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lavendermunson · 11 months

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burning desire - eddie munson

summary Bad luck follows you everywhere, but thank god you have professor Eddie to make your days better even if it's a halloween party.

tags +18 professor!Eddie, older!Eddie, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30's and reader is on her early 20s) everything is consensual. mutual pinning, alcohol, reader gets a cut from a glass on the floor but nothing to worry about. no use of y/n. MINORS DNI PLEASE, spanking, fingering, daddy kink, cum eating, orgasm denial if you squint. slight dom!Eddie, sub and virgin afab!reader. size kink. if i missed anything tell me

w.c 3.2k

a/n yes i spiraled, yes im projecting because i got reader the same costume i had and yes i went nuts enjoy!

You’ve finally stopped making a fool of yourself in front of him.

The first embarrassing incident happened when you smacked your arm against the classroom door because you were too distracted looking at him, waving your hand goodbye. Little did you know that the door would slam into your arm, courtesy of some basketball jock making a speedy escape to join his friends.

On that day a little whimper escaped from your lips, immediately grabbing his attention. He’d been watching you closely since the start of the semester, always finding excuses for you to stay after class, just to be close to you and look at you, admiring your features and getting lost in your cleavage. That time was the perfect opportunity for him to finally touch you.

“Oh… no, c’mere,” he said with a softness in his voice that he always uses when he talks to you. You got closer, allowing him to take your arm with his large, warm hand and gently massage the pain away trying to comfort you. “I’ll make sure that guy fails his final, don’t worry” he reassured with a wink, causing your hands to nervously fall into your lap as both of you leaned on the wood of his desk.

The attention from him felt good, and well, he was so handsome. Even if he did have a couple of years on you, he possessed a boyish look, his youthful charm was intact, and his curly hair glows every day you see him. And those rings adorning his fingers, his ring finger still missing one, you always knew he was single, all the other teachers always tried to flirt with him in the hallways.

“No, it’s my fault. I got distracted” you whispered. As if you were doing something wrong, he is only here to help.

His brows meet at the center of his face, a frown showing on his forehead.

“Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault sweetheart” His fingers slid from your arm to your hands, he took your hands with his. A tingling sensation ran up your thighs as his fingers brushed against the exposed skin beneath your skirt. “There you go, feeling better?”

All you could manage to do was nod, pulling away. Your mind was racing with impure thoughts, and your cheeks were growing warmer and warmer each time.

“Yes, thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Be careful!” he says, with his gaze still glued at you.

That’s how you left his classroom that day, and the next day, you decided to skip his class. It was too much for you, even if it felt so good and it was so wrong, so unprofessional from both sides as the sexual tension grew each time you two talked.

The second time you show your clumsy self is at the library, you are searching for books to prepare for an essay. Suddenly a book fell and landed just right on your head.

“Ouch,” you muttered, dropping to your knees to pick up the book. But as you reached for it, you heard a chuckle.

“Sweetheart, what happened this time?” His grin was even bigger than the last time, his hands resting on his pockets only showing his big watch on his wrist. It’s shiny, expensive, and squeezed around so perfectly matching his imposing figure. “I did warn you to be more careful”

You looked up, meeting his beautiful brown eyes. You felt a blush wash over your face, head resting on your pretty pink cheeks. He was so close, his scent hugging you in an instant.

“You look so, so pretty on your knees”

That was all it took. You swallowed hard, your core aching, desperately looking for a place to sit to relieve the tension.

“It’s like I always come to rescue you. Not that I don’t love it but you have to agree, I have a sixth sense when it comes to you”

He picked up the book and handed it to you. You took it, still on the floor with barely any space between you and Eddie. He extended a hand to help you up, and as you got up, he wrapped his arm around your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Thank you, Mr. Munson,” you can only get lost in his big brown eyes, you glance at his lips and back to lock your gaze on his.

“How many times have I told you to call me Eddie?”

“I-it feels wrong” you replied, frozen in your place. Your shoulders are too tense and your breath growing quicker.

“It’s not wrong, especially when it feels so good” He turned you around, his hand that had rested on your waist now on your shoulder, along with his other hand pushing your hair out of the way. Getting a look at your neck, and your sweet vanilla perfume makes him relax. “I hope to see you tomorrow. Don’t you dare skip my class again,” he whispered in your ear, trailing his fingers along your neck before fixing the strap of your dress that fell off your shoulder and walking away. Leaving with a teasing smile you only noticed when you turned around quickly.

And that brings you to the third time, not expecting what your night would look like but definitely thanking your clumsiness for it.

You had arrived at a massive Halloween party in a house borrowed by your friend’s boyfriend for the night, while his sister was away on her honeymoon. She must be having the best time of her life at the same time her home is invaded by college drunks and some people from the neighborhood, looking for someplace to ruin on this spooky night.

People were dancing, drinking, playing, and kissing. There were some people at the pool and the house was a mess. Broken alcohol bottles are broken everywhere, and your shiny red shoes stomp on them to crush them even more.

Of course, you had chosen to wear a sexy outfit, embodying none other than Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. You had a short, sexy bly and white plaid dress, with a fluffy white skirt underneath for added volume. Your ponytails sat on your shoulders, adorned with red lace.

The alcohol in your veins gave you a boost of confidence as you danced and attracted the attention of guys. Your mind was no longer fixated on Eddie, and you were enjoying the distractions.

However, the spinning on the dance floor left you feeling dizzy, and you eventually looked for a place to sit down on the stairs. When your leg brushed against the stairs a piece of glass left a scratch, and you cursed under your breath. The pain shot through you, and a tear of frustration rolled down your cheek.

Trying to find a bathroom available to clean yourself up, your head started to hurt. A tear of desperation runs down your cheek and as the hosts scream at everyone to get outside for a drinking contest by the pool, the first floor of the house seems to be empty.

You get annoyed, trying to find a drink when someone gets closer to you. He is dressed as Zorro with a mask and a hat that hides his face, but if you weren’t too obsessed with him you might’ve thought he was a stranger.

“Sweetheart, what happened now?”

He looks at your pouty lips. His fingers gently touch your chin.

“I, uh, cut my leg, and it kind of hurts. Everyone is busy fucking, so I couldn’t find a room or a bathroom to clean it and…“ You slur your words, desperation showing in the way you try to keep yourself together.

“I have a first aid kit at my place. Let me take care of you”

He notices the pout on your lips that never seemed to fade and takes your hand, squeezing it to give you comfort. “My place is just across the street. Come with me.”

“You live in one of these huge houses all by yourself?”

He chuckles, a grin showing on his lips. Half of his face still remains covered “Yes, but tonight, I won’t be alone”

You follow him, crossing the street and entering his house. The alcohol has now left your body and you become aware of your surroundings. Yet, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, it still feels wrong but his house hugs you welcome like a warm hug. You go up to his room and stay there, close to his bed while he goes to the bathroom to find the first aid kit.

When he returns, his hat and mask are missing. Letting his face show all his glory… and that grin he always has when you are around. Your hands shake, you get nervous because of him, and you know that if he touches you again, you won’t be able to walk away from him.

He sits on his bed and gestures for you to come closer. Your mind instantly tells you to sit as close as possible to him.

“I can’t see your cut like that, lay on me and I’ll help you”

You obey. Because it’s so easy and so exciting to follow his voice. You lay on top of his lap, your cheek touching his sheets as you feel his thighs under you. You try to relax your body even when lust washes over you.

“May I start touching you now? He asks. “To get this cut clean and put a band-aid”

You nodded. “You… yes, do what you need to do Eddie ” And you only hope he takes it as a yes, touch me all you want. Not even your filthiest dreams could make this scenario possible.

He laughs, taking it as an invitation to touch you however he pleases. Noticing you took his word and called him by his first name, finally.

“Don’t move, I’ll be gentle with you”

He is. His fingers grazed your leg as he cleaned the cut an inch below your ass, so there was no need to adjust your dress. The cold sensation of the alcohol-soaked gauze makes you jump a little, and you close your eyes, letting out a soft whimper.

“Sorry, sorry. Almost finished” He says, continuing to clean the cut, listening to your honey-covered whimpers. “Sweetheart, I told you to be more careful, but I'd hate it if anyone else took care of you but me. I told you I have a sixth sense”

“You do… thank you” you reply, your voice muffled. Trying to keep the side of your head pressed against his sheets, looking for the cold parts to ease your flushed face and the heat that stayed on it.

“I’m done,” he says, after placing a band-aid on the cut and giving your leg a soft squeeze.

