#with good grades even wow i really was so sure i failed

[adore-gregor]

🥹🥹

#i passed all my exams 🥹🥳 #with good grades even wow i really was so sure i failed #most importantly the crucial one's which stop you from signing up from lots of courses until you have them #and i have like 2.0 grade average this is really good 😳 also a fairly high amount of credits already #also i have found so many friends at university and met lovely people 🥹 #i was so worried about making friends :') but i didn't even have to try hard #it's so different than how it always used to be it's so weird but great #i always used to be sooo shy so i guess it's partly that i really overcame that #but also people are so nice to me it's like i'm treated differently #it also kinda was like that when i was away in summer too or when i'm like in stores or restaurants #i have/had so many lovely small talks in the last few months or people trying to help me like i didn't have all my life before 😂 #when in high school people were so rude many of them even teachers #it's difficult to understand #but yeah university life is treating me so well right now 🥹 #and uni football is so fun always i'm so looking forward to get back to playing on thursday #tennis is also going amazing :) #the two weeks of studying and thinking i will fail all my exams were so worth it 😂 #i cried like 3 times a week that i will fail my exams 😂 and i even tried to email the professors assistent to remove me from the exam 😂 #now i'm grateful she didn't answer my mail 💀 and did that then now i wouldn't have passed it #even got a c on it and that was my worst grade all semester and i spent all week until today being sad that i surely failed my exam 😂🤦‍♀️ #uhh i don't know why i did this but i just can't judge how well i did on exams i'm stupid for that 😂 #also i only studied 2 days for exams for this exam because exams before 😅 #and everyone said it's not possible you need at least two weeks i was scared but they were wrong haha #some other students also did this and some of them passed as well

[harunayuuka2060]

Heartslabyul students: PLEASE, HOUSEWARDEN RIDDLE! WE WILL DO OUR BEST IN CLASS FROM NOW ON! BUT PLEASE DON'T TRANSFER US TO THE RAMSHACKLE HOUSEWARDEN!

Riddle: ...

Savanaclaw students: WE'RE BEGGING YOU, LEONA-SAMA!

Leona: Ugh... So noisy...

Vil: Isn't it a good thing that no one has been slacking off in Pomefiore?

Rook: You look quite pleased, Roi du Poison! *smiling*

Scarabia students: Have we been doing great?

Jamil: No. You're just lucky Kalim here is a friend of theirs.

Kalim: I promised MC that we will do our best on the next quarter!

Floyd: Azul~ Can I~?

Azul: No.

Floyd: *frowns*

Jade: How about you, Idia-san? Did no one fail in your dorm?

Idia: No. Which is quite a bummer. I was really looking forward to sending at least three or four students.

Ignihyde students: *frowning*

Crowley: Has every housewarden ready to transfer their failing students to Ramshackle dorm?

The failing students: NOOOOOOOO!!!

MC: Eh~. That's quite a disappointing attitude~. Won't you agree, Grim~?

Grim: Yeah! Like who are you to go against my housewarden?! Mryah!

Cater: Didn't Grim say that he would destroy them? He's quite behaved now.

Trey: Maybe MC did something to tame him. Haha...

MC: Hm~? I don't see any Diasomnia students~. But I see you, Malleus~. Hi~.

Malleus: I've come here to see what's going on. Why are some students being transferred?

MC: That's because~ I need students~. And no one has been willing to join my dorm~.

Malleus: Oh. So they were being forced?

MC: Hm-hm~.

Riddle: *mutters* Gosh, they're not even saying no...

Crowley: For those students who are on this list, your luggage will be sent to Ramshackle dorm. And I expect that you will follow and respect every order of your new housewarden. That is all.

Ruggie: Hey, Leona. Do you think our students are okay?

Leona: Huh? Why are you asking me? They're not my students anymore.

Jack: But still...

Leona: Look. Their stay there is only temporary. If their grades goes high up, they will be back to us again.

Ruggie: If not?

Leona: No longer my problem.

Cater: Acey~ Why are you still reading your textbook in the middle of lunch? You too, Deucey.

Trey: They're afraid of failing.

Ace: Who wouldn't? We've heard rumors after the other guys were sent there.

Cater: Rumors?

Deuce: Yes... Like Housewarden MC torturing all of them...

Trey: That's...

Riddle: They will be reported if that claim is true.

MC: Hello, Floyd~.

Floyd: Sharky! Good evening!

Jade: Good evening, MC-san. I hope you are not busy.

MC: No, no~ Please come in~.

Floyd and Jade: *walks in* * their eyes widened*

Floyd: Wow!!!

Jade: ...What are they doing?

MC: They're studying~.

Jade: ...

Jade: MC-san, where did you get these zombies?

MC: I called them~. All the geniuses from different times~.

Floyd: Look here, Jade! *has approached a zombie that is teaching ancient literature* It looks like Azul!

Jade: Hmm...

MC: And do you know~ If my students fail to study hard~ Their brains will be eaten~.

The students: *crying after they said that*

Jade: *chuckles* It sure looks like it's working.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst crowley #twst housewardens #twst grim #blithesome!mc

[ventique18]

~ Malleus son hc feat. his parents (Malleus/Yuu♀️)

The adventures of Malleus II (the son) who lives with the reputation of being the second coming of his almighty father. He's got it all: a naturally handsome face, unparalleled brains, and strength that of a thousand men. He's so glorious that no one from his era could ever hope to get close to the ground he walks on.

... Except he's actually just a guy. A completely normal person. His IQ is average and he's just as strong as the next guy. What's unique about him though, is that he has terrifying luck.

His unblemished record of being crowned as the Spelldrive World Champion for 3 years straight? His opponents were just so intimidated by him that they fall off their brooms, injure themselves, and are rendered unable to fight. He's literally only used common fireball spells and a few gusts of wind here and there. For some reason though, the commentators would holler excitedly and announce to the entire world that the young Draconia only needs the most basic of spells to topple over the most gargantuan of opponents. SASUGA DRACONIA-OUJI! they would cry.

And those perfect grades that catapulted him to the top of National Exam Rankings? Those were his lucky letter-dice doing the hard work. He was so absorbed in his sculpting hobby the other week that he completely forgot to study-- only relying heavily on throwing the dice the very day of the exam and praying that he'd guess good enough to not get kicked out of school. And when he did pick out something he was quite sure was right, he was wrong. That was his only incorrect number.

Indeed, he's a sham. He would've felt guilty, but then again his parents actually know how he really is behind the ritz and glamor. His dad's so amused by it, in fact, that he never fails to show up to each and every one of his son's matches; a little to encourage the boy, but mostly because he finds it entertainment of the highest caliber to watch how his lucky son would outmatch his opponents in the oddest ways you could never have guessed.

And after every victorious match, every perfected exams, or even after dragging back a trophy from some out-of-the-blue pageant he got roped into, he would come home to table filled to the brim with his favorite meals. Which are mostly just some variations of dishes made of cream. An occasion he loves, by the way, considering he doesn't always get to enjoy cream because they're way above his daily nutritional quota.

"Wow, a congratulatory feast for my Spelldrive match?" He says as he plops down the chair in front of his parents' usual spots; not even bothering to take off his gear.

"No," His mom replies, "A celebratory feast for living the life you like to live."

He pauses; speechless. It does bother him sometimes, he's got to admit. He's a prince. He's supposed to act like one. He's not supposed to rely on some lucky dice or hope for others to get into unfortunate circumstances just so he'd win. He's supposed to read through every book in the library, swing a sword until his fingers bled, chant his spells until he's sore in the throat-- work hard every single day, just like his father did.

"What are you staring at us for?" His father laughs, "Eat up and finish fast. You still have not quite finished that project I gave you, did you? I want that gargoyle's wings twice as large."

He bursts into a laughter of his own and starts digging into his creamy carbonara. He still wants to work hard, yes, but maybe... Maybe it's not so bad enjoying his teenage life too.

Tomorrow... Yeah, tomorrow, he'll start chipping at that history book he hasn't opened since the start of the semester.

The dad, as if reading what's on his son's mind, simply chuckles and sneakily steals the tub of ice cream his wife was saving for dessert.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #imaginary malleus baby

[ktaerssoi]

same team, different goal

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

summary: the three weeks leading up to the draft, or the three times you realize caitlin isnt all that bad.

(2k)

week one

march was coming to an end, and Iowa had made it to the elite eight. tomorrow you would play against LSU, and you were a little nervous. your nerves didn't ease up when you were practicing the night before on an empty court.

it was almost ten, but you hadn't eaten or even thought about anything but the game tomorrow until you heard someone enter the gym, and then you weren't alone.

looking up from the ground, you shot the basketball towards the net, your arm stretching out and your feet coming off of the floor for a moment, but to no avail, it hit the backboard and bounced back to you.

"you should ease up your arm, you're too tense to be playing to your full ability." you turn to see caitlin standing by the court's edge, a calculated look on her face. "clark, I really don't need your help, I just need to practice. you're not exactly helping with that by the way."

she put her hands up in defense, "Actually that was exactly what I was doing. Plus, this isn't your gym, I can come in and practice too if I want." and that's what she did. every time she threw the ball you heard a faint swish and turned to see her lazily going to retrieve the basketball. she's some freak of nature really.

"wanna run some defense real quick?" she throws the ball to you, which you catch with an annoyed look. "sure," the tone of your voice would be enough to turn anyone away normally, but caitlin was one to never quit.

you guys had been trying to block the other on and off for about an hour, caitlin having more success than not. "seriously caitlin, I don't get how you just walk in here and play so easy." you guys were over by the benches, getting some water and checking your phones.

she looks up at you, shrugging. "no I mean seriously, if I told you to stand anywhere on the court you could make it. you practice infinite hours and yet your grades almost never falter." you hadn't really realized that you were going on a rant, but you were nothing but amazed by her talent. well maybe a little jealous too.

"wow l/n, I didn't know you were that big of a fan, do you want me to sign a shirt or something?" you would usually be annoyed by a snarky statement like this, but something about the exhaustion of practicing and the smile on her face made you smile a little too.

-

you woke up the next morning feeling less nervous about the game. practicing with caitlin was helpful, even if you swear for the rest of your life that it wasn't. She had told you about herself, in between breaks you guys would talk about what it was like playing basketball growing up.

she was easy to talk to.

you had been warming up for a little, talking to kate and trying to relax, like caitlin said. by half, both teams were tied at 45, and you were trying not to stress. you knew that you had a good team, and you knew that even if we were to fail it wouldn't be the end of the world.

you had a short water break at half, and caitlin came up to you, leaning down and whispering in your ear. "hey just relax, we got this, just get out of your head." you nodded, looking up and her. kate had given you guys an odd look, along with the rest of the team.

once the third quarter started, you were trying to guard angel resse. she was a difficult player to block, but you had managed to stop a few points and by the end of the third quarter Iowa was up by 11.

you could tell caitlin wasn't happy that we were so close to the end of the game and we barely had a lead. "c, just play like you did last night, don't think just play. you're not the best at thinking anyway." she rolled her eyes at your comment but smiled nonetheless.

"That's not what you said last night," she said as the whistle for the fourth quarter blew. your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, one that you hoped you could play off as a tough game. you hadn't been put in for the fourth quarter coach opting to put someone else in and give you a break.

"since when have you and caitlin been friends?" you turn to see jada, confusion written on her face. "um, we've always been friends, just, not like good friends." you say, taking a sip of your water. "not "good friends?" you guys fight like there's no tomorrow. something happened and I and kate will find out." you shake your head, a smile on your face as you picture her and kate in old-timey investigater outfits.

"you have fun with that."

the game ends quickly after that, Iowa winning by 7 points. you smiled as you saw the team celebrate on the court, still holding good sportsmanship to LSU (for the most part..), you walked by the other team, high-fiving and telling resse that she's a tough player to block. you guys chat for a little before you say goodbye and walk into the locker room.

"what were you talking to resse about?" you hear caitlin before you see her, but when you do see her she's in the middle of changing out of her jersey into some random shirt. "nothing really, I was just telling her that she played well." you shrugged, walking over to your bag to get changed as well, trying not to stare at anyone.

"yeah, she played well I guess, we still won though." caitlin grabbed her bag in a huff, seeming to be a tad annoyed. "if I didn't know any better I would say you're mad I talked to her," you mumbled, but caitlin still heard.

"I'm not mad I just don't get why you don't treat our team like that, I mean you didn't congratulate any of us and we were the ones who won." caitlin's voice was raised now, you weren't sure where this was coming from but it ticked you off nonetheless.

"fine, you need some praise? good fucking job caitlin, our very own lord and savior." you rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag, and walking out to the bus to head back to campus. sitting down in the seat next to kate you were silent, not wanting to talk to anyone.

one thing though was that you most definitely hated caitlin clark.

-

you had gotten to Cleveland earlier that day, you had talked to the UConn team, since you used to play for them it was fun to chat with old teammates and meet the new players. you knew that caitlin and paige were friends, they used to play together and were a great duo. That's why you weren't surprised when she came over and started making her presence known, shutting down the conversation you were having with paige.

"yeah and then she had the audacity-" you were cut off by caitlin, smiling as she walked over and hugged paige. "hey bueckers, you better be ready to lose tomorrow." you glared at her not so subtly, sighing. "clark I was kind of in the middle of talking." she looked down at you, rolling her eyes. "yeah because you always have to talk to the opponents?"

paige had turned away at that point, talking to ice because she knew it was bound to be awkward if she continued standing there. "what is your problem? just because I didn't feed your ego one time im a problem? you need to get a grip." her jaw tightened at your words, you hadn't spoken loud, not wanting to draw too much attention to you guys.

"me? I'm not the one with the issues, you just seem to hate me for no reason at all. seriously, ever since you transferred to Iowa I've been trying to be your friend but you've taken everything I've done as an attack on you. me getting you dinner was not meant to send you into an allergic reaction and get you out of a game!" she hadn't taken into consideration that other people were around and she was talking at a voice level far too loud for the small area you were in.

you had dragged her to a corner, deciding it would be the easiest way to defuse the situation. "okay I'm sorry, you're just good at everything, and it's kind of hard to be friends with someone like that. it makes me feel like I have to prove I'm better which usually doesn't go over well. also, it wasn't even about the allergic reaction I just don't know why you got me dinner. I was fine by myself." caitlin rolls her eyes at your words but nods regardless.

-

you guys had won the game against UConn the next day, and you and caitlin finally working well together and not arguing throughout the game. there was a sort of understanding between the two of you guys now.

week two

you guys had ulitamtily lost the game against NC state, it was close and you guys had played hard. caitlin was anything but happy by the end of it, and not even kate or gabbie could fix it.

"clark, like you said, its not the end of the world. there will always be another game." you had said it to not only help her, but yourself. you weren't exactly pleased with the outcome of the game, none of team had been.

for caitlin it was different, she was going to the draft next week and losimg her lat college game wasn't something she could live with. but she would have to.

even though you hadn't really meant to, you had cheered caitlin up. even if it was only a little bit, her mood had improved and she was able to talk to the team with out an undertone of anger. the ride home wasn't the best trip of your life but you guys had managed to make the best of it for everyone sake.

seeing caitlin sit quietly on the bus made you start thinking about what it wold be like on the team with out her next year. with out her it would be so different, not to mention you were losing a bunch of other great players. but with out caitlin who would you compete with? she wasn't just a teammate, she was a friend, whether you guys were fighting or not you would miss her. plus she was nice to look at.

half way through the trip back to campus you guys had stopped to stretch your legs. when you got back on, you sat next to caitlin before she could put her feet up and block the seat.

"hey c," you smiled at her, and though she didn't show it you could tell that she was okay with you being there. you had looked over at what she was doing on her phone and you saw she was looking at her possible outfits for the draft.

"i like that one." you had pointed to your favorite of the options, a sparkly cropped top with a white button down and a skirt. it would look good on her.

she nodded, and quickly sent a text to her stylist that that was the one she wanted to wear. you had just picked out caitlin clarks wnba draft night outfit.

"i don't know what im going to do next year. i mean, the wnba is going to be great but seriously this team is to good to not miss." caitlin was picking at her fingernails, a bad habit of hers. "even though im on it?" you laughed a little, you knew she hadn't always liked you.

"no i think especially because you're on it. you've really been my number one compeition and with you gone i don't know who's going to keep my ego in check." she smiles at you, and you shake your head. "trust me clark, someone is going to get fed up and humble you."

something about the way she smiled the rest of the way home made you feel good. you really were going to miss her.

week three

it was draft night, and you had been invited along with some other team members to attend for caitlin. she and everyone looked so good, and the outfit you had chosen definitely distracted some people. (you included)

the draft was about to start and caitlin had been standing with you, kate, gabbie, and jada for a while before she finally had to leave. your leg was bouncing with anticipation when the commissioner came on stage with the first pick, but instantly cheers erupted from your group and many others in the room.

you were surprised when caitlin didn't instantly get up and head to the commissioner, instead, she hugged her family, stepped down off the stage to hug you first, and then, kate, jada, and gabbie, and then finally went to the commissioner. that's going to be in an edit.

the night went smoothly after that, you were getting texts from her often, and one of the commentators had pointed out that you both both on your phones. when the cameras panned over to her and you, the crowd cheered and you both waved. you felt your phone buzz a few seconds later with a text from caitlin, "they're watching us 😉" the cameras were still on you, so you flipped your phone showing the camera her message.

-

later that night, at the after party you were talking with Nika when caitlin had excused you both and you walked over to some corner. "hey, you know I was tal-" you were cut off by caitlin's lips on yours. it took you a moment but you kissed back.

what the fuck was happening. 

she pulled away after a second and you looked at her stunned, confusion evident on your face. "um, so like why did you do that?"

her face guys pink, and she looks confused as well. "I, um, i don't know why i did that. i just really wanted to kiss you." you nodded at her admittion, yet still confused.

"i think i've liked you since you transferred. i mean, i just like, i think that's why I've always competed with you, i just wanted to show off. It's why i got mad the other day, sorry about that by the way-" she was the one to get cut off this time as you kissed her again.

pulling away after a few seconds you smiled up at her, taking in your high difference for what seemed like the first time. "you're not all too bad either clark." you gave her one more peck and your smile widened even more if possible. "congrats on getting drafted by the way. I'll have to get you to sign a jersey for me."

CHAT I HATE THIS SO MUCH SOME ONE END ME. no like all jokes aside this is actual dookie. but i finally finished this little side blurb thing so yay!! making brownies rn i will update you on them! thats all chat, once again sos. - kate

#wcbb #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #paige #kate martin #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #i love her sm

[xetswan]

Youngest Shadow- First Day

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“You two good to go on your own?” Charlie questions us as we’re almost out of the door. “I’m not showing up in a cop car on my first day.” I straight up say causing the two to snicker.

