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Biology Bytes #4 - Tissue Types

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Epic (Epithelial Tissue)

Concentration (Connective Tissue)

Must (be) (Muscle Tissue)

Nervous (Nervous Tissue)

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[transmechanicus]

If anyone has ideas or suggestions for how to raise money with no artistic talent for writing or drawing, please please lmk

[ashstfu]

hi watched the sunrise today and thought of u 🫶🏼

wow why is everyone being so nice to me

[chaotickityy]

I was doing school project and whatever that shit is I am not drawing it, who do I look like Picasso!?

[b-natalka]

Intro about me

14 years old

UK time zone

Exam board- AQA

I Study

Core subject-

•maths- higher

•english

•religeous education

Chosen subjects-

•art

•geography

•triple science- higher (biology, physics, science)

If anyone is willing to have study sessions or completing homework together please DM me :)

Intro o mnie

14 lat

Czas uk

Exam board- AQA

Studiuję

Przedmioty ścisłe-

•matematyka- poziom wyższy

•angielski

•religie

Przedmioty dodatkowe/wybrane-

•plastyka

•geografia

•fizyka- poziom wyższy

•biologia- poziom wyższy

•chemia- poziom wyższy

Jeśli ktoś chciał razem małe sesje studiowania lub dorabiania pracy domowej to proszę pisać w DM <3

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Dom! Yan professor x himbo reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა

Just imagining your biology professor being a total hard ass, rude and unkind to every student he’s ever had and giving out the most excessive amounts of homework daily, as soon as he met you something sinister had awoken inside him. The way you’d smile at him all stupid wearing shorts that showed to much and jogging pants that let him see the side profile of your cock during the first day of meeting you had this man losing it.

Just imagining you staying back after your college classes, you being freshly twenty three and scraping by if not failing every class you took, only making it to college on a sports scholarship with you staring and blinking at your professor all class. Yandere professor, just imagining him watching you from the corner of his eye the whole class, his hands moving on auto pilot only able to think about you and how you blink dumbly at him while he teaches making him speak up “is something wrong Mr L/n?”

Just imagining you getting stuck after class in tutoring sessions all hours of the day because he claims “I’m just trying to help you achieve better [name]” he’d utter those words so sincerely it would keep you oblivious while he stares at your ass and your pecs, bitting his lips when you lean in your chair showing him the perfect peak of your body having this man insane having to excuse himself for a moment during your sessions while he goes and “fixes” the situation between his legs.

Just imagining Yandere professor who rubs up against you grabbing and touching your body all over at any chance he gets with close proximity, slowly over time building trust off of his age and status, him pushing mid forties and freshly divorced. Just imagining him bringing up chats about his golden retriever just to twist your oblivious trust into something else, making you feel special whilst he gives you all the attention you could ever dream of with the intent of getting you all to himself wanting to possess and keep you like a boy toy.

Just imagining Yandere professor who asks you for “favors” claiming he’d make sure you passed all your classes, that you’d never have to worry about losing your scholar ship. He’d have your face in his crotch with your mouth wide open engulfing his cock all flushed in the face with teary eyes holding his thighs. Oh how he almost felt sorry for those poor girls that drooled after you during your games….almost, but having your mouth stuffed full of cock asking “am I doin good E’nough f’you sherr” while you soured your words with spit making slurping sounds just trying to please a good grade out of him.

Just imagining Yandere professor who does random dorm checkups on you, making you stay over at his apartment the nights your frat bros throw parties, not standing for the thought of some sorority girl getting her manicured hands on you, you were His and he’d fuck you so good that you knew it. Two glasses of wine later sitting in his apartment with your hand gripping the counters in shambles “s-ir!” All you can repeat over and over is his name speaking it like a prayer to your messiah feeling a drunken man going at it fucking you so hard the sounds start buzzing together and the over head light in his kitchen blurs under your pupils.

Just imagining Yandere professor who had your legs spread wide open sitting leaned back on his desk eating your ass out like a starving man. Gripping your skin and kissing your pucker, practically making out with your rim and letting you ramble on cluelessly about your plays and strategies, whining about how “the coach is placing me as Qb this year!” While you grip the back of your professors head looking down at him just blinking and getting comfy when you see him having no intentions of letting you go since him being able to work your body and play with you however he liked was part of the “conditions”

Just imagining your grades going from a fifties and forties across the boards to becoming a straight A+ student having all of your friends asking how you managed to swindle that, having your fiends wanting to know your secret while one of them asks “all those time you’ve been ditching, you must be going off to secretly study huh!” Your closest buddy just laughs and nudges you during practice unable to tell him that you’ve been whoring yourself out to the most hated teacher on campus.

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[kitasuno]

dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments

featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader

(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?

rafayel

a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed. 

hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).

“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”

“...you have cats?”

“yeah. 3.”

