nerdjo, who’d always be soso nervous about physical touch and kisses no matter how many times you peppered his face in them or cuddled together.
nerdjo, who loves the nights you stay over in his dorm because he got to watch admire you getting unready, sleep and wake up in the most adorable way. (in his eyes at least)
nerdjo, who gets super excited anytime you two go out together, feeling like a true boyfriend when he holds the door open for you or insists on paying the bill.
nerdjo, who shows you off in any way he can. wallpaper? you two in a photo booth. profile picture? you kissing his cheek. wallet? a picture of you in his digimon shirt.
nerdjo, who prays to whatever power rules over the universe that he’s doing this whole relationship at least decently right, too embarrassed to ask any of his friends for advice.
nerdjo, who absolutely dreads the week you get your period, overwhelmed whit what he should do, how he could help because god help him, he has no clue whatsoever.
nerdjo, who feels like the biggest idiot, beating himself up that he knew all those incredibly hard formulas but not what kind of pads his girl needs as he stands in the feminine hygiene aisle.
nerdjo, who literally read a whole book and watched a dozen videos on menstrual cycles that night.
nerdjo, who needs you smiling and happy at all times, making sure you had everything you possibly needed whenever you wanted.
nerdjo, who’s phone must be on dnd when studying, it’s really that serious, yet changed his settings so that ‘my lovely lady’ ‘s notifications were allowed.
nerdjo, who tries so hard to get it all right each time you two try something new and is all the more grateful for your reassurance the times it doesn’t go as planned.
nerdjo, who enjoys having little things of you around. the ribbon from your birthday present to him on his nightstand. your deodorant in his bathroom shelf. your panties under his pillow.
nerdjo, who cherishes everything about you. every single thing you do is sacred in his eyes, he quite literally feels like he’s in the presence of an angel.
nerdjo, who’s biggest nightmare is waking up without you by his side. without you in his life. but is reminded everyday that he doesn’t need to fear such a thing happening at all.
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nerdjo gets upset when you try to call someone else to help you with your homework when he claims he’s busy
“toru, can you help me with my chem homework? i’m not quite understanding this one question,” you call out as you lie on his bed, kicking your feet and tapping the pencil against your cheek.
he’s hunched over his desk as he declines, not even glancing at you, “can you wait? i’m doing my own homework right now, i need to focus.”
he sounds a bit agitated. his hand is tangled in his hair, and his leg bounces up and down.
so you hum quietly and nod to yourself, pulling out your phone and changing your mind, “alright, i’ll ask nanami to help me with it.”
satoru’s writing abruptly stops. his head whips around with a disgusted face as he screams, “huh?! wha— nanami? why him?”
before you can explain yourself, he’s already standing up and rushing over to you, pouncing on the bed as he explains, “no, come on, i’ll help you! i’m smarter, i have a better personality, i look way better, and i’m your best friend!!”
he scoots close to you, and your shoulders touch as he peers at the paper in front of you. he pouts, “come on, show me the question you’re struggling with!”
you tilt your head, and he wants to squeeze your cute cheeks together! you have an adorable, cheeky grin on your face like you were just messing with him.
you softly say, “toru, if it’s serious, you can go back to your homework. i can really just ask nanami, it’s not a big deal-“
“no!” he interrupts, “nanami doesn’t know what he’s talking about..”
part of it lies with his insecurity and jealousy. satoru doesn’t want anyone helping you besides himself, so the next time you ask for help with homework or with anything for that matter, he rushes to your side like it’s a life-or-death situation.
and he loves how you rely on him whenever you struggle with something. he loves how you immediately call him if you need something, and he especially loves how you praise and thank him when he’s helping you.
but the part he loves most is the little kiss you place on his cheek once he’s done, and how he thinks about it all night, wondering about what you’ll need him for next.
yes this may be corny and yes idgaf!! reqs r open for jjk only, sorry this came out late
you and your husband, nerdjo, rewatching his old science vlogs from his high-school days 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ
husband!gojo x f!reader, 16yo nerdjo mentioned, gojo has glasses, fluff | wc 1.3k
“…hey suguru, are you sure the camera’s set up correctly?”
you smile to yourself at the sound of satoru gojo’s voice — albeit a much younger and more boyish version of it — coming from your laptop as you put the video into full-screen.
