#i know it's time for bed when my physics textbook is bringing me to the verge of tears

[lost-rxverie]

saturday | march 2

days until finals: 8

got a decent chunk of homework done this evening so i can spend tomorrow reviewing for my final exams. i struggled with my physics readings on four-momentum so i'll also need to spend some time going through all the worked problems in the textbook until it makes more sense.

[jj-one]

STRAY KIDS + WHEN YOU’RE BUSY AND THEY CRAVE YOUR ATTENTION !

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: skz x f!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, nipple play, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, marking, sexting, sending nudes, piv, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy), masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, spanking, there is probably more but i’m too lazy to write them all words: 4.4k

[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !

BANG CHAN. It was finals week, aka your personal hell. You were always super nervous about tests and if you didn’t score over an 80% that may as well be a failure to you. You sighed as you opened yet another textbook to read, your dickhead professor thought it would be a good idea to pile more homework on top of the fact knowing you all needed to study. Your major was biochemical engineering so you shouldn’t have been too shocked by all this intense workload. As you were sitting on the bed you heard a noise come from the door, looking to the left of you to see Chan coming inside. You don’t really put much thought into it though since you see him literally everyday and you were just really focused on studying right now. That’s when Chan starts to come up behind you, rubbing your shoulders and planting a kiss to your cheek.

“Hiii y/n, I’m back!” He says cheerfully, “I couldn’t wait to see you baby,” he proceeds to try and pry the textbook out of your hands so you can give him your full, undivided attention but you pull it back.

“Sorry babe but I really, really need to study right now.” You tell him with an exhausted look on your face. You’ve been studying for only 2 and a half hours but it feels like the entire day.

Chan looks at you and puts his arm around you, “You look so tired sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a massage?” He asks, already starting by wrapping his hands back on your shoulders.

You loved this man dearly, he just came back home from an 8 hour shift at work but is still offering to give you massages and help you out when you’re stressed. You want to tell him no and that you seriously need to focus back on studying but the intrusive thoughts were slowly winning. Ultimately you gave in to Chan’s desires and he gave you a gentle massage. The massage started off pure at first with no intention of going any further but then his hands slipped a little too far and came in contact with your nipple. He noticed you weren’t wearing a bra underneath so he slips his hand through the opening of your t-shirt, light moans were now leaving your mouth from his touch.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day babe,” Chan softly whispers while pinching your nipples, bringing his other hand down to your thigh and gently caressing it. Chan has always been good at being a distraction for you and his cock is definitely what you need instead of reading about the Principles and Techniques of Molecular Physics.

LEE KNOW. Saturday nights were the best, you had no work and got to do whatever you wanted for the whole day. You weren’t much of an outgoing kind of person so you chose to stay in and have your boyfriend Minho come over and be lazy with you. You were wrapped up in your cozy sherpa blanket watching your favorite kdrama season finale, you and Minho both loved kdramas but you got way too into them. Your eyes have been glued to the show since Minho got there and you only spoke about three sentences to him. He’s sitting on the couch next to you and he’s not as remotely interested in the show as you are, he keeps looking around the room and sneaking glances at you from time to time.

He can’t stop noticing how cute you look today, you were wearing very light makeup and had messy hair. He thought you looked so adorable in your current state, just in awe of your natural beauty. He wraps his arm tightly around you and tries to give you a kiss, but you quickly pull away from him so you can focus back on the TV, not trying to miss anything. Minho gets visibly upset by this, he wants to give you his affection yet you’re currently denying it. He tries one more time to kiss you but you continue to keep pulling away to watch the show. That’s when he decides he’s had enough and grabs the remote to turn off the TV, causing you to get frustrated with him.

“What the hell Minho?!” You say in confusion, you were getting so close to knowing who the girl’s father finally was.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he just starts roughly kissing you, pushing you down on the couch and hovering over your body. He pulls away leaving you breathless, then proceeds to nibble on your earlobe, dragging his tongue further down to lightly suck on your neck, touching a certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. He brings one of his hands to your stomach, rubbing it gently. Beginning to toy with the hem of your sweatpants and wants nothing more than for them to be off.

He was almost going to give in to that idea but a new one came to mind, an even more sinister thought. He grins as he continues rubbing down your thigh, you want him to wipe that smirk off his face so badly because you have no idea what he’s up to. Wondering what he could possibly be thinking about right now. Minho brings his fingers to your clothed heat, sliding them inside the sweatpants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You moan for him as you close your eyes, feeling the friction. You buck your hips in the air so you can feel more of him, but Minho grips your hips and holds them firmly in place.

“No, stop. No moving ‘til I say so,” Minho says sternly, giving your clothed pussy a little slap as he looks at you. “Since you’re so willing to ignore me, I get to tell you what to do from now on.”

CHANGBIN. You’ve been cleaning the entire house preparing for your parents to come over for dinner. You wanted to make sure that everything was perfectly spotless and the amount of cleaning you did today could account for your whole lifetime. You were cleaning the stove and just as you were about to grab another clean sponge you see Changbin with a whole box full of donuts from Krispy Kreme.

“How’s it goin’ babe?” Changbin asks while setting the donuts onto the table, he sees you wearing an apron and giant yellow gloves, “looks like you’ve been doing some serious, hard labor!”

“I’ve been cleaning for 5 hours now..” You say with an exhausted look on your face, “I haven’t even finished cleaning the stove yet.”

“Who cares about the stove y/n,” Changbin says, chuckling at your frustration about needing everything to be neat and tidy.

“I’m serious Binnie, I need to clean everything and make sure it’s all perfect!” You tell him while pouting.

“Why don’t you take a break babe.” He suggests out of concern, grabbing your hands to take your gloves off and sets them aside. He slowly brings your body up against the wall behind you, kissing you passionately. He must have been wanting you all day by the way he was hungrily kissing you, the man was sucking on your face for dear life, exploring the depths of your mouth as both your tongues were intertwined. He takes off your apron and grips his hands around your waist while your leg wraps around him, he held you so securely.

As things got more heated, and all your clothes were off, he aligned himself inside you. Your hands were snaked around his neck as you desperately move your hips to feel his cock, feeling every bit of his thrusts in you. Letting out a high-pitched moan as you grab a fistful of his hair and scream his name. Your legs grew weak with each and every stroke Changbin gives you, feeling like you’re going to faint. He continues pounding into you like no tomorrow and you hold tightly onto his shoulders for support. His skin was sticky and sweaty from all the work he’s putting into fucking you, his face looked super focused as he was hitting all the right spots. He was fucking all your stress away at this point and you were feeling so good. You feel yourself coming to your peak as he thrusts into your dripping heat, you’re seeing stars at this point. The harder his strokes were getting, the faster you were to reaching your climax.

“Mmm…gonna cum!” You cry out in pleasure, slowly losing your grip on him as you slip from his grasp. Changbin swiftly picks you up and pins you harder into the wall, making sure you don’t go anywhere by fully pinning his body up against yours. You feel so connected to each other in this very moment as you’re both about to cum, both letting out a string of moans in unison. You both reach your highs together, dizzy as your orgasm washes over you, feeling his cum leaking out of your cunt and dripping down to your leg. You just spent the whole day cleaning and now you have to get cleaned up before your parents come in approximately 30 minutes.

HYUNJIN. It was a long day at work, you were about 6 hours in and you already wanted to end it all. You work at a clothing store and on this particular day for some reason everyone and their mom wanted to come shopping. You’ve been working the register nonstop and you had yet to take a break, you were so busy that you forgot to even take one. You asked one of your coworkers if they could cover for you while you go on lunch and they said yes. You were so excited to finally be able to get to sit down and eat. As you sat in the break room you checked your phone for any missed messages, you see that you have a bunch of missed texts from the new guy you’re seeing. Hyunjin’s name is plastered on your phone and you check the messages straight away, eyes growing wide at what was shown before you. Hyunjin sent you a string of messages:

‘Hey y/n, what’s up?’ [1:15 pm]

‘Imyyy’ [1:25 pm]

‘Wyd? Are you at work?’ [1:42 pm]

‘Yea you’re prob at work :P’ [2:26 pm]

‘I’m a little horny lol’ [2:41 pm]

‘I want youuuu’ [3:02 pm]

He then proceeds to send you a couple shirtless pics of him in bed and a short video of him stroking his erect cock through his boxers. You quickly look around to see if anyone would be able to notice and you don’t see anyone else in the break room besides you. That’s when you open the video fully to see the rest, quickly get turned on as your wetness is only growing. You ran to the bathroom so you can send a photo back, snapping a quick pic of your boobs under your shirt and telling him how wet that video made you at work. You love that he now comes to you for when he feels needy, you like that he craves your attention while you’re gone. He sends you another message saying how much badly he wants to fuck you and he can’t to pick you up from work. You smile at that and tell him you only have 2 more hours to go.

You realize it’s time to get back to work and now all you can think about is that damn video Hyunjin sent you. The way he was stroking his cock all nice and slow made you want to be there to give him even more pleasure. You were walking around all day with wet and sticky panties since you came a little bit from fingering yourself in the bathroom to the video. You couldn’t wait to bounce on Hyunjin’s cock all night after you get off work.

HAN. This was now the fifth dress you tried on and you still haven’t figured out a style you liked yet. You were getting frustrated but you weren’t going to let your pickiness get you down from shopping. You were at the mall with your boyfriend Han and as much as he hated shopping he liked to see you try on the pretty dresses for him so it was a win-win. You go to a different store now and you check out those dresses, making a beeline for the pink ones since that was your favorite color. You check out all the various designs and ask Han which ones he liked best, he didn’t really give much input and just picked the shortest one for you.

You gave him a playful side eye and put the dresses you didn’t like back, heading over to the dressing room so you can try everything on. As you were trying on the dresses, Han was sitting on a bench outside the door, texting all his homies. He soon started to notice how long it’s taking you in there and although you were busy trying on dresses he was getting tired of sitting here and waiting for what seemed like an eternity. He sighs as he figures out what to do, but he ends up deciding to knock on your dressing room door. You don’t reply but he can hear stuff rustling from the inside so he knocks again and tells you it’s just him.

“Uh… I think I need help,” you tell him reluctantly, he’s not sure what you need help with but he comes in anyway. He sees you standing in the dressing room with your hands in the air and the dress halfway up your body, he starts to laugh at how you were stuck in it.

“This isn’t a laughing matter, please help get this damn thing off of me!” You whine, and he begins to unzip the dress from the back, releasing you from its tight grip. You feel like you can finally breathe once again and slip the dress off of you, now completely naked in front of Han. You were only wearing your skimpy g-string and you had your nipples pierced which Han loved about you. He looks you up and down, licking his lips as if he was about to destroy you. The only thought in his head right now was to kiss you, so he grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours, moving some of your hair out the way. You kiss him back but harder and even more passionately, letting him fondle your boobs and play with your piercing. As he toys with your nipples he looks at you with pure lust, his eyes were all hazy and he looked nothing but in love with you. He started kissing your chin and licked the side of your neck, making you get all wet and worked up for him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this right here baby,” you tell Han as he continues roaming all over your body.

“Doesn’t that make you wanna do it even more though?” He says mischievously, sucking on your neck and giving you small hickies. You knew the chances of getting caught were very high but at this moment, you didn’t really seem to care. All you wanted right now was Han and that’s all that was on your mind. His hands slid down between your legs, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers and coating them with your essence. Your wetness was leaking down to your thighs and it took everything in you not to scream from Han’s touch. He inserts two fingers in your tight little hole and goes in and out slowly, you press your lips together trying not to make a sound, so he covers your mouth.

“Shhh… quiet babe,” He whispers into your ear.

FELIX. It’s not secret to Felix that you were a workaholic, you often immersed yourself in your work a little too much. He knows you are an independent woman that enjoys the freedom of working but at the same time he really wishes you’d give that same energy towards him sometimes. You traveled a lot for work and although you two live together, it still puts a strain on your relationship being apart for long periods of times. Felix loves to be around his lover and the fact you are always so busy with work makes him want to shower you with even more love and affection when he sees you. You were gone on another usual business trip but this time it was for a week, that was the longest you’ve gone for work and it was driving him insane. Everyday he thought of you and he would text you little things that he saw randomly throughout the day that reminded him of you. You always appreciated how much Felix adored you and your work ethic, he loved you for you.

The day you came back home from work Felix came to you with open arms, he was more than excited to see you again and all he wanted for the past week was the attention of his beautiful lover.

“I’ve missed you so so much baby,” Felix says whilst giving you the biggest hug, his body was so warm and you melted right into him. You gave him a kiss and he moves you both over to the couch, pulling away from kissing you for a second with a weird grin plastered on his face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, wondering what he’s thinking in that head of his.

“I got you a little something, I’ll be right back,” he quickly runs to your shared room and comes back with a black box in his hand.

“What’s this?” You ask curiously, holding the box up to examine what it could be.

“Just open it, you’ll be surprised.”

You do as you’re told and open the box, you see a purple velvet bag and you open to see what’s inside. It was a vibrator, it had multiple settings and looked very high quality and expensive. You instantly blushed as you held the item in your hand, looking up at Felix so he can explain what’s going on.

“I wanted to get something to relieve your stress..” he continues “because you’re always so busy and stuff, y’know.”

You smile at the naughty gift your boyfriend gave you, giving him another kiss and thanking him.

“Want to use it on me now?” You ask, knowing that he’ll say yes to you in a heartbeat. Felix’s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store and he agrees without hesitation. He sits next to you on the couch with the toy in his hand and you’re now making out. As one thing leads to another, you end up naked lying on your back with your legs spread wide out for him. He has the toy on one of the highest settings and you’ve squirted about three times for him already.

“Come on baby, you can give me another. Just one more,” Felix says demandingly, having too much fun with this toy.

You spring your head back as you feel the toy in your soaking wet entrance, you don’t know how much more of this you can take. Your legs were violently shaking and the couch was soaked with your juices, you felt like you didn’t have anything left in you. Felix keeps fucking the toy in and out of you making you scream out for him, he palms himself through his pants as he does it.

“I never want you to be away from me again y/n,” Felix’s deep voice rasps as he pumps the toy into you deeper, “I mean it this time.”

SEUNGMIN. You were laughing hysterically as you were scrolling through TikTok, you’ve been glued to your phone for hours at this point. You showed Seungmin, who was sitting next to you on his bed yet another TikTok that he probably wouldn’t think is funny. You put the screen up to his face to show him the video and he looks but doesn’t really seem that interested. You tell him how funny you think the video is and he just shrugs his shoulders.

“You know, I’d rather have you shoved in my face rather than a phone.” Seungmin says to you.

‘Ok boomer’ you think to yourself, not wanting to actually say it incase he gets offended. You decide to just ignore his comment and go back to watching hilarious TikToks. Seungmin starts to get bored and he when he gets bored he becomes bratty. You hear him whine a little bit, looking up from your phone to see him pouting and all you want to do is give him a kiss.