“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”

chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..

he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas. 

over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market) 

cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once?? 

pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)

lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you. 

“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?” 

he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone. 

“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.” 

with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh. 

“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?” 

he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate. 

“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.

“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?” 

“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent. 

“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.” 

you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck. 

“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?” 

he smiles. “with flying colors.” 

xavier

chronic napper. (yapper?) 

has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)

his procrastination rubs off on you��� he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him. 

lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.

“am i not already.. living with you?” 

“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”

“yeah..?”

 is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease. 

xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir. 

“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone. 

“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes. 

“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“can i get a pretty please in this economy?” 

xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom. 

“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!” 

he nips at your neck. 

“bedtime. now.” 

zayne

3 years older than you 

he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much

“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend

cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)

you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)

no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car. 

“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”

“huh? no, we live together.”

“you WHAT???”

he’s a virgo……. erm……

the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.

you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend. 

“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you. 

“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.” 

you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!” 

zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place. 

“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car. 

the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine. 

“drink up. doctor’s orders.” 

you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 

“thank you for waiting for me.”

[cherryredstarz]

Dating the LaDs Guys in High School (Caleb, Sylus and Zayne)

A/n: for the record, you are 15, Caleb is 16, and Zayne and Sylus are 17.

Caleb 🍎

You’ve known Caleb since you both were itty bitty kids. Caleb’s the kinda teen to chase you down the hallway if your late to class, even if it means he is going to be late to class.

If Caleb sees you in the halls (assuming he’s not walking you to your classes), he’ll sneak up on you and toss you over his shoulder, and carry you the rest of the way to your classroom.

He’d definitely be on your schools football team, and you’d wear his jersey to every single game of his, cheering in the bleachers with Grandma and Zayne for him.

Caleb would definitely bombard you with kisses during lunch and break times—soft little pecks to your lips, nose and cheeks. He adores you.

Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Sylus would try to be nonchalant about it, but he’s a massive simp, absolutely swooning over you. He always walks you to class—every single one, even when it makes him super late, always holding your hand and kissing your cheek before you walk in.

You have tons of his hoodies laying around your bedroom, and you usually have one on at school; and Sylus lives for it.

He’d buy you your favorite fizzy drinks from the vending machines in the cafeteria, and would take you for (safe) joyrides after school, before driving you home and always walking you to your front door.

Zayne ❄️

Zayne walks you to school, every day. When it’s piss pouring outside, you’ll open your front door, finding Zayne waiting outside with his backpack and a grey umbrella.

He’ll help you with your homework (he’s especially talented in biology, chemistry and anatomy), and never belittles you when you don’t understand.

Zayne will sit outside with you in your schools courtyard, studying together. Your classmates might sneak glances at you, which makes Zayne blush. He’d hold up one of his textbooks in front of your faces and would sneak a soft kiss. Safe to say you have butterflies.

[aajjks]

The Biology of a Crush (m)

synopsis. teaching your sex crazed housemate about biology… came with it perks.

genre: crack, 18+.

pairings: jungkook x fem reader.

warnings: tèàchíng trôpê, crîngê jûngkôôk, hôrnÿ jûngkôôk, tsûndêrê ÿn, sêxûâl jôkês, ônê bêd trôpê, hê jûst wânts tô hît ît wîth ÿ��û ând lîvê hâppîlÿ êvêr âftêr. MÁKÏNG OÜT

note. If this flops- oh well. But if this becomes a hit, I will make it a series hehe, photo credits to owner, found it on Pinterest. OMG ENJOY! He’s back to terrorize us all. He’s so fucking stupid.

•••

Here he is again.

Jungkook stumbles into your room like a lost puppy who’s been smacked in the face with a fucking textbook, eyes glassy, hair a mess like he just fought with a blender.

“Hey, uh, biology homework,” he mumbles, slouching against your doorframe like it owes him money. “what the fuck even is a mitochondrion? sounds like a droid from star wars or some shit.”

You stare. seriously? he’s asking you this now? the guy who probably thinks photosynthesis is a type of vegan snack.

“it’s the powerhouse of the cell,” you say, holding back a laugh. “basic shit, dude. your brain is the problem here.”

He scratches his head, smirking like he’s about to drop some next-level wisdom.

“powerhouse, huh? so… if mitochondria is the powerhouse, does that make me the power bottom? ’cause honestly, i’m running out of energy just thinking about this.”

You choke on your laugh. he’s already off to a terrible start and somehow has made it dirtier than the biology teacher probably intended.

“power bottom?” you say, eyes narrowing. “are you seriously turning cell organelles into your sex playlist?”

He shrugs, completely unapologetic. “hey, gotta keep it interesting. mitochondria’s got stamina, just like me.”

you roll your eyes so hard it feels like they might pop out. “you need help with actual homework, not your creepy-ass fantasies.”

he grins like a brat who just won a round. “oh, you’re helping. you’re gonna tutor me, and i’m gonna make it worth your while. biology and a show. deal?”

you blink. “i’m not signing up for your half-assed biology fuckery and your horny jokes.”