“Can I stay like this for a moment?” you ask, not wanting him to see your flushed cheeks. You feel comfortable around him, especially when he starts to take care of you.

“Absolutely, anything you want”

He continues to caress your legs, inching closer and closer to your ass. His cold rings send shivers through your body, and the ache between your legs doesn’t seem to fade away.

“I saw you dancing with those guys. I have to admit I got jealous” he confessed.

“Did you?” you ask.

“Yes. I think about you all the time, it doesn’t help when you get close to me and I have to control myself” Somehow the room feels hotter, the side of his sheets where you rest didn’t cool down. “I should be the one dancing with my body pressed to you”

“I-I like it when you get close to me. Just you.” your voice becomes softer, while you feel out of breath. You can’t help but feel needy, his hands on your legs torture you in a sweet way. “Yes. I’m sorry”

“Oh? you feel sorry. Sweetheart, maybe you need to learn a lesson so that can’t happen again”

“Yes. Maybe I need to be punished” Your heart beats faster this time, hoping you didn’t kill the mood and he feels the same way about you.

Eddie’s lips form the widest grin he’s ever had. “I think you do”

One of his hands moves your dress away to reveal your ass. Your pretty pink cotton panties rest on you, and he swears he is in heaven. His other hand comes to rest in your ass and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“I need you to count baby. If you miss a number I’ll start over... Can you do that f'me”

His voice grows sexier, and your excitement makes you sigh, letting all the air trapped in your lungs. The nerves go away, your body yearns for his touch now more than ever.

“Yes, yes I can. I’ll be good”

His hand leaves your ass, and you miss the warmth of his touch. He takes a few seconds after smacking his hands against your skin. It doesn’t hurt, but it stung in a way that felt so good.

“I didn't hear you, sweetheart”

You shake your head, regaining focus. The wetness pooling between your legs. “One” you mutter, your fingers graze his soft sheets.

“Good, good girl”

He smacks your buttcheek again “Two” then, “Three” By the time it comes to five, you can’t hold back a moan and Eddie’s cock twitches on his pants.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, don’t hide them from me, baby”

“Six.. seven… eight” you breathe out, shutting your eyes as the burning feeling grows.

“I think that’s enough. You’ve learned” His fingers caress the pink mark on your skin, a handprint slowly inked on it. “You okay?”

You nod. Eddie’s fingers travel up to your waist, helping you twist your body so you can sit on his lap. Your gaze locks on his, he takes your jaw over his big hand, slowly rubbing your cheek.

“Can I kiss you? Please” you say, eyes glassy from before. He couldn’t help but melt, you looked so adorable and he didn’t want this night to end.

“Sweet, pretty and polite. You are such a dream, baby”

He kisses you, one of his hands now resting on the small of your back to hold you in place, and his other hand finds your thighs. Your lips are as soft as he imagined, your cherry chapstick mixed with the taste of beer sent tingles to his hard cock.

“Can I?” he whispers over your lips as he motions his head to your legs waiting for your consent.

“Please” you whine.

“Use your words, sweetheart” he waits for your answer, his heart thumps faster than ever.

“Touch me, touch me, daddy, please please”

He takes his nickname as a surprise, something he has never been called before but felt so good.

“You look so cute when you beg, good girl”

His fingers easily open your legs after you were clenching around nothing, rubbing your thighs to search for some kind of relief. His fingers get close to your core, you moan as he touches the wet patch between your legs and bites your bottom lip in the middle of the kiss.

“Touch me, touch me” you cry, he knows you are already so putty on his arms and wants to tease a little bit more.

“Someone is needy,” he chuckles. “Easy, easy baby”

His hands travel up to get the waistband of your panties, ripping them apart with his strong hand. The elastic bumps against your skin and once they are broken they fall to the floor. You moan again, clenching around nothing and begging him to touch you.

“Have you ever…”

“No” you shake your head, your lips forming a pout.

“Do you want to? Trust me, I'm going to take care of you. I always do”

“I trust you” you whine, begging him to do something about it. “I want to”

His hand comes to your pussy. He collects your wetness with his fingers and goes up up up until he reaches your clit. He applies pressure on it and you close your eyes, his middle finger massaging your little bundle of nerves getting more breathy moans from you.

“How does that feel?” he asks, knowing your head is all over the place as your body fills with pleasure.

“Good… I need more” you manage to whisper, begging for something more to ease the burning feeling in your core. “Please, daddy”

He replaces his index finger with his thumb, and then his point fingers massage and tease your hole as you bite your lip in anticipation. He feels you relax on his arm and can no longer hold you, he moves your body so your back gets pressed against his chest. Your ass touches his hardened cock and you rock your hips involuntarily with two fingers already inside you.

“Pretty baby, so wet for me”

Eddie tempts the skin on your neck leaving wet kisses. He tastes your perfume and your sweat all mixed together, he moans against your skin and decides to suck on the delicate skin knowing that it’s going to leave a mark.

“There, so anyone can see who you belong to. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, yes. Mark me please”

He continues to nibble on your skin while his digits feel softer as he pulls in and out of you, you chant his name like a prayer and can feel your back aching. Missing the pressing on his chest, he focuses on the way you rub against his dick.

“You look so fucking hot, taking my fingers so well baby”

His praise only gets you even more wet. You clench around his fingers and he decides to add a third one.

“Stretching out so nicely, baby. Can’t wait for you to feel my cock, I don’t think it will fit right away”

You imagine his big cock as the third digit bumps into your walls, he curls his fingers inside you hitting the right spot.

“Daddy, please… I’m need to-”

“I know baby, you need to cum but hold it for me. You can do it, you are doing it so well sweetheart”

Eddie quickened his pace, no longer being gentle with your pussy. He moves his fingers in and out faster, the massage on your clit as his thumb presses slightly harder against it.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. Let me cum please please please- Oh” you feel your legs tremble, your tummy can hold it anymore but you try so hard. Eddie notices the change in your voice.

“Okay, baby, cum now. Make a mess on my fingers, soak them, baby”

You cum hard, the first time doing it and you can’t seem to stop. Eddie keeps his hands glued to you, he feels your cum soak his fingers as he pulls them out, he moans at the sight of the mess you made. A wave of hot air hits your cheeks, his thumb rubbing your clit as you come back from your climax.

“That felt so good” you turn your body to face him, his fingers resting on his tongue as he sucks his fingers clean and moans at the sweet taste of you. You bite your lip, noticing his lips covered in your juices along with his spit.

“You did so good, and good girls get a reward”

“I want one. I need you, don’t let me go” you beg.

“Oh baby, I'm never letting you go”

He kisses you again, carrying you over to the top of his bed. Your back hits the sheets and he climbs over you.

“I got you, baby, I got you”

my kinktober piece for you i hope you love it, feedback is appreciated! don't forget to REBLOG TO SUPPORT THE AUTHOR! ♡

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cottoncandyswisherz · 2 months

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the sidequest

nick x male!reader (obviously)

warnings: nothing

it was graduation night. THANK GOD. nick was in the backyard of someone he did not know with his friends, taking in the feeling of finally being free from the chains of high school when he felt a tap on his shoulder. immediately frightened, he let out a shriek and turned around swiftly.

"holy shit! why are you screaming?!" you asked, having been shocked by him yourself.

"why the fuck would you creep up behind me like a fucking psychopath?!" nick asked his own question in his defense.

"i don't know but why are we yelling?"

this made nick come to his senses and he began taking you in bit by bit, examining every feature he had access to.

tall. black hair. brown eyes. pretty teeth. slight stubble.

he was snapped out of his thoughts by his friends laughing and telling him they'd find him later.

no crushes on the most obvious straight guy, nick. NONE!

you decided to go back to your original approach, trying to be suave and cool. "look, im sorry for scaring you." you flashed a smile and stuck your hand out as an olive branch. "i'm y/n."

nick hid his attraction to your smile by looking at you quizzically and accepting your handshake. "nick."

"i know who you are." you laughed. "you were in my english class first semester."

nick arched an eyebrow and "so why are you just now speaking to me?"

"because when alahna was telling you about how cameron brinks ghosted her, you said, and i quote "i'd never talk to the bums at this school." so i figured, since i don't go to this school anymore, i can get to know you." you flashed yet another smile.

"so.... youre.... a homosexual?" nick was in shock. this couldn't be happening. this HAD to be satire.

"i believe they call it 'gay' these days." you laughed at his wording. "but if that how you wanna put it, then yes, nick. im a homosexual."

fuck. the way you said his fucking name....

nick was ripped out of his thoughts.