“C’mere,” You command for him to come closer, he quickly does so looking like a lost puppy. He plants a chaste kiss to your lips, then begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. He slips a hand under your tank top and lightly squeezes your boob. You sigh as you feel him innocently brush past your nipples, then he trails some more kisses down your stomach. Once he makes his way down to your lower body, he quickly takes off your pants with ease. Teasing your clothed pussy a little bit, watching as a wet spot starts to appear from the outside, he circles your clit and starts to sniff you.

“You smell good baby,” Seungmin compliments, finally taking off your panties and tossing them somewhere on the bed. He kisses the inside of your thighs and feels the warmth of your skin on his lips. He loves every inch of you and he wants to take his time with you. Flicking his tongue on your clit and you hiss at the feeling, you want him to fuck you with his tongue. He licks a nice long stripe across your wet folds, staring up at you while doing so, your phone still in your hand the whole time. Seungmin brought his head up more to face you, “keep looking at your phone while I eat you out babe, pretend like I’m not even here.”

You comply with his instructions, continuing to watch TikToks like normal and Seungmin goes back to devouring your pussy like the good boy he is.

JEONGIN. It was a very nerve wrecking day for you, you were meeting Jeongin’s parents for the first time today. You put on your most expensive Dior perfume and prettiest heels to meet his mom since Jeongin told you she was very into fashion and can tell when girl’s wear cheap perfume. You wanted to impress this woman as much as possible since this was definitely going to be the man you wanted to marry someday. Jeongin reassures you the whole day that she was going to love you regardless,

“Even if you wore perfume from the Dollar Tree she’d still like you!” He tries to give reassurance. You don’t believe that’s true but when you get to his mom’s house you meet her and the rest of his family. His dad was super nice and everyone was very welcoming towards you. You were actually shocked by how chill and laid back everyone was, you felt bad for assuming that they would be mean to you. Jeongin’s mom was the last person you met, when you met her she came off as a little timid but then she started to warming up to you once you started having a lot of things in common.

She was really sweet and super funny, you now know why Jeongin is such a charming guy. You see Jeongin come up to you so he can pull you away from his mom for a bit but his mom brushes him off to tell him she wasn’t finished talking. He walks away with a defeated look on his face and you continue talking with his mom. When the food is ready everyone gathers at the table to eat and you sit beside Jeongin, his mom was across from you both. You were busy for most of the day talking with his family and getting to know everyone. He wanted to be with you but he couldn’t even get the chance, feeling left out in the conversation. You feel your phone vibrate from the table and you pick it up to see who it is, seeing that it’s from Jeongin but you’re confused because he’s sitting right next to you. You turn towards him to ask him why he just texted you but he puts his finger to his mouth to tell you it’s a secret. You place your phone under the table to look at the message,

‘Come meet me in the bathroom upstairs by the laundry room ;)’

You instantly blush from reading that text and try to hide your flustered expression. You look at him and nod your head to signal that you understand. Jeongin shoots his head up and tells his parents who were across the table from him that he needs to be excused to go to the bathroom. You shoot yourself in the foot thinking about what excuse you can come up with so you both don’t look sketchy.

“Sorry please excuse me I have to take this important call for my job,” you quickly say to his parents as you head over to where you’re supposed to go.

You meet Jeongin in the bathroom where he told you to and you went straight to heavily making out. He grabs your ass and spanks it lightly, “How long you think we can be in here before they start to notice?” You ask, his lips now glued to your neck.

“I dunno, I honestly don’t really give a fuck.” He says bluntly, turning you around to face the sink and the mirror, pressing his bulge against your ass. He starts grinding his dick against you slowly, kissing your neck and running his fingers down your body. He lifts up your dress and drags his cock to rub against your clothed cunt, you lowly moan his name and he smiles. He’s about to fuck you so hard against this sink all the while his parents not having a clue where you two went.

[thedarks1de]

Professor

!professor Nanami x !student reader

Ignore the mistakes!

Part 2 is here

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С тех пор, как в колледже сменился профессор физики, у вас возникли серьезные проблемы с этим предметом. На самом деле у тебя всегда были проблемы — ты никогда не понимал физику, но старый профессор, пожилой человек, ставил тебе хорошие оценки за хорошие деньги. Все, что вам нужно было сделать, это подсунуть ему несколько долларов, и высшая оценка была у вас в кармане. Ты был счастлив, профессор был счастлив, все были счастливы... но рано или поздно все меняется. Этот профессор уволился, и его место занял новый.

Professor Nanami Kento. A stern, serious, nerdy man. He looked to be in his early thirties. He always went in strict suits, wore print ties and dark green glasses. And worst of all, he didn't take bribes.

You failed several important tests that affect your final grade. You had no idea what to do. You could, of course, just start studying his subject and fix your grade, but you never understood physics, it's unlikely you'd be able to do that… But you'll find a way to crack Professor Nanami. Maybe if you try hard enough, he'll take the money and give you a top grade in physics. Yeah, you should definitely try to bribe him again.

You found him in the physics room, which was no surprise. Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside. When Kento saw you, he put his notebooks aside.

— «Ms. y/n, did you want something?» — He asked, looking at you through dark green glasses.

You started to fidget for some reason, the words wouldn't come out of your throat, and you just stared at him in silence, biting your lower lip.

— "Ms. y/n?" - he snapped his fingers, bringing you back down to earth.

— "Ah… uh… Yes." - You muttered. "I mean my grades…"

— "Oh, you've finally come to fix them?"

— "How much do you want?"

— "What…?"

— "I'll pay you as much as you ask, just…"

— "I don't take bribes, Ms. y/n. We've already discussed this, haven't we?"

— "But…"

— "No "buts". Learn the material and correct your grades."

You walked out of the professor's office, slamming the door loudly. You felt a great sense of disappointment and despair. All of your hopes that you would be able to get good grades without difficulty have been dashed. You have to face the harsh reality: you will have to learn to understand physics on your own, to absorb the material, to spend a lot of time and effort to assimilate new knowledge. No, you would find another way. You didn't want to spend your days and nights sitting behind books.

— "That Nanami pisses me off!" — you complained to your friend about your teacher. Every class, he bombarded you with questions, gave you bad grades, and generally pissed you off with his existence.

— "Why don't you just start studying?" — A friend asked, sipping her coffee.

— "No. No way! I'll find a way to crack it." — You said.

— "Maybe… and though no, you won't." — sighed her friend, shaking her head.

— "What are you talking about? What won't I do?" — You asked interestedly.

— "Well… Have sex with him."

— "…What?"

— "Almost all the professors in our college fuck female students and give them good grades."

— "What do you mean almost all of them?!"

— "Well, Professor Gojo, Professor Geto, Professor Sukuna, and Fushiguro. You'd know how many they've already fucked. The students themselves come to them and ask for it. I think Professor Nanami's the same way. Just seduce him, get him in bed, and he'll give you the highest grade of the year."

You pondered, listening to your friend. The idea of sleeping with a professor for a grade sounded absurd and unacceptable. But the thought began to slowly creep into your thoughts. But you couldn't believe that something like this was happening at your college.

You didn't want to stoop to that, but on the other hand, you found it more… more attractive than sitting at a textbook. But Professor Nanami wasn't someone who could be seduced that easily.

A week had passed and you were determined to sleep with your processor. You were struggling with mixed feelings of fear and excitement. You even began to watch Nanami more closely, trying to figure out what might have attracted him. While Nanami was still that strict, serious, and nerdy teacher, he was also quite an attractive man. And even very sexy.

After class was over, you went to his office again. Once inside, you closed the door behind you.

Nanami looked up at you. You bit your lip and silently stepped closer to him.

— "What is it, Miss y/n? If you've come to offer me a bribe again, then…"

— "No, Professor… That's not what I came for."

— "Oh? Well, I'm listening to you." He took off his glasses and put them on the table. Nanami looked straight into your eyes and you felt uneasy, but you don't intend to give up.

— "I came to offer you my body..."

— "I beg your pardon?" Kento arched an eyebrow.

— "You can have me… well… to sleep with me… in general, I offer you my body in exchange for a high assessment…"

Nanami was silent. His face expressed obvious bewilderment and indignation, and this indicated that he would not accept your offer in any case.

— "Miss y/n… As a student, you should strive for knowledge, not use your body… for the sake of personal gain, to offer such a thing to a professor."

You have experienced a sharp sense of shame and chagrin. Your hopes for an easy way out of a difficult situation have collapsed again. You could feel your hands shaking and your heart beating so loudly and strongly that it seemed Nanami could hear it. You looked at this man, barely holding back tears.

— "I can pretend that you didn't offer me anything like that. Now go and study the topics you're lagging behind on." — Nanami remained serious as he said this.

— "I'm sorry…" — You ran out of his office with tears in your eyes. You were ashamed, very, very ashamed. How could you offer yourself to a professor? Why didn't you think that he would refuse? Damn it, now he definitely thinks that you're not only dumb, but also a slut offering to fuck yourself for a high score.

For the next few days, you stopped going to Nanami's classes because you were ashamed to even look at him. You've disgraced yourself and you don't know what to do next.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes and promised yourself that now you will study seriously and really immerse yourself in the material. You need to find a tutor who will teach you physics.

And you went back to Nanami's office. You were very nervous and afraid to look at him.

— "Miss y/n?"

You stood in front of Kento, feeling confused and confused.

— "Hello, Professor…"

— "What is it this time? And why did you skip classes?"

— "Ah, I'm sorry… I… Professor Nanami, I wanted to ask you to study with me additionally. If it's not a problem for you…"

— "So you've decided to start studying after all? This is encouraging."

Nanami looked at his wristwatch. He frowned, and you started to get even more nervous, afraid of rejection.

Kento looked at you again.

— "I don't stay here after the lesson is over," he said.

You lowered your head. So he's not going to teach you?

— "If you want additional classes, you can come to my house. We'll work out there," Kento said.

— "At your place?" — You specified.

Nanami nodded. You've been thinking a little bit. So he's inviting you to his house?

— "Good!" you nodded enthusiastically.

— "In that case, shall we go right now or will you make up some kind of schedule?" asked Kento, leaving the college with you.

— "Maybe if you're free, we can start today?"

— "All right. My car is in the parking lot, let's go."

You and Nanami walked to the parking lot where his car was parked. Kento opened the backseat door for you to get in. You're blushing a little. What a gentleman he is.

You drove for 30 minutes in complete silence until you finally reached the professor's huge house.

[mayajadewrites]

Never Say Never - Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Three: Study

Chapter Summary: Suguru and reader go to the café to study for finals, and we get a bit of Geto's POV in this chapter! Smut coming soon hehe

ao3

"Sugu, you want to study with me tonight? Our favorite café?" I looked at Suguru across the hallway. Finals are coming up and you're nowhere near ready.

"You don't have a date tonight?" His eyes never left his phone screen.

"A date with my textbooks." I roll my eyes. "It's a yes or no question."

"I have nothing better to do." Suguru slid his phone in his pocket, turning his back to me.

Since Gojo's birthday, Suguru has been quieter than usual. He's retreated to his room, which is arguably his safe haven, and is doing God knows what.

Debatably, I miss my best friend. I've been spending some of my time with Toji, getting to know him and avoiding the two of us in bed together. I'm not the type to sleep with just anyone, I need mental, emotional, and physical connection.

I slip on my favorite oversized sweater with jeans and combat boots. I find my tote bag and put it over my shoulder, waiting for Suguru at his door.

He opened his bedroom door and look startled when I was waiting for him.

"Sugu, stop being weird." I cross my arms over my chest. "I've barely seen you. We've barely seen you."

"I'm fine." His backpack hit his back before he brushed past me. I felt his arm touch my skin, leaving goosebumps.

The café is pretty quiet, just the way Suguru and I like it. He orders my coffee for me and brings it to our table. I pull out my laptop and open up my assignments, sighing at the screen.

Suguru sat in front of me, bringing his laptop out of his backpack. I glanced at him before he could notice, observing his chocolate eyes.

Why am I staring at Suguru?

His face looks like he was crafted by Greek Gods, so much work must've went into creating him.

I've always found Suguru handsome. I would never admit it out loud, but it's true. He's tall, has the most beautiful long black hair, and his face is one that I could stare at forever.

He could sense me staring at him and my heart almost stops.

"Do you like what you see?" Suguru smiles for the first time in forever. His long black hair cascades past his shoulders with a little bun holding some pieces. His front pieces frame his face, moving with his words.

I blush, going back to my typing. I've never seen Suguru like this. I've never looked at him in a way that made my core pulse with need.

When he looks down at his laptop screen, I look at Suguru again. He's wearing a black t-shirt that barely covers his biceps. My eyes follow the veins on his arms to his large hands, his fingers typing quickly.

I wish those fingers were in me.

Am I just horny because Toji and I haven't slept together yet?

A message pops up on my screen, interrupting my thoughts.

Sugu: Stop eye-fucking me before I take you in the bathroom right now.

I freeze, trying my best not to let Suguru know that he's not only right, but I wish I could jump his bones right this very second.

Me: Over my dead body.

Sugu: That can be arranged.

I can't help but feel some sort of attraction to Suguru at this moment. Maybe I've always felt this way and didn't do anything about it, but I'm not gonna be the one to admit my feelings first. They might be fleeting feelings anyways.

Geto

God, is she gorgeous.

I've had a crush on her since we were in high school, but being best friends kind of ruins any idea of a relationship. Losing her would be like losing half of me, which at the time I didn't think was a good gamble.

But when I saw her with Toji, a man who looks like he has a roster of women at his beck and call, those feelings resurfaced and I felt them in my mouth.

To be fair, I've brought plenty of women home. Mostly one night stands, and I know she heard me with them. I never thought about her feelings towards that because my romantic feelings were idle. I assumed she was fucking men outside of the house, so my worries subsided.

Now is different. Now, I want to kiss her every time I see her.

Now I want to feel myself inside of her.

Now I want to build something with her.

It might be too late, but oh well.

She took a sip of her coffee, leaving foam on her lips. "You have something right here," I took my finger and wiped it off her lips, then sucking on my own finger. "Cinnamon."

My dick was already hard thinking about what her pussy tastes like and eating her till she's screaming.

"Suguru." She sat up, fixing her hair. "What are you doing?"

"Helping my friend not look stupid." I smirked, going back to my typing.

She sighed, going back to her studying. Her tan skin glowed against the light in the café, and her hair framed her face beautifully as it made its way down past her chest. I watched her chest move up and down as she breathed, slowly and relaxed. I could watch her all day.

The bell to the café rang, signaling someone walking in.

Of fucking course.

You

"Hello gorgeous." Toji sliced your thoughts, pulling a chair up to your table. "I was on my way to my friends house when I thought I'd stop by for a coffee."

"Hi, Toji." I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. Suguru's face was like stone. "This is Suguru Geto, my best friend and roommate."