He winks. “too late, i’m already here.”

Ugh.

you try to focus but he’s leaning way too close, breath smelling like a mix of beer and bad decisions.

“so, mitochondria again— it’s like the battery, right? but what if the cell’s battery is low? does it need a recharge, or… can it just call me?”

“dude,” you snap, “put the damn homework down before you start asking if mitochondria has a dick.”

he laughs, shaking his head like he’s in his own private comedy club. “nah, but if it did, i bet it’d be massive and full of energy. probably the biggest organelle in the cell.”

you groan. “please, for the love of god, don’t make everything about dicks.”

he shrugs, voice dropping to a mock serious whisper. “biology is sex, babe. it’s all about reproduction, growth, and… fucking.”

“you’re impossible.”

he grins, clearly proud. “impossible to resist.”

you shove him playfully. “get your dumb ass back to the kitchen and let me study.”

“only if you promise to tutor me and let me use you as a reference,” he smirks, eyebrow raised.

you laugh, already knowing you’re fucked.

you slam the biology book on the desk, giving him the most serious look you can muster.

“alright, genius. mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. now, write that shit down before you forget it because i’m not repeating myself.”

he squints at the book like it’s written in ancient hieroglyphs. “powerhouse. power… house. does that mean the mitochondria throws ragers?”

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, a rager where your dumbass finally learns some science.”

he snickers. “bet it invites the nucleus and the ribosomes. hey, does the nucleus wear the pants in this cell relationship?”

you groan, rubbing your temples. “please, stop anthropomorphizing cells like they’re your stupid roommates.”

“can’t help it, i’m just relating, you know?” he shrugs, then leans closer with that dumb grin. “so if mitochondria’s the powerhouse, can it power my dick too? ’cause sometimes it feels like it’s running on empty.”

you smack his arm. “stop talking about your dick and focus.”

he nods, pretending to be serious for a second before whispering, “but seriously, if my dick had a mitochondria, it’d be unstoppable.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i’m never letting you cheat on this homework.”

“no worries, babe, i’m all yours. mitochondria and all.”

Ew.

You roll your eyes again, pulling out a pen. “write ‘mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell’ ten times.”

“fuck,” he groans, “this is worse than leg day.”

you grin. “welcome to adulthood.”

he starts writing, but you catch him daydreaming, eyes glazed over, fingers twitching like he’s imagining something dirty.

“what are you thinking about now?” you ask, smirking.

he snaps out of it, cheeks pink. “uh, nothing! just… how much mitochondria you got powering you up, babe.”

“oh my god,” you laugh. “you are a lost cause.”

“yeah, but a sexy lost cause,” he says, smirking again, clearly enjoying himself.

you sit beside him, nudging him with your shoulder. “fine, but you’re finishing this before i let you near me tonight.”

“deal. but just so you know,” he leans in, voice low and lazy, “the only power i want tonight is you.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“get back to homework, dickhead.”

“yes, ma’am,” he says, mock-saluting before picking up the pen again.

he’s hunched over the desk, tongue poking out like a damn cartoon character concentrating way too hard on the biology worksheet in front of him. the pages are already covered in messy scribbles, but every line looks like a toddler attacked it with a crayon.

“okay,” he mutters, “mitochondria… powerhouse of the cell… right?”

you peek over his shoulder and blink. “is that a ‘p’ or the start of a swear word?”

he snorts, “shut up, it’s hard to write with these big-ass hands.”

you lean in, eyes narrowing at the page. “and what the hell is this? powerhouse of the hell? you sure you’re not mixing up your biology with your fantasy?”

he grins sheepishly. “maybe i’m just telling it like it is.”

you laugh but grab the pen, fixing the letters. “write it properly, or you’re gonna fail for real.”

“fine, fine.” he tries again but then scratches his head and smirks. “hey, do you think the nucleus ever gets jealous it’s not the powerhouse? like, why do mitochondria get all the glory?”

you roll your eyes so hard you swear they’re gonna get stuck. “are you seriously making up cell drama right now?”

“hey, cells got feelings too,” he deadpans. “probably.”

he goes back to writing, but his penmanship is such a disaster you can barely read it. then he suddenly freezes, tapping the pen against his lips.

“wait, what’s this chlorophyll thing? green stuff, right?”

you nod. “yeah, it helps plants make food from sunlight.”

his eyes widen, and he leans back like he just discovered the meaning of life. “damn. so plants are basically tiny solar panels?”

you laugh so hard you almost spill your drink. “exactly.”

he grins, “see? i’m learning!”

but then he smirks devilishly and adds, “you know what else gets powered by sunlight? my dick. it’s solar-powered too, babe.”

you smack his arm. “stop. just… stop.”

he chuckles, biting his lip. “can’t help it, my brain’s stuck on sex.”

you lean closer, whispering, “maybe that’s why your handwriting’s so fucked up.”