“Yeah I agree with [Name] here.” She shrugs and we go outside. I tug my helmet on, purposefully forgetting my jacket in the house. Lugging myself over my bike I tiredly turn it on.

I wait for Bella to get her truck started and I drive behind her.

Getting to the school with her loud truck and my motorcycles rev going, heads turn our way. I park right by her and I take my helmet off, throwing it into her truck bed. I go up beside her once she was out of the vehicle. All eyes were on us and I knew Bella was mortified.

She still has her earbuds in, listening to music even though that wouldn’t help her anxiety that she’s experiencing right now.

A few people said hi to us, the majority talking about us. It was annoying to put it simply.

I saw this kid with glasses come up to us, he tried speaking to me as well but I walked away leaving him to flirt with only Bella.

Of course I have to deal with something more agitating.

“You’re one of the new sisters, right?” A girl with some ponytail questions me. I raise an eyebrow at her. “What? I’ve literally been going to schools here since we were little. Wow.” I act offended, watching her eyes widen and I start laughing.

“My names [Name]. I’m the younger sister.” I tell her, her shoulders fall and she forces out a laugh too. “I’m Jessica,” reaching a hand out. I guess I can try to be more friendly.

I take her hand, “nice to meet you.” I smile, “do you guys have a good Volleyball team? Softball team?” I take my hand back once I ask the question.

“Volleyball team, yes. Softball, I guess. I don’t really pay attention. I’m the captain of the volleyball team.” She proudly states and I smirk.

“When’s tryouts? Next year.” I ask,

“Oh due to something that happened earlier in the year we’re doing it now. Last day to tryout is today.” She explains.

“I guess I’ll see you there?”

“Well there’s so many forms you have to fill out, it’s unfortunate but you always have next year.” She seems to be intimidated and I didn’t even tell her about the fact I was the captain in Arizona. And that I have scholarships already for colleges who want me to play for them.

“I already have the forms, doctor wise. And I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind signing anything.” I wink, walking ahead of her to find a seat in our classroom.

I wish I could’ve seen her face after that.

Oh well.

Day 14 after my first day, I was on the Volleyball team. Co-Captain. Something Jessica was secretly but not secretly upset about.

Practically yelling it into the universe without realizing it.

Luckily out of everything I have a class with my sister, unfortunate to her it was P.E. And believe it or not we’re playing Volleyball and Basketball. Bella was treating the Volleyball as if it was poison or something that could kill her.

“Block it Chloe! Good attack!” There’s Jessica, of course I have two classes with her. She’s treating this game as if it was a real one. In reality no body could give a rats ass about any of this. It’s just so they don’t get a bad grade.

I wasn’t putting in my all, kind of standing next to my sister, hitting it for her whenever it came our way. This time I wasn’t so lucky and the ball came flying toward her. I tried to get it beforehand but I ended up bumping into her causing the ball to go right for one of the basketball players head.

I cover my mouth trying my best not to laugh, failing. My sister gasps, both of us run over to him.

“Ow,” he rubs the back of his head.

“Are you alright? I warned them not to let me play.” She tells him in an embarrassed tone.

“It’s only a flesh wound.” He grins, pretty sure he doesn’t realize I’m there too. She physically looks relieved she didn’t do much damage.

The bell rings announcing class is over.

“You’re Isabella right?” He asks before she gets the chance to walk away. “Just Bella.” She corrects him.

“And you’re her sister, um..”

“[Name].” I tell him in a dry tone. Clearly not as welcoming as my beautiful sister beside me.

“I’m Mike Newton.” He goes back to staring at my sister like she’s a statue in a museum.

Right as I go to leave, because clearly I’m not in this conversation, Jessica puts her arm over my shoulder. Dragging me to be in between Mike and my sister once again.

“She’s got a great spike, doesn’t she? Almost better than her co-captain of a sister.” She jokes and we all kinda force out a chuckle. I get second hand embarrassment from her try to jabs at me for becoming the co-captain and not taking her spot.

“So, you guys are from Arizona right? Aren’t people supposed to be tan down there?” She takes her hit at Bella. I went to step closer to her, going to say something back but Bella spoke before I could get a word out.

“That’s why they kicked me out. And she just couldn’t let me leave without her.”

Mike laughs, and Jessica looks at him from the corner of her eye, forcing herself to do the same.

I feel my sister tense up from the attention so I finally get us out of the situation. By just straight up walking away and dragging her with me. That didn’t do too much because they ended up following us after we left the changing room. All the way to the cafeteria.

Normally we would go to Bella’s truck to eat, but due to being followed Bella thought we could join them. Make some friends I’m guessing.

Eric from earlier this morning sat between Bella and Mike. “Mike you met my home girl and her badass sister?”

That’s the nickname I get? I was trying to get away from him away not seem cool to him.

“Your home girl?”

“It’s first grade all over again and you two are the shiny new toys.” Jessica tells us, Bella smiles awkwardly and I press my lips tightly together.

Suddenly a flash goes off, blinding my sister and I. We look up at the photographer. “Sorry, needed a candid for the feature.” The girl sweetly smiles.

She wore glasses, brunette hair pulled into a low ponytail.

“Features dead, Angela. Don’t bring it up again.”

I make a face at Eric who just said that. No reason to be mean to the girl.

“I got your back, baby. You too sweetheart.” He winks in my direction making me gag internally.

“Guess we’ll just run another editorial on teen drinking.” She says clearly disappointed.

“Sorry. There’s always eating disorders or Speedo padding on the swim team.” My sister says and I choke on my saliva after trying to stop myself from laughing. “Wait that’s a good one.” Angela says obviously not getting that it was kind of a joke.

Then the doors open to the cafeteria. Everyone’s attention going to these gorgeous people who look older than I guess they are.

Two girls and two guys walk through together. “Who are they?” Bella leans to the two girls at our table.

I watched the couple behind the first one that walked through the doors. A tinier girl with short hair, her boyfriend with honey-blond hair who’s taller. My eyes met with the girl but I didn’t look away. She smiles a tiny bit.

They sat down at the table that’s furthest from everyone else’s.

“The Cullen’s.” Angela says, Jessica leans in towards us even more.

“Doctor and Mrs. Cullens foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago.” Jessica gossips.

“They kinda keep to themselves.” Angela adds in.

“Because they’re all together. Like together together. The blonde girl, Rosalie. The big dark haired guy, Emmett.” Bella was paying attention like her life depended on it. Rosalie looked exactly like a model. Her man looking like a pro wrestler, less serious than his girl.

“They’re a thing, I’m not even sure that’s legal.” Jessica judges them but of course she still finds them attractive.

“Jess, they’re not related.” Angela stands up for them even though I’m sure they could careless what Jessica thinks of them.

“But they live together.” She rebutted before continuing on.

“The little dark-haired girl is Alice. She’s really weird.” Alice was a part of the couple I was staring at. She seemed light on her feet too.

“She’s with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he’s in pain. I mean, Dr.Cullens like the foster dad slash match maker.” Jessica slightly jokes towards the end. I will admit the situation is a little weird but we don’t know their story. She shouldn’t be so quick to judge.

“Maybe he’ll adopt me.” Angela sighs, Bella and I laugh. I like her. Then the door swings open again, the last Cullen with no foster match beside him.

I guess he looks like a model too.

“Who’s he?” Bella seemed intrigued, not taking her eyes off of him. “Edward Cullen.” Suddenly he looks over as if he heard his name from so far away. His eyes met with my sisters.

He seems confused and Bella looks away but I stare him down trying to get a read off of him. “He’s totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care.”

She obviously cared.

I watched the boy hide a smirk and I raised an eyebrow. We made eye contact and I don’t waver down.

“Anyway don’t waste your time.” She tells Bella.

His face was like a rock. Barely any emotion showed.

Weird.

I finally looked away. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Bella says but she takes a peek at Edward who was now out right staring. His expression seemed frustrated. I watched her become unnerved, now hiding behind her hair.

I roll my eyes at the whole situation, the lunch bell finally rang and I separated from the group. Angela was kind of behind me. Like she wanted to say something but was too scared. I took a deep breath. At least this wasn’t Jessica.

“Hey.” I smiled, slowing myself down to look at her. She jumps a tiny bit. “Oh, hey.” She smiles in return. “What’s your next class?” I asked, she seemed shocked that I was talking to her. Again Bella’s more welcoming than I am. So this is understandable.

Bella has that resting sad face, the one that makes people gravitate towards her, make sure she’s okay. As for I have a resting angry face. My eyebrows downturned, also it seems like these people have problems with piercings for some reason.

“Uhm, Algebra 2. You?”

“Oh same, twins.” I add little jazz hands making her warm up to me a little more.

“Aren’t you a sophomore though?” She quizzes, trying to remember if she was correct.

“I’m a Junior. I skipped a grade or so. When I was younger I needed to be with Bella for everything.” I laughed at the memory of little me, taking tests to be in classes with my older sister.

She chuckles too, “that’s cute.” She says, both of us entering our classroom. “There’s an empty seat next to me, c’mon.” She lead the way.

The class was basically just taking notes.

At the end of the day, I go straight to my bike, grabbing my helmet from Bella’s truck bed. I didn’t notice two specific states as I put my helmet on, getting on the bike.

I then watch Bella get to her truck, visibly upset about something as she slams the door shut after getting in.

I wonder what that’s about.

I already told Charlie I was going to the Reservation to see Jacob and the other guys. Charlie and Bella are gonna go out to eat together at his favorite coffee shop. Once getting there, Jacob comes out with Quil.

“[Name]!” They both shout, sprinting my way we aim kicking down the kick stand then taking off my helmet.

“Nice hair.” Quil teases and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I left my brush at home today.” I frown giving them both hugs. “Where’s Bella?” Jacob looks around and I place a hand on my heart. “You too?”

“Am I not good enough anymore?” I pretend to be sad, I nudge Quil, Jacob furrows his brows confused by what I mean.

“Everyone at school is enchanted by Bella.” I inform him, we start walking. “I’m not hurt by it. But it’s super noticeable being next to her.” I laugh mainly to myself because I’m sure they wouldn’t find it funny.

“Well we notice you.” Quil pushes me. Jacob doing the same thing.

“I’m glad I have you Quil because Jacob totally still has a puppy crush on my sister.” I make fake kisses towards him, Quil roars into laughter, Jacobs face warming up in response.

Everyone knew about it, seemingly except my sister. It was no secret.

“That’s when I was like 9. Can’t we move past that?” He whines, but he was partially serious. I sat there quietly for a moment. “No.” I giggle with the other boy next to me as Jake was offended.

“So when’s your next game? Can we go, see you in action?” Quil questions me, he was excited to ask though he definitely just wanted to see the hot girls on the team. I smile, shrugging.

“We have one in two days. You guys are welcome to come. I know Charlie wants to bring Billy.” I nudge Jacob. “Well I’d be happy to come with them.” He says.

“I’ll write my schedule down for you guys. Billy can talk to my dad to see what’s best.” I try to hide my excitement from them. My mom usually forgot about my games from how much she runs around. Either being 30 minutes late or not coming at all. She always felt guilty once she realized. Apologizing over and over, ending in her getting my ice cream or some weird craft she made.

Dad always called me before and after my games. Even watching the tournaments on YouTube that our school put on.

I’m a middle blocker, normally doing the spikes, or obviously blocks. My serves were also known for being powerful.

“We’ll be there for every single one.” Quil tells me and I grin.

“I’ll count on it then:” I smirk.

“Want to put your talent to the beach? Everyone’s down there.” Jacob asks.

“Hell yeah, I’ll even race you fuckers to the car.” I laugh, all three of us racing to the vehicle that Jacob ends up driving.

Chapter two😚

Edited🤟

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[patrophthia]

libraries and abs | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships, crack, humor, not proofread

wc: 1.7k

originally posted on wattpad

if you were to tell sirius black that one day he would be sat in a corner of the library, tutoring his girlfriend he would laugh his head off and tell you how much of a comedian you were —and yet, here he sat, in front of his (in her own self described words) dumbass of a girlfriend as he taught her all the lessons hogwarts offered.

she had barely passed her assignments, and if sirius hadn't dragged her to where they were now, sternly sat her down and began explaining all the secrets behind every magical thing she might just fail her NEWTs. but sirius was determined, no (permanent) girlfriend of his will fail her NEWTs. he will make sure that she passes the exams with flying colors if it was the last thing he did.

"this is useless! it's all going through one ear and out the other. i'm going to fail, sirius."

they were barely thirty minutes into their studies when she started whining, wanting to give up. there was just so much to be read, so many words, so many letters and they weren't as interesting as any fiction books she could've been reading as of now.

"just let me wallow in self-pity while i'm ahead."

sirius was persistent, ignoring any complains that she had made. he understood why she thought they were so many letters because good godric, there was just so many fucking words. but he was one of the brightest students for a reason, he knew the lessons through and through —despite him barely paying attention in the classes— he knew what the lesson entails and how to explain it in a way that she would understand.

"c'mon darling, just ten more minutes and we can head off to the kitchens for a little break," sirius lied through his tongue, ten minutes will turn into twenty and twenty will turn into however long it takes to guarantee her passing grades.

"love," he sighed exasperatedly, almost pleading with his words, "i talked to someone and they said this showed up on their NEWTs which means there's a chance that it will show up in ours."

this was such a far fetch thing for him to do, it was more of a remus lupin thing —or james potter even, maybe regulus black if you will, but it was certainly not a sirius black thing. the things he did for her.

"i think i know enough to get me to pass, sirius." studying had never been something she was fond of, it was either too many letters or too many numbers —or too many letters in a lessons about numbers.

it was just all so frustrating and all she wanted to do was curl up in her dorm and read about some loving relationship where the boyfriend doesn't force their girlfriend to study as if he had been the type to study at all.

"how about we go back to the dorms then?" sirius suggested, it was like he could read her mind really. she perked up at the idea, liking the thought of cuddling with sirius and joking with his best mates but before she could get even more excited, sirius quickly shot down the idea. "we can have a fifteen minutes break before we go back to studying but this time i will be asking you questions."

"if you get the answers right you get a reward."

she thought about it for a second, she could do with not getting any rewards if it meant she was able to be laying in bed. "what's the reward?"

sirius pursed his lips, a tale tell sign that he was racking his brain for an idea. finally, he answered in a questioning tone. "how does me stripping sound."

•••

"wow," sirius said with genuine surprise, leaning down to touch his ankles. "you actually got it right, i knew you could do it pretty girl."

he slipped his left sock off and tossed it towards the laundry pile before raising himself back up to look at her. there was a pout on her lips and sirius couldn't help but chuckle at it, knowing the exact reason behind it.

he had been firing questions at her for the last twenty minutes and once she finally answered a question correctly, he only took off his sock? seriously?

the only motivation she had to even be trying to answer his questions was that, he, as in the notoriously, effortlessly graceful and handsome sirius black —who also happened to be her boyfriend— would take off his shirt (or pants) so she could ogle at him, but all he took off was a sock. honestly.

"i'll give you a sickle if you make the next one easy," she said, while she rummaged through her bag, trying to find where she'd place her loose change, "then another one if you take off your shirt when i get it right."

"and have you see my beautiful abs at the low low price of a sickle?" he asked incredulously, "honestly woman, what do you take me as, your boyfriend or a hot bod walking around for your entertainment?"

"you're not a hot bod walking around solely for my entertainment?"

sirius' jaw dropped, a look of offense on his face and frowned; the kind that had her biting her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. his bottom lip was slightly jutted out flatteringly, his eyes pathetically wide that reminded her nothing short of a puppy.

"do you not love me?" and then he added with full flares of dramatics. "am i just good looks to you?"

"yes," she answered quickly, jumping on the opportunity at distracting him with banter rather than studying, "it's always been about your looks."

"and frankly, i find it quite rude that you use your sex appeal against me."

"how am i exactly using my sex appeal against you, my love?" he asked, amusing her. sirius got up from his seat at his desk and moved towards where she laid on his bed. "please do go into details."

she hesitated, feeling her breath quicken as he leaned over her. noticing the slight shift in her posture, face growing rigid underneath his gaze, sirius smiled tauntingly. merlin, he loved the effect he still had on her despite the long amount of time they'd been together. "are you nervous, doll?"

doll? that was certainly a new one. with a sly nod of her head, sirius' grin widened. "why's is that?"

why is she nervous? HAS HE SEEN HIMSELF?

"i have actually," sirius snorted, grey eyes twinkling with a sort of mischief. "i put all my effort to look like this for you. i'm all yours, darling."

"you know, if it weren't for the fact that you're only wearing one sock, all my clothes would be off right now."

at that sirius chuckled, his head thrown backwards, overgrown curls brushing behind his shoulders. once he finally gathered himself, sirius smiled sweetly at her, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling back. "almost forgot why i'm one sock down in the first place."

"now back to where we were." sirius sat up, reaching for the book on his desk. he let out a low laugh at her desperate groans, not wanting to spend a single more minute studying. "i'll be kind to you, princess. this one is easy."

"okay," she murmured reluctantly, maybe easy meant he would take his shirt off (or his pants), "shoot."

"what are the— get your nasty paws off of me, woman!" sirius exclaimed, a look of horror on his face as he smacked her prying hands away from his sweats, "try to keep it in your pants will you?"

"you want me to keep my hands in my pants?" she asked, giggling slightly at the unintentional rhyme.

"no, that's not— you're distracting me again, you minx," he grumbled, "stop it! i need to get your grades up! i can't let our kids be stupid because of you."

"kids?" she repeated questioningly, watching as his face flushed up at the realization of his own words. "what makes you think i want to have babies with you?"

"you quite literally tried to rip my pants off, i'm sorry if i jumped into any conclusions," he quipped, ears still tinged red from embarrassment. it was endearing really, knowing that the famous smooth talker, sirius black, was flustered by her. "can we go back to what we were doing please?"

"and what were we doing, sirius?"

"trying to prevent you from not getting a job."

"what if i don't want a job?"

"nobody wants a job," sirius stated, "but they get one anyways so they wouldn't have to live off of the streets."

"you're from the black family." she pointed out the obvious. "aren't you guys rich? can't i just be your trophy wife or a sugar baby? i can do both."

"wow," sirius blew out, "you want me for my good looks and my money, what else? you're only dating me because you want to get with my father?"

"i mean . . ." she trailed off, watching as sirius grey eyes grow wide, "you are half your father which means you got your good looks from him. if i had been going out with you just to end up with your father —and the keyword is if— then i would get the money and good looks directly from the source."

"you disgust me, [f/name]."