"Nice to meet you. Toji Fushiguro." Toji reached his hand out, half smiling.

Suguru didn't say a word, but took his hand roughly, shaking it.

I watched the two as they interacted without saying anything verbal to each other.

An unspoken argument.

"Want me to stop by tonight?" Toji finally spoke, turning to me. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Not tonight, I'm not feeling my best." I waved my hand. "I'll text you." I reassured him with a smile.

"Okay, I gotta get going. Have a good day beautiful, and it was nice meeting you Suguru."

Suguru nodded, still not speaking.

Toji got his coffee and left after what seemed like ages.

I kicked Suguru's leg under the table, receiving a glare in return. "What the hell was that?"

"Did you want me to hug him?"

"No, I wanted you to at least be nice."

"Why?"

"I'm nice to all the women you bring home." I cross my arms over my chest. "I even pretend I can't hear you fucking their brains out."

"Touché." Suguru nods. He leans forward at the table, insinuating I should do the same. "That should be you." He whispers.

Chills are sent down my spine as he says that, my arousal dampening my panties.

This man is teasing me and having fun with it.

"I'd rather fuck a man with a dick bigger than 4 inches." I whisper.

"Oh baby, add about 5 inches to that." He winked, and I think my pussy heard that before me, because I was soaking.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 2

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. 

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

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Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU: this chapter is a little more lighthearted, but I wanted to add the trigger warnings just in case.

there is a tickle scene in here, so if it's not your cup of tea you are more than welcome to skip this chapter.

Ch 2

The last seven days have felt slow and dreadful, and all you could do was work. You were currently in the fourth week of your final quarter with midterms coming up soon. Although your friends have their own school work to worry about, they are starting to become worried about you. You haven't shown any signs of emotion since you received that phone call.

You would spend 12 to 16 hours each day reading, writing, deleting, and editing. However, when it was time for bed, you couldn't sleep. And even if you managed to sleep, you would have very vivid nightmares. As a result, more than half of the time, you would keep yourself busy by burning through homework assignments and projects.

Sometimes the guys would bring you food, drinks, or snacks because they knew you wouldn’t do it yourself, and you were now approaching a no-sleep streak of almost 72 hours. You truly didn’t know how you were still functioning, and they didn’t know either. One evening you were sitting at your windowsill, reading yet another case study. You closed your eyes for a split second before your heart nearly jumped out of your butt when Hyunjin, Han, and Minho burst into your room. You stared at them with your hand over your chest.

"What. the actual fuck is happening?" you ask trying to catch your breath. Hyunjin grabbed your textbook and Han grabbed a hold of your hands.

"Friday night movie night! Don't tell me you were going to skip!" Han said full of energy. Right, movie night. On any given day they would jump on your bed and quite literally drag you away from whatever you were doing so you could all binge-watch movies until the early AM, but Chris had warned them to leave you alone because you were studying. That didn't work out so well.

"If you want to study you can, we just thought you deserved a break," Minho said kindly. Han stood there swinging your arms side to side, patiently waiting for an answer.

"You haven't taken a proper break for days, y/n, and sleeping doesn't count as a break, which we know you haven't gotten a whole lot of either," Hyunjin said as he thumbed the dark circle under your eye gently. You exhaled and closed your eyes. All the shock mixed with not getting any sleep was not only mentally draining but also physically.

“I’m fine, I don’t sleep a whole lot anyways,” you said, shrugging it off, but if you spent the rest of the night studying, you were going to collapse, and the boys knew that. They suggested that you take a nice hot shower and meet them in the living room for some much-needed best-friend time. Seungmin was already on a mission to get your shower bomb that made the entire bathroom smell super citrusy and lit a candle to provide a little bit of light so that the overhead light wasn't so bright. After the shower, you walked into the bedroom and saw a pair of folded pajamas that were warm from just being pulled out of the dryer and placed on the bed. You felt so much love for those boys. There was a gentle knock at the door once you were dressed.

“Come in,” you called out. The door cracked open as Minho poked his head in the door frame. 

“I made soup if you would like any,” he said sweetly. You gave him a smile as you whispered “Thank you”. He had sad eyes and a kind smile, he knew (they all knew) how hard you were taking everything. Minho slowly pushed past the door and walked up to you. 

“Aigoo…” he whispered as he cupped your face, studying your features.  

“You must be exhausted." You nodded and looked down at the floor.

“Would you like to eat? Even if it’s just a bite or two?” he asked. You nodded slowly as he carefully took a handful of your sweater paw and led you out of your bedroom. As you stepped out of the hallway into the kitchen, you noticed that the boys were scattered in the living room. They were having soup while the TV was on low volume, making sure not to be too loud. When you walked in, they greeted you with sweet smiles. Minho handed you a bowl of soup and led you to the couch. Changbin patted the spot between him and Han, inviting you to sit. You weren't sure which movie they had picked, but it managed to distract you. After you finished your soup, Han took your bowl while Changbin snuggled you close to his side. Han came back and stroked your hair while cooing at the both of you.

“Our baby,” he said sweetly.

“She’s not a baby, she’s older than you,” Changbin jokingly sassed at Han. Han put a hand over his heart and made the most extra gasp he had ever made. You giggled and patted Changbin’s hand.

“I’m older than you too you know,” you say while trying to hide a smile. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as Changbin gave you a look of betrayal.

“By two months!” he squawked at you as he began to poke your sides. You giggled as you buried yourself further between Changbin and the couch cushions, trying to get away from Changbin’s hands.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere missy!” Changbin laughed as he pulled you onto his lap. He held you in his arms as he squeezed your side with one hand.

“Bihihin quit ihihihihit,” you giggled trying to fold in on yourself. Your arms were trapped under his so your whole midsection was exposed while Han grabbed a hold of your ankles to hold you down. You squeaked when Chris got on the couch, plopping himself right next to your hips, and pressed his fingers into your tummy, turning your giggles to laughter. 

“Awww there’s that laugh we love so much, tickle tickle tickle,” he teased as his eyes turned into beautiful little crescents. 

“YOU GUYHAHAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SO BAHAHAHAHAD!” You threw your head back on Changbin’s shoulder as you continued to squeal while the boys cooed at your reaction. As the movie played on, three of the boys tickled and teased you while the rest looked on with adoration. It was heartwarming to see you smile again since they had missed it. After a few minutes, Chris and Changbin stopped tickling you, and you resumed cuddling with Changbin while Han kept your feet on his lap and tapped a beat on your calves. The group ended up having a movie marathon, with occasional pokes and squeezes from Changbin and Han.

As your favorite movie played on, Changbin noticed that you were starting to fall asleep on his chest. He began to play with your hair, alternating between massaging your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back, and gently running his fingers through your hair. The soft touches on your head and back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat helped you fall into a peaceful sleep. Once you were asleep, Changbin nudged Han and pointed to you, indicating that you were out. Han quietly cooed at you and signaled everyone else that you were asleep. By the time the last movie had ended, it was almost 9 p.m., and Chris suggested that everyone should rest. Changbin picked you up and carried you to your bed without waking you up. He tucked you in, gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, turned off the lights, and closed the door.

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The innocent detective - Part 9

Warnings: Mentions of murder, guns, violence, miscarriage.

Summary: Abigail won't be anyone's problem anymore.

A/N: This took too much time to write and was my way of procrastinating from doing anything that involves my education and the hundreds of textbooks piled on my bed at this very moment. Anyways, we're almost done!!

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*****

Abigail shook her head furiously, her eyes red because of her pure, unfiltered rage or because she'd been crying for a reason no one quite understood.

"I did all of this for her!" Abigail stated, her grip on your gun tightening so much that her hands shook, knuckles as white as paper. "I haven't finished but all the people that have hurt her, they're gone now!"

Jay weighed his options, unsure of how they were going to get out of this without anyone shooting any bullets even when the odds were in their favour.

"Abigail, it's because of you that she's in jail." Jay said, reminding your twin that she was the cause of everything that's happened. "Put that gun down and come with us for her."

"Don't do that." Abigail shook her head, not wanting to listen to the man she knew too much information about. She knew about all the people in front of her meaning she could easily blackmail them and use that to run away.

"Don't lie to me because I know how easily you can hurt her." Jay had to blink a few times but it looked pretty much like Abigail's eyes were watering. "It's because of you that she was shot and had surgery. It's because of you she lost that baby!"

That's what ticked him off, inhaling sharply at the mention of the baby that the two of you lost a little over a year ago. The baby that no one but you two and Will knew about. It was supposed to stay a secret and not become known to anyone, no one at all in the world but Abigail broke that.

The team was of course confused, having never heard of any baby let alone a pregnancy from the couple. It caught them off guard but they kept their guns aimed perfectly on their target. Questions could be asked later, right now, babies were the least of their problems.

"Abigail." Jay gritted his teeth, hating your sister more and more as time went on. "There's no blame on any side and if you knew about the baby then you also know that-"

"But you know what." Abigail said, smiling bitterly. "I proudly take the blame for all those deaths because by killing those pathetic excuses of parents and people, I'm bringing Y/N justice and relief because they got what they deserved and you know that it feels great knowing they're gone.

"My mama wanted me and not her and that's not fair." She pronounced every syllable in her last few words which perfectly explained what pushed her to all the murders she committed.

Abigail was unrelenting. She wasn't going to stand down any time soon and talking wasn't getting them anywhere. By the looks of things, they'd have to get physical.

So that's exactly what happened.

While Jay kept talking, more like arguing with Abigail, Kevin and Antonio very quietly disappeared, going around and appearing behind the woman with their guns pointed on her back because if they did have to shoot, they still needed her alive.

And before Jay knew it. In the midst of rolling his eyes, biting back a sarcastic remark, Antonio was warning Abigail that he would shoot if she didn't put the gun down, the metal of the barrel of his gun going against the back of her head.

Confused, Abigail scanned the group in front of her, only now realising that two people were missing, internally cursing herself for not noticing because she was too caught up in arguing with your 'pathetic excuse of a boyfriend'.

It took a bit more than a second since she was still in denial but eventually, Abigail realised she wasn't going to be leaving a free woman. She probably should've regretted every action she made in her life up until this point but if she had the chance, she would do everything the exact same and maybe some more.

It all happened so quick but before Jay knew it, Abigail was finally being put in cuffs, your gun pried out of her hands as Kevin handed it to Jay seeing as the gun was yours and not just a random one bought from the store.

The biggest weight was taken off. Jay's shoulder's felt light and he felt at ease watching Abigail grumbling to herself as she was dragged out of the school.

Now that it was all over, Jay allowed himself to take a second, his shoulders slumped as he slightly smiled. Everyone congratulated each other, exchanching spuds and pats to the back. Not only was this another win for intelligence but they managed to put away a serial killer which meant,

You could come home now.

*****

You weren't too sure what was happening.

One minute you were minding your own business, sitting on your bed with your head in a book you were graciously rewarded for being behind bars for more than half a year and managing it alive but the next minute, your cell door is being opened and you were met with the face of a guard you couldn't recognise.

You knew all the guards by now but apparently you didn't know all of them as you could not put a name to his face but then you noticed the different colour of his uniform. His eyes weren't as blank as the others, his skin seemed healthy and his lips weren't sealed shut, he was actually smiling but only subtly.

He caught onto your confusion causing him to huff, shaking his head in amusement. He jutted his head to the side, moving out of the way so you could get passed him.

"Come on Detective, let's get you out of here."

You could've cried at his words. This must've been a really good dream because there was no way in the whole wide world this could be true but upon sitting in silence and pinching yourself to be sure, you nearly doubled over in tears.

Standing up, you didn't look behind once. Without being dragged for the first time, you followed the man willingly, walking by his side as he introduced himself.

For the first time in a hot minute, you had a decent human interaction, shaking his hand as you exchanged pleasantries. You worked it out that he already knew who you were and for once, you didn't mind because he wouldn't corner you and beat you to a pulp unlike everyone else did when they knew you were a cop.

Walking out of the contained space, you felt your chest becoming less and less constrained the further you walked. You passed through several secured doors and eventually met with a warden who handed you your clothes which was your blues you wore the day of your sentencing.

Without a fuss, you wore the uniform and the heels. It wasn't the most comfortable of clothes but you would take anything that wasn't that horrendous bright orange jumpsuit.

It took you awhile to get changed, wincing at the healing bruises, wounds scabbing over while others left scars, some would fade away over time but the rest would permanently stain your body, a constant reminder of the past seven months of your life. You definitely needed a shower because even with a change of clothes, you still felt icky and gross.

You smiled at the man, thanking him for being so kind despite only knowing him for five minutes now. While walking out with him, you glared at all the other prison personnel, remembering how each of them treated you. Something needed to be done about their behaviour.

The gush of air you felt brought tears to the corner of your eyes. Breathing in the fresh air, it all felt like a dream, being able to walk outside into the world, breathing the air and staring up to see a colour that wasn't the dirtied ceiling of your cell.

Taking in the scenery, you found yourself shocked at how different everything looked. The grass looked more yellow than green, the tarmac of the road looked like it was redone as the black was darker and the white stripes along the road were more prominent than you remembered.

Walking across the rocks, you ignored how difficult you found it to walk on it with heels the second you noticed a man standing beyond the big metal gate that stopped you from leaving.

Maybe it was his stance, the badge peeking from under his shirt or it could've been your heart speaking instead of your brain but you nearly buckled over when you realised it was him.

Picking up the pace, you ignored your struggle. In the corner of your eye, you saw the nice man signal a guard to open the gate before you even got to it.

The man was smart because after you managed to get across the big space of rocks, the gate was open and you were out for good.

Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms tightly around his chest, so tight that not even oxygen could separate the two of you. Nuzzling yourself in the crook of his neck, you took in his cologne and the tears were automatic.

This was the most human contact you had since you were put in. You held onto Jay as though he was your life line and letting him go meant you were doomed.

Jay must've felt the tears on his shirt or maybe he heard your muffled sniffling first but either way, he smiled, chuckling as he blinked away his own tears so no one would see him cry but a rogue tear got away, falling down his cheek and onto your hair.

"You're okay, you're okay." Jay murmed, pressing a kiss into your hair as he soothed your through your tears. On instinct, he started to sway with you still in his arms, gently rubbing your back as you collected yourself.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, looking up at your boyfriend whose eyes were now red. Linking your hands around his neck, you smiled up adoringly at the man you missed so much that it was probably unhealthy to miss a person that much.

"Hey." Your voice betrayed you still sounding as if you were going to cry. You didn't dare tear your eyes away from his. "You look horrible."

Jay smiles only widened at your remark, his hands comfortably resting on your waist as he shook his head in amusement. "Says you."

You rose a brow. "I thought you loved a woman in uniform?" You questioned, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

Jay hummed and before you knew it, his hands were cupping your cheeks as he pulled you into a kiss. It was filled with so many things like longing, passion, hunger and just general love.