“hey!” he protests. “it’s all part of my charm.”

you grin, shaking your head. “your charm is a disaster wrapped in abs.”

he winks. “and you love it.”

you watch him scribble more messy notes, your heart doing that annoying flutter because yeah..

Maybe he’s dumb as hell but he’s your, chaotic, horny mess and all of a roommate.. or a housemate more likely.

•••

His face is scrunched like he’s deciphering an ancient text instead of a simple biology worksheet.

His handwriting looks like a toddler attacked a spaghetti plate with a pen words barely legible, letters wildly inconsistent in size and shape.

“okay,” he groans, “so… the cell membrane is like a… what? a bouncer?”

you stare at him. “a bouncer? what the actual fuck?”

he grins, waving his hands around. “yeah! it lets the good stuff in and kicks the bad shit out. makes sense, right?”

you lean back, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “sure, if your cell was a shitty nightclub.”

he winks. “exactly. ‘cause you know i’m the bouncer of your heart.”

you roll your eyes but your lips twitch. “alright, fine, Mr. Bouncer, what’s next?”

he flips the page, scratching his head. “uhh… mitochondria… power… house… of…”

you lean over again and squint at the messy letters. “you wrote ‘powerhouse of the hell.’”

he shrugs, “yeah, biology’s hardcore.”

Goodness, he’s so fucking dumb. It’s like you’re losing your own brain cells.

you snap, “okay, listen here you dumbass if you get this right, I will fucking make out with you. no backing out.”

his eyes flick up like a kid who just got candy. “deal.”

you watch as he stares at the question like it’s a cryptic riddle. “mitochondria… is the… um… energy… club?”

you snort, “club? seriously?”

he nods proudly. “yeah! like the mitochondria’s the hottest club where all the energy parties happen.”

you burst out laughing. “jesus christ, you are hopeless.”

he grins, cheeks flushed. “hey, at least it’s memorable.”

you shake your head, trying not to melt because holy hell, the mix of his dumb ass and that stupid grin is somehow your kryptonite.

he leans back, flexing dramatically. “alright, smarty pants, your turn explain photosynthesis so i can copy it and pass.”

you smirk. “fine, but only if you say ‘photosynthesis’ in your sexy voice.”

he clears his throat and purrs, “photo-syn-the-sis.”

you giggle. “close enough.”

he starts copying your notes, but then stops suddenly, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “you know, if i get a good grade on this, maybe you could give me a little extra credit…”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh yeah? and what’s that supposed to look like?”

he leans forward, voice dropping low, “like… maybe a reward involving your lips on mine.”

you smirk wickedly, “jesus, i’m supposed to tutor you, not get a boner.”

he laughs, “Hey, can’t help it, you’re a distraction.”

you shake your head, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly loving the whole damn mess. “okay, back to the stupid homework, you bumbler, or you’re gonna fail and lose that reward.”

he groans but gets back to scribbling, only to pause and say, “hey, can you teach me the biology of kissing next?”

you grin, “oh God, we are so doomed.”

•••

he’s hunched over the desk again, hair a total mess, hoodie pulled up like he’s ready for battle. for once, the pen’s actually moving, and you can see he’s trying— kinda but those smudges and crossed-out words tell the real story.

“okay,” he mutters, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth like he’s concentrating hard, “so… photosynthesis… plants take sunlight… and turn it into… food… or something.”

you bite back a laugh. “you’re so close, dumbass. it’s sugar, not food. plants make glucose.”

he nods, writing it down, but then pauses and grins like he just had a brilliant idea. “so… if i get this right, do i get to put my tongue inside your throat?”

WTF?

you stop mid-sentence, stare at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “excuse me? what the hell kind of motivation is that?”

he shrugs, cheeks pink. “i’m just saying, i’m a motivated student now.”

you snort, shaking your head. “okay, first lesson — keep your filthy mouth on the page, not on me.”

he grins wider, eyes sparkling with mischief. “no promises.”

you lean forward, smirking. “you really wanna learn? then prove it.”

he taps his pen on the paper, looking like he’s thinking hard, but you can tell his mind is racing between biology and imagining exactly how he’d do that tongue thing.

“alright,” he says slowly, “so photosynthesis happens in the chloroplasts, right? and… they use sunlight, water, and CO2 to make glucose and oxygen.”

you blink. “holy shit. that’s actually right.”

he beams like he just won the goddamn Nobel Prize. “see? motivated.”

you lean back, trying to hide the stupid smile creeping up your face. “fine. but don’t think this means you get to start practicing your tongue skills anytime soon.”

he pouts. “a girl can dream.”

you mock sigh, “jesus christ, you’re hopeless.”

he snickers, then suddenly leans in a little closer, voice low and teasing, “hey, maybe if i ace this, you could give me a private tutoring session… you know, to help me… practice.”

you roll your eyes but can’t deny the heat spreading through you. “fuck, you’re impossible.”

he grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and honestly?

you kinda love it.

he stares at the last question, fingers trembling like a damn kid on Christmas, then scribbles the answer with way too much confidence. “done.”

