee table is placed right near his bedside, so it makes a perfect back rest for you. Rin keeps a small desk lamp on, he’s mentioned to you in passing that small amounts of warm lighting helps him focus. This setup is certainly a lot more comfortable compared to yours.

Rin decides to sit next to you this time, pulling out an array of notebooks from his bag and fidgets with his pens on the table before flipping to his last pages of notes. “It’s about… torque and resistance.” He buries half of his face into his palm as his fingers trace, almost obsessively, through the notes. From one glance, his writing looks coherent enough, better from when he first started out.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you keep a close eye on him. Rin is behaving rather strangely. Restless, agitated, annoyed, or a combination of all three. Though, a minute into the small lecture, Rin softly calls out your name. “Y-Yes?” you can begin to feel your neck growing dangerously hot.

“About that night, last week…” he finally pushes the words out, but lets them hang in the air, inconclusive.

Your cheeks flare up, and you turn away, clearly embarrassed. Suddenly, you feel like a complete idiot all over again. “I—I’m sorry about that,” you stammer out, staring down at your fingers. “I don’t know what came over me, everything was so dark and—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he consoles, quickly. “I’m glad that it happened. It was… I… it was good.”

It’s a bit of a rambling response, but it leaves you stunned and flustered, without even realizing it.  You finally turn to look at him, eyes a little misty, your cheeks still warm. You’re relieved by Rin’s reply. You open your mouth to respond back, but nothing tangible comes out.

“I want it to happen again,” Rin finds himself saying, tone suddenly low and dark. He shoots you a look, one that you can’t quite interpret. It’s like he’s hovering somewhere between concern and fear that he’s pushing too far. And maybe he is, but you are too.

You let your legs slip out from underneath and you lean up against Rin’s bed. If it wasn’t there, you’d collapse for sure.

Rin follows suit but pulls away from you abruptly, and you manage to look up just in time to catch the flush in his cheeks and neck. It’s hard to see it in the dark but, if Rin’s body language is anything to go by, he’s incredibly embarrassed. 

“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, and you manage a shaky nod, but that nod is immediately followed by another involuntary sound from the back of your throat.

“I, um, should we tell…?” 

You’re not entirely sure where Rin stands with his relationship with Sae, nor if both of you can predict the outcome of what would happen. Sae is still a close friend, but you can’t hide the fact that you like Rin away from him forever. Plus, would this even realistically work out? Graduate school, job interviews, things of that sort aren’t in Rin’s horizons, but…

“We don’t have to do anything right now,” he seems to catch on and clears his throat, looking away. “I just wanted to make my feelings clear.”

You briefly think back to Oliver’s advice earlier in the night, about being more honest with your feelings. How things will magically become easier. It’ll be unfair if you didn’t pour out your heart like Rin had done just now. But words can’t be the only way of showing your honesty.

“We can take it slowly,” you stumble out.

Screw it, maybe you can ask Sae for a favor after you’re done tutoring.

Those words seem to melt Rin’s hard exterior almost instantly. Wrapping both your arms around his neck, you press a chaste kiss to his inviting lips.

Rin doesn’t say anything else, but there’s another little teasing nudge of his shoulder bumping against yours, and it somehow communicates more than it should.

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a/n: hi again everyone... if you've made it this far - thank you ;; this piece might just be the longest fic i've ever written (to date...) and tbh im not sure if i like it ? maybe i do idk!! there were so many times i wanted to throw my laptop against the wall gaah did you know that i originally wanted sae to come in and interrupt towards the end? thank god i didnt otherwise our two main love birds wouldn't have been able to kiss... anyways, ty for reading and hopefully you'll see me around more <3 <3 ty i love you

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Mine || Charles Leclerc #16

pairing: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: in which seeing people ship you with other drivers fuels the possessiveness in charles.

author notes: can u tell ive been obsessed with culpa mia. also this is my first charles fic (!!!) i made sm tweaks to the original req im so sorry 😭 deff been in a slump recently bc exams but 🙏 no beta read!! this one is still raw asf lol

req: yes/no.

wc: 1.2k words

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the air as the weekend approached was filled with an adrenaline of its own. drivers loitering on the paddock, a camera shoved up each one of their faces. most of them were making videos for their teams social media, while others were giving interviews. silly banter & playful hazing surrounded the place as the free practices neared. as calm and laid back as the environment was, a new buzz had taken over the virtual world. it seemed like the redbull fans had taken on a new intrest in a the friendship you and max shared, suspecting it could be more than just friends. you’re shocked as you read through the articles, what could possibly make it seem like you were both in any sense more than just friends? max was like the brother you never had, and you, the sister he had always hoped of having. as much as the articles were delusional, you didnt really care that much about them, i mean why would you be afraid when there’s nothing youre scared of being open to the public? okay, maybe not everything. not the time when you were so drunk you demanded every guy on the paddock to quote “settle it with me on the ring”, not the time when you were the culprit behind the hilarious azerbaijan mix up where you stole the champagne on the podium and replaced it with an empty one, and definitely not the fact that you’re already taken, by a person known to all on the paddock.

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The morning of the race was always an exhilarating one no matter which team youre driving for, or which team you’re rooting for. the passion, the dedication and the confidence in the each and every drivers persona was enough to fill you in the same mindset. though youve always been a redbull fan, which, i mean is definitely not even surprising considering you probably frequent their garage more than some of their own engineers, youve always held an admiration for all the drivers. even you knew how dominant the redbull cars were, so seeing the rest of the drivers still catch up with less resources filled your heart with pride. you look up at the fan’s waiting impatiently for the race to start with a smile on your face. this, will never get boring, you think.

Lord Percival 👑

can’t find you anywhere near here, don’t tell me you’re ditching me today yet again 😔

a chuckle escapes your lips.

You

i wouldve come over but you’re all the way across rn 😭 i’ll definitely be waiting for you after the race tho.

Lord Percival 👑

wow. way to betray me over text babe

You

okay drama queen 😒

Lord Percival 👑

guess you rubbed off on me then mon jolie

You

ill make it up to you, i always do.

just before you press send, you notice the drivers had already left for their respective interviews. whats the point in sending it now anyways, you decide.

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the dark looms over the sky as celebrations near. the smell of alcohol, weed and god knows fucking what become all too familiar to you at this point. you reach the party alongside max, which considering he’s your best friend was not out of the ordinary for you, but little did you know, it didn’t help the ongoing rumours one bit. the familiar stench of reporters clogs your mind. what the hell were the doing here? and more importantly why were all of them suddenly taking an intrest in your friendship with max? question after question is thrown at you which makes you realise youve had enough of this. you reach for your phone.

You

screw this party

wanna meet up at our usual spot?

Lord Percival 👑

im always down 🙏

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you could never get sick of this. the same ride, the same atmosphere, the exact same playlist playing over and over again, the curves of the road as you drive through. because you know, at the end of this journey would be the same thing you look forward to, every time. so you get into you car, and drive the same drive to the same spot, once again. at a pillar reading out “623” you stop by the ferrari you know all too well.

there he was. i could never get used to seeing him like this, you think, dressed up in formals but looking formal in no way whatsoever. shriveled hair, buttons unbuttoned, jewellery he knows how to style in just the right way. his crazed eyes of emerald, gazing into you with an intensity that makes your nerves shiver.

“took you long enough to come here” he says, holding you waist. “it was a longer drive than usual” “is that so?” he says, stepping aside you to rest against his ferrari, right beside you. folding his arms, he continues, pulling a cigarette out of his blazer, “want one?” “please, today was a bitch” “i could say the same for me, really” he reaches towards you, lighting your cigarette. “races in monaco are my favourite” he says, looking up at the sky. “yeah, id imagine so. nothing beats home” “yeah, it’s great to be home and all, but theres also something in monaco that beats the thrill any race could give me” he steps forwards, hands placed beside either sides of you.

he pulls the cigarette from your lips, taking in a puff himself. he brings his lips to your ear, “or rather, theres someone in monaco, who beats the thrill any race could give me” he whispers, blowing the smoke away. he flicks the cigarette aside and steps on it, as he lifts your face up, meeting your eyes with his own. “someone who sighs right when i kiss her here,” he goes on to place a chaste kiss on your mole, right on your neck by your jawline. and like a story repeated enough times, you sigh. “someone who arches her back when i pull her hair slightly like this,” he gently tugs your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and like a telltale, you arch your back, the satisfaction of being right sprawled across charles’s face.