Humming into the kiss, you very reluctantly broke away, your chest rising and falling as you tried to regain your breath. The kiss was very much needed but a make out was not needed in front of the prison gates.

"Let's go home." Jay murmured against your lips, pecking it one more time before intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Lead the way."

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[rikiiverse]

Infuriate - One

Synopsis: Park Sunghoon, Iseul’s obnoxious elder stepbrother, whose father simply had to come in and fall head over heels in love with her mom, prompting them to get married, is the most infuriating person she’s have ever met. She can't lead the tranquil life she wishes to because of these obscenely wealthy people. "Yah, Midget." the white haired man said "How may I assist you at this time, dear brother?" she gave a mocking smirk as she responded. He fiercely commanded, "Do my homework." she made a laughing noise. Being a real brat, she told him, "I'll help you with it, but I won't do it."  

genre: Fluff, Stepbro!Sunghoon, suggestive but no smut

Word count: 1400

"argh park sunghoon!" My mother and Mr. Park turned to look at me after I shouted loudly. "What's wrong, my love? what did my son do?" Mr. Park enquired. I remarked, "Oh nothing, he simply grabbed something I needed and won't give it back." He replied with a gentle smile, "What did he take, I'll get it back for you, my kid can be lot." I shrugged and added, "Oh, he took my Physics book." "Why would he need your book on physics? that's new " said Mr. Park. "I'm not sure, but I desperately want it back. I have a Physics exam in two days and I'm not aiming to fail" I said. He answered, "Hm, alright, no worries, I'll get it from him."

Sunghoon was being dragged down by his ear as Mr. Park returned from below clutching my Physics book in his hand. “It hurts, Appa!” Sunghoon cried out. "That's what you get, you menace, for snatching your sister's book." His father shot back. Sunghoon handed me the oh-so-beautiful textbook and said, "Here, Midget, your textbook." Again rolling his eyes, he remarked, "You're just like Jake." Tf, who is Jake? "If you're interested, Jake is my friend; he's an intelligent man who specializes in engineering," Sunghoon informed me. “oh, I major in med," I said. He responded, "Well, so does Jay." Who are those people?  

"Don't forget Sunghoon, you need to cover for me at the company, and bring your sister along so you both have business experience," Mr. Park said. "Don't worry about me; you know I'm 100% capable of taking over as CEO whether I have any prior experience or not. this midget though.." As he stated that, I lightly whacked him on the arm, and he gripped it in discomfort while grinning sarcastically.

Nobody could have predicted that Park Sunghoon would become one of the most popular students at Decilis Academy, if not the most handsome. The shouts of his numerous fangirls, who, as we all know, only want to sleep with him so they can brag about how fantastic he is in bed or use him for his father's money, could be heard as I walked down the corridor with the young man. "Wanna have lunch with me and my friends?" When we arrived at my locker, Sunghoon questioned. I turned to face the group of girls who were ogling us. I shot back at him, "I'd rather not, your little fangirls seem to be throwing me death glares so I'd rather survive and sit alone as always." I said closing my locker.

Running behind me, I could hear Sungoon's footsteps. "Well come on I want to introduce you to my buddies" He said. "then what? murder me because surely if I don't die by you I die by those crazy delusional girls" So I told him. He winked and continued, "Well, lucky for you, you have your lovely step brother to defend you." I remarked, "You're not my brother... yet." "Still, one chance please? Neither one of them, I can assure you, is like me" He begged. When I arrived at class, I swiftly walked to my desk after saying "OK" to his request.

I heard someone say, "PSSST," behind me. "You know Sunghoon?" I rolled my eyes as she questioned. I said "Why? Do you want me to introduce you to him? the answer is no, and since I have no control over Park Sunghoon's relationships, I must say if you want to Fuck Park Sunghoon say it to his face. He prefers simple-minded women". The girl gave me a startled expression. " Yeah, I wasn't going to ask that, but since you seem to despise him so much, I think we are the same! I'm Wonyoung" she said extending her arm "and before you question how I know him, we used to work together in the past, but our contract ended, and we lived our normal lives after that." I grinned and shook her hand.

"What, you're 20 now?" I questioned Wonyoung. "Yes, I am. The only reason I'm in a Juniors class is because I performed better than expected on my examinations, which led to the decision that I needed to enroll in a Juniors class. It's very perplexing." With a shrug, she said. "So ask me if you ever need assistance. We've become friends, haven't we?" I smiled as I spoke. "Yeah!" Wonyoung clapped as she said "We have"

Sunghoon Park was simple to find because he and his pals were the only ones with dyed hair, so I went inside the canteen during lunch to hunt for him. "Yah, I'm here" I remarked to him and he moved over for me to seat down. "And who could this lovely woman be?" One of them spoke, He firmly warned, "It's my soon-to-be stepsister, and you guys better not hit on her." "Oh are you being overprotective to your baby sister" The same man said, his face looking like a dog. "Jake, you may be brilliant, but your word choice is bad, so I have to make sure you don't do something stupid to her or say anything stupid" he said.

Jake rolled his eyes as he carried on eating. Another of his friends introduced himself to me as "Jay" and extended his arm. "Iseul here; nice to meet you, Oppa." I grinned at the gesture. Sunghoon furrowed his brow. He retorted, "You don't call me oppa." I snapped back, "Well maybe because I think jay is a little bit more grown up than you and deserves to be called Oppa, you on the other hand can pass as my baby brother." He gave me an irritated face and made a punching motion.

"you know I mean, you guys fight a lot, and it's kind of sweet; I do it with my girlfriend. If you hadn't told me you were siblings, I'd kind of believe you were a couple." A boy with red hair added. Another boy growled, "Shut up jungwon, they are perfect the way they are, and they give off more sibling energy than you and your sister both." Jay yelled, "Just shut up guys you're making her feel awkward," and I appreciated him for saying it because I don't think I could take to hear them argue.

I can't recall exactly what happened next, but I do recall waking up to my teacher screaming at me in math class. "What's the solution, Ms. Park? because you intend to snooze in my class" Jake, who was sitting next to me, leaned in and gave me the solution. I repeated his words, "It's 556." "Exactly," responded Mrs. Lee. "Perhaps you are intelligent after all" she said. "You're welcome" Jake said. "Thank you Jake, genuinely," I chuckled.

Park wasn't lying; in fact, his friends don't even remotely resemble him. In contrast to him, who basically flirts all day and has erratic moods, they are more sincere and polite. He may be incredibly lovely one moment and a complete jackass the next. He experiences more mood fluctuations than I do when i'm on my period. With a sibling like him, how will I manage my life? I'll be barraged by his silly phony fangirls who want his phone number or even to set them up with him once the rest of the school finds out. Call me crazy but I can't believe why people swoon over him so much, I don't think of him much attractively then I had previously and he's extremely obnoxious.

The wedding of our parents is in a few weeks, and while I am pleased for my mother, I am not yet ready to assert that Sunghoon is my brother. After all, anybody could have been my brother; yet, it simply had to be him. He also had an uncanny resemblance to the man who beat up my crush in my dream for no apparent reason while promising me that it was only a dream. The Sunghoon I am familiar with is a spoilt rich kid who just cares about himself, which I suppose is a nice quality—but not when he has a large ego.

As Sunghoon and the guy both had a strong jawline and white hair, I kept questioning whether or not the man in my dream was actually Sunghoon. But it may have simply been a coincidence, right?

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[imhereforscm]

Hello 😊 Can you write a Karno x female reader fluff? The reader is worried about her upcoming exams and Karno comforts her. Just something sweet and cozy. It's still very cold here.

Thank you. ♥️

"Let's recharge"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: It's very cold here too, so it was a pretty thematic request, haha(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Sighing through your nose, you buried your face in your palms, your brain feeling numb and too tired to flip the next page. Rubbing your eyelids, you returned your attention to the handwriting in your textbook, but that was only physical, since your attention span wouldn't cooperate with you.

You were exhausted, but you refused to stop there. Exams were just around the corner and you wanted to pass, which had resulted in many nights, just tossing and turning in your bed, your stress not allowing you to even sleep properly.

Sitting here to study frustrated you, yet not doing it stressed you and made you feel guilty. Your own self was your biggest opponent and as everyone knows, fighting your own self is the hardest battle.

Your hands tightened into fists and you brought your forehead down on the desk and began to sob. You were physically and emotionally tired, but your constant stress kept you in a tight leash, not offering you even a split second of peace.

A warm hand fell upon your head and you flinched at first, before you heard his voice. "Is my sweet ophelia in a difficult position?"

You nodded, not managing to use your voice through all the sobbing.

Karno turned your chair around and gathered you in his arms. He let you cry, as he rubbed your back, enveloping you in his cinnamon scent as you let it all out in his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head and began rocking your body from side to side, humming soothingly, the vibrations of his voice against your cheek.

You pulled away a little, so you can look up at him and he wiped your tears with his thumbs. "I'm so stressed, I can't even focus." You uttered, confessing your struggles to him. "Everything looks so big and the fact that I need to get through it scares me." You hiccupped, fresh salty tears spilling from your eyes. "I have a time limit too."

He rested his forehead against yours, whispering while looking deep into your eyes. "Take a slow, deep breath..." He inhaled deeply and you followed, exhaling when he did. "That's it..." He smiled sympathetically at you and brought your hands up to his lips, kissing their knuckles softly. "First of all, Ι'm gonna need you to calm down... I'm here and we can see things from a practical point of view together."

Gazing deep into his brown eyes, you repeated the breathing pattern he showed you.

"Better...?"

You nodded and he smiled sweetly, kissing your forehead. "Alright, now let's try this again." Holding you hands in his tightly, his warmth soothed you as he explained calmly. "Let's make a schedule. We're gonna sort out the subjects so you can study a certain, progressive amount every day, so you can finish on time and actually learn something. Alright?" He checked to see if you were still following him and he was pleased to see you did. "Good. Now, let's focus on you." He gently tugged on your hands and you followed his lead and flow, getting up from your chair.

"I'm so tired..." You breathed out shakily and he nodded in acknowledgement.

"I know, my ophelia." Karno snapped his fingers, bringing forth a steaming mug.

"What is that?" You asked, peering into the mug with curiosity.

"Voila." Karno said with a smile, offering you the mug of hot chocolate.

You smiled softly down at the steaming beverage and took a long, satisfying sip, the sugary taste coating your tongue. "Thank you."

"No, I am the one who should be thanking you."

"Why?"

A sentimental smile spread across his lips, emotionalism coloring his features into kind wrinkles. "For smiling again... Now," He clapped his hands together. "let's do something about the cold in here." He looked out of the window at the snow pilling up everywhere, snowflakes still falling from the clouds and blurring the glass of the window ever so slightly. With another snap of his fingers, the limited warmth in the room rose and you sighed in content, your muscles relaxing at the comfortable temperature.

Karno took a seat on your bed and opened his arms, waiting for you to flop down into them, with a tender and welcoming smile on his beautiful face. "Come on. You deserve this."

You placed your warm mug on the bedside table and crawled onto the bed, burying your face in his warm and cinnamon scented clothes.

Karno wrapped his arms around your exhausted body tightly and rubbed your back, humming a lullaby. "Let's recharge, my sweet ophelia." He whispered, until your tiredness rose to the surface and your eyelashes dropped, your brain hushing as you slept peacefully, enveloped in Karno's comfort.

[shmoo92]

Kaveh is sixteen, alone at boarding school, and staring at the door of his maths teacher's office.

He swallows.

Wipes his hands on his uniform.

Takes a deep breath.

Knocks on the door to his maths teacher’s office.

“”Come in.””

He pushes—wipes his palms again on his uniform and pushes open the door.

That’s his maths test on their desk.

His heart sinks.

“Kaveh,” greets his teacher. “Please have a seat.”

Kaveh croaks, “how bad is it?”

“Your procedures are flawless.”

Kaveh wets his lips then, “How. Bad.”

Ever so gently, his teacher says, “Forty nine of a hundred.”

Kaveh crumbles into the chair.

“Its just the little things—“

Kaveh’s eyes burn; he presses the heels of his palms against them.

“—forgotten decimals, flipped negatives ….”

Kaveh drops his hands. “But I didn’t leave until I found five mistakes.”

“I know you did! And I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come, and I’ve recorded your score as fifty one to reflect that.” Their brow furrows and Kaveh doesn’t want to hear—

“But you’re not going to get into Kshahrewar with marks like these.”

Thickly, Kaveh asks, “Cant you just record my score as ninety something?”

His teacher chuckles. “Do you really want me to throw you to the wolves like that?”

Kaveh looks away.

“There /is the option of supplementing your scores with field work—“

Opportunities for which, Kaveh’s about to protest, are exceedingly rare, fought over with tooth and nail, and really, only available to the top of the class and to those with Connections.

But before he can give voice to any of this, his teacher raises a hand. “There’s a resupply caravan heading to an expedition out in the desert. They plan to leave tomorrow whether or not they’ve found a replacement for the apprentice they’re short.”

Kaveh wipes his eyes and nods.

Neither he nor his teacher says anything about disgraced academics or mad scholars, but Kaveh is as sure as anything thinking about them.

“Be ready to leave by luncheon.”

He nods again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a good supper, Kaveh.”

He croaks, “Thanks.” and pushes to his feet and out the door.

.

Kaveh gets to packing. but he doesn’t have as many pairs of underwear as he socks so he goes through his entire merger wardrobe and runs a late evening load of laundry and then figures he should wash the bedclothes as well. While he waits, he collects all his texts, notebooks, and primers and discovers quite by chance that the particular red of his physics textbook complements the burnt umber of his algebra text *beautifully*.

The bell warning about the looming curfew chimes.

Kaveh blinks back to awareness.

He’s apparently looking to fit his teal celestial mechanics text into the rainbow of books he’s arranged on the floor.

The bell chimes again.

Kaveh glances at his bed—

His blood chills: his bed clothes are still in the wash and he doesn’t have time before lights out to dry them.

He runs to the laundry, shovels his clothes and into his hamper, throws the linens in the dryer, and sprints back to his room, closing the door just as the curfew bell rings.

He lays a jumper over his pillow and wraps himself in a throw blanket, and shuts the light.

.

In order to have breakfast Kaveh needs to get out of bed, put on his slippers and overcoat, and walk two minutes to the meal hall.

They’re serving *pancakes* this morning. They’re warm and fluffy and have a delightfully crunchy shell.

He just. has. to get. *up*.

He’s idly designing a castle in his mind when he just gets up, puts on his slippers and overcoat, and leaves his room.

*Why is he like this?*

.

As it turns out, he has fewer day clothes than he has space in his bag. He frets about which books to bring until he hears his classmates head to class; this prompts him to only pack his workbook and the texts he needs to read to keep up with the others.

He ends up arriving an hour early to lunch.

.

When the caravan arrives, the dig site is all in a state: they’d found a door in the wall they’d been excavating.