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “let me see that.”

he hands over the paper like it’s a trophy, chest puffed out, eyes bright.

you skim it quickly, and holy shit, he actually got everything right.

“fuck,” you breathe, stunned. “you really did it.”

he stands, puffing his chest up like a damn peacock. “soooo… that means you owe me a kiss.”

you smirk, eyes narrowing. “roughly.”

he grins like he just won the world’s hottest prize, then lunges forward before you can second-guess yourself.

his lips hit yours hard and fast no fuckin hesitation, no gentle warning.

It’s chaotic, messy, like he’s trying to make up for every moment he’s been a pain in your ass.

his mouth is warm, teeth accidentally grazing yours and making you gasp.

“shit,” he mumbles against your lips, tongue darting out to swipe over the seam, hungry and a little desperate.

you pull back just enough to smirk, breath hot against his skin.

“wow, someone’s starved.”

he chuckles low, voice thick. “you have no idea.” he’s horny you will regret this.

his hands grip your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. his fingers dig in, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

he’s rough, a little greedy— biting your bottom lip, then drags his teeth down your neck like it’s a goddamn battlefield.

But fuck, it feels so good. Too good.

you try to push him away, but honestly? you don’t want to. his sloppy, needy kiss is exactly the chaos you didn’t know you craved.

he pulls back just enough to breathe, forehead resting on yours, lips swollen and pink.

“that good?” he asks, voice ragged.

you smirk, brushing a thumb over his jaw. “yeah, dumbass. you just might be worth the homework help after all.”

he grins, eyes sparkling with all the filthy promises he hasn’t said yet.

“next question,” he says, “how about a second round?”

and just like that, you’re both drowning in the mess of him — the jokes, the chaos, the absolute, undeniable chemistry.

•••

You don’t even know how it escalated this fast.

One second he was holding up his tragic excuse of a biology worksheet— smudged ink, questionably phallic doodles on the margins, answers like

“probably bones n stuff” and the next, you were pushing him up against the couch, calling him the dumbest smart guy you’ve ever met.

And now?

Now he’s kissing you like he’s been starved.

“mhmm.”

His hands are everywhere— gripping your hips like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you, pressing you flush against him like he wants to merge bodies, like biology is this.

You gasp against his mouth when his teeth scrape just a little too rough on your bottom lip, and that’s when it happens.

That noise.

“Nghh yeah.”

A full-on, real, no-holding-back, filthy little moan that leaves his mouth before he even realizes it.

And the moment he does?

“Did you…” You pull back just slightly, blinking. “Did you just moan?”

He freezes. Wide-eyed.

Flushed.

Embarrassed but trying so hard not to show it.

“I— no, that wasn’t a moan,” he lies. Badly. “That was a uh… a groan. Like a manly groan. Like a victorious warrior finally conquering his greatest battle.”

You stare at him.

“In your biology homework?”

“Yes.”

He clears his throat, but it’s still scratchy from moaning. “I’ve unlocked the secret of life. And it’s your lips. Very educational.”

You snort— actually snort and push him back down on the couch. He lands with a dramatic oof and a hand still gripping your waist.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, cheeks warm.

“And you,” he says, smirking up at you from below, “are contractually obligated to kiss me again because I solved a whole-ass worksheet. I even spelled mitochondria right.”

You squint. “Barely.”

“Still counts.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already leaning in again. Because his lips are soft, and he’s still looking at you like he’s half a second away from combusting, and fine— maybe he earned this.

Just this once.

Maybe.

(Probably not. But he doesn’t need to know that.)

[nenemura]

WALLFLOWER — (nrk x reader)

summary : in which you seem to be invisible to everyone, but not to him.

featuring : jungwon and sunoo from enhypen

cw : popular!riki x outcast!fem reader, angst, fluff, kissing

wc : 3.5k

nene’s note : this fic is inspired by twice’s wallflower !! pls reblog and tell me what you think of it !

“y/n? oh, you mean mina’s friend!”

“who’s y/n? the one who hangs out with nayoung and her friends?”