“but of all, the one thing that makes me come back to this place again and again, is knowing that—“ he lifts your hips up, making you wrap your legs around him. “you’re mine.” the second he says that, its like all the dots connected in your head. you never thought charles would be jealous of the rumours, given how he was the one who didn’t want your relationship to be public. “charles, are you jealous?” you ask. “so what if i am?” “well, i for one wouldnt want my boyfriend to be feeling like that anymore” “what do you mean?” you pull out your phone from your clutch, “kiss me” “wait what are you doing?” “i said, kiss me” you say, pulling him in by his jaw. “im conf-“ you kiss him, shutting him up. as he closes his eyes he finds himself to not be able to help himself from drowning into you, well atleast until a flash brings him out of his trance. “im going to post it.” “you don’t have to, you know” “but i want to. i want everyone to know how much you mean to me charles. you’re my favourite person and i would hate to see you be jealous”

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“i can’t believe you actually did it, jolie” “its the least i could do” you say, pecking his cheek. “but ive gotta say, i definitely wouldnt mind seeing this shade of you more often” “you haven’t seen the end of me yet, mon ange”

#charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc imagine #formula one #formula 1 #f1 2023 #ferrari #charles leclerc scenario

[miakate-writes]

HIHIHIHI. this isn’t a prompt ig BUT IT KINDA IS. im wondering about love story prompts but YOUR love story 😭. i love hearing abt people’s crushes and tea in general 💀.

you mentioned you had a bf(ITHINK) SO LIKE DROP THE LOVE STORY???? if you’re comfortable in saying ofcofc and it doesnt have to have that much details if you’re not comfortable in sharing it..

GIRLLLL U ARE NOT READY (also tysm for this ask, any opportunity to talk about him 🫶🏻)

also idk how i want to lay this out so i’m just gonna tell u some deets bc i love him sm :)

so basically i’ve liked him since october 2022 and we started dating on april 24th 2023 (the day before my birthday if anyone cares)

defo a “she fell first, he fell harder”

after talking for a painful month (i think it was a month but i’m not really sure bc i didnt even know what a talking stage was or how to know when ur in one), i asked him out

now, the asking him out process was a very stressful one - i had to go downstairs from my bedroom and make myself a VERY strong coffee to get me through it and after screaming a lot, jumping up and down a lot, and my mum and brother crossing their fingers for me, i managed to send that hella risky text and *boom* he felt the same way

the week of our photography exam (we shared a class which is how we got to spend so much time together during secondary school) he bought a flask of coffee into school and we shared it and i got all excited bc it was an "indirect kiss"

our first kiss was on 22nd June, i had been building up to kissing him for like a month and i even started to get my friend to hint to him that he should kiss me - but i beat him to it and kissed him before he left my house that day, then went and celebrated with my mum <3

we went to prom together in July after we had been dating for a while and he said "i love you" while we were dancing - not to slow music bc prom was shit and they only played disco music - and he now will never let it go that he beat me to saying "i love you" even though i asked him out and i kissed him first

he's been the literal best person ever in terms of helping me through all my mental health shenanigans (there's so much going on guys) and i love him so much for it

its been 8 months and 3 days now and i've literally never been happier and i have a small feeling that he feels the same

yea guys we're gonna get married and have 2 kids, 2 dogs and a cat

(might do a part two to this of like stupid quotes that we've said bc this is so fun el oh el)

#asks #asks answered #anon asks #romance #romance prompts #my love life #my love story #i love my boyfriend #i love him #moots #anon ask #send anons #mia kate’s asks #dialogue prompts #bookblr #friends to lovers #she fell first he fell harder #friends to lovers trope #high school romance #teen romance #writerblr #mutuals #lets be moots #moots pls

[moon7jay]

Okay okay bdhsjdjjs i have some tea to spill

So there's this guy in my class(let's name him Luke) who sits like right in front of me during exams cause he's like roll no. 34 and I'm 35 and like we have a total of 4 exams in 12th grade. And like exam no. 1 was the first time I'd noticed him- only bc he was right in front of me(i normally didn't really pay attention to the people in my class like i had absolutely no idea who was who) and i saw his face and for a millisec I'm like OOO but then i went back to panic mode cause it was the ✨math✨exam. Sooo like all thru the course of the exam we helped each other out with the answers, and like the man used to go out of his way to show me hua answer sheet if i was ever stuck and he NEVER complained if i told him to yk shift his sheet a bit so i could see. I carried loose stationary to the exam Hall cause we were only allowed to bring transparent pencil cases or none at all and i was too lazy to buy a transparent pencil case. So bc of this my pens would often slip off the table and e used to always ALWAYS pick them up even if he knew i could bend down and pick them up myself😭 and like if i ever called out to the invigilator to ask for an extra writing sheet and they didn't hear me he would always save me the embarrassment and call out to the invigilator himself and be like "maam/sir she's calling out to you" And point towards me. IF THIS ISN'T GREEN FLAG BEHAVIOR WHAT IS. and during normal days of school I'd notice that he didn't talk to a lot of people like he was the quiet one in his group. This one day i sat beside him cause there were no other seats left and the guy infront of me kept bugging me and at some point he stole my necklace and pulled my shoe off my foot and Luke(beside me) told him to cut it out and took my shoe away from the bully and gave it back to me😭 and id notice him stealing glances and like shift his seat to get closer to where I'm sitting and all of this continued on. Soo i never had a CRUSH crush on him but it was something along the lines of "i like the way he talks to people and i wanna talk to him, get to know him because he's so nice it makes me dnjejske" Like let's be serious how many men like him are really left in this world soo one day before the start of exam no. 4(the last one) i sent him a message and mind you i only sent it because i knew i was never gonna see him again after the end of exam no. 4 cause we're in grade 12 . I wouldn't have sent it otherwise because as i said these aren't FEEELINGS i have for him it's just a tiny crush. Above all i wanted him to know that he's such a great person cause why not. This is how the message went-"So, i just wanted you to know that you're such a good person, and the way you talk to people is so...polite and it's very endearing to see that someone as respectful as you exists. I don't know you, i dont know anything about you, but strangely, i have come to kind of like you, just a little bit. Even though I'm not at all sure about my feelings, i chose to tell you about it because I'll never ever see you again now, and I just wanted to give myself the closure. Again, my feelings are not serious; it's something i can't explain, but i just like talking to you somehow, even though i haven't really talked to you before. Now i know you don't like me back, so I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable. If you want to be friends, I respect that, and if you don't want to talk to me, then so be it. Again, thank you for being such a good human being ^_^"

Aaaaaand he left it on seen. What happened after that was basically nuts. The very next day he pretended like i didn't exist. And the days after that he's been acting completely normal- asking me for help during the exam, picking up my pens, calling out to the invigilator yada yada and I also still notice him stealing glances at me every so often.

I have a theory tho- he has a friend who is friends with a friend group i used to be in. That friend group has shit talked me(complete lies about me) to my current friend group about me. So like Luke isn't friends with my past friend group but his friend is. Maybe they told him something about me that isn't true and he told that to Luke...? I HAVE NO IDEA

But like there's this very good friend of mine whos also an xy chromosome and he offered to talk to Luke because he's also an xy chromosome. I'll update you when he does talk to him THANKS FOR READINF THIS LMFAO LOVE YOU

That's a whole lot of tea omg hshsh but I loved reading it so much like that's a whole fanfic plot right there hello???

LUKE NEEDS TO GET HIS SHIT STRAIGHT BECAUSE WHAT, personally I liked him a lot until you described how he left you on read and basically ghosted you for a day like that's 🤨, he should be able to form his own opinions by getting to know you and not by listening to what others have to say about you. like your message was so cute and he had the audacity??(I'm sorry I just hate men like that in general, not just luke😞)

BUT, I'm praying for you babes, I'm hoping he realises you're a catch and somebody smacks him upside the head to bring him back to his senses fr fr. Keep me updated tho🤓

#xyn asks #🫧onlyni-kis

[peejsocks]

PLEASE WRITE FLUFF ABOUT CHRIS PONTIUS PLEASE I CANNOT FIND ANY FICS ABOUT HIM !

i’m glad you asked bc i’ve been thinking about something all day, kinda like this

hospital visits w/ chris

maybe during the filming of jackass 3D

one week, you already caught a cold

runny nose, nasally voice, painful coughs

chris is the one who stops by your trailer the most, not scared to catch it from you unlike the other guys

he’d bring you soup and tea (he knows you don’t like coffee, and that lemon balm tea with ginger is your favorite)

extra blankets left in his trailer that he insists he’s not using (even though it’s insanely freezing in north dakota), and kleenex

sometimes he grabs your head and shoves a tissue up your nose, telling you to blow in a very bizarre old lady voice

“c’mon dear, you can’t expect to get better if you don’t blow it out!”

