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RATE MY PROFESSOR! â GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day one â threesomes ; find masterlist here
synopsis. youâre professor gojoâs TAâthe catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesnât tell a soul, of course
length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoruâs office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof readâi am a raw dog kinda gal
notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professorâbutâŠ.if your professor looks like gojo or geto, iâm blind babe. i ainât see nothing. i wonât tell a soul
âyou guys wanna get lunch?â nobara hums, âweâre all here.â
megumi, as always, looks like heâs about to say noâhe probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but thatâs not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, âyeah! iâm down.â
you fiddle your fingers nervouslyâhow are you supposed to get out of this one? youâd just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldnât possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? itâd be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily.Â
itâs not that you donât want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised youâd be in satoruâs office in fifteen minutesâand youâre not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.
youâre still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, âi assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,â she grumbles, âgojo is so lazy,â she scoffs.
ohâwell, that wasnât very hard. sheâs just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.
âhey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isnât that great?â
âeveryone gets an A in his class, dumbass,â megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, ânot getting an A in his class practically means youâre deliberately trying to do poorly.â
on campus, professor gojo is a fan favoriteâhis rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like itâs candy. anyone would love a professor like that.Â
he doesnât ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and whatâs better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guyâhe loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.
everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more.Â
you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his classâand you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? youâre almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojoâor rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a veryâŠstrong liking, if you will.Â
it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters agoâitâs one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pmâand as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. youâre just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention.Â
itâs professor gojo.Â
need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his tableâitâs a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. itâs almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. youâve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know youâre not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound.Â
you try to insist that you wouldnât want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesnât mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, wellâŠyou decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before youâre off to your next class.Â
and then it begins.
every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimesâhow professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)
somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semesterâand somewhere further along that lineâŠwell, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities.Â
that was never supposed to happen.Â
you donât even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and againâand, wellâŠyouâre professor gojoâs, or better yet, satoruâs best kept secret.
you go to his office to grade assignments for himâin between if he steals a few kisses, whoâs to know? sometimes, heâs a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. itâs always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clitâthe amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.
itâs like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy.Â
that is, until now.Â
admittedly, this isnât the best time to be doing thisâprofessor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know youâre cutting it closeâŠbut he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.
youâre on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. itâs a rewarding position to be inâto have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.
he looks prettyâalways does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?
you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, âf-fuck, youâre so good, sweetheartâalways know how to make me feel good.â
you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them cleanâhe closes his eyes and groans at that. you canât help but giggle, canât help but press more kisses along his hardened length until youâre at the base of his cock.Â
âpretty little lips,â he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouthâhe hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. ââs like you were made for taking me, huh?â
ââcourse i was,â you grin cheekilyâand then youâre back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moansâitâs low but still whiny enough that you canât help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.
except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open andâŠ
oh.Â
oh no.Â
thisâŠthis isnât goodâthis is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing youâve done, and now youâre screwed. entirely destroyed, in factâthe both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoruâs entire career and everything heâs worked for, and all because you couldnât help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.
and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. youâre sure he knows you; youâre his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friendâs TA.Â
professor geto blinksâhis eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs thatâs glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeahâthereâs no explaining this one.
âwell,â he says blankly, âi guess thatâs on me for not knocking, huh?â
âsuguru,â satoru grumbles, âsome of us are busy yâknow? canât you come back later?â
you turn to satoru in shockâhow can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend?Â
but professor geto doesnât seem even the slightest bit concerned. thereâs no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. thereâs no alarm at the distasteful activities youâre doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then thereâs satoruâhe doesnât even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.
no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there.Â
âso this is what youâre always busy doing in your office, huh?â professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, âi have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. sheâs excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.â
âyeah, sheâs a keeper,â satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, ânow if you donât mind, suguru, weâre in the middle of something.â
âand what do you plan on doing if this gets around?â professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.
you look at him in panic at thatâsurelyâŠsurely he canât mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldnât throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoruâs sake, heâd never let this information find another soul. otherwiseâŠotherwise youâll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress youâve made, all of satoruâs experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming upâall of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word.Â
people wouldnât have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves.Â
youâre always with him, are you sure youâre not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.
why does professor gojo even keep you around? youâre too lazyâyou must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.
with how often youâre in professor gojoâs room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.
surely, with how often youâre seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing.Â
you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, âplease donât tell anyone,â you sniffle, âiâŠmaybe thereâs something we can doâŠto keep you fromâŠâ
the two of them look at you in shockâthey stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each otherâs before finding you once more.
âoh, thatâs precious,â professor geto chuckles, âshe really is a keeper, satoruâshe even looks pretty when she cries. iâm almost jealous.â
âdonât look for too long, suguru,â satoru grumblesâand then, âlisten, sweetheart, you donât have to worry. suguruâs not gonnaââ
âwell, if there is something youâd wanna do for me,â professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, âi suppose i can keep my mouth shut.â
âanything,â you nod quickly.
youâre so eager to please, he thinksâso perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the otherâs arms?
there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things mightâve had to play out in order to land you in his office insteadâbutâŠbut if youâre offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?
âanything?â he asks, looking at you amused, âyou know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?â
you blink up at him for a moment at his wordsâtheyâre a bit shocking. professor getoâŠdoesnât think this is wrong? clearly, he doesnât if heâs willing to take part. but that doesnât sound half bad. not even in the slightest.Â
theyâre a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. theyâre not much older than you eitherâcanât be past their early thirties, even if they donât look a day over twenty.Â
did you know they used to go to college together? i heard theyâve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. itâs all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. itâs always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are thoseâŠthe less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best headâheâs always sucking on some lollipop. iâd let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to himâheâs too fine. i can take both of themâand i donât mean their classes.Â
itâsâŠnot exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. itâs an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them bothâprofessor geto isnât any less attractive than satoru andâŠand well, youâd really like for him to keep this a secret, so itâs a bit of a win-win. plus, youâre sure he wouldnât risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, tooâit seems like the perfect leverage.
you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, âthen iâd say you should make sure to lock the door this timeâwe donât want to make the same mistake twice, do we?â
his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at youâyouâre even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky heâs got to have you to himself all this time. itâs criminally unfair.Â
âhey,â satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. âyou both are forgetting about me,â he whines.
professor getoâor rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. ânow, satoruâwhat have i always told you about sharing? hereââ he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, âwhy donât i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.â
âbossy as ever, suguru,â satoru chuckles, but thereâs something in his eyesâsomething darker and more excited than youâve ever seen them.
âget her ready for me,â suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you canât help but stare, canât help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan.Â
heâs not as long, but heâs thicker than satoruâyou can easily tell he wonât be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.
youâll remember what he likes, you thinkâyou can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, itâll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.
âeyes on me, sweetheart,â satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. âwatch carefully, suguru,â satoru grins, âsheâs pretty when she cums.â
âi can imagine,â suguru muses, âalright then. show me.â
instantly, satoruâs fingers are intruding into your cuntâitâs familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. heâs already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as theyâll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels goodâit always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you canât help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter.Â
âgod, she even sounds so pretty,â he pants, watching as satoruâs fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfectâbut your face is by far suguruâs favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasmâhis fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you.Â
âthat feel good, angel?â satoru asks, grinning down at you.Â
you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, ây-yesâŠs-so good, toru.â
âtoru?â suguru asks, âdo i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?â
itâs almost like you donât hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. âtoru, toruâs-slow down, âm g-gonnaâŠâ
âslow down?â satoru gaspsâhis pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, âyou want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, itâs always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you donât wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? heâll think i havenât taught you how to take it like a good girl.â
suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cockâitâs red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that itâs easy to tell heâs aching for release.
âhurry up, satoru,â he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, âwe havenât got all day.â
âcanât rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,â satoru gasps, âshe deserves the best. look at this pussyââ he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, ââsee how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.â
as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cummingâyour pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.Â
âtoruâtoru, âm cummingâŠcummingâoh,â you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesnât let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. ââs too much,â you sniffle.
âtoo much?â suguru gasps, âhow will you take me, then, princess? donât tell me youâre tapping out already?â
ânah,â satoru grins, chuckling, âsheâs got plenty left in her. she can take it.â with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. âyouâre ready for suguru, arenât you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didnât i?â
you nod, mumbling a soft, âuh huh,â in agreement.
âthatâs my good girl,â he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead.Â
suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, âcâmere then, princess. canât back out of our deal yet, can you?â you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. âh-holyâfuck, such a tight fuckinâ pussy. âs like i can barely even move,â he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.
satoru walks over, staring down at you as youâre seated on suguruâs lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. âyou can take both of us, right sweetheart? youâre just too good not to, arenât ya?â
you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. heâs painfully hardâcock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that heâs been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him.Â
âfuck,â satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, âfuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feelsâtakes me so fuckinâ well. jusâ love feelinâ me down your throat, huh?â
you canât do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguruâs cock nudge against your sweet spotâitâs just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe thatâs why they get along so well, maybe theyâre connected in that way.Â
âoh, princess,â suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, âfuck, thatâs goodâso, good. can hardly move with the way youâre squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isnât it?â
you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. heâs bigâit feels like heâs almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.
âsheâsâŠsheâs perfect,â suguru pants, âkeepinâ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.â
âsheâs mine,â satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. âsheâs too good to share with you. you d-donât deserve her.â
âyeah? and you do?â suguru chucklesâit sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, âsheâs suckinâ me in. think she wants me. donât you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?â
ây-yes,â you mewl, popping off satoruâs length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, âyes, wanâ it. wanâ it so, so badâneed it.â
âsee,â he raises a brow towards satoru, âknew it.â
you can see the way satoruâs cock twitches at thatâat the way you fall apart on suguruâs lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoruâs tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once moreâbut not before giving his tip a delicate kiss.Â
âsheâs my girl,â satoru grunts, âmine, mine, mineâknows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?â
and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.
âthatâs right, sweetheart,â he groans lowly, âtake it, yeah? godâfuck, feels so good, baby. âm c-cumming.â
you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguruâs thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoruâs in his pace that it tells you heâs close tooâand then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.
âgonna cum, princess? âcause âm gonna fuckinâ cumâfill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me toâf-fuck, fuck âm close, so close,â he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.
and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, âs-suguâc-canâtâŠâs too muchââ
âyou can take it, pretty,â he hums, âknow you can. youâre too precious not to, right?â
itâs messyâitâs downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoruâs chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âfuck,â he breathes, âyouâre something else. whoâd have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?â
âisnât she a dime?â satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. âprecious, isnât she?â
âof course,â suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, âso, tell me. which professor would you take again?â
satoru purses his lips as he glares. âthis isnât rate my professor, suguru. and donât get used to thiââ
âwell,â you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, âwhy i canât just take both of you again?â
guess whoâs posting their october first kinktober fic literally 40 mins before itâs october second ?? if itâs not procrastinated, itâs not reached its full potential
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Anyways, for my first post I wanted to talk about my favorite release of the 2020's so far: 10,000 gecs
I don't believe in rating music with numbers because I feel like that's stupid and takes away the fun! If you're looking for that you might wanna find another blog <3. Here's what I think is important for the readers to know about this album, general thoughts, etc.
Well first I have to acknowledge: Laura and Dylan took their sweet time with this album. But, it payed off. Slated for release a calendar year before actually seeing the light of day, this album absolutely fucks. Anyone in any 100 gecs online forums (especially r/100gecs) recalls the absolute torture of waiting for this album before any clarification on what exactly happened to the promised release date (and now inside joke between fans) of early 2022. Rumors spread of issues with record production - ironic considering the CD's for both this album and its predecessor 1000 gecs, sold out within 12 hours of being available for sale while it's vinyl counterparts are still in stock. Not for long, though, if my friend group and I - who now have a combined total of six (6) copies of this album between five (5) of us - have anything to say about it.
In their third big release, the duo finds themselves shifting from their iconic sound of glitchy, computerized, autotuned hodgepodges of notes. They spend a lot more time with their guitars in this album. While I do miss the mania of songs like stupid horse or 800 db cloud, I still love how it sounds. 100 gecs is a band with a musical progression that's pretty satisfying to follow. Every one of their releases is easily followed from their last, and the Snake Eyes EP (their first release to break the form of the 10^n gecs nomenclature) serves as a great in-between to 1000 gecs and 10000 gecs. I have to say, I was a bit sad to see the synths take the back seat on this album, but: as badly as I wanted is is as happy I was I didn't get it. Like Robin and Steve.
The interesting thing about this album is that you swear you've heard it before. One Million Dollars comes to mind. 1000 gecs is unlike anything you've ever heard, but at least it doesn't sound so familiar. 10000 gecs is like the dude in your stats class who looks just like the guy you saw at the library yesterday, who you can't shake the uncanny similarity to, despite the fact that they're clearly not the same person.
The SFX soundboard, luckily, isn't eradicated entirely this time around. 757 and mememe defibrillate it especially.
But enough about what wasn't on it, I really ought to get to the good stuff (I'm already how many paragraphs in?)
Firstly, there's some great polkas on here. Frog On The Floor and I Got My Tooth Removed will bring out anyone's inner slav.
It's equally as difficult to make guitars sound so annoying as it is to make annoying sound so good; both things the duo succeeds at. My personal favorite track on the record is The Most Wanted Person In The United States. 100 gecs must have laced these basslines with something. Slap bass is a surprisingly important characteristic on this album, which I love. I mean, who doesn't love slap bass?
1000 gecs tended to show Laura and Dylan's more sensitive sides, dripping with details about Laura's love life. While it did take its time to delve into some out of character topics (like race horse bets, money, and ovens), ultimately a decent amount of the lyrics resonate with the tuning forks of love.
The new album focuses a bit more on the artists themselves. As an STL native, finding out the two members of one of my favorite bands of all time come from my hometown was fucking awesome, and it's interesting to hear about their journeys in growing up there as artists. Hollywood Baby provides a euphoric insight into the glorious escape of the negativity of the midwest. I love it here, don't get me wrong, but this place is less than friendly to those of us who are maybe more inclined to write and be sensitive.
All around though, a grunge rock album from 100 gecs is exactly what the world needed right now. After foreshadowing the pandemic, 1000 gecs becomes a little exhausting, even to those of us who have secretly (or if you're cool, not secretly) loved it from our first rendezvous with stupid horse. What we needed, after years of journaling and whipped coffee, surprisingly wasn't a renaissance (which is not a Beyoncé reference, although I should talk about Renaissance). What we need isn't a return to where we were. It's a moving forward. An acceptance of new spirits, which is exactly what this album is. A metal infused baring of the soul to anyone who's willing to listen.
Now I need to ask, what happened to what's that smell and fallen 4 Ă? 100 gecs made the decision to tour this album before releasing it, which ended with them touring songs that never ended up getting released. Very sad for those of us who spent hour scrolling through gecs on the internet, impatiently bumping our heads waiting for the day our favorite tunes would end up on streaming services.
I also deep down think that 757 might be an allusion to 745 sticky. Could just be me.
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I posted 3,979 times in 2022
That's 3,630 more posts than 2021!
144 posts created (4%)
3,835 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@parsnipt
@injuries-in-dust
@nitewrighter
@mujhe-rone-do
@a-really-hot-caterpillar
I tagged 405 of my posts in 2022
#oldie answers - 64 posts
#me - 22 posts
#me and who? - 11 posts
#struggles of oldie - 9 posts
#protect psy - 7 posts
#same - 6 posts
#purple my beloved - 6 posts
#protect sana - 4 posts
#the machine uprising - 4 posts
#good - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 123 characters
#uh no you can't you can get one for a bike that doesn't have gears but not for a car unless they recently changed the rules
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Orange
I want to get to know you too
26 notes - Posted November 20, 2022
#4
@mujhe-rone-do what THE FUCK are you doing up
29 notes - Posted December 3, 2022
#3
okay so like
first tehre was a lot of confusion abt which subjects we had
then somehow out of three two subjects students already got fixed and locked
so when the third subject teacher asked who wanted to do this one day before the festive vacation i raised my hand
and she picked everyone except for me and one other girl
she picked the girl sitting DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME and not me
nd im very good at SST btw i love social science and i get good grades in that out of 20 i got 19.5 last time so im validated too
and
i was like what no i am gonna do this
so i approached her and said "hi helo i wanna do this" and shes like "we have like 7 ppl already..." but i insisted so shes like "okay ill keep you as an extra" and drew a line under my name and put my name along with the other girl whom she had not picked lets call her s
so
then
she forgot (??) to put me in the gc in which they were discussing it
but she put s
lmao
and it was the vacaction and i dont have my own phone nor the teachers contact info
so i just. didnt know till after the holidays upon which i appraoched her and asked why i wasnt there and shes like oH oOPs or whatever and tells me i can help out if they need anything
so i went there but the kids just basically made me gvethem my statinary and then treated it like trash
and then disrespected me (whole diff incident) upon which i got mad and called a kid who had been dismissing me very much a problem and then i felt bad cuz i usually dont do shit like that like i just
dont say mean stuff back
but i did
anyway so
none of the kids, all of whom were in my class, reminded her i was supposed to be there too
idk if they forgot or what but s was literally next to me she knew she approached the teacher at the same time as me
so like. wow. after all my effort, after almost dying with the sleep deprivation and work load im just. forgettable. lmao
Do no harm but take no shit it's good you said some mean stuff to them and your teachers an idiot
Also you're not forgettable not to me
31 notes - Posted November 12, 2022
#2
ahhghgdhgaha i very tired today but i lots of tasks to finish
ill just tell you what i have to do and then update you with how many i finished if thats okay; if it's not just ignore this ask
finish textbook russian revolution
friend 1's early christmas present readied
friend 2's ''
finish cover 1 of TMOD
finish chem homework
english entrepreneur assignment
of this i have done eactly one aka chem homework i got other tasks done which i didnt write down tho
It's okay if you only manage to finish Chen homework today I'm proud of you
63 notes - Posted November 24, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
HELO HELO how does one flirt with a cis boy
in theory i know how and usually i can but i have exactly 1.5 weeks to make this work and i need it to go well and hes a hyperactive adhd as FUCK bitch like me so we bOTH KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED AND LOW KEY AWKWAR CUZ WE DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO
HELP PLEASE HSKHDKS
Sorry kid you came to the wrong place
I know exactly nothing about flirting
Let alone het flirting
129 notes - Posted December 3, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review â
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(i very tragically lost the first draft of this to the void by misclicking and i cried for around 10 minutes. it was like 5,000 words in. hopefully I can bring back the same energy from the first one.)
I AM SOOOO PISSED ABOUT THIS POST I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE IT.
To preface this, hello! My name is Chiffon or Neil, and I am a writer, currently working on writing a YA fiction novel. I have been writing for many years, and have taken a multitude of classes both in and out of school. Once I am a legal adult, I plan on publishing a poetry compilation and hopefully multiple fiction books in the future. This is technically an opinion piece, but I will be delving deep into why you cannot try to ignore this issue by just saying "thats just ur opinion let ppl believe what they wanna believe". If you want a similar opinion piece, check out YouTuber/animator Noodle's popular video on AI-generated in-between frames on already finished animation.
ALSO PLEASE DONâT HARASS THE OP IF THIS GETS NOTES
Now, time for the "opinion piece". In this essay, when I am talking about fanfiction, I am more specifically talking about fics that are not breaking the boundaries of who it is being written about, and is 10,000 words or more. However, all writing (excluding certain circumstances) is art in my opinion.
I am very frustrated by people constantly trying to state that "fanfictions are not real books," because... it's not that simple.
Fanfiction is a type of writing, and therefore, even if itâs unpublished or even not directly called a "book", and instead a "long-form writing" or a similar title, it falls directly in the same category.
Fanfiction typically can have hundreds of thousands, even millions of words, so that is the first box it checks; many professional, published novels can have 50,000 words or less.
Another box it checks is: if the fanfiction could be easily published professionally by just changing the characters' names and maybe their personalities a bit (see; 50 Shades of Gray), it should most definitely fall under the category of 'book'.
Before you say "well, most fanfiction is romance and smut so that makes it not a type of book," one, that is demeaning the art of writing, and two... Have you never heard of published romance novels? Have you not seen BookTok (I cannot believe I'm mentioning them) ranting and raving over books like Icebreaker? Currently, Icebreaker, written by Hannah Grace, which has multiple circumstances of sexual scenes and intimacy between the characters, has sold over a million copies. It's frequently seen in bookstores nation-wide and has thousands of five-star reviews. So, that disproves another argument.
Another issue with this opinion is, often, fanfiction is much more influential than published books (although more on the emotional and individual side of things due to less publicity than professionally-published books).
Also, the OP is not the sole decider of what is and what is not designated as an 'important' form of writing. And, from what I can tell, she has no obvious experience as a fiction writer from first glance. Admittedly, she could be an experienced writer, and if she is, I apologise for the assumption, but from my perspective, she seems to only read writings, not write them. I am writing this piece as though she is only a reader.
This is an issue because, yes, this opinion of "fanfiction isn't book" is just an opinion... But it's a harmful one, because it very clearly implies "fanfiction isn't real writing"... which is the most dreadful concept I have personally ever heard related to writing as an art form.
The OP, alongside many other Tumblr users (including me in the past) are or was a part of the DSMP fanbase (don't scroll I'm going somewhere with this). The fandom was especially popular during the years of 2020 - early 2022. A primary part of its fanbase was made up of fanfiction writers; great ones at that.
While there are thousands of well-written fanfics involving characters from the popular Minecraft server, for this specific situation, I will focus on one of the most well-known ones (no it's not heatwaves).
Passerine, by AO3 user blujamas.
Passerine is a seven-chapter fanfic that has exactly 76,373 words (for context, The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway has 67,707 words). It was extremely popular in the fandom for its gorgeous writing, its complex plot, and most importantly; the way it impacted readers.
While those who were a fan of the DSMP were heavily affected by it, anyone, no matter if they had or had not heard of the media it was based off of, could feel very strongly about the characters and the trials and triumphs (though triumphs may be few and far between) they go through.
The fic guided readers through a simple, yet content life between a family of royals in a happy kingdom in the distant past. It showed the children and the adults both as they grew up, though bringing a slight taste of grief to the readers, almost in preparation for what was to come.
As both parents would leave, though one was out of her control, it left the children to fend for themselves.
They stuck together, despite everything.
But as you read through the story, it consistently brings you hope, a chance for happiness, before stabbing it to death directly in front of you, leaving you almost numb with the pain you feel for these fictional protagonists.
Due to the beautiful, clever writing and the way it brought severe emotions to the reader with every word, it gained serious traction in the fandom, and it currently stands with 3,248,752 views (known as 'hits' on AO3) and 88,251 likes (known as 'kudos' on AO3).
Now, as you think about the popularity, impact, and talent within the fanfic itself; do you still think it does not count as "real" fiction? If Passerine could potentially be published just by changing characters around a bit- would you think the same?
Now, imagine a Shakespearian work; let's say... Romeo and Juliet, for example. If that never existed as a published work, and was instead a fanfic on AO3 that was exactly the same, save for it being written with modern language and terms.
Would it still count as the masterpiece the world sees it as now? Or would it be cast aside as a "wannabe-book" that only fake readers take a glance at? (also, fake readers aren't real??)
