#computer science dumbass assignment next week

[mildew-dread-mold]

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[dreamcatcherrs]

august - ranboo x reader

+ disclaimer! I don't know if ranboo actually has a cat :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ranboo x f!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ranboo can’t help but to blush every time you look at him, not realising that he was falling even harder for you than he realised.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.478

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none :)

song recommendation: august - taylor swift

the first time he’d spotted you was in science class, near the end of the school year. that one time you looked up and smiled at him because of something stupid he’d said to his friend, that you for some reason found funny - he couldn’t stop thinking of that smile for the rest of the day. the image of you stuck in his head.

the next time he saw you was in p.e. you were wearing those pretty red sports shorts that you always wore, but he for some reason had never noticed until now. and whenever you’d walk or run past him, the smell of vanilla would follow behind you, filling his nostrils with the scent, and it felt heavenly. from that day on, he decided that he really liked the smell of vanilla.

weeks went by before you first talked to him. you were sat behind him and had poked his shoulder to ask him if he had a spare pencil for you to borrow. he breathed in, eyes wide from surprise. were you talking to him? it was only when you tilted your head to the side with a playful smile on your face that he realised he’d been zoned out, completely forgetting that he had to respond.

“uh- yeah, sure.” he’d fumbled with his backpack, trying to fish out his pencil case only to remember… he didn't have one. he moved his hands back again, looking back up at you as you leaned over the table with a patient smile on your face. “uhm… actually, I don't have one either.”

that made you laugh, and he was just confused, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “well, I guess I can't really complain about that,” you giggled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “I’m y/n, by the way. we have science together, I just don't think we ever got the chance to talk.” he grabbed the hand you’d put out to shake, staring into your bright eyes as you shook his hand. were there stars in your eyes? it looked like there was a whole other universe in there.

“I guess not-”

“hey, you two. eyes up here.” mr. jefferson, you douche-

“sorry mr. jefferson!” you apologised, before turning to send him a playful smile. as if you two had a secret that no one else knew about. he wondered if that smile was always able to get you out of trouble. he thought about it for a while as mr. jefferson explained the different historic sculptures, and then came to the conclusion, that no one could be mad at a person with such a smile for very long.

“aww, you never told me you had a kitty!”

he threw his backpack onto the arm chair in his living room, letting out an exasperated sigh as you followed behind him, or rather, followed his cat behind him. he turned around to see you crouched down beside his cat, softly petting it  with the cutest smile on your face.

“yeah. pretty cute, right?” he joined you by petting the purring creature, heart bubbling with how cute the sight in front of him was. he wasn't just talking about the cat.

“well, should we get started?” you asked, shrugging your own backpack off and getting out a small notebook. he’d noticed you wrote in it a couple of times during the class before.

you’d both been assigned for a science project together - what a coincidence. he wasn't complaining though - not at all. you’d had fun times together in class since, now being sat beside each other. you’d gone to his place to put in some extra work ethic. “you’re lucky I actually like science! then we’ll get some work done.”

you plopped down on his couch, taking in the comfiness for a moment, before fishing out your computer. “are you implying something?” you giggled at his question, lifting a finger at him.

“that I do all of the work in science class while you sit and stare at me? yes.”

a wave of heat flooded over him, cheeks and ears turning red and his palms sweating up. was it that obvious?

you patted the spot on the couch beside you for him to sit down, a small smile etched onto your face. he did so, finding a comfortable way to sit in before looking over at your computer screen. you turned you head to him, scooting closer when you noticed he could barely see your screen. as if that would help his sweaty armpits and rosy cheeks…

“okay, do you remember our lesson about polar and non-polar electronegativity?” his face was blank. the words were foreign to him. was that the day you wore that pink lipstick? or did he just think that because he thought it looked so good on you?

you rolled your eyes playfully at his lack of response, proceeding to point at the screen and explain to him what it means. he listened to start off with, but then soon realised that his thoughts had drifted off to another place, eyes gazing over to look at you instead of the screen. and instead of listening, he started thinking about the way your lips moved - how cute and perfect they were. and how much he wanted to kiss them.

he lost his train of thought when you turned your head to him again, a frown on your face when noticing how lost in thought he was, clearly not paying attention, yet your look of disbelief quickly turned into a surprised expression. was he looking at you?

“you’re not listening.”

he looked bewildered for a moment, but quickly managed to clear his throat awkwardly, eyes turning to the screen again. “sorry.”

you began to explain again, and this time he only glanced over at you once when... was that blush on your cheeks?

the first time he kissed you was one month later, summer break. you were at the local park, basking in the rays of sun as the summer was soon to end. the smell of freshly mowed grass was all that filled your nostrils, and the fresh breeze every now and then was enough to keep you from melting under the heat of the sun.

you were sat at a nice waterfall, your backs turned towards it as you ate the sandwiches you had just bought. the sound of water trickling out of the different places on the statue was pleasant for your ears, peaceful really.

he’d gone to push his longer hair out of his face, and then rest his hand beside him, in the middle of the two of you. but instead of meeting a cold surface, his hand met your soft one, that was already resting right where he was about to put his hand.

he heard you gasp softly, head turning to look down at your hands. he looked back at you with wide eyes, which you quickly returned when realizing what had happened, a rosy colour spreading over your cheeks. and right then, he couldn’t help himself. he knew you hadn’t known each other for that long, but he knew you. and he for sure knew that he liked you.

as your eyes stared into his, head slightly leaning in, he kissed you. soft and sweet and short, and when he pulled back again, your eyes were closed and you didn’t look displeased at all. and that’s when he knew, you liked him, too.

“ranboo, I swear, if you rest your arm on my head one more time!”

he laughed at your small threat, removing his arm from its comfortable place on the top of your head. he ruffled your hair, just to annoy you, with a playful smirk on his face. you pouted at him, fixing your hair again and softly shoving at his chest.

“fine~ I’ll stop. you’re just so short, it’s hard not to,” he giggled, patting the top of your head lightly as he smiled down at you brightly.

“maybe you should just be shorter. then I won't have to get on my toes all the time to kiss you.” you crossed your arms, staring up at him with a smirk on your face.

he shrugged. “nah. I kinda like seeing you struggle with that.”

you rolled your eyes and let out a low grumble, acting like a kid who was just told they weren't allowed any candy. before you knew it, a dandelion was pushed back into your hair, followed suit by a quick peck on your cheek. your lips parted in surprise, eyes staring up at him again, before reaching your hand up to gently touch the flower, a small smile spreading across your face.

“now,” he started, leaning down to intertwine his fingers with yours. “shall we go out to enjoy the last day of august?”

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[carmenlire]

Meet Me in the Stacks Ch. 3

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As soon as Yoongi hears the overhead announcement that the library is officially closed, he’s shutting down his computer at the reference desk and heading towards the back to grab his things. It’s one of the last Sundays of the season that they’re open and he’s eager to enjoy the end of his weekend before coming back to work for another six straight days.

He passes by Taehyung who’d been assigned to the computer area for today’s shift and winces a little as he sees his coworker helping three different people print while trying to hurry them along as quickly and subtly as possible.

When Yoongi gets to their workroom, Jin and Jimin are already packed up and ready to head out.

“Is Namjoon at the restaurant already?”

Jimin laughs as he types something on his phone. “Of course. He rode his bike there and already put in his name for a table. We should be seated as soon as we get there. Hobi-hyung just drove straight to the restaurant on his way back into town so he'll be there, too.”

Groaning, Yoongi makes sure he has his wallet and keys before shuffling over to the door. “Thank God. I’m hungry and need to vent.”

“Ah, Yoongi-chi, what pissed you off today?”

Grumbling as he opens the door and still sees Taehyung helping the last patron, Yoongi just mutters, “I’ll tell everyone later.”

Jin and Jimin hum in understanding, knowing that they never talk shit about patrons when they’re at work and can be overheard.

The three of them leave through the staff entrance at the back, Jimin making eye contact with Tae to make sure he knows where they’ll be waiting, and Yoongi squints at the bright early evening sunshine.

It’s a little past five o’clock but it’s still warm. Yoongi feels a little like a bat or a particularly grubby mole as his eyes literally burn at the brightness.

Jimin sees his suffering and has the audacity to laugh. “Hyung, you should get out more, enjoy the fresh air. You look like a baby vampire.”

Yoongi snorts. “Fuck off, Jimin,” he retorts absently.

Thankfully, it’s not too much more before Taehyung comes tumbling out of the staff entrance.

“Oh my God,” he whispers, looking like he’d just stared death in the face. “I didn’t think I’d ever make it out of there.”

Everyone laughs in commiseration at their friend’s dramatics. “We were losing hope too,” Jin snickers before patting him on the shoulder. “But you’re free now and Yoongi’s about to start eating his foot so let's get to the restaurant.”

They decide to walk since it’s such a nice day and not for the first time, Yoongi begrudgingly admits that he really does love living in a small town where everything is within walking distance. The library is just a few blocks from Main Street, closer to the school, and Main Street is chock full of small businesses-- everything from a coffee shop to the soap store that he spends way too much at every time he visits to a world-famous toy store that makes their little corner of the world especially hectic during the Holidays.

There are a dozen restaurants, each with their own specialty, and Yoongi is glad that Namjoon had chosen the barbeque place for his week’s pick. The six of them go out every Sunday evening for what they’ve taken to calling family dinners and while he’ll never admit it aloud, Yoongi loves this little tradition of theirs.

It’s a pleasant walk, less than fifteen minutes, and Namjoon’s bike is clearly visible near the front. When everyone walks in, they see Hoseok and Namjoon at their favorite table in the corner. A messy few minutes later as everyone settles, and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief at sitting down and being off the clock and away from hell, at least for the next fifteen hours.

“So,” Taehyung starts, skimming over a menu he could probably recite at this point. “How was your weekend, Hoseok-hyung?”

Hoseok grins, taking a sip of his coke that he must’ve ordered before everyone else arrived. “It was wonderful, Tae-ah. I’m glad I put in for this weekend off. Going back home was fun, especially since the weather was so nice, and my mom sent me back with enough food to feed an army.”

“Well, we know where to stop by for dinner this week, don’t we,” Jimin asks and Hoseok groans good-naturedly.

“I’m glad you had a good time, even if you left the rest of us to suffer in your stead,” Taehyung says solemnly and Namjoon snorts.

“What happened this afternoon, Tae? I know Yoongi texted me last night about how awful things were at closing yesterday but you look, no offense, a little wrung out.”

Yoongi interjects before Taehyung can reply. “You act like you don’t remember how Saturdays used to be. If we’re not dead then it’s Bedlam. Just because you’re management now doesn’t mean you should be so impervious to the plights of your staff. After all, if it weren’t for us common librarians--”

Everyone, including Namjoon, groans at the familiar spiel. “Stop bullshitting, hyung. Did I not cover the desk all week with you last month when Jin took off and we were short staffed in the evenings? And did I not have to calm down Cerano when he almost went nuclear at the prospect of, God forbid, having to pay for his 132 single-sided color prints?”