“ouch, chris, you’re pushing it too deep” “no woman i’ve ever been with has ever discouraged that before”

a couple of days go by and you’re feeling much better, the last of your sore throat being taken care of by crystallized ginger candy pontius kept in his pocket for you

you are in bad luck, however

it’s not even your stunt, bam and dunn are stalling the filming of ‘winter fat fucks’ bc the former has to pee

you’re distracted reading something on your phone when jeff tells one of the snowboarders in the fat suit to surprise tackle you

your phone flies from your hand onto the snow, and you wish you could trade places with it

instead of just dropping to the ground, you end up rolling downhill fast and a snow-covered rock is what stops your descent

the first thing you feel is a shooting pain in your back, the guy’s real body weight along with the suit’s weight pressing you against the rock

then, your head bounces off the thick snow and you don’t feel anything anymore

you’re out for just a few seconds, but when you come to everyone is surrounding you with a ‘wtf just happened’ expression on their faces

chris tells you not to move, crouching down next to you after jeff calls for medics

“how do you feel?” “is it too late to confess i never thought fat suits were funny?”

he rides in the ambulance with you, of course, busy drying your phone

“chris, leave it” “no, i don’t have mine on me and i really want to take a picture of how cute you look immobilized” “that’s a red flag if i’ve ever heard one”

at the hospital, you have to run through a battery of exams, including the x ray that confirms you have a fractured rib

chris waits outside of all exam rooms he’s not allowed in, bouncing his legs and crossing his arms

turns out, they are keeping you there for the night due to your concussion, but there seems to be no danger

at this, chris says he’ll be right back

when he does, you’re eating flavorless hospital food in your room, scrolling through your phone which is about to run out of battery

what you see makes your heart swell

he begins pulling out things from a backpack

first, toothbrush and toothpaste

then, a change of clothes for tomorrow since yours are still pretty humid

some chocolates, a phone charger, deodorant

and lastly, his laptop

“why didn’t you just get my toothbrush if you stopped by the set?” “i can’t treat my favorite girl? you know you love hannah montana”

yes he bought you an electric brush and a toothpaste tube with miley cyrus’ face plastered all over it

“and your laptop? i didn’t know i was interrupting your incessant grind, mr. all business” “we’re watching a movie, and i don’t care that you’re in pain, i’m picking”

maybe he really doesn’t care, because he forces you to move on the hospital bed so he can join you, having a really tough time fitting in comfortably

laughing is incredibly uncomfortable even after all the pills, surely not helping the soreness you’re feeling, but it’s inevitable with chris around

he takes a safe bet and presses play on the breakfast club

“first disney channel and now john hughes? are you sure you’re not a teenage girl stuck in a grown man’s body?” “ok, A, stop undermining my inner sensitivity. B, that’s not a joke, it’s the plot of The Hot Chick” “i think you would’ve done a lot better than rob schneider, for the record”

(truth is, he remembers when you told him years ago that it was a comfort movie)

midway through the film, he has to lift the computer from his lap and get another blanket because you’re shaking uncontrollably

he looks very worried, insisting on calling a nurse to check on you

it’s not like you can put up a fight, but apparently you have a fever, so he was right for that

the nurse gives you medication to lower your temperature and you go right back into watching the film

when he lays back, you pull the blankets up to your nose and cling to his side, hands around his bicep and cheek flush against his shoulder

it feels more right than anything in your lives

the meds do their job and you fall asleep before judd nelson can put his fist in the air

trying to leave and take his place on the armchair, your grip grounds him

you’re still shaking a little, and he feels like he could probably watch you better if he was in the bed with you, just in case

so he sets the laptop haphazardly on the small bedside table, hoping no disasters happen, and snuggles closer to you

he does not sleep, not really

constantly checking if your skin feels too warm or too cold, if your breathing is normal, if your heart is beating

in the middle of the night, you finally turn the other way, groaning with the movement

he jolts up, ready to run through the hallways screaming for a doctor if anything seemed out of place

instead, you search for his hand unconsciously, snaking it around your waist

he freezes, unsure of whether doing this when you’re asleep means it’s more or less genuine

your fingers intertwine loosely around his, tugging him forwards like a cartoon character floating in the air with heart eyes, following a pretty woman

now laying on his side, he uses his other hand to rub your back up and down, hoping it could somehow ease your tiny shakes/spasms to a stop

the repetitive movements lull him to sleep, finally

in the morning, you wake up to a nurse reprimanding chris for taking space in the bed when you’re the injured one

it gets worse when he breaks out of the layers of blankets and has to apologize for his ‘morning wood’, as he calls it

the look on the older woman’s face is that of dejection, excusing herself to get the doctor who was taking care of you

still curled in the bed, you look at his blushing cheeks and laugh so hard you feel nauseous

after being discharged and showering, chris helps you change

he nearly suffocates you with the spray of deodorant

(his deodorant by the way, claiming he smells better than you, which is a complete lie)

a coughing fit is very painful for someone with a broken rib, so you have to steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders

his hands are on your bare hips, clad only in low rise jeans and your bra

there’s a moment, when he asks if you’re good, looking so intently into your eyes

it’s just a moment, your chests moving in synch, your hands feel feathery-light

you nod, feeling your mouth is dry, asking for the hoodie instead of the extra blouse he brought

chris helps you lift your arms and pull the comfy fabric over them, promising to be more gentle than he has been

you chuckle, and your exposed chest vibrates with you, and he has to really focus on the task at hand unless he wants to be outed as a creep for staring too long

in his car, you thank him sincerely for being there

“how could i ever repay you?”

your joke is met with a surprisingly shy laugh

“how about breakfast?”

grinning, you agree, “sounds good to me”

he speeds off, toying with your nerves

(whether your stomach is twisting because of the dangerous driving or the crazy dude behind the wheel is unclear)

#chris pontius #hc #i guess #chris pontius x reader #jackass #jackass fanfic

[bogbees]

I've never seen anyone talk about Iruka's back scar and how Kakashi would react to it. like he probably wouldn't give much of a fuck until he heard how he got it

6:13 PM · Sep 28, 2019

like, he's all like "damn Iruka that's a gnarly scar" and Iruka smiles all sunshine and rainbows "oh yeah it's from when Naruto passed the exam!" and Kakashi just stares at him

like I'd imagine at this point Kakashi has developed some sort of positive romantically inclined feelings

so his brain is like, slow booting up the facts - I was the anbu in charge of the team looking for Naruto - Iruka found him first - Iruka's best friend had almost killed him - Naruto and Iruka had emotions - Naruto saved Iruka

and for a bit he's like "oh man if I had just been doing my job Iruka wouldn't have gotten hurt like this"

goes a bit crazy over how close he was to loosing Iruka before he even knew him and got to experience everything with Naruto and Iruka

he's like "god help me I know ab loss and that everyone you love dies holy fuck" "but Iruka is a teacher who hasn't seen combat in years!! he by rights shouldn't be in life threatening situations"

and then Iruka tells him ab how he and some random kid almost died that day at school bc of some poorly executed ninja magic and pointy objects

Kakashi looses his mind, starts laughing his ass off

Iruka laughs along bc ?? ok weirdo it wasn't that funny but ok. Naruto is so annoyed. ichiraku ramen stand dude is like, pshyic and had a feeling Kakashi was worked up over something involving Iruka is so relieved to see him getting over it

at some point Kakashi is like, still crazy ab loosing Iruka so he like keeps doing shit for Iruka so he wouldn't be in harm's way and Iruka is getting annoyed

so Iruka is like "dude I can do this myself thanks please fuck off" and Kakashi. reacts by not reacting?? he goes still and you can tell there's some shit otg

and so Kakashi fucks off. he fucks off real good. he doesn't talk to Naruto or Iruka for like a whole week, and would have gone on for several more if Iruka hadn't gotten fed up with his behaviour

so Iruka low-key sets up a trap just for Kakashi and it works bc Kakashi's brain funk is wonky

and he's like "you bastard I thought we were all having ramen together tonight but the kids said you had other shit to do - you and I both know you put off everything else till after! remember the anbu incident"

so Iruka is like "fess up what's bothering you??" kakashi looks so pathetic with one foot caught in a trap, dangling upside down from a tree, but more so because he looks so exhausted

so Kakashi talks about how when he first saw that scar, he got kinda scared ab loosing him

Iruka starts laughing until he notices Kakashi's solemn face and he's like "oh you're actually serious huh"

so. Iruka cuts Kakashi loose on the condition he doesn't run away. Kakashi would have, had Iruka not held his hand

and Iruka explains his own issues with his scar "you know, a guy I considered my best friend gave me this! it almost killed me!" kakashi pale

"so there's bad stuff ab it, but it's also the scar from when Naruto passed his exam. when we finally got on another's wave length proper, when Naruto saved me literally and I guess I sorta saved him"

Iruka explains that the scar is from a very positive part of his life. that he's grateful that it happened, if it hadn't, he wouldn't have gotten to know Naruto like he does, he wouldnt have ever met Kakashi

"you already knew me before tho" "yeah as like, passing co-workers. I wouldn't have learned what makes you tick or be able to hold your hand like this, and this is really nice, best I've ever had"

kakashi flushes red like. that's too intimate.

"Kakashi don't get embarassed you read porn in public. with a straight face."

also I'd like to have this sort of flash back to when Iruka was in the hospital and anbu Kakashi was keeping an eye on him and Naruto

#bogs' muttering #the great naruto twitter to tumblr transfer #naruto #kakairu

[daryldamnson]

What would Eddie’s kinks be, since you did Steve’s?

soft nsfw warning

Praise kink!  Praise kink!  Praise kink!!!!