To put fanfiction, a popular outlet for writers to put their heart and soul into, into a box that reads on the outside "NOT REAL" and "NOT VALID"... well, that sounds more negative than positive, to say the least.
I believe that only those who have tried writing a fanfic or book before can give a genuine, serious opinion on this, because from the looks of it... some readers don't realise how much effort goes into the pages and the fics they read everyday.
Fanfictions are books. Trying to say otherwise is undermining and demeaning the time and effort put into those works.
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You're Rich And I'm Wishing You Could Be My Master, Yum
Authors Note: This is the first part of my collab series with @tsundere-cherry-girl I'm sorry this took me so long to get out as I really was excited for this piece and wanted to ensure it was perfect before sharing it with you all! I will now be working on requests! enjoy our dilf king Toji, blessup.
* cw : 18+ minors dni, Daddy kink, age gap, and anxiety attacks
Word count: 14.7k
College wasn't something you enjoyed, in fact you loathed it. There was something about autumn winds and winter snow storms that no longer brought along the warm fuzzy feeling that they would have when you were younger. Now, the snow storm that had passed through overnight only reminded you of how far you were going to have to walk to your next class in the freezing cold.
You pulled your coat closer to your body, the cream corduroy acting as a soft barrier against the freezing air. Boots shuffling through the layered snow as you made your way through the peninsula of covered sidewalk, dead leaves that had fallen to the snow being kicked up; rising to the air quickly before falling onto the ice again.
Despite the fact that throughout your childhood you dreamed of college - a way to escape the bouts of teenage immaturity and transition to adulthood - a couple of years to have to yourself. But you couldn't help but be fucking irritated by the constant parties and think-with-their-dick boys who approached you after class, pawing at you and calling you sweet names with their whiny voices that pricked your ears like an icepick.
Outside of the constant nagging from boys, you did have your friends: friends that would call you in the middle of the night to ask if you wanted to go to the dorm next to yours and go party, friends that slipped you the answers to your History teacherâs exam because Mr. Yaga was a fucker who didnât care if you passed or failed.
Outside of school ruining your life, you had your friends and your friend group was interesting to say the least: there was Megumi, your best friend, who would approach every situation with the least amount of worry - no matter how unprepared he might be and always end up fine in the end. Then there was Itadori, who was late to every single class, a head full of dishelved hair that would shake in shame as your professor scolded him for the upteenth time that week. And then there was Nobara, who was your roommate but spent more time out with at parties than actually in the dorm. Thankfully, all four of you had become close throughout the first hellish year of college, being there for one another when need be.
It was finals week, your schedule was filled to the brim with studying and back to back classes that would determine your grades for the end of the semester. Long nights in the main library and in your dorm resulted in early coffees and shaking fingers as you worked out the answers to your exams.
You hurried to your last class, holding your textbooks and folders closer to your chest, boots skipping up the steps to the door, black letters on the textured glass read âProfessor Nanamiâ.
Once inside, you hurried to your seat next to Megumi who was rereading some of his notes, his head turning to you when you sat down and began to pull out your notes randomly.
âAre you serious?â Megumi asked, deadpanning at your mess of scrambled notes and chicken scratched papers.
You gave him a sheepish smile before pointing a finger at him, âHey! I made it before Itadori, and thatâs saying something!â
Megumi chuckled lightly and went back to his notes, highlighting a few things âSo⊠have you decided whether or not you're gonna stay at my place for winter break?â
Your eyes widened. Shit! you forgot about that!
âUhm⊠are you sure youâre okay with me coming, I donât wanna feel like Iâm intruding on your break, let alone your family.â You clicked your pen nervously and bit the plush of your bottom lip.
Megumi gave a fake look of shock âNo, youâre all good, I want you to come!â he reassured and then went back to writing.
You thought it over for a second, eyes dashing from the scattered and scribbled papers on the table and back to Megumi âThen Iâll go, it sounds exciting!â You smiled widely and Megumi nodded, opening his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by your professor, clapping loudly from the desk at the bottom of the auditorium.
âAlright, as you all know this is your final for the semester, determining whether or not youâll pass my class.â he took a moment to shuffle the stack of papers, collecting them together. âDo your best, and once youâre finished, youâre free to go.â
You took a deep breath, calming your nerves.
Your professor walked up and down the carpeted steps, placing blank tests down and continuing down the aisle to the next row of students.
Your palms were clammy and your skin pricked with beads of sweat, your turtleneck began to stick to your soft skin.
The atmosphere of the classroom did nothing to relieve your stress, the humming of the heater causing a persistent ache in your head, pulling at the strings of your mind as you tried to think over all the information you had spent the past week and full 12 hours reviewing. A blank test was placed on your desk and you inhaled deeply, looking over the first question and picking up your pencil before circling âAâ.
Walking out the door and into the snow, books held to your chest, you turned to Megumi before heading in the direction of your dorm.
âSo what time are you planning on leaving?â You asked, jutting your hip out to stand more comfortably, snow crunching under your heavy fur boots.
Megumi always stood so perfectly still, even when talking - when you had first became friends it was off putting, making you think he was uncomfortable in your presence, only when the two of you became closer - basically best friends, did u realize that Megumi did some pretty odd things, that being one of them.
âI was gonna head up around like eightish maybe?â Megumi looked up to the sky as though he were in deep thought,â I can drive us both if you want.â He offered, hand gesturing to you.
You shook your head and placed a mittened hand out to stop him, âNo, itâs okay, you can just drop by my dorm once youâre ready and I can follow you.â You smiled.
Megumi nodded and then looked away towards his dorm.
âAlright, well, make sure you pack for at least a week and halfâs stay, wouldnât want you to not have something to wear.â he joked, kicking the ground a bit, dragging his shoes through the snow aimlessly as if he were drawing something.
You shook your head and laughed, âI will,â you sighed deeply and clicked your tongue, your shoulders falling gently, âwell, I gotta get going, Iâll see you at eight then?â you began to walk backwards, the snow squealing under your boots.
âOn the dot.â Megumi concluded and turned, walking through the deep snow on his way back to his dorm.
The next morning when you woke you felt refreshed, your face felt soft and your muscles were relaxed, little to no cramps as the contrast to how the week of finals had treated your body - the overwhelming stress not giving you a minute to relax.
You took a shower and got dressed, putting on your favorite fur jacket over a hoodie along with a pair of baggy jeans. You took one final look in the mirror before checking your suitcase once more, making sure you had everything packed.
Toothbrush, check. Hairbrush, check. Tampons, check. Phone charger, checkâŠ
You continued down the checklist of items, failing to hear Nobara enter the room. She had a coffee and muffin in one hand and her purple-bubble thick cased phone in the other.
âOh, youâre leaving?â she quirked an eyebrow, clearly wanting you to elaborate on where you were going. Nobara was always like that, she felt like more of an aunt at times than an actual friend.
You turned your head to look at her, âDonât get too excited now, Iâll be back when school starts up again.â You smiled and turned back to your open bag.
Nobara didn't say anything, opting to take a small bite out of the muffin and a sip from the straw of her drink before swallowing loudly.
âA-are you going to your parents place?â She still stood in the hallway, leaned against the wall, she bent over a tad as she continued to look at you, eyebrow pulled into a tight arch.
You stopped zipping your suitcase up to take a deep breath, voice becoming stuck in your throat and tears building up in your downcast eyes.
âN-no, uhm actually,â You cleared your throat, shaking your head slightly, âIâm actually going out of town to stay with Megumi, he invited me to stay with his family for break.â you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and placed it onto the ground, pulling the handle all the way up.
âHey, you okay?â Nobara asked, walking up to you and chucking her phone onto her bed, the case causing the phone to bounce in the process.
You nodded and smiled, you knew she was looking out for you, aware of the issues youâd had with your father in the past, but that didnât make the mere thought of your relationship with your father any easier to think about.
âYeah, Iâm okay, just nervous.â You gave a weak smile and grabbed your phone from your nightstand, slipping it into your coat pocket.
âAwh, youâll have tons of fun, Iâm sure Megumi will do a great job making you feel right at home!â She smiled and her hair shook as her head lifted in excitement.
You nodded again and smiled at her warmly, reaching to grab the handle of your bag, âAlright, well, Iâm off - Iâll see you again soon.â
Nobara nodded and followed you out of the doorway. The two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way down the hall, fur boots clumping on the carpeted ground.
âWait!â Nobaraâs voice stopped you, making you turn to look at her, one hand in your coat pocket.
âWhatâs up?â You asked.
âYou got everything? Like, all your girl stuff and everything?â she kept a hand on the door handle, the other on the wall.
You smiled at her and nodded, âYeah, I've got everything.â You then waved to her and continued to make your way to the elevator.
Once outside you shivered as the wind hit your face, biting your skin as you made your way down the snow covered steps and onto the pavement. Megumi was waiting at the curb, leaning against his black Mercedes, dressed in a Louis Vuitton coat, arms crossed and looking to the side.
You always wondered where he got the money for all of the expensive things he bought: his cars, his shoes - being his best friend, you didn't feel comfortable asking, but now that you were being introduced to his family, you realized that the possibility of his family being just that rich never actually occurred to you.
âHey Gumi!â You waved, pulling your suitcase through the snow behind you.
âHey,â He turned to you and smiled, âYou need help taking that to your car?â he asked, flipping his keys absentmindedly
âNo, I'm all good, you wanna just meet me in the parking lot?â you gestured to the lot at the side of your dorm.
âYeah sure.â
The ride to the cabin was fairly smooth, most of it being a fast trip on the freeway until you followed Megumiâs black Mercedes down an off ramp and into a new town.
You took the time at each stop light to look around, making note of the winter decorations parading the streets. The clouds covering the sky gave the townâs look a picturesque holiday aura to it.
Music played through your speakers as you followed Megumi throughout the town, the road soon became flat and desolate for a few miles before his car came to the start of a small trail.
The tires of your car grumbled over the gravel, rocking your car side to side as you drove down the pine covered road. The trees created an atmosphere that felt almost - in no other words to describe it - home.
You could see mountains to the left of you, sun glittering against the snow, you could smell the pine wafting through the ventilation of your car, relaxing your nerves and washing over your senses greedily.
The road seemed to go on forever, not that you were complaining, the surrounding forest made you feel as though you were stuck in a perfect place in time, nature in its purest form, no city lights, no roads, no cars, just the soothing smell of pine and the occasional cry from a bird.
Megumiâs car took a right and suddenly the ground became smoother, the rocks becoming a makeshift driveway where a Black Ford F150 was parked next to a tan Rolls Royce in front of cobblestone steps that lead up to the chestnut red door of the prodigious house you assumed was the âcabinâ Megumi had told you about. The two of you obviously had different ideas of what a âcabinâ was. This was a multi million dollar house at least, you wouldn't be surprised if his parents owned the place...scratch that. They definitely owned it.
Megumi parked his car next to the tan Rolls Royce and stepped out, walking over to your car. You rolled your window down to which he bent over and leaned his crossed arms against it, ducking his head to look at you.
âYou can park next to my dadâs truck if you want.â He tilted his head and threw his thumb back to point at the giant F150.
âOkay, thankyou.â you let Megumi step back and rolled up your window before pulling into the parking spot.
You stepped out and went to the backseat of your car, pulling out your bag and your blanket before rounding the car to where Megumi was still removing his bags, two Louis Vuitton duffle bags were sat on the sanded down gravel, dirt already seeping into the leather and fabric.
âYour family knows I'm coming⊠right?â You chuckled nervously, watching Megumi continue to sift through the many expensive bags in his trunk.
âOf course, Iâve told them all about you. Trust me, theyâll adore you.â
You almost cried at that. What had Megumi told them? what if he was lying and they actually were just allowing you to stay out of pity, what if Megumi had actually told them something terrible about you and you werenât even there to defend yourself.
You felt bad, knowing Megumi would never talk so horibily about you; The two of you were best friends. You just still couldn't help the metaphorical vomit that filled your brain to itâs brim, threatening to spill from your lips until you convinced Megumi you wanted to go home, spilled over until the words became tears because you couldnât even fathom the idea of Megumiâs family not liking you.
âAre you ready to go?â Megumi stood with two duffle bags in one hand and another thrown over his shoulder.
Nodding, you let Megumi pass you and followed him up to the front of the red painted door. The wood had been furnished and was well kept, obviously polished regularly.
Megumi raised his fist and knocked on the peppermint red wood, a soft rapping filling your ears.
The door opened to reveal a young woman in red bottom snake heels and a cream sweater, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail.
âHi âGumi!â She smiled happily, her eyes squeezing shut as her arms crushed him in a tight hug before parting and looking him up and down. âMy goodness, youâre so much taller than last time I saw you.â Megumi grumbled and she giggled, petting his shoulder lightly.
Suddenly she turned to you, âOh hi! You must be y/n, Megumi has told me all about you.â She went to grab your mitten covered hands in her own, âPlease come in, you must be freezing.â She stepped to the side and placed a hand on your back to guide you inside.
The three of you walked down the wood paneled hall, the walls were decorated with wreaths and cute accessories for the holidays.
âMy name is Tsumiki by the way.â She smiled at you again, leading you into the living room, her heels clicking against the floor.
Once you entered the living room you immediately felt out of place - well, more than you felt already, if even possible; a flat screen TV sat was built into the flat wooden wall, a huge leather couch was placed in the middle of the room, double doors leading to a balcony were opened, the sound of birds and creaking wood echoing throughout the home.
The smell of sugar made you turn your head in the direction of what you assumed was the kitchen, the heaviness of it making you close your eyes and hum.
Tsumiki giggled, âIâm making a pie, it should be done before dinner if you two wanna go get settled down and unpack.â
Megumi nodded and took your arm in his hand, pulling you down the next hallway as you said a quick âThankyou!â before you were out of range.
Megumi pulled you along to a crĂšme covered carpet staircase, climbing the steps with one hand on the rail and the other still on your arm.
Once you made it upstairs, you came into another hallway; a chandelier illuminating the white thicket walls. Four doors were on either side of the hall leading to two large pearl French doors that sat at the very end.
âMy dadâs room is the room at the end, Tsumiki sleeps in the room closest to the bathroom âcus she always has to pee, I usually take the room farthest from my dadâs just âcus.â Megumi informed you. You nodded at his words before it dawned on you that you would be the one sleeping closest to his dad - someone who you had yet to meet and someone who quite frankly, intimidated you.
âYou can take the room I usually sleep in if you want.â Megumi tilted his head to see your nervous expression.
âNo!â You cleared your throat, âItâs- itâs just, it doesnât really matter to me, Iâm fine either way.â
âMâkay.â Megumi walked to his door and opened it, standing outside until you entered your own, âIâll get you when dinnerâs ready.â
You nodded and walked into the bedroom, met with a king sized bed and glass panel door that led to a balcony. The walls were a grey color, decorated with simple objects and pictures of the surrounding mountains. The room smelled of lavender and vanilla, painting a clear picture of the woodland surrounding you.
Placing your suitcase onto the bed you began unpack; putting your folded clothes into the auburn dresser and closet, placing your shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe. Deciding to keep your toiletries in your room, you put them on the vanity seat beside the glass sliding door.
Once you had everything put away you grabbed your phone and sent a quick text to Nobara, informing her youâd made it, to which she replied with a âGood to hear, canât wait for you to come back, miss you already! xoxoâ
You smiled and put your phone down, getting ready to move some things around when a knock came from your door. You opened the heavy door to come face to face with Megumi who had changed into a navy sweatshirt.
âDinnerâs ready.â he informed you and you smiled, nodding as you followed him down the staircase and back through the hallways into the dining room. The walls were plastered with gold and black trim, decorating the thicket walls; a candled chandelier illuminated the room in a calm light.
âHi there!â Tsumiki waved as she placed a basket of bread rolls onto the table, âyou can sit wherever youâd like.â You took a seat next to Megumi, the cushioned chairs adding a soft touch to your nervousness.
As Tsumiki sat down she opened her mouth to ask a question when the sound of a door shutting made you jump, looking towards the hallway to see a tall raven haired man round the corner, dressed in tightly fit black shirt and baggy jeans, his timbs pounding the polished floors.
âWhatâs for dinner?â His gruff voice immediately made your legs tense. It screamed authority and discipline - the voice of a parent, a father who was stern but rewarded good behavior. The man took a seat at the end of the table and looked at you, his eyebrow raising.
âWhoâs this?â he didn't speak to you, opting to talk to his son.
Megumi took a bite of his food and looked at his father, rolling his eyes, âHer name is y/n, I told you she was coming.â
You felt almost helpless not being able to speak for yourself in front of the man of the house. You couldn't deny Megumiâs father was attractive, a part of you embarrassed that you couldn't even make eye contact with the man, afraid that if you did, heâd surely know you were crushing like a schoolgirl on the father of your best friend.
âOh yeah, nice to meet you, y/n.â He nodded in acknowledgment and began eating.
Tsumiki made small talk, making sure to involve you in all the conversations: asking about your school work, which major you were studying, your plans for the future.
You answered each honestly, explaining why you were interested in your major, why you chose the same college Megumi attended and how you planned to succeed in the workplace you were working towards being in.
Toji had leaned back in his chair at some point, his arms folded beneath his head as he listened to you ramble on about how important school was and your eagerness to be introduced into an industry such as the one you were interested in. It was cute.
Tsumiki listened attentively, asking questions and nodding her head in agreeance whenever you said something. âThat's really cool, y/n, I believe youâd be a good addition to any team that hired you, youâre a smart girl and a hardworking one at that.â Tsumiki interrupted herself to gasp lightly, turning to her father. âCome to think of it, dad, didnât you do some work in that major?â she swallowed, âI couldâve sworn I remember you talking about it.â
You looked to Toji, only to meet his eyes and immediately look at your lap; he looked almost bored - eyes lidded and plump lips resting against each other, the pinkness of them only becoming a darker color, your eyes traced of the scar that was ingrained in his skin.
Toji laughed at your quick shift of focus, taking a hand out from behind his head to scratch at his chest, the fabric of his shirt sliding over his pecs as he did so. âItâs okay, kid. You can look at me - I don't bite.â you gulped at that, if there was any questioning of your attraction to the man, the way his biceps bulged at his shirt as he spoke assured that you were swooning for the older man.
âBut, Yeah, I did.â He said flatley, watching you with squinted eyes. There was a moment of silence before Toji stuck his tongue into his cheek and looked down at his finished plate before moving his hands back down to the table resting his elbows against the cotton of the tablecloth.
âGojou still working there?â He asked, reaching towards the glass cup of toothpicks and inserting one between his teeth.
You gulped sighly and nodded âY-yeah, he is.â You felt as though you needed to speak with your head down - a primal dominance encouraging you to not make eye contact out of respect, his blue eyes pierced your own as he brought his tongue out to lick the scar on his lip.
You couldâve sworn you died right there and then; something about the oh-so-innocent yet so aware action he pulled by simply flicking his soft tongue along the line of the dark scar made your knees weak, your thighs squeezing together, your shoes toeing at each other nervously.
âHeâs a dick.â Toji stated.
âYeah-â you laughed a bit. âYeah, he is.â
Once dinner was finished and you and Tsumiki had cleaned the china plates until your fingers pruned, scrubbing the soft sponge across the glass plates gently. When the plates were all put away, you fled to your room.
You had spent what had been at least thirty minutes with your soft hand between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit, replaying the image of Toji sliding his tongue over the dark line of his scar - pretending it was your plush legs he was kissing instead.
A part of you wished he could hear you through the smokey colored walls, entertaining the idea that he was just as perverted as you, jacking himself off to your soft moans and imagining that he too wished he was with you too. The thoughts themselves brought you to an orgasm; pushing a satin pillow onto your face, you moaned, deep and shaikly, feeling your stomach tighten.
âOh fuck, Iâm cumming.â You wined, rubbing circles around the small bundle of nerves until your legs tensed and chills ran down your spine when your orgasm washed over you.
You pulled the pillow off your face to inhale deeply, pulling your fingers from between your legs, looking at your soaked fingers, embarrassment flooding your body as you stared at the proof of how long you had been jacking it to your best friend's dad.
A wash of realization hit your brain when you remembered where you were, whose house you were in and who was sleeping in the rooms on either side of you.
Oh god. You slapped your hand to your forehead, immiedialtey praying to god that your wishes for Toji to hear your soft moans and supple sighs hadnât been answered.
Getting out of the tall bed, your feet hit the cold floor and you shivered, padding your way to the door of your room, you stepped out and made your way into the bathroom across the hall.
Once inside, you washed your hands, lathering a generous amount of foamed soap that read âWinter Candy Appleâ and was wrapped in a sparkly red plastic that slid against your fingers as you sat the bottle back down onto the granite countertop.
Toji was laid back against the expensive furs of his queen bed, fisting his cock furiously to the sound of your moans, sweat beading in small drops on his firm chest.
âGah -fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.â he threw his head back, his hair sprawling behind his head and he hissed, cum spurting onto his hand and abdomen.
âOhhhh shiiit.â he groaned, voice shaky.
Toji pnated in the mess of blankets and crumpled satin sheets, staring up at the cream colored ceiling, chest heaving.
His blue eyes tracing the iron lines of the gray barn liam chandelier, Toji felt dirty, jerking his dick to his son's best friend. He scoffed, âwhat the hell?â Toji took another shaky breath and ran his hands over his face before sitting up and pulling his boxers up over his waist and walking into his adjoined bathroom.
The fluorescent lights created a flaxen glow against the white walls and black mineral countertop. Grabbing a small towel from beneath the counter he placed it under the sinkâs faucet and wiped down his abdomen, sighing as he chucked the soiled towel into the hamper and walking back into his bedroom.
Toji walked to his dresser and pulled out a white tshirt before heading to the door that connected his bedroom to the hallway.
Walking out into the hall Toji scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the carpeted floor, his eyes tired and adjusting to the dark of the hallway when suddenly something - someone bumped into his chest making him reach his hands out to steady the person he hit.
âOh, Iâm sorry!â You whisper yelled and gripped onto his forearms.
Toji squinted to see your features outlined in the dark, âOh, hey kid, whatâre you doinâ up?â He took his hands off your shoulders and yawned dramatically, bringing a hand to cover his mouth.
âSorry, I just needed to use the restroom.â you told him, eyes meeting his sapphire ones.
He nodded, âYou wanna come downstairs? Iâm gonna get some coffee.â Toji walked past you.
You listened to the stairs creak as he made his way down the steps, âyes!â you whispered yelled again, being met with a light chuckle from the bottom of the steps.
Following Toji throughout the massive cabin you reached the kitchen where Toji had you sit at the bar. He stood at the opposite side of the island, pouring a pot that had been put out by Tsumiki earlier than night, aware of her fatherâs habit to wake up and come to the kitchen searching for something to drink and calm his nerves.
Your eyes followed Tojiâs movements, his arms flexing as he placed the pot down and pulled out a packet of sugar, ripping the paper and pouring the bag into the cup before grabbing a spoon and mixing the drink together.
âYou want something sweetie?â Toji placed the spoon into his mouth and looked up to meet your eyes.
Your face felt warm as you watched him gently suck on the spoon, âu-uhm, no, Iâm okay, thank you.â You pull your knees up to your chest, resting your chin and stopping your knees.
Toji offered a slight âtchâ and walked towards the sliding glass door, pulling it open and stepping out onto the balcony, letting snow-chilled air fill the room.