They ease it open the next morning to find it full of tablets. By the time supper rolls around, the crew feel comfortable with the hypothesis that this small hall of records documents the early planning stages of Ay-Khanoum.

(Kaveh wants to read all of it.)

Also by supper, the head of the caravan has reprimanded him twice and two of the dig site crew have scolded him.

.

Late at night on the fourth day, he’s supposed to be doing an inventory of foodstuffs but he’s instead comparing the dye of two different bags of rice—

“Is this the best your school could come up with?” snaps the quartermaster. “Do you think this is how you’re going to earn a recommendation, kid? Do you think this how you’ll get into the Akademiya?”

Kaveh shakes his head.

“Then act like it, kid! You’re not here to slack off!”

Kaveh nods.

“Now scram! This’ll go faster with you elsewhere.”

Shame burns like acid; Kaveh sketches a bow and flees.

.

He finds himself in the hall of records, looking up at the mural of King Deshret.

“What’re you smiling about,” he grumbles. He sucks in a breath. “What even gives you the right to be up there on this stupid wall with a whole city to your name? What makes your brain oh so perfect and special and remarkable that you can manage—“ Kaveh waves. “—people and numbers and—“ He spits, “decimals. Why is it that you—“ Thickly, “Why do you get a city and I get yelled at? How do you make your brain work? Why can’t I make my brain work?” His eyes burn and he can barely see through his tears “I just want— He snatches—

The trowel shocks him.

He swallows.

The hair on his arms stands on end.

The air crackles.

His memory politely offers the fun fact that should these two experiences occur on a mountain, there’s about to be a lightning strike.

Since Kaveh is currently two stories underground, he screams in frustration about how stupid his head is.

And then the floor beneath him glows purple.

Whips of electro energy snap all around him, becoming brighter and brighter—

He’s so fucked.

.

Kaveh awakens to concerned blips.

Why does he know they’re concerned?

He opens his eyes.

It’s about the size and shape of a briefcase, a thousand different shades of purple, and a face made of flat, simple shapes looks upon him worriedly.

Kaveh reaches out—

The construct chirps happily and swoops up against his hand, nuzzling his palm.

He pushes himself up to sitting—

Something tumbles into his lap.

He attends—

A Vision!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I just saw a post that someone wrote about how they were very good at the in-class parts of their university degree, but executive function issues interfered with their ability to work at home, so their grades were not as good as those of other people who weren’t nearly as socially engaged in the class. I started to reblog it with my own experiences, and then realized I had a long enough self-indulgent rant on the subject so I don’t want to take over someone else’s post with it, and I’m just making my own.

It’s interesting to me to read that some people found being at school easy and working at home hard, because I was the opposite, and it shows how much different circumstances can make things work for one person but catastrophically not work for another. When I did my university degree... all seven years that it took me to get a four-year degree for a huge number of reasons that are all connected to mental health problems, I could normally do the work, but I couldn’t go to class. I got so overwhelmed by the campus and all the other people there. It’s only recently that it stopped triggering severe anxiety in me to just see a university lecture hall even in a TV show or something, as I came to associate the setting with so much difficulty. Sometimes people ask me what were the names of my peers or professors in university, and I say I don’t know. When I had to go to campus I sat in the lecture hall and kept my head down and took notes and tried not to have panic attacks until I was allowed to leave. But I could function at home, in my bedroom, with no one looking at me.

The biggest thing that messed me up was the way as years went on, there was more of a focus on in-class stuff. The first semester of my second year happened to occur at one of the lowest points in my life, when I was so depressed I could barely leave my bedroom even to eat, but I could take my textbooks into bed with me and read them. After the first two weeks of school, I didn’t set foot on campus except when I absolutely had to be there to write a midterm. But I still finished my five courses with two As and two A+s because I was very pragmatic about reading all the textbooks and writing everything I learned from them into my assignments.

I thought I’d be able to get by on that, but the next semester had so many courses that gave marks for class participation and group work and things like that, and there was more and more of that every semester, it went downhill really fast. I learned to check the syllabus on the first day of every semester and if there was a required group project in any class, I’d just drop it and pick up another one. But one time a course that was required for my degree had a group project, and I just didn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to go to campus and... I don’t even know what the procedure is for finding group work partners in university, because I never did it. I know some of my worst memories of elementary and middle school were being a kid with no friends looking around the room when we had to find partners for a project, trying to find someone but 90% of the time ending up in the horribly awkward situation of being the only one left while the teacher asked if any other kids were willing to let me into their group. I was not about to re-live that as an adult, so I just didn’t. I never physically went to that class, never joined a group, gave up that 30% of my grade. I managed to just barely pass that class by turning in everything else.

I spent a few years barely scraping by, until I got to my last year, when almost every course gave out significant marks based on participation or presentations and things like that, combined with another especially bad mental health time that meant I didn’t have it in me to try to make up for giving up all those marks by doing everything else really well. I failed almost every course, got kicked out of my program because you have to pass most courses to stay in it, and had to go through the really shitty process of gathering proof of my mental health diagnoses so I could get back in on medical accommodation. Fortunately my appeal was granted and they gave me another chance to get my last few courses, I signed up for some online ones and managed to barely scrape by with passing grades, since by then I’d struggled so much with school that even looking at my textbooks gave me awful anxiety. I could barely look at my textbooks, I couldn’t see lecture halls on TV, I felt sick when I heard the word “campus” or “professor” or saw my school’s logo or anything to do with academia. I got my degree, got out of there, said thank God I never have to do or think about school ever again.

A few years ago, and about five years after I’d finished university, I started an online-only college program (just before COVID, so even if I’d signed up for the version with in-person classes I’d probably have been moved to online anyway). After being a university student who started out with As and A+s and end up failing out and then just barely getting over the passing threshold, I became a college student who got almost all A+s in all courses of all three schoolwork semesters. Because, guess what? It turns out that I’m not actually unintelligent, and I’m not even actually bad at school. If you let me do it in my own space, I’m quite good at it. I’m just bad at human interaction, especially in an academic setting.

It’s genuinely interesting to me that others had the opposite experience, could do it in person but not the rest of it. And it does show how much when we talk about accommodation, it means lots of different things. It’s very helpful for me that they have online-only college programs that let me show what I actually know, instead of measuring how good I am at handling social settings. And it’s good for other people to be able to share how much they actually know by participating in discussions or whatever else works for them, if they can’t handle a long time spent starting at a screen writing things down. If what matters is that people know the material, there are lots of ways to test that. And it would be good if everyone had the option of testing it in a way that does not leave them unable to watch campus-based sitcoms because anything related to academia makes them want to cry (for the record I’m largely over that trigger now, I watched the show Fresh Meat last year and quite enjoyed it, but I genuinely would not have been able to watch that show a couple of years earlier).

[fkinavocado]

In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 1 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 2 (Word count: 3.6K)

His authoritative tone, although enticing, sobered you up a bit, but you were already feeling a bit off after the phone call with your brother. You knew he’d had a few to drink, and you knew how he could get, but, this time… something just really stung about how he’d spoken to you. Maybe you’d just been away from home for longer this time, maybe you’d learned with the help of your therapist to better detach yourself from your family while away from them, mentally as well as physically. And now, the reality of who he was becoming felt like a slap across the face.

You followed Harry absentmindedly until you were looking around only to realize you were in a bedroom. You didn’t even have time to process it before he pushed the door ajar behind you and spoke in a softer, hushed tone. You told yourself it was as to not wake up Emily.

“Are you all right?”

He’d asked you this how many times tonight? You were beginning to feel defensive over it, you usually never had anyone check in on you like that “Yeah” you crossed your arms over your chest “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… tired. Listen. About what my brother said… I’m sorry, he might’ve been right about, well… Maybe you were just being polite, and I-”

“Hey” he stepped closer, his brows furrowing “I’m really not the kind to invite strangers over for Thanksgiving dinner unless I want them there. Then you went on and on about imposing and I reassured you, so why are you second guessing it now just because your brother wanted to be unnecessarily mean to you?”

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. The silence in the room was deafening. Which reminded you “I know you said you weren’t going to bunk us, but if this is what your guest room looks like I’m kinda mad I won’t be sharing Emily’s, I can only imagine how hers must be like. Did you decorate all by yourself? Those talented fingers at it again?” you were rambling out of nervousness, you knew.

Harry’s brows only furrowed deeper but his grin grew wider at the same time “You’re just something else, aren’t you?” he shook his head amusedly “This is the master bedroom, I’ll be taking the living room sofa. No fancy guest rooms I’m afraid. And yeah. The very same” he raised his fingers and wiggled them playfully, his rings catching the light coming from the only lamp he’d switched on when you’d entered the room.

You both chuckled hushedly but then you quickly retorted “Oh, no, no. See? This is the definition of imposing. There’s no way I can take your room, Harry, come on. You can’t be comfortable with a strange woman sleeping in your bed. I mean. Not that you don’t bring women here. That is- Crap!” you stammered and could just die of embarrassment watching his amused expression. You sighed, covering your face with your palms “It’s the bourbon”

“Nope, still not the bourbon” he said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. He then gently pulled your hands away from your face and his hands lingered a second longer than necessary on yours before he retreated “You’re still sober. I told you I wouldn’t let you get hammered” he airquoted the phrasing you’d chosen earlier that evening. “But you are tired. So it’s not up for debate. I’m taking the sofa. Unless you’re not comfortable sleeping in my bed, that is. Which I’m now realizing I should’ve asked you about beforehand, or at least had Emily switch rooms with you.”

“Something tells me you’re just gonna do something wild like… change the sheets or something, if I said I wasn’t comfortable sleeping in your bed, but you still wouldn’t let me take the sofa” you squinted your eyes at him and you thought to yourself he was definitely wrong about the bourbon because you really didn’t know where you got the courage to unleash this playful banter, especially with him. He was definitely intimidating, standing there in the semi darkness, in his own bedroom looking the way he did. Maybe it was some kind of defense mechanism, you were using humor to try and cut through the sexual tension that you were fairly sure was just palpable at your end, regardless of what he’d said earlier that evening that had you thinking that it maybe wasn’t one sided after all.

His eyes widened at that “I definitely should change the sheets, actually” and he turned his head quickly, his body slowly turning with it but you caught his forearm and chuckled a bit breathlessly at the contact

“Hey, I was only joking, don’t get any ideas. I’m perfectly fine with the sleeping arrangements.... it’s just that it doesn’t feel right kicking you out of your own bed.”

Harry looked at you, really looked at you just then, and you could swear that somehow he’d managed to get you all naked right in front of him at that very moment. You felt utterly exposed, he looked at you the way a lion corners his prey in its den. Slowly the implication of what you’d said dawned upon you as well, and you gulped. You hadn’t intended it as such, but it did sound like you were asking him to stay and share the bed with you. Part of you wanted to excuse yourself and clear the air, but the other part of you, the primal one, was absolutely against you doing so. You realized you were still holding his forearm and you glanced at where you were touching him, and then quickly stole a glance at him only to see that he’d dropped his gaze to where you held his forearm also. You could almost see the gears turn in his head and then suddenly something must’ve snapped, because he pulled away almost as if electrocuted.

He tried to shrug it off, clearing his throat and changing the subject to how you could find a change of clothes in the upper drawer to his dresser, excusing himself for not having thought of bringing you something of Emily’s, but you assured him it was fine, and all that was exchanged so rapidly and awkwardly that you could’ve sworn he didn’t know how to get out of there quicker.

When he wished you goodnight and pulled the door shut behind him, you plopped on the edge of the bed and just stared at the door dumbfoundedly.

What the hell had just happened?

You felt like an imbecile. This man was kind enough to invite you in for dinner, he offered to drive you home, he then offered up his own bed just so that you didn’t have to sleep on that sofa that you could just tell was not as comfy as it was stylish, and you somehow, somehow managed to turn this all into a perverted little game inside your head. He was 42. 42, Y/N!!! What did you think? You scoffed listening to your own train of thought, but you knew you were right.

As you walked into the ensuite to take a shower, you once again forgot to run through his medicine cabinet or snoop around his room a bit to get the feel of it, too lost in your own thoughts about this crazy evening. You sat there under the water berating yourself for having read too much into it. The way he’d pulled his arm away, you’ll never ever gonna forget it. You’d never experienced rejection like that, and it was all your fault for it.

You realized as you came out of the shower that you hadn’t looked for a change of clothes, or even a towel to dry off, there was only one bath towel in the ensuite that was definitely his. You’d washed your panties in the shower and hung them to dry, because, surprise surprise, you’d gotten them soaked, idiot that you were for letting your mind wander off like that in his company. So now you were just going to strut naked around his bedroom looking for stuff and it felt so wrong, yet so good, you were conflicted as to whether you should be enjoying it or not.

But the minute you slipped on one of his t-shirts that he obviously used to sleep in, as it was deliciously soft and worn out, you regretted nothing. You knew it was clean, but somehow, it still smelled like him, and you were feeling yourself start to get wet again from this alone. You decide to skip the pants, since you’d only probably end up getting them soaked as well, this obviously wasn’t just going to go away and you regretted not having thought of taking care of it in the shower.

You glanced back to his bed. Do you dare?

You dare.

You knew this was downright filthy of you to be getting so worked up over, but you were totally going to touch yourself in Harry’s bed, under his covers, no shame whatsoever over it.

You tiptoed your way to the bed giddily and threw yourself under the covers. You couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. Man, this was some bed. Not too soft, not too hard. Just right. Not at all squeaky, you tested it out by thrashing yourself around a bit. So, it was either just not being used all that much? Or… the very opposite. Maybe it was just a really good bed that could take all the hot, steamy sex you just knew this man had to be having in it with “strange women”. Ugh. Ok, not going there. You were not relieving that part of the evening. Instead, you pressed rewind a bit, going back to the two of you sitting out the back porch sharing a cigar and that damned brandy of his, when your eyes had accustomed to the dark and you could see him, and you just soaked in his appearance under the moonlight.

Harry was all man, and he knew it. His presence was undeniable. You flipped onto your stomach thinking about his side profile and how he looked like a work of art. You wondered if he liked having his hair pulled, those curls were just asking for it. And those rings he wore, you couldn’t help but wonder how the cool metal would feel against your hot skin. You’d seen tattoos poking from underneath his sleeves and that cross on his left hand, and there was definitely nothing holy about what went through your mind looking at it. There was nothing about him you’d have changed. And no, not even his age, that was something that was definitely one of the best things about him, actually. Even though it threw him way out of your league and, effectively ruined all your chances at something with him, it still was fueling a kink of yours that you’d always had, your attraction to older men and the way you craved for one to absolutely dominate you in bed. You let your hand sleep between his sheets and down your body, and you were a bit concerned about potentially staining them in your arousal, you were dripping wet by now, but fuck if it mattered right that second.