I just think he’d love being told he was doing well he just wants to please you so every time you let him know just how good that feels or how much you love something he’d be pleased as punch and super turned on by it

It leads to some awkward boners when he gets a passing grade on an exam or smth and you’re like “oh my god, good job, I’m so proud of you” and his pavlovian response kicks in and suddenly he’s hard at school and yes ok maybe sometimes he manages to convince you to come help him deal with it in the back of his van bc he’s also a lil bit of an exhibitionist

Ok so I think Eddie can be a bit of a switch depending on what mood he’s in and what mood you’re in but contrary to what seems to be popular belief in the eddie munson tag I think he sways more to the subby side than dom (not disparaging those fics though bc they’re my lifeblood tbh) 

I just think he’s so touchstarved and insecure he doesn’t always feel confident about touching you or doing it right but if you take control then he knows that he can just relax and enjoy himself bc you’re in charge and you’ll only do things you want to and he wants to

There’s something about being a sub (in general but let’s say specifically for Eddie also) that just means you’re inherently in charge even when it doesn’t feel like it and he doesn’t have to make any decisions or put any thought into it (or too much thought - mr munson is an overthinker methinks, especially at the start of your relationship when he’s inexperienced) he can just let you decide everything but he always knows that ultimately if he realises he’s not into something right then he can safeword out and it will just end no pushing no hesitations and this sort of juxtaposition just really works for him

Also I think he likes getting choked lmao so that fits

(god i want to wrap my hands around that pretty neck of his)

Do we count anal as a kink?  If so then YES.  Giving and receiving he’s a pretty versatile guy

And pretty open about it too I think, like I think some guys feel emasculated to admit they’re interested in being on the receiving end but I really think he’s had so long to experiment different things on his own that he comes into your relationship with all these ideas he’s tried by himself but just knows will be so much better with you

He claims he’s into threesomes but I actually think he wouldn’t want to share his body - which is yours and yours only - with someone else

He could watch someone else go down on you for days though idk why he just strikes me as the type

Maybe bc he’s so obsessed with going down on you himself

Also idk if this is just wishful thinking but when he’s feeling dom-like I think he’d be into spitting in your mouth like,,, he just likes the thought that you’d do something so dirty and swallow whatever he gives you including something a lot of people would feel grossed out about but that might just be bc I’ve never had a spit kink until eddie munson so idk maybe that’s just me

Especially if you’re usually a bit grossed out by like sharing a bottle/glass with someone but then you go home and open your mouth on command and happily swallow his spit I just think he’d feel so special

Love bites.  All the love bites.  You both constantly look like you’ve been in an accident or smth you’re so covered in bruises

He never even tries to cover his up like honestly some days he’ll switch his top to make sure there are at least some on display and if he starts to run out cause they’re all healing and maybe you’d had a busy few days and hadn’t had to chance to see him and add a few more he’ll just turn up at your house pouting like the little needy boy he is until you’ve given him plenty to show off the next day

Also he likes it when you put your fingers in his mouth I have no reasoning I just think he does, oral fixation!eddie ftw

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there are better writers than me who have gone into much more detail but these are just some of my thoughts

thanks for sending me an ask lovely!

if you want more thoughts send me something! :)

steve version here

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[cricketwrangler]

Hahaha so the "physical medicine and rehabilitation" guy that we'd been hoping would finally give logan a real evaluation, went through all his notes history, and decided he just has a somatic disorder :). Which is code for "thinks everything is more than it is and is actually an expression of mental illness". Literally looking it up it's the "we haven't found what's wrong with you so we're assuming it's not really a problem" disease. And put on the note he's advising ALL of the people treating him in any way--therapist, physical therapist, pcp, different specialists--of this, and not to approve any treatment or testing pretty much. This when he's been constantly deteriorating because he's hardly recieved any useful treatment, has had to wait months and months for each appointment that doesn't go anywhere, and currently is having new horrible symptoms with muscle contractures and spasms, as well as constant migraine and worsening stomach issues, and none of it is controlled. The CTs for head and stomach that were ordered a month ago and were urgent then, have kept getting fucked up between insurance and the doctors office and outside testing labs that his insurance makes him go through. And now this will probably make that harder.

And his reasonings were disgusting. And he obviously decided this from the beginning bc he cherry picked anything that was dismissive of him from any notes, notes every mention of mental illness, starting with trauma as a kid, to just any mention of having had anxiety ever. Discredits or conveniently leaves out any notes that would disprove or not support this conclusion. The things that made looking for help exhausting and difficult and un fruitful this whole time are being used against him--tests that reported something objectively wrong, doctors who just wrote the wrong thing in the notes, the fact that no one ever did any investigative work, he HAD to look stuff up and ask them to evaluate for it!

And 90 percent of this I think came down to he was weirdly pissy at logan using the term "spasticity" which he says "has a very specific definition". Logan actually does research on this stuff (which I've heard is something often used against you in this exact situation) but even things I've looked up describe symptomatically what he's having. If we're wrong, that's bc we ARENT doctors and colloquial use is all we have to describe the symptoms! It's your job to evaluate further, not to get mad at him for using what you assume is the wrong term! And only started realizing that might be what's happening because a DIFFERENT rehab doctor said he needed to see a spasticity clinic bc that's what was happening!

Also misgendered him several times. And implied that treatments not working were also evidence, without asking why (i.e. "noncompliance" with CPAP, bc he's been ordered but has had trouble getting a bipap--even for me, the pressure they had it set to ramp up to makes it feel impossible to breathe). Or for having a reaction to different medications.

Basically the first evaluation he had for eds he was sent to a rheumatologist for, bc they do joints, and she didn't fully evaluate him and did not know what eds was previously. And he quoted back to her saying he didn't qualify every time another physician noted EDS.

I was vaguely worried about this ever since his pcp mentioned that the guy "wants to spend time evaluating you himself and looking through testing as opposed to taking other doctors word for it". But he didn't evaluate him past a couple of hypermobility checks and basic neuro exam. He spent most of the time with logan trying to get his testing from another hospital uploaded, bc despite using the exact same interface, it's really difficult to access everything from the other hospital. We turned in the cds to records but I guess that hasn't done anything yet.

Anyway between being terrified what this will do to his current treatment that's barely managing symptoms, we finally got with people who are helping us get a medicaid waver--which we thought before we didn't qualify for, but she thinks we will--for me to be paid as a caregiver, get other home health and a case manager, help getting a ramp finally. And the people i spoke to were helpful and awesome and seemed to be wanting to get the most help possible and shit. But one of the questions she asked for the paperwork was if he sought a lot of appointments for appointments sake, which this guy seems to imply. And which makes me think this diagnosis/coding/recommendation is going to mess that up too. I don't even know what to do. I know this happens to people but from what I've seen it's horrible trying to get past it, if you ever can, and seeking new doctors once yours are poisoned against you makes it look worse!

#dont want to rant anymore to logan bc atm hes trying to distract himself so doing it here #going ti have to spend the weekend when we needed to do a ton of other stuff going theough those notes #to hopefully have a good case when he sees his pcp tuesday #cant send a message bc apparently this guy can also access all of those

[onlyswan]

Hiii Art!! How have you been and how's your work/studies whatever it is that you do. Good? Eh? Well mine's kinda on a dry and wet mode rn lol.

Mind if I rant here?

I have 2wk worth of exams coming up and I have no motivation to study. I honestly regret taking up the course im studying for. I mainly took it up because its lucrative and helpful in today's economy. But honestly I should have just pursued 14yo Lyfie's dream to become a nurse. It wouldve been so much more rewarding🥲🥲🥲.

Anyways despite that im just praying my gpa doesnt go down the drain, and im gulity right now because i wasted the whole day doing nothimg even though i told myself to go study. I couldnt do it. I just......well i knew what i was doing was bad but everytime i looked at my notes i felt as if i knew them all, and in the end achieved nothing. Sigh i hate myself for how repetitve this unhealthy cycle has become. Parental pressure isnt helping either. I try ranting and they say its just momentary tiredness and it would go away soon and then further guilt me into wasting time :((((.

Wow that became long. Im so sorry for litterally trauma dumping on you, especially if tou had a long day. It would be the last thing you'd wanna worry about 😂😂😂

Anyways i wanted to ask you about your writing, both as a fellow fic author and as loyal reader of yours. What inspires you to write?

(I.e set time aside to write your fics and even feel motivated to open up that document? I have so many plot bunnies, headcanons and fic ideas, but no matter how enticing, everytime i try opening up my google docs, that burst of excited energy saps away. Urgh its so frustrating!!😠)

And for your fics, we had possible teases of engagement btwn jk and oc and even f2l hopelessly pining jk and oc. So i was wondering will we ever get a confession scene 👀👀👀?

I rmbr when jk ssid somewhr in an interview where he would love to lift his partner up and kiss them and my mind went str to the in which couple lol knowing your writing and since its jk its gonna be so cute cheesy and gonna involve tears 😇.