You didn't know what to do, too nervous to ask if you could follow but too shy to stay behind and sit awkwardly until Megumiâs father decided to come back into the warmth of the cabin. Stepping off the bar stool you slipped on a pair of slippers you had left at the door and walked out onto the patio, making your way over to where Toji stood.
He was bent over the wooden terrace, leg crossed over another as he looked out at the moonlit forest. You walked up beside him and mimicked his position. He side eyed you and chuckled lightly, noticing the repeated movements of his own. He turned around and leaned his back against the terrace, wondering if youâd follow.
You stayed in Tojiâs original position.
âItâs pretty right?â Toji stated, nodding his head towards the pine trees and snow covered ground.
You nodded and began to pick at the wood of the terrace, sniffling as the wind tickled goosebumps up your arms and legs. âIt really is.â
Toji huffed in aggreence and turned back to lean on his forearms again, taking a sip of his coffee, the steam from the cup swirling in the air like a growing cloud of fire, eating away at the air in a grey mass.
Toji sensed your nervousness and laughed a bit before scooting closer to you and pointing towards a small tire swing, nearly covered completely by the snow, only a sliver of rusted rubber still visible. âWhen I was younger, around ten or eleven, I used to swing on that thing everytime my parents drove me up here, and broke my arm on it once too.â He laughed at the memory and took another sip.
You laughed and leaned over the ledge a tad as you tried to imagine Megumiâs father as anything but a father at sometime in his life. Fully believing that heâd been born a father and stayed that way for the past thirty-five years if he had told you that. Maybe he looked like Megumi⊠possibly Tsumiki, she has his nose-
âMegumi broke his arm on it too, I think itâs cursed.â He joked and you looked at him in question.
âReally? He never told me that.â you sounded disappointed, almost as if Megumi had hid something from you - logically, you knew he hadnât but in the past thirty minutes, Toji had shared more memories of his own childhood with you than Megumi ever had in your three years of knowing him.
âAre you ready for ice skating tomorrow? There's a lake in the woods that we go down to every year.â he asked
You did remember Megumi mentioning a lake⊠now that you thought about it, you didn't have any skates.
âI donât have any skatesâŠâ
âYou can have a pair of Tsumikiâs, sheâs got like six different colors.â He rolled his eyes at his daughterâs adoration for fancy colors and need for fashion.
You giggled at that to which Toji smiled. âI don't know how to skate either, haha.â you ran your hands up and down your arms trying to stay warm.
Toji lifted an eyebrow at that, adjusting to lean on his elbow that held the cup of now-cooled-down coffee. âYou serious?â He took another sip.
You met his eyes for a split second before looking at the balcony terrace again, âYeah.â
Toji gave a âhmphâ in surprise, tilting his head as he downed the rest of his coffee. âIâll teach you.â he stated, giving you no room to refuse his offer.
âOkay.â you smiled.
The two of you entered the cabin a few minutes later and Toji sent you up to bed with a hug, following behind you as you made your way back up the stairs and into your room.
âNight, Mr. Fushiguro.â You stood in the doorway of your bedroom.
âNight, brat.â He smirked and waited for you to enter your room and shut the door before retreating to his own room and falling back onto the bed, eyes searching for something to focus on as he forced himself to sleep. His eyes decided on the iron of the chandelier again, tracing the intricate lines and candle holders as he fell asleep, the smell of your shampoo and memory of your moans filling his senses.
As you lay in bed, you stared at the ceiling; thinking of how youâd ask Tsumiki to borrow a pair of skis, what youâd wear, and how youâd have Megumi teach you how to ice skate without embarrassing yourself. Wait no. Toji was going to teach you. Your eyes slowly begin to close, your body sleep deprived and too exhausted from the long drive and late talk with Toji to question why he offered to teach you rather than have his son.
The next morning was far more relaxed than the evening before, you helped Tsumiki make breakfast, whisking eggs as Toji made his way into the kitchen.
âWell arenât you two cute.â he teased and tousled his hair a bit.
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, âItâs almost done if you wanna get Megumi.â You said, choosing to watch the basking of the eggs rather than make eye contact with the taller man.
Toji laughed and walking over to the coffee pot you had refilled, pouring himself a cup of it and adding a packet of sugar. He made his way over to the bar and sat on one of the stools, his chin resting in his palms as we watched the two of you work.
He felt like he had a family back. It was a horrible thing, truly, to seek comfort in the young girl who Megumi had introduced as his friend. But Toji wanted you, and whatever Toji wanted, Toji fucking got.
A plate was placed in front of him by a pair of small hands, he looked at you and smiled, placing a hand on your head and scratching your scalp as he tousled your hair âThanks.â
You nodded and went back to the other pre-made plates. You placed another next to Toji for Megumi.
Toji internally groaned, he wanted you to sit next to him.
âIâll go get Megumi.â You left the kitchen and Tsumiki siad a quick âOkay!â before turning to her father who was devouring the food youâd cooked.
Toji could feel his daughterâs eyes on him, looking up from his meal to stare blankly âWhat?â
Tsumiki rolled her eyes and turned back to her own plate of sugar covered pancakes, decorated with strawberries and whip cream. âI see the way you look at her dad. Sheâs in college and youâve barely known her for a whole day!â She exclaimed.
Toji simply shrugged his shoulders at her input and continued to eat, taking another bite of eggs, âYouâre gonna give her a pair of skates for when we go to the lake today.â
Tsumiki nodded and picked up her plate, walking past him to sit at the table, placing a hand on his shoulder âDad.â she pleaded
Toji lifted an eyebrow âIâm not gonna do anything.â He put his hands in mock defense to which Tsumiki gave a âreally?â look at and sighed, walking over to the table and taking a seat.
Only a minute later you came down with a sleepy Megumi following behind, rubbing his eyes and tripping over his feet. âMorning.â he said groggily, taking the seat next to his dad and digging into his breakfast.
Toji ruffled his pointed hair and laughed as the raven strands bent for half a second and then bounced back up into their original place.
You sat at the table with Tsumiki, watching the quiet scene unfold, smiling warmly at the interaction. The father-son interaction brought you to think of your own father, your thoughts scrambling to find a moment in your life where he was as soft with you as Toji was with his own children.
âYou guys excited to go skating later?â Toji turned in his chair, looking at you Tsumiki.
You nodded, mouth full. Wiping your mouth you nodded again, âI am, Mr. Fushiguro. Iâm very excited.â
Tojiâs heart warmed at your tired voice, feeling a little guilty for keeping you up outside in the cold for as long as he did. He crossed his arms over the back of the stool and watched you eat, âI can take y/n in my truck if you two wanna take the Royce.â Toji stated more than asked.
Megumi shrugged at that, not really caring who he went with but still concerned about how youâd feel being all alone with his father, He was fine with driving with his sister but Megumi knew his dadâs truck had enough seats for all of you. ây/n are you okay with that?â Megumi turned to you.
You felt embarrassed as all eyes were on you, âIâm okay with that.â you smiled at Megumi, slowly turning your head towards Toji, reassuring him with a smile.
He smirked and stepped off the stool, stretching his arms over his shoulders, his shirt riding up past his navel. âAlright, Iâm gonna go get dressed.â he made his way through the kitchen and into the hall before turning back and looking at you ây/n, wear something warm âmkay?â He said and walked off.
Tsumiki rolled her eyes at his request âDonât mind him, itâs just his dad shit telling him to be all parental, wear whatever you want.â She said.
You smiled at her before dragging your finger through the leftover whip cream on your plate, bringing your finger to your lips and sucking on it gently. It felt nice to be dotted on, to be worried about, to be worried about by a father. As you made your way to your room and got dressed, pulling on a hooded mink fur jacket, like Toji told you to do; You twirled in your mirror, picking up one foot cutely, watching the strings of your furry moon boots dangle.
A knock came from your door before Megumi entered the room, dressed in a luxury white fur coat, the hem running to his jean clad knees. âYou almost ready? Tsumiki put your skis in my dadâs truck already, she guessed your size.â you laughed at that.
âIâm sure theyâll fit.â you picked up your phone and slipped it into your pocket and followed Megumi down the carpet steps. Once outside you stepped onto the gravel and over to Tojiâs truck where he stood, resting against the tailgate with his arms crossed; the denim of his jacket stretching over the bulkiness of his arms - drool pooling in your mouth at the sight.
âYou ready kid?â Toji stepped out, timbs crunching the gravel beneath him.
You nodded and watched Megumi walk past you and open the door to Royce, âWeâll meet you there right?â he said, hand on the door. Toji gave a thumbs up before walking up to your side of the truck; Tsumiki pulled out beside him as he did so.
âBe careful on the road, dad, she doesn't need to be subjected to your psychopathic driving skills.â She narrowed her eyes only to soften them when she saw you, âDonât worry, baby, Iâm sure heâll keep you safe - something about Tsumikiâs insignificant promise that her father would protect you made your knees weak - Itâs only about a thirty minute drive, we can get lunch after too.â She then left, wheels rumbling over the gravel as the car rounded the corner; Leaving you and Toji alone.
âCâmere baby,â He motioned for you. You walked up to the passenger side, Toji standing with the door open, hand on his hip. âYou ready?â you nodded and he placed his hands on your hips, your smaller ones grasping his forearms in shock, placing you in the seat he then squeezed your thigh gently, âGood girl.â he shut the door.
You were gonna die right then and there. Jesus Christ you were going to die and Toji-Fucking-Fushiguro and his deep voice and big hands were going to be the reason Megumi would find you dead in the passanger seat of his fatherâs car.
The sound of the driverâs side door opening made you turn your head, watching Toji step into the truck with ease and push the start button, the car rumbling as it turned on and warm air ran over your skin. The contrast between the cold air and the heated car made you shiver.
The ride was silent as the truck rocked back and forth over larger rocks in the road, Toji had some music playing at you watched the mountain range, making note of how it must've snowed last night as there was visibily more white frosted trees and the mountain seemed to hide all the dark toothpick looking trees from across the valley.
âWhen I was younger, my dad took me up here with my friends,â he paused as you turned to him, waiting for him to continue in complex adoreness. Toji felt his hands grip the leather wheel with his left hand, his right folding into a fist on the compartment piece in between the two of you; his mind begging him, demanding him to reach out to you and hold you, hold your thigh, your hands, anything to touch you.
He cleared his throat and continued âI took his pickup out to go get drinks with my friends and slid on black ice, we jumped out in time but the truck went down this lilâ valley, thought I was gonna die.â
You felt your shoulders release - aware that Toji had survived since he was literally driving you down the same road he nearly died on before you were even born. But a part of you made you relieved to know that he hadnât slipped down the icy mountain and met an evil demise brought to him by the reigns of teenage boy stupidity.
âYou were okay though right?â your eyes wide with worry
Toji laughed at your shocked expression, the thought that you asked if he was okay, the thought that you were worried about him made his heart swell. He loved the way you made him feel and simuloutansley hated it. Knowing youâd almost never reciprocate the same feelings he had.
âYeah honey, I was okay.â He ruffled your hair teasingly before grabbing the back of your hood and pulling it up and over your head, covering your eyes.
âHey!â You moved the hood from your head and hit his arm, he jumped back and put his hands up in mock defense, laughing heartily.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â He laughed and turned back to the road.
You gave a âHmphâ, crossing your arms dramatically.
A hand was placed on your thigh gently, squeezing at the plush of your thigh through your pants. Turning your head you met his eyes, the car slowing down, his focus now on you. Toji shifted a small bit, moving closer to you, his grip on your thigh growing tighter.
The air suddenly seemed thinner, your lungs scrambling to find breath in such a quiet and intimate moment. Your best friend's father had his hand holding your thigh, your best friendâs hot, older dad had his giant, rough hand holding your thigh - holding you.
You exhaled shakily, almost embarrassed to meet his eyes.
âHeyâ placing the hand that was on your thigh to your cheek, stroking your cheek gently.
âHiâ you whispered, toji smiled at your voice, god he was whipped and heâd only known you for seventeen hours.
Leaning in, he watched your plump lips part, his face was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. âYouâre so pretty, baby.â he whispered, thumb coming up to rest on your bottom lip and pulling it downwards.
Heat went straight to your pussy, your thighs clenching together as toji brought his lips to your own. His hand went to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he ran his tongue over your teeth. You moaned into the kiss and brought a hand to his arm, rubbing his skin softly.
Toji groaned, pulling away from you and shifting the gear of the truck into park and reaching over you with both hands, cupping your face to his. Toji inhaled deeply through his nose, pulling apart to see a line of spit attaching your lips together.
âFuck.â his eyes were lided and his lips were swollen and red âCâmereâ he brought you into his lap himself, pushing the seat back so youâd have more room. Looking out the window you could see you were still on the trail, no other cars in sight. Your head was turned by Toji, grabbing your chin and leading you back to his lips.
Your lips met again, Tojiâs hands coming to squeeze the flesh of your ass appreciatively. Moaning into the kiss you lowered your pelvis down to his prominent bulge, rutting against it gently. He hissed at the movement, breaking apart from you to look down between the two of you.
âShiiit,â he sighed and went to run a hand through his hair, âcanât do that to me, Iâm gotta fuck you, needa be inside you so bad baby.â placing his hand on the cup of your sex making you shiver.
âToji please.â you closed your eyes, head tilting downwards slightly.
âPlease what? Câmon use your words.â he smirked and ran his hands down the sides of your body, battered and roughed fingers caressing the soft-textured fur of your mink coat.
âMhmm'' you whimpered, suddenly very aware of where you were and who you were with. Shying away, you backed away from him to rest on your thighs - still straddling Tojiâs waist - you brought a finger to your lips, biting your soft skin and looking through the windows as if you were being watched. As if the trees and the birds and the deers and the clouds knew you were about to lose your virginity to your bestfriendâs fucking father.
âHey, hey, whatâs up munchkin?â Toji sat up, bringing you to his chest comfortingly - a parental instinct to protect - âmâ I movinâ too fast?â he asked, petting your head softly as you softly nodded into his chest.
âMâ sorry sweet girl'' Toji rubbed your back gently, letting you snuggle into his hold and hide yourself in the neck of his turtleneck, sniffling quietly. âShh, no more tears, baby m sorry.â he cooed. The two of you sat in the car for a good while, the soft humming of the engine and Tojiâs warm arms wrapped around your small body mixed with his soft words slowly lead you to sleep.
When you finally woke up you were met with a bright light, bringing a hand over your eyes to shield the sun away you saw Toji leaning over you slightly, working to unbuckle our seatbelt. âHey sunshine.â he smiled.
âHeyâŠâ you rubbed your eyes gently making him chuckle, âare we at the lake already?â you asked, looking from your seat in the truck, noticing you were in a small parking lot surrounded by forest.
âSure are sweetcheeks, you wanna get out?â he backed away from the door and let you stumble out, knees still wobbly from being asleep. Toji steadied you and pressed a kiss to your forehead to which you hummed at and tilted your head back, puckering your lips for him. Toji chuckled and pressed a small peck to your lips.
He took your hand in his and walked you to the bed of the truck, picking you up and placing you onto the rubber mat of the bed and grabbing your (Tsumikiâs) pink skates.
Toji pulled off your moon boots and helped lace up your skates before putting you down, patting your head gently. Yawning, you watched him go back to the passenger seat of the truck and put your shoes underneath the seat before coming back to you.
âYou ready lil lady?â he looked at you once and took your gloved hand in his, leading you to the rink where Megumi was skating backwards and talking to Tsumiki as she twirled lightly. Megumi saw you and waved, making you giggle and wave back with your free hand.
Toji walked you over to the entrance of the rink, stepping in and holding a hand out for you to aid you in walking to the frozen lake bed. You hesitated, watching Megumi and Tsumiki, they made it look so easy - but to someone who had never skated in their life, you were sure this was how you were to meet your end.
âCâmon baby, Iâm not gonna letchaâ fall.â Toji urged, stepping a tad closer to you as reassurement.
âYou promise?â you looked down at the ice and back to his face and then his hand.
âYes, honey, I promise.â Tojiâs face turned serious, eyebrows furrowing as you took his hand, helping you step down and grabbing your hip when your leg slipped a tad. You held onto him for dear life, the hood of your coat rubbing against his shoulder.
âItâs okay, kidâ he laughed a little and stepped backwards, holding his other hand out for you to take, letting you follow him as he took small swerves backwards. âEasy, just like that - ooh, careful! Good girl.â Toji praised, allowing you to grow more confident as he only held one of your hands now, still skating backwards as he watched your footing. Praising you when you made a turn or caught yourself.
Tsumiki had stopped skating and was standing by the edge of the lake, watching her father and you skate together. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that her father was pinning you and that you were returning, said pinning with the intensity of a school girl crush.
Megumi made his way past her and slowed to watch the two of you, turning to her as his chest heaved slightly. âWhy are you watching them?â
Tsumiki was taken aback by his question, taking her hands out and gesturing to the two of you - you had slipped and Toji had caught you, bringing you up to his chest to hold you, letting you rest against his body as he continued to skate backwards, allowing you to hold onto him as he did the work for both of you.
âThey look like theyâve been dating for four years for christâs sake!â She exclaimed, her ponytail swaying. Megumi looked between her and the two of you shrugging lightly before preparing himself to continue skating. âHow can you just sit here and not be bothered by that?â she laughed airily.
Megumi sighed and tilted his head towards her, âIf iâm being honest, i don't really care - sheâs still my best friend, and like, yeahâ he shrugged again, âItâs weird, but this is the happiest iâve seen dad in years, not to mention, she seems happy too.â Megumi then looked down at his gloves, restrapping them before taking off to skate again.
Toji held you to his chest, skating slowly as you listened to his heartbeat through his shirt. The rhythmic sway of his movements slowly lulling you into a sleep again. âYou still with me baby?â his voice startled you slightly, vibrating through his chest and tickling the side of your cheek making you giggle.
âYeah,â you slurred and moved to get closer to him, legs still moving in sync with his to help him as the two of you skated around the lake. âYouâre warm.â you snuzzled him.
âOh yeah?â he pulled your face away from his chest to tilt your head upwards, âWell, youâre pretty.â he watched you turn away from him bashfully, earning a deep laugh from him. âAwh câmere stinker,â he grabbed your face and turned you back to him, slowly stopping the two of you in the middle of the lake. âYou really are pretty.â he said and you nodded, leaning up to kiss him.
Megumi watched the two of you holding each other, completely unaware of his presence in staring at the two of you. An odd feeling filled his chest, not one of anger or sadness but one of almost relief, relief he could see his father being happy. Relief for you, someone who always seemed to sell themselves short, someone who put others before themselves. It was interesting to see you and his father somehow grow closer in less than a full day than he had managed in twenty-two years of living in the same home as the gruff man.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Tsumiki grabbing her brother by the arm, dragging him off the lake and onto the snow covered ground. âWeâre gonna head into town and get some takeout, you guys wanna come?â She yelled.
Toji pulled away from your gaze to give her a thumbs up, âWeâll probably get something on the way back, donât wait on us.â
You watched Tsumiki nod and return the thumbs up, walking with Megumi to the Royce and pulling out of the lot, gravel crumbling under the tires.
Toji sighed as he watched them get into the car, âFinally, gotchaâ all to myself.â He tucked his head to nuzzle your neck making you squeal and wiggle around in his arms. The two of you sat in silence for a small while, listening to the soft air and snapping of tree branches, the occasional bird crying. It was heavenly - you and Tojiâs own little space among the battered and destroyed world.
Feeling yourself move forward, you open your eyes slowly to see Toji skating backwards gently, moving so quietly that he skates hardly made any noise against the frozen water. âHey, you ready to go, baby?â there was that pet name again. That damn name that made your knees weak, an insignificant title that made you want to sink to your soft knees and devour his cock.
âMhmâ you hummed, following him as he made his way to the snow covered ground and pulled you up, helping you stand as he watched you sway tiredly - worn out from skating and probably talking the night before did not help any.
Once in the car, Toji had buckled you in and removed your skates, letting you sit cross legged on the heated leather seats. You watched Toji remove his own skates and put on his shoes before stepping into the car and reaching his hand out towards you. Heat rushed to your cheeks when your hands met, it was a simple act of love - one might even say domestic, and for a minute, yeah, you entertained the idea of being domestic with him. Of having a family with him. Of being his.
âYou okay?â He asked and rubbed the skin of your knuckle with his thumb gently, putting the car in reverse with his other. Toji held your hand the rest of the drive, squeezing occasionally when you pointed something out.
âOkay, baby,â Toji parked in a shopping center and let you look around at the sea of snow covered cars and neon labeled writing that covered the illuminated buildings, âWhatâre you feelinâ?â
Sitting up a tad straighter you scanned the buildings, looking for any place you could recognize before falling back against the heated seat. âMâ not really sure, I donât recognize anything here Toji.â you yawned and leaned over the compartment to wrap your arm around his bicep, snuggling into him.
Toji cooed at your tenderness, patting your head and making the decision himself, pulling into a drive through and ordering something for himself and for you, deciding to get you two different things in case you favored the other.
You woke up to the smell of something spicy, rubbing your eyes before letting them focus on the ma sitting in the seat beside you. âMorninâ toâ you yawned, jumping lightly when he laughed through the mouthful of food.
âItâs seven P.M, baby cakesâ Toji took another bite of food and then reached into the backseat to grab the separate bag of fruit and hand it to you gently. âI got you two things so you can choose which one you want.â he brought his hand to your head, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your temple and then went back to eating.
âThankyou Toji.â you whispered, leaning against him as you ate and looked up through the windscreen of the car, watching the stars quietly. The soft hum of the engine mixed with the soft song playing on the radio built a warm feeling up in your belly. The feeling of home. Although you had only known Toji for a day, somehow you knew he was everything you needed. The perfect mix of dominance and parental guidance that made you look up at him like he was the only man in the entire world who mattered (scratch that) the only person whoâs ever mattered.
âWhatâs up, baby?â he met your soft gaze. You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. Toji filled the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, short and sweet, nothing forced and nothing fake. It was reassuring.
The two of you went back to eating when you paused after your third bite, âToji?â you asked and turned to him. âYeah, baby?â he leaned back to rest his hands behind his head, watching you lovingly. You had him whipped and he knew it. He knew as soon as he heard your cries and soft meals for him through the thicket walls that he would do anything and everything to ensure you were happy and healthy and his.
âI want you to be my first.â so nonchalauntly said it almost made him blush, you spoke as if you were talking about the weather.
âYou sure?â He querched an eyebrow at you to which your submissive nature returned, making you shrink away and lower your head.
âYeah Iâm sure.â you said and played with your food nervously. Toji smiled at you.
âOkay.â
The rest of the ride home was filled with soft comments and the soft sound of your knees bouncing nervously. At one point Toji had reached over to hold your thigh, slowing the rhythmic bouncing. âCalm downâ he chuckled and rubbed your leg with his hand, âDonât stress yourself out, Iâm gonna take care of you.â he reassured you. Toji looked between you and the road, your face illuminated with a cherry light from the car lights surrounding you, âHey, Iâd rather have you do it with me than some dipshit whoâs gonna fuck you and get you pregnant without caring about you.â
Your head turned to his, a worried expression painted your pretty features. âD-do boys actually do that?â
âDo what, baby?â he squeezed your hand and made a left turn, turning the wheel with his left hand smoothly.