Grumbling, Yoongi just rolls his eyes. “At least you didn’t get hit on by a woman looking old enough to be your grandmother yesterday. And I couldn’t very well offend her delicate sensibilities and tell her I was gay as fuck, so I just had to smile as she had the audacity to pinch my cheeks and call me a goddamn dumpling. When I tell you that I’m entitled to financial compensation--”

“The union pays a fair wage, you know,” Jimin breaks in mildly and Yoongi just glares at the flagrant disrespect.

Before things can get any more out of hand, though, Namjoon calms everyone down. “Well, it’s good to know that the building’s still standing and that my department is making me proud even when I’m not there.”

Everyone scoffs and as the topic turns to talking about potential plans for the group to go on a weekend trip together over the summer, Yoongi reflects that he’s really quite glad he took this job in a small town a few years ago.

Yoongi hadn’t always known what he wanted to do. He’d majored in history in college-- minoring in a few other areas that caught his interest-- but knew he didn’t have the patience to pursue his Ph.D. and become a professor. He’d always had fond memories of his own library back home, though, of reading any book he could get his hands on, of his mom taking him every week when he was still young enough to participate in children’s programs.

As graduation had started looming, Yoongi had applied for an internship at a research library and had fallen in love. He loved learning and helping others find what they wanted made him feel good, like he was making a difference, even if it was such a small one. As soon as his last semester had began and his internship had wrapped up for the summer, he’d started applying for Masters programs in Library Science and had learned very quickly that there is a lot that goes into making libraries run smoothly and stay relevant to the masses.

He’d been roommates with Seokjin and Namjoon during college and while he’d wandered from library to library for a few years, trying different types of institutions to see what fit and what didn't, his old roommates had started as entry level librarians in a small town a couple of hours away from university.

The three of them had stayed in touch and Yoongi had treated them to a celebratory dinner whenever Namjoon was promoted to first assistant manager and then manager of the adult services department. Seokjin, for his part, was content enough in his role, tending to his collections and away from the pressure of dealing with the director directly and having to make all those big grand strategic plans for their department and library at large.

Namjoon thrived in his new role and when he’d reached out to Yoongi, let him know that someone was retiring and they’d have a spot open, Yoongi hadn’t hesitated to apply.

His best friend hadn’t been part of the interview committee and all around, that made things easier. He’d been offered the job the next day, started within a month, and had quickly found himself surrounded by idiots.

He loved it.

Yoongi’s been at the library for a few years now and while the whole department is full of dumbasses, they have the highest circulation of any neighboring library and Namjoon keeps them all in line with firm but fluid leadership.

Moving to a new town is always nerve wracking but Yoongi likes to think that he’s settled into things. He had Namjoon and Seokjin but his other coworkers in the department became fast friends, welcoming him with open arms. Of course, he’d heard stories about Hobi and Jimin and Taehyung-- but they had heard stories too and they had seemed to be friends almost before he even started his new position.

All in all, things were good. Yoongi didn’t absolutely hate his job, he had good friends, and he lived in a quiet neighbourhood with a bustling town life that he rarely participated in but knew he could if he did.

Yoongi’s thoughts break off as he hears Jimin’s peel of laughter. Tuning back into the conversation, he hears Hoseok exclaim, “You should see the way Yoongi turns red whenever he comes up to the desk. I thought his ears were gonna catch fire the last time he helped him.”

Glaring, Yoongi demands, “What the hell are you cretins talking about now?”

It’s Namjoon who laughs. “Everyone was filling me in on your admirer. I can’t believe you’ve had to tell him where the computers are six times and you haven’t lost your patience yet. It must be love,” he teases with a grin and Yoongi plots murder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joon-ah,” he says stiffly and resolutely ignores the fact that it’s getting a little warm in the restaurant.

Thankfully, everyone simmers down as the waitress comes by with drinks-- Hoseok and Namjoon ordered for everyone while they were waiting-- and it’s time to order food.

That only eats up so much time though and soon enough, Yoongi’s back in the hot seat and cursing his existence for moving here and landing himself with a bunch of idiots.

“So hyung,” Taehyung starts with a wide smile. “Have you gotten Jungkook’s number yet?”

Yoongi just narrows his eyes. “How do you know his name?”

Taehyung waves the question away. “Oh, we’re getting to be friends,” he answers airily.

Jimin giggles and it’s a little concerning how devious it sounds. “Sometimes he comes in and you’re not there so we got to talking one day when Taehyungie and I were at the desk together. He really is cute, isn’t he?”

Feeling like he’s chewing glass, Yoongi grits out, “I guess if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“And are you into that,” Hoseok asks with an infuriating smirk. “You know, tall and toned and with those tattoos--”

“The way his hair falls into his eyes,” Jin adds dreamily. “The way he dresses like he wants to tell you to fuck off but then he speaks and he’s the cutest, most polite thing you ever saw--”

Yoongi tries to keep from smiling but sees from the way Namjoon’s eyes sharpen as he watches him and knows he’s not being as subtle as he’d like. Knowing that he has to say something, all Yoongi can manage is, “So maybe I think he’s attractive. That doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen.”

“And why not,” Jimin asks, genuinely curious. “You like him, he likes you--”

“How on earth can you know that,” Yoongi cuts in flatly. “He’s never done anything to show he’s interested in me as more than the librarian who knows where the copier is.”

He’s stunned when the entire table groans in unison.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Hoseok asks, looking a little put-out. “As if Jungkook doesn’t make a beeline towards you whenever he comes to the library.”

“Like he doesn’t know exactly where everything is by now and like he isn’t a reasonably well-adjusted adult who could figure things out by himself but still asks you for help just so he can bask in your grumpy little gremlin presence for a few minutes--”

“Wait what,” Yoongi breaks in, shocked. “What do you mean he knows where everything is? Every time he comes in, he needs directions.”

“Yeah, from you,” Seokjin says pointedly.

“If he doesn’t see you at the reference desk, he doesn’t even look at us,” Taehyung adds. “At least before I introduced myself and pulled him into a conversation. The most we ever got from him was a wave and a little smile.”

From his periphery, Yoongi sees Namjoon open his mouth and he closes his eyes in defeat, knows that his friend is about to put the final nail in the coffin that has been Yoongi’s frankly impressive ability to downplay his feelings and any hope that they might be reciprocated.

He’s right.

Namjoon looks sheepish as he adds his two cents. “If this is who I think we’re talking about, I’ve seen him around.”

Looking intrigued, Hoseok prompts, “Do tell.”

With a wary glance in Yoongi’s direction, like Namjoon is afraid he’ll just lunge across the table to shut him up, Namjoon explains, “I was walking back from a managers meeting and saw someone in the New Nonfiction section? He was a little distracted looking at the cover of a book and someone bumped into him. He was admittedly pretty hot so I wasn’t running back to my office like I usually am--”

Jin snorts but Namjoon merely plods on, neck a little warm, “Anyway, I heard the patron who bumped into him ask if he knew where the scanner was and Jungkook told them. I was ready to step in but he had it handled. A few minutes later after I talked to Jimin-ah at the computer desk, I looked up and he was actually helping the old woman scan her papers.”

Nodding along like it confirms everything they’ve been saying, Hoseok looks smug. “He’s not only a gentlemen but he knows how to use technology.”

Jin stabs into his starter salad that's just been placed in front of him before pointing his fork with a cherry tomato hanging off the end at Yoongi. “Snap him up before someone else does, Yoongi-chi.”

Taeyhung laughs. “Yeah, you know Jimin and I are always looking--”

“Shut up,” Yoongi pleads quietly as he brings a hand up to his temple. “What the fuck,” he mutters to himself, wondering what Jungkook’s aim is here.

“Isn’t it obvious, hyung,” Namjoon asks, making Yoongi realize he must’ve spoken aloud. “He’s trying to woo you.”

With an unattractive snort, Jin tacks on, “I know it might be hard to believe, but some people think you’re cute.”

Yoongi blinks but Jin doesn’t let him say anything before his tone turns philosophically wry and he’s continuing, “Some people really like the grump look. Admittedly, I didn’t think odds were on that you’d find someone at work when all you do is glare at your computer screen mutinously and whisper under your breath about running away to a fishing village in Florida but here we are and Jungkook seems like a nice enough guy, albeit one who makes me worry about his taste in men, if he likes them so prickly--”

“Oh but hyung,” Taehyung breaks in mischievously, “Have you really seen Yoongi with Jungkook? He turns into a little kitten, I swear--”

“Yah, I’m still your hyung, you brat,” Yoongi interrupts darkly. “Would it kill you to show a little respect?”

“But he’s right, Yoongi.” Jimin would almost look apologetic if it wasn’t for the devilish gleam in his eye. “I’ve seen you stutter when Jungkook asks you a question and as soon as you see him, your whole face lights up. Granted, I don’t think most people would be able to notice but your dourness is only, like at a one out of ten instead of off the charts. He even makes you smile when he’s being adorably awkward, too.”

“Too,” Yoongi repeats, squinting a little.

Taehyung nods solemnly. “You’re a mess around him, Yoongi-hyung.”

“A match made in heaven then,” Hoseok crows and the rest of the table laughs.

Yoongi’s just trying to stop his thoughts from spinning out of control at the fount of information that just dumped all over him. Deciding he needs a quick break to get himself under control, he moves his chair back, merely offering, "I need to go to the restroom," when Jimin looks at him in question.

The group waves him on, having a merry time, and Yoongi rolls his eyes even as he huffs out a fond laugh at their antics, even if they're at his expense.

They come to this restaurant at least once a month-- they all love barbecue a little too much-- and Yoongi's sliding around tables and heading towards the restrooms near the front of the building. He spends a few minutes at the sink, and when he looks at himself in the mirror, he winces seeing that his face definitely didn't hide his reactions to all the ribbing about Jungkook.

He collects himself and feels better as he washes his hands and goes to head back to the table. Swinging open the door, he's passing the hostess stand when he hears someone call out his name. "Yoongi?"

Looking over, Yoongi freezes when he meets Jungkook's eyes. Out of everyone in town, Yoongi despairs, he just just had to run into his crush when he'd just gotten himself back under control. He only hopes that none of his friends are looking over or he'll never hear the end of it.

"Hi, Jungkook," He greets warmly. Not seeing anyone obviously with him, Yoongi asks, "Are you eating alone?"

He's all set to ask Jungkook if he'd like to join him and his friends-- and he knows, he knows, that his friends will have way too much to say if he brings him back to his table but there's a little voice in his head that points out that Jungkook seems pretty new in town and if he's eating out at a restaurant alone, he might like some company and apparently, Jungkook is already friends or at least friendly with the devil twins and it might not even be so bad to eat with Jungkook, to see how he acts with the most important people in Yoongi's life, that he'd love to spend more time with him outside of the library-- but all of his rambling internal wishes are for naught when Jungkook just smiles sheepishly and nods towards where the hostess is walking towards them with a bag.

"I'm just picking up takeout, don't worry."

Yoongi nods, thinking of what he can say to add to the conversation before the silence grows too long and awkward between them. "This is one of the best restaurants in town. Even their takeout is amazing."