Funny enough i also know that both oc and jk are heavy on respecting e/o be it space or privacy, and when i heard Twice MISAMO's Do Not Touch song which was about consent and it was potryaed beautifully compared to art masterpeices, it got me thinking about their initial stages of skin ship or how they got comfortable around e/o physically or even their first time. Idk im just so invested in this universe lol 😭😂

Hmmm, but thats it for now. I'll reach out to you soon!!! :D

-Lyf

hiii lyf <3 work is draining and some customers are rude but my co-workers are fun to be with so it’s alright 🥲 uni also started this week and it’s nerve wracking but also soooo exciting !! i’m just gonna need some time to adjust to this new life + schedule 😬

i’m so sorry to hear that beloved :( i’m sure with the given the circumstances that you chose what you thought would be best for you at that time and i think it’s important that you recognize that too !! 🫂 and yesyes studying is so freaking difficult especially when you don’t feel motivated >:( for me personally time management has been pretty helpful. i love schedules ^^ sometimes i do house chores first to get my brain into work mode too and i give myself little rewards during break times (which are sooo important) or after studying hehe like snacks or screen time !! please look after yourself and your health. 🥺

dw i’m mostly fine with you guys ranting about stuff like school !! because same !! but i’m just putting it out there that when it’s abt triggering stuff i have to restrain myself 🥲 i don’t reply to those because it really affects me badly mentally too :(

hmmm when it comes to inspiration to write 🤔 like i said i do love schedules hehe i open a draft every night before bed + in my notes i also save words/phrases/scenarios that pop in my mind throughout the day but couldn’t write yet :D but i don’t really get to write everyday bcs i’m too tired or nothing just comes out. sometimes i only write one sentence or one paragraph then pass out lol. on a good day i finish one scene and maybe start writing the next too !! a jungkook weverse live will always 100% give me a big rush of motivation tho 🤭

and i doooo want to explore the earlier stages of oc and jungkook’s relationship 🥹🥹🥹 i have many many plans !! but i just want them to be perfect so it might take me a while </3 this is still a long journey if y’all are up for it hehe thank you so much for being invested in our little iw universe !! 🥰 it truly means the world to me that i get to enjoy my passion like this :") ilysm lyf 🫂

#omg yes i think about that interview all the timehdkdjkf like he is such a romantic!!! i get so giddy when i remember 😭 #art’s post office ☁️ #lyf <3

[1d1195]

HAHAH OMG I love that you tell your bf you’ve known Harry longer than him! I mean you’re not wrong?! And not 1D in your collage?! Honestly love that lol but aww omg it’s so cute that your classroom also has a bit of Harry too! I bet it’s adorable!

I love target too! I love spending there and it’s oddly relaxing for me even though in others stores I’m fighting for my life lol

Also HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW PICS OF HARRY?! He just looks so good 😭

Omg I use to LOVE Lizzie McGuire growing up and I would obsess over the Lizzie McGuire movie! And I was so down bad for Chad Michael Murray in Freaky Friday like he made my head spin as a child lol and I heard Noah on the radio the other day and I immediately thought of you! Also idk if you saw or anything but didn’t Noah cover Falling by Harry on an insta live??? I think I saw a clip of it??

I would say my music taste isn’t that broad or diverse soley bc once I find something I like I stick with it lol like the hyper fixating lasts a while lol or sometimes it’s just really obscure artists lol But I would say some of my faves would be Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Marias, Laufey, Lorde and lately I have been obsessed with the song Tell it to my Heart by Taylor Dayne! I probably have more but like I said it’s just all over the place! Oh and there are some other artists that I listen too in Spanish! And I often listen to instrumental/classical music lol ITS A LOT lol

The dentist is a scary place and plus who wants a stranger looking in your mouth like?! I don’t blame you! But yay be proud of your growth!!! Even being a little less scared and more okay going to the dentist is such a win!! Also I didn’t know that 🐱 anon was responsible for the inspo of MADE TO BE, NEIGHBORS AND LIEK ZIPPER?!?!? THQTS SO WILD?!? But honestly so cool! I love all those stories so much!

And I could NEVER mind bestie! Literally do whatever you please!

And I’m sorry I didn’t reply sooner :( the universe HATES ME! Yesterday took my math final(that was something lol) and i had happened to get my period early :( AND I THINK IM GETTING SICK??😭 very sad honestly bc im not even done with all my exams :( ANWAYS the only plus side of yesterday was this hot guy who sat next to me and we got talking a bit 😌

i hope you’re okay! You know I always love talking with you!!!!

ALSO I SAW THE DING POST AND IM VERY EXCITED!!!!-💜

I literally have 4x6 photos of him on my wall at school and my students (who are INSANE and don't know who Harry is) at the beginning of the year are like "is that your bf?" and I usually tell them "in my head, yes" and point out the pics of my actual bf and they're like "he looks like Harry" and I'm "yeah, I have a type 🤭"

I would get married in the Starbucks at Target. That would be my ideal venue. For a honeymoon we would go to the clothing section.

I'll have to check out that song! and I totally know what you mean about diverse music tastes. I also stick to pretty much the same three things I really had to dig in the archives of my brain to get that info out for you.

Oh yes! 🐱 is my biggest Made to Be supporter! That's how I "met" her! I think she helped me continue the story--at least the last five parts minimum. Neighbors was entirely her premise and I just ran with it! One of the Zipper Extras I was totally stuck on and I think she had the idea of where I needed to go. She's a wealth of knowledge and help whenever I need it most 💕

I DID SEE THE PICS OF HIM. THIS version of him is the star of Ding 😊 He's delicious. So effortlessly beautiful I could scream. I'm glad you like the idea of Ding, I'm excited about it!

That's my bad bestie, we must have synced up via our telepathic connection. What a series of unlucky events on St. Patty's weekend no less. A math final, your period, and illness. You should get a lottery ticket, sounds like you'll hit it big. BUT A HOT GUY DO TELL MORE

I hope the rest of your finals go smoothly and I hope that you feel better ASAP. I'm doing alright. I need a mental health day. I'm spreading myself too thin but I don't think I'm going to get a real break until next next Friday the 29th 😭 but we'll see. Maybe I'm just being extra.

thanks for sending a message even when you're not feeling well. I hope the math final wasn't too bad, I would have given you all my good math vibes if I knew ahead of time but I'll do it retroactively just the same!

xoxo

#💜

[acaiasahi]

nahh bc i just read your rant on my ask but i feel you bro, there's this girl in my class who acts EXACTLY like your co-worker and i rlly just want to rip off her hair 🤯😭

btw, the peace after finishing a semester is so satisfying srsly, i can finally sleep early now LMAO 😭 usually i sleep around 12:30AM-1AM during exam season and wake up st like 5AM to continue studying which ikik, it's effed up but what else can i do lol 😭😭

anyways, i have more tea to spill (bc i have no one else to spill the tea to) so tell me if you're up for it aaaand how have you been?? <33

- 🌱

i actually requested my boss to not put me on the schedule for awhile bc of crazy shit happening in my life but she fr won't stop bothering me :/ ik she has nice intentions but ever since she broke up w her partner, she's been seeking validation in me and it's getting tiring 😭 she also has covid bc she stopped wearing her mask like a bimbo 🤨

do get some rest tho, ik it's easier said than done but maybe drink some non-caf tea to wind down, maybe even use melatonin gummies to get back on track with ur sleeping sched? i literally understand having a shitty sleep sched, i fr be goin to bed at like 6 am knowing damn well i gotta wake up soon for work in a couple hours 😭😭😭

i'm literally always up for ur tea, it's not even a question anymore 😭😭😭 for me tho, a lot has happened n it's been good and bad :/

cw: stalking (?), car accident.

so on a really good note, i'm getting close to my other coworkers at my retail job and they're so sweet and not pushy at all, they're polite and always are open-minded AND respect my pronouns <3333 but on a more sadder/disturbing note, while i was working, this sus ass customer came in and tried to keep talking to me while i was literally trying to do my job and when i was finally fed up, i told my coworkers i was going to the back and as soon as i got there, i went to the bathroom bc tmi i needed to pee, anyway, i locked the door n all the junk and i find out that the creepy customer followed me into the break room and tried to get in the bathroom i was in :/

during that same week, i got into a car accident bc this asshole wouldn't slow down and both my sisters were in the car so i swerved out the way to keep them safe or he would've hit my little sister who was in the back seat :( we're hoping to catch the guy bc 1) he lives in the same apartment complex as me, 2) it wasn't my fault in the first place LOL but i'm js grateful no one got hurt. &lt;3

other than that, i've been trying my best to keep positive and seeing piwon and talking to y'all has been helping w it &lt;3

#[ 💭 ] asks. #[ 🌱 ] anon. #[ 🫙 ] anons. #[ 📢 ] answered. #[ 🎲 ] rants.