"i do?" at his aggressive nods, she smiled. "then why are you holding my hand?"

"i have my reasons," sirius said sternly before going back to the book on his lap.

—from bee: BOYFRIEND SIRIUS IS MY LOVEEEEE!!

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[toastyeverlark]

“And our top student this year is…Peeta Mellark!”

Peeta Mellark. It’s always Peeta Mellark. Peeta. Freaking. Mellark. Of course it is. When is it not?

It used to be me…Katniss Everdeen, until he transferred here.

Finnick nudges me playfully. “Wow, Katniss. Looks like you’re never going to catch up to him.”

I shoot a dirty look at Finnick. I don’t know why I still have him as a friend if he’s always getting on my nerves. He knows how annoyed I can get when it comes to Peeta, and yet he likes to bring him up just to spite me.

“We’ve never spoken to him before,” Finnick says to me as I’m putting my things away in my locker.

“So?”

“Do you think he’s nice? I’ve heard people say he’s really nice.”

“Yeah, and you thought I was mean because everyone was saying that about me.”

Finnick tries to hide his smile. “Well, they’re not really wrong about that.”

I elbow him and he backs away, laughing. “See? Proves their point.”

I roll my eyes. “He’s probably a jerk, and really snobby and overly confident. They’re always like this whenever they get good grades. Besides, he doesn’t…look bad, so they’ll definitely be crazy over him, which will make it ten times worse. His ego is going to explode. It probably already has.”

“You get good grades and you’re not like that,” Finnick says a little half-heartedly. He’s looking over at something.

I scoff. “Yeah, thanks.”

“He’s coming over,” he frantically nudges me.

“What? Who?”

“Your boyfriend.”

“What? I don’t have a boyfriend - ”

I turn around and come face-to-face with Peeta Mellark.

“Glad to hear that you don’t have one,” he smiles. He’s got one of the most genuine smiles I’ve ever seen. Maybe this is where the ‘Mr Nice’ persona comes from. His smile makes him seem like the purest person in the world. I don’t like it.

“Why are you talking to me?” I frown.

“I’ve been waiting for the chance to talk to you ever since I heard about you.”

“Well, congratulations.”

“You’re Katniss, right? I’m Peeta. Mellark. I’m not sure if you already knew,” he looks at Finnick and smiles again. “Hi, you must be Finnick.”

“Unfortunately I did. Is there anything else?”

He looks slightly disappointed. “Oh, no…I was just wondering - never mind. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” I manage to say before I take Finnick’s hand and walk off.

“Katniss,” he yanks his hand out of my grasp when we’re out of sight. “Why were you being so mean to him? This is the first time someone from the male population has taken an interest in you other than me, and I don’t even think you’re that interesting anymore.”

“Why would he talk to me for no reason? He’s never talked to me until today. He’s got to have some ulterior motive. I don’t need to be nice to him.”

“He’s clearly interested in you.”

“Yeah, interested in how he can get to know me so that he can take advantage of it to continue doing better than me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to study for tomorrow’s test. Try not to fail, because I’m not going to tutor you again.”

“At least I’m not a complete loser when it comes to romance. At this rate, I’m gonna have to marry you.”

This makes me laugh out loud. “What makes you think that?”

“Because if you’re always going to be mean, you’ll need someone who’s okay with your meanness. At the moment, no one’s okay with that but me.”

“You’ll need someone who’s okay with how annoying you are, too. I’m not the only one with a problem, Finnick.”

“I guess we both have problems.”

—

“Hi. Katniss.”

I look up from my laptop. It’s him again.

“What do you want, Peeta?”

He smiles and scratches the back of his head.

“Are you studying?”

“I don’t see why you need information on that.”

“Oh. Well, I was wondering if you mind…the other seats in the library are all taken.”

Why does he have to ask me? He could’ve asked anyone, especially since he’s so popular. They would be tripping over themselves to give up their seats for him.

Fine. I’m not going to fight with him for a seat.

“Alright then. I’ll get going.”

“No, no, Katniss, wait. I don’t mean it like that. You don’t have to go. I…wanted to ask if I could share the table with you.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been here for over four hours anyway,” I start gathering my things and shoving them in my backpack.

He stands there without another word, and only mutters a ‘bye’ when I leave.

“I saw that.”

I stagger backwards to avoid bumping into Finnick.

“You scared me. Can you stop popping out of the ground like that?”

“You need to take a hint, Katniss,” he says in exasperation while crossing his arms. “Peeta wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t care.”

“You need to stop being so bitter just because he does better than you, you know. He has never offended you and definitely doesn’t deserve you being so mean to him.”

I have to admit, hearing Finnick say that makes me feel a sense of guilt for all the times I grumbled about Peeta getting better grades and stealing the title of valedictorian from me. Maybe all this while, I have been the problem.

—

“Hi Katniss.”

I’m starting to recognise his voice now.

“Hi, Peeta.” This time, I choose to give him a smile. Just out of politeness. His already bright eyes seem to brighten even more when I do that.

“The other seats are taken…again. I was wondering if I could join you?”

“No, it’s alright. I’ll go. You can have the table to yourself.”

“No, I really would like for you to - okay. I’ve got an extra cup of coffee though. You can have it.”

He places a brown paper cup on the table.

“I only take caramel macchiatos, sorry.”

“It is a caramel macchiato,” Peeta smiles. That smile again. For some reason, it makes me feel a little weird inside. If there was a contest, he would’ve won hands-down for having the nicest looking smile.

“Oh. It’s okay. I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about that,” he pushes the cup nearer to me. “I got the wrong order. I wouldn’t have drank it anyway.”

I look at him doubtfully, and he edges it closer towards me.

“Please?” he looks me in the eye when he says this, and I have to look away.

“Okay. Thank you. I’ll…get going.”

Maybe Peeta Mellark really isn’t that bad.

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[whiskeynwriting]

Lust

Modern!Oberyn Martell x Female Reader

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Word Count: 15k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of hair, mentions of mental health, flirty Oberyn (always), age gap, praise kink, body worship, oral sex (f receiving), protected vaginal sex, slight cum play

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A/N: Holy motherfucking shit, this idea was absolutely amazing and all thanks to @fishingforpike. I’ve rarely seen Oberyn like this and I’ve never written him in a modern setting before but wow, WOW. 

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Just seconds after the paper flops onto your desk, you open your eyes, immediately releasing a disappointed breath. After not doing so well on it the first time, your professor was ‘gracious’ enough to let you retake it. You’d studied for more than ten hours for this exam, how could you fail it again?

“Really?” You whisper incredulously. “Twenty-one percent?!”

Professor McIntosh doesn’t even look at you, he just walks away. You had to beg him to allow you another chance, and now, you’re feeling dumb all over again.

“Professor?” You call timidly, looking up just as he’s sitting down on his desk. “Um, I… I’m not sure how I did so bad… again.”  

“Well my dear,” He sighs, glasses tilted down towards the other papers. “Neither am I.” 

Heavily, you sigh. Professor McIntosh seems nice, his reviews were good, and his degrees were impressive. But outside of all those details, he was just that, a professor. He only cared as much as he was paid. And he wasn’t paid much. 

“I have office hours later today.” He then informs you, deciding to extend to you some extra help. “It’s in the Browning Building. My office is 403, and my hours are between three and five.” 

Glancing back down at your paper, an entirely too big F stamped across it. You nod. “Okay.” 

Being that you’re on a different campus this year, locating new buildings isn’t exactly an easy thing. It’s about a month into the fall semester, and by now you’re comfortable finding all the buildings that your classes are in. But finding more? That’s not something you expected you’d have to do. Not for another semester, at least. 

On your way over to this building, you’d pulled up a map on your phone so you know where to go. It’s about a fifteen minute walk from where you were, all the way on the other side of campus. Great. You hate long walks, you’ve never been a walk-type person. It’s chilly outside, too, and you’re only wearing a pair of yogas and a fleece quarter-zip. But you don’t necessarily mind. The windchill isn’t too high today, and you’re wearing boots so you can successfully avoid any freezing puddles, too. 

“Browning, Browning…” Muttering, you continue to scan the buildings, looking at each one of their signs. You’re starting to shiver at this point, so you really need to get inside. “Brown!”

Finally finding the building, you scurry inside, exhaling a swift breath once you're through the front doors. Rubbing your hands together, you think back to what your professor said. 403…three and five. It’s three forty-five right now, so this is prime time for a visit. And once you find the stairs, you make your way up. 

Hopefully he’ll be able to tell you which categories to study for his next exam, give you a few pointers on different studying techniques. You were never a bad student, so to get this low of a grade is pretty shocking to you. Inside your bag, you’d brought all of your chemistry supplies, too, your textbook, notebook and pencils. Surely you can get something positive out of this.

“Professor McIntosh?” You ask aloud, your knuckles rapping against the open wooden door. But when you round the corner, that’s not who you see.

Instead of seeing a gray-haired man in his seventies, one who usually wears a black business suit that’s way too tight for him, you see someone… well, completely the opposite. This man has black hair, along with dark facial hair accenting the edges of his jawline and chin, as well as above his lip. He’s wearing a light brown, cashmere polo with a thin, gold chain just barely peeking out between the flaps of his collar. He looks to be in his early forties, and is wearing a pair of what you assume to be reading glasses.

“Can I help you?” The man behind the desk raises a curious eyebrow at you. 

“Oh, I um… is…” You poke your head in, looking around. This makes him chuckle. “Is Professor McIntosh here?”

“No,” The man returns, removing his reading glasses. “I’m Professor Martell.” 

He does so to get a better look at you. And when he does, he grins, but you don’t even notice it. He can tell you’ve been walking for some time, the cold making your cheeks slightly rosy and the tip of your nose shine. There are strands of hair framing your face, and they don’t exactly look like you styled them to be there. They’re strewn around your once neatly done braid, the majority of it resting on your upper back. You look a bit flustered, which he honestly finds cute. You must be new. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You sigh, aggravated yet again. “I must have gotten the buildings wrong again.”

“What one were you looking for?”

“Browning - isn’t this it?”

“No,” He responds again, his smile displaying a small dimple. “This is Brown.”

“Wha - I… ugh,” Now, you groan, whining out, “Why would they have two buildings with nearly the exact same name?” 

Professor Martell chuckles at your mewling complaint, turning to look over at his computer. He makes a few clicks while you stand there, staring at your phone while trying to figure out where you went wrong.

“Here,” He speaks up, not looking away from his desktop. “I can print you out a map of the campus. It might be better to look at the whole thing instead of your phone.”

At this, you feel a little embarrassed, sliding your phone into your side pocket. You’re also surprised he took it upon himself to print a map out for you.

“Oh… thank you.” 

“My pleasure.” He responds kindly, standing to hand the piece of paper to you. “May I know your name?”

“Oh,” You feel a little dumb… once again. You should’ve introduced yourself to him, and now that he’s asked, you do.

His eyes glance over your frame quickly when you give him your name, a pleasant smile once again crossing his face. Sticking his hand out, you take it, shaking it gently. And wow, he’s warm.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you.” 

Seeing him up close feels… surreal? Now that he’s standing, you can see his entire outfit. Below his cashmere sweater he’s wearing a pair of black slacks with a belt to match, and Oxford shoes, the same shade as his pants. He’s tall and surprisingly toned. And now that he has your hand, you can see that he’s also wearing a gold watch on his left wrist. 

He notices that your eyes are traveling, and when they return to his, you’re met with a smirk. Why do you feel nervous?

“It’s, it’s nice to meet you too, Professor Martell.” 

After a moment of eye contact, his brown eyes a mesmerizing hue, he releases your hand. 

“I’ve circled the Browning Building on the map for you. So you don’t get lost, next time.” 

You look down when he hands it to you. That building looks like another ten minutes away from this one. This time, your irritated sigh is internal. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, I’m happy to help.” Turning around, he makes his way back over to his desk. 

From this angle, you practically ogle his back. You can see his muscles move beneath his shirt, his gold chain glimmering in the light of the now-setting sun. Inside, your heart picks up its previously steady beat. 

“And please,” He continues, turning around while remaining on his feet. “Feel free to come by if you need help with anything else.” 

The way he says it makes you grin, and he mirrors it. Nodding, you glance back down at the paper. Turning around, you give him one glance over your shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

You’ll consider it.

Instead of walking another ten minutes across campus without the guarantee of finding the right building, you decide to call it a day and go home. Luckily, your apartment is only a two-minute walk from the Browning Building. And besides, maybe you can just try to study off of your own notes tonight. 

As soon as you walk in the door, you’re thankful to meet a small wave of heat. You live alone, so you get to keep the thermostat at whatever temperature you want. One of the many benefits of riding solo, in your opinion. 

Before you can even set your bookbag down, you get a text from your best friend. 

And you do, taking in the warm water and hoping it will soothe your gradually building headache. Chemistry was a bitch and so was getting used to a new campus. You also have to make a mental note to bring a jacket from now on. You love fall, but fuck the cold. 

“Hey,” After drying off and putting on some sweats, you set up shop at your coffee table before calling your best friend.

“Hey! So, what happened today?” She asks, taking a bite of the pasta she apparently made. 

Looking down, you organize your pencils and highlighters, flipping through your notebook.

“I got twenty-one percent on that fucking quiz, man.”

“Holy shit! How?!”

“Don’t even ask me, I have literally no idea.” 

“Are you studying now?”

“Yeah.” You respond blandly, yawning for a moment.

“You want me to go?”

“No way,” Comes your immediate response. “You’re the only thing making my day worthwhile.”

“Awe, I love you.”

Her response makes you giggle. “I love you, too.” 

But after flipping through a few pages, another thought comes to mind. “Well, I guess you’re not the only bright side today. I did meet someone.”

“Ooh, who?!”

“Don’t get too excited, it was a new professor.” You laugh, shaking your head at her. 

“Oh, which one?”

“Professor Martell. I didn’t even mean to see him today, honestly. Just went to the wrong building by mistake.”

“Aaaaand you consider him a bright side to your day?”

Your eyes widen slightly, a creep of heat crawling up your neck and to your ears. Did you say that?

“I guess,” Shrugging, you try to be nonchalant. “Do you… do you know anything about him?” Cori has been at this school longer than you. She could’ve had him as a professor before.

“Yeah, actually.” She responds after a moment. “I had him for chemistry last year.”

“Oh really? What’s he like?”

“Why do you want to know?” She teases with a smirk.

You shrug, trying to hide your own. “I dunno, my teacher isn’t really that helpful. Maybe he could be.”

“Mhm,” Cori responds, sounding unconvinced. But she tells you anyway. “Honestly, all my friends in that class thought he was hot as hell. I did too, he looks so good for his age.”

“How old is he?”

“Not sure, maybe mid-forties?” 

Damn, you think. He does look good for his age. 

“Everyone can tell he thinks he’s hot shit.” 

No wonder, comes your next thought, he looks like he is. 

“He was a pretty good teacher, though. But some of his students couldn’t get around the fact that he was a hottie with a body.”

“You’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes, laughing. She laughs, too.

“I heard one of them even tried getting with him!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“How’d that go?” You joke, although you’re interested to hear her response.

“They got turned down. He’s never flirted with any of the students on campus.” 

Now this makes you think. It could just be wishful thinking, but it seemed like he could have been flirting with you. Maybe he was just being overly friendly? His smile didn’t seem too platonic. 

This conversation makes you think back to the map he’d given you, now moving to pick it up from where you placed it on the table. You look it over, nothing out of place or different. But upon turning it over, you find his office phone number and school email written on it. Your eyebrows rise ever so slightly, pondering this new information. Does that mean something? 

“What’s that?”

“A map of campus. He gave it to me, since I got lost.”

“Oh, that was nice of him.”

“Yeah…”

Cori narrows her eyes. “What?”

“He… put his phone number on it. Well, not like his phone number, but the one to his office, I think. And his school email.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is that weird?”

“Well I mean, you’re not one of his students. So, I dunno.” 

After a moment of silence, she grins. “Maybe he wants to see you again.”

“Or maybe he just wants to help out a new student on campus.”

“I’d let him help me out.”

“Shut up.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you turn him down, let him know I’m available.” 

“Cori,”

“With open arms, and open legs.”

“CORI!”

You absolutely bust out laughing at her comment. You’ve known Cori for more than a year now, and you swear she’s your soul sister. Every time you talk, it puts a smile on your face. You’re beyond thankful to have her in your life. And more often than not, she makes a few good points. Maybe he does want to see you again.

“Oh my god, I don’t get this.” 

Shoving your face into your hands, you release an exasperated huff. This is the hardest class you’ve taken so far, and absolutely nothing makes sense. And to make matters worse, your teacher has stopped giving you second chances. This is the only class you’re failing, and it couldn't be more frustrating to you. 

“You could go back to him, you know…” Cori reminds you, watching you struggle with your homework over FaceTime.

“I don’t even know if he’d be able to help me.”

“Attractiveness aside, he was a really good teacher.” 

“I don’t want to bother him.” You mumble, tears of frustration daring to roll down your cheeks. Plus, the last thing you need is to feel dumb in front of him again. 

“Babe,” She says, sighing while she gives you a sympathetic expression. “He told you to come back if you needed help with anything, right?”

“Yeah.” You nod, sniffling while sliding your sleeves across your eyes. 

“Then go to him. Your stupid teacher obviously won’t help.”

Maybe she has a point. His office is less than five minutes away, too. If you clean yourself up and pack your things into your bookbag, you can make it there by five. Hopefully he’ll still be there. 

“Okay, I’ll call you back later.”

“I can’t hun, I have work.” 

“Oh,” You frown, your sadness only growing. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry,” She offers you a pout. “But I’ll text you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” With that, you hang up, looking forward to your friend’s text. Without many other companions and with your family living out of state, you relied on her heavily for comfort and company. One of the few downfalls of living alone was your lack of company. You’re an introvert, but you still liked to socialize occasionally. In truth, you often get lonely. But hopefully, you’ll be able to spend time with that professor tonight. Maybe you can make a friend out of him. 

You put way too much thought into your outfit, but you eventually settle for a comfortable sweater and some jeans. Tying your hair up, you slide on a pair of ankle-high boots, and pack your things. Before leaving you sling your backpack onto your shoulders, taking in a breath before heading out into the elements. Honestly, this might as well be hiking for you. But within a handful of minutes, you’re surrounded by the heat once again. 

“Professor Martell?” Comes your timid call, appearing in front of his door. 

The entryway is clear, the door propped open with a small stopper. And when you say his name, he looks up, those reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. With a smile on his lips he says your name, setting down the paper in his hand and rising. It’s been more than a week since he’s last seen you. 

“It’s nice to see you again.” 