âTry to get girls pregnant and then run away?â your bottom lip jutted out into a pout. Toji would have laughed at your naive nature, so easily bought by scary lines of abandonment. He knew you had abandonment issues; if the small tugs on his arms and adoring looks you gave him were any indication that you had trouble believing people (Toji) weren't going to leave you, stemming from some evil plant that had been rooted by most definitely someone you called a âfatherâ.
âNo, not all. But boys are idiots, I donât want you hanging around any boys when you go back to school. They just wanna get their dicks wet.â Toji said, no room up to argue, as if you were going to.
âI wonât, I promise.â you were serious and Toji could tell. His precious baby, you were all his and heâd do whatever he could to protect you from the terrible monster spewed from the selfishness of teenage boy hormones and immaturity.
âI know baby, youâre my good girl, youâre daddyâs good girl.â the title made your legs quiver immediately, panties becoming soaked and thighs rubbing against each other, desperate for friction to ease the assault on your brain. The truck came to a stop at another intersection and Toji took the opportunity to press a kiss to your soft lips, pulling away and running his thumb across the bottom. He hummed at you and kissed you again, âMhm, my sweet baby.â
âYouâre so prettyâ Toji praised, looking at you from between your spread thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he pressed kisses to your panties, sucking on the damp spot of the fabric.
âMmm, daddy, please.â you whined and reached a hand down to slip beneath your panties, your actions serving as pointless when Toji smacked your hand away.
âPlease what?â he bit the inside of your thigh, sucking off your soft skin. You mewled at his touch, small fingers twisting the satin sheets generously. âPlease touch me, I need you.â
Toji smiled at your neediness, sitting up a tad to pull your panties off and throw them behind him aimlessly. Bringing his mouth to your cunt he inhaled deeply and groaned, cupping your hips with his rough hands and bringing your body closer to him.
You exhaled shakily as he kissed your clit gently then moved down to lick a wide stripe up your core. You rushed to grab his head to steady yourself, thighs quivering as he groaned again when he inserted a finger.
âFuuuck, youâre so fucking tight, baby.â he sucked your clit, his finger curling inside of you and stoking your gummy walls. âGod, canât wait to feel your tight little pussy on my cock, Jesus.â he exhaled deeply. âGonna add another finger, kay, baby, you tell me if it's too much.â you looked up from your cunt, your juices coating his plush lips.
You nodded gently, spreading your legs a tad wider to accommodate tojiâs new position. He pulled himself to sit on his knees, resting your cunt over his thighs. âWords for me, use your words for daddy.â he kissed your folds and you shivered.
âYes daddy-â
âPromise me youâll tell me if it hurts.â his eyes grew soft at your affectionate gaze.
âI promise, daddy.â you nodded and decided to act boldly, scooting yourself higher into his hold. Toji smirked through a chuckle before leaning down and inserting two fingers into you slowly. Wincing at the stretch Toji caressed your thigh with his hand holding you to him.
âI know, so good for daddy, just a little bit more baby.â he continued to praise you until both fingers were stuffed inside your tight cunt, threatening to split you if he tried to stretch them. âOh honey, youâre so tight, that hurt?â he looked at you, concerned about his features.
You thought it over for a second, âMm, a little bit, just a lilâ uncomfortableâ hissing when he went to remove a finger, walls clenching emptily after benign stretched lightly.
âMâ sorry baby, daddyâs sorry, jusâ wanna make sure you're okay.â he rubbed the inside of your thigh and reentered his finger, sliding the two of them in and out of you with a squelch of your wet cunt. Toji watched as you squirm slightly, his fingers separating gently to stretch you. âSo good for me baby, so good.â
Tears welled in your eyes at the praise, bringing your hand down to wrap around Tojiâs wrist, he softened his movements. The two of you met each other's eyes and Toji smirked at your expression, eyes lidded hair stuck to your forehead. The way you looked at him with such trust made his heart swell, your swollen lips and rising chest, and the meteophicral hearts swimming in your vision could bring him to his knees.
He needed you and he fucking needed you now.
Toji grabbed a pillow and placed your hips over it, moving back to lean between your legs and press small kisses to your folds. âMâ you taste so good.â he wrapped his hands around your hips, caging you to the bed. His scarred lip tickling your skin when he sucked on your clit and reached his hand up towards you to hold yours in his own. He could tell you were close. Your legs twitched and he could feel your folds pulse and pump in his mouth.
âYouâre okay.â he mumbled as your legs clenched as you came, nails digging into the rough flesh of his knuckle. His gruff voice muffled between your legs. Toji continued to lap at your soft cunt, his tongue flicking over your clit as he brought you closer to the edge.
A tight heat coiled in your belly, you tensed again and pulled your legs closer to your chest, toji following you as you moved, keeping a hand wrapped around your waist. He pulled off of you to smile, the scar on his lip splitting - the sight was almost painful to look at. Tojiâs fingers pinched your clit while he watched you moan.
Throwing your head back against the fur pillow and tightening your grip around Tojiâs wrist you came. âOh- oh, please Iâm cumming.â your walls pulsed around his digits, pussy soaking his mouth.
âSuch a good fuckinâ girl for daddy huhâ Toji smirked against your cunt, licking your wet folds before moving away to kiss up the inside of your thighs and up your leg that sat on his shoulder. He sat up onto his knees to kiss your ankle, rubbing your calf as you panted. âSo pretty, baby.â he kissed your ankle again then moved to rest his hands on either side of your shoulders.
Toji brought his head down to snuzzle your neck, kissing the junction between your collarbone and neck, pressing short and small kisses all the way up your jaw until he met your parted lips. He pressed his lips to yours, cupping your head with one of his hands while the other moved down to part your folds again.
âThink youâre ready for daddy?â he pecked your lips. You nodded and whined lightly as he moved back to cup the bulge in his sweatpants. You moaned at the sight, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and crawled over to him.
He watched you eye his bulge, his cock twitching as your head tilted upwards, eyes meeting his own. You looked so innocent - so easy to ruin. You looked between him and his bulge, jaw opening and closing like a gaping fish. âC-can I touch..â you whispered, embarrassed at your own insinuation that you most definitely wanted this manâs cock inside of you.
Toji chuckled and leaned down to pet your head, he kissed your forehead and nodded when your expression grew into one of frustration at the lack of answer. âYeah, baby, you wanna touch daddyâs cock?â he tilted his head to watch you turn bashfully making him laugh, pulling down the hem of his sweatpants through his chuckle.
His cock sprung up to tap his abdomen and drool pooled in your mouth, you moved to take him into your mouth, Tojiâs hand coming up to press against your forehead, stopping you in the process. You looked up to him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âDaddyâs okay, Iâll teach you how to suck dick another day, kay baby?â he stroked the back of your head. His words were almost condescending, treating you as though you didnât know any better, as though you were too incapable of doing things on your own. Toji didn't think so though, Toji saw this as his way to own you completely, riot your brain of everything you knew and mold you into a submissive little puppy - mold you into something entirely perfect and special, hidden from the sinful acts of civilization.
âDaddy,â you whined, pawing at his thigh, staring at his cock had begun tortures; memorizing the thin veins that ran up the underside and his pretty pink tip. Daddyâs cock is pretty you thought to yourself.
He hadn't even noticed heâd begun to stare off.
Toji blinked and made a smile at you, holding your jaw in his hand and kissing you roughly, âDaddyâs here.â he pulled off to look behind you at the bed, pushing you back till you were laying on your back, arms reaching up for him.
Positioning himself between your legs, he hiked one thigh over his arm, pressing your knee to your chest. You placed your hands on his biceps, rubbing his skin as a means to comfort yourself as you watched him tug on his cock, precum leaking from the tip.
You made a nervous whimper at the feeling of his tip pressing against your folds. Toji kissed you and stroked the skin of your hip gently. âShh⊠kiss daddyâs gonna go slow kay?â he waited for you to nod before slowly pushing his tip in.
You cried out and pushed against his belly, trying to slow him down, âToo much daddy!â tears already fell down your soft cheeks making Tojiâs eyes soften. He brought himself down to rest on his forearms, bringing his hands to either side of your face and cupping it as you sobbed.
âHoney, calm down,â he spoke gently, thumbing your tears away âitâs only just the tip, babyâ
You closed your mouth and screwed your eyes shut, trying to get used to the stretch only to shake your head when it wasnât working. âToo big, daddy,â you wailed and brought your hands up to cup his wrists.
âBaby.â he cooed âfocus on daddy for me babyâ he pulled out a small bit to let you calm down. You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurred with salty tears as you tried to make out his face.
âDaddy you have to go slow.â you cried, bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes which Toji pulled away, leaning down to kiss your eyelids gently and pulling back to place a peck on your swollen lips.
He cooed again, âI know baby, daddyâs sorry, he was going too fast.â you nodded at his words and he nodded back, smiling when you began to breathe normally again, taking deep inhales through your lips. âThatâs my girl, deep breaths, kay?â you continued to breathe until you squirmed a bit underneath him. âWhere you goin baby?â Toji asked, head tucked into your neck where heâd been pressing gentle kisses.
âWanna try again.â you met his eyes when he came back up, âI can do it daddy, just go slow.â you reassured him when his eyebrow quirked.
âOkay, daddyâs gonna so slow, you tell him if it gets to be too much okay?â he kissed both of your cheeks and you nodded, your features filling with excitement in hopes of making your daddy proud. Toji noticed your excitement, of course, and laughed lightly, âCalm down, squirt, we still gotta take it slow. Daddy doesnât wanna hurt you.â
You nodded enthusiastically and grabbed his biceps again, bracing yourself for the stretch and wincing when he pushed in again. Toji watched your soft expression grow screwed and stopped, âTake a breath, baby.â
You gasped loudly, showing Toji that you were in fact breathing which earned you a smile at your exaggerated breaths. Toji took your moment of distraction to push himself in a bit more, making your smile break into a gasp, nails gripping his skin roughly.
âSo good, for me, see almost doneâ he tucked your head to look between the two of you; the sight of his girth splitting you open making your walls flutter and soak hsi cock, pulling him into you more.
Tojiâs jaw dropped at the clench of you walls, you were so fucking tight - and he wasnât even all the way in - âOh, fuuuck,â he chuckled breathlessly, readjusting himself to support his weight on one of his hands, âeasy, kid, god.â
âMâ sorryâ your eyes welled up, thinking you were hurting him you went to move only to be stopped by him keeping you in place.
âNo,â he chuckled âNo- just- just god, hahaâ he took a few breaths, bringing a hand down to massage your clit, hoping youâd loosen up because at the rate you were going right now, he was gonna cum right when he was fully inside you. âJesus, kid, youâre gonna be the death of me.â he said through gritted teeth.
Toji continued to push himself in, your body shivering and leg quivering over his arm as he met your hymen, tapping it lightly with the tip of his cock making you wince. âThere she is.â Toji looked down between your bodies, seeing how much more you had to take he gulped and turned his head back up to see your worried expression.
âHey, hey, hey, Iâm still gonna go slow, baby, daddyâs gonna make you feel so good.â the two of you waited for a moment, his cock pulsing inside your tight cunt as you took deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Toji took the time to appreciate your features; your furrowed brows as you concentrated on the size of him, your long eyelashes stuck together by tears, your soft skin and plump cheeks that made him want to wrap you up in his arms and snuggle you. âYou okay, baby?â you nodded âYou want daddy to try moving?â he asked and kissed you.
âYes daddy, I just- I need help.â you looked to him for guidance and guidance he provided. Toji thought for a second before taking your smaller hand in his large one and pulling it down to his cock, letting you wrap your small hand around the girth that hadnât entered you yet.
âGood girl,â Toji muttered, watching you feel around his cock, exploring the touch and texture of it, âNow, daddyâs gonna push in and if it gets to be too much for you I want you to press against me.â he informed you and you nodded, heart speeding up at the pulse under the skin of his cock. âYou ready?â nodding you moved your arm to his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissing him.
Toji pushed in gently, your hymen splitting, a broken cry muffled by Tojiâs mouth, your hand made no move of stopping him but he slowed to a near stop for your sake, stroking your wrist with his hand and pressing kisses over your tears.
âYou okay, sweetie?â he pulled back, stroking the back of your head.
âYeah, mâokay, jusâ hurts a bit.â you sniffled
âI know, kid, youâre beingâ so good for me, so good for daddy.â he kisses your nose and lets you relax, running his hands over any part of your body he could reach, slowly kissing you and allowing you to grow accustomed to his size.
âIâm okay now daddy, c-can you move, but be gentle please, like- like slow?â you said softly, taking your hand off his length to hold his forearm.
âOf course, baby.â Toji nodded and pulled out a bit before slowly pushing himself back in. He watched your expression clench up, having difficulty in taking his length; he tried a few more practice thrusts before realizing your body was tense and making it difficult for you to fully let him move without hurting you. âBaby, relax.â he sat up onto his haunches and pulled you closer to him. Your legs were placed over his shoulders as he pressed your body into a mating press, forcing your body to relax in surprise of all of his cock sinking into your tight cunt making him groan.
âOh jesus, youâre so fucking tight, baby - haha, god, youâre all mine, god you feel so good.â he praised, head coming to tuck into your neck. He pressed small kisses to your skin while he groaned.
âMm daddy, please,â your legs tensed when his cock twitched slightly. There was hardly any room for him, his cock was pressed against your cervix, your squirming not helping to ease the cramped feeling.
âI gotchaâ, kid.â he pulled out and thrusted back in, this time you moaned and threw your head back against the fur pillows. You felt so fucking full. âFuck, daddy.â you cried, turning your head upwards to watch him to see his focused yet blissed expression.
âYeah, sweetie?â he chuckled, thrusting deeply inside you, his balls slapped your skin, the sound was damn near pornographic, the weight of his cock made you moan. âOh, that feels good, does my baby feel good?â he teased at your expression, drool trailing from your mouth.
You nodded enthusiastically and moved to hold him closer, your legs bending against his shoulders to press him further inside you. âDaddy - whine - daddy, please all the way inside.â you pleaded and Toji looked at you worriedly.
âOkay, sweetie, relax for me.â he readjusted your legs higher on his shoulders and sank all the way into you, two of you gasping when his balls met your folds. âJesus.â Toji shivered and pulled back to thrust into you again.
Toji continued to thrust into you, hitting your cervix and making you moan and clench around him, the heat and tightness of your pussy making him groan. He needed to get you to come. âCâmon sweetie, youâre so pretty for me, so. thrust. damn. Thrust. Good.â he brought a hand down to your clit and began to circle it gently, the rough pad of his finger bringing you closer.
âOh fuck, daddy!â you moaned, âDaddy, mâ gonna cum, mâ gonna cum.â you cried.
Toji groaned and leaned down to kiss you, âcum for me sweet girl, want daddy to fill you up? Give you a baby?â he smirked at your expression, fucked coompletely stupid.
âDaddy please, please fill me up.â you moaned, the need to be bred was making your head spin. Thoughts of being swollen with his child and carrying his baby for him made your knees weak.
âOkay, kid, daddyâs cumminâ câmon.â he said through clenched teeth, pressing your legs deeper against your chest causing you to cum. Your jaw dropped and you gasped, pulling yourself closer to Toji as you came.
Toji leaned into your hold, shivering as he bucked his hips into you, your gummy walls pulsed around him, milking his cock as cum painted your walls. He swore you were going to kill him. âGod, youâre all mine, kid, all fucking mine. He finished thrusting and pushed himself all the way into the hilt, assuring his seed took before pulling out and falling beside you.
You sat staring at the ceiling, looking for something to ground yourself with as your body shook. Eyes coming to focus on the iron chandelier you felt tears well up in your eyes and pour down your cheeks. Suddenly everything was too much and not enough, you needed more of him, you needed him to tell you everything was okay, to tell you he wasnât going to leave his multi-million dollar cabin after fucking you tiâll you were braindead, your mind scrambled to find some logical thought, grasping at the scariest one it could find until you could feel the anxiety rotting in your stomach.
Toji heard you sniffle and turned over to see you covering your face with your hands, chest heaving as tears ran down your cheeks. âBaby, baby, baby, whatâs wrong?â he moved to pull you into his arms, spooning you and grounding you with his weight. âAre you hurt, honey, whatâs going on?â he kissed the back of your head. Hsi touch made you cry harder, âcâmon, kid, talk to me.â he pleaded and brought his hand over your body to cup your face.
âPlease -â you choked, turning over to meet his eyes, âPlease donât leave me, donât - I canât, I wanât-â you were panicking, unable to get the words out as word vomit spilled form your swollen lips aimlessly.
Toji tried to make sense of your rambling, âshushingâ you and pulling you against his chest. âMâ not leaving a sweet thing.â he kissed the top of your head. âRemember how I told you I didnât want you hanging around those boys? Is that what this is about?â he pulled your head back from his chest to look at you, stroking your cheek gently.
You thought for a moment and considered that those scary stories Toji told you about the mean boys and their inability to be mature probably put you on edge. âMaybeâ you sniffled.
Toji chuckled lightly, âBaby, Iâm not gonna leave you.â he tucked you back against his chest before rolling over and letting you lay against him. âShh, sweetie, relax.â he cooed as he felt your back heave with heavy sniffles.
Trying to slow your breathing you snuggled against his body, relaxing to the touch of him running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. You turned to him as you felt your eyes get heavy, âToji?â you sniffled.
âYeah, kid?â he asked, eyes closed yet his hand continued to run up and down your skin.
âThankyou.â you said softly.
Toji peaked one eye open, âCâmere.â he brought his arm up to make room for you, letting you lay down next to him before wrapping you in his hold under the heavy fur blanket. âYouâre a good kid y/n.â he kissed your forehead.
You hummed to yourself, relaxing into his hold and falling asleep to the sound of his heart.
The next morning Toji sent you to shower, letting you have your own privacy as you scrubbed the blood from between your thighs and watched the clear water that ran over the pearly white tiles turn a pink hue.
Once you were finished and dressed yourself in a pair of pjâs, you made your way downstairs, lured into the kitchen by the smell of bacon and syrup much like the morning before. Toji was sitting at the bar with a coffee cup in his hand and his phone in the other.
Noticing you enter the room he motioned for you to come over to him, letting you stand between his legs as he sat on the stool. âHowâd you sleep, baby?â you stroked your head gently.
âMm, good.â you yawned and rubbed your eyes to which Toji pulled your hand away from your face again.
âHow many times I gotta tell you to stop doingâ that shit with your eyes?â You smiled sheepishly before wrapping your arms around him in a hug to which he returned, resting his chin atop your head.
âForever.â you joked and Toji laughed, you smiled as you felt it vibrate through his body.
âBreakfast is ready.â Tsumiki said through a smile and placed two plates down at the bar, one for you and one for Toji before going back to make her own plate.
âCâmere, sweet thing.â Toji spread his legs and helped you up into his lap. Letting you rest against his chest as he brought your plate over next to his and began to feed you. It was a simple thing, the act of feeding someone you love, but it was a small act of domesticity that warms your heart. It made you and Tojiâs relationship seem years old, as he kissed your temple and took a bite of his own food you smiled to yourself.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Toji teased and flicked your forehead.
âYou.â you answered honestly, snuggling into him.
Toji smiled and placed a hand on your head before bringing another fork of food to your mouth, âYeah, Iâm thinkinâ about you too.â
Toji fed you another bite as Megumi made his way into the kitchen. You waved to him and smiled with a mouthful of food, Megumi chuckled at you, his shoulders bouncing.
He made his own plate and went to sit down with Tsumiki. The four of you ate in silence, save for snide comments made here and there by Toji or soft pet names he would whisper to you as you took another bite.
"Are we gonna go to the gondola today?" He pulled the string off his hoodie mindlessly and he munched on a piece of bacon.
Toji looked back at his son before turning to you and stroking the back of your head softly, "How's that sound, baby?"
You nodded your head and brought a hand up to cover your mouth, "sounds fun to me, I wanna see the mountains and play in the snow."
Toji smiled at your excitement and kissed your temple. The rest of the breakfast was filled with far more normalcy rather than tension, son and father making jokes while Tsumiki and you spoke about silly little things.
"You ready to go, kid?" Toji yelled from the bottom of the steps. He wore a black jacket made of PU leather and cotton fabric, snow pants, a pair of leather snow boots.
Bouncing down the steps in your moon boots you squealed happily, "Yes, I'm so excited!"
Toji chuckled and ruffled your hair once you made it to the bottom of the steps, "Careful, baby." He scolded lightly and you shook your head, removing his large hand from your hair.
"I wanna go!" You said gleefully and ran to the door and out into the icy air, Toji following behind, his bag in one hand and truck keys in the other.
You crouched down in the small amount of piled snow that had built up over night, grabbing a stick and poking at it happily as Toji started the F150 and placed his bags in the back.
Suddenly two hand grabbed your waist making you squeal and thrash around, "Toji!'' You giggled and he laughed, kissing your neck playfully. Toji carried you to the passanger seat of the truck and placed you in the seat, helping strap you in and then kissing your nose.
Toji made his way to the driver's seat and sat down, heated up the seats and started the engine before typing in the directions to the gondola. "You ready to go see some mountains, sweet cheeks?" He laid his hand out across the compartment signaling he wanted you to take his hand.
Placing your hand in his, you looped your fingers together and leaned forward to kiss him on his lips. "Yes!" You chirped and grabbed his phone to turn on some music.
Toji smiled at your music choice and rubbed the faux fur of your glove gently as he drove down the trail. He was happy.
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Laisse tomber les filles 3
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses
This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence wonât deter an unwanted suitor.
Note: Leeâs slowly creepinâ and I hope youâre ready for it.
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You slurped the last of your shake through the straw, the paper cup damp in your cold hands as the heater blew out hot air. The foamy dregs of the drink were overly sweet and made your cheeks twinge. Lee popped the lid off his cup and offered it and you slipped yours inside. He pulled the straw out and stacked the lids, squeezing both straws through and setting it on the seat beside him.
He stretched his arm over the leather, his hand just behind your head and you listened to the deep voice of the narrator recount the eerie words of HP Lovecraft. You fidgeted and looked at your watch. The sky was dark and the stars twinkled down ominously.
âUm,â you uttered, âI think... uhâŠâ
He looked at you and his hand hovered close to your shoulder, âwhat is it, honey?â
âI think I should get home,â you finished.
âOh, whyâs that? You donât got class tomorrow, do ya?â
âI donât but⊠well, Iâm tired,â you rubbed your neck and sat up so he couldnât touch you, âI had an early morning.â
âWell, of course,â he retracted his arm and straightened up, he pulled the car into gear and slowly pressed down on the gas, âyou should get to bed, little girl.â
You scowled at the venom in his last two words. Heâd been nice but he had no right to patronize you. You hated that most. People thought because you were quiet they could just treat you like you were dull.
âIâm not⊠not a little girl,â you eked out.
âAh, I didnât mean nothing by it,â he said as he pulled out of the lot, âyou are little though, ainât ya?â
You felt a peculiar heat creep up your neck and cheeks. You were short but youâd met a few people smaller than you. People came in all shapes and sizes. You didnât comment on his stomach or the wrinkles around his eyes. Yet, the humour in his voice kept you from rebuke.
âI guess, IâŠâ
âI donât mean it as an insult, you see?â he chuckled, âkinda cute you canât reach the floor.â
âMmm,â you inhaled and pursed your lips. You pulled the collar of your pea coat closed and wiggled your foot nervously.