"so... would you wanna make a side quest with me? i gotta go to 7/11 for cups because i'm the only sober one and the dummies wanna play beer pong."

"uh..." nick turned to look at his brothers and friends who were all in their own conversation without him. fuck it we ball. "sure but you hav to drive because i don't have a license."

"youre 18 with no license?"

nick rolled his eyes. "don't piss me off, you were doing great."

"oh i was?" you smirked and lifted an eyebrow, stepping closer to him.

nick felt an assault on his senses and he inhaled in shock at your close proximity. but he only made matters worse when he smelled your cologne.

subtle. woodsy.

he had to get the fuck away from you.

"okay just let me go tell them i'm leaving for a second." he said quickly, then walked away promptly.

he walked up to his group, who were laughing about something that was probably so idiotic. when he approached them, they immediately stopped what they were doing and waited for nick to go on a tangent about the attractive guy he was just getting friendly with.

but he didn't. he simply said, "we're going to 7/11. what do you want?" and of course he was met with an array of requests that he couldn't keep up with so he groaned and said "just text the groupchat."

five minutes later and nicks in the passenger seat of a vehicle with someone he'd just met, and he couldn't even bring himself to care.

y/n connected the bluetooth and hit shuffle on his playlist but turned the volume to barely audible.

so he wants to talk....

"so rate your personal 'just graduated high school' experience."

"definately a 10/10. me and my brothers have a youtube channel so now that we're done with school we can fully focus on that."

"yeah, i heard about that. you guys are pretty big right?"

"i mean we have a plaque so..."

y/n laughed at the confirmation.

they rode in blissful ignorance of the rest of the world. talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time.

"no, planet her is superior to scarlet in everyway" y/n argued.

"you have to be joking. scarlet was her comeback. it was proof that she still has it and doesnt give a fuck about the haters who claim to be supporters."

"true. i guess it all depends on how you view music." y/n spoke. "when i'm listening to music i'm looking for relatability. i think i just relate to planet her more right now because it has everything, turn up music, sad music, and that's where i'm at right now... all over the place."

"you can fucking say that again." nick agreed. "i have no idea what the fuck is going on most of the time."

time went on and it seemed like 7/11 was a forgotten dream between the two.

"i'm a d1 ranch hater..." nick admitted after they'd stopped for nuggets and y/n asked for ranch as his dipping sauce.

"fucking psycho"

and that was the end of that debate.

"where do you think you'll be in 10 years?" y/n asked.

"um.. hopefully alive, yknow? that would be ideal."

"right."

"i hope i'm more independent. i wanna have more personal experiences that don't have anything to do with matt or chris." y/n just nodded because his sister was four years younger than him so he couldn't relate, but he wanted nick to know that he understood. "and i pray i'll have gotten my license. um.... i want a house, just by myself. i want to just have my own space. maybe a dog... i don't really know."

"what kind of dog?"

"something small. i have one now, his names trevor."

"i have a pit. her names roxie and she's the laziest creature known to man."

nick laughed at that. "no trevor's lazy too. but he's older now so i guess he's earned the lazy bum title."

"true that."

finally they reached 7/11.

it wasn't that cold outside because it was the end of may but it was a bit windy, which nick vocalized, resulting in y/n taking off his hoodie and handing it to him.

i know you think this was a cute gesture but you're wrong. it was a sexy gesture.

when y/n raised his arms, his shirt rode up a bit, so nick could see the bottom of his stomach and the small tuft of hair leading to the waistband of his sweats damn near had nick foaming at the mouth.

"here." y/n handed nick the hoodie, snapping him out of his vulgar thoughts.

entering the store nick and y/n went their separate ways, y/n getting the cups and nick getting the snacks for his friends. when they got to counter nick waited for y/n to pay for the cups only to be told, "put your stuff on the counter."

and that was that.

back in the car, they didn't really talk. just listened to music and sat in a comfortable silence.

when nick and y/n got back to the party, nicks group was curious to know what the fuck went on in the hour they were gone and y/ns friends wanted to know why he took an hour to get solo cups. so they went their separate ways and continued having fun with their friends.

but the rest of the night, nick couldn't forget the fact that y/n never asked for his number or anything so how the fuck were they ever gonna talk again.

and they had to talk again.

but y/n never came up to him. never even looked in his direction.

and my the time nick sent the "my crew let's go!" text to the groupchat, he'd convinced himself that this awesome guy he'd just went on an adventure with was a one time experience.

until...

niyah speaks sum slight finally did my taglist guys yaya

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @jnkvivi @sturnsslut @zniyadgaf @koilaniazul @thisisntmattsturniolo @nyktoxs-lover @l0akkzz

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic

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honouredsatoru · 1 year

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pornstar!satosugu with neighbors you : you were that cute little thing that lived next door and that got them so riled up they could barely go a day of work without fucking a costar to the thought of you.

when they get you you go through a series of events in which you get godlike sex ?? the thing is they forget that you're not built like them and it shows most when they decide to bet on which one can make you cum the most ??? they'll have you fucked out on the bed, desperate to be freed because you think that if the keep going you'll die but they're not stopping because they keep on one upping the other ??

like you're shaking, pussy throbbing and still processing your previous orgasm when you see geto kneel in front of the bed because he's about eat you out AFTER GOJO JUST REARRANGED YOUR GUTS ??? and when you cum, he's not done, he's between your thighs plowing your cervix and your sweet spot so much, you won't walk for a few days. when you try and run away from his dick, he grabs you by the ankles and slams you against his cock ??

"stop. fucking. moving. I'm not done with your little cunt, princess. you'll give me one more and then I'll see. but that pussy stays stuffed until i say otherwise. don't make me spank you, you dirty little cockslut."

and you shake harder, feeling so exposed when gojo gets closer, watching his best friend fuck you raw and rough.

"look at what you're doing to her suguru, fucked her so stupid shes running away from you like her pussy wasn't creaming all over you. she's adorable ain't she ?? can't even think straight"

I... don't know who you are but all I can say is, I love this so much. Oh my god. Pornstar!satosugu who can't stop stuffing you with their girthy, veiny cocks, your neck and chest filled with love bites and marks, as they fucked you one last time, for the night by the way, they unloaded their cum all over you, focusing on your face and your tummy. Once they are done, these two just sit back to admire their work of art as you laid on the mattress, like the breathlessly sweet fuck doll you are. And for the next few days, they take good of you, babying their favourite beautiful, precious neighbour.

Ohhh. If your body is much smaller than theirs, I can see them developing a size kink because of you. Who knows? They might even move you in with them, keeping you to themselves.

p/s : sooooo sorry for this extremely late answer to you, anon 😭 i remember asking people to send me tokyo rev/jjk smut asks. im finally back-ish?? now the jjk2 is close to coming out and i am close to my semester break.

#lilithspeaks #honouredsatoru #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #getou suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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tsukiboo · 2 years

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collegeboy!eren who’s replayed this scene in his head since the first day of class, you walking up to his room with him following close behind u with nothing but impure intentions in mind and no room for anything else.

collegeboy!eren who makes sure to lock the door behind him when you finally get into his room, turning to see you take a seat on the edge of his bed crossing your pretty leg over the other, thinking about how they’d be smooth to the touch if his hands were so lucky enough to get to feel them

collegeboy!eren who instead of going with his first thought of sitting right next to you letting your perfume cloud his sense of judgment making him go against his friendship with jean for just one little kiss with you.. went with his second choice instead and leaned against his dresser that happened to be right in front of you.—“a good distance” he thought, far enough for there to be distance but close enough to break any distance needed

collegeboy!eren who couldn’t help but shut up and stare. he knows that there’s silence surrounding the both of you and he knows he’s the one who brought you up here for a “good time”, but the sight in front of him well...quite simply... has him god damn speechless. you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen and the sweetest girl he’d had the pleasure to be around, there wasn’t a single thing about you he hadn’t already fantasied about.

collegeboy!eren who was clearly lost in thought and it showed, you called his name probably twice and the third time was what made him finally snap back into the current moment —

“my bad, got lost in thought” his hand coming up to rake through his hair, trying to get himself together while not being so obvious

“oh? and what’s the thought yeager?”