Upon further evaluation, he acknowledges your somber state. Your shoulders are slouching and you look tired, eyes slightly red and puffy as if you’d just been crying. The center of his brows fold up just barely at this. What’s happened to you tonight? 

“It’s nice to see you, too.” Nodding, you step in, walking over to him. “I was um, wondering if you could help me? With studying?” 

“Of course,” He nods, furrowing his brows slightly. Gesturing to the seat beside you, he sits down in his own. “Please.”

You do as he says, taking a seat in the chair and setting your bag down on the ground. He rearranges his desk, making room in the center. He then clasps his hands together, placing them on the edge. 

“Have your grades not been doing well?” He inquires, taking off his glasses and folding them, hooking them on the center of his shirt.

He’s just as handsome as when you first saw him, and just as nicely dressed, too. Slightly, he tilts his head at you, that same concerned furrow creased on his brow. 

“Not really,” You mutter, looking down at your hands. 

“Okay,” Nodding, he thinks about what he can do. “Did you bring your textbooks?” 

“Yeah, I did.” 

“Okay, take it out, and bring your chair over here.” 

You’re surprised by his invitation, but you move without a second thought. Dragging the chair to the tiny space beside him, you reach for your bag, unzipping it to take out your book. 

“Okay, let’s see.” Professor Martell then says, bringing his glasses back up to his nose. “What chapter are you studying? And what professor do you have, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Um, chapter five, I think. And I have professor McIntosh.” 

He doesn’t say anything, he just nods. Reaching over, he folds open your book. You expected him to take it into his own hands, but no, he flips through the pages while it rests on your lap.

“Do you have a highlighter with you?” He inquires, looking up at you from his glasses.

“Yeah, I have a few.” Reaching back down you grab a blue one, bringing it up with you.

“Good,” Professor Martell nods. “I can show you the sections that you should pay the most amount of attention to.” 

“That’d be great! Thank you!” 

“Of course, darling.” He says to you, his voice quiet and smooth. 

The space you’re in is small, but you find yourself liking the closeness. It’s comfortable to you, and it’s comfortable to him, too. You’re nearly shoulder to shoulder and at this proximity, you can smell the cologne he uses. The aroma of fresh sandalwood surrounds you, the tones earthy, smokey and rich. It’s calming to you, and you inhale the scent of him happily, deeply. 

“You’ll want to highlight this section,” Pulling you back to reality, you look down. 

He’s pointing to the book, his finger applying the slightest amount of pressure. It’s just enough for the spine to dig into your lap, just barely brushing the space between your legs. 

“O-Okay,” Stumbling a bit, you swallow, doing as he says. 

“This one as well, love.” 

He’s pointing out the sections you should study, but for some reason, you can’t focus for shit. Every time he reaches out he brushes your arm slightly, that watch glimmering in the light of his warmly toned desk lamp. His office is decorated quite nicely, his desk, the side tables and shelves all made of dark wood. Each surface is either lined with books or decorated with some type of stone statue. There’s a plant off in the far corner near the door. There’s an antique clock on the wall and a picture of the city of Madrid on another. Professor Martell’s office exudes quite a sophisticated atmosphere, one you find both impressive and welcoming. 

The sound of your name drags you back to where you are and what you’re doing. “Is something distracting you?” 

“N-No, I’m sorry.” 

“As a professor, I’m here to help with your studies. But I’m also here to lend an ear, too. It’s important that our students are doing well outside of their classes, too.” 

His words make you feel comforted and safe, cared for, even though he barely knows you. But you did want to make a friend of him. Maybe he wants to be your friend, too.

“I, it’s just,” He lets you process, waiting for you to continue. “I’m new to this school and I’m struggling. I just got used to finding the buildings and I’m already worried about having to find new ones next semester. This class is kicking my ass and while my other ones aren’t too bad, it’s just a lot of work, and it’s overwhelming. And I feel like… I feel like I have no one around me.” 

“Why is that?” He asks, placing his elbow on the armrest of his chair and propping his chin on top of his fist. 

“My family doesn’t live around here, and I haven’t really made any friends. I have one, Cori, but she’s usually busy. I know she loves me and we’re very close, but I miss her. Especially on nights when I get lonely.” 

He offers you a soft yet concerned look, his heart breaking for you. He knows how you feel, though. 

“I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you.”

“Don’t be,” He returns gently. “I’m the one who asked you.” 

You smile shyly, looking down at your hands again. 

“I’m sorry you’re lonely, lovely.” He coos to you, and the nickname makes you flush. “Please know, you’re welcome anytime. 

“That’s nice of you to say.” 

“I mean it,” He lifts his head from his chin, that same hand falling to your forearm. “Being by yourself in a new place can be frightening.” 

It’s true, and it feels nice to have him sympathize with you. Slowly, his thumb rubs the skin of your forearm, watching as you release a tired breath. 

“Can I get you anything? Water or juice?”

“Oh no, that’s okay.” You shake your head, now looking over at him. “But that’s so kind of you.” 

Professor Martell tilts his head, a troubled look still coloring his face. He has such a caring nature about him. 

“Would you like to study any more tonight? You’re more than welcome to talk with me more, if you’d like to.” 

“No,” You shake your head, looking down at your phone. You’ve been here for about an hour, and you should probably be getting home. “I shouldn’t stay too much longer. It’ll be dark soon.” 

By now, the sun has begun to set, and it worries you. But there’s a soft, orange glow that’s reaching every corner of the room, and it does well to calm you. 

“You’re right,” He sighs, glancing at the watch on his wrist. He still hasn’t taken his hand off of yours. “Would you let me walk you home?” He then asks, looking up at you.

His comment stirs emotion in your chest. “Wha - really?” 

“Of course.” He nods, standing from his seat and prompting you to do so, too. Leaning down, he grabs his jacket from the back of his chair. “You’re quite the lovely thing,”

You’d moved around to the front of his desk, picking up your bookbag. When you hear this you stand up, a twinge of surprise vibrating through you. 

“Too small to be walking alone at night.” 

Everything he says makes your insides light up, the adrenaline in your body now rising. When you look over at him he’s shrugging on his coat, one with a mustard-y tone. And when he lifts his head to see you looking at him, he grins. “Is it okay that I walk you home, love?”

You feel breathless, nodding when you finally say, “Yes.” 

While holding the building’s front door open for you, he asks, “Did you see the phone number and email I left for you?” 

Shivering from the gust of wind, you emit a quick breath. “Oh yeah, I did see that.”

“Good,” He smiles, walking alongside you. “If you ever need help with anything, you can email me. That number is to my office, you can also call me, if you’d like to.” 

“That’s really nice of you.” Looking to the side, you smile, folding your arms up and shoving your hands into your armpits. 

“Are you cold?”

“Eh,” You shake your head. “Only a little. Just need to remember to bring a coat.” 

He thinks about offering you his coat, but ultimately decides not to. He doesn’t want to come off too forward with you. Professor Martell then inhales a deep breath beside you, sliding his hands into the pockets of his longer coat.

“Do you have any hobbies?” He inquires, following your lead on where to go. It has gotten quite dark out. “They might do you well. Distract your mind and help you learn something new. It could help you to feel happier, too.” 

“I actually don’t. I guess I like caring for the plants I have at home, but that’s about it.” Thinking over his comment, you then ask, “Do you have any?” 

“I do.” He nods, continuing to walk alongside you. Eyeing his surroundings, he admires the changing colors of the leaves. It’s one of his favorite things about this season. 

“Pottery.” His voice is deep, enchanting to listen to. “It’s quite calming, once you get the hang of it.”

“Oh wow, I feel like that would be so hard to do.”

He gives you an acknowledging nod. “Perhaps. I train in martial arts, too.”

Now this really catches your attention. “Really?” 

Seeing your shocked reaction, he laughs. “Yes, it’s quite a rewarding pastime.” 

“How so?”

“It feels good on the body.”

Oh god, why did he have to say it like that? This would explain why he’s so fit, too, and why he looks so good for his age. Body aside, he was also exceptionally handsome. His brown eyes show genuine emotion every time they look at you, his lips appearing plush and flirtatious when they curl, his dimple quite charming when he smiles enough to show it.

“This is where you live?” Come his next few words, noticing your pace slowing. 

“Yeah,” You sigh, looking up at your apartments. “It’s not much, but it’ll do.”

“It’s safe,” He emphasizes, turning to face you. “This is a good neighborhood, that’s what’s important.” Again, he already cares so much for you. 

With a smile you look up at him, and you suddenly realize how tall he is. 

“I really appreciate you walking me home.” Taking a leap, you decide to be honest with him. “Sometimes it really scares me.” 

“And I don’t blame you.” His response is easy, reassuring. “It was nice to see you again, dear.”

“It was really nice to see you, too. Thank you… for listening to me.”

“Anytime.” He grins, eyes briefly looking you up and down. You’re shivering. “There’s a cafe on the ground floor of the Browning Building, if you’re ever cold and need a coffee.”

“Oh really? Sweet, thanks for letting me know!”

“Of course,” Glancing down at his watch, he clicks his tongue. “I hope you have a good night, love.” 

“Thank you, you too.” 

With one last smile, you turn, walking up the stairs of your building. They’re on the outside, leading directly to the apartments’ front doors. And he watches as you go up, waving when you get to your door and turn around to see him. Lifting a hand, you wave back before unlocking your door, and going in. 

You think about going over the highlighted sections he showed you tonight, but ultimately decide to give yourself a break for the night. You studied, you cried, and then you studied again; you’re exhausted. 

The next two hours are consumed with a ramen noodle dinner and a true crime documentary. You’d turned your heat up again, slipping into some cozy pajamas and laying out on your couch. Try as you might, your not so pleasant emotions start to return again. And after the documentary ends, you’re reaching for your phone to text Cori again. You’d texted her once you got home, letting her know that you were safely back inside your apartment for the night. She hasn’t responded and you didn’t expect her to. She’s working the night shift and busy as hell, and while you’re more than understanding of this, it doesn’t stop you from missing her. 

Sighing, you put your phone down. You should stop bothering her. Cuddling back into the blankets on the couch, you feel tears begin to pool in your eyes. Why do you feel so lonely tonight? Lonely… I’m sorry you’re lonely, lovely. Maybe he could comfort you. No, that would be too inappropriate to do. He’s probably not even at the office, anyways. But maybe you could get his voicemail; his voice is so nice to listen to.

“This is so stupid, this is so dumb.” You mutter to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose while the dial rings on the phone. 

A minute or so before calling, you decided that if he does pick up, you should have something prepared to say. You don’t want to sound like a mumbling fool on the other end of the line, so you thought up some random chemistry question to ask him. Like anything school related would be pertinent enough for you to call him at this time of night.

“Hello?”

You’re stunned he actually answered the phone. A jolt zaps its way through you, your eyes widening in your dimly lit living room. 

“Um, h-hi… Professor Martell. It’s um, it’s me.” He says your name questioningly. “Yeah,” You smile, liking how it sounds when he says it. 

“Hi,” He then says on the end of the other line, and you swear you can hear his smile. “How are you?” You’re surprised he doesn’t ask why you’re calling. 

“I’m uh, I don’t know.”

“Why are you up so late, dear?” He sounds kind and concerned. It makes the dam holding back your emotions break.

“I guess I just feel lonely again.”

“Oh, love.” He tuts on the other end, frowning to himself. “I’m here for you, sweetheart.” At this, your insides practically light up. He’s never called you that before. “Is there anything that caused it?”

“My best friend is working and I didn’t want to bother her. I tried to distract myself, like you said. But I don’t know, it didn’t work for that long.” 

“Well, I’m glad you called me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, sweetling.” 

What a cute nickname, and one you’ve never heard of before. It makes you feel small, cute. 

“I like talking to you.” This comes as a surprise to you. 

“I like talking to you, too. You’re so nice.” You’re smiling to yourself, your cheeks tingling from the bashful emotion shivering through your limbs. 

“I try to be.” He sounds tired.

“Why’re you at your office so late?” 

“Oh,” He sighs, eyes falling to his desk. “I’m grading papers tonight. I don’t like to bring my work home.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry it takes so long. That must be exhausting.”

“Well,” He says, giving your comment a nod and a sigh. “At least I’m getting a pleasurable break.” Obviously, he’s talking about you. “You’re a sweet girl.” 

Oh lord, why does he say these things? You can’t help the release of your dreamy sigh, and it makes him smirk on the other end of the line. He feels like he’s getting to you. 

“I want you to get some rest tonight. Hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning. Maybe plan something interesting for your day tomorrow, something for you to look forward to.” 

“Something interesting…” You repeat, thinking. “Could I… could I have lunch with you?”

Professor Martell smiles, his heart beating profoundly inside his ribs. “Of course you can.”

As if your smile could get any wider. This was definitely something to look forward to.

“Great! I can bring some food from the cafe you told me about.” 

“That sounds lovely.” He agrees, resting back in his chair while he talks to you. “Do you think you’ll sleep?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “I think so.” 

“Good.” He returns, “I’ll try to have these papers graded before having lunch with you.” 

“Okay,” Giddy with joy, you add on, “Thank you, professor Martell.” 

“Of course, sweetheart.” It was clear how much you liked that. “Now, get some rest.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, oh and…” He says your name questioningly, making you perk up a bit. “Yes?”

“My name is Oberyn,” This is new information to you, and you’re not sure why you haven’t looked into this before. “I’d like you to call me that, if it makes you comfortable.” 

“Okay,” When did your pulse become so quick? “Goodnight, Oberyn.” 

“Goodnight, sweetling.” 

You have to hand it to him, this was a good idea. Having something to look forward to in your day really made the hours go by quick. You had three classes today and by the time noon rolled around, two of them were already done. 

Cori had messaged you this morning, feeling bad for not having returned your messages before then. You reassured her of your understanding, but she still felt the need to apologize. You’re lucky to have her as a friend; you’re surprised she even made time to message you before going to bed this morning. 

“Hm…” 

Scanning the sections available in the small cafe, you ponder what to get him. You have absolutely no idea what he likes when it comes to food, so you’ll just have to guess. 

Since speaking with you last night, Oberyn has felt the tiniest ounce of shame. And even though it’s small, it weighs heavy in his belly. It’s inappropriate to call you those things, he knows this. He knows he shouldn’t have. But something came over him when he met you, the need to care for and protect you. It’s not that you look weak, you look sweet. You’re kind and beautiful, he knew that the second you walk into his space. Oberyn loves the way your eyes light up when he talks to you, the way your lips move when you speak, the way you look when you’re being emotionally vulnerable with him. He likes seeing the true side of you. But then another thought crosses his mind; how old are you? 

“Hey,” You smile, walking into his office once more. You don’t even knock this time, rounding the dear with eagerness and ease. 

Instantly, he perks up, standing when you walk through the threshold. You’re holding two plastic containers, two bags of chips, and two bottles of water; it makes him chuckle.

“Let me help.” He quickly steps forward, rounding the corner of his desk. 

Reaching out, he takes the items from you, setting each one on his desk. For some reason, as soon as he’s done doing this, he turns around to hug you. It feels like meeting up with a friend, someone that comforts him. Though you’re slightly surprised, you happily accept, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leans down, sliding his own around your back. Oberyn turns his head, his nose lightly brushing you hair. 

This hug brings you your first real feel of Oberyn’s body, and he’s truly as fit as he looks. You can feel the muscles in his chest and stomach, even in his arms, too. When your hands slide up to his neck, arms wrapping around him, you can also touch the muscles adorning his shoulders and upper back. He holds you in a warm embrace, snug but not tight. And the two of you shouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do. 

“How are you, dear?” 

“I’m doing good.” When you part, you’re smiling, and it warms his heart. “You were right, having something to look forward to really brightens your day.”

“I’m glad I can help you with that.” He winks, watching your lips part from the small movement. Turning toward his desk, Oberyn then says, “And thank you for picking up lunch.” 

“Oh, no problem. I’m sorry though, I didn’t know what you liked. So, I just guessed.”

Sitting down in the seat behind his desk, he smiles. “I like what you like.”

Without him even offering, you slide your chair behind his desk, sitting right next to him. And he’s elated to see this, to know how comfortable you are with him. 

“I looked into your professor’s curriculum.” He tells you, watching as you hand him his things. “Thank you, love.”

“Sure,” You grin, opening your own items. 

“And I found a documentary that could be quite helpful to you.” 

“Oh, really? Where could I watch it?”

“The full-length film is available on YouTube.” Cracking open his water, he takes a sip, and you can’t help but watch. You try to do so nonchalantly, eyeing his Adam’s apple as it bobs. 

“How um,” Blink, goddammit. “How long is it?”

“About an hour and a half.” Oberyn responds, “I can send you the link if you’d like. Or if you’d rather,” He continues on, mixing his toppings into his salad. “I have the film opened on a tab on my desktop.” 

“Oh, really?”

“We can watch it, if you’d like. I can even help you take notes.” His smile is warm as he looks to the side, poking his fork into a piece of lettuce before he takes a bite.

Your last class of the day is in forty-five minutes, there’s no way you’d be able to finish the film if you watched it with him right now. Maybe you could watch some now and finish it later? Or… you could just skip your last class. You’re doing well in it, anyway. One day won’t hurt. 

“That’d be great!”

The wide grin you give him makes his heart soar, his adoration for you growing evermore. And while he returns your expression, happy to know he’ll get to spend more than an hour with you, he can’t help but take in your form. The outfit you’re wearing outlines your chest quite nicely, a tighter turtleneck adorning your upper half. You’re wearing loose jeans that are held up by a brown belt, along with a pair of brown suede boots. When you look away, he takes a glance at the curves he can now see on you. Internally, he scolds himself for doing such a thing. He shouldn’t feel this way, but it’s almost as if he can’t help himself. His arousal burns bright for you. 

Gaining his bearings, he takes another drink of water to lube his suddenly dry throat. Once he sets the bottle down, he reaches forward, clicking his mouse and pulling up the film.While he does so, you get comfy, snuggling back in your seat and bringing your salad into your lap. You even fold your legs, sitting criss-cross and watching as he moves his computer screen to the center of his desk. 

“This covers the entirety of the acids and bases you’ve been studying.” Oberyn informs you, leaning back in his seat once pressing play. “Would you mind getting the lights and closing the door? Just so we can see the screen a bit better.”

“Sure,” Leaning forward to set your food down, you then stand, rounding his desk and walking over to the far wall.

Oberyn watches you move as you complete this task, smirking to himself at the gentle sway in your hips. You have such a pretty physique, he’d love to feel it, to wrap his hands around your waist and squeeze gently. 

“Oberyn?”

“Hm?” He startles, eyes shooting up to look at you.