“i’m gonna ask the girl from jules’ class for help”

that’s all you ever were to people. someone’s friend, the one you can ask for help when you can’t figure your homework out. you lived in your friends’ shadows all the time, getting outshined every single day of your life. it was like you were invisible to everyone, as if you were a ghost desperately looking for someone who could see you. but that was never the case.

it’s not like your ‘friends’ paid that much attention to you either, they kept you around because you were kind enough to help them study whenever a big exam was coming. you weren’t oblivious to this treatment, in fact, you knew you didn’t deserve it. but the fear of being completely alone couldn’t let you walk away from them. but that loneliness, that emptiness within you never faded away, not even when you were surrounded by people. you spent most of your time with your nose stuck in a book, studying and studying for hours just to get distracted from those feelings inside you.

you wished someone could see you, get to know you, care about you. but you were sure that if you ever disappeared, no one would notice.

someone would notice, though.

that someone was nishimura riki. golden boy of the school, he was so skilled in every sport that multiple teams fought to have him in their group. he was friendly with everyone, boxy smile always showing whenever he met someone he talked with, even just one time, in the hallways. people absolutely adored him, always seeking his attention. he was everything you dreamed to be.

you didn’t know why, but he always greeted you with a smile whenever you crossed paths with him. you two didn’t even talk once, but he never lost the opportunity to flash you a grin whenever his eyes met yours. he was like that with everyone, you thought, probably because he pitied you. you thought it was a facade, he was popular, after all. he had a reputation to maintain. you disliked him for that reason, maybe it was just envy, but you just couldn’t stand seeing him surrounded by people all the time, while you lived in everyone’s shadow.

the bell rang, indicating the end of biology class. you were following mina and jules out of the classroom, when the teacher called out your name, gesturing you to stay. you turned to tell your two friends that you would stay behind and that you would see them later, but they were laughing between them, not even noticing you weren’t behind them anymore. you pressed your lips in a thin line, unfazed by the behavior since it happened so many times before. yet, it hurt every. single. time.

you pushed those thoughts aside, walking to the teacher who was waiting for you with a big smile. you liked her, she was always kind, always making time for her students whenever they were struggling. and that was exactly the reason why she called you.

“hi, y/n. sorry for keeping you behind, but i’d like to ask you a favor. there’s this student who’s failing biology and i was wondering if you could, perhaps, help them? if they fail it, they won’t be able to participate in next month’s tournament. do you think you could do it?” she explained, her voice soft and sweet as always.

you listen to her words carefully, smiling at her while you accepted her request. you weren’t so thrilled about it, since you knew it wasn’t going to be different from all the times you had ‘helped’ other students. they showed up, pretended to be interested just to make up an excuse and make you do all of their homework for them. but the teacher also promised you an extra credit, so you decided to comply anyway.

she told you to be at the school’s library on tuesdays and thursdays, from 4 to 6, and that she would notify the student for you.

so there you were, sitting at a library table, waiting for this mystery student to show up. it was already half past four, so you assumed that they wouldn’t even show up. you started gathering your things to leave, when you heard someone run behind you. you turned around to see who it was, just to find yourself face to face with nishimura riki. people glared at him while telling him to be silent, causing him to smile apologetically and bowing to them.

“i’m so sorry! practice ran late so i rushed here as fast i could, i’m glad you’re still here! you’re y/n, right? you should be the one helping me with biology” he explained, keeping his voice low to avoid getting scolded again by the students nearby.

on the other hand, you couldn’t believe your eyes. the boy you despised the most was in front of you, big smile as he looked down at you. the fact that he looked so pretty pissed you off even more.

“uh, don’t worry about it.” you simply said, uncomfortably shifting on your seat while he took the one right next to you. you took the book from your backpack and carefully placed it on the table, opening it on the page of the first chapter. you looked over at him for an instant, finding him with his own book open at the same page, waiting for you to say something.

“listen, i know you probably wanna be somewhere else, so i’ll spare you the trouble and bring you the homework done by tomor—” you were cut off by him, a confused expression displayed on his face. “what do you mean? i’m not gonna make you do my homework.” his eyebrows were furrowed, as if you were speaking nonsense. “i’d like some help to understand some of the topics, actually.” he said, his tone was soft, yet it seemed like he was bothered by what you said. did someone treat you like that before?

“oh.” that’s all you could say. you were feeling guilty for assuming his intentions, you were just so used to it.

there was an awkward silence for a brief moment, before riki took the matter into his own hands and started asking you questions about some concepts he hadn’t grasped before. you replied to them calmly, taking your time to repeat yourself or reformulate your sentences if he couldn’t understand them. during the whole time, he never once lost his focus, always looking at you attentively and, from time to time, praising your explanation skills, blabbering about how the book made everything look harder than it actually was.

having his eyes constantly on you made you feel a little overwhelmed, not being used to having so much attention on you. you felt… seen. it was awkward at first, but you couldn’t help but like it.

you reminded yourself that he was just being nice because you were helping him, not because he was actually interested in you.

the little tutoring session came to an end, faster than you thought, so you found yourself gathering your belongings to leave. riki did the same thing, casually greeting some of his friends while he walked with you towards the exit.