You had no idea how Harry was as a lover, hell, you’d never find out, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about it. You buried your face into his pillow, inhaled his scent and you tricked your brain into thinking he was right there.

You imagined that he was the one pleasuring you, pinning you down against the mattress beneath his heavy body, his hand snaking underneath you, touching and fondling till he’d reach your heat. You imagined him groan right in your ear as he’d finally feel how wet you were and maybe he’d ask “Fuck, baby, is this all for me, hm?” and you’d whimper helplessly as he’d begin to circle your clit slowly, teasing you until you’d start to squirm under his hold. He’d tsk you “Be a good girl for me and let daddy take care of you. I decide the pace. You just sit there and take it. Are you gonna be a good girl and let daddy tease your pretty pussy til you can’t take it anymore, hm?”

And fuck if that God damn British accent didn’t absolutely do you in “Yes, yes daddy, use me how you want. I’ll do whatever you tell me to”

You’d be able to hear the smirk in his voice as he’d praise you “That’s my good girl, always so eager to please daddy” and slip a finger into you just to reward you “That feel good, baby? Or do you need more?”

You’d try your best not to squirm “So good, but I want you. Please, please”

“Oh, when you ask so nicely” but he’d chuckle when you’d gasp at him thrusting another one of his talented fingers inside of you, not quite what you’d been hoping for, but still effective

“Fuck!”

He’d pump them in and out of you slowly, mercilessly, while he’d gather all your hair to the side with his free hand, yanking it to tilt your head back slightly off the pillow so he could have better access to the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping your tender flesh there “Look at you, baby, so fucking perfect. Touch your clit for daddy, love, yeah? Wanna feel you flutter around my fingers.”

You’d immediately obey him and roll your eyes back as he’d now hit your sweet spot decidedly. He’d know just how to work your body, his heavy breathing on your temple sending shivers up your spine and you’d whine and pant trying to hold still while he’d play you like a perfectly tuned instrument.

“Want daddy’s cock, baby?” he’d ask sweetly, an edge to his voice

You nodded frantically “Yes, God yes!”

But his voice would drop low and guttural as he’d press his lips against your earlobe, so that his every word would vibrate against your skin “Then be a good girl and come for me, baby. Then I’ll slip right in and fuck you till you pass out on me. Hm? How’s that sound? Come for me, Y/N. Lemme hear you!”

“Fuck!” you panted heavily as you came violently against your own hand, but you sobered up much more rapidly than you’d have liked to, because you were almost certain you’d, in fact, screamed that last part.

You pushed yourself hastily into a seating position and pricked up your ears. You had trouble hearing anything over the sound of your own heavy panting, but finally you managed to regulate your breath and as far as you could tell, the coast was clear.

You sighed in relief, you’d probably not even said it out loud, but under the haze of your own impending orgasm it’d felt real. Fuck, he’d felt real. You were suddenly absolutely spent, you’d been tired ever since you’d arrived there, but now you felt like you could sleep through a hurricane. You sighed contentedly, snuggling in his blanket- at least you got some new “material” out of this! He fit the bill perfectly, the perfect fantasy. You trailed off into dreamland with his scent enveloping you like an embrace and you decided you were not even going to beat yourself up about how you’d managed to make it awkward right at the end.

*

You woke up to the smell of strong coffee and you kinda panicked for a second, forgetting for a moment where you were. You reached for your phone but great, the battery was dead. God only knows how much you’d slept in, by the looks of it, it clearly wasn’t early morning by any means. So you got up, did that weird thing where you brushed your teeth using your pointer finger and when you reached for your panties- just fucking great, they weren’t thoroughly dry yet. You decide to get dressed and then put them in your backpocket but just as you were buttoning up your jeans you hear a gentle rasp against the door to the bedroom.

“Yeah?” you called out

“Oh, you’re up!” a cheery Emily could be heard from the other side “Want some leftovers for breakfast, or just some coffee?”

You quickly opened the door and smiled at her, she looked like a ray of sunshine if you were being honest, and you normally hate morning people “I was promised leftovers if I stayed the night!” you pouted and she giggled in return

“Ok, dad is just heating everything up”

“I’ll be right there” you made the bed, inspecting first for any traces of evidence to your debauchery from the previous night, and then took off Harry’s shirt, folding it neatly at the edge of the bed after finishing getting your upper body dressed. You sighed. It truly was a great bed. Lucky bastard.

“Morning!”

Harry looked up at you from behind the kitchen island and your heart nearly sank to your knees. Fuck, how did he become ten times hotter over night? You could’ve sworn he was just good looking the previous night, but now your mouth was watering at the sight of his disheveled hair, a stray curl clouding his line of vision, and you could also definitely see his scruff from all the way there. He was wearing what he’d probably slept in, a crinkly Pink Floyd t-shirt, tattoos on full display, and sweats that hung low on his hips.

“G’morning. Slept well?”

You nodded, avoiding looking at him again. His voice was raspier with sleep and as he moved around, your eyes stuck to the floor, you could see he was barefoot. The rational part of your brain acknowledged the fact that this was all normal, mundane stuff but your heart rate had definitely picked up considerably just taking it all in.

“Yeah, actually. Great bed! I’d never get anything done if I had a bed like that”

Emily snorted, excusing herself when she actually projectiled crumbs of whatever she’d been chewing and your eyes widened “Oh, get your mind out of the gutter!” you smiled bashfully and saw Harry shake his head amusedly behind her, as he poured the coffee into 3 separate cups “I just meant I’d… take naps in it and, dunno, stay in bed all day and watch Netflix”

“And chill?” Harry couldn’t help but finish the iconic sentence and Emily laughed in earnest now, turning around in her chair to high five her dad. “Yeah, I got it right? She taught me what that meant” he pointed at his daughter to you and you just shook your head, feeling your face heat up. If only he knew what you’d been up to mere hours ago in that damned bed of his. You bet that’d shut him up.

Harry placed the mugs on the table “Dig in. I’ll go grab a quick shower”

“Wait, aren’t you gonna have a bite?”

“You know I’m not a breakfast person, sweetums” he kissed the top of Emily’s head and as he made his way around the kitchen table and out into the hallway you froze in your seat.

NO.

Nooooo, no, no.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you barely registered her talking. Your mind was racing. You knew you should do something, anything to prevent him from going into the ensuite and finding your panties that were still hanging over the glass separator. But what?!

“You look pale all of a sudden, is everything all right?”

“Mhm” you nodded frantically, reaching for one of the cups and shakily taking it to your mouth. You winced, it was still hot “Low blood sugar” you explained, lamely.

Shit, shit, shit! How were you ever going to look him in the eye again?

Unless you didn’t have to.

Now was your chance. You placed the mug back on the table and awkwardly stood up “Actually, I remembered I have to be somewhere…” you looked around frantically for a clock, who the fuck doesn’t own a God damn clock!? You glanced over at the microwave and even that didn’t display the time. Fuck it “...Right about now. I gotta run! So, so, sorry! Please tell your father it was nice to meet him and thanks for having me over for dinner, and I’m sorry, but I just really gotta run!”

“Oh, okay, don’t worry about it! Are you sure you should be driving though, you still don’t look too good!”

“No, yeah, I’m fine. I’ll see myself out! See you!”

You never drove off without allowing the engine to warm up a bit first but this was a fucking emergency. You backed out of that driveway pretty sure you’d left behind drift marks, like you were in GTA Vice City and the police were chasing you and it was a 6 wanted star situation, but this time, you had no cheat code and you sure as hell couldn’t drive over pedestrians or take a detour through someone’s backyard to get home sooner.

As you sped home, you kept making up scenarios in your head. Harry entered the ensuite, saw your panties just hanging there, and then what? Grimaced picking them up using the end of his toilet clogger and tossed them in the trash bin? Shook his head in disdain thinking you were well and truly desperate? Had a hearty laugh over how pathetic you were? Maybe even told his daughter all about how you came on to him and now even left your panties there for him to find? Nah, that last one was not probable, he’d spare her the embarrassment. You rested your head on the steering wheel at a red light, what the fuck was wrong with you? How could you forget to grab them on your way out of there? Stupid, stupid.

But oh well. Doesn’t matter. Not like you’d be seeing him again.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

Chapter 3

A\N: did i mention this was a slow burn? surely i must've. mehehe. ok, any guesses on what Harry's reaction was to the panties? 👀

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[messers-moony]

Help | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Daughter!Reader

Summary: At first it was for him, now everything he does is for her. 

Warnings: Rape, cursing, death, etc

Being wise comes with living. Dumbledore had lived a lot of years. Everyone knows that. The man worked his way up the hierarchy from being a Transfiguration teacher to the headmaster at Hogwarts. He was even offered a place as the Minister of Magic. What people didn’t comprehend or, rather, didn’t think about was, when living that long you realize every button to push, every nook and cranny to get your way. 

Manipulation at its finest. Now, truth be told, manipulation isn’t always evil. It can be good, per se, manipulating someone to stop doing something that’s particularly harmful - alcohol, smoking. But when used negatively, it could make everything worse. 

The Order of the Phoenix was manipulated. From beginning to end. Dumbledore convinced the young kids - naive kids - that they were safe and that’s what they needed. These kids needed reassurance that everything would be okay, and Dumbledore assured them that they were safe. 

But were they safe when the McKinnon family died? Were they safe when Fabian and Gidian Prewett died? Could James and Lily truly depend on Dumbledore to keep them safe with a newborn? 

When Sirius Black joined the order, he had one request. Just one. A linear, singular request. It was saving Regulus Black. That’s all Sirius wanted, was for his little brother to be safe. Sirius knew about Regulus being a death eater, and he needed saving. Regulus didn’t want this life, and he especially didn’t want this with a baby girl. 

He was seventeen, and he was forced. Sirius knew it. James knew it. Remus knew it. Regulus had come to the Gryffindor portrait crying on his knees, begging - no - pleading for his older brother. The Fat Lady was cursing him out for not having the password and being a Slytherin. Luckily, James heard the ruckus and ran to his aid. He was yelling for Sirius. 

“Sirius! Sirius, I need you!” James had never sounded so frantic, so panicky, “Sirius, now!”

Sirius threw the textbook on the floor. James’ voice reminded him of an alarm - crazed, loud, repetitive. The black-haired boy ran down the dorm steps, almost falling over his feet to see the portrait wide open. Everything went in a vignette, zoomed in and black around the edges. Immediately Sirius was pushing James off his little brother and embracing him tightly. 

“S- Sirius.”

Godric, he sounded so broken, “‘S okay, Reggie. ‘S okay. I got you. It’s me, Sirius. You’re safe here, Frère.”

“It- It hurts.” Regulus muttered, his voice shaky and helpless, “Need you.”

“You’re okay.” 

Sirius looked up into James’ worried hazel eyes, “C’mon. We’re bringing him up.”

“Are you mental?!”

“James, he’s my brother!”

James scowled, “He’s also a Slytherin!”

“He needs me. I’m not letting him go.” It was the first time Sirius’ voice had gone stern with James, “Either I’m sleeping out here with my brother, or you’re helping me bring him up to the dorm.”

“Fine, fine.” 

Sirius looked down at his brother, who was tucked under his chin, silver streams trailing down his flushed cheeks. His cheeks glistened with anguish and pain. His fists were balling the back of Sirius’ white button-up, tightly, stressed. 

“Reggie.” For the first time, Regulus didn’t cringe, and instead, he melted into Sirius’ warmth, “James and I are going to bring you into our dorm, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Gently Sirius helped him up, placing an arm around his shoulder. James put his other arm around his shoulder. Both boys helped the sixth year into the Gryffindor common room, getting multiple stares and glares. Regulus managed to up the stairs onto Sirius’ bed, a sniffling and trembling mess. 

James smiled gently at them, and Sirius sat beside Regulus on the edge of his bed, “What happened?”

“She- She forced me. I didn’t want to. Please, Sirius, I didn’t want this.”

“Want what?”

“She touched me.” Regulus whispered, and Sirius rubbed his back, “I- I didn’t want it….”

Sirius hesitated, “Did- Did mum have anything to do with this?”

Regulus nodded, and silent tears fell down his cheeks, “She- Mum, is the reason. I was supposed to be arranged to this woman but- but she did this and- and-“

“It’s too much.” Regulus wailed. 

Sirius held his brother close until he fell asleep. The trails of tears dried on his cheeks, and Sirius laid his head on the feathery pillow. The fleece comforter was placed over his wrinkled button-up, black pants, and socks. Regulus’ black curls contrasted the pillow, and his cheeks were a pale pink. Sirius had never felt so upset. 

Releasing a breath of air, he left the dorm room to go to the common room where the boys were sitting. James perked up, and Remus’ head was pulled into a book, a cup of tea on the table beside him. Peter was playing chess with a fellow Gryffindor across the room, not paying attention to anything but the checkered table before him. 

“Is he okay?” 

Sirius plopped beside James, “He will be.”

The silence was killing Remus to the point of his curiosity tipping over, “What happened exactly?”

“Some girl, my mum, arranged him with did something that he didn’t consent to.”

The teacup that was in Remus’ hand dropped to the carpeted floor, staining, “You’re shitting me?”

Regulus was in pain, physically and emotionally. Although the boys didn’t understand completely, they understood that Sirius’s time would be dedicated to his little brother. No matter what was going on in the wizarding world at present, Sirius’ time was needed with Regulus. 

It was nine months later. Thirty-nine weeks later. Two hundred and seventy-three days later. Left on the doorstep of the Noble House of Black’s residence was a baby girl. Orion and Walburga had left the house previously, leaving Regulus alone with Kreacher, their house elf. The baby girl was crying and helpless. 

His lifeless grey eyes met the young girl's e/c ones, and everything clicked. This was the product of his emotional pain in his sixth year. Regulus couldn’t deny the warmth in his heart looking at the young girl. Gently he leaned down to take her in his arms. A pink silk blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm despite the summer months. 

Once in his arms, the girls stopped crying. The warmth of his body and the softness in his eyes calmed her down. There was an envelope inside the baby blanket, which Regulus opened after placing the sleeping child on his lap. Essentially the letter was telling him to name the baby girl and her birthday. Along with now that the marriage was called off, she wanted nothing to do with him. 

Regulus threw the parchment to the side furiously. Despite his frustration, he picked up his daughter and smiled at her, “I dunno what to name you precious.”

The girl wrapped her hand around his thumb that had been caressing her cheek, “Y/n? I like that name.”

She smiled, and so did he, “You like that too, don’t you, précieux.”

Regulus placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead, rocking her back and forth, “I love you so much.” 

During the school year, Y/n stayed with Sirius, who was overjoyed to stay with his niece. Regulus only saw his daughter one more time before he decided it was his end. Regulus knocked on Sirius’ flat, looking utterly exhausted. Sirius answered with a big smile on his face. 

“Heya Reggie!”

Regulus struggled to smile, “Hey, Siri.”