[tears0fsatan]

LOL that's just how i work i just get into anything that interests me no matter how drastically different they are. for the sonic franchise, it's bc ive been watching the snapcube sonic fandubs and they made me interested in the actual games and idw comic. as for nu carnival, i really like the character designs and well if im being honest...the nsfw scenes help satisfy my libido without me having to actually do anything, i can just watch the two men go at it and i'll be satisfied lmao. libido's a bitch when you're ace 😭

well i guess ive been experimenting with that side of myself when i turned 18...it kinda makes me feel like a late bloomer tho T_T even been daydreaming about doing The Activity with geo gramps and my brain is weirdly not opposed to it much which makes me question things more,, still wont actually read smut tho, the weird terms intimidate me

the green haired guy's name is olivine!! he's a very nice and gentle priest ^_^ and also very um...yknow. im not comfortable saying the word but yeah. he's very neat!! my fave is yakumo tho, he's just so sweet and cute 🥺 he's the shy type ehe. dante is very gender tho

and thank you for your encouraging words, honestly im just attending uni so i can get a good job and get the hell out of my country bc it's a hellhole 😭 i am getting that top surgery goddammit!! binders are cool but permanently getting rid of my boobs sounds so much better

anywayz thank u for reading my rambles again, i literally have no one to talk to nowadays lol

- 🔶

HOLY FUCJ YEAH!!!! being ace n a teenager is so awkward n nO ONE ever talks about it...... like i can't help the wave of guilt i feel whenever i feel *cough* even though its nORMALLLLL urghurghurgh

n .. omg i never thought that i'd meet someone similar to me in that regard,, i grew up homeschooled n isolated so i never rlly got the chance to learn abt that sort of stuff along with my peers??? so i always felt like i was left behind (in a lot of ways rip </3) n it sucks but at least now we know that we're not the only ones right? anww pls don't feel too burdened to figure things out!!! get comfortable with that sorta stuff in ur own time my dear!! nd help i can't picture myself doing it with anyone except some of my favourite characters too 😭😭 real life people are just :thumbs down:

my love,,,, does yakumo remind u of a certain... geo spear wielder by chance..? LMFAO IM PLAYIN BUT DAMN OLIVINE IS CUTE AS HELL AND HIS NAME??? IS SO PRETTY??? AND WHAT THE FUCK... DANTE.. HELLO??@#?@#@?# im gnna collapse and dry heave why are all the characters so damn gorgeous,.,.,. at this rate i might as well play the game myself 😭

nd fuck yeah!!! away with the tits!!! i am in full support of that movment!!!! hope that opportunity comes ur way soon my love!!! n help pls literally me too... the few friends that i still talk to are all busy with exams n stuff n so we don't have the time to chat lololol feel free to ramble or wtv in my inbox whenever!!!!!!!!

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[sunghun]

enhypen when their s/o is productive on their period

requested; yep :)

warnings; period talk, mentions of food.

note; the way i got my period the day i started writing this…..lol. *bursts into tears*

general taglist; @blaqpinksthetic @heelariously

희승 | heeseung;

heeseung would be like . in awe of you

like you’re in excruciating pain and still manage to get shit done?

even if you don’t really need to???

low-key inspired lmao

also feels bad about whining how much it hurt when he got a stomach ache a few weeks ago

bc like here you are

feeling like ur guts are getting wringed out like a towel

and you’re just going about like nothing

doing your laundry, studying for upcoming exams, etc.

does his best to help but promptly realizes that he should just . not

because while you can act like normal when doing all your chores

you’re still on your period

which means that you’re still moody

which results in you getting very *ahem* frustrated when he doesn’t do something exactly right

so he just lets you do ur thing

and is there with lots of blankets and pillows and snacks when you’re ready to for some cuddles :’)

제이 | jay;

jay might not even realize that you got period tbh

bc like . you act so normal??

idk if he was expecting you to act like godzilla all week or what

but yeah he had no clue until you guys were cooking smth together

and you just paused in the middle of cutting the potatoes and started gripping the knife really tight and breathing really heavy

probably got a little concerned like . having i been dating a secret serial killer all this time. is this part where they murder me.

is even more confused when you just go right back to normal after a minute

like . wot the hell was that

eventually you notice him just staring at you and you’re like

“oh, sorry about that. period cramp, you know?”

“wait wait wait you have your period???”

“uhh yeah? i got it like 2 days ago babe.”

is like . low-key impressed

after that he’ll be a bit more considerate than usual

but overall he lets you do your things without bothering you

bc he knows you’ll come to him if you need help or anything

also very very happy when you snuggle up tight to him when you’ve finished your work 🥰🥰

제이크 | jake;

like heeseung, jake would probably be low-key in awe of u

but he would also try to help you with stuff more

like he comes over one day and sees you doing the dishes

and he’s just like “omg babe you need to be resting! let me do that!!”

and will continue to do stuff like that constantly

bc he doesn’t want you overexerting yourself or anything :(

but eventually you have to sit him down

and explain that you like to do stuff and be productive

especially during shark week bc you don’t want to let it get you down

so after that he calms down a bit with wanting to do everything for you

but he still wants to help so you two kind of compromise

with you letting him help you some things

and him knowing that if you need anything you’ll ask

he also gets very very happy when you ask him to snuggle :))

성훈 | sunghoon;

i’m not gonna lie

sunghoon might be a little terrified of u

like he’s tried those period cramp stimulators before

he knows how bad that shit hurts

and yet you’re just ?? getting things done???

when you asked if he wanted to grocery shopping

he thought that was you asking him to get you some stuff

so when he starts getting his jacket and shoes on and you’re like “babe wait for me!”

he’s just like

“wut 🧍‍♂️”

is extra careful around you all week

bc he doesn’t wanna risk pissing you off or anything

only offers his help when it’s obvious you want him to

or if you’re clearly struggling with something

because he knows how particular you can be with having things done properly

is kinda relieved when you ask him to hold and cuddle you at the end of the day

bc now he knows for sure that yes, you are human <3

선우 | sunoo;

might be a bit disappointed lol

bc like . he was gonna use you not feeling well as an excuse for him not to do anything??

but you’re doing fine and getting stuff done???

and he’ll just stand there clutching a blanket and some snacks like

“i thought we were gonna do nothing all week….”

pls he looks so cute you just have to take a quick movie-and-cuddle break

but then after the movie you get right back to work

and sunoo’s just . losing it a little bit

why?? are you doing all this stuff??? when your sweet lovely amazing boyfriend is right there and willing to laze around with you????

might get a little salty bc he thinks you don’t wanna spend time with him

but eventually he’ll understand that you just don’t want to feel like you can’t do anything

would still probably tease you a bit tho

“oh now you want to be with me? i see how it is *hmph*”

will still give you all the hugs and cuddles you could ask for <33

정원 | jungwon;

probably the one who would react the least out of them

like you wanna do the laundry on your period?

cool, could you wash that one hoodie of his too?

would pretty much let you do whatever

but he might get on your nerves a bit from asking you to do stuff for him

bc you’re already doing a bunch of stuff

what’s the difference of doing a little extra?

however once he sees how frustrated it can make you

and that despite you acting like you’re perfectly fine

your cramps are kind of killing you :/

then he would feel kinda bad

and would start offering to help with stuff more

and not ask you to do so much for him

very happy and willing to hold you and snuggle with you when you ask as well :))

니키 | niki;

is very confused

when you told him that you were just gonna stay home today bc you got your period

he expected to show up and see you laying in bed as you lose the will to live

but instead you’re deep cleaning the kitchen??

probably just watches you in silence for a few minutes

while he tries to figure out what he should do

until you notice him just awkwardly standing there

with a bag full of snacks from the convenience store down the street

“oh hey babe! what’re you doing here?”

“i….came to help?”

“sweet!”

somehow ends up helping you clean the house for the rest of the day

with you two taking little breaks here and there to eat the food he brought with him

and then later

when you’re laying on the couch together with you practically on top of him

he can’t stop the giant grin that overtakes his face when you tell him how happy you are he came

and how much he means to you :((

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction

[t0wnspersonb]

Twin Bed (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

are u taking requests rn? 🥺 ive read ur tsukki fics and i know to myself ur the only one who can write this request amazingly: tsukki sneaking in to his s/o’s room at night bc he misses her and he saw how cute she is in her pajamas but couldnt help getting turned on as well bc she is wearing shorts and an oversized shirt it also didnt help that her bed is for one person only ;) UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR AND NEVER STOP WRITING TSUKKI OR HAIKYUU SCENARIOS COS THE PPL NEED U

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Word Count: 2,475

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, my shit writing, bad language

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Yoooo this is was legit so fun to write lmao. I hope I did your request justice anon and I appreciate your kind words!!! I know I have other requests sitting in my inbox and I will try and to get to them soon. I might be a bit inactive the next couple of weeks, I will be going vacation (I definitely fucking need it lol) this week and then I start classes again. RIP. I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!:) I literally am at a lost for words with how amazing you guys are and how unproblematic you guys have been considering the bullshit that’s been going around in the community. I just want to reiterate that this is a safe and fun place for everyone, it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable and if I do please let me know so that I can apologize correctly for it! But to make things clear I will not tolerate any fuckery on this blog, I don’t have the energy nor the patience to deal with shit like that. We are all capable of being decent human beings to each other. No drama, no bullshit, just a fun and safe place for everyone that wants to be part of it. ANYWAY, enough of my ranting, please enjoy this filth and my shit writing lmao 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

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You frowned slightly as you looked at your phone, your eyes squinting against the harshness of the light. 

 Tsukishima had texted you, multiple times - at two in the morning - in fact. While you dearly adored your boyfriend of only five months, you didn’t exactly adore the fact that he woke you up at this time.

 Especially considering you had to be up in about five hours to get ready for an exam.

 You sighed through your nose as you tugged your blankets from your body and made your way to your door. 

 “Kei… it’s two in the morning…” You yawned, looking up at your tall boyfriend with sleepy eyes. “The dorm manager is going to get mad at me if she catches you here.” 

 “Well let’s not get caught then.” he drawled out, gold eyes flickering over your body. A blonde eyebrow arched up; “is that my shirt?”

 You blinked at him for a moment, not fully registering what he had just asked before a soft blush began to coat your cheeks.

 You were definitely wearing one of his shirts, a green Sendai Frogs shirt that was way too big for your body, given his tall stature. He had left the shirt at your dorm two weeks ago, and naturally you wore it to bed almost every night. 