“Are you alright?” You’re laughing as you return to his side, eyeing him suspiciously.

“I’m just fine.” 

Something about this man is dreamy beyond belief. Even after the room has become dark and the film has begun, you continue to steal glances at him. His skin is tawny and smooth, his nose arched in an intriguingly attractive way. His facial hair is trimmed and style to perfection, and you’re now noticing the slightest of grays in his nearly-black hair. 

Oberyn claimed that this film was supposed to help with your studies, but you don’t grab a single notebook or pencil, and he doesn’t tell you to. All the two of you do is eat in the quiet calm that surrounds you, the day early but the atmosphere in your small bubble replicating that of a time later in the day. It’s warm and cozy, and before long, you find yourself yawning. 

“Pay attention, sweetling.” He tells you with a small smile on his face. 

“Okay,” You say through a yawn, having finished your food by now. 

After a small stretch, you cozy up in your chair, leaning to the side and allinw your head to rest on his shoulder. It’s a bold move, something you honestly shouldn’t be doing. But he lets you. He finds it quite endearing, actually. 

“Maybe we should take a break.”

“What, why?” Lifting your head, you allow him to lean forward to pause it.

“You’re tired,” He points out, looking at you. And when your expression grows guilty he shakes his head. “I don’t blame you.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His smile is enchanting. “I’m glad that you’re comfortable here with me.” 

Those beautiful brown eyes stare into your soul, a loving warmth radiating through your being. Suddenly, you find yourself growing curious, wondering about his age and personality and, well… how has he not found someone yet? Double-checking, your eyes glance down, looking for a ring.

Oberyn notices, glancing down to the same area you’re looking. “Are you trying to see if I’m married?” While raising his eyebrows at you, he grins. 

“Oh, no, I… well…”

“I’m not,” He says, filling in the gaps once you’ve grown quiet. “In case you were wondering.”

“Why… why not?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how are you not married?”

Oberyn offers a thoughtful pout, shrugging. “I maintain a busy life.” Comes his first explanation. “I don’t often find interest in those around me.” 

“You interest me.” You blurt out, not realizing the double meaning behind your words. 

He smiles down at his hands, then looks over at you. “I know I do.”

Bashfully, you look away. Why the hell did you say that?

“Have you found any interests on campus, love?” Comes his next question, and he’s genuinely curious. But he asks you this in his mos nonchalant tone, doing his best to keep the air of the conversation light. 

Shaking your head, you respond with a quiet, “No, I haven’t dated anyone for about two years now.” Feeling more than welcome to be open with him, you continue on. “Nobody seems that interesting and whenever anyone is, they turn out like the rest.”

“Like the rest?”

“Immature.” You state blandly. “It’s exhausting. At this point, I’m basically touch-starved.” Again, you don’t realize the double-meaning. You meant it in reference to the fondness of another person, of not receiving touch from them such as hugging or holding their hand. But clearly, it also translates sexually. And you suppose you’re touch-starved in the category, too. Before you can correct yourself, though, Oberyn is already speaking.

“Surely you can find someone around here willing to fix that for you.” You’re absolutely shocked he’s expanding on the topic. But he knew he wanted to keep the conversation here. As soon as you said you lacked touch, he found himself wanting to change that. 

“Yeah?” You return with a dry laugh, pretending to be unphased. “You have anybody in mind?”

He hums out, amused. “I have someone in mind.” 

Turning your head, you meet his eyes, gulping at the lustful gaze he holds. Oberyn’s gaze drops to your lips, just barely parting from each other. He licks his lower lip, grinning while he listens to you suck in a breath. 

“Perhaps we should finish the film another day.” He offers, and maybe he’s right. Maybe you need a breather from this. This whole thing unprofessional and honestly, maybe it’s gone too far. You should… you should go.

“Oh,” You nod, releasing a nervous breath. “Okay.”

“I can walk you home again, if you’d like.” It’s not late, it’s not even 2pm yet. But he wants to. 

“Okay.” Your nod this time is a bit happier, and it makes him satisfied inside. He feels like he’d do anything to see you smile. 

“Where is your coat, sweetheart?” Oberyn asks while following you into the hall, turning to close his office door.

“Oh shoot,” Rolling your eyes, you groan. “I forgot to bring it again.” 

Oberyn smiles, walking down the stairs with you. 

“If you’d like,” He offers once you’re on the ground floor, already taking his coat off. “You can have mine.”

“What? Oh, no, I couldn’t -”

“Just for the walk,” He interrupts, moving behind you. “I hate to see you cold.”

At that, you can’t think of anything to respond with. Your insides are warmed by Oberyn’s kind words, feeling him slip his coat over your shoulders and hold it there while you slide your arms into the sleeves. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” It comes out before he can stop it, and while he’s not sure if he should have said it, he knows he meant it. 

Your walk, as always, is short. And while you never liked walks, you find yourself wishing this one was longer. The surrounding scenery is breathtaking, the changing leaves a wonderful mix of warm tones and crunchy sounds when you step on the occasional fallen one. The lake on campus has frozen over completely by now, and you pass by it every time Oberyn walks you home. But you know these reasons aren’t due to the happiness you feel on your stroll.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your arms just barely brushing as you continue on. Oberyn’s coat surrounds you with his smell, those rich and earthy tones. They’re a bit sweet, too, and you honestly hope his scent lingers when you give it back to him. 

“What will you do today?” Oberyn asks, turning his head to the side so he can look at you. He watches as your eyes scan the ground, feet crunching over the leaves. 

“I have to work later. I might just study until then.”

“Pick up a hobby, sweet thing.” He reminds you, stopping once you’ve reached the stairs to your apartment. This time, he’s much closer to your door. “It will do you good.” 

“I will,” Turning, you look up at him. “Maybe pottery.” It’s a flirty comment, and he can see this quite plainly. But you’re not nervous about his response, you know he shares a liking for you.

“I’ll make sure you are never lonely.” He jokes with a kind laugh, but he means every word. 

“Well,” His previous sentence continues to repeat in your head, making you smile brightly. “Thank you for walking me home again, Oberyn.” It’s the first time you’ve used his first name, and it sends a gentle shock through his system.

“Of course.” He watches as you begin to shrug off his coat, and he has half a mind to tell you to keep it. 

“And thank you for letting me borrow your coat. You weren’t cold?”

“Not at all.” It’s a white lie, one that doesn’t matter. It’s only purpose is to reassure you. 

Taking it from your hands, he flops it over his forearm, now moving closer to you. Naturally, you reach out for him, embracing his tender hug and for the first time truly wishing it was more. He holds you like this for a moment, one hand gently rubbing your back. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, brushing your nose over his warm skin. 

“It’s always so nice to see you.” Oberyn murmurs to you, one hand rising to the back of your head. When you lean back to return his affectionate words, you feel his hand move, now sliding around to cup your cheek. Before you move too far away, Oberyn tilts his head, bringing his lips down to brush them against your skin. 

Your jaw drops, and you swear your heart stops entirely. But to keep the moment smooth, you recover quickly. His soft lips press against you for just a moment, his hand not moving when he leans further back. Looking down into your eyes, Oberyn heartbeat skips at the expression on your heavenly face. Your lashes flutter gently, feeling his thumb swipe once over the apple of your cheek.

The moment feels intimate, and it’s as if something comes over you. He looks incredible in this light, and the feelings he’s brought to you seem to resurface all at once. 

You’re shocked when you see him lean in, but your body responds before your mind. Softly, gently, hesitantly, your lips meet, a subtle hum coming from both of you. And when you press yourself into him, he knows to continue. The hand he had on your cheek moves to cup your jaw, his other hand sliding just an inch or so down to the small of your back. You had your hands around his neck but now bring them down, each one holding either side of his face.

Inside, you’re bursting, fizzling with adrenaline and the euphoria of finally kissing him. You can’t believe he did this, and he can’t believe you’re reciprocating. One kiss turns into two, and then three, Oberyn’s movements becoming more and more sure.

He can’t help himself, can’t bring himself to stop. Timidly, his hand slides further down, hooking around your hip bone and falling to your outer thigh. Slowly, he keeps moving - he’ll explore as much as you’ll let him. And let him you do, moaning quietly when that broad palm finally falls to your backside. 

It’s beyond pleasurable, the feeling of his lips moving against you, his head dipping and turning as he molds himself to you. An enticed purr emanates from his throat when he feels the pad of your fingertips brush against his scruff, the trim facial hair lining his jaw. He presses your body against his, that large hand keeping you close while he gently palms your backside. It sends shiver after shiver through each one of your limbs, feeling him touch you like this.

“Oberyn,” You whisper quietly, darkness now consuming the two of you. 

“Yes?” He returns, his voice hovering in that same tone. 

Smiling, you lean up again, giving him another kiss. 

“I, I…” You’re not sure what to say, the emotions rolling through your body almost too much for your brain. And Oberyn sees this, he sees your pleasurable struggle and he smiles, deciding to end this short yet passionate event.

He tilts his head upwards just a bit, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “Get some rest, sweetheart.” His voice is soft as he speaks. “Promise me?”

Swallowing, your eyes close as you feel his loving kiss, sighing out a heavenly breath beneath him.

“Okay,” Comes your whispered response. “I promise.” 

“How have you been?”

“I’ve actually been pretty good lately!”

“That’s so nice to hear, babe. I’ve been so worried about you.” Cori’s words are genuine, and so is the expression on her face. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to talk much these past couple weeks. The hospital has been pretty busy.”

“It’s okay, I totally understand. I promise.”

She grins, happy to hear your response and to know that you’re doing okay. “What’s been keeping you so happy lately?”

You shrug, looking down at the bowl of cereal you made. A late night snack, if you will. “I don’t know, my grades are doing okay.” You begin to explain, smiling when a certain someone pops into your head. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Oberyn’s been helping me.”

“Oberyn?”

“Oh, Professor Martell.” She raises an eyebrow at you, and you shrug. “He told me to call him Oberyn. He’s been super nice to me.”

“Oh,”

“Yeah, he’s been really helpful. We’ve been studying.”

“Studying? How much?” 

“I go to his office a few times a week. It’s nice being around him, he’s easy to talk to.”

“Well… that’s nice.” She decides on, still curious about the interactions between the two of you. 

“Yeah, sometimes we have lunch together.” Cori glances up at you, raising a brow. “He’s even walked me home when it gets dark out, too.” Looking up, you now see the slightly concerned expression on her face. “What?”

“Are you comfortable with that?”

“With what? Him walking me home?” She nods. “Yeah, I think it’s sweet.” When she doesn’t respond, you continue on, stuck in your own wonderful world. “He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he?” 

“Yeah,” Cori laughs, “Looks like you’ve fallen under a spell.”

“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes playfully, although her tone makes your tummy turn. “It’s nice to have a friend. Even if he is twenty years older than me.” 

“Well, I’m glad he can keep you company.” 

“Is it… is it weird?” You suddenly find yourself feeling insecure about the situation. 

“I mean, maybe? You’re not his student, but hey, if he’s helping you with your schoolwork and he’s a nice person to talk to, why not?”

“Okay,” You respond hesitantly, nodding slowly. 

Your conversation with Cori makes you think, even after you hang up. You didn’t mention him letting you borrow his coat, or the fact that he’d kissed you on the cheek… and done a little more. Cori would definitely have found that weird. She also wouldn’t have liked the fact that after you kissed, you gave him your phone number, too. It feels wrong, hiding something from her, but you’re not exactly hiding it… right? Oh, like hell you are. You’re not telling your best friend about the first man you’ve found interesting in nearly two years. That counts as hiding something. 

Glancing over at the coffee table, you eye your phone. All this uncertainty has you wanting to call him. But you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t. And less than five minutes away, Oberyn is thinking the exact same thing. You gave him your phone number after you kissed, after he touched you, and he’s wracking his brain thinking of any excuse to message you. Lately, he can’t even focus on grading, he just thinks about you. About how kind you are and how funny you can be, how pretty your smile is and how you smell so wonderfully. Your outfits are incredibly cute and you always look cozy, and you’re thoughtful, you’re so thoughtful. She’s so sweet to me. 

There’s no hardcore evidence of your relationship crossing any professional boundaries. There’s no evidence of your relationship at all, actually, aside from that single call to his office. But if a colleague of his found out about what he was doing, he’s sure they’d raise an eyebrow at him. The names he calls you? The time he’s spent with you? The hours of night at which he’s talked to you? Walking you home and now kissing you on the cheek? Let’s be honest, he did more than a simple kiss on the cheek. Okay, maybe your relationship has crossed over the line of what’s considered to be ‘professional boundaries’. 

Sadly, as time passes by, those lonely feelings that have temporarily gone away are becoming harder and harder to ignore. Cori told you she wouldn’t be able to talk for a few days due to her picking up some extra shifts for her sick friends, and after your call the other night, you don’t think you should go to Oberyn. Slowly but surely shame has set up camp in your belly and is sitting there steadfastly. Should you have let things go this far with him? Clearly he has feelings for you… that’s clear, right? 

It breaks Oberyn’s heart, not hearing from you. It’s been almost a week since he kissed you; did he cross a line with you? So far, all of your interactions have been because of you; you stopping by, you calling his office. He has your cell phone number, maybe he should text you. But he’s not sure, he doesn’t want to push you if he’s made you uncomfortable. It didn’t seem like he did, but this radio silence has him second guessing himself. But he has no other way to contact you. He knows where you live but what is he supposed to do? Just show up at your door? This leaves him nowhere but to sit in his office chair and wait for you, that is, if he decides not to text you. And when he’s teaching his lectures, his mind isn’t anywhere better.

What if she stops in while I’m gone?

What if she calls my office? Will she leave a voicemail? Oberyn sighs dreamily. I’d love to hear her voice.

Will she email me? He thinks back to the night you gave him your number. Again, he sighs. 

She felt so good in my arms. I’d love to hold her again, feel her lips on mine…

I hope she’s doing alright. 

Oberyn’s caring nature wasn’t just some kind of front, it’s who he really is. He didn’t often find others interesting, but those he did, he liked to befriend. And with these friendships came his more empathetic side, wondering about their lives and how they were doing. And if he has a partner, how their mental health is and whether or not they’re flourishing. He doesn’t have one, but he does have you. Could you become that to him? 

A week is enough. He needs to talk to you.

You’re in the middle of class when you receive his text, deciding to open it up on your macbook. At first, you assume the random number is from an online store, maybe a reminder for a doctor’s appointment or something. But it’s not. 

Immediately, you felt incredible remorse for ignoring him. He didn’t make you uncomfortable, not in the least. Since meeting him, Oberyn has done nothing but make you feel amazing. You had no choice but to respond to him.

She misses me.

Your response has made his entire day, his entire week. The fact that you not only messaged him back and said these things, but you also called him Oberyn, it’s made his heart leap. So he didn’t cross a line with you, after all. He decides that the next time you stop by, he’ll buy you lunch or dinner, depending on the time of day. Only because you bought him lunch the other week, that’s the only reason why. 

Try as you might, you can’t hide the incredible smile growing on your face. Even though you’ve been giving the situation space, you’re thrilled he decided to reach out to you. He really does care about you. 

As soon as you’re done with class, you head home to change into your work clothes. You find yourself pretty lucky to be able to work at a job that allows you to dress comfy, especially when going into work so late. The bookstore lets you wear yogas and quarter-zips if you liked, and that’s what you wore almost every time you were there. Thinking about where you’ll be when your shift is done, you tie back your hair, twisting it into a braid. Oberyn seemed to like it when he saw it on you before. 

To no surprise of your own, your shift drags on agonizingly slow. Knowing that you’ll see Oberyn afterwards is making you impatient as all hell. You wonder, will he kiss you again? Touch you again? Christ, it felt so good the first time he did it. Would he do more? Would you let him?

While organizing the stack of books you’d been given, you come across a few pieces of poetry. Some from Grecian and Roman times, some from the Shakespearen era, too. And one from Shakespear himself catches your eye. Taking the book and flipping through its pages, you stop at a section titled, “Sonnet 45”. 

The other two, slight air and purging fire

Are both with thee, wherever I abide;

The first my thought, the other my desire

The present-absent with swift motion slide…

These two elements, air and fire. They portray rational thought and desire. How could this sonnet have called out to you? How could it have felt your passion for this man? Your longing to be near him, with him, on him. You need him. 

You don’t often lie to your job, especially when it comes to missing work, but you’re making an exception. After reading that poem, something snapped inside of you. You need to go see him, you know he’s waiting for you. And after making up some excuse about a cough accumulating within you, you’re gone, striding out the front doors and making your way across campus and to his door. 

It’s a twenty minute walk but you don’t care, you smile the entire way. All you’re thinking about is how happy you’ll be to see him, how good it will feel to have him hug you, to feel his body pressed against yours again. You want to kiss him, to feel his hand on your face and his fingers exploring you. 

He can hear you coming, your footsteps echoing down the empty hall. When he looks up to see you, an expression of awe paints his handsome face. Why does he feel like it’s been so long since he’s last seen you? It was only a week. 

“Hi,” Stepping inside, you smile, falling for him all over again.

Today he’s wearing a velvety corduroy button-up, the burnt-orange color matching his personality. You aren’t sure how to explain it. It just makes him… pop. He looks stunning. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, allowing you to see the muscles in his forearms. And admittedly, you find it wildly attractive. He’s wearing his watch on his wrist and his thin gold chain around his neck, pieces you’ve never seen him without. Due to the top two buttons being undone, you can see more of his chest than you ever have before, even more so when he takes off his reading glasses to fold them over the front slit. 

He breathes your name, the word floating joyously from his mouth. Standing, he steps to the side of his desk, walking up to you with open arms. As always, you gladly accept his hug, wrapping your arms around his neck when he pulls you in. And when you’re fully in his arms, you feel him sigh. You can hear the emotion in his heavy breath, and it makes you sad. 

Keeping your voice low, you whisper, “I missed you.” 

Like before, his hand rises to the back of your head, applying light pressure and brushing over your hair in quite a passionate manner. He loves this, feeling you against him, having your gorgeous frame in his embrace again. 

Emotion overcomes him as he rubs your back, nodding gently before returning your affections. “I missed you too, sweet thing.” 

He notices when you squeeze him tighter, and he grins, pulling back to kiss the side of your head. “I like you being here with me.” He mumbles against you, closing his eyes when he says, “Your responses made my entire day.” 

“I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to you.” Leaning back, you look up at him. “I just, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t -”

Oberyn ends your rambling with a searing kiss, unwilling to let you stutter out your anxieties any more. He wants you to feel at peace when you’re with him. 