Jungkook grins and reaches out for the bag the hostess holds, murmuring his thanks before he turns fully to Yoongi. "I might have a serious weakness for their lamb skewers. I come here like, twice a week at least," he admits with a little laugh and Yoongi doesn't know why, but he's endeared.

"That's what I usually get," Yoongi says and watches Jungkook's eyes light up.

"Really, Yoongi-ssi?" Yoongi nods, feels his face get warmer which is infuriating since he had just cooled down but Jungkook suddenly looks a little nervous as he bites his lip. Finally, looking at Yoongi a little shyly, Jungkook says, "Maybe one of these days we could get lamb skewers together?"

Before Yoongi even has a chance to respond, Jungkook's eyes are widening and he's almost backtracking. "I know that we don't really talk outside of the library and that even when we do, you're always helping me but I thought it might be nice to talk-- outside of your work, sometime. If you wanted to, of course! I don't mean to put you on the spot and I know it must be awkward to have to tell someone who sees you at your work no but please feel free to if you don't want to--"

"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi finally breaks in just for Jungkook to obviously cut himself off and take a deep breath. "I'd like that."

"Yeah," Jungkook asks, hopeful, eyes wide and the hint of a smile curling on his mouth.

Yoongi had mostly talked before he'd let himself think but it's not like this isn't what his friends were just hinting at. He's still loathe to get his hopes up but if this is Jungkook making a move or trying to be friends, then Yoongi definitely doesn't want to discourage that. And while he knows he's a flustered mess, he'd really like to hang out with Jungkook more, especially outside of work. "Yeah," he confirms with a smile of his own, tentative and small, just to watch Jungkook grin.

It's almost blinding. Yoongi loves it.

"Great," Jungkook says. "We'll definitely do that then."

Yoongi can't think of anything to say besides repeating Jungkook again. "Great," he says, abashed and drops his eyes to stare at Jungkook's combat boots.

Looking down, he doesn't see the way Jungkook's gaze softens, turns into something gentler and unforgivably enamored.

It's silent between them for a moment and Yoongi's used up all of his brainpower to get this far so it's a little startling when Jungkook suddenly shifts and lifts his bag a little, apologetic. "It was really great running into you, Yoongi-ssi but I should probably get going before my food gets cold. I'll see you soon?"

Nodding along to whatever Jungkook was saying, Yoongi blinks a little before offering, "Hyung."

Jungkook tilts his head a little, confused, and Yoongi takes a breath. "You can call me hyung. If you want."

This time it's Jungkook's turn to look away, flustered and happy, but he's meeting Yoongi's eyes again a split second later. "Okay, then. Hyung. I'll see you later?"

"Okay, Jungkook-ah. I'll see you later. It was nice running into you like this."

Jungkook waves with his free hand, smile bright as he steps toward the door. "Bye, hyung!"

Yoongi watches him stride past the big window and sighs a little to himself. He doesn't really know what the last five minutes were but he's happy and a little nervous but definitely feeling good.

Knowing that his friends will probably start looking for him soon, he take a deep breath, wills the blush he just knows is high on his cheeks to fade, and walks back to their table.

Everyone smiles at his return and he takes his seat quietly, listening to Hoseok update everyone on how his parents are and what he did this weekend back in his hometown. He's not really paying attention to the conversation though, too wrapped up in what just happened with Jungkook and if it means what he really wants it to mean and how it might connect to what his friends had been telling him before he'd left the table.

There's a pause in the conversation as the waitress brings their meals out and Yoongi debates with himself on bringing Jungkook back up but he wants to be sure, can’t quite stop the hope from sparking but before it starts raging out of control. He just needs one last bit of reassurance.

Taking a deep breath, his quiet voice breaks through the pandemonium that’s his friends making fun of him.

“So he really doesn’t need help,” he asks, out of nowhere, trying to pretend the answer isn’t important to him, like he’s not hinging on his friends’ next words. “He only singles me out?”

Jin’s eyes soften as he looks at him and Yoongi feels both put on the spot but comforted as one of his oldest friends just nods softly. “I’m telling you, Yoongi-yah, Jungkook is at least interested in you.”

“Definitely,” Jimin confirms nodding earnestly. “Did you know that he’s had his office printer set-up for weeks now but still comes to the library to work sometimes? But hyung, if he doesn’t see you then he just wanders in the books for a little while before grabbing one and checking out. He really is just coming to the library for you.”

“Maybe you should give him a chance, hyung,” Taehyung encourages and Yoongi smiles despite himself.

His friends really do mean well even if they’re a pain in his ass most of the time.

“I don’t know,” he says, unsure and not bothering to hide it. “What if I do something, or let myself think something means something, and it turns out he’s just a nice guy who’s polite and I read way too much into things?”

It looks like Hoseok is praying for patience but his voice is soft and nothing but supportive and understanding as he replies, “Then you still put yourself out there and that’s something to be proud of. Plus, you’re both so awkward and nice that it wouldn’t ruin anything. You could at least be friends.”

“As your manager,” Namjoon breaks in and Yoongi stiffens a little wondering if this is going to be one of the times when his friend has to be the bad guy. “I don’t see anything wrong with talking to him outside of the library or even asking him on a date. You’re never presumptuous or pushy, hyung. If he even hinted that he wasn’t into you like that, you’d back up and remain professional. I don’t see any issue with you crushing on a patron.”

The rest of the table cheers now that they have their boss’ approval and Yoongi pretends like he doesn’t feel the same relief.

“Whatever,” he finally says when the expectant looks of his friends starts to be a bit much and he feels like he has to speak. “We’ll see what happens but I’m not in any rush to make a fool of myself.”

“Ah hyung,” Jimin says, wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, “You’ll be fine. It’s not like Jungkook doesn’t look ready to bookmark your ass as soon as you give the okay.”

Yoongi chokes, reaching for his water, and all of his friends laugh at his flustered face, rapidly turning red. He hates them, he really does.

But then Seokjin pats his shoulder and deftly turns the topic back to work and how he’d almost gotten into a fight with a group of teenagers who’d called him an ancient hag when he’d merely told them to lower their voices a little, and Namjoon looks like he’s seeing his department demerits flash in front of his eyes and everyone’s laughing as the heat is taken off of Yoongi and he decides that this isn’t so bad, after all.

He doesn’t know if anything will come from his conversation with Jungkook tonight, so he decides not to say anything, doesn’t want to give anyone any more fodder against him-- really doesn’t want his friends to get so excited that it makes him hope, too. He’ll see what happens and maybe he won’t try so hard to hide his feelings.

Ignoring a voice that sounds suspiciously like Jimin telling him that he’s already shit at hiding his feelings, Yoongi forgets about crushes and guys who can be both hot and adorable at the same time and enjoys the rest of his family dinner with his friends, thinking about how his life is made up of small moments like these that all string together to make a pretty good existence, all in all.

[childofthenight2035]

Nothing But A Name

A/N: i literally cannot believe this

my fic just got deleted somehow maybe i was just a dumbass but whatever

so this is a repost im sorry if you’ve already read it forgive me

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x g!Reader

Summary/Prompt: You have a secret blog and an enthusiastic fan, but never in a million years would you think it was who it was.

Genre: Fluff, College!au

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: None

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—Y/N POV—

I shoved my books and pens aside after carefully tucking my (finally) completed Economics assignment, still wondering if the teacher would accept it. The rain pounded down onto the dorm roof harder with each passing hour. I half-hoped we would get a day off because of too much rain.

“I’m only a day late,” I assured myself aloud. “Relax.” I wanted to sleep, I wanted to not get back up for the rest of the week. It was only Wednesday. I had three more days of classes until I could sleep until noon and not have to stay up so late. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and placed it carefully onto the desk. I checked my watch. I probably still had time for a post before I slept.

I opened my blog page, Tristful, and typed away at the keys, making a new post.

It’s raining. Really hard. Rain is always portrayed as a symbol of bad luck, isn’t it? of grief and loss? But I’ve always loved it. It’s beautiful.

It’s tiring, isn’t it? Having to wake up in the morning and do the things that you hate to do? Me? I want to draw and paint and play my music, I want to photograph everything under the sun, I want to read and I want to write. But I can’t. Like a lot of people can’t. I’m so exhausted, with living life. No one on this side of the screen seems to care much.

Loving someone taught me how to sacrifice in vain,

And loving no one taught me to love myself again.

I clicked post and leaned back in my chair, knowing that sleep would soon trap me in its hold. My eyelids were already getting heavy. I stared at the screen, a tiny bit of relief flowing through me, that I had a place to vent; a place to smile and to cry where no one would know it was me. My blog was a complete secret—not even my best friend Ziya knew.

A ping startled me: someone had sent a message. I opened the box and saw, spirit rising, that bubblegum-dimples had replied to my newest post. I smiled to myself. I had no idea who this person was (I assumed it was a she) but she had taken it up to follow me and react to whatever I did. Not in the creepy way, I mean. It was sort of cute, once I got used to it.

Aw its okay things will get better you sound like you need a hug I wish I was there! its raining here too lol

I laughed. thanks Im feeling better already

Then, as an afterthought, I added: what are you up to nowadays?

Soon I got a  reply. what else? homework. it sucks being in uni and still having to do hw

ooh uni> me too what subject do you take

I take history and econ. science isn’t for me haha *shrug*

My eyebrows raised in amusement. I take economics too its such a bitch nowadays

speaking of which, I should really get back to studying sorry got to go

okay bye ttyl

I shut down my computer and collapsed onto my bed. I fumbled around for my alarm clock and set it for six the next morning. It’s already two am? I thought, horrified. Damn, I’m going to spend the entire day in bed after I turn in my assignment. My eyelids drooped.

The agonizing buzz of my phone caused my eyes to snap open, mentally screaming at whoever had the audacity to call so early and throw away my sleep. I reached over to the desk where I was sure I had kept my phone, my head still buried in my pillow. Without even looking at the caller, I answered. “Hello?”

“Sorry, Y/N, did I wake you?”

Jaehyun. Jaehyun. Why. Why?? “You sick son of a—“ I sighed, rubbing the drowsiness out of my eyes and propping myself up on my elbows. “No, of course you didn’t. What are you talking about? I’m always bright and fresh at two freaking am.”

I could almost see him wincing on the other side. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. I just needed help on the last homework question in Econ.”

“You expect me to believe that you were up until two doing homework?” I asked incredulously, this wasn’t like him at all.

“You know the professor will kick me out of class if I don’t do my work this time, too,” he whined. “You heard him.” I had heard him. Jaehyun had most consistently failed to submit his paperwork for five weeks in a row and the professor publicly humiliated him, asking him not to take Economics if he had such a low IQ that he couldn’t add two numbers.

I groaned. “Which question?”

“The last one,” he replied, sounding infinitely more cheerful. “Question 20.”

I squinted around and took my book from where I had shoved it aside, rummaging quickly through it for the answer. “Um. Option (b).”

“Why though?” I silently prayed to whoever was listening to help this boy through his troubled times.

“It’s the same exact question as one of the examples in the text.” I voice shaking as I yawned. “Look in the book, dumbass. Quit pestering me so late.”

“The textbook?” I heard shuffling sounds.