 “No.” You said in a small voice, carefully playing with your fingers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

 A soft blush covered Tsukishima’s cheeks before he scoffed, his slender fingers reaching up to push his glasses back up his nose. “You’re a terrible liar. Looks good on you though.” he said, brushing past you to get into your room.

 You turned to see him plop himself onto your bed, and you couldn’t help but stare. It was a strange sight to see to say the least. His 6’4 frame was just a tad out of place in your room, especially sitting on your incredibly small bed. But more so he was out of place because, well, your boyfriend was beautiful. It was like a Greek god decided to pay you a secret visit before the sun came up, ready to disappear at any moment. 

 Tsukishima’s hair was tousled perfectly, the tight black shirt he wore complimented him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. You felt your mouth go dry as you realized that he was wearing grey sweatpants, clinging low on his hips.

 How could someone look so good at two in the morning?

 “Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?” He called out, his back leaning against the wall your bed was pushed up against, his phone in hand. 

 “You’re the one that wanted to come over.” you frowned, locking your door before making your way towards the bed. “You’re taking up all the space.” You whined. 

 He rolled his eyes before his long legs parted, creating a space on the bed. “Come here.” 

 You felt your face burn even more, a strange shyness overtaking you at the intimate position he wanted you in. 

 It wasn’t like you had never been close to Tsukishima before, you guys had been intimate, many times... but then why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

 “What are you waiting for?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow quirked up.

 “Shut up.” you grumbled, carefully climbing over one of his long legs. You settled yourself against him, your upper body fitting easily between his legs, your back resting against his stomach and your head gently pressing into his strong chest.

 Resting against Tsukishima was far better than resting in your tiny bed. 

 One of his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, his large hand gently pressing against your stomach, the other hand held his phone in front of both of you, a volleyball game overtaking the screen.

 It was silent for a moment, both of you absorbed in the video. It had only been fifteen minutes into the game when Tsukishima began looking over your body. His gold eyes taking in your bare legs before flickering up. He zeroed in on the exposed skin of your hip, the shirt you wore had been pulled up slightly. 

 He swallowed thickly, arousal beginning to spike in his blood. Christ, it wasn’t like you were naked right now; it wasn’t like you were wearing anything incredibly enticing, but… fuck. Tsukishima began wracking his brain for when the last time it was that he had seen you. That’s right, it had been a while, a little over two weeks in fact. 

 His sudden desire was because he had just missed you right? He couldn’t possibly be turned on from the simple fact that you were in the shortest shorts known to man, or the fact that you were in his shirt and you weren’t…. Christ, you weren’t wearing a fucking bra. 

 He could see your hardened nipples through the shirt despite how baggy it was on your small body. 

 “Can you hold the phone, my arm is getting tired.” he said quietly, hoping that you hadn’t felt his hardening member against your back just yet. 

 “Really Kei?” you rolled your eyes but took his phone nonetheless, your eyes completely glued to the screen. The game was just beginning to get interesting.

 It was silent again.

 But this time, Tsukishima trailed his hand down to your exposed skin, carefully sliding his fingers under your shirt, gently tracing against your soft skin.

 You sighed softly at his touch, your body wiggling slightly against him to get more comfortable. Tsukishima took that as a good sign, his hands traveling further up, the rough pads of his fingers felt incredible against your skin; goosebumps erupting over your body.

 You shivered slightly, desire spiking in the pit of your stomach as his long fingers began moving further up, until they rested just below your breasts. Your breath hitched, your heart thumping loudly in your ears now. 

 His fingers carefully dragged against the soft underside of your breasts. You felt Tsukishima shift, his upper body sitting up slightly, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your outer ear, hot breath rustled your hair. 

 “Who’s winning?” he murmured, lips grazing against your ear before carefully brushing down towards your neck.

A soft whimper tore through your lips. “It’s uhmm… uh - o-oh Kei.” your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted across your skin, tasting you before biting down softly. You could feel your cunt clenching at his actions, your bundle of nerves suddenly throbbing to be touched.

 “What was that?” he teased softly, the hand that was gently caressing the underside of your breasts suddenly moved up, carefully cupping your entire breast, long fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple.

 You moaned loudly before immediately dropping his phone, both hands clasping your mouth shut tightly.

 “Oh, that’s right, if your dorm manager caught me here, she would be furious right? I don’t want you getting in trouble, so you best be quiet hmm?” he murmured softly against your skin before pinching your nipple hard between two fingers.

 Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rippled through your body.

 “But you make the cutest noises when you're turned on.” he said, his voice incredibly quiet and calm, despite the growing hardness that was pressing into your back now. “You’re in quite the dilemma, aren’t you?”

 His other hand suddenly trailed down, his fingers curling against your through your shorts. 

 “Fuck… you’re soaked.” he groaned quietly, feeling your arousal leaking through your panties and staining your shorts.

 He suddenly leaned back once again, your head once again resting against his strong chest. But despite his composure, his heart was racing just as much as yours. 

 He suddenly bucked his hips up, his cock rubbing against your back. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the hand that was groping your breast pulled out of your shirt and tangled into your hair, gently tugging and forcing you to arch your neck, staring up at the blonde male now.

 His gold eyes held nothing but lust now as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. 

 You had never seen a more gorgeous man in your entire life. 

 “What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal. But before you could say anything, the hand that was grasping you through your clothes suddenly tugged your shorts and panties to the side, long fingers brushing softly against your weeping slit.

 Tsukishima exhaled loudly, his cock jumping against your back as he felt just how wet you were. 

 “Fuck…” he whispered quietly, and carefully slid his finger to the top of your cunt, his finger gently pressing down against your clit.

 A jolt of pleasure erupted through your body, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as your eyes fluttered shut.

 He began rubbing delicate circles against you, a soft pleasure beginning to build up in your lower stomach, your hips rocking up carefully with his movements.

 “K-Kei…” you trembled, your hand reaching down and grasping at his forearm helplessly. 

 “Are you close?” he asked, his finger pressing down just a little bit harder, but that was all that you needed to get your legs shaking.

 The way he touched you… the way that he took care of you… it was no wonder you were completely head over heels for him.

 He was just too good.

 You nodded helplessly against his chest, and then suddenly he pulled his hand away from your dripping cunt, a soft cry of distress tearing through your lips. Why did he… but you were so close…

 “Can you move away for a second?” he asked quietly, gently pushing you forward. You shakily scooted away from him and heard the rustling of sheets and clothes. You twisted your head to look back and - your mouth went dry.

 Tsukishima was still resting against the wall, his lower body easily sprawled out against your bed as you still sat between his long legs, but this time… this time… he laid with one hand behind his head, the other was easily grasping his member, lazily sliding up and down his shaft. His grey sweatpants were bunched up around the tops of his thighs, his black shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his lower stomach and the perfect lines of his Adonis belt.

 “Come here.” he demanded, you turned to crawl over to him, fully intending on taking him into your mouth- his hand flew up, halting your movements. “No. I want to be inside you.”

 Your lips parted slightly as you nodded in a daze, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. But before you could sink down on top of his cock, he stopped you once more. 

 “Turn around.” he commanded. Your lips trembled softly, your hands gripping his upper thighs as you situated yourself on top of him, you could feel his fingers tugging your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then something blunt and thick began rubbing up and down your soaked entrance. 

 “Don’t tease me Kei, please.” you whimpered out, but before you could plead further, he grabbed your hips, forcing you to sink all the way down onto his member in one movement.

 You gritted your teeth tightly, biting back the loud shout that wanted to escape your throat at the sudden intrusion, at the force of him already hitting the most devastating depths within you.

 Fuck you had never been quite this full, never had someone quite this deep until you met Tsukishima.

 “Shit.” he cursed, growling slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes fluttered shut as your tight heat engulfed him completely.

 He could never get used to this. 

 After a moment of adjusting to the new intrusion you began rocking your hips, carefully sliding back and forth, your lips forming into a silent o as pleasure jolted through your body at each drag of his cock against your walls.

 A soft whimper tore through your lips as he began grabbing handfuls of your ass, his fingers gripping tightly at the soft flesh, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart. Before his hand settled on pulling your shorts and underwear further away, his eyes taking in the obscene way your cunt swallowed his cock.

 The quiet room was filled with the sound of rustling sheets, the wet noises of your arousal leaking through your stuffed cunt as Tsukishima slid in and out of you, the soft and breathless moans that escaped your lips, and the soft grunts of Tsukishima as he fought back his release. He couldn’t cum yet, not until you did.

 But he could tell that you were close by the desperate way you rocked your hips, faster, sloppier, chasing for a release.

 “Cum for me.” he demanded, his large hand cracking down against your ass. Your hand came up, stifling the loud gasp that wanted to escape your lips, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You could feel it then, the pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, the tightness in your lower stomach finally releasing. 

 “Fuck that’s it.” He murmured, watching as you trembled above him, his hands coming down to grip at your waist, forcing you to move faster against him as he began chasing his own release.

 Tsukishima gritted his teeth tightly before carefully shoving you off of his member, a soft cry escaping your lips as you collapsed on top of his legs. He gripped his member tightly, shooting thick ropes of his warmth all over your raised bottom, staining your shorts completely.