“you”

he kept it plain and straight to the point, not like there was anything to hide.. he’d been flirting with you all semester long, nothing he says should come as a surprise at this point

“and what’s new about that? you make it obvious everyday in class”

“that’s the whole point” he thought to himself

“what can I say, your fine ass being in my room got me feeling extra appreciative”

he watched as you tilted your head slightly to the left focusing those pretty brown eyes on his green ones forming a small smile across those glossed lips. and god he wasnt ready for the words they’d say next

“show me how appreciative you really are yeager, your words may say an awful lot but your actions are a little.. lacking”

collegeboy!eren who for the first time wasn’t guns blazing ready to kiss you dumb, his heart was beating a mile a min and all he could manage was a “you sure?” in which you followed with a little nod and a come here motion with your pink manicured finger.

for now here’s part two (IM SORRY IT GOTTA B A PART 4 I DONT LIKE MAKING THESE LONG)

tagging: @venusflytrapstar @animeloverzx @bluelesbiann @verosika-mommy

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alanjeffbrainrot · 3 months

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Bending the Rules pt. 1

CW: Student/Teacher AU, eventual smut, minors dni

A/N: idk why im obsessed with this concept. It’s also a soulmate AU cause I’m a slut for alanjeff true mate shit. Enjoy 😌

Word Count: 4.5K

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Alan takes a different path earlier in life and ends up becoming a college professor. Jeff walks into the first day of class and sits at the very edge of the room, away from all the other students. Alan notices him on day one and doesn’t understand why he’s so intrigued by this new student.

A few days into class Babe (also a prof at the university, he started 4 years after Alan and they became fast friends. Lots of students think they’re dating because of how close they are) pulls him aside to mention that “Jeff, the kid in your Tuesday/Thursday class ? That’s the kid we’ve all been talking about, he’s going places”.

Confused, Alan casts a glance over at Babe murmuring that he wouldn’t be convinced until Jeff says something. Literally anything.

“Oh, that’s just how he is, don’t worry too much about it.” Babe shrugs it off but something about the boys nature still bothered Alan. Why was he so quiet, he thought to himself, and what will it take to get him to talk to me.

Why this mattered so much to Alan he wasn’t sure, but he vowed to keep an eye on the omega and see if he could get him to crack one day.

As the class continues Alan discovers that the Babe’s comments rang true. Jeff was truly remarkable. Just after midterms Alan calls Jeff to his desk, asking him to wait to speak with him.

“You’re the best student I’ve had Jeff and I just happen to be losing my TA after this semester, graduation and all” Alan chuckles. “Would you consider taking the position ?”

Jeff looks conflicted and quietly says he’ll think about it (the most he has said to Alan this whole semester, making Alan’s alpha puff up its chest). Alan nods and says he’ll check in again in a few days before waving Jeff off, wishing him a good day.

A week goes by, still no answer from Jeff and Alan is stressed. He feels like he’s going crazy, anytime he sees Jeff on campus he has to keep himself from bombarding the boy. Maybe he just doesn’t want to do it ? Alan thinks to himself. He’s about to start his senior year, lots of students turn down TA positions.

Babe, who’s usually next to Alan when they run across the little omega, is beginning to notice his strange reactions. Alan stands straighter and can barely keep his eyes focused in front of him, always glancing over to watch Jeff walk by them. The worst part being Alan’s pheromones, subtly being pushed out a tad stronger when the shorter is nearby, a fact that probably hasn’t even registered with Alan yet. Babe doesn’t say anything, just observing his friend become smitten like he never has before.

To Alan’s surprise, however, the next class Jeff is in he walks up to Alan and quietly mutters “I’ll do it”.

“Oh ! Oh my god, okay, yeah. Awesome” Alan stutters. God, why am I acting like a flustered school boy. Realizing Jeff is still staring at him, Alan shakes himself out of his thoughts. “I’ll email you the requirements and the application. You’ll send a copy to me and to student services. If you need any help just let me know !”

Jeff just nods before walking out of the classroom, leaving Alan a confused and flustered mess. And that’s the moment his alpha decides to complicate the situation. (For years Alan had kept that part of himself under lock and key, getting very good at not listening to his instincts.) Mine his alpha growled as if trying to break out of a cage, that omega is mine.

Alan is appalled at his own thoughts, vowing to keep himself together and not cross any lines. He wouldn’t even be interested Alan reasons with himself, it’ll be fine.

What Alan doesn’t know, is Jeff is having the same battle with himself. He had never touched the alpha (he had gotten very good at never touching anyone at this point) but just before beginning Alan’s class he had grabbed his brother, Charlie, by the wrist. And, unfortunately, it triggered a vision. One in which a tall, sophisticated, older alpha just happened to be hanging off of Jeff’s arm. It was a small point, insignificant in the grand scheme of the vision which was centered around Charlie, but it had shaken Jeff to the core. Who was this alpha and why on earth would Jeff let him touch him ??

When Jeff walked into class the first day he had kept his head down, a habit to ensure nobody spoke to him before or after classes. But when he finally popped his head up and looked at the professor at the beginning of class he had to keep himself from sprinting out of the classroom.

There, in front of him, was the alpha from his vision. No way, Jeff had thought, there’s absolutely no way. That vision had to be incorrect, a fluke.

The day Alan asked him to TA, jeff panicked, leaving campus and driving straight to speak with Charlie. When he gets in front of his brother he realizes he has no clue how to breach this topic.

“You remember that vision I had just before the semester ?” He starts with. When Charlie nods he takes a deep breath and continues, “I didn’t tell you everything….. the vision was about you” Jeff emphasizes, “but…. Next to me……. Was this alpha, someone I hadn’t met before.”

“Oh ?” Charlie said surprised, eyes going wide, “Why didn’t you tell me before ? What’s the problem ? Probably someone we’ll meet in the future.”

“Well….” Jeff trails off, not sure which topic he should begin with, “in the vision I was letting this alpha hug me ? Kind of, he was holding my arm like he was hugging a pole. But I didn’t seem bothered by it”

Jeff is interrupted by Charlie squealing, “YOU GET A BOYFRIEND IN THE FUTURE OH MY GOD !”

“Charlie !” Jeff huffs, hitting his brother on the shoulder to get him to quiet down. “You know my visions aren’t always absolute. And I really think this one can’t be true. There’s no way !”

“What, you don’t think an alpha will want you ? Come on jeff, you’re a catch.”

Jeff glares at Charlie but he just smiles back, sincere as ever. “It’s not that, jackass. It happens that I met the alpha when the semester began. But….”

“But” Charlie drags out, “what, is he an asshole or something ?”

“No ! No, hes… he’s the nicest person I’ve ever met. Gentle and so smart” jeff abruptly shuts his mouth. What am I saying he thinks to himself shaking his head before looking up at Charlie, who’s wearing a shit eating grin.

“You LIKE HIM” he teases, “so again I ask, what’s the problem ?”

“Umm…” Jeff looks down, not wanting to see Charlie’s face when he admits this. “He’s my professor” he whispers.

“Oh, okay that really could be a problem” Charlie says, tone nothing but understanding. “But you graduate next year right ? Just avoid him until then and let fate decide once you’re not a student anymore.”

“Well, he kind of asked me to be his TA next year. And I feel like I have to do it. I could learn a lot from him and it would look really good on my resume. Ive seen the places his past TA’s have gotten hired. This could give me a huge advantage getting into a garage Charlie.” Jeff looks up at his brother who seems to weighing what he has just told him.

After a few hours of discussion jeff came to the decision that he would accept the position and just keep his distance as much as he could. I Can do this he thought to himself, I just have to keep my guard up until I graduate.

Jeff didn’t understand why his omega, on the other hand, was resisting this wholeheartedly. Begging him to get as close to the alpha as he could. He’ll be ours soon enough his omega taunts him, just you wait.

Much to his omegas (and Alan’s) annoyance, Jeff goes back to ignoring the alpha. He keeps his head down, scurrying in and out of class without sparing a single glance at Alan. Even during class when Alan would look over, Jeff would avoid his gaze and only look back up when Alan had directed his attention elsewhere. Alan was losing his mind.

Two weeks before the semester ended, Alan was sitting at his desk, neck deep in grading assignments. Babe walks through the door, nose wrinkling at the heavy pheromones in the room. “God lung, what’s got you so stressed.”

Alan glares at Babe, laying his own down and leaning back in his chair. “Unlike some people, I have papers to grade. And more coming soon for finals. So, do you need something or can I get back to work ?”

“Not my fault you don’t teach a practical course” babe shrugs, walking further into the room and leaning on a desk in the front row.

“Someone has to teach the textbooks” Alan sighs. It’s always around this time he wishes he had Babe’s job, teaching practical, hands on classes in the on-campus garage. “Seriously though, did you need something ?”

“Yes, actually. I heard about your TA for next year.”

Alan furrows his brow, “Jeff ? Why, you were right. The kid’s going places.”

