#whatever pairing

they're both teenagers and classmates. imagine person A being a really good poet at that age, being very literate and romantic and also sweet and smooth. they have a small crush on person B, but don't do anything about it despite their romantic attitude. imagine person B being quite an awkward, more of the technical and mathematical type of person, who gains a surprisingly huge interest in person A and their poetic sense.

despite not being good at art or poetry at all, person B starts to leave small notes to person A everyday. sometimes they contain small, cute and messy drawings, sometimes a dumb pick up line found on the internet. person A only blushes at those notes and shakes their head at the silliness, but they keep all of them despite not really liking the pick up lines. they really adore how their admirer tries with the drawings though.

the notes are always signed with a messy and bold first letter of person B's surname. and because A is not some kind of detective, they never get to know who their silly, but still probably adorable admirer is.

until one day.

one day, person A gets to their locker as usual, only to find a new note like always. expecting some 'lame' pick up line or messy but still beautiful drawing, A quickly folds the paper open as usual. what is there only makes their face light up with happiness, clearly not expecting what was there as they sprint out of school, meeting a pair of B's eyes at the entrance. B only smiles and waves awkwardly, reaching their arms out, hoping for a hug.

A, seeing that their admirer was B all along, giggles and runs towards them, hugging them. then they go somewhere for a walk. and when it's dark and the stars are high on the sky along with the moon, they confess to each other. A, being the smooth one, gives B a peck on the lips.

after that they are just. a happy couple.

in case you're wondering what was in the last note;

Roses are red

violets are blue

I am not good at poems

But I think I love you.

(PS: Meet me outside of school after you read this?

PPS: sorry for all the pick up lines. they were really dumb, haha..)

Can’t we just stop making others feel bad because of what they enjoy?

Not that I don’t appreciate suave, sex-god Levi… but I get this sick pleasure from seeing Levi be really bad at something. 

And it’s not just that he’s inexperienced (which I also enjoy, don’t get me wrong) but like he has a fair amount of experience under his belt, and he’s still just… bad.  Like he uses too much tongue, it’s sloppy, and he’s not great at reading his partner.  So not only does no one tell him, but they assure him he’s really good (because hey, it’s Levi and people are still proud that they got to make out with him) so he’s got this horribly skewed view of his skills and it’s terribly tragic. 

-What the fuck are you doing!?

-Taking off my cloth, obviously!

-Right. But WHY?

-You said you’d love to have sex with me.

-Oh for god’s sake! Are you fucking serious?!

-What do you think?

-Get out. Get the hell back to your goddamn room!

-Alright. Alright. But there’s no taking back, you know! It won’t be second chance for you again baby. Think about it.

-I’ve never wanted any chance, you fucker! Get out!