“Come on.” Sirius beckoned, “Y/n is sleeping, but you can see her if you’d like.”

He walked in to see a door open to a small room. Inside it was painted in a pale lavender color with white furniture. Regulus walked inside to find a crib with his one-year-old girl sleeping inside. She made this so much harder. Regulus didn’t want to do this, but he needed to do it if he wished Y/n to have a safe life. 

Regulus’ arms cradled his daughter to his chest, “I love you, précieux. I love you too much to express. I know that you’ll never remember me. I’m praying that Sirius will tell you about me.”

“You’re my baby girl. You’ll always be my baby girl.” Regulus’ eyes welled with tears, “And- And I’ll be with you no matter what.”

Y/n’s eyes opened, and she smiled, being cradled in her father's arms, “Dada?” 

Regulus had tears streaming down his face, and Sirius watched from the doorway, “Yes, hi petite fille.”

She giggled, and Regulus had the brightest smile on his face; he nuzzled his nose with hers, “Dada’s here, little girl.”

He spent an hour with her. The last sixty minutes of his freedom was spent cooing and coddling. Regulus wanted to engrave her beautiful e/c eyes in his head, her soft smile, smooth skin, and fuzzy hair. Regulus placed his daughter back in the crib and kissed her forehead one more time. 

Walking back out into the living room of the flat, he saw Sirius waiting for him. Regulus didn’t make any appoint to try and sit down. That’s how Sirius knew was something wrong. He released an air of breath and dried his tears. 

“Sirius, you may have to keep Y/n with you a little longer until it’s safe, okay?”

“‘Course Reggie.”

“If- If I don’t come back-“

“Don't say that, please.”

Regulus looked at his brother solemnly, “But it’s realistic.”

“Okay, just- try to make it back.” Sirius replied. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try.” He lied, “I- I want you to tell her about me, yeah?”

Sirius chuckled, “You’re her father, Regulus. I wouldn’t not tell her.”

“Don’t let her mum take her. I don’t care what she says Y/n will be in your care.”

Sirius nodded, “One- One more thing. This may sound stupid but, teach her French?”

“Teach her French? Why?”

“It’s how I used to talk to her before seventh year started. I want her to know how to speak it. French was something I enjoyed learning, something that kept me sane at our horror house.” Regulus confessed, “I want her to learn it.”

“If it means that much to you, Reggie.” Sirius replied, and Regulus nodded, “It does.”

“Then Y/n will learn French, after English.” 

“Good.”

Regulus began walking out the door when he felt arms around him from behind and a head in the crook of his neck, “Come back alive, okay?”

“I’m gonna try, Siri.”

He never came back alive. Regulus walked toward the entrance of that cave, knowing that today he was going to die. In the start, this was for Regulus to right his wrongs. Now it’s for his daughter. If anything, Y/n deserved a happy, exciting life. Not one of pain and suffering like Regulus had. 

The Daily Prophet the next day said everything it needed to, “REGULUS BLACK DECLARED DEAD.” This was it. Regulus had inevitably left his daughter and got himself killed. Sirius cried - sobbed - for his little brother who had a child. He wept for his niece, who would grow up not knowing her father. 

Ten years later, Y/n was getting ready for her first year at Hogwarts. Sirius had introduced baby Harry with one-year-old Y/n at the time where they became best friends. Harry was gravely disappointed at his best friend leaving but excited that he’d see her the following year. 

In the bathroom, Y/n was sitting in front of the mirror with Sirius behind her. Sirius was brushing her hair, not because she couldn’t do it but because Sirius didn’t really want to let her go. After setting the brush on the counter, he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. She looked so much like him. His hands twirled through her h/c hair. 

“You look like your father.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “I- I do?”

“You do.”

“I don’t remember much from him.” Y/n stated, “I remember him calling me précieux, vaguely, which I know now is precious.”

Sirius chuckled, “He also made me teach you, French. It was one of his wishes before he- you know.”

“Why?”

“Learning French is a pure-blood thing. Regulus said it kept him sane.” Sirius answered, “I honored that even if I hated that language.”

It was silent for a while, “You know, sometimes when you’re angry, you just start ranting in French?”

“I don’t!”

Sirius laughed, “You do. You definitely do, amour.”

Y/n giggled, and Sirius began tickling her sides. Her laughter and smile were contagious, just like how Regulus’ was. Regulus had such an infectious laugh and beautiful smile. Sirius was almost glad Y/n inherited it. After tickling her, she melted into Sirius’ embrace, hugging him tightly. 

“Je t'aime, oncle Sirius.”

“Je t'aime aussi, amour.”

It was a system Sirius had created with her instead of saying, “Toujours Pur,” like his mother had made him and Regulus say. Y/n is what made him love French again. The way she swore in the language unintentionally. How she’d say the language like a native, just like her father. It meant everything to him. 

Years later. Y/n was in fifth year, and the Triwizard tournament members had just been called. Viktor Krum was called first. Then Fleur Delacour. Then Cedric Diggory. That was meant to be the finality, but nonetheless, Harry Potter’s name got called. As all the members walked into a room away from the Great Hall, Dumbledore began speaking to the worried children. 

One sentence stood out to Y/n particularly, “Help will always be given at Hogwarts for those who deserve it.”

It brought so much rage in her that she couldn’t help but speak, “That’s bullshit!”

Everyone stared with jaws slack, “My father deserved help! Hell, he needed to be saved, and here because of your bullshit, he died! My father is gone because of you and your shitty manipulative ways!”

“He may have been a death eater, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Godric, he needed saving! His own brother turned on him. So fuck you and fuck your stupid sayings. Because you aren’t a saint, and I don’t have to fall to your knees like a worthless soldier.”

Dumbledore was astonished by her attitude as she began leaving the Great Hall, “That's one hundred points from Gryffindor, Ms.Black!” McGonagall yelled. 

“Pardonnez mon français, mais je m'en fous.” Y/n yelled as she flicked off everyone in the room. 

Before she left, she turned around and faced everyone, “If anyone- and I mean anyone, touches, talks badly, or even remotely glares at Harry Potter, so help me, I won’t hesitate to hex you.”

[twancingyunhao]

How they would help you through your anxiety.

TW: lots of anxiety talk and mentions of anxiety attacks.

Just something that has been on my mind lately for some comfort with my anxiety being high. These 4 bring me extra comfort sometimes so this is my take on how they would really do that in times of anxiety.

Yunho: yunho seems like the type who would want to distract you. You'd been having a rough week at work, and felt the pressure building on your shoulders. Seeing you so stressed, and the tears that constantly threatened to spill out lately, he decided that he couldn't do it anymore. He had to take you out. And that's just what he did. A movie date with a funny movie, followed by some icecream and a trip to the local Build A Bear, where he made sure you went through the entire Heartbeat ritual. He helped you choose a comforting scent, and snuck a voice message from himself, words of encouragement in case you ever needed to hear them when he wasn't there. You guys went to a quaint cafe after for dinner and dessert, followed by a night walk at the park. When you got home, he asked if you felt a little more free. And sure enough, you did.

Yeosang: yeosang is more the one there silent supporting you. You've been stressed about school, and everything was just building up until finally you slammed your textbook shut and started sobbing. Yeosang looked up from where he sat, his heart heavy from seeing your obvious distress. He knew you would talk to him about it when you were ready, but he also knew you needed a break from studying. He stood up, grabbing your hand and walking you to the bed, turning on a simple show on Netflix to maybe try and give your brain a reprieve, and squeezing your hand softly, before you broke down crying harder into his shoulder. He let his hand brush patterns over your arm, just silently trying to reassure you. "when you're ready to talk, I'll be here." He promised with his lips against the top of your head.

San: San was a big clingy baby. But he was observant. He would see the panic in your eyes as you walked through the crowds at the market, his hand grabbing yours and trying to ground you. He'd squeeze in time with his breaths when he noticed you starting to hyperventilate, helping you restore your own breathing pattern. Navigating you through the less crowded areas, he sat you on a bench outside before kneeling in front of you and giving you a water, smiling up at you. "You made it!" He celebrated, knowing that you pushed yourself to go with him that day, and letting you hear the pride in his voice, bringing a weak smile to your own lips after knowing you managed to quell an anxiety attack with his help. You really made the dream team.

Mingi: now Mingi really is the big clingy baby. You were both sitting on the sofa, enjoying the latest episode of whatever series you'd been watching together now, when your phone rang. You groaned seeing the name of a family member you had a very estranged relationship with. Patting his thigh you got up, walking into the kitchen to take the call. When you hadn't returned after ten minutes, Mingi got worried and went in search of you. He found you with your back against the counter, sitting on the floor. Your face was buried between your knees as you tried to steady your breathing. He rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms and giving you a tight squeeze before leading you both to your bedroom. He helped you dress in less restrictive clothing, knowing when you felt like this, the looser the better. Afterwards he laid you down, running to the other side of the bed to lay next to you, pulling you I to his chest and letting you cry everything out, his hands petting your hair or rubbing your back, anything he could to give you the physical comfort needed and to let you know he was there. And he continued u til you had cried yourself to sleep, face looking relaxed after letting everything out.

[sukirichi]

“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

[taechaos]

Web of Lies

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Soyeon is honest, Taehyung is using his last breaths to tell you the truth, and Jungkook is lying. It seems that everything you know boils down to Jungkook lying.

warnings: angst, panic attack, dry humping, the TINIEST bit of fluff

word count: 4.3k

Obstacles are inevitable in relationships; there’s always something that must go wrong. They can come in the form of arguments, disagreements, actions, or people like Taehyung. One physical obstacle that always knows when Jungkook is with you.

A few days after the fight between the two close friends, Taehyung’s nose somewhat healed and Jungkook doesn’t shy away from you as frequently. What’s the point when the people he tried to hide you from found out about his relationship with you anyway? The only reason he doesn’t approach you every time he sees you is because: 1. He doesn’t enjoy being clingy; that would mean he likes being around you all the time which he refuses to admit. 2. You would probably get tired of him and stop loving him. 3. He kissed your friend who always sits next to you outside.

Now that he’s taking most of his opportunities to talk to you, and maybe kiss you, Taehyung is growing restless. Every time Jungkook is with you, so is Taehyung. Some. Fucking. How.

To name one of the busts: when Jungkook was kissing you in the university’s hallway two days ago, Taehyung popped in out of nowhere and shouted, “Get a room, you sluts!” It made for a good laugh between the students, especially when Jungkook ran after him out of the building. 

Another time is when Jungkook was watching you work in the yard and Taehyung joined you two to ask about that “one hot friend of yours”. You ended up telling him about Soyeon and Minnie while Jungkook glared at Taehyung that conveyed a clear message: Don’t. So, he didn’t. It didn’t have anything to do with getting elbowed when you weren’t looking.

It was because that would ruin the fun, and he has a sense of purpose while roaming the entire campus to make his fourth bust of the week. He’s searched the hot and empty spots, but he just can’t find the passionate couple anywhere. If he can’t keep disrupting their displays of affection, how will Jungkook get annoyed enough to spill the truth to you? You deserve that much, and if you still accept him, then Taehyung’s out of the picture.

Why can’t Jungkook see that?

For starters, one of the reasons is Jungkook is distracted and growing very irritated by the heavy stare he feels digging into his skin. Who the fuck is watching him? He thought it would be nice to keep you company in the main campus library by controlling your hand under the table over his clothed erection while you skim through your textbook for a light revision, but a pair of eyes behind a bookshelf won’t stop glaring into his soul through thick frames that he can’t see. 

He blows out a breath and screws his eyes shut. His jaw clenches and you immediately catch on, worriedly asking, “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s fucking watching me and I can’t get off,” he grits. Your cheeks heat and grow crimson when you glance down at your occupied hand, palmed by his bigger one in a tight grip. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, “we can go to my dorm, if you’d like? Whatever you want.” In an act of comfort, you stupidly start caressing his length until he stands up. 

“Gotta confront the fucker.” 

Right when he raises his foot to take a step in the direction that his senses lead him to, Taehyung joins in on the mission. “Who are we confronting?” he asks casually with an arm over Soyeon’s shoulder, who is trying to suppress a grimace at the intervention. Jungkook glances at him and then your friend before sucking his teeth and rolling his eyes.

You grin brightly at the greeting and explain, “Someone's watching him. He’s going to find the stalker.”

“Might’ve been me, oops,” Taehyung raises his brows guiltily before slumping on a wooden chair adjacent to you, looking around the spacious area that makes him feel too loud. When he notices Soyeon still standing, he tells her, “come, sit,” and pats the seat next to him. She does so timidly. “Isn’t it so wonderful—”

“Why are you here?” Jungkook interrupts, but Taehyung continues, “—that we’re forming a friend group of our own? We’re all so familiar with each other.”

“Oh, Soyeon hasn’t met Jungkook yet.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you with a scrunch of his nose. “Sure about that?” Jungkook strides behind his chair and starts massaging his shoulders; a very harsh massage that has him holding back a wince. “Oh, Kook, that’s a bit rough. Tell me, is he like this in bed too?”

You gape at him in surprise, bashful because your lover doesn’t kiss and tell, and he doesn’t look too happy about it either.

“Tae…” Jungkook snarls.

“Well, is he, Soyeon?”

The library’s silence graces your table as everyone falls quiet, if you don’t count Taehyung’s groans at Jungkook’s bruising hold that is. Soyeon’s jaw drops and her eyes widen at the sudden switch in your gaze, searching for answers from her. “That’s not funny, Taehyung,” she breaks the silence with her blunt statement.

“Don’t mind him, baby, he has brain damage,” Jungkook spits and brings a hand up to Taehyung’s hair to yank it back. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he whispers in his ear.

Your features begin to soften from its hard expression until Taehyung smiles wickedly at you. “Oh yeah, it wasn’t sex, was it? It was a tongue battle-” His voice cuts off the moment Jungkook starts choking him with his elbow, and his gags fall on deaf ears. Soyeon tries to push him off, but you’re just blank because Jungkook isn’t denying it; it was as if he was expecting it, trying to stop him all along. 

The sudden interest in your friend, the constant interruptions, the hits…

“Soyeon?” you call quietly with welling up tears. “Did you kiss him?”

Your best friend doesn’t lie, and apparently neither does Taehyung. Does Jungkook lie? You’re conflicted between living in bliss, ignoring the dying man in front of you because your boyfriend might have kissed Soyeon, and facing reality by asking the hard questions.

Her hands are still tugging on his shirt to save Taehyung, but her persistence weakens when she looks at you: guilty and… exposed? “I didn’t know it was him,” she confesses. It is indirect, and doesn’t reveal much except that she kissed the one man she wasn’t supposed to. 

“When?”

“The party,” Taehyung wheezes as he struggles against Jungkook’s arm, his nails drawing blood on his skin. His face is red from the lack of oxygen but he isn’t worried about dying.