you lean closer into your husband, the present-day satoru, who’s sat by your side with his brows pinched and lip jutted out as he watches his younger self dart across the camera frantically. you’re both curled up, the laptop upon your legs and your head on your husband’s shoulder, his own head resting atop yours. by his side is a bowl of brownies — a friday evening necessity for you two now — and his legs are tangled with yours beneath the blankets.
on the screen, ivory strands of hair flash across the screen as you watch the much younger version of him fuss with the camera, trying to focus it properly on himself. from the little portion of his face that you can see, he’s evidently stressed, chewing so hard on his lip that you’re sure that it’s bound to start bleeding at some point in the video.
after a few minutes of messing with the camera, a sixteen year old version satoru finally comes into view on your laptop. there’s something softer about him, an almost refreshingly naive sense of youth in his features as he beams at the camera, clearly pleased with himself for finally working it out.
“…okay! hello viewers! today’s video is going to be about determining planck’s constant using….” he rummages through the small tray to his left. “ah- this little guy!”
he holds up a tiny blue LED bulb, a huge grin on his face. “it doesn’t look like much, but there’s a crazy amount of quantum mechanics behind making this thing run!”
you snort at that, playfully nudging present-day satoru, who pouts and turns to face you.
“toru, you were such a dork!”
“i wasn’t! it is a pretty cool piece of physics — you just don’t understand!”
you can’t help but laugh harder at that, at which he groans and lifts a brownie to your lips.
“you’re doing too much laughing. just eat.”
you gasp, scandalised, pushing his hand away playfully. “you’re just trying to shut me up!”
“am not.”
you’re about to offer a witty comeback when you’re interrupted by the slightly distorted sound of video-satoru speaking to the non-existent viewers once more.
“…okay..so you can see here that i’ve set up the circuit. here,” he points at a power pack, “i’ve attached the power supply to a resistor. then i’ve attached the ammeter in series to our LED. oh, and of course the voltmeter is in parallel.” he lifts the LED bulb attached to two crocodile clips, holding it beside his face.
“hey, this shade of blue kinda matches my eyes! see?”
you feel satoru physically tense up a little by your side, clearly cringing at his past self too. you put a arm around him, rubbing his shoulder soothingly as though to comfort him that it isn’t that bad even though it really is.
“okay..now you’re gonna want to roll up a piece of cardboard to form a tube…” he demonstrates, eyes fixed on the surface of the table. his tongue is stuck out just slightly in concentration, a habit that seems to have followed satoru even into adulthood, before finally lifting it to his eye.
“it should look a little like a makeshift telescope….tada! like a pirate, i guess…guess you could say that it really looks like i’m about to walk the planck.” you’re sure you hear somebody snort at the terrible pun — presumably shoko, judging by the pitch of the noise.
you have to bite back your own laugh for the sake of your poor husband, who has now dramatically buried his head in his hands with a groan.
“my own wife hates me.”
“i don’t hate you toru! i think you were cute!”
“you think i was a total loser.”
“a cute loser!” you quip with a giggle, pushing his glasses back so you can study his face clearly and propping them upon his head. carefully, you study his features, as though to gauge whether he’s really embarrassed. of course, he’s got his signature pout on, dramatic as ever, but you can still see the slight crinkle in his eyes as he tries to fight off a smile.
he clearly enjoys the attention.
you sigh and playfully flick his forehead. “you are so dramatic! whatever, eyes on the screen. we still need to see the result of this experiment, right?” you pull his glasses back down, fixing them so that they’re now resting upon his nose.
video-satoru steps back slightly so that he’s fully in view, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater as he speaks.
“okay! so my friend shoko’s gonna turn off the lights now…and then i’m going to use this,” mini-satoru holds up the cardboard tube, “to block out any remaining light from the windows! my eyes are pretty sensitive to my surroundings already so i could technically skip this step, but for the sake of accuracy i’ll do it anyway.”
the lights flick off and you hear rustling on the screen before his voice sounds once more from somewhere in the dim classroom. the quality is too poor to properly make out his features amongst the sea of darkness.