âI see,â he said, âyou got your friends waitinâ on ya, huh? Yeah, young girl like you donât wanna be hanging around an old man all night.â
âI didnât say that,â you said.
âHey, Iâm not stupid, I was only beinâ nice,â he interrupted, âyou looked lonely and I⊠I got carried away.â
âIâm sorry, I didnâtâŠâ you scrambled as he passed by the college entrance, âI was⊠I donât know.â
âWell, youâre in such a hurry, honey, you canât wait to be away from me,â he ranted, âactinâ all sweet and shy but you just like the rest of them.â
âWhat?â you grimaced and watched the buildings pass by, âno, Iâm not. IâŠâ you felt guilty as if youâd done something wrong. All you wanted was to go home and lay down, but it felt like a personal affront. âI⊠lied.â
âWhat?â he asked as your voice fizzled.
âI lied, sir,â you confessed, âI donât have any friends. Not really, just⊠classmates.â
âNah, that canât be true,â he scoffed, âwho wouldnât wanna be friends with a pretty girl like you?â
âNo, no, please, I⊠Iâm sorry, I just want to go home, okay? Iâm tired,â you cupped your cheek and slumped in defeat.
He was quiet for a moment as he drove along. He turned along the line of residences and streetlights flashed over his profile as he stared at the road. He flipped into park as he stopped in front of your building and nodded.Â
âAlright, I believe you,â he said at last, âI donât wanna keep you up and I didnât mean to get so upset. It's just, well, I like being with you.â
âItâs fine, thank you⊠for everything. The milkshake was good.â
âNo, I mean it, itâs a pity no one else can see it,â he went on, âyouâre real smart and nice. You got a pretty smile too when you show it, too.â
âThank you,â you said quietly as you gripped the door handle, âthatâs very kind. I should go--â
âWait, wait,â he caught your arm, not tightly, but kept you from getting out as the door opened an inch, âcan I come back? Next week, weâll have another shake and listen to the show. Iâm really curious what happens.â
âI donât know, I⊠I have lots of work to do,â you looked at his large hand on your arm. He dropped it and wiped his palm on his brown pants.
âYou bring your homework, honey, you can study and listen, I donât mind,â he offered, âif you donât want a shake, we can get some burgers and fries. Have a nice dinner?â
You smushed your lips together and thought. He hadnât done anything bad enough to warrant that feeling in your gut. You were overthinking things just like you always did. Besides, he had to be almost fifty, he was just being friendly, he said it himself.Â
And what else did you have to do? You didnât have any friends and it was too late to start making them.
âI⊠okay,â you said softly, âmy book club ends at seven. Itâs over at Clover Hall.â
âIâll find you there then,â he smiled, ânow go on, before I keep you out any later.â
You got out and scooped out your bag with you. You closed the door and headed up the path without looking back. You got to the door and focused on unlocking it. Your hands were shaking and your mind was reeling. You always lamented being little more than a fly on the wall but it was completely overwhelming to be noticed.
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You clacked away on the keys of your typewriter. Your dorm room was small and stuffy as dry heat rose from the dingy old radiator. You could hear your roommates in the kitchen as they gabbed and laughed loudly. You were jealous yet too intimidated to try and ingratiate yourself. You always just ended up in the corner as everyone else had fun.
Your assignment was to write a review of a primary resource borrowed from your visit to the archive. You carefully looked over the laminated manuscript between sentences. Your small radio played in the background and you couldnât help but nod to the full tones of the jazzy music.
You were drawn from your entranced study by a knock at your door. It was unusual to be disturbed unless there were chores to dole out. You didnât have time to wipe up their messes again. You got up and went to the door and opened it an inch.
âHi,â you said meekly as Gina stood with a box in her hands.
âThis is for you,â she held out the package, âit was down at the residence office.â
âMe?â you let the door fall open and took the box, âI donâtâŠâ You looked it over but there was no address, only your name, âthank you.â
She left without another word and you nudged the door shut with your elbow as you turned. Your parents only sent you letters, they didnât like to pay the pricy postage for a whole package. You put the box down on your single bed and peeled back the brown tape. The flaps came open and you peeked inside curiously.
You took out the skirt, a yellow plaid piece shorter than anything youâd ever owned. It was the new style found on the cover of Vogue. You put it aside and reach for the blouse, a pure white thing with bell sleeves. Lastly, a pair of knee high heels to top off the mod look.
There was an envelope amid it all, the note inside short and scribbled.
âSaw this and thought of you, honey.â
You stared at the paper and folded it back up. It was a nice gesture but you couldnât wear that. You couldnât accept the gift either, it was too much. Every garment you owned was second-hand and youâd seen the prices of these clothes in the magazines.Â
And, you wondered as you packed the box and shoved it against the wall, why would the sheriff buy you all that? His friendliness made you uneasy. It was suffocating and yet, you could find no fault in someone being too generous.Â
You realised too, how little you knew about him. What if he had wife or even a family? What if he didnât? What if he was only doing it to fill in some gap in his life? Maybe he was playing out some father-daughter relationship he never had.
Well, you could ask him next time you saw him. Or try to.
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note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/
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the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesnât fit the stereotype heâs been assigned at all
starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing
the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization heâs ever been a part of
the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending⊠anyways so thatâs how you meet porco
he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieckâs friend, are in desperate need of an internship
so youâre complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a âpockâ
so you do just that, walking in and asking for âpockâ and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it
but he doesnât want to correct you, especially since youâre being so sweet and he can tell you need some help
so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out
i have a feeling porco doesnât wanna be too forward, and he thinks heâs being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious
and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or heâs just being friendly since youâre close with pieck
finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for
you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time
"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."
leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since
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oh boy
conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra âcâs get degreesâ
but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history
rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person
thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend
this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption âwould you date this man? serious inquiries onlyâ
creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options
however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying
she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth
âwell, iâd love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?â
yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger
itâs one of those funny stories that people donât believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think itâs perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it
bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)
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zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs
he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus
he really believes that heâs gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer
but no, he doesnât want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days
he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but itâs the smaller, upper-level psych class heâs teaching when he meets you for the first time
zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasnât expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldnât peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.
but he soon realizes that he didnât have you as figured out as he thought he did.
you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons
this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and itâs zeke rather than professor yeager, youâve had just about enough
he knows heâs fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you
heâs especially fucked when he realizes heâs looking forward to practice just because thereâs a chance youâll stop by on your way to your next class
you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before itâs due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink
âyou submitted your paper pretty early, you know.â
âi know. i also know that it means iâm not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, nowâs the time.â
no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.
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mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- sheâs torn between criminal justice or history like armin.
she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.
so you donât really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that sheâs not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.
she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.
sheâs sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldnât you
numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why sheâs so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.
you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation youâre having with mikasa
until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is
youâre both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway
âiâm gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if thatâs what all the classes are like.â
âwell, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.â
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true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but thatâs also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study
reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for
youâre a tutor, and honestly, youâd say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and sheâs asking for explanations that you just donât have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time sheâs there
long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. youâre stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.
anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she wonât be back next week, right?
wrong.
miss leonhart doesnât know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again
you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know youâre not helping either of you with this
but also you really donât want her to stop coming because you donât have any other ways to see her outside of class
both of you reach your witâs end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner
she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly
âunless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.â
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dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes
weâre talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well
youâre just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and youâve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoĂ«, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way youâre used to
youâve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between
what you werenât expecting was⊠so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didnât have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that muchâa lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab
youâre wondering why itâs so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable
and then you realize youâre spilling your guts to someone who probably doesnât even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome
so youâre apologizing right after youâve finished, when youâre met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder
itâs so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know itâs wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here
you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but itâs not long until youâre onto the next rotation and the next labâs work is even closer to the stuff you love
you hate the way you feel, that youâre not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about themâand that you didnât even get to experience hangeâs energy because she was always listening and helping you out
itâs not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you
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last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health
absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all
you donât even realize that the pretty, studious girl youâre seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class
pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together
you canât help but be disappointed that pieck doesnât see you in that way, because youâve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasnât meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have
it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up
once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about
itâs not the usual scene youâre comfortable with, but whatâs wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?
wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down
drunk confessions of love arenât usually the way to go, but you canât help but reveal everything youâve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state
you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last nightâs shenanigans, but youâre in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off
pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you
âso.. about last night..â
âiâm so sorry, did i throw up on you?â
âno, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think iâm in love with you too.â
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3 am, it was three oâclock in the morning and you woke up to the sound of your phone going off. Who the hell would be up at this hour, especially since there was a lecture everyone had to attend in four hours.
You took a glance at your screen, slowly adjusting to the brightness, you allow yourself to wake up, you check your messages, and realize Gojo has been texting you nonstopÂ
âSeriously, what the hell is wrong with this guy its three am..â you whisper to yourself trying not to wake up Utahime
âWho would ever wanna fuck you anyway?âÂ
Sheesh.Â
Am I that un-fuckable? You walked over to the bathrooms and gave yourself a long and judgmental stare. âShit, I am un-fuckable arenât I?âÂ
Before you let your insecurities get the best of you, you decided that itâd be best to catch some sleep and worry about your appearance later. Itâs not that your body was ugly, or that your face was ugly, it was definitely how you dressed.Â
The way you dressed practically presented to everyone what type of vibes you give off, and as of right now you gave off pretty much âHi, my name is L/N Y/N and I still shop at the kids' section from target.â and that is NOT the impression you wanted others to have when glancing towards you.Â
You sighed, âThat fucking man whore really did a number on my self-esteem.â You rolled over and checked the alarm clock placed on the nightstand that was sandwiched into yours and Utahimeâs bed. 5:38 amÂ
âMaybe I should go shopping after the lecture.â you rolled off your bed and decided to get an early start. After finishing up you left the girls dormitory.Â
6:45 am
Coffee?Â
Coffee.
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You hurried to the coffee shop that was a floor below your first lecture, luckily there werenât that many people waiting in line, after what felt like two minutes it was finally your turn to order.
âHi welcome, what may I get you?â The barista said,Â
âHi good morning, may I get an iced caramel macchiato?âÂ
âOf course, thatâll be 5.47!âł
You dug in your bag to find your wallet and before the lady could take your card a hand placed itself over your own âI got it, add a white mocha to it will yaâ make it for Y/N Gojo, thanks.â That voice belonged to none other than the pest you dealt with yesterday. âGâmorinâ Y/N.â he smiled as he slung his arm around you leading you outside the small coffee shop.Â
âMmm, so about yesterday.. Iâll forgive you if you let me take you out on a date? How âbout it?âÂ
No. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this guy?
âHuh? I didnât apologize.â You feel yourself leaning on the pillar that stood outside the coffee shop.Â
Gojo scoffed, âThatâs exactly why, you wonât have to if you let me take you on a date. Think about it Y/N.â he leaned closer resting his forearm on the same pillar you were leaning against right above your head. He was practically towering over you.
âAnd if i donât want to apologize?â He scoffed once more and held your chin, forcing you to lookup. His touch was cold, almost concerning really.. itâs probably from some sort of std.
âY/N Gojo your coffee is ready! Y/N Gojo!âÂ
Gojo stepped away to grab both cups of coffee, he handed you yours and walked alongside you. âYou know Y/N, so many girls would kill to go on a date with me, youâre really missing out.â there he goes flashing that cheekily smile around again.Â
âGuess Iâm not like the fuckable bimbos you go after then.âÂ
âYou know you could be if you wanted to,â he walked in front of you, turning on his heels so he was now facing you as he continued to walk backwards. âAll you have to do is give me a call.â he pulled his sunglasses down and gave you a wink.
Cheeky bastard.
You shoved the iced coffee into the core of his stomach signaling that you wouldnât be swooned so easily by his escapades, you held out your arm until he realized you were giving the coffee back. His fingertips grazed over your hand and you flinched at the subtle contact. Before Gojo had the chance to call you out you were submerged into the crowd.
âY/N stop being so difficult.âÂ
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6:58 am, you made it on time for your first early morning lecture and sat in the fourth row. As you began to pull your stuff out more and more people started filling up the seats. You were beginning to regret returning the coffee Gojo had bought for you due to the lack of sleep.
âY/N donât run off like that, I almost lost you in the crowd.â You turned your head and there he was, sitting right next to you while wearing that stupid grin âSorry some of it spilled out, but itâs still perfectly fine.â he admitted as he slid the iced coffee towards you. You looked away, you thought Gojo would finally get the hint to leave you alone and yet he just kept going on Until..
âGood morning Satoru!â a girl smiled as she sat down in the row in front of us âWhy do you have two coffees?â
He cocked a smile âGood morning Yuri,â he greeted before he took your coffee and handed it in her direction, âEhh, they gave me an extra drink. But I wouldnât mind giving it to you.âÂ
You turned your head to watch the scene play out, that bastard and his cheap tricks. âThat was supposed to be my coffeeâ is what you wanted to say, but you knew itâd be best not to get tangled in Gojoâs business. You turned away looking for a new seat. You packed your things and headed towards the back of the lecture hall.
The girls face lit up in excitement âOf cour-â
âKidding, this is Y/Nâs.â but before Gojo could turn his head back to you to flash that idiotic smile of his you were nowhere to be found.Â
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The lecture was finally over and just as you were finishing up your notes a figure appeared. âY/N itâs rude to leave without saying anything.â He slid your cup of coffee on the desk.
âThought you gave it to that girl.âÂ
âI bought it for you, not her.â he stated firmly, he grabbed your bag and walked towards the door, âAre you coming or not?â
âHuh, where are you and I going? And give me back my bag.âÂ
Satoru turned on his heels and leaned down to your height pressing his pointer finger on his lips. His crystal blue eyes met yours and you were at a loss of words, his eyes truly were beautiful and you almost let a compliment slip until you realized who those eyes belonged to.
âItâs a secret of course, and its âweâ Y/N, say âwhere are we goingâ, what good if there in having a parter if you arenât even acknowledging them correctly?âÂ
âYou arenât my partner, work alone.â you handed him the cup of coffee and seized your bag out of his arms. For the second time this week Gojo was now staring at your back as you walked away, your figure getting smaller and smaller each step you took before you were one with the crowd. Gojo stared down at the cup and noticed that you didnât take any sips of the caffeinated drink that he purposefully bought for you.Â
âWarm up to me soon will you?â he whispered to himself as he passed by a trashcan throwing the drink away.
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The next morning you found Gojo patiently waiting for your arrival, in his hands were two cups of coffee, it doesnât look like heâs noticed you so you take that advantage and walk behind a group of students going to their next class. As you were passing by desperately trying to avoid any form of contact with Gojo you unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation he was having over the phone. Unfortunately you werenât able to hear the other side of the line.
âAnother bet? Suguâ thatâs shittyâ He laughed  âNo, she already thinks Iâm an asshole and making a bet with you involving her would make things worse. Okay okay okay one month right? Okay bye.â
Fucking bastard. Who does he think he is, making a bet to see if he can fuck someone he called unfuckable.
â đâ
Just when you thought you were finally free from the virus known as Gojo, the chair next to you became occupied by the person you thought youâd be able to ignore.Â
âGâmorinâ Y/N!â he cheered gaining the attention of all the students that had the decency to come early âGot you some coffee, promise I wonât give it to anyone this time.âÂ
You ignored him and reviewed the notes you took yesterday, as class began the thought of Gojo sitting next to you slipped your mind until he moved his elbow with the intentions of hitting yours but knocked down the coffee he brought you onto your notes.Â
âWhoopsies.â He laughed it off and gave you his notes for you to copy off of
âGojo I canât read this.â
âYou donât have to be so picky Y/N, who else is gonna let you borrow their notes you donât have any friends.â
Asshole.
â đâ
The next morning Gojo showed up with two cups of coffee again and this time he brought a couple of napkins. He sat down next to you and placed the cup in front of you.Â
âDidnât you learn from last time?â you questioned as you slid the cup back to Gojo.
âWell maybe if you actually drank it I wouldnât have spilled it.â he pouted and pulled out a new notebook âHere, since I did ruin your old one.â
You opened the notebook and there was a drawing of a penis on each of the pages.
You took a deep breath and faced Gojo, it took almost everything out of you not to dump the coffee on this man whore again.Â
â đâ
As the next day came you expected Gojo to sit next to you but today he didnât, you finally got to pay attention and take proper notes without anything getting spilled on them. After class ended, you found yourself going to get bread from a bakery near your school, but as soon as you were about to pay a pair of cold hands reached over yours handing his card to the cashier instead of yours.Â
ââs okay I got it.â he said smiling as he slithered his hand around your shoulder. You slid his hand off and pulled him to the back of the bakery.
âWoah Woah Y/N we canât do it here there are people from our class watching!â He teased as he threw his hands in the air as a sign of defense.Â
âWhat do you want from me.âÂ
âWhat?â
You took a step forward, closing the little space you had between the two of you âWhat do youâ poking his chest with your pointer finger you inched closer âwant from me?â
Gojo leaned forward and whispered âBe my partner again Y/N.â Gojo felt you stepping away, furthering the distance you once closed. He pulled you into his chest and rocked himself, along with you following side to side due to his strong grip. One of his arms wrapped around your neck as the other slid down to the small of your back.Â
âWhatâs so bad about being my parter? Afraid Iâm gonna use you like the chick you saw me in the library with?â
âI donât want a man whore as my partner.â you huffed. Gojo flinched at the harsh words you used to describe him, nonetheless he still held you close, his cold hands grabbed your wrists guiding your arm to his back wrapping them around himself.Â
âWhat do I have to do to prove to you Iâm not a man whore?â he asked rubbing your back and pulling you closer to his chest. God how many layers of cologne does this man lather on himself.Â
âYou can start by getting off me.âÂ
âMmm.â he pulled you even closer to the point where you two had little to no space whatsoever between your two bodies. âOnly if you agree to take me back as you partner.âÂ
You sighed giving in âLet me think about it?â
âMâkay!â he said pulling you even closer before letting you go.
â đâ
You walked back to campus with Gojo, the walk was quiet and peaceful. The sound of cars passing by along with the birds chirping filled your ears and it was a much needed break after eating at the bakery with Gojo filling your thoughts with nonsense.Â
You and Gojo were on your way to the next lecture of the day until Gojo stopped walking.Â
âGojo?âÂ
âSorry Y/N I have to take a leak, can you please wait for me? I wanna be able to sit next to you in class.âÂ
You nodded and waited on a bench that was within a few feat of the bathrooms, moments later you heard footsteps approaching.
âHey that was fast, did you wash your hands?â You questioned finally looking up realizing it wasnât Gojo but the girl who Gojo offered your coffee to, Yuri. âOh.. Can I help you?âÂ
âIs Satoru really dating you?â She began to laugh and the two girls behind her joined after giving you a hard gaze.Â
âWhat no-â
âProbably one of his bets with Suguru. Like Satoru would ever wanna date you. What are you after? His money?â
âHuh no.â
âPlease, save the bullshit, how much did you sell yourself for Satoru to hold you in the bakery like that? Or did you force yourself on hi-â
Before she could continue the stinging sensation that was both on your hand and face shut her up. She held her hand up and you flinched waiting for the contact that her hand would soon make with your face, but instead when you opened your eyes Gojoâs hand had grabbed her wrist before the contact was ever made.Â
He shoved Yuriâs hand away and grabbed your hand dragging you to your next lecture.Â
â đâ
During the long boring lecture the only thing you were able to think about was everything that happened moments before class began. Losing yourself in your thoughts Gojo slid a piece of paper with the words:Â âare you okay :( ?â
You replied with:Â âYes. Iâm fine, thank you.â Gojo smiled to himself as he replayed the scene of him coming to your rescue, cocky bastard.
Ripping off a piece of paper from the corner of your notebook, you wrote down a few words and placed the folded piece of paper onto Gojoâs open palm.Â
âI guess, you can be my partner again.â
That day Gojo Satoru wore the smile that you gave to him proudly.
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A Sanctuary Heart | 3 | SR
summary / after her abusive husband lands her in the intensive care unit, y/n changes her identity and moves as far away as possible. upon starting her new life, she meets dr.spencer reid and his son, maddox, when she begins her job as a teacher. but can she keep herself safe and keep up the facade with spencer? can she be safe at all?
pairing / spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings / slowburn romance, fluff, angst, marriage, trauma, domestic violence/abuse, dad!spencer, wheelchair use, paralysis, injury, ptsd flashbacks, car accident/serious injury, bullying, mention of ableism, a singular mention of god.
important links / series masterlist + domestic violence resources
authors note / i absolutely adored writing this chapter, omg. we get more of spencer and maddox's backstory. and things start to get a little more exciting as the rest of the team makes their first appearance! thank you all for the great feedback so far, i'm so glad you're enjoying the series. also my tags are not working, so reblogs on this chapter would be insanely appreciated. Flashbacks are in italics!
Seeing the blood on your hand, Spencer instinctively reached out to grab your wrist gently. You snatched your hand back, bringing yourself up to your feet, wobbling. You grabbed your bag, wrapping your hand in your scarf that you had managed to take off in the cool October night.âIvy,â he said the moniker one more time and you felt your insides reel once more.
âIâm a liar, Dr. Reid, I wish you knew,â you thought to yourself, stumbling to search for your keys under the warm glow of the moon.
âI have to go. Thank you for dinner,â you contended, making your way out of the side gate. Spencer watched in confusion as you made your way out quickly. He figured he ought to chose his battles, not wanting to startle you by following after you.
Once you were safe inside your car, you sat in the driverâs seat, hands gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life. You felt a sharp combination of embarrassment and frustration. You wanted the flit of light that came from the possibility of new love. But instead, the one before had taken everything from you. Even now, all these miles and a new name away, he was pulling you away from those little flickers of brilliance and back into the darkness of yourself.
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2 years earlier.
âMaddox,â Spencer whispered, feeling his heavy eyelids open just slightly. He was disoriented, noticing that the once right-side-up roadway was now upside down instead. The loud blaring of the horn was constant. It sent a piercing sound into Spencerâs ears and head, which caused him to wince. âMaddox.â
Spencer tried to turn, but he couldnât move. Something had him pinned in the driverâs seat. He looked into the review mirror, which by grace alone wasnât entirely broken. Maddox was slumped in his car seat, blood trickling down onto his Toy Story tee shirt. Spencer let out a weak gasp, trying again with no avail to move.
Spencer noticed how cold it was. It had been snowing all night, and Spencer wasnât sure how long they had been where they are now. The snow had fallen through the shattered glass, tiny flakes gathering anywhere they could.
Using all of his strength, he turned his head to his wife. Her eyes were half shut, a trickle of crimson come from her mouth.
âBaby,â Spencer whispered. âAre you alright?â
She began to speak, but began to sputter, her lungs sounding flooded. Her hand curled and uncurled, and Spencer could barely reach it. He was able to hold onto her fingertips with his. They felt ice-cold like she was already three steps into Eternity. Spencer knew that type of frigid touch. He had come in content with it a million times, and the person on the other end was never living.
âD-donât talk, baby. Okay? The ambulance is coming. Do you hear them? Weâre going to be okay.â
Spencer could hear the medics somewhere far off in the distance. The repeated echo of the sirens sounded like a band of angels to him. Spencer Reid admittedly didnât believe in the Judeo-Christian God. He wasnât sure what he gave credence to, in fact. But at that moment, inverted in the shattered glass, surrounded by the labored breathing of his dying wife...he prayed.