“Oh, he put you up to this, didn’t he?” Jungkook speaks through clenched teeth to Soyeon. “They’re setting me up, and who the fuck is watching me?!” 

You stand up slowly and close your textbook with a soft thud, packing your materials so graciously. Your hands are shaking, but the tears blurring your vision don’t matter to you. Soyeon is honest, Taehyung is using his last breaths to tell you the truth, and Jungkook is lying. You sling your bag over your shoulder and trudge to the exit, counting your steps to calm down. You ignore Jungkook asking you where you’re going, Taehyung gasping for breath, and Soyeon telling him to leave you alone. It’s all muffled and you’re too sad to care.

It’s a case of he said she said, but your heart is siding with your friends with how painfully it pounds against your chest. Your trust in Jungkook couldn’t have been that fragile, could it? Why did it break with one sentence? 

Heavy footfalls follow you beyond the exit, but you’re too distracted by trying to move your legs steadily to notice. It isn’t important enough to distract you from someone calling your name though, or the light weight of a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hm?” you say without looking up, frozen in your steps.

“A-Are you okay?” A smooth voice asks.

“I’m a bit sad,” your voice cracks and wavers from holding back a meltdown, “hurt.” You want to recognize the blurred image of the man standing next to you, so you blink and a tear sheds from each eye. “I told you to never talk to me again, Jimin.” You feel overwhelmed, and yet the memory of the blackmail has little impact on your mess of emotions, but it doesn't help you feel better either.

“Sorry,” he breathes, “I still don’t understand why, but you can do the talking for me. Wh-what happened?”

“Why do you ask? So you can use that against me too?” you scoff through the lump in your throat. Confusion washes his soft features, so you add, “maybe another handjob for it?” You shrug off his hand and continue your walk of shame. 

“I-I’ve never used anything against you, what are you talking about?” He’s chasing after you and it’s a bit of help in swaying your thoughts in a different direction, and your emotions towards anger and disbelief instead.

“Does a video ring a bell? The one you threatened to leak if I didn’t touch your…” You groan to yourself and quicken your pace towards your dorm. Maybe you could mope comfortably in there without the annoying presence of an arch enemy, who is feeding you more lies than you’re capable of consuming in one day. 

“What? I never— Listen, I deleted that video the second I received it. Whoever told you that was lying, please!”

It seems that everything you know boils down to Jungkook lying. His love was a lie too, apparently. Maybe the Jungkook you know is just one big fat lie who can’t seem to tell you the truth in any moment you’ve been with him. How many times do you need to hear from others and yourself that Jungkook is lying?

“I know,” you whimper and run off.

Once Taehyung catches his breath after coughing for a minute straight with a fresh bruise blossoming on his neck, he interrupts the hushed argument between Jungkook and Soyeon by asking, “Where’d she go?”

“I don’t know, but you’re going straight to hell once I fucking kill you for good,” Jungkook fumes with flushed cheeks. 

“If you die by murder, you go straight to Heaven. How do you not know this?” His voice is low from the assault and his throat aches, but he still attempts to lighten the mood. 

“I swear to fucking God, Taehyung—” Jungkook stops his threat when he sees Soyeon sneakily walking away. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“Air,” Soyeon vaguely answers.

“Bullshit.” Jungkook tries to go after her, wanting to be the first to find your dorm so she doesn't say more about that night, but Taehyung holds onto his wrist to stop him. 

“She needs time—”

“Fuck off.”

When Jungkook begins to walk off after yanking off his hand, Taehyung immediately searches around the room and takes out a pen from a cup on the reception desk before jumping Jungkook from behind just as he was about to leave. They struggle against each other and start rolling around, but Taehyung is driven by adrenaline as he grounds himself on top of him. He holds him down with his legs and uncaps the pen to start writing on his forehead.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Everyone in the library peeks at the commotion due to Jungkook’s loud yell, but neither of them pay mind as he tries to move away from the pen.

“See if she takes you seriously with dick written on your forehead,” Taehyung chuckles before sprinting off with him hot on his tail. Jungkook is stronger, but Taehyung is much faster as he loses him pretty quickly by hiding in an occupied lecture hall. The professor looks at him questioningly but he thinks fast and breathlessly asks the students, “Is Jeon Jungkook here? The headmaster is looking for him.” Some people search for him, but when no one makes a peep, he escapes the room and Jungkook’s wrath.

Now to go to your dorm before Jungkook scrubs off the ink…

“I didn’t know his name,” Soyeon murmurs while fidgeting with her fingers. When she came in the room, you were muffling your sobs with your pillow and all she saw was your jerking shoulders. She tried to comfort you, to hug you, but you weren’t exactly being friendly, and the setting is pretty much the same except she’s sitting on your bed while you still cry. “I asked people what he looked like, but it was just a description of every guy in the room. He wasn’t around for them to point at, and so I thought maybe he didn’t come. Then this guy kisses me on this couch, feels guilty about it, and tells me his name. I-I didn’t know it was Jungkook. He left for you anyway…”

Her attempt at consolation is fruitless because it only makes you cry harder. She rubs your back soothingly before standing up. “I’ll check up on you later. Let me know if you need anything, okay?” You nod against your stained pillow. 

The moment she opens the door, Taehyung’s fist misses her head by an inch. “Oops,” he says before gently pushing her aside by her shoulder and entering. His eyes fall on your fetal position first thing and he pouts at you. “Aw, baby—”

“She doesn’t want to talk right now.”

“I’m good company,” he dismisses her with a flick of his wrist, “you can go.”

She rolls her eyes before shutting the door, and it’s only you and him now. Your hiccups fill the room as he sadly watches you, a quiet sigh leaving his mouth. “I tried to tell you. Well, I tried to get him to tell you.”

“Y-You said,” you snivel against the sheet, “th-that he was whipped for me.”

I said that to get you to open up. Even in his head it sounds cruel, so he rethinks his response with a grimace. “Jungkook told me he liked you.” Maybe shifting the blame wasn’t exactly much better, especially since he told him that after the claim, but you have enough on your plate.

“H-He told me he loved me,” you hiccup, releasing your death grip on the poor pillow. It’s a mask rather than a silencer now. Taehyung widens his eyes to himself and purses his lips. He takes Soyeon’s former seat and turns you on your back. His heart sinks a little when he sees your face: red nose, heavy lids, bloodshot eyes and quivering lips with messy hair. You look really pretty to him right now. “He lies so much. H-He even made me give Jimin a handjob.”

“Made you?” he repeats with his thumb drawing circular patterns on your collarbone. 

You nod. “It’s a long story, and I don’t want to talk about it. It was horrible.”

His brows furrow at your tone. “That’s so fucked up... Man, you need to avoid him.”

“Jimin?”

“Jungkook. That’s too twisted, even for him. You’re an angel…” his palm reaches for your cheek and his thumb continues its soothing motions. “You didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you,” you mouth and fresh tears brim as you try to swallow. It feels like you’re sick all over again, except there’s no misunderstanding to clear this time. He wipes a stray teardrop and smiles down at you; it’s a relaxing gesture. You close your eyes and hold onto his wrist, snuggling into his warm hand.

“I sound really cheesy, don’t I?” he chuckles. “Can’t lie, wish I had someone call me an angel after I caught my ex cheating on me.”

An involuntary giggle erupts from your mouth at his joke. “You’re an angel, Taehyung. An angel in disguise.” You peek at him before fluttering your eyes shut again. A pursed smile graces his lips, and he’s convinced he isn’t interested in you romantically, that it was just an invisible force drawing him closer to you, that he wasn’t the one aiming for your lips until a pound on the door resounds in the room.

You flinch away from his hand and he pulls back instantly; both of your heads shoot to the source of the noise. 

“Open up!” Jungkook yells and continues fisting the door. “Open the fucking door!” Taehyung holds a finger against his lips, signalling you to stay silent until he leaves. “I want to talk. Open the door… please.” Neither of you say anything.

“Fine,” he agrees, “don’t talk. I’ll talk, but at least give me a sign that you’re here.” Before Taehyung can stop you, you rush to the door and knock once. You hear him slide down the door, presumably leaning his back against it and sitting on the floor. “Okay. I’m sor— They were lying—” you slam your fist against the door in denial. “Okay! But they weren’t telling the whole truth back there. I was um… on drugs. I was really fucking high, okay?”

“Yet your high-self still managed to yell at me! Clearly you weren’t high out of your mind,” you snap menacingly. He flinches at your sudden shut-down; he’s never heard you yell at him before, nor has he ever been the victim of your anger. It makes his heart drop.

“That was like, three hours after I got high! I was practically sober, plus, you weren’t talking to me that day!”

“I had lost my voice! I didn’t want you to get sick—"

“I DIDN’T FUCKING KNOW THAT!” 

He gulps at your silence and inhales a deep breath to calm down. He hears you sniffle on the other side. “I-I didn’t know that. You wouldn’t kiss me, wouldn’t talk to me, and I didn’t know why. I thought you stopped loving me and… that really upset me.” He sighs to himself because he’s never opened up so honestly and it’s difficult, but he doesn’t exactly have a choice. It just feels so embarrassing.

Taehyung opens the window of your dorm and climbs out. You don’t see or hear it happen, too invested in your argument to even remember his existence. “Do you remember what I told you the night we did it for the first time?”

His face scrunches as he tries to replay the events beside the sex. The corner of his lip tugs upwards when he recalls you calling him a slut, but he’s still clueless as to why you’re bringing it up. You don’t leave him in the dark for long. “I told you I wouldn’t forgive you a second time.” He gnaws on his lip as his palms feel clammy with nervous sweat. 

“W-We weren’t dating then,” he tries to justify. “I didn’t need forgiveness then. You’re so unfair!” He stands up and knocks with his fist again. “Let’s talk it out face to face, I’ll explain everything. You’re putting me at a disadvantage! Don’t you want clarity? Don’t you want this to work out?!” He starts chanting your name when you don’t answer. “I will break down this fucking door if you don’t open it,” he doesn’t sound nearly as intimidating as he usually does when threatening; he sounds more like he’s a second away from breaking down himself. “No, no… please. I-I’ll kiss another girl if you break up with me! You don’t want that, right? So just open the door.” 

His tough façade crumbles the longer you ignore him, and he can’t believe the heavy weight he feels all over his body wants to leave in the form of tears. It stings in his eyes but he doesn’t dare let them fall. “You’re so fucking cruel!” He twists the door handle violently; desperately. A dry sob escapes him as he kicks the door one last time. “Oh God, oh God…” he tries to breathe but it doesn’t enter his lungs. It’s like being choked with a noose as he gasps and a tear runs down his cheek. His wheezes become so loud that you start hearing them and grow concerned.

You consider the possibility that it’s one of his tactics, trying to manipulate you, but you open the door anyway. It’s a slight crack and you barely get a look at him before he pushes it open completely and forces his way in. He sits on your bed and his shoulders hunch, breaths still shallow. “I didn’t mean it. I don’t like her, never did, I only— I was mad, and I couldn’t go through with it, and I’ve never shown you affection b-because I’ve only ever received it from you—” you hush his rambling with a hug, but he continues with his head against your stomach anyway, “I’ve never been in a relationship and I’m a fucking mess and I understand why you wouldn’t want to be with me, but please don’t leave me. I’ll do my homework, I’ll stop being mean, I won’t even talk if you don’t want me to, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“Jungkook…” you trail in shock. “I’m here. Take a deep breath.” When he tries, it’s so shaky that it makes you tear up for the umpteenth time. You’re a mess with him. “In and out, love, in and out.” You would do it with him like an instructor, but it’s not possible when he’s squeezing your waist so tightly. It takes a few minutes for him to relax his grip and he looks up at you pitifully. “It’s okay,” you assure and pet his hair, “you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” he exhales. “I mean… I realized that night, that I only want to be with…”

“I get it,” you whisper to comfort him, knowing he has struggles with expressing himself, but he doesn’t stop. He wants to get it off his chest, and he quietly tells you, “I kissed another girl when I wanted to make you jealous, and then another to forget. I don’t want to do that, I mean I only want to kiss… you.”

You initiate it first by leaning down to peck his lips, and you don’t pull away too far. You peck him again, and then start kissing him. He’s never been this slow with you before, but the panic attack must have drained him. It’s the way that he doesn’t immediately turn it heated with the intent of taking it to the third base that warms your heart. He’s hesitant and taking his time, mindful of your reactions because you’re in control for once. You’re aware of how vulnerable he is being with you, and he conveys that with the gentle press of his lips. 

He whimpers into the kiss, and it’s so quiet and mournful that you lean back but he chases after you. He doesn’t want to stop like you’d assumed, so you place your knees on either side of him and hover over his thighs. Even his hands are hesitant as he lightly sits you down on his lap by pulling your waist. You smile against him and with his submission, you swipe your tongue across his lip. He opens for you. You roll your tongue around his, and he eventually begins to suck on yours. There’s a pit in your stomach that confuses you; is it arousal? Flattery? You feel so special because you know he hasn’t been like this with anyone else; so powerless and passive.

It’s passionate. You inch your body a little closer to him and he grunts when you brush against his crotch before settling down. This isn’t about sexual needs, and you don’t treat it as such but your body has a mind of its own with its constant shuffling that turns him on. He doesn’t want to feel that way, but his hips have a subtle way of thrusting beneath you. His hums rumble and you kiss him harder, losing all your senses except for the warmth of his skin. You don’t notice him controlling the movement of your hips because he’s taking it slow, and you don’t need to know why he’s quietly moaning into you.

At least no one’s watching him now. 

You pull back in surprise when he groans loudly, and you know he’s back to himself as his actions grow rough. You’re practically jumping when he grinds on you with his spit all over your mouth because of his explorative tongue. From past experience, you’ve figured out that Jungkook is more honest when he’s in the heat of the moment, so you inquire against his lips, “Why did you lie to me about Jimin?”

“That fucking freak,” he growls, “I needed a reason to get you to hate him. He didn’t stop you when it happened, did he?” 

Still manipulative. “Will you do the same with Taehyung?”

“No, I,” his thrusts slow down, “I’m gonna, err…” He looks at you for help.

“You’re gonna be a good boy and talk things out with him, right?”

“Right,” he breathes, “talk.” He slams his lips against yours again, and it’s not long before he sighs at his climax with your cooperation. There’s a small patch growing on his pants through his underwear, and he cusses when he notices it. He pecks you one last time before hugging you and laying on the bed, cuddling you like a blanket. “Do you forgive me?” 

You rest your head on his chest and feel his pulse to contemplate. He brings a hand up to your hair and starts running his fingers through it, unbothered by your lack of answer. “I’ll make it up to you,” he says. “Do you…” he clears his throat, “do you maybe want to have dinner with me?”

“Like a date?” you tease with a grin.

“Yes.”

“There’s my answer,” you lift your head to wink up at him. “But if you test me again, I’ll break your heart just as you did mine. Don’t worry though,” you whisper, “I’ll never leave you.”

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”