“okay..so i’m going to keep gradually adjusting the resistance until i see it light up…”
as if on cue, the familiar soft white hair and cheesy grin come into view, illuminated by soft tones of lapis blue. the light seems to bounce off his features. the quality of the LED is much too poor to fully light up the room: instead, it flickers weakly, dancing across the boy’s face in uneven patches. nonetheless, the pleased grin on his face is so distinguishable, so satoru, and you feel your heart swell a little at the boyish look he flashes towards the camera.
with a little kick to his legs under the blanket, you mumble, “you were so cute toru…it’s not fair.”
you keep your eyes fixed on the animated actions of his younger self on screen, leaning further into him subconsciously as you pick up a brownie slice and take a bite.
“hey, aren’t i still cute now?”
“…don’t push it.” you mutter between chews.
the laugh he gives off is warm, hints of the sixteen year old version of him you’re watching on screen just slightly noticeable in it if you listen close enough. something about it all, about current-satoru’s messy white hair, the way his brows relax a little as he smiles, the hints of a cheeky grin evident on his face: it’s all so familiar, so unbelievably sweet and reminiscent of the naiver, smaller version of him currently rambling excitedly on screen.
the video comes to an end as you stare at satoru. you’re zoned out, eyes fixed on his features, staring at him as though deep in thought. eventually you realise that the video has already ended and that he’s already moving to shut the laptop, clearly somewhat relieved at the opportunity to turn it off, before you eventually speak up.
“next week we’re watching the most recent one.”
you murmur it with a sense of finality, and satoru can’t help but raise his eyebrow at the suddenness, a tone of worry seeping into his voice when he finally speaks.
“mm? why that one specifically?”
“…shoko told me you blew something up.”
“oh. that one.”
author’s notes: filler post since exams start tomorrow💔this is so embarrassing but i had to check the notes whilst writing this because i forgot how to do the practical
anyway physics paper 1 tomorrow and i’m writing a fic about one of the practicals do we think i’m getting that A*
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nerdjo! loved sleeping over in your apartment; truly, he did—it got him away from his roommates & their girlfriends being loud past midnight and saved him from being dragged to frat parties by his best friend.
Staying with you saved him from many a problem he didn't want to deal with in exam season, when all he wanted to do was study & spend time with his girlfriend.
There was only one problem when he stayed over, a very loud, very destructive, very confusing problem.
Your cat, Meatball.
The hellion would lose his fucking mind at two am, get the zoomies at all hours, run around like a madman, climb the walls & claim Gojo's backpack as his personal throne, almost daring your boyfriend to try him and leave.
Gojo didn't scare easily; he knew that. You knew that, but something about that tiny ball of fluff was absolutely petrifying.
"Mm, morning, Toru; morning, meatball." You mumbled, face smooshed down against your pillow as slivers of sunlight peeked through your thin curtains.
"Good morning." Gojo whispered, staying deathly still as your head rolled over to face him, a smile spreading wide on your lips.
"Aw, baby. He likes youuu." You teased, scooting closer, to scratch just behind the cats ear from where he slept.
Right on Gojo's chest, curled into a little ball.
"He's plotting my demise, my love. Get him off." Gojo hissed, stiffening as the cat reached one paw to his abs, followed by the other, before padding against the firm muscle.
"He's cuddling you." Your lips found his shoulder as you snuggled into his side, slowly grabbing your phone. "I need to document this."
"Babe, I don't even have my glasses on." Gojo groaned, turning his head towards yours, letting you snap one photo of his drowsy eyes. "I look like a train wreck."
"You look like you fell out of heaven... just with messy hair." You murmured, sitting up just enough to snap a photo of Meatball. The feline peeked one green eye open to watch as Gojo wrapped one arm around your shoulders.
"My love, you're just stalling so you don't have to disturb Meatball."
Your head almost melted into place as you hitched a thigh over his, cuddling into him—his fingertips tracing small shapes on your soft skin. "It's not my fault he's mesmerized by you."
"He's not mesmerized. He's torturing me—he hates me." Gojo mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as the cat sank his claws into his stomach before retracting & pulling his paws back to his chest. "See?"
"Baby... you cannot be serious. Meatball adores you." You giggled, pressing your face into his shoulder. "Every time you're here, he comes down from his cat tower and loses his mind; he's so excited.
"That's what that was?" He mumbled, glancing down at the cat, feeling the soft press of skin as your lips met his cheek.