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Spencer walked into the Bureau, adjusting the brown satchel on his shoulder. His brow looked furrowed as he sipped from his paper coffee cup. He couldnât stop thinking about the way you left, trying to profile what exactly had gone wrong between the Merlot and you rushing out of his backyard.
âPenny for your thoughts?,â Emily piqued as Spencer sat down, tossing his bag onto his desk. Spencer let out an exasperating sigh, taking another drink of his coffee.
âJust trying to figure someone out.â
âOh, oh, oh. Is this a lady someone?,â Derek queried, wiggling his eyebrows. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning onto Spencerâs desk with a sparkling grin.
âMaybe.â
Spencer felt himself smiling despite his best efforts. Emily opened her mouth in surprise, giving Derek a playful shove.
âI told you he would get back out there, Morgan!â
Spencer smiled. âYeah, sheâs sweet. I just...donât know if Iâm ready yet.â
That morning, Spencer had put on his wedding band. He still did it when he was scared, or nervous, or needing to feel close to her. He would feel the cool metal atop his finger and feel less alone. For a brief moment when the metallic touched his skin, he could pretend she was still here.
Derek gave Spencerâs shoulder a supportive squeeze.
âI hope you know me and Prentiss are just messing with you. We care about you, kid. We know these past two years have been hell for you. Just want you to be happy.â
âYeahâŠI appreciate that. I justâŠ,â Spencer paused, bringing his hands up as he spoke, as was so akin to him. His lip curled into the smallest smile. âSeeing this girl interact with Maddox. She...loves him for him..already?â
âMaddox is a great kid, Reid.â
âI know. I just donât want her to find out---â
Spencerâs sentence was cut off by Hotch appeared, letting everyone know they had a case and to meet for Round Table. Spencer quickly shot a text to Maddoxâs home health nurse, letting her know heâd need coverage for a few days.
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You sat in the front of your classroom, your eyes scanning from the test in front of you to the answer key. The students were working on a Social Studies project in small groups. Their task was to read a short story about colonial times and fill out a short worksheet. If they finished early they were permitted to color, which most of the children thoroughly enjoyed.
âMaddox canât use crayons,â you heard a small voice snicker. You raised your eyebrow, hoping it wasnât harmful, and rather just an observation.
You heard another child sling a slur at Maddox, who was sitting quietly with his aide, trying to ignore them. But as you looked up, you saw Maddoxâs tiny bottom lip begin to wobble. One of the children picked up a crayon and threw it at Maddox, hitting him in the shoulder.
âHe canât even feel that! My dad said thatâs why heâs in a wheelchair,â the bully jeered again, high-fiving his friend.
You stood up with a loud squeak of your chair against the linoleum floor.
âYou two. Principals office. Now.â
The rest of the class erupted in a chorus of childish âoooâs. You clapped your hands together - your universal signal to quiet down.
âI did not ask for comments from the audience,â you scolded. The children settled down, going back to their work, whispering amongst one another.
âMaddox, come talk to me in the hallway,â you offered. Tears were rolling down Maddoxâs cheeks. His aide reached over with a tissue to wipe them, but he turned his face away, one of the only ways he could physically set a boundary.
Maddoxâs aide helped him into the hallway and then left the two of you alone. You sat down on one of the small, metal benches in the hallway. At this angle, you were about Maddoxâs height. He was blubbering, trying to take deep breaths as more tears came. You pulled a small, clean, cloth handkerchief from your pocket. He let you dab his cheeks, giving him a gentle click of the tongue.
âBuddy, do you want to talk about it?â
âT-theyâre so m..m..mean to me,â he whimpered, closing his eyes as more tears fell. âAnd, and, and I canât play with them even, thatâs why. I canât do anything!â
You nodded empathetically, gently catching more of Maddoxâs tears.
âI hate school! My daddy wants me to like school. Itâs all he talks about. I hate him!â
âMaddox,â you softly redirected. âThatâs not very nice. You donât hate your dad.â
Maddox looked a deep breath. You smiled, knowing Spencer must have taught him to do that when he was upset.
âYouâre right. But Iâm sad, and I wanna go home.â
You sighed, reaching up to blot the little bit of redness still present on Maddoxâs cheeks. You adjusted his glasses, moving some of his curly brown hair from underneath the metal.
âJust a few more hours, okay? We have library at the end of the day.â
Maddoxâs face lit up, his apple cheeks glowing beneath the rims of his glasses. âLibrary!â
âYes, and just for this week, you can take home two books.â
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Spencer felt distracted the entire flight to Vermont. He knew he was going to be far away for a while, and that Maddox wouldnât know until he got out of school for the day. The agent detested when he had to leave without Maddox knowing in advance, but it was usually impossible given the nature of things. Thankfully, Reid had a good setup of support through healthcare and respite so Maddox never went without someone to care for him.
Then, there was you. He couldnât stop thinking about your reaction. He had seen it before in abuse victims. The way you flinched when he moved too fast, the apologizing like your life depended on it, even the way you looked at him with pleading eyes, desperate to avoid a blow. He bridged his fingers together, thinking to himself for a moment.
With that, he stood up, making his way to the back of the plane. He unlocked his phone while he chewed his fingernail with his free hand. Before he knew it, he was calling Garcia.
âPenelope. Hey, I need a favor. A personal one. If you could keep it between us, that would be great.â
âAnything for you, my precious string bean.â
Spencer laughed. âI need you to get all the information you can on someone. Ivy Porter.â
âIvy Porter. Thatâs like a movie star name. What did she do?â
âUm..nothing, I donât think. Just call me when youâve got something, and email me everything you find.â
âYou got it. Every in and out of Ms. Ivy Porter coming to you soon. Be safe. Talk soon.â
With that, Penelope clicked off of the call. Spencer sat back down, anxiously waiting for whatever information Penelope could find about you.
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college advice from your bestie girl! because a few of yâall asked.
1. donât go into your dorm expecting to be absolute besties with your roommate. while yes, itâs good to expect to be friends, youâre most likely going to set your hopes too high if you expect to be best friends who spend every moment together. but obviously this shouldnât hinder forming a good relationship with your roommate and setting the boundaries you need! but it is okay if youâre just civil and talk occasionally, but donât hang out all the time! iâve gone through like..6 total roommates and iâve experienced not talking to them at all, talking occasionally but never hanging out, becoming best friends with them and continuing to be best friends, and the situation where you love them a lot but you do not think you can spend time with them 24/7 because theyâre a lot. (SIDE NOTE: kinda late for this but also, donât become roommates with your best friend. branching out is much better for you! also you donât wanna accidentally start hating them!)
2. this may just be me LOL but iâm a big foodie and the things i eat are important to me! but with that..college food can be disgusting sometimes! but i think trying different foods is cool and fun! idk my social anxiety is a little bitch sometimes when it comes to ordering new things so itâs kind of hard for me to go out of my comfort zone and do that, so iâm challenging yâall to do that. try fun food!!
3. get to class early if you can. this is personal preference, but if possible i do enjoy getting there like 10 minutes early at least. some professors do attendance 5 minutes before the actual class starts so itâs good to be there a little early. but obviously doesnât apply if you only have 10 minutes between classes!
4. get outside of your comfort zone, but also establish your personal boundaries. school has many opportunities, whether itâs sororities, clubs, or going to frat parties every weekend. i think joining a sorority, whether itâs social or service, can be a pretty wonderful thing, but itâs okay if itâs not your thing! personally, if itâs not too expensive at your school i say try it out and worse case you drop. also like, these girlies want YOU so youâre a bad bitch! act that way! also let me know if yâall want a whole sorority related post, i promise most schools arenât like bama
5. gonna give parties itâs own lil bullet point. getting drunk? fun! very nice time! but you will not be going alone! you will be going with friends! you will be getting a ride there and back from someone who is sober! itâs good to not drink too much your first time going out..keep it to 1-2 drinks to learn your tolerance. i am a light weight and will get drunk drunk off 3-4 drinks𫶠and i personally do not like to be that drunk around frat boys even if iâm with friends! which, never leave your friend alone at a party! one of you is going to the bathroom means everyone is!!
6. avoid night classes. this depends on how you are as a person..but i prefer just having classes till 3-4pm at the very latest. if youâre able to choose the time for your classes (bc iâm not able to and thatâs how i end up with all 8amsđ€Ș) i think starting at 9:30 is good. try to work in a break for lunch (and a nap), but keep in mind that most peoples lunches are at 12-12:30, so if your break is at 11am or 1pm that might be easier for you. gonna add this in here for the topic of classes, but ratemyprofessor is a good website to look at, but donât take it as the bible! these reviews may come from people who donât like to do any work or just are mean people lol. some reviews are correct, but personally if itâs only professor available i would just deal with it and take them anyways.
7. bring suitcases to move in instead of boxes/totes! suitcases are so much easier because youâre not really holding them..only downside is waiting for the elevator. if you wanna be real fun, put all your clothes on hangers and then put them in a trash bag. much easier to hang up!
8. if your major allows it, take some fun electives! also, look into getting a minor because sometimes they only require 4 classes to get one.
9. my personal laundry preference was like..tuesday or wednesday around 3pm. avoid weekends at all costs unless itâs like 3am lol. also donât be the bitch who doesnât set a timer. idk about yâallâs schools, but our timers were always super off, usually in the way where itâs supposed to be done but thereâs 10 extra minutes left and then youâre like đ§ââïž in the room. some people swear by staying downstairs when their clothes are going and i personally havenât had a problem, but i recommend bringing your laundry basket/bag and detergent to your room bc people will steal it.
10. kinda similar to the laundry thing..but if youâre in community style living you will start to learn the best times to shower! my personal preference is at night..usually a bit less people.
but if yâall have anything else youâd like to mention let me know. this is random and i wrote most of it at 2am 2 weeks ago!
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That Donât Sound Like You | Brock Boeser
title and inspiration come from the Lee Brice song of the same name. I like country music, okay? takes place roughly September 2015-August 2019. all games and other teammates are accurate.
because @captainkreiderâ said âwhat if you write this for Brockâ and I immediately had to rethink my priorities on who I will and will not write for. and then this happened.Â
length: 4.7 wordsÂ
Girl, Iâm glad you called
You met Brock early in your freshman year at University of North Dakota. He was always surrounded by people, popular and charismatic, even as a slightly awkward 18-year-old, but it seemed like he could, and would, talk to anyone who would listen.
You found that out for yourself when he plopped down a couple seats from you in some 100 level English lecture before leaning across the empty desk between you to introduce himself.
âIâm Brock,â he said with a grin.
You took a moment to assess him. His blond hair was tucked beneath a backwards snapback, looking every bit like a douche college athlete, but his blue eyes were kind, and his smile seemed genuine. You shot him a quick smile of your own before turning back to your notes.
âIâm Y/N,â you offered. Brock was still watching you closely; you flipped the page of your notebook.
Any further conversation was cut short by your professor coming in, his typical five minutes late. It was already the third week of class, and Brock had never sat near you before, usually choosing to sit more near the back, but you buried your confusion in favor of focusing on the lecture.Â
Brock kept sitting next to you, though, would start a conversation with you most days. It was a week and a half before he asked for your phone number, another week before he actually texted you to complain about how he didnât understand an assigned reading. In the meantime, youâd learned that you hadnât grown up far from each other in Minnesotaâ just a couple towns away from each other outside Minneapolis, his favorite colorâ blue, but only one highly specific shade, and how heâd been drafted by the Canucks but was still trying out the whole college thing.
âSo,â Brock started one day in October. You hummed in response, not looking up from your notesâ you were trying to review for the test you had after this lecture was over. Brock nudged your elbow, but you still didnât look up at him. âHey. Y/N.â Brock was starting to whine now, so you glanced up at him. âSo, uh, we have our first home game this Saturday.â
You raised an eyebrow at Brock. He looked nervous, fidgeting with a hoodie string and chewing on his bottom lip. You poked him in the arm with your pen.Â
âGot something you wanna say, Boes?â
âWould you, yâknow?â
You rolled your eyes. âNo, Brock, I donât know. Spit it out.â
âDo you wanna come to the game?â he finally managed.
Now, UND took hockey as seriously as some colleges took football, and youâd spent more than one conversation with Brock discussing hockey, so he knew you liked it. Of course youâd be at the game on Saturday. But Brock wasnât asking if you were going as a hockey fan. He was asking if youâd come to see him play.
You grinned, and Brock ducked his head and refused to look at you. His cheeks looked a little pink. You poked him with your pen again, this time just below his ribs, and he squirmed and snatched the pen from your hand.Â
âYeah, Brock, Iâll be there,â you assured him.Â
He threw your pen at you.Â
Brock scored a hat trick in front of the sold-out crowd and swept you up in his arms outside the arena.
That became the new normal for you two. You went to every home game to watch as Brock tore up the league as one of the best freshmen anyone had ever seen. Heâd meet you outside the arena, and youâd end up at a diner with the rest of the team with Brockâs arm draped around your shoulder. The team accepted you into their fold easily enough, teasing and chirping you just as they would any other player. There was time spent alone with Brock, too, or as alone as you could get in a dorm building. It had started under the pretense of studying together, but over time, it usually ended under a pile of blankets and Greyâs Anatomy playing on one of your laptops.
Brock kissed you for the first time in early December, after the team swept the weekend against Denver. It was cold, and his breath brushed across your face in a white cloud when he leaned in, but his lips were warm against yours.Â
Not much changed after that, not really, except for the fact that Brock got much less shy about always wanting to be near you or touching you in some way, whether it was your knees pressed against each other beneath a table on a date, or a hand on your hip or linked with yours when you were hanging out with others.
He did trip over his own feet the first time he saw you wearing one of his hoodies, though.Â
You surprised Brock in Tampa in April for the Frozen Four finals, where he had the game winning goal, and three more assists to boot. You werenât sure you had ever seen him smile as big as when you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist after the game, Stretch and Drake and everyone else still screaming somewhere behind you.
Truck tires on a gravel road
Laughing at the world, blasting my radio
Cannonballs splashing in the water
Brock called you one afternoon in June, after life had settled down into the lazy days of summer.
âWhatâs up, babe?â you asked, absently throwing a tennis ball for your dog out in the yard.
Brock hesitated. âDo you still wanna come out to the lake with us?â
You had talked about it, a little, back when it was still ungodly cold in North Dakota, and Brock had mentioned that his family was going to try and rent a place on a lake for a week or two in July. It had seemed so far away then, as distant future as graduating or Brock heading off to Vancouver, which feels foolish now, with July creeping closer every day.
âYeah, of course,â you said.
The two of you talked about the future for the first time that week at Minnetonka, between bets of who could make the biggest splash, or turning up Brockâs playlists as loud as you could, yelling the words to country songs up to the clouds.
Brock wanted to stay at UND another year, use it to develop his game, but he whispered in the dark one night that he was scared of making it all the way to the NHL and not living up to expectations, no longer a bright star, but a supernova, left to fade into nothing.Â
You had dreams of your own, too. Graduating and getting a job in a big city, getting away from Minnesota and small towns where everyone knew everyone. California, maybe, or somewhere on the East Coast like D.C.
(Brock had made a face at you for that.)
You realized for the first time, too, that you just might be in love with Brock. You werenât sure what to do with that realization, though, just tucked your face a little tighter into Brockâs shoulder, tried not to think about what you would do if Brock ever asked you to follow him to Vancouver. You werenât sure you could give up your life plans for anyone.
July passed with days in the sun and nights near a bonfire, drowning in one of Brockâs hoodies as you sat in his lap under a blanket. You wished you could live in moments like those forever.
Sophomore year was different for both of you. You were busier with classes, and Brock was more focused on hockey than ever, determined not to let his freshman season be a fluke.Â
Not that anyone thought it would be.
Brock became an alternate captain. Continued to dominate on the ice, came back stronger after a couple of injuries. Brock Boeser was making a name for himself, and it was only a matter of time before everyone started paying attention.
The day after the team lost to Boston University in double overtime, the defending champs going out on their very first game of the tournament, Brock was home in Minnesota, signing an entry-level contract, and playing his first game as a Vancouver Canuck.
He had kissed you goodbye on Thursday before the team left for Fargo, with an âI love you,â murmured against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair, the promise of âsee you soonâ unspoken but understood between you.
But you sat on your couch and watched as Brock took to the ice for the team that believed in him against the team he grew up watching, you started to wonder just how soon that would be, and if youâd ever get your Brock back, or if youâd lost his love to the city of Vancouver.
Brock scored a goal that night. Youâd always known he would fit right in in Vancouver.Â
Brock broke up with you that summer. You had seen it coming, maybe since last July, when you realized that your lives were heading in different directions, but that didnât mean it hurt any less. You were supposed to go up to Minnetonka again, but you never made it that far before he was standing on your doorstep, hands shoved deep in your pockets.
Part of you wanted to insist that you could make the distance work, and maybe you could, maybe Brock thought it, too, but you couldnât think of the words.
âI love you,â you said instead.Â
You dropped a Target bag full of Brockâs things on his parentsâ front porch, hoodies and beanies and other things that were too hard to keep, before you headed back to UND for the fall.
You kept in touch some, congratulatory texts (you) or pictures of the weather (him). You received dozens of Snapchats during All-Star Weekend in 2018, especially of the adorable dog he ended up adoptingâ you had vetoed changing his name from Ciderâ but you were pretty sure he was sending them to everyone.
Until you got one simply captioned âwould be better with you here.â You stared at the pictureâ the view of Tampa outside his hotel room windowâ until the time ran out, and it disappeared. Then another came in, and you opened it quickly, unthinkingly. âNot quite like the last time we were in Tampa together tho.â
The only time youâd been to Tampa had been nearly two years before for the Frozen Four.
The picture disappeared again, and you didnât know how to respond. So you didnât.
You graduated a semester early and made plans to move to the East Coast and get a job, start your life for real. No one commented on how you were about as far away from Brock and Vancouver as you could get.
You were doing laundry at your parentsâ house, packing most of what you owned in your car to move, when you came across a green UND hockey T-shirt. It still smelled a little like Brock, even though it had been buried in your room for years. You spared half a thought to wonder if Brock ever even missed it before you throw it in the washing machine.Â
You were surprised, then, when you got a textâ a real one, too, not a Snapchat messageâ from Brock later that summer. You had never responded to those messages he had sent during the All-Star Game, and he had stopped sending things after a while. That had been over a year ago.Â
Brockâs message was simple, just a âhey, how have you been?â You wondered if he even knew you moved, and you were immediately suspicious of ulterior motives.Â
You left him on read for a couple of hours, before responding, and your message was short, curt. Your suspicions were proved right when he responded within half an hour.
âsoâ
âSome of the guys from UND are coming up north for a couple daysâ
âand theyâve been making some noise about seeing youâ
You sighed. You were too tired for playing games, talking coyly, pretending like you were anything more than a couple of exes, practically strangers at this point. You pressed the call button below Brockâs name, realized for the first time that youâd never removed the green heart emoji from his contact.Â
âY/N?â Brock sounded surprised, as if he hadnât been the one to text you first.
âWhy now, Brock?â you asked. Why do you still care, is what you didnât.
âStetch wonât shut up about wanting to see you, and some of the other guys picked up the chorus,â Brock said. He sounded as tired as you felt. It may have been years since you had last seen some of his teammates from UND, it certainly sounded like they havenât changed much.Â
You went quiet, chewing on your bottom lip. Brock rushed to fill the silence.
âYou donât have to come. I just- I donât know what I was thinking. I shouldnât have texted, Iâm sorry.â His voice faded slightly, like heâd pulled the phone away from his ear to hang up.
And, well, you were going to blame what you said next on the fact that it was well after midnight and that youâd been awake for too many consecutive hours.Â
âWhen is everyone coming up?â
Brock was silent, not even the sound of his breathing coming over the line. You checked to make sure he hadnât, in fact, ended the call.
âUh, second week of August,â he finally said.
âOkay.â
âOkay?â Brock echoed. You could picture the crease between his eyebrows.
âYeah, âokay.â Iâll think about it,â you said.Â
You didnât know why you said that.
You didnât know why you booked a flight to Minneapolis, or why you were actually looking forward to it. Even when Brock texted to warn you that some of his Canucks teammates would be there with the old faces from UND.Â
You didnât know what you were doing as you stood in the entryway of a lake house in Minnesota. Out on the deck, you could see some familiar faces, but you had never felt so out of place in your life.Â
This was a bad idea. No, it was a terrible idea. You werenât in college anymore. These werenât your friends, your people. They had all moved on with their lives, and so had you. A weekend on a lake in Minnesota would only bring back the memories and the regrets of years gone by.Â
You were just debating turning around and pretending that you had never even come when Brock stepped in and saw you standing there, looking like a fool. He looks surprised to see you. You take another step into the house.
âHey, Y/N!â The surprise is gone nearly as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with what looks like genuine happiness. âCâmon, everyoneâs outside.â
You follow silently, taking in Brockâs bare, tanned shoulders, the way his hair looks blonder from hours spent out on the lake. For a moment, youâre both 19 again.
Stetch yells when he sees you first, and then youâre being mobbed by hockey players. You only know a couple from UNDâ Stetch, Drake, and Josty, to startâ and the rest are from Vancouver, introductions blurring together in a mess of faces and nicknamesâ Tuna, Petey, and Chris, who had definitely been called Dad by at least three different people.
You finally manage to break away and head for a drink, but Brock follows you.
âIâm glad you came,â he says, and you believe him, look into his eyes, painfully earnest and real and blue like the reflection of the sky on the lake. You offer a weak smile in return, not sure if you can say the same, not yet. Brock steps closer and opens the lid of the cooler youâre standing next to. âJess says you ended up in D.C. after all. How is that? You happy?âÂ
His question catches you off-guard, and you hesitate, too long. âYeah,â you say finally. âYeah, itâs great.â Everything Iâve ever wanted, except youâre not there, is what you donât say. You wonder briefly if he can still see right through you.
Brockâs head is buried in the cooler as he digs through the ice, but you can still see the way his shoulders go up like they always do when heâs frowning. Thatâs a yes, then.Â
âWhatâs the difference between a White Claw and a Truly, anyway?â he muses instead of calling you out, before surfacing with one of each in his hands. He offers them both to you, and you take the Trulyâ wild berry, your favorite, not that Brock would have any reason to know thatâ and leave him the White Claw. He cracks it open and takes a long drink. You tear your eyes away from the line of his throat as he swallows.
âBoyfriend couldnât make it?â Brock asks pointedly. Damn, he still follows you on Instagram.
You take a drink yourself instead of answering right away. âCouldnât get off work,â you say. Which isnât a lie, not really, but you hadnât even asked, just told him you would be visiting home for the week. You didnât think heâd love the idea of spending a weekend with a bunch of hockey players, especially when the one whoâd invited you happened to be your ex-boyfriend.
Brock just blinks at you for a moment. âWell, Iâm glad you could make it,â he says again, just as honest as before.Â
When the next person asks if youâre happy in D.C., youâre not quite as off-guard, and you manage to smile when you answer this time. Brock is watching you from across the deck, though, and you wonder if the smile looked as fake as it felt to everyone else, or if it was just Brock.Â
Youâre arguing with Josty about something ridiculous, when Emma, Troyâs girlfriend, sees you for the first time.Â
âOh my God, you cut your hair! Itâs so cute!â she said before wrapping you up in a hug.