He holds your face in both of his hands, your own hands moving to grab his forearms. You absolutely melt into him, letting his mouth move against you. For the first time, his lips part, his tongue sliding out. He drags it across your lower lip, hearing your soft moan when you ultimately open your mouth more for him. Oberyn’s free hand travels to your waist, holding and squeezing you gently while he kisses you, the warm muscle of his tongue now meeting your own. 

“You sweet, little thing.” He murmurs, his lips continuously returning to you. 

Your heart is racing, your body feeling light as he holds you, touches you. Just like before his free hand slides further down, grabbing your backside and fondling it with his digits. He takes the breath from your lungs with the way he’s moving against you, and it’s in this moment that you make your decision. You want him, you need to have him.

“Oberyn,” You briefly pull away, holding his pretty face. “I’m tired.” 

It’s nearly 10pm, and what you’re saying is true. It might also be your way of taking him home with you.

“Oh,” He breathes out, swallowing before he nods, ultimately backing away from you, “Okay.”

But you smile timidly, reaching out for his hands. “Will you walk me home?”

Nodding, he agrees. “Of course, sweet thing.” 

You want to reassure him of your interest, so you step forward, closing the small gap he’d created between the two of you. 

“Can I borrow your coat again?” You ask him sweetly, smiling up at him. He watches as you tilt your head to the side, letting go of his hands to run your palms up his chest. “I like wearing it; smells like you.” 

“You do?” He returns, that gorgeous grin appearing once again.

“Mhm,” Comes your soft nod, eyeing that little dimple his smile is making. “You’re so cute.” It comes out before you realize it, but if you had the chance to go back and change it, you wouldn’t. 

Oberyn sighs, reaching up to hold your chin with his forefinger and thumb. “You interest me greatly, little one.” 

Before leaving, Oberyn turns to lock his office for the night. He intends to go home after spending some time with you, deciding to grade the rest of his papers in the morning. 

As always, Oberyn lets you use his coat, but this time he doesn’t just walk beside you down the path. This time, he reaches out to hold your hand. It’s the first time he’s ever held it, and you let him, glancing down as his fingers wrap around you. Your heart squeezes with joy, moving to walk a little bit closer to him. 

It’s quiet and calm, your late night stroll, and you can see the moon hanging in the sky above you. Your head tilts back as you stare, looking at the stars and any constellations that are visible to you. But Oberyn doesn’t look up, he just looks at you. Inside, he’s a bit sad. He wants to kiss you, wants to do so much more with you. But he has to accept that you may not be ready for that, you may not ever be ready for that. And if that’s the case, then that’s okay. He’s glad he was able to have those moments with you.

When you reach your stairs, you don’t let go of his hand, instead bringing him up to your door with you. He’s surprised by this, but follows you willingly. And for some reason, when you reach your door, you hesitate. 

“Will you…” Starting to mutter, you turn around to face him. You don’t take his coat off, either. “Would you want to come inside?”

Oberyn considers this. Is he really going to let your relationship go there? It’s not a promise of anything more, not really. But even if it was, he’d say yes. He wants more of you; he craves it, feels desperate for it. 

“You want me to?”

Alongside your nod, you grin. “Yes please.” He chuckles at your eager gesture and wording, agreeing to follow you into your home. 

Continuing to hold his hand, you unlock your door and pull him inside. That baritone voice laughs from behind you at your excited motions, watching as you turn to shut and lock the door behind you. 

“Oberyn,” You say as soon as he turns to face you. “I want you.” 

And that’s all he needs. Raising his brows in brief shock, he immediately moves forward, watching you walk backward until your back is pressed against your front door. He’s on you in seconds, breathing out a forceful sigh through his nose as he returns his beautiful lips to your own. They’re so soft and smooth, talented, too. Instead of holding his cheeks, your hands slide around, rising to the back of his neck with your fingers digging into his hair. 

“You want me?” He mumbles against you, kissing your cheek. “Tell me again.” 

“I do,” Nodding, you gasp quietly when he nudges your head to the side with his nose, placing a flurry of fiery kisses along your throat. “I want you…” 

Rolling his eyes back before closing them, Oberyn groans. Both of those broad palms fall to your hips, curling around once again to paw at your ass. One of them rises though, sliding along your side and stopping just below your bust. Ever so gently, Oberyn’s pelvis pushes forward, just barely applying pressure over yours. 

“You’re a beautiful thing, sweetheart.” He murmurs to you, his kisses growing sloppy along your neck. And when your fingers curl, tugging on his dark hair, he groans. “Can I touch you?” 

“Yes,” It’s a passionate moan, your eyes closing and mouth falling open when his hand lifts to cup your breast. 

He does it as soon as he hears your response, squeezing you softly in his hand. “Everything about you…” He murmurs, teeth grazing over your throbbing pulse. “Is just so sweet and soft.” 

“I feel like I can’t get enough of you.”

“You want more of me?”

“Yes, Oberyn. Please.”

Suddenly, Oberyn’s hands fall to your thighs, wrapping them beneath you and hauling you up to his waist. He urges you to wrap your legs around him, continuing to press your back against the door. To say the least, you’re incredibly surprised by his strength. Lifting his head, he smiles against your lips, kissing them and then your chin, your cheek and then your temple, too. 

“Where can I take you?” Comes his breathless inquiry, gently brushing the tip of his nose over your own. 

“My bedroom, baby.” Jesus, he thinks, moaning tenderly at the small, affectionate nickname. “Turn around, it’s down the hall.” 

Hauling you off of the front door, you inhale a sharp breath, once again surprised by the strength he possesses. Easily, he turns his body, holding you against him while your arms wrap around his neck. You kiss him there while he strides down the hall, his smile deepening at the sweet press of your lips. 

Your door is already open, so he enters freely. Due to the light of a small lamp on your desk, he’s able to see the entirety of your room. The color of the walls is a deep hue, a red tone that matches the sheets on your bed. The furniture in your room is made of dark wood and it reminds him of the desk and tables in his office, and the lamp on your nightstand has a similar hue to the one in his office, too. And the way you’ve decorated your space is a true reflection of you. There are vases of flowers and greenery on your dressers and desk, a few pictures hung up of you with your family and friends. You have a tapestry hung on one wall made with the colors of beige and gray, something that strikes him as unique; similar to how he sees you. And above all, he notices that your space is neat, making him that much more comfortable to be here with you. 

Leaning over your bed, he’s gentle as he sets you down, but he doesn’t leave you. Hovering above your frame, he returns his lips to you, kissing the softness of your mouth before his tongue returns, too. He feels your body, grunting softly when you lift your legs on either side of him, planting the soles of your feet on the bed. 

“How has someone not taken you?” He wonders aloud, this thought genuine and one that’s come into his mind many times. 

“Oberyn, will you,” Pausing, you try to steady your breath. “Will you let me see more of you?” 

You’d do anything to see this man naked. If he’s anything like you’ve imagined, you know he’ll make you wet just from the sight of him. His smile grows over your cheek as he kisses you here, too. 

“Only if I can see more of you.” Leaning back to gauge your reaction, he sees you nod, sitting up a bit higher before to shrug his coat off of your shoulders. Sliding it from your arms, your fingers then find the end of your shirt.

Quickly, you lift it off of you, watching Oberyn’s eyes fall to your chest. You’re wearing a light purple bra, a color he finds completely endearing on you. And while he stares, his fingers move to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, your own eyes falling to his chest, too. When he’s completely opened his button-up, he allows it to fall off his shoulders, placing it on the end of your bed. And to say your breath has been taken away would be an understatement. Reaching out, you place a hand on his toned stomach, feeling the firm muscles there. His chest is toned, too, along with his biceps and forearms. It’s wildly impressive to see him like this, to see how truly fit he is. 

“Lay back for me,” He nods once, his deep voice requesting your attention. Your eyes flicker up to his, watching as he lowers himself back down to you. “You let me know if it’s too much. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His breaths fans out over your chest as he says this, your fingers returning to the thick locks of his hair. 

“Okay,” You whisper timidly in return, mewling quietly when you feel the first press of his full lips. 

He kisses the center of your chest, his mouth moving over your plump flesh. Every moan you exude prompts him to continue, his fingers sliding up and curling over the edge of the cups on your bra. Softly, he tugs them down, revealing your breasts to him. 

“Oh…” He moans, instantly lowering his mouth to your naked nipples. 

Those full lips wrap around one of your pebbled peaks, and when he sucks it inside, you cry out for him. Arching your back, you feel his tongue swirl around it, licking you passionately. You don’t notice it at first, but your hips have begun moving, grinding up against his own. When you do realize this, you can feel him above you, the hardened length of him straining against his pants. 

“Oberyn…”

“Can I undress you?” He asks, those deep brown eyes looking up at you. Glancing down, you see him, his handsome face resting above you. Keeping your gaze, Oberyn’s tongue lays out, licking across the soft curve of your left breast. Your mouth drops open completely at this, brows folding up in the center while he performs this seductive act before you. 

“Answer me, sweet thing.”

“Yes…”

“What did I say?” He teases with a grin.

“I don’t, I don’t remember.” Cori was right, you really are under a spell.

Oberyn chuckles, his fingers sliding around to your back so he can undo your bra. “Is this okay?” He asks, leaning in to kiss your jawline. Giving him a tiny moan and a nod, he continues, undoing the clasp and sliding your bra off of you. 

“Oh,” Comes his mesmerized sigh, leaning up so both of his hands can hold you. “Such a perfect thing…” 

Obsessively, he kisses you, worships your chest in the best ways that he knows how to. He allows his emotions to take over, his body running wild with arousal and adrenaline. Every time you keen for him he throbs in his boxers, feeling himself leak against the fabric. Rolling his hips into the space between your legs, he moans, nipping gently at your delicate skin. Oberyn then begins to lower himself, kissing your ribcage and stomach, your hip bones once he gets to them. And the only protest you have when he does this, is that he’s gotten too far away for you to keep your grasp on his hair. 

Slowly, he removes the rest of your clothes, his eyes closed as he hooks his fingers around the edge of your yoga pants. He slides both your leggings and underwear off in one go, kissing every inch of skin he reveals as he pulls the pieces of fabric down your legs. And when they’re gone, you suddenly feel extremely vulnerable, emotionally and physically naked. 

Kneeling on the ground just before the edge of your bed, Oberyn places himself right between your legs. His hands fall to the undersides of your thighs, lifting them to his shoulders while he kisses your sensitive skin. 

“Baby,” You whine, feeling him soothe one of his bites with a gentle kiss. 

“Can I lick you, sweetling?” He then asks, making your heart lurch into your throat. 

Lifting yourself onto your forearms, you look down at him. “You want to?”

Deciding to repeat your earlier words, he smirks before saying, “Yes please.” 

Again, he holds your gaze, leaning forward at an incredibly slow pace. Just barely, he purses his lips, kissing your sensitive skin once he makes contact with it. Sucking in a sharp breath, your jaw drops open, feeling him kiss you directly on the center of your sex. 

“Oberyn,”

“Does it feel good?” He asks, kissing your pink lips again. 

“Oh, yes…”

“Do you want more of it?” His voice has become deeper, his eyes darker. 

Gulping, you tilt your chin down, giving him a reassuring nod and a quiet, “Yes.”

Closing his eyes, his tongue returns once again, sliding up the seam of your sex. And even though he can no longer see you, you can’t help but stare at him. He moans as he does it, enjoying how the space between your pretty, pretty legs tastes. 

“Oh…” Your head falls back between your shoulder blades, Oberyn’s hands sliding up and down your outer thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

With tender swipes, he licks into you, sighing deeply when he feels you squirm. He loves experiencing the ways you react to him. Every groan he gives vibrates through your being, and it's not long before you allow your arms to rest and fall onto your back, fingers reaching for the sheets. 

When he moves up to your tingling bud, you give him your first true cry of the night, feeling his lips wrap around it and suck. It seems as though this is his turning point, the time where he turns from gentle and timid to passionate and sure. He leans in, pressing himself into you while grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs. He squeezes you in his hands, swirling his tongue around your clit while he continues suckling on it. 

“Oberyn, please…” Reaching down, you find his hair once again, fingers digging into his dark strands. He groans sharply at this, almost growling against you. 

Feeling him between your legs is an entirely different experience, and something you never expected to happen. But you’re thrilled, absolutely thrilled that your relationship has gone in this direction. 

The fervent laps of his tongue on your sensitive clit make your thighs shake, tightening their embrace on either side of his head. You’re sucking in deep gulps of air, your hips slightly rolling upward and shoving yourself further against his mouth. And he lets you do this, lets you circle yourself over his face while he continues to drink from you. 

“Oh my g-god…” When he hears you say this, he grins, hoping that you’ll cum for him. He’s not even fully undressed yet but he knows he wants to fuck you. He’s praying you’ll let him do that to you. 

A quiet hiss slips past your lips, your eyebrows furrowing together as you begin to experience your high. It comes on slowly, gently, the blissful sensation of it coming directly from his lips. Oberyn moans into you, his hungry mouth continuing to move over you. 

“O-Oberyn…” Suddenly, your hips buck up against him, and that’s when he holds you down. 

The muscles in his arms flex as he does it, his fervent mouth relentless against your throbbing core. He can feel you fluttering on his tongue, can feel the slickness of your cum rush out of your sex and into his mouth. 

“Ye-es! Please, please don't s-stop!”

He doesn’t, he wouldn't. He keeps the perfect amount of pressure, his pace unwavering until your body truly starts to shake. The overstimulation of his tongue licking you after you’ve cum is almost too much, the hands once pulling him in now pushing him away. When he finally removes himself from you, it’s only from your sensitive center. Turning his head, his lips return, peppering your inner thighs with fervent kisses. 

“Please,” You suddenly whine, reaching out for him. ���Please come up here.”

As soon as he lifts himself, he meets you with a blinding kiss, one hand falling to your cheek while holding himself up on his forearm. He’s panting above you, his jawline and lips covered in the essence of you. 

“Did you like it, sweetling?” His voice is thick as he speaks to you, full of complete lust for you. “Did you like feeling my tongue on you?”

The hand on your cheek drops to your chest, fondling your breasts. Whenever he isn’t speaking to you, he’s putting his mouth on you, his teeth currently digging into your shoulder while he huffs out against you. 

“Oberyn, I can’t, I can’t believe you wanted that, wanted to do that.”

Rising just a bit, he growls into your ear, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you.” 

This strikes you right in the heart, right in the center of your being. He’s truly felt this way about you since then? Since you stumbled into his office by accident? 

“Oberyn,” 

“I want you, pretty thing. I want to have you.” He’s desperate for it; he doesn’t want to wait any longer to take you. 

Turning your head and using your hands, you bring him back to you. He kisses you with fervor, working himself up as he begins to roll his hips against you. 

“Do you want that, too?” He mumbles against your lips, and you can taste yourself on them. 

“I do.” Trying to catch your breath, you nod to the side. “Go into my nightstand. I have condoms in there.” 

Shooting upright, he does as you say, sliding open the top drawer of the small piece of furniture to find just what he’s looking for. And when he grabs it, he moves back, standing and taking off the rest of his clothing. Now this you want to see. 

Just like he did with you, he slides his pants and boxers off in one go, dropping them onto your floor. As soon as he’s freed of his clothing, you see him hanging heavy between his legs. A small, wanton moan floats freely from your lips as you stare at him, the size of his length honestly impressing you. But Oberyn doesn’t have time to look up at you, he knows you’re gawking at him. Of course you are, it’s the first time he’s been naked in front of you. 

He grunts slightly when he rolls the condom onto himself, sighing out deeply as he slides it down. Licking your lower lip, you internally hope you get to see him like this again. There’s no way you won’t go down on him if you get this chance again. 

“Lay back for me,” He repeats, returning to you quickly. And he watches as you move, shimmying further up on the bed so he can climb on with you. 

With one hand, he grabs his base, releasing a deep breath above you. Leaning on his forearm, he swallows, now looking up at you. Briefly, he worries; should you both be doing this? 

“It’s okay, baby,” Nodding, you reach out, holding either side of his face once again. He really likes when you do that. “Go on… please.”

Upon your request, he moves forward, connecting your lips when he notches his head at your entrance. The slightest amount of pressure from him makes you gasp, moaning into his mouth when he continues forward. 

“Oberyn,” Your hands slide around, holding the back of his head as you pant out quick breaths. 

“Take me,” He says in return, pressing his forehead to your own. “Take all of me, sweet thing.” 

“Oh…” His words make you moan, pressing your head back into the pillows. 

“Ugh,” It’s his first true, guttural groan, punching out of his lungs when he’s entirely seated inside. 

Oberyn’s muscular body presses against you as he allows himself to fall just the slightest bit. You can feel the weight of him, but not unbearably so, just enough for you to know he’s there. And it’s comforting to you. Again, you lift your legs, only this time you wrap them around him.

“How does it feel, sweetling?” Oberyn asks, swallowing thickly. He’s struggling, he’s throbbing. 

“Baby,” Clinging to him desperately, you whine. “You know how good it feels.” 

Shoving his head into the crook of your neck, he groans, grinding his hips into you. And before you even have time to fully moan, he’s pulling himself back halfway before re-sheathing himself inside you. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, you know how a man feels. But there’s something about the way he rocks himself into you that’s just… different. It’s fiery, overwhelming… it’s consuming you. 

He’s making more noise than you expected him to, grunts and groans as he picks up his pace, relentlessly sliding himself into you. Turning your head, you purr devilishly beneath him. “Do you enjoy being inside me, Oberyn?” Brushing aside the hair on his forehead, you hum, pressing your smile against his cheek.

“You enticing little thing…” He groans in response, opening his smiling mouth to breathe. 

“Tell me.” You request again. He then gives you a forceful thrust, making you gasp. 

“I love this,” Oberyn finally admits, deciding to now reciprocate your sweet wording. “I love being inside you, baby.” 

“Oh, I love it when you call me that, I love it…” You’re finding it difficult to keep this up, your small conversation. He’s continuing to pick up the pace of his hips, his muscles tensing and flexing against your bare skin. 

“You beautiful thing, letting me have you.” He mutters into your shoulder, grunting with each powerful thrust of his hips. Oberyn’s hand lowers, finding your thigh and grabbing for the beautiful curves of your backside. And then he moves his face, dropping it down to your chest to lick along the curves of your breasts. He’s touching every part of you that he can.

“Oberyn,” Shoving your head back, you arch against him, feeling his teeth graze your pebbled skin. Sloppily, he laps at your left nipple, breathing heavily against your perfectly pliant body. “It feels so, so good when you touch me like that.”

“Really?” He inquires, groaning forcefully when he feels your hips begin to roll up to meet his thrusts. “I’ll do it more often, then.” 

“You will?”

“Yes,” His deep voice promises, “If you’ll let me.”