"Of course... You really don't know how cats work, do you?" You whispered, slithering a hand up to rest against his chest, just above Meatball's tail. "He loves you."
"Well... my family never wanted a cat growing up, so this is my first experience with one." He admitted, bringing his free hand to slowly pet the cat's chin.
It only took a few seconds before the quiet purrs started.
a/n: i know this is so short im sorry, i had a busy week and took the weekend to rest. also idk how to put more than 10 images on one post and i can’t use tumblr on my computer what are we thinking ab making this a series…
with final exams rolling around the corner, your procrastination for studying was at an all time high—hence you roping in gojo to pull an all nighter study session together in his dorm room. not that he particularly needed the extra studying, he knew the material better than the professors themselves did, so he mainly focused his time onto teaching you.
it was exhausting, to say the least. he constantly had to pull you away from the most random ass distractions one would possibly think of. satoru had to deal with you wanting to; bail on studying to go and try the new starbucks iced dubai matcha latte, buy overpriced bikinis on tiktok shop although you were in the middle of the snowiest month of winter, and he even had to deal with you magically reviving your long lost habit of reading.
with a frustrated sigh, satoru practically had to pry the romantasy smut out of your surprisingly strong fingers.
“oh, come on! if you can spend hours on end reading nothing but straight porn, why can't you at least spend ten minutes reading the textbook??” he reasoned with an exasperated groan.
you blinked at him like he asked the stupidest question to date,
“hello? because i like thinking about getting railed, not about the type of wood the toilet william shakespeare was taking a shit on while dreaming up macbeth??”
“you’re so dramatic,” he sighs, “and for the record, it was mahogany.”
you stare at him unimpressed, "seriously?"
“no, smartass.” he quips with a smug smile growing on his face. you recognized that quirk of his lips, it usually meant he was about to start going on a long-ass geeky ramble. “mahogany was introduced to europe half a century after he died, since he died in 1616 and it was later discovered in the americas and the caribbean—”
your stomach grumbling like a foghorn put a pin to his little history lesson. his eyes soften in concern, now that he thinks about it, he can’t remember the last time he’s seen you eat since you two started this little study slumber party.
“you want something to eat?” he offers quietly, already opening doordash on his phone “i can order that stupid consumerist starbucks junk, if you still want it?”
“ooh, yes please! and it's not consumerist, it's performative. like your outfit right now, i mean, who shows up to a study slumber party in a quarter zip and fancy jeans?”
“alright, keep judging my fashion choices and you’ll have to pay for your own food,” he threatens emptily, knowing that he would never make you pay any bill in his presence. he presses order on his phone and rolls up his sleeves so that he could focus back on the study material at hand. the action, unbeknownst to him, almost sends your eyes bulging out of your skull because holy shit. when the hell did he get so buff??
he assumes you’re gawking at him because of his lame ass joke. he meant the whole ‘paying for your own food’ thing as a light quip to get your mind off your stomach, but quickly flusters when he sees how fiercely you’re gaping at him.
“w-what? did i say something wrong? why’re you looking at me like that? is the joke over?”
maybe all that faerie porn that you consumed earlier was messing with your head, because why did satoru—satoru gojo, the biggest dork who you’ve called your best friend your entire life—look so tantalizingly hot right now? everything down to the way he was messing around with his glasses like a nervous puppy was sending an unwelcome heat to your core.
“say, have you been working out?” you ask stupidly, your gaze tearing away from his forearms to laser focus on the way his pants look just a smidge tighter than they did a few minutes ago.
“i—uhm, yeah, i guess? sometimes when i want to get my mind off school. why?” he glances away when he meets your gaze, you don't even care that you’re practically ogling him right now, your mind has turned to complete mush.
the more you looked at him, the more you noticed things that you somehow never seemed to register in all the years you two have spent together. like how his hair was falling juuust right over his undercut, the veins on his hands perfectly pronounced from how tightly he’s gripping his pen, and he has this look in his eyes, one that told you maybe you weren't insane to think that he was checking you out in the very same way.
a wave of boldness washes over you as you see the poor boy practically sweating a river trying to hide the tent in his pants. and you slowly inch towards him, making no move to cover the way your pyjama shorts hitch up as you do so.