 “Shit hold on.” he panted slightly, carefully moving himself from under you. He tucked his softening member back into his sweatpants before moving towards your closet, grabbing a towel and making his way back to you. His gentle hands easily cleaning you up before tugging your shorts and panties off, replacing them with fresh ones.

 You looked up at him sleepily as he began situating you both on your small body, half of your body resting on top of his as he drew the blankets over your guys’ form. 

 “You suck Kei. If I fail this exam because I’m too tired to focus, you have to buy me ramen.” you mumbled against his chest, your eyes drooping as sleep began to tug at your mind.

 “If you fail this exam just because you’re tired then that just proves you didn’t actually study for it. You should’ve been able to retain that information regardless.” he said, fingers gently running through your hair.

 “You suck.” you sighed again, softly nuzzling your face into his chest.

 A smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything else. 

 Not that you would have listened anyway, considering that you were knocked out now. 

 Tsukishima’s body was definitely more comfortable than your twin bed. 

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[sluttyten]

here i come with a request for sungchan even if it doesn't get done today... couldn't let it pass

so imagine sungchan is the new guy at campus and everyone is so impressed/weirded out bc of his height, making him feel out of place and stuff, but all you can think about is that he's the cutest boy you've ever seen, esp when he smiles so you can't help but develop a huge crush on him

that only gets deeper once you get to know him one day. Let's say at first he wasn't much of a talker, very awkward in general, just polite smiles here and there bc he thinks if someone sees you with him they're gonna talk. u get with him maybe on a dare or 7 minutes in heaven or whatever, so you, knowing he won't do anything, make the move once u know he's into you as well, kissing him

Still, once he opens up everything changes (for good) you can put your own style and ideas from here and on!

love your work Bea, love for u

Sungchan was the new guy, the oddball who transferred to your university, right into your program, at the start of the spring semester. He was new and very tall and somewhat awkward, so most of the other students in your program were rather exclusionary, shunning the new guy because at this point you were all a little over two years into the program, so having someone new was definitely odd.

But he was cute. In that awkward and definitely aware of it kind of way.

The very first day that he walked into a classroom with you, you’d watched as he slid into a seat in the middle of the classroom, as he pulled out his textbook and a notebook and a pen, as he looked around the room furtively to check on the other students. He was cute, a pair of glasses slid down his nose and he pushed them back up. He hunched down in his seat a bit to seem less tall.

The first time you saw him smile you decided, yeah, you definitely had a crush on this guy. He smiled at some joke the professor made, and your heart leapt in your chest at the sight of his sweet smile.

You can’t really understand why people in your program don’t like him. Yes, he’s new and unusual in your tightly-knit group that’s going through this program together. And yes, he’s smart, beating out the best of you to take over the top spot in the program. But they treat Sungchan like a pariah.

They talk to him when he talks to them, but they don’t go out of their way to include him in conversations. They don’t add him to the group chats that you all use to pass valuable information about events coming up or study guides for exams or funny stories about professors or courses. And when they do talk with him, they usually make fun of him afterwards.

So you don’t mention to any of them that you actually kinda like Sungchan. Yes, he’s tall and new and smarter than all of you, but that doesn’t mean that he deserves to be treated this way.

You decide to talk with him one day after class. He’s slowly packing his stuff up, everyone else has already fled the classroom (including the professor) but you linger back to talk with him. He seems surprised at first when you address him, when you keep walking and talking with him even after you’ve passed out the doors of the classroom.

Sungchan smiles, eyes darting around nervously. He puts a bit of distance between you any time that you get close to anyone, and when you notice him fully stopping when you need a larger group of students near the flight of stairs that lead down from this floor to the ground floor, you stop and turn around.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

Sungchan pushes his glasses up his nose, looking pointedly at the group, which does have a couple of people from your program standing in it. “Aren’t you worried that they’ll talk about you if they see you talking to me? I know none of you like me.”

He could’ve punched you in the stomach, that would’ve been less painful than his words.

“Why would I be worried about that, Sungchan?” You ask, standing up straighter and walking back to stand in front of him. “You’re not some outcast. You’re not a criminal. You’re a new guy in our program and it’s way beyond the time when we should have welcomed you in. I’m sorry it’s taken so long, but you’re in our program, and it’s not fair for anyone to exclude you.”

He smiles, and this time it’s bolder and brighter as he looks down at you.

You take the initiative. You add Sungchan to the group chat. You invite him to come to the study group that’s coming up the following night, less of a study group and more of a party for the students in the program.

You like Sungchan. You’ve definitely got a crush on him, which you realize even more as you talk with him that day after class. You walk from the building and towards your dorm with him, and Sungchan’s still a bit closed off, but he offers you warmer smiles and he walks in step with you, answering some of your questions about like what he’s planning to do after he’s done with the program, what school did he go to before he came here, what kind of music does he like, and many random things.

You know you’re spotted talking with him as you reach your dorm building. You can almost hear the little mice whispering through the walls as the gossip spreads that you finally broke their silence and had a conversation willingly with Sungchan.

By the next night, you’ve been forced to answer questions from several of your friends in the program about why you’ve added Sungchan to the group and why were you talking to him yesterday.

“Because I like him!” You’re tired of pretending like you don’t. “He’s one of us, and he’s nice and smart and I just don’t think it’s fair to leave him out of everything.”

That night at the study group, you start to wonder if maybe Sungchan just isn’t going to show up. Everyone else is there, the fun’s already starting, and he’s nowhere to be seen. You shrink down in your seat, nursing a drink sadly.

“Why is he here?” A girl on your left asks, and you crane your neck to see Sungchan stepping through the door. He looks awkward and out of place, his eyes sweeping the room until he lands on you.

The smile that lights up his face is bright enough that you feel yourself smiling too, sitting up straighter as he comes over. The girl beside you groans and scoots away, making room for Sungchan to sit down beside you, and he quickly fills the space, talking to you in a low tone to thank you for inviting him.

It’s not much later before everyone gathers around the area that you’re sitting in, and someone decides to start up a game of truth or dare.

It seems a little immature for a group of university students to be playing, but no one objects to it out loud, so soon it is happening.

You’re glad to see that as everyone drinks, as Sungchan loosens up a little beside you, people seem to be more accepting of him. They laugh when he’s made to tell the truth about his most embarrassing moment in a relationship, and he blushes as he tells it. They start including him after that, giving him his share of truths or dares, though he’s only choosing truths, and eventually someone asks the million dollar question.

“Sungchan,” one of your friends across the circle asks, “Is there anyone here that you fancy?”

Sungchan chuckles. “What?”

“Anyone you’ve got a crush on? We’re all adults. You’re new here and we’ve all known each other for a couple years now, so it would be weird for us to think of each other as crush-worthy. But you’ve got new eyes, so… anyone catch your attention?”

He hesitates and you think he’s just going to say no or skip the truth and just take the absolutely foul Skip a Turn shot instead. But then Sungchan sucks in a deep breath and turns his head so he’s looking at you. “I like you,” he admits, right there in front of everyone.

Sungchan turns away like his confession was nothing, moving on to ask one of the other guys truth or dare.

It goes around the circle for a few more minutes. Your mind is still buzzing so much that you barely even pay attention to the dare challenged to you, but you do it and then somehow give a dare to the next person.

Eventually the question comes back around to Sungchan.

“Truth or dare?” Someone asks.

Sungchan nervously clenches his hand on his knee, and he says, “Dare.”

A soft giggle passes around the room, a few people exchanging amused glances. He’s finally deviated from his consistent answer of Truth, probably due to the truth they’d made him admit on his last turn. And now they have to think of a dare, although it’s pretty quick that the challenge is presented, “Kiss her. Like you mean it, Jung.”

Sungchan blushes, avoiding your gaze, eyeing the Skip a Turn shot, but you know that even if he does skip this turn they’re not going to let him off the hook.

Sungchan makes a short noise of surprise when you reach for his face, when he turns his head towards you, and when you drag his mouth down against yours. You kiss him there in the middle of this gathering, you smile into the kiss as Sungchan kisses you back, as these people in your program hoot and whistle.

You pull back after a moment, looking around the circle to challenge anyone to say anything. Another few people play the game after that, but soon the fun dies down. The party continues for a bit, you leaving Sungchan on the couch to do other things, and you spot several other people actually sitting down and starting up conversations with him, but when it comes time for it to be ending, as people start leaving, Sungchan walks for the door at the same time as you.

You walk in companionable silence back toward your dorm building, and you’re about halfway there when Sungchan brushes the back of his hand against yours. A moment later he says, “Can I ask you a question?”

You pause, looking up at Sungchan. “Yeah?”

“Truth or dare?” He asks.

You consider for a moment, not knowing which one he really wants to hear. But then you decide, “Dare.” It worked out the best for you the last time he gave that answer.

Sungchan’s voice sounds bolder, a nervous smile on his lips as he says, “I dare you to kiss me again, or you can take me out on a date and kiss me again too.”

You do him one better. You kiss him then, stretching up on your toes and winding your arms around his neck. And then, afterwards when you break apart, you agree to a date. (And it goes great, and definitely ends with another kiss too.)

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