When she lets you go, you sweep your hair over one shoulder, an old habit from when it hung halfway down your back; it barely brushed your shoulders now.
âThought it was time for a change,â you say, âand my boyfriend really likes it this way.â
Next to you, Tyson frowns and mumbles something about finding Brock. You and Emma both watch him go, a little confused.
I know itâs been a while, I donât mean to pry
But when I asked you if youâre happy, I didnât hear a smile,Â
and that donât sound like you
Youâre sitting on the dock with your feet in the water that night when Brock settles next to you. Up at the house, everyone is either asleep or on their way to it. Youâre both quiet for a moment, just the sound of crickets and the water lapping against the dock.Â
âI wasnât sure youâd actually come,â Brock says lowly.Â
You breathe out a laugh. âI wasnât either, not until I was actually here,â you admit.Â
âWhy did you come?â
âWhy did you invite me?â you counter. It was the thing that kept bothering you about all this. Why had Brock decided to reach out now, after so long, after youâd moved on?
Brock sighs. âHadnât heard from you in a while.â Itâs almost defensive, the way he says it.Â
âNot like you tried very hard to catch up ever,â you say, and itâs mean, because you had stopped responding first, but you hadnât known what else to do, how else to handle the heartbreak you had to relive with every text.Â
âYou fucking stopped talking to me!â Brock says, and, yeah, you deserve that, deserve the anger in his voice. You donât expect to hear sadness, too, but you do.Â
âWhat else was I supposed to do, Brock? Keep torturing myself with every text I sent?â You canât bring yourself to be mad. You tilt your chin to look up at the stars instead, pretend you canât feel Brockâs eyes on you. The stars are so much brighter out here, back home. âYou were off chasing your dream, so it was time I went after mine.â
Thereâs silence for a moment. Then, âWhyâd you come here, Y/N?â
âI donât know. One last hurrah for when we were all in college? For freshman year when the future seemed so bright? For when I still thought having a good job in a good city with a guy who loves me would make me happy, but sometimes I feel like Iâm in the wrong city with the wrong guy?â
You get up before Brock can answer and leave him sitting on the dock in the dark.Â
Morning comes, and youâre not sure the conversation with Brock even happened, except for the fact that Brock is alternating between watching you intently and refusing to make eye contact. Chris makes everyone breakfast, and you now understand why everyone was calling him Dad. You settle next to Troy, lean your head on his shoulder.Â
âDid I somehow do something to make Petey not like me?â you ask, watching him talk quietly to Brock at the other end of the table.Â
âNah,â Stetch says, taking a bite of bacon. âHis English still isnât great, and his default resting face makes it look like he hates everyone.â He pauses, takes another bite. âWell, and the fact that you broke our boy Brockâs heart. Heâs sensitive, donât ya know?â His tone is light, teasing, but his words make you freeze.
You gasp, too loud for the morning air. A couple people glance over at you, but youâre turning to Stetch, who at least looks like he realizes his mistake.
âBrock broke up with me,â you hiss.
Troy barely glances down the table at Brock, but you still catch it. For a split second, you consider just getting up and leaving, but settle for glaring at Brock, who doesnât look up. His cheeks still flush like he can feel your eyes on him.
âI no longer want to be a part of this conversation,â Stetch says, making a move to get up, but you grab his wrist. He winces but stays sitting. âLook, he came back for his rookie year and was always kinda quiet-â You scoff. â-but none of us asked any questions, and then after All-Star he said youâd stopped responding to his texts.â Stetch finishes with a shrug.Â
âI stopped answering because I was still in love with him and stuck in North Dakota after he broke up with me that summer, dumbass. What the hell else was I supposed to do after he told me he wished I were at the All-Star Game with him? I was never going to be able to follow Brock to Vancouver, and he made it pretty clear he never really wanted me to, anyway.â
You didnât realize that most of the conversations around the table had gone quiet until it was too late. Brock had gone pale. You had never wanted a confrontation, not here, but it was looking inevitable. Everyone else seemed to sense this, too, because soon the table was cleared, and it was just you and Brock.Â
âWhy do you stay if youâre not happy?â is what Brock says first.
âI- what?â
Brock smiles at you, but itâs sad. âDo you think I canât tell?â
âI am happy,â you say, defensive. And you are, or you will be one day, once you can finally stop thinking about Brock, about all the what-ifs, the possibilities that are long gone. You were getting there, too, before you came back to Minnesota for this weekend and everything came crashing down around your ears. Still, maybe this is the closure you needed.
âOh yeah?â Brock says in return, and it's a taunt, really, mean in a way that heâs never been with you.
âSince when do you have any right to my happiness? What do you want me to say, Brock? That I always knew we were never meant to work out, but I fell in love with you anyway? That I went to D.C. and got everything I wanted, but once I had it, it didnât seem right anymore? They say you never forget your first love, and, dammit, itâs really hard when yours is living his dream and tearing it up in the NHL. Is that what you want to hear, Brock? That Iâll never really get over you, even as I fall in love again, resign myself to the fact that someone else is going to fall in love with you someday, and be everything for you I couldnât?â
Brock is frozen at the other end of the table. You want to jump in the lake, stay underwater until your lungs burn and your tears are hidden. You want to get in your rental car and drive, drive all the way to Minneapolis and keep going until youâre out of Minnesota and never look back. You want to kiss Brock, for old timeâs sake, and you never want to see his face again.Â
He still hasnât said anything, so you turn and go inside, past everyone pretending like they hadnât just been watching everything. Youâre throwing everything back in your bag when Brock stumbles up the stairs. You pause, cross your arms, and raise an eyebrow at him.Â
âShit, wait,â he pants.
You canât hold back the smirk. âArenât you supposed to be a professional athlete?â you say, almost without thinking.Â
Brock flips you off as he leans against the doorframe, but itâs half-hearted.Â
âYou canât just say shit like that and then fucking walk away,â he says, and it comes out more like a whine. âI just- I had no idea. Shouldâve probably, yeah, but-â he stops, collects his thoughts. âWhat did you mean when you said you could never follow me to Vancouver?â
âWould you even have asked,â you say, which isnât an answer at all.
âI donât know, you were always talking about all of your plans, and I never wanted to stop you. I didnât know if youâd ever want to follow me.â And, finally, for the first time in years, it seems like you two understand each other.
âOf course I did,â you say softly, and Brock looks up at you, surprised. âI just didnât know that then. And then I didnât think you wanted me, not when I was just some girl from college.â
âYou were never just some girl from college,â Brock says quickly. He rolls his eyes. âYou wanna know why I asked if you were happy? You cut your hair.â Brock sounds pained, and you remember all the times he would play with your hair while you cuddled on the couch or in bed. âSince when do you change something like that for a guy?â
âAnd I wouldnât have had to change for you? After Iâd graduated, if you wanted me to come to Vancouver for you?âÂ
Brockâs recoils, your words like a slap to the face, but itâs not as vindicating as you thought it would be. âItâs not just the hair. Itâs the way you talk, the way you smile. What happened to the girl I knew?â
And thatâs the problem. Youâre not the girl he knew, not anymore. Youâve both grown up, lived life a little more. You might still love Brock, but you love the Brock from North Dakota, not the one whoâs been in Vancouver for two years. You donât know that Brock, and maybe you could love him, but thatâs not for you to find out. Itâs not fair to anyone. It just took you coming out to the lake to realize that.Â
So you smile at Brock and say, âShe got her heart broken and left North Dakota behind.â But you follow Brock back downstairs, spend the day out on the water, feeling settled for the first time since you got there, maybe since you had last spoken to Brock way back in 2018.Â
That town, that job, that guy
You can leave them behind, girl, you know youâre better than that
The boys build a bonfire after dinner, as the sun sets over the lake, and someone breaks out the ingredients for sâmores.Â
âYâknow,â Brock says, resting his hand on your knee after youâve settled into a chair. His hand is warm through the blanket draped over your lap. âFor what itâs worth, there would always be a place for you in Vancouver.âÂ
Maybe there would be, but you werenât sure that that place was somewhere you belonged. You donât say that, though, just settle your feet in Brockâs lap and take the marshmallow thatâs being offered to you.Â
Thereâs a life waiting for you on the other side of the continent, and it just might be the one you were always meant to have.Â
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Weightless
Nothing Personal
Pairing: Javier peña x reader
Warnings: set last name, cursing, mentions of sex and death. Masterbation, night mares.
Summery: he embassy calls in a new agent to assist agents Peña and Murphy
Authors note: Iâm back and Iâm going to try and start a series! Based on the album Nothing Personal by All Time Low. This would be chapter one.
Word count: 3.4K
Manage me, Iâm a mess
âAgent (y/n) Carterâ the ambassador said as she gave them the files âshe will be joining, this is everything you need to know in her and she will be here later today.
Javier nodded as he picked up the file âof course, madam ambassadorâ he stood with a crooked grin and looked her over âand may I say, you look amazing in pinkâ he said softly and kindly. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.
âKeep dreaming Peñaâ she shook her head and let them leave to review the file.
Turn a page, Iâm a book half unread
âAgent Carter â Javier handed Steve the file. â âDEAâs finestââ he mocked and lit up his cigarette as he set back. Letting the smoke fill his lungs as he took a long drag of his Colombian cigarette. He watched Steve waiting for his opinion.
Steve only chuckled and set the papers down âI went to academy with her...â he said, javiers eyes lit up before he shook his head
âI didnât mean-â
âWe arenât friends it okayâ Steve chuckled.
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because
âOh- okay... okay...â pena leaned back again as the smoke clouded the humid air around them.
âShe was always an overachiever, no one really liked her in my classâ he chuckled and put the file away. âWay to smart to be choosing dea, but there she was. Didnt talk to anyone, didnât let anyone talk to her.â He shrugged âIâd be surprised if she talked to usâ
I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough
âSo beware shes a bitch?â Javier chuckled and put his cigarette out
âYepâ Steve got up and grabbed his empty coffee cup. âWant a coffee?â
âNot from here...â he shook his head and got up.
âYou know back home I always chose Colombian brew coffee, and now Iâm in colombia and I donât see why I thought it was goodâ Steve chuckled as they walked together to get a drink at the coffee place across the street.
âIâve spend out money on more valuable things then coffee machines that arenât from the 60s and beans that arenât 2 years oldâ Javier joked and shook his head as they strutted the halls. They were such a duo, splitting them into a trio is a sin, but theyâd have to get used to it.
Well Iâm stuck in this fucking rut
Meanwhile back in LAX (y/n)âs brother tried to convince her it wasnât worth it. âColombia is dangerous right now, you could get killed- or- or worse!â Thomas said following her.
âWhatâs worse then dying?â She watched him with a bit of a cocky grin.
âYou could end up like- like Kikiâ he said without thinking before she grabbed her brothers collar roughly.
âYou donât say a damn word about Kiki... plusâ she let him go and wiped her Dainty hand on her white button up. âAfter what the US did to the Sinaloa I think Iâm safe from thatâ she sighed and kept walking.
â(Y/n) listen- please... I canât loose my sister, not to- Pablo Escobarâ he grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at him with upset eyes. âYouâre all I have left...â he whispered
Waiting on a second-Hand pick-me-up
It was true, she was all he had left, dad was away over seas and mom was gone. Their oldest brother died years ago, it was just her and Thomas. But they were both adults now, she could do what she wanted, and she had been. But now she was a little worried for Thomas.
âIâll call, and Iâll visit when I can, just go home Thomas... Iâll be okayâ she said looking at him, before the warning for her flight went off, 10 minutes now. âI love you, I have to goâ she hugged her younger brother before she left.
Iâm getting over getting older
(Y/n) looked over her files on the plane, she knew it was a matter of time before escobar knew who she was so she didnât hide it. She didnât care, she knew he was almost untouchable. Almost.
(Y/n) had been all over for the DEA, her most frequented place however was Mexico. She worked in Mexico for a long time, she was young and stupid and she kinda thought it was the DEAâs way of getting rid of waste, expecting her to die at the hands of the Sinaloa. However she returned very much alive, and very much tearing open at the seems. She still has nightmares of her time there, but she didnât care, she had to keep going, for him.
If I could just find the time
Javier set up the stuff in the meeting room before he made his way home for the night. His little two bit apartment given to him by the Embassy. It was nice, he knew that, but it always felt cold and empty, thatâs why he filled it with girls, smoke, alcohol smells. It was like a fucking bar. He tried to not bring work home with him but he couldnât help it most nights, things either bothered him to much or had to be done sooner then later. Some days he wanted to feel weightless, and those days he could escape the heavy burden of people lives depending on him. The ones he couldnât save, or the ones heâs trying to save. He was trying so hard, but he couldnât escape.
He needed air, thatâs what it was. Right now when he felt his chest collapse on him, he needed aid, real air. So he was quick to make his way out the door and to the front steps of the apartment building, he almost didnât see her. The (h/c) girl standing there at the steps with her bags. He almost took her out, but he stopped in time.
âIâm- im sorry uh- can I help you?â He asked clearing his throat as he looked at her. She pulled her hood off and looked up at him holding her bags close to her
Then I would never let another day go by
âThis is the embassy apartments right?â She asked with a soft shivering smile. He was quick to answer, maybe to quick.
âYea! Yea this is- this is them yea... youâre-â he started but she cut him off.
â(Y/n) Carter, yes- hi- um- sorry I didnât mean to cut you off Iâm just tired and cold and really want to get inside. He nodded understanding, completely forgotting why he came out here as he looked into her eyes, illuminated by the yellow street lights behind him.
âIâll show you to your apartmentâ he smiled and took her in, she was just across the hall from him. Her apartment identical in most ways, however her kitchen was bigger and so was her bathroom.
Iâm over getting old
âThank you, you must be Agent Peñaâ she smiled as he got the key from the leafy palm in the corner, unlocking her door for her.
âThat I amâ he smiled and helped with her bags. If he was going to be stuck with her he wanted to be nice. He didnât want another agent, him and Steve were doing just on their own, but the embasssy expected things to be done instantly, but they are putting to many cooks in the kitchen.
âThank you for helping, you didnât need toâ she smiled and set her bags down on the bed and looked at him.
âOf courseâ he smiled and set her things down with the rest. âSo, weâre you invited or did you request to be transferredâ
Maybe itâs not my weekend
(Y/n) looked at him and pushed hair behind her ears and shook her head. âI requested it actually, I requested it months ago really but-â
âWhy would you want to be here? You know whatâs happening-â
âThatâs exactly why I want to be hereâ she stood straighter and looked at him. âYou need all the help you can get it seems- and I understand if you donât want me here because Iâm a womenâ
âNo! No no- no that isnât it I promiseâ he said feeling a bit of his earlier panic come back, but it was only a little. âI donât care youâre a women Iâve seen your file youâve done amazing things but we were doing just fine without you...â Javier said looking at her, his hand up in defense.
âThen why did the embassy want me here ASAP?â She asked crossing her arms.
âBecause they think we are stupid or something... they expect things done instantly and itâs impossible.â He explained. She nodded and sighed
âI understand that feeling. But Iâm here to help... I promiseâ she looked at him as the moon light filtered threw her window
But itâs gonna be my year
He nodded and sighed âIâll just let you get some sleep, Iâll see you at the officeâ he walked out of her room, giving her one last look as he smiled âgoodnight Agent Carterâ he walked out to his apartment again.
(Y/n) sighed and unpacked all she could tonight and took a few melatonin and went to sleep, trying to get on the schedule.
It wasnât hard for her to get up in the morning, making her own coffee and getting ready early. She wanted to be there before them so she could go over things and get caught up. So getting ready quickly she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail and made her way to the office. She was always on time or early, wanting to get ahead of things or finish work so she didnât have to bring things home.
Iâm so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere
Javier however, couldnt manage to get himself out of sleep. Stuck in a long nightmare that has his body aching and sweating to wake up but he was stuck there, in that spot in the sticky cotton sheets. He tossed and turned but al he could see was the blood, every scene heâd been to, it took a toll on him. He couldnât help it anymore, couldnât hold them back, couldnât stay up and drink a shit ton of coffee and just keep going.
He was hurting himself even more trying to ignore it. He was lost in a sea of sound, until finally he woke up, alone and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
âFuck....â he shook his head and got out of bed, throwing his things in the wash before he got in the shower. He felt so exhausted from sleeping, thatâs not right. He hated this constant feeling, it was so much. He couldnât even escape at home. Seemed the only time he felt fine was when he was baring himself inside a women of the night and telling her how perfect she was, only to wake up alone and try to relive that moment in the shower by himself.
This is my reaction to everything I fear
It was no secret, Javier Peña was a ladies man. To get in the head of the cartel he slept with the same women as the cartel, did it work? Yes occasionally. But it wasnât that anymore, it wasnât just work, it was a form of escape now. Was he a sex addict? Yes, most definitely. Did he care? No, because it was release in more ways then one and thatâs all he wanted.
He did have a talent tho, remembering every name, every face. Every women. He was a talented man. But right now that didnât matter, what mattered to him in this moment was making himself feel weightless as hot water ran down his body. He was alone last night, after showing (y/n) her apartment he went home and to bed. So he had nothing to relieve, no face to see when he closed his eyes. Oh... how he was wrong.
Cause Iâve been going crazy, I donât wanna waste another minute here
There she was, the beauty he met last night. (Y/n) carter. Why was she what he thought about right now? He just met her. She was his partner and heâd only see her face and hands, thatâs not even enough for a weirdo to get off. But it was enough for him to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and leaning his head back as he stroked himself.
His chest heaving and his eyes rolling back as he pumped his fat cock in his hand. Soft grunts escaped his mouth before the words left it â(y/n)... fuck...â he groaned.
He didnât even know the girl and he was getting off in his shower to her.
This could be all that Iâve waited for
He didnât know why he felt like this, but in his mind he had her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his tip as she took him down her little throat, just that image made him let out a loud moan. Soon his balls tightened and he was coming all over her face, and down the drain.
He shook his head as he opened his eyes and looked at the mess he made. Causing him to sigh heavily and clean up before he got dressed and ready, trying to get the idea out of his head. It was his first day with her, and he wanted to fuck her. Wow.
This could be everything I donât wanna dream anymore
When he got there she was already liking over things, remembering faces and writing in her notebook. She looked peaceful there, just staring at a cork-board of killers and drug lords. He could tell quickly this is her environment.
âHeyâ he said setting down his coffee and taking off his brown leather jacket. She turned with an other bright smiled and looked at him, her smile lit of the room and made his chest feel tight, but not like his panic the night before, this was warm and different.
âHeyâ she said in her silk tone as she set her note book down. â I hope you donât mind Iâm taking my own notes.â
âNot at all, whatever makes you comfortableâ he smiled at her softly. At that moment Steve walked in with his own coffee and pen. He was way to quick to notice the look in javiers eyes, the interest he had in her.
âThanksâ she smiled before looking at Steve âSteve Murphy, wow... hiâ she smiled and shook his hand.
âHey Carter, itâs been awhileâ he chuckled and shook her hand
âItâs been more then awhileâ she smiled and looked up at him
Maybe itâs not my weekend, but itâs gonna be my year.
âWell itâs good to know we have a good agent on our teamâ he smiled. âSo what are you working onâ
âJust taking my own notes so I can memorize things faster and get caught upâ she smiled at them.
âOh did you color coat them too?â He asked a little to condescending. She sighed and caught on quickly but went on.
âNo I did not. Iâm not a preppy teenager.â She stated simply before walking back to take notes.
âWhile you do that we are going to go do real things okay?â He grabbed his coffe and walked out with Javier. (Y/n) was pretty used to sexist comments or people thinking she couldnât do things so she brushed it off, however Javier didnât.
Iâm going crazy, Iâm stuck in here
âWhat the hell was that?!â Javjer looked at Steve and closed the door as they got into their little office.
âWhat was what?â Steve asked and set his things down.
âYou being an asshole to her, what did she do to you?â Javier said taking up for her.
âI donât know Javier whatâs up with you? Staring at her like youâre guess engagement ring sizes!â Steve argued, they argued way to often. Like a married couple really.
âI was not!â Javier scoffed âI canât be nice to my new coworker?â
âJust yesterday you were dreading her! And now you have heart eyes all over herâ Steve said
Maybe itâs not my weekend but itâs gonna be my year
âI donât have heart eyes, Iâm just looking at her, damnâ he sat down and opened his earliest files and started work.
âIâm sureâ Steve shook his head before starting to work.
Soon (y/n) made her way to the office and walked in and almost fell over with a heart attack âmy god, how do you work in such messâ she asked looking around.
âMess? I think itâs pretty cleanâ Steve said looking around
âThe only clean place here is my desk and itâs still covered in papers. â she looked at him and set her things down.
â okay Iâll admit, itâs a bit messy, but we know whether everything isïżœïżœ he leaned back. Just as he said that, Peña who wasnât paying attention spoke up.
âI canât find that file from yesterdayâ he sighed, giving (y/n) the perfect example.
âSee!â She looked at Steve.
âOkay fine, we could organize...â he sighed.
Iâm so sick of watching am three minutes pass as I go nowhere
After hours of cleaning the office was organized and they found things much easier, so much quicker and efficient. So much so that Javier could ask
âOkay now I need the First Medellin fileâ he said softly and it was quickly put on his desk.
âSee thatâs not bad...â (y/n) smiled softly and looked between them.
âBut we just wasted so much time doing thatâ Steve said
âBut we are going to save so much more now that itâs organizedâ she crossed her arms. She was right, organizing the office was the best decision theyâd made all year, it helped get things done faster and cleared their minds.
And this is my reaction to everything I fear.
It was a small thing, to organize the office, but when Javier got home he decided to clean the apartment too, washing the bed sheets and making everything up after. Cooking a meal instead of ordering. Just have a day of cleaning up and doing normal people things, it made him sleep better already. The nightmares had calmed down and everything was fine. He was peaceful for a moment, a minute, a few seconds. And then there it was, the scream that made (y/n) drop everything and go to his apartment, he left the door unlocked so it was easy for her to get in and get to his bed side instantly.
âJavier!â She said grabbing his shoulders and shaking him awake. He was starting to sweat again, just as she grabbed him, her touch alone calmed down the terror of his mind, causing him to wake.
â(Y/n)...â he whispered tiredly as he looked at her, she was in a robe, her hair wrapped loosely in a towel.
âHey buddyâ she smiled softly, trying to comfort him in anyway. She didnât know anything about him but she wanted to try her best to make him feel better, to make him feel weightless.
âWhat are you doing here...â he asked laying back. She pushed his hair out of his face and massaged his scalp softly as she spoke.
âYou screamed and I came as soon as I could... I thought something happenedâ she answered and watched him, he was gorgeous here, with the moon light covering his glistening chest, highlighting his face and messy hair.
âIâm sorry- I- I didnât mean tooâ he said as he sighed.
âItâs okay... I understand... I used to do the same thing after Mexicoâ she admitted. They barely knew a damn thing but they both felt comfortable with each other.
âHow did you get it to stop...â he asked
âWell I did go to therapy but it never seemed to help, so I did what I did as a kid, I get something to read and read till I canât keep my eyes open, it makes your mind think on the topics of the book rather then the other mess...â she whispered and pulled his covers back over him. He nodded and smiled âI could read to you tonight if you want...â
âYou donât have to do thatâ
âI donât mind... get comfy Iâll find something...â she smiled and went to get a book. His eyes trailed her long legs as she walked out to get a book, why did he feel so open and comfortable with her, he just met her.