Babe nods, crossing his arms and leveling his gaze with Alan. “That’s true but… are you sure you know what you’re doing ?”

Babe’s delicate tone leaves Alan even more confused. “What do you mean? I’ve had TA’s for years and I think he would be great. A little quiet but that’s not a problem.”

Sighing, Babe looks down. “Lung, i'm going to be honest with you. Do you have any idea how you act around him ? You get nervous, you stare at him. God, I’m the only one that would notice but you push your pheromones out !”

“I don’t-“ Alan trails off, not sure how to defend himself.

“Look, it was fun to watch you get all flustered around him. If the circumstances were different I would absolutely be pushing you to ask him out. But… he’s your student, you know ? You just need to be careful.” Babe finishes, glancing back up at Alan to gauge his reaction.

Alan, though embarrassed for being called out, begins nodding. “No, no you’re absolutely right. I’ll keep myself in check, Babe, you don’t have to worry. Besides, Jeff has gone back to ignoring me so I don’t think there will be much of an issue.”

Babe nods, giving Alan an encouraging smile. “Good luck with the grading, lung. Let me know if you need anything.” Babe says before turning and walking out of the room. Leaving Alan to contemplate what he has gotten himself into.

The semester ends with no incident, both Alan and Jeff trying to keep their distance but neither handling it very well. Jeff spends more time with Charlie, desperately trying to push down his feelings despite a lingering feeling of sadness. Alan, on the other hand, is just frustrated.

He spent the last two weeks in an annoyed huff, everything seemingly setting him off. He tried his best, he really did, but each time he has to watch the omega hurry out of the classroom a piece of him is screaming to follow. To not let him go.

The second day of the summer vacation (neither Babe or Alan teach summer classes) Babe let’s himself into Alan’s house and immediately is smacked with rut pheromones.

“Shit” Babe curses, covering his mouth and nose with his hand. “Lung !” He shouts into the house, “Do you need anything ? I can drop it outside !”

A pained groan is heard from the other side of the house before Alan drags himself into view. He’s flushed, sweaty, and looks absolutely worse for wear.

“You look like death Lung” Babe says, scanning the alpha in front of him.

“I feel like it” Alan says from the top of the stairs, scrubbing his hand down his face and sighing. “I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard. It hasn’t been this bad since I presented.”

Alan gets himself together enough to relay a list of supplies he needed. Babe leaves quickly after getting the list, Alan’s heavy pheromones giving him a headache.

Alan makes his way back to his bedroom, peeling his sweaty t-shirt off before throwing himself on his bed. He’s overheating, fire-like arousal licking through his veins. He kicks his pants and underwear off, hand snaking down and grasping his cock.

“Fuck” Alan breaths out. He begins stroking himself, bringing his hand up to gather the precum leaking out of the tip to make the glide easier. He squeezes his eyes shut just trying to focus on the pleasure, bringing his other hand down to squeeze at the rapidly forming knot at the base of his cock.

As he gets closer to his release, his mind starts providing images of a faceless omega propped on his lap, back facing him as he bounced up and down on Alan’s cock. Alan groans at the image and speeds his hand up. “Just like that baby” he mutters, everything in him wishing the image was real.

The omega in his mind leans back, turning his head towards Alan and suddenly he realizes the image is of Jeff. A sob is forced out of Alan as he cums suddenly, Jeff’s name on his lips. He strokes himself through his orgasm, slowly coming back down to earth. When he realizes what he just did he groans, rolling over and shoving his face into his pillows, embarrassed enough to ignore the sticky release still on his stomach that’s now going to be on the sheets below him.

God Alan, he thinks to himself, what the fuck am I going to do.

Unbeknownst to the alpha, across town a very similar situation is occurring in Jeff’s apartment. He had called Charlie, panicked because his heat hit him early. For most people that wouldn’t be too strange, maybe a change in cycle, but Jeff had just gone through heat a month before.

When charlie got to the apartment to drop things off (Jeff had a tendency to not plan for heats and would surely starve himself to death if charlie didn’t deliver a bag of water and snacks each day) Jeff was curled up in bed. Crying.

“Woah, Jeff, are you okay?” Charlie said delicately, trying not to spook the omega.

“Hurts” Jeff wails out, clearly lost in his omega headspace, “need alpha.”

Charlie freezes. It doesn’t matter how many heats Jeff had gone through, he had never let himself slip fully into his omega headspace and he certainly has never asked for an alpha.

“Alpha ? Who’s…” charlie trails off, not expecting to get an answer from the clearly distressed omega (and if he’s being honest, unsure if he truly wants to know).

He waits a few moments before Jeff finally looks at him, eyes red with tears streaming down his face. “Alan” he sniffles, “please. I need alpha.”

Charlie just looks at him confused, not remembering anyone in their lives named Alan. But then it hits him. He had been helping Jeff with the TA application and had noticed the alphas name, Alan, printed at the bottom. Alan, the same alpha who was in Jeff’s vision from months ago.

“Fuck” Charlie cursed after putting the pieces together. “Jeff, bud I need you to listen to me” Charlie says, trying to figure out the most delicate way to put this. “Alan… can’t be here with you.”

This just distressed the omega more, a new round of tears begin falling as Jeff’s scent sours even more. The small omega buries himself further into his nest as sobs racked his body. Charlie sighs, knowing there’s nothing he can do to ease his brothers mind. He decides to leave the room and camp out in the living room. He doesn’t usually stay but Charlie doesn’t have the heart to leave him so distraught.

Jeff’s heat breaks 5 days later, substantially longer than any heat he's ever had. When he finally drags himself out of his bedroom he curls up on the couch next to Charlie. His eyes are still red, occasional tears escaping and dripping down his face. Charlie is worried to say this least.

“You okay?” He finally asks. Jeff refuses to look at him, just curling further in on himself while sniffling.

After a minute a quiet “no” is heard from Jeff, voice scratchy. A second passes before another round of sobs wracks Jeff’s body, “I don’t know what’s happening to me Charlie.”

Charlie hums, reaching a hand out to card his fingers through Jeff’s hair. The omega presses into the hand, desperate for any type of comfort he could get in the moment. “Let yourself cry, I’ll be here as long as you need.”

And Jeff does just that. He moves slightly to lay his head in his brother's lap and cries. “Why do I miss him” he manages to get out, “it feels wrong not having him around.”

“Alan?” Charlie asks, already knowing the answer. Jeff just nods, flipping over so he can bury his face in Charlie’s stomach. Charlie chooses not to press the topic and just comforts the small and broken omega in his lap.

The next day Jeff runs Charlie out of his apartment, wanting to be alone. The only reason Charlie agrees is an agreement that jeff would call that night to check in. Jeff curls up in bed as soon as Charlie leaves, his heart aching.

He would never admit this to Charlie but part of the reason his heat took so long to break this time was because he refused to do anything, touching himself feeling wrong even in the worst of it. He craved Alan in a way he had never experienced with anyone before, his omega set on the idea that either the alpha would be touching him or no one at all.

“God” he groans, rubbing his eyes, “next year is going to be rough.”

And rough it was. Up until the first day of class, Alan and Jeff had been communicating through email, both men managing to make up excuses to avoid seeing the other in person (and neither feeling strong enough to control themselves if they were to meet up alone).

Alan was nervously pacing in this classroom, chewing on his thumb and just trying to calm his nerves when Babe walks in. “Woah, lung calm down. Everything’s gonna be fine” he says, grabbing Alan by the shoulders and guiding him to his desk chair. Once the older man and sat down babe walks around the seat to perch himself on a desk in the front row.

Alan looks up at his best friend, contemplating how to explain the complicated flurry of anxiety and excitement he was feeling. “This is either going to go really well or really bad, babe.” He lands on, sighing and leaning back in his chair.

“Well, just don’t do anything stupid and it shouldn’t be an issue” babe shrugs, crossing his arms.

Alan glares at him, “I’m not going to-“

Alan is cutoff by the door opening, the small omega walking in with his head down. Alan’s breath hitches, okay, he thinks, this is it. When jeff finally looks up he looks straight at Alan, their eyes locking as causing jeff to freeze.

Babe, immediately noticing the fact that neither man was moving to speak, looked over at jeff, “how was your summer?”

Not realizing there was another person in the room, jeff jumps and whips his head around to babe, “oh umm, good. I guess.” he stammers out, glancing between both men in front of him.