“I’ll let you.” Breathing out a laugh, you shake your head. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

Lifting his head, he presses his nose to your cheek. “Is that a promise?”

Without verbally responding, you turn your head, bringing his lips back to yours. It’s sloppy, the repeated reunion of your lips, Oberyn’s tongue diving inside your mouth and allowing you to taste your own sex. 

“Oberyn!” His thrusts have become so forceful that they’ve hit something deep inside you, something that makes you squirm and cry out for him. 

“Give into it,” He suddenly demands, “Give into the sensation of it, sweet thing.”

Digging your nails into his upper back, your eyes roll, closing entirely as he finally begins to shake above you. His moans echo into the back of your mouth, his heated breaths washing your lips with a humid wetness. 

“Fuck,” You wine quietly, clinging to him. 

Oberyn can feel how deeply you’re being affected by his actions, can feel your insides pulsating around him. And he wants to bring you another high. So, he changes his angle again, shifting his legs so he can pound himself down into your fluttering center. 

“Oberyn, please,” Comes your high cry. “P-Please don’t stop.”

His hips slap down against your own, groaning into your shoulder as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck once more. Your stuttered whines sound similar to the noises you made when he was between your thighs, a sense of satisfaction blooming inside him when he feels your hips start to jerk beneath him. 

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?” He chokes out, “Do you want me inside?”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes!”

Your body rocks with every one of his thrusts, finally feeling his muscles seize up. While his tip keeps pressure over your sensitive inner space, his hips stall, now grinding deeply into you. A sensation of absolute bliss floods his body, euphoria filling him from head to toe. Pinching his eyes shut, he groans, huffing out deep breaths into your neck. And your limbs continue to hold him, keeping him inside while you release around his length. 

“Perfect girl,” He groans out harshly. “Doing just what I ask of you.”

As your body shivers beneath him, your hands begin to soothe the pain you brought to his skin. Gently, your fingertips run over the marks your nails made along his skin, feeling the tightness in his muscles begin to relax. He admires this about you, your genuine care for him. 

Once he catches his breath, Oberyn begins to kiss you all over again. He starts at your shoulder, making his way up your neck, across your jawline, over your chin. And when he gets to your lips, you’re smiling, and all because of him. 

Slowly and gently, he pulls out of you, sighing out a breath once he does. But he doesn’t move away from you, he keeps himself pressed to your skin. Snuggling his arms between your back and the bed, he holds you, allowing you to steady your breaths in unison. 

“Will you stay?” You quietly ask, petting his hair. He wonders if he should. 

Lifting his head from your neck, he looks down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Those deep eyes search your own, staring into your soul. Internally, you each wonder… could this be more?

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[aubreysheadspace]

hi hi!! how are you? hope you're doing well :) !!!!! please tell me if this is too much, you know how specific i am with requests;;;;;

may i request a reader who is related to mari and sunny (together or separate, you decide!) and is the middle sibling? (this should be familial, of course). reader like any other middle sib, they're overshadowed and forgotten by their own parents (and even when their parents remember them they treat reader like a person who's just.. there). mari and sunny didn't like that, so they try to treat reader like someone who's important. of course, it may or may not cause some sibling rivalry between them but even that, nobody really gets hurt nor it strained any relationship so it's fine!! :D now, what does mari and sunny think about their parents neglecting reader and reader themselves? you decide!

MARI AND SUNNY REACTING TO READER BEING NEGLECTED AS THE MIDDLE SIBLING (PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL)

MARI COMING IN WITH SUPER COOL IDEAS!??!? as the youngest in my family I can never relate X)) hope u enjoy!

SUNNY would probably be the first to recognize what’s happening and eventually tells MARI about it.

of course they would feel bad, they’re your siblings!

they would try to make you feel include if they do any sibling activity, because in their hearts, you’re family

maybe you had ok scores in test, grades, etc. so MARI would always help you study for an upcoming test so that you could show your parents a good grade on your paper!

maybe you didn’t have any talents that wowed your parents, so SUNNY could at least try and help you find something you’re really good at, even if he fails at it

none of it mattered though, no matter what you did, your parents favored your older sister and younger brother the most.

it took a great effect on your self esteem, and obviously not in a good way. you started to separate yourself from the two and even started to slowly envy them for being perfect in your parents eyes, well mostly MARI

they would be greatly upset if you stop yourself from spending time with them now that you envy them so much. MARI would talk with her and your parents to at least show that they’re grateful for you

they would still keep inviting you to their picnics with their friends, they still want to spend time with you because you’re family. eventually, MARI would talk to you about everything and SUNNY would just tag along, hoping that at the end of the day, you still love them because you’re all family and "family sticks together"

it would take some time, but eventually you start to spend time with them again, trying to ignore the fact that they’re both more loved than you. surely though, nothing bad would happen in the future to strain the relationship you three try to build back up again, right?..

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori x reader #omori #omori sunny x reader #omori mari x reader #omori sunny #omori mari #mallory!~

[robynlilyblack]

hey love! i just had a pretty bad day and i got a bad grade for a test i studied hard for.. so i was wondering if you could write Hermione Granger x fem!reader, and the reader had a bad day and got a bad great and Hermione comforts her, telling her it’s okay and yk just lots of cuddles and fluff :)

Bad day

Hermione Granger x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n's had the worst day, good thing her girlfriend is there to let her know it’s all going to be okay

Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, lots of fluff and shameless flirting

A/n: 0.8k words, wolfstars daughter and can be in the same universe as this fic, thank you for the request and I hope you’re feeling better now too. Hope you like it and lots of cuddles to you 💛

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“Wow the smartest girl in schools dating an idiot” 

You resisted the urge to cry in the middle of class, holding it in until the class was dismissed and you rushed out. As you left your eyes glazed over so much you didn’t see your girlfriend sitting on a wall outside for you

Her heart broke at the sight, quickly moving to catch up with you “Sweets?” she says sounding worried

You look at her, tears already falling. You felt like such a failure, not only for yourself but to her, she helped you study for it and yet you still failed. How stupid do you have to be to fail an exam Hermione Granger, the smartest, and prettiest, girl in the world prepared you for personally

You hadn’t even noticed she was leading you back to her dorm until you reached it, too caught up in your bad thoughts, the disappointment you feared from the one you loved most

“You want to talk about it?” she wonders, hand in yours as she pulls you over to sit next to her on the bed

“Bad day” you say quietly 

She moves to straddle your lap, hugging you right away “It’s over now” she says softly, kissing your temple and you melt under touch 

“There’s something else” you confess after a few minutes and she pulls back

She tilts her head, fingers gently wiping the tears as they fall “What sweets? Someone mean to you because I’ll kick their arse, I’m smarter than the twins I can make them suffer worse than they could ever dream” she says and you let out a giggle, she was always so protective over you

Your smile fades as you speak “I failed the test” you frown, looking down unable to watch her reaction

“Oh sweets” she sighs but it doesn’t sound disappointed in you, she could never be disappointed by you “Look at me” her fingers move to raise your jaw, gently making you look at her

 “Are you mad?” 

She shakes her head “No of course not” she cups your cheeks “You tried really hard…” she starts, her voice soothing but your still in your own head

“Wasn’t good enough though” you mutter cutting her off “I’m not good enough” you scrunch up your face, feeling the tears coming again

She gives you a sad look “One test doesn’t define your worth” you nose scrunches again and her hands shift backwards on your cheeks “Listen to me, it doesn’t. Sometimes we have off days okay, one bad grade doesn’t make you any less of an utterly amazing human being…well utterly amazing…” she kisses your cheek “…beautiful…” she kisses your other cheek “…smart…” then your nose “…witch” and she finishes by pecking your lips

Your face softens at her words and kisses, lips tugging up “You don’t mind having a dumb girlfriend?” you pout

She tuts at you “You aren’t dumb” she says firmly “Smarts isn’t just how much you know, I’m book smart sure but with people I’m lost. You know I don’t actually hate quidditch, I just say I do because I lack the know how to understand it” she confesses 

“Really?” you look at her surprised but your smile is growing, feeling lighter

She nods “Yeah, wizard chess too. Why do you think I’ve never played it? There’s no way in hell I’d live it down if Ron or Harry bet me” she exclaims and you both giggle

“My lips are sealed” you pretend to lock them

“Better be” she says playfully “My image would be ruined!” she says overdramatically, falling off your lap and onto the bed beside you

She smiles up at you, laying on her back, before beginning to giggle to herself while you watch her fondly. Not many people got to see this side of her, the giggly weird her she kept behind closed doors, doors even Harry and Ron had never fully opened, merely peeked inside

“You are so beautiful” the words fall from your mouth easily and she stops giggling, now smiling up at you, suddenly shy “Even prettier now” you flirt

“Stop” she whines, turning and burying her head into the covers

You giggle “Never love” you shift on the bed, laying on your stomach and peering at her, heart fluttering as she peaks her head out at you

“How did we go from me comforting you to you making me all…” she bites her lip

You smirk “Hot and bothered” you wiggle your eyebrows

Her eyes widen, hitting you playfully “You’re gonna kill me one day, seriously your...” she trails off seeing your cheeky look "okay...siriusly your gonna make me combust or something" she corrects

You laugh, shuffling closer to her “Maybe but before that day comes can I get a hug from my favourite person?” you ask, tugging one of her curls behind her ear slowly, soaking up the feeling of her soft skin

She closes her eyes briefly at your touch before opening her arms and letting you lay your head on her chest "Always" she kisses your hair, arms coming around protectively while yours wrap around her waist

“It’s gonna be okay” she says after a few seconds

"I know" You hold her that little bit tighter “I love you so much” you lean on your chin to look up with her “I hope tell you that enough” 

She soothes your hair “You do, not just in words but in everything you do” she smiles down at you, eyes filled with love “And that’s one of the many reasons I love you sweets”

"You know" you lean up and kiss her lips "I may be a flirt but you've got me wrapped around your pretty little finger" you lace your hand with hers, thumb and forefinger fiddling with hers

"Do I now?" she says grinning "And should I use this new found knowledge for good..." she looks at you with a mischievous glint you loved more than anything "...or for evil!" she launches into a tickle attack, leaving you in fit of giggles until you eventually surrender with the promise of a kiss...maybe today wasn't so bad after all

Thank you for reading 💛

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[lizthewriter]

💖  for harry potter universe please? if you have the time? (also i adore your writing!)

my name is emma, i’m bi and i’m an extrovert (entp according to myers briggs). my hobbies are reading, playing soccer and writing poetry. i’m also a very bad artist and enjoy pottery for fun (and not for the end result which is always a mess lol). another hobby of mine, if it counts as a hobby, is debating with people about almost anything. i just love a good debate and love going back and forth on a topic for hours.

in my friendships i am down for anything and will do anything for my friends. even though i’m typically the one getting us into trouble because i truly will try anything once and tend to act without thinking it through fully. i’m also just a huge talker and can talk my way into and out of anything. but if a friend needs me i will drop everything to be there for them. i missed a final exam once to fly to see one of my friends when her boyfriend dumped her. and i would do it again lol. much to the chagrin of my parents.

other details…. my style is fairly feminine with lots of skirts and silk dresses and ballet flats. my dream city to live in is marseille and my dream profession is to be a writer and somehow make money with poetry and novels. i’m studying philosophy and french at school. i barely sleep because i wake up every morning at 6 and can’t fall asleep until late in the night. i love cooking new recipes and baking for friends.

my love language to others is giving them gifts. my love language to receive is quality time. i can be pretty guarded romantically and use humor as a coping mechanism and it can take a long time to actually know me. i’m slow to trust and i’ve never had a long relationship bc i always end up breaking up with them around the three month mark. i just get kind of scared of commitment and love. (even though i do want those things.)

also according to all the tests and quizzes i am either a slytherin or a ravenclaw. i can never decide which fits best. though i do have intense ambition and tend to be an all or nothing type of person. like while i do get great grades and have never failed a class, i am so bad at actually studying and i tend to procrastinate until the last minute and still get an a. so i’m not quite studious but i am smart. and a little conceited sometimes which definitely doesn’t ever help me.

i hope this is enough? or not too much? i tend to be too much so sorry if this is.

hey emma! gosh, i . . . . the way i read this and immediately thought to myself, wow this girl is so much like me 💀 especially with the apologizing for being too much at the end 😭😭 before i start, unprecedented rant: please don't ever apologize for being too much. one, you gave me the perfect amount of detail about you, absolutely what i was looking for! two, never let anyone make you feel bad for "being too much" or "talking too much," there is no such thing, only people who are boring and have no personality don't like talkers 🙄 you seem like a really nice person <33 DON'T LET THE HATERS GET YOU DOWN!!

anyways, moving on 🙃 honestly, i can see you with either theodore nott or pansy parkinson, but mostly theo. in any case, you're definitely in a enemies-to-lovers or friends-to-lovers scenario.

with theo, you guys start out as great friends who tend to have a lot of witty banter amongst each other. most likely you met through some sort of study group or through mutual friends and began to bond that way. theo would for sure be the first to fall for you - he loves a girl who can rebuttal his arguments and debate with him without just giving up when they don't win the argument. he appreciates your wit and ambition, as well as your soft side. he probably first fell in love with you when you dropped everything to be there for him on a bad day, and subsequently, he later admired his feelings for you in a similar situation.

theo's not good with his emotions in any way, shape, or form - so he never admits when he's feeling down. procrastinating your upcoming exam, you decide to go hang out with theo in his dorm. but you find the dorm empty at first, with no one in sight. you call our for theo's name, and search all around the dorm before turning towards the bathroom. the door was closed, but it was obviously occupied because of the shadow and light coming out of it. you knocked on the door. "theo, are you in there?" you hear a small "no" in response, followed by a sniffle. "i can't come in cause i don't know if you're... indecent or whatever. please, let me in?" there's a silence after that, one that concerns you a worrying amount, but soon you hear him and get off the floor and open the door. you expect him to let you in, but as soon as your in his sights, he throws his arms around your neck. he's an abysmal mess, his hair tusseled (more than usual), his eyes red and puffy. you can feel the shoulder of your shirt become stained with your tears. at first, it's the shock that causes you to sit in there before wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. "what's wrong?" at his silence, you tell him to take his time and lead him over to the bed, sitting him down and hugging his side. you sit there for a long time before he explains to you that today was the day his mother died. you never knew he didn't have a mother, let alone that she was dead. "god i'm so sorry, really theo . . . i didn't know." so the two of you sit there for a good long while, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you rub his shoulders, not caring for the burning pain growing in your fingers. theo needs you right now. and in the end, after who knows how long, he sits up and looks at you. his expression is so odd, you don't know what to think - it honestly makes you nervous trying to understand what he's thinking about. he abruptly blurts out, "will you go out with me." it was more a statement then anything and so unexpected you started to laugh. there he was, his face red and hair messy, staring at you completely serious, awaiting your response . . . "all right."

(i hoped you liked this, i'm sorry if it was terrible 😭😭)

#— [ glizzy posts ☆ ] #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic #harry potter #slytherin boys

[lurkingteapot]

Laws of Attraction กฎแห่งรักดึงดูด Ep. 2

Same precedure as last week, including apologies to those who've seen this before. Includes translation of the writing on Tonkhao's picture and (attempt at) translation of bits on the documents Chaan receives in the last flashback.

open with something heartbreaking, why won't you? Tonkhao is so worried about that one failing/barely passing (not sure) grade, and the family being like "oh c'mon, one bad grade isn't the end of the world"? I am EMOTIONAL.

oh fuck. these are the WORST dreams. I guess at least Tinn had the questionable luck of remembering she died before he woke up, because waking up and feeling good because the memories or dream of a deceased person was nice and only then remembering they've passed? that's brutal.

WOW, that's a swanky place.

adfadfadsf idk WHAT Chaan's game is, but the whole "I'm just gonna let you jump to conclusions" sure is something.

… yeah, I'd be suspicious too, Tinn. But also Chaan, don't spring the "that might not've been an accident" on the man like that.

oof, IDK which show said it– feels like a Doctor Who thing? but those are some of the most dangerous and powerful words in the world. "let me help".

afaasfsdfads "I've never chased a guy like this" Chaan, not the time

no way that was a regular break-in

asdfasdfasdf

idk what they're building up to with Thaenthai and his bodyguard, but I'm intrigued

OH is that what they were looking for? something of Tonkhao's?

oh, ow.

Writing in picture reads:

Family. Granny Aew's Jaew Hawn (Isaan type hotpot) Love great-grandma and Uncle Tinn the most in the world

Chaan's got Tinn's sister and grandma wrapped around his little finger, huh. that was fast.

Chaan, just saying, I think he'd probably listen to you more if you told him things like this up front

Yeah, what do they want?

okay, this dude is a complete n00b at B&E, but also isn't Tinn a trained Taekwondo instructor? I feel like this should be easier for him

LOL at the motorcycle chase

Chaan to the rescue?

I love that shirt, but why is it already stained even though he just-- oh, continuity, okay.

his indignant little "I'm bleeding here" I -- Chaan, do you take anything seriously?

Chaan being a huge baby over having his cut cleaned gives me LIFE

also sorry not sorry but the way that ring lies at Chaan's throat … 👀 I'm assuming that wasn't on purpose, but. collar vibes

I feel like this is the last time we see this dude alive. Also wow Thaenthai and his anger issues and shirts? giving Vegas here, I said what I said.

oh, exposition by the way of Issues, gotcha. Also I'm willing to put money on Thaenthai and his bodyguard having something going on, or being on the way there.

Bodyslam!

AND IT'S SILVY!!!

wow, what a juxtaposition

okay this legalese quoting is a thing with him, huh.

oof, this kid is even less okay than I thought

oh, granny has adopted Chaan

okay, what gives, why are the cops suddenly willing to help?

oh, of course.

I've decided I love when Chaan quotes legalese, but I also definitely will have to catch the subs for these bits.

afsdfadfasdfas Granny

Chaan flirting and Tinn suspicious, the eternal dance

I BUY the revenge thing, but I also don't think that's the whole truth

wow, we get jaded lawyers a lot, but Chaan really is a different level

I like that they're on more even footing now, with Tinn having found something to push at, too

Pending legal case # 8943/2560 (= 2017) Pending legal case # 2190/2560 Judge's bench (??) 201 on the 20/07/60 (= '17)

Chaan's only six years on the job and changed this much? oof.

was his mum wearing that ring in the flashback?

This was another absolutely wild ride and I cannot wait for next week.

#laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #laws of attraction 2023 #กฎแห่งรักดึงดูด #laws of attraction ep 2 #bl watch liveblog #bl watch live blog #translation #my nonsense

[thestrugglingstudent]

220628 - Hello!! Long time no post here 🥲 I'm really sorry about that.