“Do you even still have your text?” I teased. “Or did you sell it for drug money?”

“Hey, I don’t do drugs,” he protested. “Oh, I found the question. Thanks.”

“Hm.” I mumbled. There was a pause. I knew he hadn’t hung up because I could hear his breathing.

“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked.

My forehead creased. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, just…you sound sick?” Another pause. “Oh, right, you were sleeping. Never mind.”

“I’m fine. Goodnight, Jae,” I said firmly, wanting nothing more than rest.

“Yeah. Goodnight. Thanks.” Then I heard a beep. He’d hung up.

Thank you, I mentally remarked. Boy’s been pushing his limits. Jaehyun wasn’t my best friend, no, I had only met him after I started uni last year. But although we had only two classes together, something seemed to stick. My actual best friend, Ziya and Jae couldn’t stand each other. They only did to be civil. Ziya said she was sure he was some fishy guy and Jae said she was stuck-up and possessive. Neither was true. Personally, I just thought they were jealous of each other. Maybe they liked each other? Too much thinking. Shut up and go to sleep, brain.

 -

—Jaehyun POV—

I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed. Then I got back to work, holding an eye open with one hand and furiously scribbling away into my notebook with the other. I hadn’t been lying. I was doing my homework.

Okay, maybe I procrastinated until ten pm. Okay, and maybe I was looking at my phone half the time. I was still doing my homework.

I finished the answer and literally flung my book and pen aside, throwing myself onto the bed. My hand cradled my phone and I smiled to myself, remembering the post.

Okay, so I had a blog. Nothing to be overly concerned about. A lot of people had blogs. But mine was secret. I didn’t let anyone see or even know about it. They would probably tease the heck out of me. At any rate, no one would suspect that I had a blog that looked like what it did. I didn’t want people to know that side of me. Everyone saw me as goofy and cool and as of the moment, I was okay with that scenario.

But there was that girl. The girl who posted almost every day and wrote little couplets at the end of her posts. I was sure it was a girl—if it turned out to be a guy, I would be genuinely surprised. Not that guys can’t write poems—the way the person wrote just gave me that instinctive feel. The name of her blog was Tristful and I remember the moment I first saw the blog, I had rushed to find the meaning of the word. Sad, I recalled. Melancholy. She didn’t say anything extravagant. Not many pictures of her favourite singers and actors, no out-of-this-world conspiracy theories, just a simple post about what happened in her day. Not a play-by-play description. Just a note of her mood, and the most relatable things that I’d ever read. Her little couplets were awesome, too. That took effort. Not many people had the patience to think up a new couplet each time they posted something.

She had posted just a few minutes ago. And like the loyal follower (some people might call me a stalker, I swear I’m not) I was, I immediately liked it and replied. It was apparently raining over there, wherever she was. It was raining even harder over here. But today’s post was a lamentation about how she had to live life in a way she didn’t want to. I couldn’t agree more. I was learning history and economics but I wanted to sing and dance and perform. It was frustrating. I felt like everyone was slipping into a boring monotonous life that our ancestors set the blueprints for, and people like tristful19 tried to pull us out and make us see that we could, hypothetically, do what we wanted.

I would never admit it to myself, but I liked her. Even if it wasn’t a her. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone. It seemed weird, but I had developed a sort of crush on her, whoever she was. She must be somewhere far away, possibly millions of miles, and most likely saw me as another girl. But even so, my heart always felt warm when she replied.

I was still smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

 -

—Y/N POV—

I entered my Economics class, assignment in hand to see Jaehyun staring off into space with a dreamy look in his eyes, smiling to himself. That’s odd, I thought. He looks like a lovesick puppy. “Yah!” I said, flicking him in the forehead. He snapped back to where I was from wherever he had been, frowning. “You look like you’re in love, what’s up?”

A faint red tinged his cheeks. Was he actually blushing? “Nothing,” he said uncertainly, trying to play it cool. “What are you talking about?”

“Your ears are red, Jae.”

He immediately covered them. “No, they’re not.”

Cut the crap, Jae. “Is it Ziya?” I deadpanned. His mouth fell open.

“What?!”

I shrugged. “Is it Ziya?”

“Why would you think that I’m in love with Ziya?” he retorted. “I don’t even like her.”

“Well, I mean, both of you are always fighting and teasing each other.” I seated myself in the chair behind him. “I don’t know, I was just asking. Seemed to me like the textbook definition of a schoolboy crush.”

“Well, Y/N, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not a schoolboy,” he hissed. “Don’t know why—“ Just then the professor walked in. The class fell silent. Jaehyun turned around after giving me one last nasty look.

 We both managed to get through Economics without much incident. I turned in my paper and the professor was satisfied with the homework that Jae submitted for the first time that semester. The only chink in the glass was that he gave back some tests that he finally graded. I walked through the halls to my next class, a C- printed in bold letters on the paper dangling from my hand.

“Hey, at least you didn’t fail,” Jaehyun mumbled as he trotted beside me, crumpling up his test sheet and tossing it into a nearby trash can.

“Hey, Y/N!” I didn’t need to look at Jae’s scowl to know that it was Ziya.

“Athletes are called to the field at nine-thirty,” she panted as she jogged up to us. I groaned. “It’s on the notice board. Get going. You know how the coach goes hard on latecomers better than anyone. I’ll get your notes for this period.”

I handed her my bag, but Jae snatched it away from me, frowning at Ziya. “Jae—?”

“You don’t even take English,” he snapped at her. “How would you take her notes? I’ll take them,” he said, turning to me, “I don’t take my own anyway. Wait up after practice, okay? I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Oh, really? Thanks, Jae,” I replied, confused but smiling sweetly at him. What a nice change. “Stay in love, it’s doing you wonders.” As I sprinted down the hall, I could hear the two of them bickering. I shook my head. Those two would never get along, would they?

Was he in love? I pursed my lips. Wouldn’t he tell me at least, if he was? I wonder who it is…. I shook myself. Are you being jealous, Y/N? No. I’m only mad that he  didn’t say anything before. Lies. You’re jealous, aren’t you? NO! I’M NOT! STOP IT!

  -

—Jaehyun POV—

“You’re being pretty generous today.” The voice made me roll my eyes and turn around. Ziya. Of course.

“What are you doing here?” I shot back. “Won’t you give me a moment’s peace?” She held her hands up in surrender. I leant back against the brick wall of the building that bordered the playing field. I was waiting for Y/N to come out so we could get lunch, but look who decided to ruin my day.

“I’m not here to see you or Y/N, if that makes you feel better,” she answered.

“Then why are you here?” I asked. I had become curious, even if I didn’t want to admit it.

She shrugged. “None of your business. You’re waiting for Y/N, aren’t you? There she is.” I turned towards the field and saw her exiting the fenced boundaries, but she wasn’t alone. With a twinge of irritation, I registered the lean form of Taeyong, captain of the ­­soccer team. I waved at Y/N, but she didn’t seem to notice me. They were close enough, talking animatedly, and then closer and closer, and then….they completely passed by, not even bothering to spare me a glance. What the heck?

“What is he doing with her?” I muttered angrily, jealously surging up within me, an insatiable urge to rip Taeyong limb from limb.

“Give it a rest, Jaehyun.” ZIya’s voice floated to my ears, temporarily removing me from my thoughts of putting a bullet through Taeyong’s head. “You’re doing the same thing.”

“What thing?” I responded shortly, still iffed at being ignored.

“You’re mad at Taeyong.”

Of course I’m mad at Taeyong—“What? Why would I be mad at him?” Look at him, trying to chat her up like….Jesus, I need to warn her about him—

She snapped her fingers in front of my face, bringing my attention back to her. “Same reason that you don’t like me.” I looked at her; the undertones in her voice had not gone unnoticed. “You’re so possessive of Y/N. You don’t want anyone else but yourself with her.”

Her expression seemed so forlorn that I felt bad. “Ziya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“ She stopped me.

“It’s okay.” She smiled. “I won’t deny that I tried hard to get her away from you, too.”

I nodded. “Oh, these are her notes. Give them to her, will you?”

The awkward silence fell. I let out a breathy chuckle when I remembered what happened in Economics. “Did you know that Y/N thought I liked you because we’re always arguing?”

She cracked a small smile. “Yeah, she’s mentioned it a couple times, but you’re not really my type much. No offense.” She brushed her hair aside. “Besides, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Y/N is the one you have a crush on. You act like it.” Her face lit up, evidently having seen something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Taeil, one of our seniors walk over. “See you around, Jaehyun.” With a dazzling smile, she linked arms with him and the two walked off.

I was confused. I act like I have a crush on Y/N? Impossible. I don’t like her that way, do I? Is that how people see us?

The rest of the day passed in a daze. I didn’t have any more classes with Y/N, but my thoughts were on her. I won’t deny that I’ve imagined it. What it would be like as her boyfriend. But she’s made it pretty clear that I’m friendzoned! Hasn’t she been trying to set me up with Ziya? That must mean she doesn’t see me that way, right?

 -

After scrawling down a few sentences to pass off as an essay for tomorrow’s English class, I lay sprawled across my bed, absently thumbing through my phone. A post in particular caught my eye. tristful19 back at it, huh?

Well, today was a better day! I won’t name names (duh) but one of my friends was pretty nice to me…I wonder if he likes anyone. I won’t deny that I might like him—I did have a tiny crush on him sometime last year….I think I’m not over it yet. He’s attractive, I’ll give him that.

Sometimes I wonder, is it the trail of a dove?

the perfume of a flower? or a hint of love?

 Well. If that didn’t make me feel worse, then I don’t know what did. I knew I was being silly, getting upset at the newfound lovelife of a blogger who could be anywhere (as if I even had a chance), but it did. I was disappointed, but still, happy for her in a way. My mind was preoccupied, Ziya’s words ringing in my head. What am I feeling right now? I’m not jealous of Taeyong, am I? Why should I be?

“I like Y/N as a friend,” I said aloud.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

I shot up in bed, head hitting the edge of my desk. Eyes watering in pain, I managed to spit out, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Mark, a classmate of mine from the room across the hall, waltzed into the room as I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, rubbing my head.

“Bro, chill, I just needed at clean towel.” He flitted to the wardrobe, knowing where everything was already. “It’s Johnny’s turn to do the laundry and the idiot forgot.” I stood up, arms crossed. “Hey, don’t lend Johnny anything, okay? He needs to learn a lesson.”

“What—what were you saying about Y/N?” I tried to make it sound as if I was only asking casually, but Mark saw right through it. He peeked out from behind the wardrobe door and flashed me a sly smile. My face flushed. I could feel my ears turning red again.

“Dude, you clearly don’t see her as just a friend,” he began, still rummaging through my clothes. “It’s so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?”

“From the way you look at her. It’s obvious that you like her. Everyone thinks so. Even Taeyong came to ask me whether you two were dating or not.”

Fury rose in me. “Taeyong? Why?”

“I think he’s going to ask her out. I don’t know.”

It was like a slap to the face. “What?! And what did you say?”

“I told him you weren’t.” He found a towel and tossed it over his shoulder. “Why are you upset? I thought you only saw her as a friend.”