Babe hums out a “good” before fixing Alan with a very pointed gaze, “alright lung. I’m going to head to the garage. Have a good first day”

Alan nods, eyes shifting to babe long enough to wish him the same before they settle back on Jeff. Babe rolls his eyes before making his way out of the classroom, already knowing damn well that Alan’s promise to not do anything stupid would really only last so long.

The click of the door closing behind babe seemed to shake Alan out of his trance, smiling at the omega. He quickly explains to Jeff what his day to day tasks would be before they both start working in silence, neither totally sure how to speak with the other.

They carry on like that for the first two months of the semester, dancing around each other and spending no more time than necessary together. Alan gets jeff to talk a little bit, learning about his brother Charlie and Jeff’s goals after graduation, but it never goes further than surface level. Both men feel a pull towards each other, their bodies and minds seemingly linked in a way neither fully understood.

When midterms hit they began working late, trying to get grading done and working on solidifying the curriculum for the last half of the semester. It was a random Tuesday when things changed. They were working late, clock showing 9pm with both men sitting across from each other in the classroom.

Alan groans, head hitting the desk as he closes his eyes, “why did I become a professor” he mutters.

“Because you’re good at at” jeff responds, shrugging. Alan’s head whips up, staring at jeff who is pointedly keeping his eyes on the work in front of him.

“Thank you” Alan breathes out, noticing a small smile forming on the youngers lips. Clearing his throat, Alan stands, “I’m going to go fill my water bottle. Do you need anything?”

“I’m okay” jeff says, looking up to smile at the man standing above him. Alan smiles back before leaning down and kissing the boy before turning and beginning to walk towards the door. It takes a moment for his exhausted mind to catch up to want he just did, freezing and turning back around immediately.

Jeff is staring at him with wide eyes, neither man totally sure what just happened. “Oh my god, Jeff, I’m so sorry” Alan starts stammering out, “I don’t know why I just did that. I’m so sorry.”

Alan’s brain is going a mile a minute, desperately trying to work out what the fuck just happened and why he did that. It was as if it was a habit, something easy that they just did despite decidedly being something they did not do. Jeff just continues looking at him, making no indication towards how he felt about the action.

“Jeff, please say something, I am so sorry.” As Alan continues stuttering out apologies Jeff stands, immediately shutting the man up. He walks forward, the alpha half expecting Jeff to smack him, which would be justified he thinks to himself.

Jeff stops right in front of Alan, looking up and examining his face. “Kiss me again” he says quietly.

“W-what?” Alan asks, eyes going wide.

“Kiss me again.” Jeff says with more finality behind it.

Alan is a strong man, he expected to be able to keep himself in check. But when an omega, no not just any omega, Jeff, his omega, is asking him for a kiss, who is he to say no ? Alan surges forward, capturing Jeff’s lips in a heated kiss and pulling him in by the waist.

At this point both men are giving into their instincts, neither Alan’s alpha or Jeff’s omega could stand being apart anymore. They stumble backwards towards Alan’s desk, the older man’s hands moving down to under Jeff’s ass and lifting him up and perching him on the edge of the desk.

Jeff spreads his legs, alan immediately taking the invitation and stepping between them to get closer. He pulls back for a moment and rests his forehead against Jeff’s, both men breathing heavily. Alan’s hands come up to rest on Jeff’s hips, rubbing small circles into the soft skin just under his shirt.

“Are you sure” he whispers, finally pulling back to look into Jeff’s eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything” Jeff says sincerely, “please.” Just to make his point, Jeff wraps his legs around Alan’s waist and pulls him closer. The alpha moans with their groins make contact, the little bit of friction sending sparks up his spine. “I need you Alan, I don’t understand it but I need you in a way I’ve never needed anyone else.”

Alan leans down again and pecks Jeff’s lips before moving to mouth at the boys scent gland. “This can’t just be a one time thing” Alan says, still buried in the omegas neck, “god, I’ve never felt this way and if we’re going to do this I need you to promise me that.”

Jeff’s nods, hands flying up to grip Alan’s hair and leaning his head to the side giving him more access to his neck. “I promise” he whines out, “we can talk about it tomorrow but right now” Jeff trails off, pulling harder on the alphas hair, “right now I need you.” he finishes.

Alan groans, sucking harder at Jeff’s neck once he says that. His hands trail further up the omegas body, slowly lifting the shirt up before brushing his thumbs across Jeff’s nipples, drawing a shaky moan out of the boy underneath him.

Alan moves his mouth back up, kissing Jeff passionately as he continues toying with the boys chest. All is fine until they hear the door open, Alan jumps back, whipping around to see Babe standing in the doorway. His eyes are wide, never expecting to walk into a scene like this.

“What the fuck lung” babe sighs, not mad but definitely annoyed, “I told you not to do anything stupid.”

Jeff, face bright red and eyes cast towards the floor, slides himself off the desk. “It’s not his fault” Jeff mutters quietly.

Both men turn to look at the small omega, standing in front of the desk and wringing his hands together.

“I don’t care what y’all do, don’t worry about it, but you can’t do it here. Jesus Christ lung” babe says turning back to his best friend, “what if it was anyone else that walked in.”

Alan nods but says nothing, mind reeling with what just happened. Babe sighs, looking between the two men in front of him. “I came to tell you I was heading home lung. Whatever you choose to do is up to the both of you but…” babe pauses, concern clear in his voice, “just be careful” he lands on finally. Babe turns and leaves the classroom, leaving Alan and Jeff in an uncomfortable silence.

Alan turns to look at Jeff, unsure how to proceed in such a situation. Jeff meets his eyes, a look of determination behind them before he walks back up to Alan and leans up to give him a quick kiss. “Let’s go to your place, lung.”

Alan’s breath hitches, nodding quickly before gathering his things, holding the door open for Jeff. The small omega chuckles at the alphas eagerness before they make their way to the parking lot, both men excited and nervous for the promise of what was to come.

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1 For All and All For 1: Kenny Lacos, Mark Hoffman, John Stone x AFAB reader:

Warning: 4 way, throatfucking, anal, praise, degradation, a costas multiverse, slapping, squirting, p in v penetration, mention of murder, implied stalking, breeding

You were a normal girl. The daughter of the sheriff of your small town, most everyone knew your family and you knew everyone. Being in your 3rd year college studying engineering, you weren’t close to home much. This upset you, but you wouldn’t trade in some of the experiences you’ve had because of it. The few parties, late night drives with friends, wild campus events, college life had really changed you as a person.

It’s winter break, and you’ve returned to your home town, seeing your friends and even a few enemies from high school. That part about coming back always sucked.

“Hey, i was wondering if maybe you’d like to come back and work at the station with me over the break? Could use some extra money to take with you,” your dad suggested.

You had worked there over summer break and actually really enjoyed it. Getting to meet the people that work so close to your father, almost like a second family to him, was a rewarding experience. And as a broke college student, you couldn’t turn down some extra income.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Good, grab your coat and we’ll go,” he says.

You enter the cop car, driving to the station as light sprinkles of shimmering snow begin to fall. Being up north, this wasn’t abnormal, especially around this time of year.

Arriving at the station, you are swarmed with people that have known you since you were little, talking about how they’re so happy to see you and asking how this semester has gone.

Reminiscing over the last of the year, you glance up to see your father talking with a certain brown hair, blue eyed handsome man. He must be new, as you certainly would have remembered a man who looked like that walking around. He turns to face you and smiles as your father points his finger at you. God, he has a gorgeous smile too.

They begin to approach you as your breath hitches.

“Y/N, id like to introduce you to my newly appointed deputy sheriff Kenny Lacos.”

He holds out his hand and you take it, noticing how big it is compared to yours.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he says, almost looking through you.

“Nice to meet you too,” you barely make out. His eyes linger on yours before a door opens, an angry man walking in.

“Where’s sheriff L/N?,” he asks.

Your father turns to meet the man; heavier set with longer hair, but also with those gorgeous blue eyes.

“I been looking all over for you!,” he says before your father reveals you to him.

“Im sorry Mark, i should have called. I had to pick up my daughter from college earlier.”

He turns to face you. “Oh, im sorry. I try to not raise my voice around a young lady. Im Detective Mark Hoffman.” He also holds out his hand and you shake it.

He also must be new. You notice Kenny look at him with flared nostrils, lip slightly curled, seeing the way Mark is eyeing you like he did.

Before you can introduce yourself, you hear more commotion behind you. You turn to see a man you do recognize, and for good reason.

“I been here 4 fuckin’ hours, you gonna let me go with my fine like usual?,” he groans at the officer next to him.