it was already dark outside, the days becoming shorter and shorter as the colder seasons approached. before you could excuse yourself to catch the bus, riki spoke. “um, you usually take the 6:30pm bus, right?” he asked, scratching his nape while he looked for your eyes, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. you wondered how he knew which bus you took, but decided to not mull over it too much. you nodded, tilting your head to the side as if you were asking where he was trying to get at with his question. “it’s still early, i can’t leave you here, alone in the dark. do you mind if i wait with you?” saying that you were surprised by those words was an understatement. you could feel warmth creeping up your neck, you never really spent time with boys outside of tutoring, let alone spoke to them for this long. “uh.. sure” you replied, your voice low and timid. you think you will never forget the smile riki gave you that night.

you walked around with him, listening to him complain about how his coach threatened him to not let him play at the tournament if he didn’t pass biology, and how glad he was you were there to help him. he also asked you lots of question, such as your favorite subjects, what you did in your free time, whether you put cereals first and then milk or vice versa. and it wasn’t just to avoid awkward silence, he truly cared about your answers, even going on a long rant about how putting cereals after milk was nonsense and how inconvenient it was.

before you could realize, it was already time for you to catch the bus. he walked you to the stop and waited for you to get safely on the bus, waving his hand while grinning widely at you. he didn’t leave until he saw the bus driving away, which made you feel like he cared about your safety, but you convinced yourself you were overthinking it.

once in your bed, you stared at the ceiling, replaying the afternoon you spent with the boy you disliked so much — in vain, you thought — and how your heart started beating slightly faster when you got a message from him asking if you got home safely. you mentally slapped yourself, you couldn’t start to have feelings for a boy who was pitying you. still, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his stupid jokes and silly behavior, the memory of his laugh lulling you to sleep.

the next day, you were sitting alone at the cafeteria since your friends collectively decided to skip school without letting you know. you were used to it anyway, it’s not like you talked to them when you were in their company, you just limited yourself to listening to them brag about whoever they were dating at that moment or about some new gossip that was circulating around, while keeping to yourself.

that’s why you were startled when riki showed up with two of his friends, who you recognised to be sunoo and jungwon. they were also pretty popular, sunoo being a social butterfly and jungwon being part of the student council.

“mind if we sit here?” riki asked with his usual smile, waiting for you to agree before eventually sitting next to you, while the other two guys sat in front of you. you were still kind of taken aback from this situation, but you were snapped out of your thoughts by riki resting his hand on your shoulder.

“this is y/n! y/n, they’re sunoo and jungwon. they’re good guys, so feel free to be yourself around them” he explained, introducing you to his friends. you wanted to focus on the two boys sitting in front of you and politely greet them, but you could only feel riki’s hand on you, making your heart pound against your ribs.

“nice to meet you! — sunoo spoke, his voice lively and sweet — so you’re the famous y/n, huh? riki talks about you a lo—” he suddenly stopped, an ‘ouch’ escaping his lips as he massaged his leg. riki immediately grabbed your attention: “what he was saying is that i told them you were tutoring me and how well you explain things!” you missed the way he shot sunoo a glare before grinning at you.

jungwon, in the meantime, was snickering while eating his lunch, throwing a playful glance at riki with a smirk on his lips.

you weren’t exactly understanding what was happening, given that you were still confused by the sudden company and the fact that riki talked about you to his friends. it was probably because you could help them in the future, wasn’t it?

you had a great time during lunch, sunoo excitedly telling you about the new drama play he would star in next month and jungwon occasionally asking you questions about you. the awkwardness in you faded the more you spent time with the boys, breaking out of your shell and telling them stories of your childhood. riki was looking at you with a fond smile the entire time, head resting on his fist, thinking how nice was watching you finally open up and get along with his friends.

time flew once again, the bell that signaled the end of lunch break ringing in the cafeteria. you had learned to have a lesson in the classroom right next to sunoo’s, so you waved bye to riki and jungwon and made your way to class with the bubbly boy.

you had never felt this good before, it felt like a weight was lifted off your chest, loneliness being replaced by a nice feeling. this is what having someone caring about you meant? you wondered how you endured being alone until then, finally knowing what it felt to be seen.

you spent the whole time, thinking about the boy you were tutoring, catching yourself dumbly smiling at the thought of him. you needed a reality check, because in no way he was going to feel the same about you. so, with a sigh, you drifted your thoughts from riki to the teacher and his lesson.

weeks passed, your study dates with riki allowed you to become closer and closer to the boy. you started opening up more, laughing and making jokes with him, telling him about embarrassing moments from middle school and so on. you started seeing him outside of tutoring sessions as well, inviting you to have lunch with him, sunoo and jungwon more often, asking you to try a new cafe that opened in town with them.

you eventually fell for him, feeling nervous every time he stood too close to you or blushing when you caught him staring at you. you knew it was one sided, trying your hardest to not delude yourself and end up with a broken heart and alone all over again. you cherished his company more than anything in the world, so you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

you were walking to your locker when you heard your name being shouted by a voice you recognized in no time. you turned around, finding riki standing in front of you with a paper in his hand, encouraging you to take it. you looked at it and saw a 75/100 on his biology test. your eyes widened as much as your smile, looking up at him. “oh my god, riki! you passed!” you said, genuinely happy for the boy in front of you. he worked hard and definitely deserved the grade, you also felt a little proud of yourself at the same time. “yes! it’s all thanks to you!” he engulfed you in his arms, holding you close to his body for a second longer than he should. your face was completely red once he let go of you, you prayed for him to be too excited to notice how that brief — even though for you seemed like it lasted for hours — contact affected you.