"wh—what are you doing..?" he gulps nervously, and freezes helplessly as you begin to play with his hair, starting to trace your fingertips over his ivory locks down to his nose, down to his chin and lower, lower, lower.
his adam’s apple bobs up and down at your ministrations, but when you gently run your fingers over his chest—thats when his composure finally snaps. “oh, fuck this.” he growls and grips you by he hips to flip you two over onto his bed. the sudden action making you laugh in exhilaration. “you really wanna keep teasing me? fine. let’s see if you can finish what you started.”
he pries your thighs apart, looking like a man possessed. the pads of his fingers slowly inch up from your knees to your inner thighs to the edge of your underwear, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
he's edging you the same way you did to him—you realize. the thought makes you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.
he slides his hand into your panties and starts stroking you with his fingers, carefully and gradually increasing the tempo. you’re seeing stars so vivid you wonder if this is all a crazy dream from studying so much astrophysics with him.
he then grips the elastic part of your underwear with his other hand, rubbing the soft fabric with his thumb. “may i take these off? please?” he whines hoarsely, his self-control was rapidly fraying at the edges, but he'd never push you past your limits, always respecting your boundaries.
you can’t even find the mental capacity to form words, you just nod vehemently.
he brings both his hands to the elastic and takes off your panties for you. he looks strangely at it for a moment, clenches it in his hand, and then throws it somewhere on the ground. yeah, you were never seeing those ever again.
he leans in, grabs your waist, pulling you towards him and brings his face to your center, exhaling on your sensitive clit. wetting it, teasing you.
your toes curl and you grab his hair for support, he leans back with a smug smirk on his face and grasps your both wrists with one hand, bringing them up and pinning them securely above your head.
“keep them there, baby. i'm going to make you feel so good.”
he presses one kiss to your thigh, then another, then another, until you were so pent up that you instinctively bucked up your hips to meet the friction on his face you so desired, whimpering as you feel his rough stubble scratch perfectly against your clit.
in hindsight, an obvious mistake.
he pauses for a second, lifting his head up to look at you. spread out and looking so so desperate for him. with a wicked smirk on his face, he finally dips his tongue inside of you, drawing out a strangled whimper. he doesn’t let up, pushing up his tongue and curling it inside your gummy walls until tears slip down your face from how much pleasure is being forced into you at once. he grins like he struck gold and looks back up at you,
“yeah, come on, baby. keep telling me how good i make you feel.”
your moans only get louder, and you arch your back because it feels so fucking perfect. you never would’ve imagined poor dorky gojo being such an insatiable monster in bed, and the thought of that only pitches up your whines again.
“you’re so wet, its driving me fucking insane.” he groans lapping up every last drop like a starved animal, “if your absurd romantasy porn is anything like this, you’re gonna have to put me on.”
you feel yourself at the very brink, and he notices it too, because he digs back in with a renewed fervor, bringing two fingers up to gently roll your bud between them while tongue fucking your hole.
“oh—oh fuck” you moan, “toru, i'm so close..”
the nickname alone is finally enough to send him over the edge.
he lets out a sharp groan as he feels his own release, the damp spot on his jeans growing, but he would rather die than ever let you know that he shot a fucking load from just a nickname, so he tries his hardest to rein in the ecstasy bleeding into his voice when he mutters, “t-then come for me, love. i know you can.”
and just like that, your orgasm overwhelms you too. your head is thrown back as white hot bliss crashes into you—drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. he holds you like that for a few seconds, grounding you back to him as he softly whispers in your ear,
“you did so good, my sweet girl," he gently caresses your hair, "i knew you could do it, you’re so brilliant for me. so perfect…”
——
“satoru, where the hell did my underwear go?” you ask a few days later upon returning to his dorm room for another ‘study session,’ “those were my favourite pair!”
third drawer in his closet, hidden behind his astronomy textbooks and boxers.
he doesn't even pretend to look around before shrugging innocently.
“ill buy you more, don't worry. you don't even need to keep searching for ‘em.”
a/n : okay okay first time writing smut😭 i lowk feel like i betrayed the smut-hating me from literally 1 month ago but what can i say?? im a changed woman 🙂↕️🙂↕️
giving the nerd a chance ⟡ nerd!jo x reader (inspired by this)
note. i have 4 more exams until my finals end 🤞
when gojo satoru asked you out, all of your friends said to reject him. apparently to them, there were thousands of reasons.