“Mark…” I growled.

“Bro, you’re in denial. Suck it up and go ask her out.” With a final toss of his head and a smirk, he let himself out the door. What the heck, Mark. You can’t just say stuff like that and then leave.

I took my phone and rapidly typed away, creating a new post.

How do you know whether someone likes you is a question that Google has seen too often. But how do you know whether you like someone? My heart isn’t answering that question.

 -

 —Y/N POV—

I went to class the next day, feeling a little subdued, for two reasons. One was the fact that bubblegun-dimples hadn’t replied to my post and I felt silly for feeling so attached to them. The second was the conversation I had with Taeyong the previous day.

Once he had walked me to the mess hall near my dorm, I’d paused  because I felt that he had chatted all this way to say something important. I wasn’t wrong.

“Y/N, I know this might sound a little forward, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “w-would you want to go out with me sometime?”

Oh. Oh. “I…I don’t really know, Tae, it’s—“

“Is it Jaehyun?” He interrupted abruptly. My jaw dropped.

“J-Jaehyun?” I stammered. “Oh, you know him?”

“Yeah.” Taeyong shrugged. “Best shooting guard on the basketball team I’ve ever seen.” After a pause, he repeated his question. “Is it because of Jaehyun? You guys are together or something?”

“What?” I yelped. “No. We’re not together. I just….” I trailed off. “Where did you hear that we were together?”

He gave a non-committal jerk of the head. “It’s not very subtle, is it? It’s obvious from the way he acts that he’s whipped for you.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Tae, maybe you’re mistaken. We’re not dating. And I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about you.” I grimaced apologetically. “Sorry. I’ll think about it.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he assured, putting on a smile. “Good luck for your track events next month!” He flashed me a thumbs-up and ducked under the door of the mess hall.

Coming back to the present, I sat down next to Jaehyun for English class, Taeyong’s words echoing in my ears. Is it Jaehyun? It’s obvious from the way he acts that he’s whipped for you…

I glanced sideways at Jaehyun, who seemed distant as well. I drew my courage. Dude, it’s just Jae! Your best guy friend, come on! I nudged him with my elbow. He winced.

“Something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, his dark locks falling onto his forehead. I pressed further. “She broke up with you?” He scoffed at me.

“No, she likes someone else.”

Oh, the poor kid. “Aw, tough luck, buddy. Things will be alright in the end.” I patted his back sympathetically.

 -

 —Jaehyun POV—

I didn’t know how I was still sitting there with her. For all I knew, she was Taeyong’s new girlfriend and I had totally blown my chance with her. Did I like her? I guess so. What else could explain what I felt?

“Jaehyun-ssi, if you could please read your essay, we could proceed with the class.” The professor’s sharp tone brought me out of my reverie. I glanced regretfully at the few sentences I’d scribbled in my notebook. I sighed.

“I didn’t do it, ma’am.”

The professor pursed her lips. “I thought so. Y/N, please read yours.”

She stood up, the hem of her shawl brushing against my face, setting my insides on fire. What is even happening to me?? I tried my hardest to focus on what she was saying, knowing nothing other than the theme was on the forsaken lovers, Romeo and Juliet. But the sweet lilt of her voice was making it too hard for me to understand what the words were. I was only picturing the mesmerizing movements of her lips. But then she was ending the essay.

“The taste of his lips, the touch of his skin, gave her the feeling of something akin

and she wondered, is it the trail of a dove? the perfume of a flower? or a hint of love?”

My blood froze. The first thing I thought was, she stole that. The second was, Y/N wouldn’t steal. That means…

The class burst into applause and I joined in, two seconds too late. She sat down, face blushing in pleasure.

I leaned over to her and snatched her notebook away from her. Skimming the neat print, my heart jumped into my throat. “You wrote this yourself?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

I pointed to the couplet. “Even this?”

“Of course. What do you take me for? A thief?”

So it’s her? She’s tristful19? How? What—My eyes ran down her writing again and it struck me. When she talked, it wasn’t as noticeable, but….her writing style is so similar.

I handed the book back to her wordlessly. She tucked it into her bag.

“What did Taeyong say yesterday?” I suddenly questioned.

She glanced over at me in surprise. “Oh. He was…asking me out.”

“And what did you say?” I continued more forcefully.

“I told him I would think about it.”

“Don’t.”

Her eyebrows disappeared into her windswept hair. “Why?”

“He’s not right for you.” My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding. Jae, what have you done now?

“What are you talking about, Jae?” she finally snapped, losing her cool. “If you have something to say, say it instead of beating around the bush.”

I stared at her, eyes digging deeper and deeper into hers, absorbing the beautiful color. I remembered the post the night before and my heart sank. So she does like Taeyong. You’ve got no chance, Jae.

I sat straight. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

 -

I avoided her the rest of the day, mind too far gone to have any peace.

A ding from my phone later that night told me, by instinct, that there was a new post from her. Can you believe it? She’s tristful19? I opened the post.

It’s so frustrating! For the longest time, I’ve had a crush on one of my closest friends and since the past week, people are telling me that he likes me, too. I even turned down a guy on a date yesterday for him! And today, in English class? He was so close. Staring at me the whole time. I searched his eyes but I can’t tell….I was so sure that he was going to tell me that he likes me, but…*sigh*. I’m waiting so long for him to say it first, but I guess I might have to take charge now.

Oh, how I wish for a world in black and white

no grey, no confusion; just what’s wrong and what’s right.

 My heart began to pound. I read the text again and again. English class? ….one of my closest friends…turned down a guy….

“Me,” I whispered, unable to believe it. “She was talking about me.” My fingers hovered over my keypad uncertainly.

maybe he doesn’t know that you like him

The reply was almost instantaneous. not for long

My heart clenched. if he knows, what would you want him to do?

I waited for her response, heartbeat rising in tempo. My phone dinged. run to my door right now, in the dead of night and say it

I couldn’t think straight anymore. I grabbed my jacket, shoved on my shoes and bolted, without even bothering to close the door.

The cold night air was sharp, it stung and woke me up like nothing else. I pulled on my denim jacket as I sprinted across the freshly cut lawns lit only by the moonlight. The wind ripped through my hair and elation filled me to the brim. I thought I would burst. The campus seemed timeless as I dashed across it, not tiring, not stopping for even a moment.

I forced my way through the door to the girls’ dorm and raced upstairs to the third floor. Within a second, I was in front of her door. I drew in a deep breath, vaguely aware that the warden had awoken. I knocked.

 -

 —Y/N POV—

I heard a knock at the door and I looked up from my laptop, confused. Who would be knocking at this hour? Maybe it was Lisa from down the hall. I lifted myself up, cracking my aching joints and pried open the door.

My mouth fell open. “J-Jae?”

He was gorgeous. I saw him every day, but nothing could have prepared me for this sight. He was out of breath, his firm chest heaving up and down. His hands were planted on the doorframe. His favourite denim jacket hung off one shoulder over his thin white t-shirt. He looked at me through his hooded eyes and I felt my heart contract.

I found my voice. “Jae, are you okay? What—“

“I love you.”

The rest of my sentence evaporated. “What?” I asked faintly.

He let himself inside the room and closed the door. “I. Love. You.”

Realization dawned on me. “Bubblegum-dimples? You’re—“ I was cut off by his lips.

Kissing Jaehyun was better than anything I could have imagined. The second his lips met mine, a jolt of desire ran through me. His lips were dry but I couldn’t care less. They fit against mine perfectly as if they were made for each other. His hands snaked into my hair and drew me closer to him. My arms found their way around his waist, pulling him impossibly near.

His tongue swiped against my bottom lip and I gasped, breaking the kiss.

He bumped noses. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were tristful19 until today either.” He pressed his lips against mine in a chaste kiss. I buried my face into his chest.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he murmured beside my ear.

“Why do you even have to ask?” He stroked the side of my face. We were rudely interrupted by a brief shout from downstairs. I jumped.

“It’s the dragon,” I whispered. “You should go, it’s late.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he asked as I opened the door and looked both ways.

I smiled, kissing him briefly. “Of course.”

He grinned, dimples on display and then disappeared into the darkness. I closed the door with a snap, leaning against it, unable to stop my giddy smile. Bliss coursed through me.

Before I slept that night, I made sure that bubblegum-dimples saw my latest post. It wasn’t much, but it told him what I wanted to say.

The sun and the moon may never meet, they hide from each other in fear—

but twice upon a time, fate draws them in; the inevitable eclipse is near.

 -

fin.

[tbhstudying1]

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A Really Fucking Vulgar Guide to Not Losing Your Shit in College (Condensed Version)

Bitches love to put things into lists. Moreover, bitches love numbered shit. Here’s some numbered shit in list format to help you not suck in higher education. You’re welcome.

1. Go to class. Like 210% serious. I don’t give a shit if you’re a get by on nothing, A+ slacker. You’re fucking paying for this crap so you might as well get the services owed to you. Take your ass to class even if you zone out 99% of the time. You know 1% more than you did when you walked up in there. Congrats, asshole.

2. All that free time you have during your first week of classes? Make it your bitch. Don’t just print the goddamn syllabus and be like all done. No motherfucker. Take a good fucking look at that assignment list. What’s due next week? Yeah, do that shit now bc I know you don’t have anything else to do. Then when you’re coughing up a lung six weeks into the semester and don’t feel like getting your ass up to do that calculus homework, you’ll remember this week. You’ll remember that you’ve been a week ahead this whole damn semester. Pat yourself on the back, ass wipe.

3. Prepare yo self. No seriously. You got notes to print for class? Sure you could be like all those other bitches and just shove them into your backpack, or you could actually /prepare/ for class. I’m talking looking that shit over, identifying key concepts, getting a decent grasp of the material before your ass is even in class. You a STEM major? Yeah, make this kinda shit your life because now class is like one bomb ass group review session. Again, you’re welcome.

4. Snack like a motherfucker, but save that junk food shit for the weekends. From now on, you are a fucking health guru during the week or if you’re a slacker like me, at least on the days you have class. Fruits? Hell yeah. Pack some of those. Mind wandering in class? Snack on some apple slices. Can’t stay awake? Keep eating some almonds or some shit, but don’t be that bitch with the potato chips. Just don’t.

5. Read. Yeah, you heard me. Read and I’m not just talking assigned reading. I bet my left butt cheek that your campus library has /something/ of interest to you. Commuting and don’t want to drive out there? Library databases bro. We’re in the digital age, motherfucker. I’d bet my other butt cheek that the shit you want is in a nice little PDF somewhere. But na man, you thinking maybe you want to go into computer science? Check out computer science books and eat them up bro. You don’t like reading them? Probably not the field for you. You a biology major in your second year? Yeah dumbass. Time to break out the bio books and not the ones your professor is shoving in your face. Amaze your friends and teachers with your out of class knowledge. Be a fucking star.

[mf-despair-queen]

Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

You sat in the corner of the main hall, spinning the propeller that was on top of your “Noogler” hat. Your careful eyes watched as your friends mingled with the other interns, already making new friends. They tried to wave you over, but you just shook your head at them from afar.