Cause Iâve been going crazy, I donât wanna waste a minute here
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Study Sessions (DabiHawks/TouKei)
Keigo knows a lot about Touya, but not the fact that he's smart. He doesn't know that Touya would intentionally fail his quizzes just to have him teach in the late afternoons.
"It's not difficult, Touya," Keigo says as he writes an activity for Touya to answer in his notebook.
"Yeah, that's why I failed," Touya says with his elbow propped on the table and his chin resting on his palm while watching Keigo.
Keigo rolls his eyes after hearing Touya's answer, "that's because you weren't listening,"
"He was boring. Just hearing his voice makes me wanna go to sleep," Touya says and slumps against the chair, "besides, I have you to teach me after lectures,"
"I don't get paid for this," Keigo says and pouts. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs, "look, you have to learn on your own. I have to look for a job next week,"
Touya stares, "why?"
"I'm not from a wealthy family like yours, Touya," Keigo answers and stares him in the eye.
"I'll pay you for teaching me," Touya says immediately. Keigo laughs and leans on the table, "My rate is high, you know,"
Touya scoffs, "I don't really care. Give me your rate, and I'll pay you. Just keep teaching me,"
Keigo shakes his head, "I was kidding. I can teach you for free even if I get a part-time job. Just not as early as this,"
Touya furrows his brows, "but that means lesser hours,"
"It's going to be fine. You're a fast learner. An hour or two should be enough,"
Touya grits his teeth, "what if it isn't?"
"You can pay a tutor," Keigo shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal. Well, it probably isn't to him but to Touya, it is.
"I don't want a tutor," Touya says and places his hand on the notebook to stop Keigo from writing, "why should I look for one when you're already here?"
Keigo leans on the chair after sighing, "I'm not comfortable taking money from you, Touya. You're my friend. It's weird,"
Friend. Touya notes as he tries to remind himself that that's all he has, friendship.
"You're not taking money from me, Keigo. I'm paying you just compensation for the time you spent teaching me," Touya says, but Keigo still shakes his head in refusal.
"it's still a no, Touya," Keigo says and moves the notebook towards Touya for him to answer.
Touya stares at it. He doesn't need this right now. What he needs is to convince Keigo to accept his offer.
"C'mon, Keigo," Touya says and pouts. He bats his lashes and acts as cute as he can, but all he receives is Keigo messing with his hair, "it's still a no,"
"What if we go with your set up and if it doesn't work, you accept my offer," Touya says, he stares at Keigo with hopeful eyes, "I'll tell you after you answer that,"
Touya nods, "okay, make the right decision, Keigo,"
Touya finishes his activity within a few minutes and slides the notebook towards Keigo, "this should tell you that I can only understand topics if it's you teaching me,"
Keigo rolls his eyes after returning Touya's notebook to him with a perfect mark.
"Fine, let's go with a month," Keigo agrees, making Touya grin.
"Right," Touya says and stands up, "come on, let's get you your yakitori before I drive you home,"
Keigo beams, and it makes Touya smile.
After a week, Keigo finally starts working before and after classes. He'd usually arrive at school tired and hungry that's why Touya would always wait for him in the lecture hall with a paper bag of sandwich and a cup of coffee.
"Your bags are growing darker with each passing day. Are you sure you're sleeping well?" Touya asks after brushing Keigo's fringe to the side.
"I don't know to be honest," Keigo says and hurriedly eats his food before their professor enters the hall, "I've been so busy with work and school that I keep losing track of time,"
Touya presses his lips together to hold back his tongue. He couldn't understand why Keigo's so stubborn about accepting his offer.
"Take care of yourself," Touya says instead and hands Keigo a bottle of water.
Keigo nods and shoves half of the sandwich in his mouth when their professor enters the class.
"I'll see you later tonight at the cafe," Keigo says as he fixes all of his stuff. He was rushing to go to work, and Touya's a little annoyed that he doesn't get to spend more time with Keigo, but he tries his best to understand.
"Wait," Touya says and grabs Keigo's hand when he was about to leave the hall.
"Touya, I don't have time for anything. If I don't-"
Keigo doesn't get to finish what he's saying when Touya gives him a paper bag, "take these with you. They're vitamins and snacks. If you're going stay up late, then you better make sure to take care of yourself,"
Touya couldn't understand the emotion that passes by Keigo's face, but he's content with the smile Keigo gives him, "thanks, but I really have to go,"
Touya lets go and watches as Keigo runs away.
Touya arrives at the cafe an hour earlier. He already ordered Keigo's favorite dessert and beverage to make sure he gets to eat. He was on his phone when he hears Keigo bang his head on the table.
"Tired?" Touya asks. Keigo raises his head and stares at him before nodding. He doesn't say anything and silently pulls out his notes, papers, and notebooks.
"What was I supposed to teach you again?" Keigo asks. He doesn't usually ask Touya because he keeps it in mind, but it seems like the stress was taking a toll on him.
"It's fine. You don't have to teach me anything today," Touya says and puts down his phone. He slides his quiz paper to Keigo and gives him a small smile.
"I got a perfect score. You don't need to teach me," Touya says but what he doesn't expect is the genuine bliss on Keigo's face when he sees it.
"I knew you were smart! You just needed to listen to the professor," Keigo says and smiles at Touya, "I'm so proud of you,"
Touya doesn't say anything. He just nods because the warmth blooming in his chest is something he can never put into words.
"What do you want to do?" Keigo asks as he takes a sip of his drink.
"What?" Touya asks.
"To celebrate, I mean, it's not a lot, but I'm really proud of you," Keigo says and smiles, "so, tell me what you want to do,"
"We don't have to do anything. You can use the spare time to study," Touya says and smiles before pulling out a few books.
"But we do that every day," Keigo says, "why don't we let loose and just do something you want today?"
Touya doesn't say anything as he tries to think of something decent to do, "go to dinner with me,"
Keigo furrows his brows, "are you sure that's all you want?"
Touya nods, "it's more than enough,"
Ever since that night, Touya didn't try to fail his subjects. He wanted to see Keigo smile, and if that means passing every quiz and exam, then he's willing to put in the time and effort to study just to hear Keigo say he's proud and happy. The deal was over, too, but Touya would always meet up with Keigo at the cafe to review together.
"I think I'm becoming stupid," Keigo says as he pulls on his hair, "I can't understand anything,"
Touya looks at Keigo's book and sees that it's been randomly highlighted, "Which part do you want me to teach you?"
Keigo raises his head and shows him a small smile, "I didn't think we'd reach a day where we exchange roles,"
"Well, you're busy with work," Touya says, "I have too much time to review,"
"You're right," Keigo says and slumps on the table, "I'm so tired,"
Touya runs his hand through Keigo's hair, "take a nap. Nothing will go through your brain if you force yourself,"
"But I still-"
"Keigo, just go to sleep. I'll make new notes for you to study," Touya says and smiles.
"But-"
"No buts Keigo," Touya sternly says and takes all of Keigo's things as he starts to take note.
Keigo couldn't do anything about so he just smiles and says, "thank you, Touya,"
Keigo silently sleeps on the table while Touya makes the notes. Once he was done, he stares at Keigo and lets his chin rest on the table, "I love you so much, Keigo,"
Keigo wakes up and sees Touya sleeping in front of him. He runs his hand through Touya's hair and stares at the notes sitting beside him, "you're not good for the heart, Touya. Keep doing all these, and I'll fall deeper,"
Keigo then silently starts to study after a few minutes of staring at Touya's sleeping figure. He was too engrossed in reading that he didn't notice Touya waking up.
"What time is it?" Touya asks after waking up.
Keigo raises his head and looks at the time on his phone, "it's already past midnight,"
"You should've woke me up," Touya says and stretches, "you need time to sleep. You still have work in the morning,"
"You looked adorable while sleeping. I couldn't find it in me to wake you up," Keigo mindlessly says while fixing his things.
"You're going to be the death of me, Keigo," Touya whispers.
"What?" Keigo asks and turns around, but Touya shakes his head, "it's nothing. Let's go. I'll drive you home,"
Keigo nods and follows Touya to his car. As Touya drives, he notices that Keigo fell asleep while leaning on the window, "you aren't even doing anything, but you're already making my heart leap,"
Touya stops in front of Keigo's apartment, but he doesn't wake him up immediately. He stares at Keigo and contemplates about confessing, but after some time, he shakes his head, "I'll content myself with what we have," he whispers to himself before waking Keigo up.
"You're home,"
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can we get jealous rafe? I looooove him
yes maâam! warning: rude guy, cursing
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For his spring semester, Rafe did something heâd never thought he would do and signed up for an intro to architecture course. He did it partly to learn more about Sophieâs major, partly because he wanted to impress her, and mainly because he had to fulfill a random elective.
It was probably the hardest class heâd ever taken in college.
He kept it a secret from Sophie for only three weeks, until his first test was approaching and he was totally lost on all the concepts that were supposedly explained during class. Reluctantly, he went to the test review that he knew she was in charge of, showed up early, and took a seat in the very back row. The lecture hall was fairly full of mainly freshman and Rafe already stuck out in his own class based on height alone, not to mention him having no previous architecture knowledge.
A boy next to him leaned over. âWhat section are you in?â
âUh, the 2pm on Tuesday and Thursday. You?â
âIâm in the morning section, Flintâs my TA.â He grinned. âLucky me. Iâm Tom, by the way.â
âYeah, lucky you.â Rafe deadpanned, not offering his name. He paused, then decided to test him. âWhatâs her first name? Sheâs not the TA for my section.â
âSophia, I think. I donât know, our professor makes us call her Miss Flint. I donât mind.â Sophie came into the room at that moment, greeting the fairly-full classroom and busying herself with finding the review on the computer. Tom sent a knowing smirk to Rafe. âSee what I mean?â
âI think itâs Sophie.â Rafe corrected, keeping his voice low.
âOh, you know her?â Tom asked with clear interest, perking up a little.
âAh...a little.â
âThink you can pass on her number? I tried buying her a drink at the bars last week but she wouldnât let me.â Tom sat back in his seat before adding, âKind of flirty though.â
âDunno, if sheâs not interested, then sheâs not interested.â Rafe replied, gripping his pen hard enough that the clip broke in his hand. He cursed silently and grabbed another from his bag.
Sophie scanned the room and furrowed her brow as her eyes stopped on Rafe, tense in a seat at the back. She cleared her throat and began the test review, eyes flitting over to him every once in a while. To his credit, he kept quiet and furiously took notes, studiously avoiding her gaze. Tom didnât, interjecting at random times to try and disprove her or make an entirely unsubtle comment that Sophie did her best to ignore.
When she finished she started taking individual questions, strolling around the room to help people. Tom raised his hand immediately to grab her attention. âMiss Flint, can I have help?â As Sophie came closer, she missed the wink he sent to Rafe. âYeah, whatâs up? Itâs Tim, right?â
Rafe disguised his laugh as a cough, purposely avoiding Sophieâs glare. âItâs Tom.â The boy corrected. Sophie knelt next to Tomâs desk, purely to help him work through the problem, and he smirked. Once she walked away to help another student, Tom leaned over to Rafe. âShe looks even prettier on her knees, donât you think?â
Rafe shoved away from his seat and stood abruptly, towering over Tom. âAlright, thatâs it. Come outside.â
âWhat?â
âIâm not asking.â He grabbed the back of Tomâs shirt to drag him out of his chair and Tom hurriedly stood, confused.
âBoys -â Sophie warned, the commotion drawing her attention. Tom raised his hands in defense and scurried toward the door, Rafe following. He let the door slam shut behind him and backed Tom against a wall, arms crossed. âWhat the fuck kind of comment was that?â
âWhere is this coming from?â
âSheâs your TA, and a damn good one at that. If you donât learn how to respect women -â
âDude, youâve gotta be fucking kidding me -â
âIâm absolutely not!â Rafe huffed. âYou were being disrespectful the entire time. Think about how uncomfortable that must make her feel, not to mention itâs fucking gross -â
Sophie came out of the classroom holding Tomâs backpack as the rest of the students filed out, their argument drawing attention. âIs there a problem here?â
Rafe glared at Tom. âI donât know, is there a problem, Tim?â
âI - uh - no, Sophie - er, Miss Flint. Iâm sorry.â
She looked confused. âFor what?â
âI...um.....â
When she realized Rafeâs expression was one meant to kill, she shook her head and handed his backpack to Tom. âItâs fine. Sessionâs over, you can go. Rafe? A word?â Rafe didnât move a muscle until Tom skittered away with another muttered apology, then he followed Sophie back into the classroom, still fuming.
âSoph - angel -â He started, regretting the new pet name as soon as it rolled off his tongue.
She turned red and did her best to ignore it, although she was melting inside. âWhat the fuck was that about?â
He gaped, mistaking her blush for anger. âHold up, youâre mad at me?â Sophie threw her hands up, exasperated. âYes! Youâre disrupting my class, I donât even know why, and youâre not even in it! This is for students only!â
âHe was being rude! Soph, if you knew what he was saying about you...â He set his jaw, fists still clenched.
âI can handle myself, Cameron, I donât need you showing up just to keep an eye on me.â She shot him a glare, then grabbed his hand and uncurled his fingers. âQuit looking like youâre going to fight me.â
He relaxed some at her touch, letting out a steady breath. âSorry. Just - he was being a fucking asshole.â
âAnd you dragged him out of his chair like you were going to fling him across the room or something.â
âShould have.â He muttered under his breath, not meeting her eye.
âYeah, whatever. Do you have an explanation for you just showing up? This isnât even remotely your major.â She stalked toward the back of the classroom, going for his notebook. Rafe scrambled to beat her and grabbed it just before she could, holding it out of her reach. Sophie jumped for it, unsuccessful. âRafe!â
âNo! I donât want to let you look - fuck!â
She had elbowed his stomach just enough so heâd double over and grabbed the notebook out of his hand. She frowned as she scanned over the notes, then flipped through a few pages. âYou actually paid attention?â
âChrist, woman, youâre bony.â He wheezed dramatically, holding his side. She rolled her eyes and gestured at the notebook. âYouâre fine. Explain yourself.â
âFine.â He snatched it back. âI needed another elective and figured Iâd learn about what youâre doing. But this is fucking hard, and Iâm a junior about to fail my first test in a freshman intro course.â He huffed as he finished the sentence, ears going a little red.
Sophie grinned. âWere you embarrassed? Rafe, I could have been teaching you this whole time.â
âDidnât wanna look stupid.â He mumbled.
âCâmere, idiot.â She tugged the front of his shirt to pull him down to her level, giving him a quick kiss. âI wonât let you fail.â
He laughed quietly against her lips and rested his forehead against hers. âThank god, this class is the hardest thing Iâve ever taken. I knew you were smart, but holy hell.â
She beamed. âCall me angel again and Iâm sure we can work out a deal.â
Rafe grinned, trailing his hands down to her waist. âYeah, you like that? What kind of deal?â
She laughed and gently pushed him away. âLetâs go discuss at home.â
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critical thinking | châĄ
pairing: kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader
genre: college au, enemies to lovers, tsundere!reader, slow burn
wc:Â 1.7k
warning: swearing, being a theatre major
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after several weeks of douchebag exposure therapy, youâre practically numb to kurooâs bullshit - for the most part. you still get a bit flustered when you get things wrong, but his teasing barely phases you since youâve abandoned the concept of speaking to him with respect.
âSTILL struggling with balancing equations, y/n??â he chides as you work on your homework, âjeez, maybe i need to start giving you extra assignments.â
âon god kuroo, if you try to make me do any more chemistry than is absolutely necessary i will make sure you never know a day of peace in your life.â
âbut y/n,â he teases, âyou know if you donât practice youâll never get any better.â
âiâm not trying to âget better,â iâm trying to pass the class.â
âahh, no ambition. you hate to see it.â
âwanna shut the fuck up and let me do my homework?â you snap.
âsee, thereâs that passion!â
he really is insufferable. you roll your eyes and groan, turning your attention away from the mocking rooster & back to your homework while he gets up to stretch his legs.
what he said wasnât wrong, you are struggling with the whole balancing equations thing. your brain feels like itâs working on overdrive as you scribble away - numbers are definitely not your strong suit.
you can hear him start to snicker behind you as you work. you pause your writing and turn around to see him peeking over your shoulder with a sadistic smile on his face.
âis something funny?â you ask, unimpressed. his smile softens a bit as you stare him down.
âyouâre doing it wrong,â he says, and leans down to correct your work. his face is much closer to yours now, you can almost feel the warmth of his breath as his arm reaches around your right side to write in your notebook while his left hand rests on the back of your chair, practically enveloping you.
resisting the urge to turn and stare at the annoying, criminally sculpted face thatâs now inches away from yours, you fix your eyes on his hand as he writes and try to ignore how warm you suddenly feel.
his hands are big, you think, noticing how much smaller your pencil looks when he holds it. you can smell his cologne again, too. sandalwood or whatever.
âthere, see?â he says, turning his head to look at you.
your faces are still so close.
what is it about his eyes that makes his stare feel so intense every time?
you quickly avert your gaze back to the page of notes, focusing extra hard on the numbers so you can ignore the beat your heart skipped just now. somehow, the equation in front of you looks even more indecipherable than it did before. and why does your face feel so hot?
âi⊠still donât get it,â you admit tentatively. he just lets out a soft chuckle, letting his gaze drop for a second before locking eyes with you, lips curled into a smirk.
âyou really are bad at this.â
another electric shock of embarrassment mixed with rage jolts through you.
âyeah, and what?â you challenge, âthat makes me dumber than you? ok, well if youâre so smart why donât you try telling me about willy lomanâs superobjective in death of a salesman? or identifying the difference between verse and prose in classical text?? i bet you donât even know who anton chekhov is, but sure, iâm the idiot because i donât know how to balance a damn equation. how about learn your shit, and then you can teach me mine.â
kuroo just stands there for a moment, taken aback by your outburst. then the bitch starts laughing.
âwhatâs funny?!!â you interrogate, your voice getting louder. his laugh sounds like a goddamn hyena.
ây/n oh my god,â he chokes out between cackles, âyouâre such a nerd!â
âME??!!?!â you just about scream, furious, âyouâre calling me a nerd?? have you met yourself??!â
âwell at least iâm not in danger of failing a class,â he giggles.
âthat has nothing to do with this,â you snap.
âso whoâs anton chek-whatever?â he prods, still amused.
âsee, youâre laughing but youâre the one sounding stupid this time,â you grumble. you can tell heâs just searching for something else to tease you about, but you canât resist the opportunity to turn the tables & be the one schooling him for once. âchekhov. heâs a famous playwright. from russia. one of the early pioneers of modernism in the late 19th/early 20th century - not that youâd even know what that means.â
âyouâre right, i donât,â he relents, âbut you seem like you do. nerd.â his eyes have an extra glint in them as they narrow with another taunting smirk.
âleave me alone, youâre the one who asked,â you groan, finally fed up with his antics. âlook, i need to finish this homework before i get out of here. otherwise itâs never getting done.â
âiâll check your answers when youâre finished,â he offers.
âonly if youâre not a dick about it.â
âyou only think Iâm being a dick when you get the answer wrong.â
âSHUT UP.â
â
as midterms approach, the stress is starting to get to you as your workload gets heavier and heavier. maybe thatâs why you seem extra snarky towards your annoying, hot, annoyingly hot chemistry tutor today.
ây/n, did you review chemical bonds like i told you to last week?â he chides after you get another homework question wrong. sometimes he really does sound like a teacher, or someoneâs dad. but thankfully, he is neither of those things, which means you can comfortably trash him.
âsorry i have things to worry about besides memorizing how electrons work,â you snark, âwhat about you? this isnât even your major, do you not have other shit to do besides come here & make fun of me?â
âhey, i do this because i love it!â he protests dramatically. you can see the smirk in his eyes.
âsureâ you sneer back, âlook, i donât know about you, but some of us actually have to work for our degrees. we donât have time to waste bullying people who donât know science for fun.â
âwho says I canât do both?â
now youâre starting to get annoyed.
âdude for real. do you know how busy i am?? like, ALL the time??? why else do you think iâm here? i wouldnât be in this shitty class if i had room for anything else. i canât even go to my professorâs office hours!â
âah, well, that explains a lot.â
âshut up,â you jab, âthe only reason i keep coming back to your dumb ass tutoring hours is because my schedule is so goddamn packed i canât meet up with anyone else.â
âsure, whatever you say y/n,â he croons, tone dripping in sarcasm.
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âoh you know,â he teases, eyes full of mischief. you really donât though?
âyouâre full of shit,â you mutter dismissively. heâs trying to egg you on to say something stupid so he can ridicule you for it, but you can see right through him.
âiâm not the one dodging the subject,â he grins, his eyes unmoving from you as you turn back to your paper. even facing away from him, you can feel his laser beam of a stare on you as if he were breathing right down your neck. ha, i wish. waitâ âyou know, youâre not gonna get very far on that worksheet if you didnât do any review.â
âwould you be quiet?â you snap at him, fed up with his condescension, âor better yet, maybe do your job and help me figure it out?â
âwell,â he purrs with a sickly sweet smirk, âonly since you asked so nicely.â
you make sure to roll your eyes extra hard at him to make up for the way your heartbeat quickened at his flirtatious tone.
thankfully, he actually obeys your request this time and tones down the teasing as he explains chemical bonds, doing his best to help you through each homework problem step-by-step. usually he can tell when youâre actually getting irritated and makes up for it like this. youâre silently grateful for this form of kindness from him, even if itâs only because youâre a nightmare to work with otherwise.
as you wrap up your session with him - late once again, but he never minds staying past the end of his tutoring hours since he has the rest of the day off anyway - you hurriedly pack your things, grumbling a complaint about how now you donât have time to get something to eat before you meet with your scene partner to rehearse your acting midterm. while itâs pretty normal for you to miss meals because of your schedule, itâs frustrating nonetheless, especially after your brain has just been fried by molecular bonds.
âoi, y/n,â kuroo says as you turn to leave. you pause, bracing yourself for whatever stupid comment heâs about to make.
âtake care of yourself,â he says, a tinge of concern just barely distinguishable in his tone, before adding, âand remember to review covalent and ionic bonds!â you sigh. he sounds like a dad again.
âsee, those are contradictory statements,â you gripe, âchemical bonds could not be further from self care.â he chuckles softly at that.
âat least make sure you eat, ok? maybe youâd get better at chemistry if you had more nutrients.â
âBYE, kuroo,â you call out, already headed for the door.
as you hurry towards your next destination, you canât get your mind off of how weird it was to see kuroo acting⊠worried about you? normally his reaction to your struggling is just to tease you about it, but this was new for him. youâre not sure how to feel about it, and itâs hard to tell when the adrenaline of being in a rush is making your heartbeat do all sorts of things that might be confused with something else.
either way, thereâs no way youâre reviewing a goddamn thing before next week.
a/n: yeah ok my theatre major jumped out in this one.. i canât believe iâm posting a fic where i talk about superobjectives & chekhov unironically dsfdddfs hope that doesnât ruin the experience for u, i really tried to do some research so y/n and kuroo could have an actual discussion about chemistry but turns out iâm dumb in real life so u get this instead
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