“gojo? he’s so annoying. he thinks he knows everything!”
“he’s such a weirdo, why even bother with him?”
“that nerd studies all day. he won’t even have time for you.”
but, you? you thought why not give it a shot?
i mean, he’s at the top of his class, actually takes his studies seriously, and is good at literally anything that exists.
you didn’t interact with him a lot before this—except when you had a group project last term—so, imagine your surprise when you open your laptop and see a message from him.
chem group partner
hey
sorta sudden but i got a question for you
following his text was a link. half of you was curious, the other half was hoping that pressing into the link wasn’t going to take all of your credit card information.
your cursor hovers over the link for a bit before you click on it, teleporting you to a website.
your eyes widen as you stare at the screen. you definitely weren’t expecting a picture of satoru’s cat with the text “will you go on a date with me? (tofu says yes)”.
recalling when you went over to satoru’s house for the group project, you remembered he had a white cat with the name “tofu”. you absolutely adored that little fluffy creature.
under the text, there were two simple options. yes and no.
you think about his confession as you spin your cursor in circles—a force of habit. what made you gasp though was, when your cursor got near the “no” button, it started moving away automatically.
you let out a small giggle, realising you didn’t even have to think about your answer, before clicking the “yes” option.
the text “hm. knew you'd say yes 🩵” pops up.
you smile to yourself again, grabbing your phone and taking a picture for keepsake. you can’t believe he made a whole website just to ask you out.
you continue, the website teleporting you to another page where it says “so…when are you free?”.
pulling up your schedule on the side, you carefully select the time and date. you decide that june 23, 6:30pm would be fine, questioning if you clicked the 12am option, would he actually go through with it?
guess that’s a question for another day.
you then get to choose what to eat, with the options, pizza, sushi, burgers, pasta, tacos, ramen. you pick your favourite, fingers crossing that you’d actually crave for it on the day of the date.
after that, you get the last slide, leaving you a bit disappointed. the text saying, “be ready by 6:30, i’ll pick you up on the 23rd 🚗”.
though the words below that was what made you realise why people called him cocky.
“normal people use their words, i made a website, for you. did it under an hour, no big deal."
Satoru’s dorm room is cosy as rain peals against the closed window and you settle back into his awaiting arms. There’s a sizeable pile of stationery and papers on his desk, all painted a glowing orange by the lamplight.
“Ew.” You grimace at the laptop. Despite watching Return of the Jedi countless times by yourself and even more with your boyfriend, the sight of Jabba the Hutt never fails to make you feel mildly disgusted. “He’s so slimy, I hate it.”
Satoru laughs behind you, voice muffled into your hair. “Shh, you’re missing the fight.”
“That cannot be comfortable.” You muse casually, gazing at Leia’s golden bikini and the sash attached. “You couldn’t pay me to wear that, I don’t think I’d be able to move properly.”
Behind you, Satoru stiffens a little and you can feel the nerves radiating off him. Slowly, you turn around and grin.
“Oh my god. You’re totally thinking about me wearing it, aren’t you?”
“N-no!” He blurts, face flushed as his arms tighten nervously around you. “No, I’m not, I swear, I just-“
“-want to see your girlfriend in Leia’s 1983 golden bikini.” You snort, giggling at his red cheeks and the way his glasses are nervously being pushed up the bridge of his perfect nose. “Oh my god, and here I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier.”
“You- you picked the film!” He protests, “I wanted to watch Revenge of the Sith-“
“What, are you gonna suggest I try on Padme’s nightgown next?”
He gapes, before pinching his brows together and you can tell he’s considering the way you’d look in the floaty blue silk. Unfortunately for Satoru Gojo, he happens to fall very much under the nerdy male stereotype of a painstaking first crush on Princess Leia- and it’s not made better by the way you’re openly laughing in his face.
You chortle and settle back into him, voice lilting with just a little bit of tease. “Maybe if you do well on your exam, I'll consider it.”
He knows you’re joking- or are you?- but he’s already planning out the study timetable.
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a/n: I knowwww I’m only supposed to be posting my summer series but I wrote this in like 4 minutes last night and thought it was kinda funny