You leaned your head against the window, trying to remember why you were here. Oh, that’s right. Your friends had signed you up for an internship at Google without your knowledge. You were annoyed when they told you about it, because they decided to wait until fifteen till the interview to say anything. You weren’t sure how, but you made it through the interview without completely passing out, and they even accepted you into the program.

Now, the current predicament? You were literally the WORST at computers. Even if you were in the golden age of technology, you knew jack shit about electronics, programming, or even how to use the internet to buy something from Amazon.

You weren’t denying that you were smart. You scored a near perfect score on your SAT, 4.0 GPA while attending Yale, won numerous awards in the sciences and arts. You name it, you have probably done it.

Computers, though? Nope. You were just a paper and pencil type of girl, preferring your nose be stuck in books rather than glued to the small screen of a cell phone. You were raised without being allowed to use computers, so you preferred it that way, even to this day.

Roger Chetty grabbed the microphone at the bottom of the steps, letting everyone know to take their seats. Your friends took their spots next to you, giggling about some cute boys they had talked to.

“My name is Roger Chetty, and I am head of the Google Intern Program. Welcome to Google.” You focused in on Chetty’s speech, ignoring the murmurs of your friends beside you. “This will not be your average internship. You will do what we do, and we will watch how well you do it.”

You froze, wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You already knew you were doomed to fail, just by that statement alone.

“We know you represent the finest schools, your intelligence and achievement is well noted. But, to excel at this internship, you’re going to need far more than brainpower. What you’re going to need is Googliness.”

A round of laughter hilled the hall, though you didn’t understand what was so funny about it. He wanted you to think outside the box, be creative. Your eyebrowed furrowed, confusion etched on your face. You weren’t wrong, were you?

“Nothing funny. Googliness, the intangible stuff that made a search engine into an engine for change. Now, you will be divided into teams. By the end of the summer, only one team will be guaranteed a full-time position. The other 95% of you…will not.”

You mentally slammed your head against the nearest wall. There were only two scenarios you could envision: you could coattail your friends and get the internship, sucking at the job opportunity you receive and probably getting fired in week one, or you drag them down and get shunned for life. This was going to end badly no matter which way you went.

“Now you have been split up into several seminars to acquaint you with our campus and culture. Seminar descriptions have been emailed to each of you. I would wish you luck, but it’s not luck that you need. Get to work!”

Chetty walked off, the hall filling with chatter immediately. Your friends immediately pulled out their phones, glancing through the various seminars and chatting about what was to come. You listened to their conversation, twiddling your thumbs aimlessly.

“Maybe the manager we get will be really cute!” Heather, the “top dog”, you could say, of the group, chirped. The others nodded in agreement, all of them glancing down at the team managers that were present during the welcome ceremony. “How about that one?” She pointed out a spiky haired blonde, his muscles too large for your taste. He looked like a playboy, but you weren’t about to say anything.

The girls kept pointing out different guys, your ears naturally shutting them out. Your eyes roamed over the crowd until they landed on the cute, chocolate-haired male in a beanbag chair, his eyes scanning quickly over his laptop screen. A blue beanie covered his hair, but even at this distance, you could tell it was soft. Black rimmed glasses covered his eyes, but you could clearly make out the deep whiskey color of his orbs. He wore just a simple, short-sleeved button up and khakis, the black converse on his feet slightly worn. He wasn’t buff, but you would see the perfect amount of muscle he had.

“Oooooh. Did someone catch Y/N’s eye?” Heather pointed out, trying to see who you were staring at. You shook your head, standing up from the spot you were in and running off. You missed the handsome man glance at you as you run off, his eyes lingering more than he meant them to.

The following day, Chetty gave you a mere five minutes to get your teams together. You were immediately dragged into a group with your friends, all your fears reeling through your mind. They dragged in two boys, making a total of six people in your group. The teams began to disperse with their managers, your team left waiting for yours.

“I wonder if that’s him,” Sam, one of the boys that was dragged in, stated, pointing at the brown-haired hottie from the prior day. He was talking to Chetty and two other guys, a blonde and a tall guy. He seemed annoyed, but was nodding his head at the guys in front of him. “He’s young. How the fuck is he a manager?”

You blinked at your team, “Um. Maybe because he’s probably really smart?” They just gave you a look, your mouth snapping shut at their gaze.

The cutie in glasses motioned for your group to follow him, leading you away from the three people he was just with. The tall one hollered at him as you guys headed down the hall, “Have fun Stuart!”

The blonde followed with a quick, “Yeah! Make some friends, Stewie!”

He led you into a room, letting out a sigh as the door closed behind everyone. “Just…take a seat already.” Everyone was silent as they stared at him, waiting for him to talk. “Let me just start by saying that I did not want to do this. At all. But I have to, so you guys are stuck with me all summer.”

Heather twirled her hair around her finger, giggling at him. “So, tell us a bit about yourself.”

He leaned back against a table nonchalantly, not paying attention to her failed flirting. “My name is Stuart Twombly. I just turned 24, and I’ve been working here at Google full time for two years now. I’ve been in your shoes before, believe it or not. I was hired through the internship program. That’s partially why I was nominated for this position.”

You picked at your nails, not bothering to look at him. “But you have zero social skills so you didn’t want to. You prefer your nose being stuck to your computer instead of having an intelligent human conversation like we know you can.” Your comment was met with an eerie silence. Glancing around the room, you saw the dumbfounded stares from your teammates and the sneer plastered on Stuart’s face, you shrugging at their looks. “What? It’s obvious he’s smart. Two years and he made it into a management role. But, he doesn’t like to talk to us, or his coworkers. Maybe his friends? Also, it’s obvious he doesn’t want to be here. He couldn’t even look up during the opening speech yesterday.”

Stuart let out a menacing chuckle, his face slightly red with anger. “Well, I guess you’re at the top of my shit list. Didn’t think about could top the tree.” He stood up straight, eyeing everyone in the room. “Word of advice. Don’t get cocky, don’t be dumbasses. I’m not going to let you guys bring me down because you’re not good enough to be here.”

You scoffed at him, grabbed your bag. “Well, this will be an interesting summer then. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Twombly. My name is Y/N and you can kiss me ass.” You waved at him, your middle finger prevalent in his face. “See you all tomorrow.”

You left the room, everyone staring after you. Stuart rubbed his chin, gritting his teeth at your form. Glancing back at the others, he pressed his lips into a tight line. “Let’s…start with some introductions.”

The tension was high whenever you were in the same room as Stuart. You were sure even the other teams felt it whenever you were at the various lectures. The same lectures you didn’t understand at all, mind you.

The first task came quicker than you anticipated, your body screaming to run before it even started. You guys stood around the computer, listening to Chetty explain what was going on. Every bit of lingo he said went in one ear and out the other, your mind swirling with confusion through the entire start. As the challenge started, your team rushed off to start working, leaving you standing in a fixed spot.

Stuart turned back to you when he noticed you frozen across the room, your teammates chatting about the problem you had been assigned. “Hey. Y/N. A little help?”

Your mouth was dry when you turned to him, fidgeting in your spot. “Um…Well I…”

Stuart cocked an eyebrow at you while Heather just laughed. “She won’t be of any help.” She saw Stuart give her a look, continuing what she was saying. “She knows nothing about computers. She’s pretty useless on that side. Smart in all things numbers, but give her technology and she gets a big fat F.”

Resisting the urge to cry, you slumped off to the corner, collapsing into a bean bag chair. You knew you were technologically inept, but the way she had said that stung. A couple tears slipped down your cheeks, you wiping them away before anyone realized that you had broken down.

Stuart muttered something to the group before slipping to your side. “Hey. It’s ok. You can’t be that bad.”

You chuckled sourly, giving him an “are you serious?” look. “Don’t try to be nice, Stuart. You literally told us not to drag you down. That’s all I’m doing now.”

Stuart rolled it eyes, shoving you. “Wow. Way to be a bitch like always. I try to show SOME compassion for once in a lifetime and this is the thanks I get.” You pouted, looking away from him stubbornly. “And here I was going to suggest I can help teach you stuff after we finish for the day. But you want to be a selfish asshole.”

You bit your tongue, trying to remain unaffected by his offer. When he got up to leave, your hand shot out to catch the bottom of his shirt.

“Wait.” You could see his eyes cast down at you, mischief present in them. You blushed brightly, mumbling under your breath, “Will you teach me?”

“I’m sorry,” he taunted, leaning down to your eye level. “I didn’t quite here that.”

You grumbled, your eyes locking with his. You hesitated momentarily, getting lost in his deep whiskey colored orbs. “I…” you swallowed quickly, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. “I want you to teach me.”

He gave a cocky grin. “I thought so. I will book us a meeting room for tonight. We can use all the time you need to start studying.” He headed back to your team, stopping for a sec to glance back at you. “You should come over and see what is going on. Even if you are complete shit at it.”

You sent him a glare, heading over to join your team. “Fuck you too, Twombly.”

You tapped your pencil on the table, trying to understand what Stuart was telling you about the Google Translate lecture you completely failed in getting. He was trying to summarize what the lecturer had taught, but it just wasn’t sticking with you.

Stuart could see the wheels had stopped turning in your head. “You’re not understanding a word I’m saying,” he said, so matter-of-fact.

“I’m sorry,” You closed your notebook, leaning back in the chair. “I’ve tried so many times to learn this, but anything involving the internet or technology doesn’t seem to stick.”

Stuart shook his head, taking off the beanie he wore to run his hair through his hair. “Why do I always get stuck with the dumbasses?”

Your eyes narrowed at him, a scowl apparent on your lips. “Excuse me?”

His eyes flicked to you, dark behind his glasses. “You heard me. You may be smart, but you’re a dumbass with this stuff. I don’t even know how you got this internship in the first place.”

You huffed at him, “Yeah, well, you aren’t the only one.”

Stuart stood from his chair, leaning over the table at you. “Then why the fuck are you here wasting my time?! There are a lot of people out there that would kill for this opportunity. Yet, I got stuck with you. You’re not taking this seriously!”

You stood up in return, your hands slamming down on the table. “I am taking this seriously! Maybe it’s you who isn’t! Let me guess, you got forced to this for a promotion or some shit?” He was quiet, his eyes glued to the table “Oh my god. I’m right, aren’t I? They probably wanted to see you handle a leadership role. That’s why you didn’t want us to bring you down! You’re so fucking selfish, Twombly!”

“Oh, and you aren’t?” He sneered, leaning closer to you. Your noses brushed slightly, and normally in a situation like this, you would back away. But you held your ground against him. “Riding the coattails of your friends and teammates. Have you considered what will happen if you actually get the job? You’ll be fired in the first week because you can’t amount to anything here!”

You glowered at him, shoving him back slightly. “Of course I’ve considered all of the possibilities! But that doesn’t matter. Honestly, you’re just a piece of scum, Stuart. Ugh. I loathe you.”

He walked around to you, trapping you against the table. He was pressed hard against you, your body starting to sweat at the contact. “And I loathe you.”

His face was close to yours, his minty breath hitting your face as he panted with rage. A knot formed in your stomach, heat flowing through your body. You shouldn’t be aroused by this, but you were.