“so..” you started speaking, to recompose yourself. “no more tutoring sessions, huh?” you asked, disappointment could be easily found in your tone.

“hm.. about that.” riki said, looking a little nervous for some reasons you couldn’t quite tell. “are you going to prom, this weekend?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes while he looked down at you.

“no, i don’t think so.” you replied almost instantly. was he going to ask you out for prom? no, impossible.

“would you like t—” he couldn’t finish his sentence, that a girl tapped him on his shoulder, completely ignoring your presence or the fact that he was talking to you.

“hi riki.. i was wondering if you.. if you wanted to go to prom with me.” she asked, her pretty, long lashes batting quickly as she smiled at him, waiting for his answer.

“oh, thank you but i was going to ask someone else to go with me,” riki politely declined, obtaining a scoff in response. he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to where you were standing, only to see that you had disappeared.

you left the moment you heard the girl’s question, tears brimming in your eyes as you felt like a fool, thinking that he could ever have feelings for you. that day, you left school early, running to your house and shutting yourself in your room. you cried every tear you had within yourself.

riki had tried to reach out to you countless times, sending you lots of texts, even calling you endless times. but you ignored every one of them. you shouldn’t have gotten closer to the boy, you shouldn’t have fallen for him and you shouldn’t have hoped that he could, somehow, feel the same towards you.

it was prom night, you were on your couch, watching some old romcom filled with cliches and cringy lines, but that made you tear up everytime nonetheless.

suddenly, you heard a knock on your door. you wondered who could possibly be at that hour of a saturday night.

you opened the door, finding riki in formal attire, hair slicked back and a huge bouquet of purple flowers — which you remembered telling him was your favorite color.

“riki?” you called softly, closing the door behind you and looking at him with a confused expression. your heart skipped a beat when you saw him — he looked absolutely gorgeous, he looked like he’d stepped out a fairy tail.

“y/n..” he spoke, his voice carrying a mix of nerves and determination. “i tried contacting you, but you weren’t replying. i wanted to ask you to prom, but since it’s too late, i thought about bringing prom to you.” a shy smile tugged at his full lips as he pronounced those words.

you stared at him, speechless. he wanted to go to prom with you? and when he couldn’t reach you, he came all the way to your house, just to make it happen? it felt like a dream, too good and too sweet to be true.

noticing your surprise, riki carefully set the bouquet on the ground. then, he took your hand in his, warmth spreading all over your face.

“dance with me,” he whispered, his voice soft and filled with hope.

without waiting for your reply, he led you closer to him, his free hand settling on your waist, while with his other hand, he fumbled awkwardly with his phone, tongue poking out as he tried to play a slow song for you two to dance to.

the sight made you giggle, finding endearing how clumsy he was.

you looped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him as you swayed together. the world seemed to fall away — there was only the two of you, the soft music, and the steady rhythm of your movements.

he held your gaze the entire time, his lovesick smile resting on his pretty lips — the ones you couldn’t help but glance at more times than you cared to admit.

as the song came to an end, the world seemed to slow down around the two of you. he rested his forehead gently against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face as he took both of your hands in his, holding them like they were going to break if he applied to much force.

“y/n..” he began, his voice soft and steady, though you could sense the nervousness beneath it. “i like you. i’ve liked you for so long, i couldn’t resist keeping it to myself anymore.” he whispered, waiting for any reaction on your part.

tears welled up in your eyes and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. riki stiffened for a moment, his hand lingering on your back before holding you closer.

“i like you too, riki. so much, i can’t believe you actually feel the same” a soft laugh escaped his lips, filled with relief and happiness. he brought one of his hands to your cheek, delicately caressing your skin. “can i be your boyfriend, then?” he asked, his lips curling up into a shy smile as he bit down his lower lip to keep it from spreading too much.

you didn’t answer his question with words. instead, you leaned in, catching his lips in a passionate yet slow kiss. his hand on your cheek moved down to your neck, while his other hand rested on your waist.

at that moment, it felt as if you were touching the sky with a finger. you felt loved in a way that warmed every layer of your heart, cared for in a way that melted every lingering doubt. but, most importantly, you felt seen — truly seen — for the first time.

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