John Stone was no stranger when it came to the law. He had many DUIs among a few assault charges. You were ashamed that you only saw his broad stature and how handsome he was for an older man.

He notices you standing. “Oh, hi Y/N. Back from college so soon?”

Yeah. He was there so much that he knew you by name at this point.

“Yeah. Winter break.”

“Get good grades this semester?,” he asks. He had a little girl of his own and he was never known to treat younger girls badly.

“Yep, all A’s and B’s,” you say proudly.

“Good girl,” he says.

He said that to you a lot, not like it didn’t make your legs clench every now and then. It also didn’t matter that you would sometimes think of him while your hands worked their way into your underwear, although now you have a few dirty fantasies to choose from.

Your dad takes you into his office leaving all 3 men outside.

“Been a while since I’ve seen a pretty girl like her around here,” Mark nudges Kenny.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, side eyeing Mark,” but um, isn’t she a little too young for you?”

Mark smiles. “Maybe, but i bet Ive bed a lot more women her age than you have.”

Kenny would never admit that he was probably right.

John laughs. “That girl needs a real man, not two immature shitheads.”

Both men purse their lips at John, not wanting to give in to his trolling but also not wanting to be talked to like that either.

“She sure doesn’t need a criminal either,” Kenny finally says.

John smiles. “Bein’ a criminal don’t matter when you got years of experience in the bedroom. She needs a man that makes her back arch and toes curl and leaves her breathless with her legs shaking. Not a boy that climbs on her, finishes in 2 minutes and then rolls off and goes to sleep.”

Their argument begins to attract attention and the men disband.

Later on, you’re back at your house. Your dad had to leave abruptly on a call, leaving you alone.

Watching TV, you hear a knock at your door. Not expecting anyone, you look through the peephole to see Kenny and Mark standing on the opposite side of what seems like an argument.

You open the door and the men collect themselves.

“Hi again Y/N,” Kenny says.

“Hi?,” you ask, unsure why they’re here.

“Your dad sent us to keep you company until he gets back,” Mark says.

This wasn’t surprising. As a sheriff, he saw women in the most awful condition with graphic things done to them. He never liked leaving you alone in the house even for a few minutes.

“Okay, you can come in.”

Now that they’re inside, you can see they’ve both changed; Kenny in a sweater and jeans, Mark in a loose shirt with sweat pants.

You admit that both of the men look even better this way, even though you’ve always had a thing for men in uniform.

They join you on the couch after hanging their coats. You notice them sitting on opposite sides, confirming that they don’t exactly get along.

“You hungry or anything Y/N?,” Kenny asks.

“Oh, no i just ate not long ago,” you say.

You sense the tension in the room, making you a little uncomfortable.

Watching TV, you see out of the corner of your eye as Kenny begins to scoot closer to you, the outside of your thighs touching. The sudden contact makes your cheeks go red, not able to stop yourself smiling at him.

Mark takes notice, not wanting Kenny to get his hands on you before he could, and moves closer to you.

The men have you closed in now. You’re starting to guess what this is about. As you think, Kenny brushes your hair away from your cheek and smiles.

“Sorry, i could feel the hairs tickling me from here.”

You smile with him. He really was a cute guy, and your age. It would be perfect if your dad wasn’t his boss.

Mark moves in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your back and tugging you to him.

You can’t help but slightly bite your lip and smile, knowing that they’re essentially fighting over being next to you.

Suddenly, there’s another knock at the door. Assuming that maybe your dad is back, you jump up and run to the door, pulling it open. But what you see isn’t expected.

John is at the other side, giving you a smile.

“And what’s a young pretty girl like you doing home alone at this hour?”

You can’t help but feel a twinge of fear, not knowing how he got your address or why he’s even here.

“John, what are you doing here?,” you ask, shakily.

“Well, i heard your daddy done left you here all alone. Got a babysitter for my little girl and decided to come over here to keep you company.”

The man that you fantasized about standing in your doorway sends a chill down your spine that goes straight to your heat unexpectedly.

Mark and Kenny peer around the corner to see John, and you sense that this is not going to end well.

“I-I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say, setting off at a brisk pace.

After you leave, the men exchange looks.

“What the hell are you doing here?,” Mark asks,” leave or I’m calling the sheriff.”

“Go ahead, call him and tell him that you and deputy shithead are trying to fuck his daughter,” John says.

Kenny starts to get aggravated, balling his fists until his knuckles are white. “Like you don’t want to bed her either,” Kenny says.

John laughs again. “Oh i do. Id love to see what she looks like under those clothes and how her sweet little cunt tastes.”

Mark wouldn’t outwardly admit that he longs to rip your clothes off and investigate all the places he wants to grab onto.

“How about this, you let me stay, and i wont tell the sheriff that you want to get into his little girls pants, and you wont tell him that i lay at night, blowing loads to the thought of her taking them all over her pretty face?,” John says.

You peer around the corner and thats the only thing you hear. Knowing the men in front of you all want to take you for themselves makes a puddle in your underwear.

College had led to some experimenting, giving you a fantasy of being taken by multiple men at once. You walk back out and John smiles again.

“There she is,” he says. Mark and Kenny turn.

“You all want to fuck me?,” you ask.

They all go white, not wanting you to have heard that conversation.

“Maybe, but some of us have been wanting to longer than others,” he glances over at Mark and Kenny.

“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N,” Kenny says.

The words and the way he says them in that deep voice make your legs weak. He approaches you, wrapping his hands around your waist. His lips land on yours with a hot passion. Hints of cherry chapstick and mint enter your mouth. He’s soft and gentle, showing his want in the way he holds you.

“Move aside, i want a taste of her,” you hear Mark say as Kenny pulls away.

Mark grabs your face and crashes his lips to yours, a taste of alcohol on his tongue. His kisses are hungry and longing as his hands slide down and grope your ass. He’s much rougher than Kenny.

“Pathetic. Move aside,” you hear John say as Mark moves. The man that you’ve been waiting for the longest is standing in front of you. He wraps a hand around your throat before his lips and tongue hit yours, sliding his other hand around the back of your thigh. His beard lightly tickles your cheeks. You grab onto him as he invites you to jump into his arms.

The way he picks you up with ease makes you even hungrier. He pulls your hips into his, feeling his hard length pressing against you. You whine into his mouth as he puts you back down.

“Alright thats enough,” you hear as John pulls away.

Now the men are standing before you. You’ve gone numb from all of them grabbing you and kissing you, unsure of what to do next.

“So, which one of us do you want?,” Mark asks.

You can’t say you’ve ever had this many attractive men fighting over you before, part of it is really fun.

You bite your lip. “I dont know who to choose, i think i need more information.”

“Id kill both of these idiots to see you naked,” Kenny says. You don’t doubt it.

“Try and fight me. I was in Iraq, see what happens you little bitch,” John says to Kenny.

Mark smiles at the both of them and you, getting and enjoyment out of you pinning Kenny and John against each other.

“Boys,” Mark interrupts,” can i talk to the both of you alone?,” he asks, gesturing for you to leave.

Thinking that it’s a coy for Mark to get his hands on you before anyone else, you walk away into the other room.

You wait outside the living room for what feels like a while before you hear 3 mens footsteps approaching you.

As they stand before you, you notice their demeanors have changed, standing side by side, smirking at you.

“We’ve come to a little realization,” Kenny says, gesturing to Mark.

“Since you think it’s cute to pin us all against each other, i think you need to be taught a lesson,” Mark says.

The men move closer to you, your breathing hitches, unsure what’s happening.

Before you can speak, Johns hand is wrapped around your throat, gently pressing you into the wall. “So you’re gonna be our good little whore and let us do what we want to you, understand?”

You whine, it’s better than you could have imagined. “Y-yes,” you say.

He releases your neck and easily throws you over his shoulder, taking you up the stairs to your room, which he also already knows where it is. Kenny and Mark follow as you’re tossed on your bed. John climbs on top of you, pinning your wrists. Mark wraps his hand around your neck and squeezes. “Your daddy isn’t gonna be back for a few hours, we have plenty of time to play with you, babygirl,” he says.

John climbs off of you, pulling down your pants and underwear, Mark begins to pull your top off, Kenny is running his hands along your now bare flesh.

It doesn’t take long before your naked form is presented to the 3 men. They climb on your bed with you, John rubs up your thighs, pushing your legs up, Kenny is kissing you, sucking and nibbling your neck. Mark is grabbing onto your breasts, biting your nipples between his teeth. You moan into Kennys mouth as your back arches into Marks.

“Mm… wanna taste your pretty pussy baby,” Kenny whispers in your ear, gently biting the soft lobe. He pulls away.