“Well, what are you going to do, Stuart? Teach me a lesson?” You smirked at him, your eyes narrowing. He left out a soft, almost frightening, laugh.

“Maybe I am,” He muttered, smashing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in shock, your body motionless as he pressed you further into the table. His lips were rough against yours, his tongue forcing its way passed your lips. It brushed against your own tongue, a small mewl caught in your throat.

He pulled from you lips, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck. “God. I fucking hate you so much, Y/N.” He nipped at your neck, your moan hitting his ears. “When are you going to learn?”

“I guess,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around him, “I’m just stubborn. It doesn’t help that I have the worst teacher in the world right now. He’s a fucking douchebag.” At those words, he bit your shoulder hard, causing you to yelp. “Definitely a douchebag. He has no respect for others.”

He groaned, fiddling with the button on your jeans. “You really need to shut your fucking mouth. If you can’t say anything smart, don’t say it at all.”

Your hands wove into his hair, tugging at it. “You know the term is if you can’t say something nice, don’t say it at all. Right?”

The button on your jeans popped open, his nimble fingers slipping into your panties and against your wet pussy. “Yeah, but I already know you can’t say anything nice. Or smart for that matter.”

You felt his finger slip inside you, your moans echoing around the conference room. “You jump to conclusions a lot. Rather quickly, might I add.”

Stuart leaned his face close to yours, licking your lips quickly. “Do me a favor, and shut up. The only thing I want to hear right now is you screaming my name. That’ll be the smartest thing you’ve done all day after all.”

Without your normal retort, you kicked off the flats you wore, attempting to remove your shirt while he fingered you slowly, teasing your pussy with his slow movements. His smirk grew, staring down at the black lace bra that pushed your tits up perfectly as your shirt was finally abandoned without remorse. Removing his finger quickly, and ignoring your protest in the process, he forced your jeans and panties down your silky legs and discarded them across the room.

He placed you on the table, watching you as your fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him taut against your core. His cock twitched in his khakis, trying its hardest to press itself into you.

You grinned when you heard him moan, slipping the shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Your fingers brushes over the muscles he had, feeling them flex whenever you were in contact with them. Your eyes roamed over his naked top, taking in every bit of detail you could. He had a bit of hair on his chest, traces of a six pack, and the most delicious happy trail you’ve ever seen running down his stomach, into his pants.

“I know you told me to shut up,” you mentioned, licking your lips seductively, “but damn. You are one fine motherfucker.” His smirk grew wider as his hand slipped to your pussy again, pumping two fingers into you quickly. Your body shook from the pleasure that coursed through your body, your nails digging deep into his biceps. You heard him let out a small hiss of pain, biting his lip as he pushed his fingers rapidly into you, scissoring them to spread you wide.

You nuzzled your head into his neck, pulling him as close as you could. His fingers curled inside of you, pressing into your sensitive spots. You bit his neck, listening to his multiple groans in your ear. Your walls twitched around him, the knot in your stomach close to being undone.

In a swift move, he pulled from your dripping wet pussy, leaving you empty on the inside. A loud whine of protest escaped your lips before his lips smashed against yours in a messy kiss. There was no rhythm between your lips, just hot, fast kisses placed between you both. He was quickly undoing his pants, dropping them and his boxers to his ankles.

You were ripped from the table, being turned and pushed flat against it. Your chest pressed into the cold surface, your back arched so your ass was sticking out to him. He ran his cock through your folds, moaning at the juices that gathered on him. You felt the tip probe your entrance, a few light gasps from your lips.

“Wait. Stuart. Condom.” You tried to get out. You heard a thump next to your head, his wallet laying open in the table. A wrapper landed next to it seconds later, torn open haphazardly. “You keep a condom in your wallet? You must be a manwhore on top of being an asshole.”

He growled at you, slipping the condom onto his throbbing cock. His actions were abrupt, his cock sliding into you without hesitation. He immediately started moving inside you. You clawed at the table under you, his hips thrusting hard against your ass, not pausing to give you any relaxation.

He scratched down your back, feeling you writhe under his contact. Your body quivered under his movements, biting your lip to hold back you loud, filthy moans.

“Come on, Y/N,” he grunted. He placed a hard smack on your ass, the sound filling the room accompanied by the squeaky moan you couldn’t suppress. “That’s it. I want you to let it all out. No one is around. Be as noisy as you want.”

His hips jerked into you, his cock pressing into your g-spot repeatedly. Your voice filled the room, your moans and small screams no long trapped in your throat. “Please. Faster. Harder.”

Another smack to the ass, his groan covered by the sound. He complied, his thrusts growing rapid against your ass, his speed was virtually godlike. The only sound that filled your ears was of your slapping skin, your body jolting with every movement.

He felt your walls contract around him, his moves becoming more sluggish and sloppy. “Just fucking cum already. Don’t fight it, Y/N.” His words were what unraveled you, the fire in your stomach spreading through your body. You let out a small scream as your walls completely closed around him, your liquid splattering your walls along his covered length. Stuart could feel the explosion from your orgasm, his cock twitching wildly inside you as he came, filling the condom to its capacity. You let out tiny mewls as he twitched, his cock expanding your walls whenever it moved or pulsed.

He carefully pulled from you, tying the condom and discarding it in a couple pieces of tissues so no one would realize what happened between you two. You were shaky as you stood up straight, watching Stuart fixing his pants.

He grabbed your clothes, placing them on the table beside you. “So, what happened here never leaves this room. Got it?” You nodded at him, slowly getting dressed. He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a small sigh. “So…” He paused to glance at you, his eyes locking onto yours. “You still have a lot to learn before the end of this internship. I’m not letting you drag me down. I will schedule some more study sessions.”

You blushed, shyly nodding at him. “Y-yeah. Hopefully you won’t be an entitled asshole through the entire thing.”

He lowly chuckled, slipping his shirt on. “And we are back to this stage. Can we just agree that I won today’s quip off?” You just huffed, shoving him.

The next month was…different to say the least. You continued your “study” sessions with Stuart.

Of course, that meant you guys always ended up in some kind of an argument.

Which always lead to some kind of sex between you guys.

At this point, you felt you had done everything with him. You rode him while he sat in a chair (which was fun because the chair had wheels). He ate you out on multiple occasions, which left you dreaming about his tongue at night while you were alone. You blew him a couple of times, and he particularly liked it when you would deep throat him. You also had found various places to fuck each other while he attempted to teach you various topics – the copy room, his office, and even in a nap pod once. He officially tormented your every thought when you were alone at night, leaving only your fingers to satisfy you.

Your team was starting to wonder about you guys. You hated each other’s guts and never got along when all together, but then would disappear almost nightly to have your tutoring sessions. The follow day, you always had to fight to cover any marks Stuart left on you because he was never careful when it came to his actions with your body. But they also noticed that you were beginning to understand things, little by little. So at least the tutoring sessions helped in that regard.

Today, you were all running through scenarios for the Google Helpline task in a few days. Everyone was nailing their answers perfectly, except you of course. You struggled to find the answers, your voice barely audible and stuttering every time someone popped a question at you.

Stuart sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “You guys can head home for the day. Make sure to study up for this challenge. I had the same thing when I was in your shoes, and it’s no joke.” Everyone nodded, gathering their stuff to leave. As you stuffed your shiny new laptop in your bag, Stuart approached you. “You. Stay. We need to talk.”

You nearly dropped your bag as everyone stared at you, wondering what Stuart needed. “W-what?”

“We need to discuss about the helpline challenge. You’re still struggling, so we need to come up with some ideas to help you with this,” He stated.

Heather scoffed, jealousy apparent on her face. “Why can’t we stay to help then. We are a team after all.”

Stuart turned to her, blankly staring at her. “This has nothing to do with you guys. If you are wasting your time trying to help Y/N figure these out, it will interrupt your own progress. I can handle this. If we figure out something, we will let you guys know. Now please leave.”

You could practically see the steam coming off her head and she stormed from the room, the others following her lead. Your eyes landed on the ground, tears prickling the sides. “I don’t think they’re really my friends anymore…”

Stuart pushed you into a chair lightly, kneeling in front of you. “They were never really yours friends in the first place. They don’t care to see you grow. They dragged you here to make fun of you probably. They’re jealous of how smart and pretty you are. Heather is especially jealous that I give you more attention to her.” Your giggle broke the air, a small smile on his face. “There. Feel a bit better?”

You wiped at your eyes, nodding at him. “You’re being extremely nice today. What happened to hating me? Where are your normal, snarky ass comments?”

He shrugged. “It’s kind of hard to hate you sometimes. You just press my buttons 99% of the time. This is that rare 1%.” His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft cheek. “We should figure out the best way to teach you this stuff.”

You saw his eyes dart to your lips briefly, his tongue running over his own swiftly. You didn’t realize what you were doing until your lips were on his in a sweet kiss, contrary to the kisses you guys normally shared when you were having post-argument sex. He slowly returned the kiss, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, bringing you closer.

It was a short kiss, you guys pulling apart slowly. His nose brushed against yours, small pants hitting your face. “Is it wrong to say you are my favorite person in this group? And not because of the constant sex.” You pulled back from him, eyeing him closely. “You really are brilliant, rivaling my own intellect even. Yeah, you aren’t bright with technology, but you’ve come a long way since we started. At least you don’t freeze up as bad anymore.” You cast him a small glare, earning a laugh. “It’s a compliment. Now, let’s find a conference room so we can work.”

You hand gripped the bottom of his shirt as he stood up and turned away. He peered down at you, confusion written all over his face. “I-I actually don’t want to be here anymore today. Do you think we can maybe…head back to your place to study?”

He blinked, taking a sec to analyze your question. When he blinked again, his hand darted out, grabbing yours and dragging you out of the room, barely giving you enough time to grab your stuff. He nearly pushed you in his car before speeding off to his house, trying to ignore your fidgeting body beside his.

Once at his house, you were carried inside, the front door barely making it shut as he rushed you to his room. He dumped you on the bed, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Damn. You’re back to being an asshole,” you sneered, rolling around on his bed. “You don’t just dump a girl on the bed like that. Plus, who said I was in the mood to fuck you, Twombly? Maybe I really wanted to study.”

He groaned, jumping on top of you and rolling his hips into yours. “And you’re back to being annoying. We both know you learn best after I’ve fucked you. Don’t understand why when I should be the only thing running through your mind afterwards.”

You licked your lips, your hands grabbing onto his broad shoulders tightly. “Who said you weren’t?” You leaned up to his ear, whispering seductively into it. “When I am home alone at night,” you lapped at his earlobe, feeling him throb through his jeans, “with only my fingers to satisfy me. They aren’t the same though. I always picture your sexy body, pounding me into oblivion. I can hear your voice telling me everything, from the moment you start trying to teach me something to when you are talking dirty to me, telling me to cum around you.” Your lips trailed his jawline to his neck. “Maybe that’s why I’ve been learning. I can always hear your voice in my head.”