I'm gonna be super real and sincere right now, okay?

I have been debating with myself whether or not I should post this but I decided that, even though this is my studyblr account, it is also some sort of personal diary so, yes, I am going to be real through and through.

"The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea." - Rhian Ellis, After Life

I have been thinking about that quote for a while now. I haven't posted for the past few days because I'm kinda in a dark place right now. I had my Numerical Algorithms exam a few days back and I'm pretty sure I blew it.

This was an exam I have been studying for for months and I blew it. It's my fault, of course. I just...blanked out in the middle of it. I came home that day feeling too numb to even cry (I spent the next couple of days in bed like that too, I couldn't find it in me to get up. It was not good)

I finally got up today, to continue studying for my next exam on the 1st of July (wow, July already?!) and I guess I just wanted to share with yall that studying is not just pretty notes and good grades; it's also about failing, learning from it and growing (I, myself, am still trying to internalize this)

I am so disappointed in myself, I want to shut down. However, I AM working on me being okay with this failure - it's really hard; every time I think about it, all I want to do is to stare at a wall and cry but I am trying my best to move on from it and focus on the next big thing.

I hope you guys are taking care of yourselves - drink enough water and put on sunscreen before going out, okay?

Have a good week!

Ps - the sky was absolutely lovely this afternoon, it made me really happy

#study inspiration #studyblog #studyblr community #studygram #studying #100dop #motivation #stem academia #study #study notes #notes #productive #procrastination #learning #exams #university #university student #school #college #study aesthetic #studyspiration #college studyblr #new studyblr #study with me #studyblr #study motivation #sad thoughts

[merryfortune]

Propeller Sprout

Title: Propeller Sprout

Ship: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Fandom: yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,254

Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Established Relationship

   “So cute…” Miyu mumbled to herself as she scribbled in her notebook.

   Aoi’s ears pricked up whilst she read a novel from the other end of the lounge. She felt Miyu squirm, her toes scrunched up and brushed up against Aoi. It wasn’t a very big lounge. Not when Miyu was sitting in one of end of it and basically laid out over it.

   “What’s cute?” Aoi asked.

   “You are.” Miyu flirted and poked out her tongue.

   Ever easy to fluster, Aoi felt her cheeks turn a rose pink.

   “You are!” Miyu insisted. How could she not as her girlfriend looked even more adorable than she did before?

   “Am not.” Aoi denied, though it was pointless to.

   “Are too.” Miyu continued to banter. “And,” she added, she began to get up, her chest all puffed out as she happily debuted her trump card, “I have proof.”

   “Alright, then, let’s see it.” Aoi replied.

   Exactly what Miyu wanted to hear.

   She really wanted to show Aoi what she was working on.

   Back at her school, Miyu was quite well known through a few of the different faculties over there. In the sports faculty, she was known for being a shark in the water. She was a swift and strong swimmer, the star of the swim club with many accolades conjoined to her name.

   Then in the arts department, she was also known for her talent and craft with a pen and paper. She was quite diverse when it came to what she was able to draw. Everyone in her classes knew that she could draw the cutest little anime characters or the creepiest portraits. Sometimes even both at once. She wasn’t good at non-character related mediums but she would give anything a crack once. Watercolours, acrylics, clay, it didn’t matter. Miyu loved to get creative.

   Though, conversely, she was known through the other departments of the school - like science, language, history, and mathematics, for example - for being an awful student. Flaky and undisciplined, rubbish at logic and recollection but shhh. This isn’t about the grades that Miyu was failing but rather the ones she was good at.

   Like art.

   “Tada.” Miyu said as she sat up, legs tucked under her like an eccentric genius detective from a certain supernatural-mystery anime, and flipped her notebook around so she could show Aoi her latest drawing.

   It was just a sketch. Nothing too serious, pfft. It wasn’t half bad. 

   But Aoi’s jaw dropped as she felt as though she were looking into a black and white photograph of… herself. The portrait was gorgeous, thin lead lines which overlapped here and there but that just added charm to the shading, all to make a somewhat realistic portrait of her: Zaizen Aoi.

   “Wow, Miyu, this is… oh my gosh.” Aoi stammered.

   “Aww, I’m gonna get a big head if you keep that up, ma’am.” Miyu smugly replied, like she wasn’t rolling around in glee on the inside.

   “No, really, thank you, I think its lovely, I hope you’re happy with it.” Aoi replied.

   “Oh, I am.” Miyu said.

   Aoi laughed. There was the lack of humbleness that she had been expecting.

   “Do you know what my favourite part of it is?” Miyu asked. 

   “Er, um…” Aoi erred as she was put on the spot.

   “C’mon, guess. It’s easy, I swear. Anyone could tell, I think.” Miyu egged her on.

   “Alright then.” Aoi replied.

   Miyu made sure she held her notebook steady so Aoi could get an extra good look at the drawing. Her eyes scanned left to right then up and down. She held her breath as she began her assessment.

   Was it her fringe? It looked so fluffy with just the suggestion of linework and some fuzzy shading. Or maybe her cheekbones? Miyu had rubbed out the lines there multiple times to get the curvature right, Aoi could tell from the eraser work but maybe she wasn’t that happy with it if it took multiple tries. It could even be her lips. That would make sense. Miyu had drawn them extra stylistically kissable, Aoi would think anyway but then of course.

   The delight of every artist, surely.

   “My eyes.” Aoi finally guessed.

   Miyu made a buzzer noise then chirped, “Nope. Close though.”

   “I see…” Aoi murmured as her brows furrowed together. She continued to study the portrait.

   Though that made Miyu impatient. She had been totally certain Aoi would guess correctly on the first try. 

   “Aww, come on, it's totally your charm point.” Miyu gave a hint.

   Aoi stared for another three seconds and then her shoulders slumped, “I give up.” she said with a defeatist sigh.

   “Your propeller sprout, duh!” Miyu said.

   “My what?” Aoi snorted quizzically.

   “Your propeller sprout!” Miyu repeated herself to little recognition.

   Aoi’s lack of response continued to be lacklustre. So Miyu sighed and with startling precision, for not being able to see her own drawing, she pointed on the picture of Aoi she had drawn what Aoi’s “propeller sprout” was: the little pokey-outie bit at the back of her hair. The bane of her morning hair care routine.

   “Ohhh…” Aoi said. “I call it my cowlick.”

   “Well it's very cute whatever it is.” Miyu replied snidely.

   Aoi laughed.

   “It is.” Miyu affirmed.

   “It's so annoying though, it never sticks down when I want it to! So many school picture days ruined by it…” Aoi complained.

   Miyu gasped dramatically, “How dare! It’s your charm point, or so says me.” 

   Miyu’s antics continued to make Aoi smile and laugh. A bit harder now to consider it an annoyance now, she supposed. But the point, already well and truly made by now, was still not made enough in Miyu’s eyes as she scooted in closer to her girlfriend, putting away her notebook.

   “It’s so cute and fluffy, see?” Miyu said.

   She reached out and Aoi’s heart skipped a beat. Miyu toyed with the so-called propeller sprout at the back of her head, proving just how fluffy - and bouncy - it was. With just a stroke of her pointer finger, Miyu had it swaying side to side.

  “Okay… it's a little cute.” Aoi grumbled.

   “Told you.” Miyu said.

   But instead of fully retreating her hand, she ran it through the rest of Aoi’s hair. It was soft and, well, fluffy. Her bob-cut slowly growing out, she wanted it to be long again, sort of like when she was a tiny tot again. Miyu smiled as she caressed Aoi’s cheek, though with clumps of Aoi’s hair through her fingers.

   “Are your fingers stuck…?” Aoi asked, embarrassed.

   “Ah, no, just thinking about how, well, all of you is cute. I shouldn’t limit your cuteness to just one charm point.” Miyu replied.

   Aoi’s face went strawberry red. Miyu’s words were so sweet and earnest, it was hard to consider them flirting. She just said whatever she was thinking. She was that kind of person, free and open as a book. 

   “You are so shameless.” Aoi squealed.

   “I can’t help myself.” Miyu giggled.

   Though she did let go of Aoi’s hair and picked up her notebook again. She had some more ideas on how to draw Aoi now. Though, she didn’t retreat into her end of the lounge, instead she changed how she sat and snuggled into Aoi’s side. Aoi let her and placed her arm over Miyu’s neck and shoulders. She could probably read with just one hand so long as she was clever.

   Meanwhile, Miyu began to draw some cartoony takes on Aoi’s physical appearance and her cute propeller sprout.

#femslash #zinniashipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #sugisaki miyu #writing tag #propeller sprout #is.... is this first time this year i've posted a fic for no reason like no bingo no challenge no prompt meme no nothing??? #for my own?? satisfaction??? #sugoi. but also. concerning. if so.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Have you ever wondered what went down at Blake South College during season 3? How did the dynamic change by having Michel there?

And most importantly, what were Jim and Yam up to as they were secretly/not-so secretly dating?

I also tried establishing how an eventual P.E lesson would be, because we never see them take that and I figure they would.

Also, I tackled a bit how the friends like to push each other to date boys, even though it is with good intentions. And make them kinda realize it and hopefully stop.

Read on ao3 or under the cut:

Jim and Yam sat at their desk, trying to focus on the lesson. Emphasis on trying.

Their eyes were on Michel. They knew he was in love with Luna, and he was so obvious about it. Luna had absolutely no idea, so they just found it funny to see if she ever reacted to his clear flirting attempts. This far, she had not.

“Michel?” the teacher called, “Do you know the answer to this question?”

Michel stared at the board, question marks practically floating around his head. “Uh… I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?”

“No…”

“Does anyone else know?”

Michel looked down on the desk, ashamed for not knowing. It was similar to how Luna looked down on her desk just 2 years prior. They were practically the same person!

But Luna wasn’t like she was 2 years prior anymore. While Jim and Yam themselves ducked, cause they had to admit they did not know either, Luna raised her hand.

“I know it!”

The teacher beamed. “Can you get up and show me?”

Luna did. As she finished writing, she gave a smile to the class.

“That was the correct answer! Good job, Luna. You may be seated.”

“Wow!” Michel exclaimed as class was dismissed. “I didn’t know you were such a genius, Luna.”

“No, I am not,” Luna admitted. “Trust me when I say that I am just as confused as you a majority of the time. I just happened to know that particular question, and it’s whenever I do know that I try to compensate for all the times I don’t.”

“She was just like you some years ago,” Jim said, comforting Michel by patting his arm.

“I was even worse!” Luna sighed, “I didn’t understand anything. It was like a new language to me. I was on the edge of failing all the time. But after getting used to it… now I guess I have mediocre grades.”

Everyone laughed.

“Mediocre grades are better than failing,” Michel said.

“But you’d want the best score in the school, like Nina!” Yam said, staring at Nina.

Nina chuckled, “School is just easy for me.”

“And Nina has helped school get a little easier for me, too,” Luna admitted. “Seriously, without her I am not sure if I’d even still be in school.”

“Oh, the next class is in like 20 minutes!” Jim said.

The next class was P.E, which meant that they needed some time to change into their gym outfits. Just like Blake had normal school uniforms, they also had uniforms for gym class. None of them had that good grades in P.E, not even Nina, although she still had the best grade of them even in this class, but as they roller skated so much, they weren’t all too weak either. 

The teacher told them to practice throwing balls to each other in groups. So, Luna, Nina, Jim, Yam and Michel were in a group. They all threw the ball to each other, but they soon noticed something. 

“Why are you only throwing the ball to Luna?” Jim asked Michel.

“I’m not!” he argued. He then threw the ball to Nina. Jim and Yam exchanged looks.

Nina passed the ball to Yam, who passed it to Jim, who passed it to Luna. Luna then passed it back to Jim, Jim passed it to Yam, and then Yam passed it to Michel.

“You two are just passing it to each other, too!” he argued.

“They always do,” Luna said, smirking. Jim and Yam nervously smiled. 

Michel once again passed to Luna, but he threw the ball really weirdly, making not even a person with the best catching ability be able to catch it.

“What was that?” Luna giggled.

“I just threw it.” 

“That was a really weird throw!”

“I threw like normal!”

“No, you threw like this!” Luna mimicked his throwing and the ball ended up bouncing on his arm. “Ow!” he exclaimed, but had a huge grin. He then threw the ball back at her. The two laughed, now throwing the ball back at each other.

“Aww!” Jim and Yam exclaimed. Nina looked at them and raised both of her eyebrows. All three girls saw what was going on. 

After class was over, they were back in the changing room.

“So, what do you think about Michel?” Jim asked Luna.

Luna was brushing her hair. “He’s funny and sweet!”

“And you haven’t noticed how he looks at you?”

“And how he talks to you?” Yam added.

Luna sighed. “Girls, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends, but maybe there’s something more?” Yam wiggled her eyebrows. ”Don’t you want that?”

Luna put down her brush and gave them a look.

“Alright… Yam, how’s it going with Ramiro?”

“What?”

“I’ve seen how you look at each other. Clearly, it’s not gonna be far until you’re dating again.”

Yam stood up. She stared at Luna, about to say something. Then she sighed and walked out of the changing room.

“Yam, wait!” Jim called.

“If they keep pushing me that I have feelings for a boy then I’ll do the same for them,” Luna argued. Nina didn’t know what to say.

”Yam…” Jim catched her breath as she got up to Yam. ”Yam, are you ok?”

”I am…” Yam admitted. ”I… you know, Luna’s right.”

”About Ramiro?”

”No! She has a point in how we always just… push each other to get closer to boys. We always have.”

”We’re supportive of our friends,” Jim said.

”I know. But we always have to remember how it is to be the one people are pushing on to date someone else. That’s how I even ended up dating Ramiro in the first place! Because everyone wanted me to! And I thought, sure, let’s do it. But then when we dated I just wanted to find a reason to break up… and when we tried dating once again, the same thing happened again. And maybe I was harsher than necessary on him… but he just reminded me of how people wanted me to go in a certain direction, how people wanted me to date certain people.. how people wanted me to date boys.” 

Jim opened her jaw, about to say something, but found herself to be speechless. She just stared at Yam for a brief moment, before putting a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry if I ever pressured you to date him. I thought you two were so good together. And he liked you.”

“Yeah. He liked me. But did I like him like that?”

It wasn’t a question for Jim to answer, Yam asked it for herself. And she soon had an answer.

“No. No, I didn’t. I just thought I did, I thought I… that it was a phase, or that I was confused, and when I started dating Ramiro it would go away, but it didn’t… and then I tried to date him again, and this time it felt just as wrong.”

“I know.” Jim grabbed her hands. She tucked a bit of hair behind Yam’s ear. Then she stood on her toes and kissed her on the lips. Yam smiled.

They met up with Luna and Nina eating lunch. 

“Hey, Luna…” Yam said, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s ok!” Luna exclaimed, smiling. She was not one to hold grudges, except if it was about a certain boy who fell off her fence, but he’s not present right now.

“No, it’s… well, the reason I got so upset about you asking me about Ramiro… it’s because I got reminded of…”

“Your breakup? Yeah, I’m sorry… I was just joking around, I don’t actually think-”

“No yeah, it’s fine. It was just that I remembered how annoying it was that people always… with good intentions of course, but still… pushed me to date him. And I realize I do the same thing with you and Michel. And I shouldn’t assume that you like him just because he’s all hot for you-”

“Yam.” Luna stood up. “It’s okay. And… I’m sorry if you felt annoyed.”

“It’s often people find something annoying, not realizing they do it to other people,” Nina said. “It’s just life.”

“And I’m not gonna assume you like a boy if I notice that he likes you ever again,” Luna said.

“We will try to do the same,” Jim said, “At least I will…” They all let out chuckles.

“Actually, it’s good that you won’t assume I like any boys,” Yam said. 

“How come?” Nina asked.

Yam grabbed Jim’s hand. “Well, I’ve known this for… a long time, but I’ve either thought it was a phase, or that I was confused, but… I’m… a lesbian.”

“And we’re dating!” Jim chimed in. 

Luna and Nina gasped.

“Of course!” Luna exclaimed, “That’s so… obvious! I mean, I thought everyone liked both boys and girls…”, She got an eyebrow raise from everyone after saying that, “... but I should’ve seen that you two… aww!” She ran up and gave them hugs.

“I didn’t see it,” Nina admitted. “This was a surprise! But that’s great, girls!”

The next day, Jim and Yam arrived at Blake holding hands. Meeting up with Nina, Luna and Michel, they decided to just go for it.

“Hi, girls!” Nina greeted them.

“Hii!” Yam said, and then she twirled Jim around and gave her a kiss.

“Ooh, so you will have tongue fights in the hallways from now on?” Luna asked with a grin.

“I wish I could do that with someone,” Michel commented. “Don’t you want that?”

Luna shrugged. “Maybe not in school…”

#jamweek #jim x yam #soy luna

[akihabaradivision]

Criss's Thoughts on Suginami Division

Ryuko Umemoto

"Wow, he looks and acts a lot like Samatoki-san! Not really surprising since the two know each other from what I hear. I've never met him, but Keiko has, and she didn't really have nice things to say about him. A shame. I hear he works as an animator, which means he must secretly be an anime fan! He'd fit right at home here in Akihabara if that's true!"

Maki Umemoto

"Wow, Professor Umemoto is joining the D.R.B. too?! That's awesome! It seems like all of my teachers are going to be competing against each other... or us! I wonder if they'd give us a failing grade if we beat them... I hope not! I'm barely passing as it is!"

"Besides that, Professor Umemoto is a nice, old guy! He doesn't get upset when I skip, and likes to hear about my adventures, though he always tells me to be careful. I wonder if he knows about my YouTube channel? I'll have to invite him to watch sometime!"

Shuu Edogawa

"Shuu-san! I see him a lot on my travels! The first time I met him was when I was asking some strangers for a place to stay for the night in Suginami. They seemed sorta... strange, and smelly. Thinking back now, maybe it wasn't a good idea. But then suddenly, Shuu-san appeared by my side and pulled me away quickly. He never explained 'why', but just said I could stay with him at his house. He looked really cute, so I said 'yes'! I really like him and his sisters! They're a lot of fun!"

山茶花 Zombeez

"I really like this team! And their team name is also cool! I don't know about 'Sazanka', but the 'Zombeez' part is awesome! I wonder if this means that they're all fans of the supernatural. If so, I've got to ask them to come with me on my 'ghost hunts'! I'm sure it'll be awesome having three guys with me! It may even increase my viewer count!"

#hypmic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #criss hiromi #suginami division #sazanka zombeez #ryuko umemoto #maki umemoto #shuu edogawa