He groaned, grinding deep into your hips. “Jesus Christ. Why was that the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard?” His lips collided with yours, his tongue immediately bypassing your lips to explore your mouth. You groaned, squirming underneath him. This only seemed to rile him up more as he kissed down your jaw and neck. “Do me a favor and get undressed. I need to grab the condoms from the bathroom.”

He almost fell off the bed as he rushed to the bathroom, his eyes constantly flashing in your direcction as you stripped on his bed. Your shirt and shorts were dropped on his floor, a smirk plastered on your face as you teased him by messing with your bra strap. You slowly unhooked the bra, discarding it in the pile with your other clothes. Your hand trailed up your body, starting from your panties to your breasts, rolling the nipple between your fingers. You heard falling items and a curse as Stuart stumbled from the bathroom, his jeans unbuttoned and a box of condoms in his hand.

“You okay there, Stewie?” You giggled, eyes focused on him as he attempted to kick off his jeans.

“Never Stewie.” He placed the box of condoms on the bedside table, leaning over you. He leaned in, your eyes fluttering closed as he neared you for a kiss. When his lips didn’t find yours, you were puzzled until you felt his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Oh. Holy shit.” In all the times you had sex, he had never done this. Your bra normally stayed on, you both being too lazy to remove the undergarment. Now, you were left wondering why you had never done this, because he was perfect at it. His tongue lapped over the nipple, happily playing with the hardened nub between his lips. His hand found the other breast, massaging it and tweaking the nipple occasionally.

Your mewls were loud, your thighs rubbing together, attempting to relieve the tension building between them. When he swapped breasts, repeating the same treatment, you felt the pool in your panties escaping, starting to leak down your legs.

His kissed traveled down your stomach to your clothed heat, forcing your legs apart for he could see the wet panties you wore. “Damn, babe. You’re just a little wet today.”

You blushed, both at the comment and at the name. “Babe?”

He froze, his eyes slowly finding yours. “Slip of tongue?”

You smiled at him, the blush darkening on your cheeks. “I kind of liked it.” You saw him let out a sigh, relieved about something. “Now, put that tongue to good use, asshole.”

He grinned, slipping your panties off and running his fingers along your legs. “With pleasure, babe.”

Before you could say anything, his face disappeared between your thighs, his tongue outlining your pussy and clit. Your fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp with the tips as his tongue slipped through your folds. He swirled his tongue inside your pussy, stroking your walls effortlessly. Your grip tightened on his hair, the sweat beginning to roll off your body with the increased heat.

His thumb flicked your clit while he continued to lick your insides, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each slide of his tongue or touch of his finger. The rubbing increased on your clit, the pleasure surging through your body. Stuart delved in as deep as he could, feeling your legs tighten around him, your walls attempting to clench around his tongue. Your body convulsed under him, tugging at his hair roughly, your back arching off the bed. Your orgasm erupted through your entire being, your fluids flooding Stuart’s tongue, which he happily lapped up.

As you came down from your high, Stuart came up to kiss you, the taste of yourself present on his lips. His hips grinded into yours, his cock pressing into you through his boxers. Your noises were muffled by his lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your lips detached from his, your eyes holding a glint of anger. “So are you going to fuck me, now? You made me orgasm once, but I’m not satisfied. God, I hate you.”

He chuckled against your lips, flipping you over before you could blink. You were straddled across waist, your dripping pussy coating the hairs of his happy trail. “I’m not going to fuck you. You can fuck me today. I like when you’re on top.” His tongue poked out from his lips, wetting them quickly. “Besides, you don’t hate me when I’m pounding into you and you’re screaming my name.”

Your cheeks turned bright red, turning away from him stubbornly. “I still hate you even then.”

Stuart laughed loudly, running his hands over your body. “You’re such a liar.”

You glared at him, moving enough so that you could rid him of his boxers, watching as his giant cock was freed from its confinement and slapping against his stomach. The tip was rosy red, leaking large amounts of precum onto his stomach. You always admired how big he was, his length and girth able to fill you completely in a moment’s notice. He had a way with pleasing you, and you were truly glad you argued with him all the time.

Stuart reached for a condom from the box on the table, handing it to you. “Go ahead. It’ll be sexy to watch you put it one for once.” You slowly took the package from his fingers, struggling to get it open. The condom nearly slipped from your fingers, your hands shaking as you attempted to roll it onto his length. “Calm down, babe. It’s just a condom and my dick. Neither are new to you.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re always the one putting it on,” you spat back at him. Stuart just crossed his arms behind his head, not even attempting to lift a finger to help you. A low grumble escaped your lips, finally getting the condom completely on him.

You adjusted yourself over him, feeling the tip probe your entrance. Stuart let out a deep groan, his muscles tightening as he felt himself slip inside of you, your walls hugging his length tightly. A moan fell from your lips, his cock twitching inside you at the sounds you were releasing.

With an encouraging thrust up from his hips, you began to roll your body over his. With each movement, his dick was nearly freed from your core. But every time, you would slam yourself back onto him, feeling the tip pressing against your g-spot and cervix. Stuart finally released his own moans, your voices bouncing off his bedroom walls.

He would watch you bounce on his cock, watching your perfect movements. He admired the way your breasts would bounce from your movements, your perky nipples making his mouth water. He watched as his cock disappeared repeatedly inside of you, your juices coating the condom he wore. Through the condom he could feel the heat your walls provided, reveling in the tightness your pussy had to offer.

He flipped you over once more, continuing the rhythm you had. He leaned backing, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, slamming you hard into the bed with the power of his thrusts. His name came out in cries, his cock hardening more than he thought was possible at the action. His movements were already getting sloppy, his grip tightening on your thighs. Your breathing escalated, the knot reforming in your stomach as he moved at his ungodly speed. His thrusts threw you over the edge, a violent spasm rocking your body, your cum coated your walls around his cock. The feeling of your orgasm and tight pussy caused his body to shiver in delight, his seed spilling into the condom. His sloppy movements slowed, remaining only long enough to ride out your highs.

He pulled from your pussy, leaving you empty but finally satisfied. He tossed the condom, collapsing on the bed next to you. His eyes closed, glasses slipping down his nose as he visibly relaxed. Curling into his body, you let out a happy sigh.

“One quick nap, then we study, Stewie.”

Without so much as a protest, he nodded his head, allowing you both to drift off for a while.

The end of the internship came far too quickly, only two weeks after the Google Helpline challenge. Your knowledge on different subjects expanded greatly in those two weeks, the study sessions with Stuart helping greatly.

The study sessions were different these days, though. You didn’t argue as often, if at all. Sex still tended to happen, but it wasn’t the rough, hateful sex you were used to. It almost seemed like he was beginning to care about you, and you were beginning to care about him.

You were scared, afraid he would drop you like a fly once the internship was over, whether you got the job or not. You didn’t want it to end.

You would find out today.

You couldn’t sit still in the chair, your leg bouncing to an uneven beat. You chewed on your fingernails from your nervousness, unaware that you reverted to an old bad habit such as this. Your teammates chatted amongst themselves, ignoring you as you watched the slideshow of pictures taken throughout the time at the internship. Your eyes caught sight of a picture of you and Stuart, a scowl on his face, ignoring the camera while you stuck your tongue out at it, giving him bunny ears. It made your heart ache at the sight.

Chetty grabbed the microphone, the pictures disappearing behind him.

“Today, we reveal the intern team that will be awarded jobs here. You all have performed admirably, but only one team can emerge victorious.” He paused, looking down at the card in his hands. “We have a victor. Congratulations…” His eyes travel the crowd, landing on your team, “the team led by our own Stuart Twombly. Welcome to Google.”

Cheers erupted from your teammates, clapping spreading through the entire hall. You took a second to digest the information before your team pulled you into a giant hug, letting out a loud “Team Stuart!” for everyone to hear.

Your eyes caught sight of Stuart, standing off to the side with the blonde and tree from the first day here. They were giving him pats on the back, probably congratulating him on his success. His eyes flickered to you, a faint smile on his lips. His friends noticed, looking your way as well. A blush spread on your cheeks, slipping out of the group hug you were trapped in. Shyly, you made your way over to the guys.

“So, you’re the girl Stuart has been helping,” the giant tree said, seeing you nod slowly. He held out his hand. “Billy McMahon. I was an intern too, very similar to you actually. But Stuart never helped us like he did for you. He must actually like you.”

You hastily shook your head, your ears heating up. “N-no! We can’t stand each other!”

The blonde chuckled, patting your head. “Keep telling yourself that. I’m Nick, by the way. And trust us when we say Stuart will belittle ANYONE he thinks isn’t smart enough for this.”

Stuart groaned, sarcasm dripping from every pore on his body. “Thanks guys. Way to make me look good.”

Nick ruffled Stuart’s hair, Stuart casting him an annoyed look. “We are helping, Stuart. We’re just saying all you do is praise the girl after all. You would never take the time to tutor someone.”

You both blushed, turning away from each other, embarrassed. “You guys are assholes,” Stuart mumbled.  

The two laughed, giving us a quick goodbye before heading off. Stuart rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “Sorry about them. They aren’t the brightest people in the world.” He shuffled where he stood, gazing into your eyes. “Congrats on winning by the way. I knew you guys could do it.”

“Yeah…yeah thanks…” You mumbled, trying not to focus on his face. Silence feel between you both as your team hopped over to you guys, chatting happily about the win. Sam suggested everyone go out to celebrate, a chorus of cheers following the suggestion. “I’m not feeling too good guys. I think I’m going to pass.”

They muttered apologies before heading to the exit, Heather attempting to drag Stuart. His head snapped back at you, catching sight of the small wave you sent in their direction. You turned to leave, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

A hand was placed on your shoulder, spinning you into a tight hug. The familiar smell of Stuart filled your nose, his face nuzzling into your hair. “I don’t want to go out with them. I want to celebrate with you…”

He heard you sniffle, his hand tilting your chin up so he could wipe away the stray tears that fell. “Why do you want to do that, Stuart? We hate each other, don’t we?”

“Of course I hate you,” he said, placing his lips on yours in a sweet, sensual kiss. Your mind blanked, almost forgetting to kiss him back. He pulled from your lips, placing his forehead against yours. “I also love you. I guess I let myself develop feelings while we had all our study sessions. I never intended on it. I was being selfish and wanted you to win so I could get promoted. The sex was a definite plus. But, I couldn’t help but see how you grew, and beautiful you were. Well…how beautiful you are. Nick wasn’t lying when he said I praised you all the time. It was nice to be able to spend time with someone like you. So, I’m sorry I was such a prick all the time.”

“Don’t be sorry Stu,” you mumbling, pecking his lips. “That’s just a part of you. Honestly, I should be thanking you.” He gave you a confused look, blinking a couple times. “I know we argued all the time, but I developed feelings for you too. You were the only person to actually care. You took the time to try to help me. I don’t think I could have made it through without and you sarcastic remarks. So, thank you for teaching me. And, I love you too, asshole.”

He let out a laugh, kissing you one more time. His hand slipped into yours, entwining your fingers together. “How about we get some dinner? Maybe I can teach you about the job you just got.”

You giggled, allowing him to tug you from the building. “I like that idea.”