“Move, i want to taste her,” he says to them. They back off as Kenny pulls his shirt off. You take note of his tan muscled flesh, knowing that you’ll get to see more of him later. His head moves between your legs, resting them on his shoulders.

It’s not long before his soft tongue is pressed against you, making you moan.

“Fuck,” you whine, grabbing onto the men beside you.

“Aww. Does having your little cunt eaten feel good?,” John teases.

You see Mark and John starting to undo their belts, your mind exploring the possibilities of what’s coming next. They get their pants undone while Kenny continues to devour you. He moves your hips deeper into his mouth as Mark takes your hand and wraps it around his aching dick.

“Pump it for me sweetheart,” he says running his hands through your hair. You do as he says stroking nice and tight for him.

“Alright now open that mouth,” John says, aligning his cock to enter your lips. You lean up, sucking his tip as he pushes your head further.

“Mmm,” he groans,” thats my girl. Been thinkin’ ‘bout what that mouth feels like for a long while.”

Kenny moves his tongue deeper into you, catching you by surprise as his fingers pass your hole. You moan, gagging on John in the process. Tears fill your eyes as he smiles. “Is it too much pretty thing? My cock too big for you?”

You shake your head no, but you might be underestimating what it can do to you.

“My turn,” Mark says before entangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you over to him. You don’t have time to react before you’re shoved down to Mark’s base, gagging as he pulls you back up. “Got a good throat on her.”

You go to suck off Mark once more, but before you can, your insides start tingling from Kenny’s mouth.

“Im gonna cum,” you whine. You feel Kenny smile against you as John and Mark grab hold of your breasts, pinching the hard buds. Your back arches as you have a mind shattering orgasm, crying out, letting your head fall back and your eyes roll back into your head. Kenny doesn’t slow his movements, prolonging the feeling even more.

John is running his hands through your hair soothingly, taunting you. “Feel good to cum babygirl? Yeah? You want to cum some more?” He glances at Mark and they both smile, knowing that they won’t stop until you can’t handle anymore.

Once it’s passed, Kenny pulls away, letting your legs fall back down. You notice that he’s also taken himself out, pleasing himself as he pleased you. “You tasted so good,” he smiles,” i might have gotten a little carried away.”

You wonder what’s in store for you next. “W-what are you gonna do to me?,” you ask.

“Hmm, let’s see baby,” Mark says,” you got three pretty holes on you, and there’s 3 of us.” He looks up at the men and then back down at you. You get nervous at the thought of your first multiple-men sexual encounter, but with these 3, you know you’ll be taken care of.

“I want her tight pussy,” Kenny says.

“Good, i want to feel more of that dirty mouth. Ill fuck her little pussy on my own time,” John smiles down at you.

“Lucky that i love playing with a pretty untouched asshole,” Mark says. If only the “untouched” part was true. You had been curious as to what it would feel like and explored, but it had been a while since then.

“Pick her up. I want her on top of my cock,” Kenny says. Before you can speak, Mark pulls you up on his shoulder, grabbing your ass tight in the process. Kenny fully removes his pants and underwear, lying on your bed as Mark puts you on top of him.

“Now’s where the fun begins pretty girl,” he says, picking up your hips and sliding you down on his length. His girth stretches you as you whine. You can’t help but start to move your hips on him, grinding in deeper. As you look up, you’re greeted with a swift slap at Johns hand, not enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention.

“What did I say? You do as we say, I don’t give a fuck how needy that little cunt is, you wait, understand?”

You whimper as more tears fill your eyes than before. “Y-yes.” His hand tightens around your neck. “Yes what?” You swallow, his hand keeping it from passing. “Yes sir.” He lets go of your neck. “Smart girl.”

John stars to unbutton his flannel top, Mark sliding off his top. You notice Johns big, tanned arms and wide chest, only covered by a thin tank top compared to Mark’s, wide, thicker stature. You feel the desire to run your hands around both of them. As you reach out to John, you feel Mark’s cock starting to press into your ass, a stinging pain as he slides it in. “God fucking dammit, you’re tight,” he groans.

“Now give me that pretty mouth.” John pulls your hair back, bringing you to his cock. You start to suck as you hear the jingling of metal behind you.

“Let’s make things a little more interesting,” he says, pulling your arms back and cuffing your wrists behind you. Now, you can’t do anything but stay there and take whatever they give, the thought making you gush and tighten around Kenny and Mark’s cock’s. “Dirty whore likes it,” Mark says.

“You ready pretty girl?,” John asks you. You can’t help but smile a little bit. “Fuck her brains out,” he says to both men. When they all start thrusting into you, the pleasure is perfectly overwhelming. You moan, gagging on John as he presses deeper down your throat.

Kenny grabs hold of your breasts, sucking on one as Mark grabs hold of your ass, spanking you harshly. “Can barely fucking move inside your tight little ass,” he grunts. “Yeah,” Kenny says,” she’s got a tight little pussy too.”

Kenny thrusts up into the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. Mark groans again. “The harder you fuck her, the tighter she gets.”

John thrusts into your throat, making you gag. Tears run down your cheeks. “No need to cry little girl. You’re makin’ me feel so damn good.” You see him smile.

Suddenly Mark pulls you up by your locked wrists, locking his hand around your neck when your body hits his. “Damn dirty whore,” he grunts between thrusts. You see the look of pure pleasure on Kennys face; his head leaned back, mouth slightly open. John is pumping himself to the visual of you getting torn apart by Kenny and Mark.

John comes over to you, now able to actually moan and get your pleasure out. His fingers reach and toy with your clit, causing your legs to start closing on him and Kenny. A swift slap is put on your face by John, another follows on your ass by Mark, whining in pain. “Spread your fuckin’ legs bitch,” John says. You force your legs apart slowly, shaking, barely being able to hold yourself up. His fingers rub tight circles, whimpering as Marks hand silences your needs.

“Fuck,” you manage to make out, about to come undone on both men.

“Gonna cum on me baby?,” Kenny asks. “Be a good girl and make a dirty mess on me.”

You cry out as another orgasm tears through your body. A sudden clear fluid comes rushing out of you, all over Johns hand and Kennys stomach. All of the men speed up their movements. “Pretty girl knows how to squirt huh?,” John teases. Mark tightens his grip on your neck. “Little asshole’s throbbing on my fucking cock,” he groans in your ear. “God baby, so fucking hot,” Kenny moans. His hands go around your waist. Marks hand releases your neck as John puts his soaked fingers in his mouth. “Sweet, good to know,” he smiles before grabbing your hair and putting you back on his length.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Kenny groans. His grip tightens on your waist as his thrusts start to slow.

“Cum inside of her,” Mark says,” she’s getting sweet cum in all her little holes.”

“I second that,” John tightens his hands in your hair,” and she’s gonna swallow every fucking drop.”

It doesn’t take long before Kenny’s grabbing tight enough to leave bruises, letting out a groan as his warm cum seeps into you. Mark thrusting into you causes you to continue to move on Kenny, overstimulating him, milking everything out. “Shit baby, fuck,” he moans.

Mark grabs a tight hold on your ass, spanking it hard. You whine and jerk on John and Kenny’s cocks. It doesn’t take long before Mark thrusts completely inside of you, emptying his seed. “Goddammit you little fucking slut,” he groans. He continues his thrusts, putting all the cum he has to give inside you.

When he’s done, he pulls himself out of you, leaving your hole gaping and full. Mark spreads your ass apart. “Such a pretty ruined hole,” he says with a spank.

Now John’s the only one that hasn’t finished yet. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m almost done with you… for now.” He grabs hold of your head with both hands. “Thats it, keep suckin’ the tip like that and I’ll paint that pretty mouth.”

You shut your eyes, trying to stop yourself from gagging. He pulls your head all the way down before pulling out slightly as his load shoots down your throat. “Good girl, suck it all up for me. Don’t swallow it yet.” You hold all you can in your mouth, savoring the salty taste. He pulls himself out, closing your mouth to keep it in. He smiles, gently caressing your cheek. “Now open that pretty mouth and show me,” he says. You open your mouth, displaying the white fluid to him. “Exactly how Ive always pictured it. Now swallow babygirl.” You do as he says and swallow it down.

You’re instantly exhausted, still cuffed and filled by Kenny, you almost forgot he was there. You hear a phone notification. Mark comes over to you, now dressed. “Your dad says he’ll be back in 30.”

You don’t even care at this point, you just need to rest. He chuckles. “Poor thing is so wore out, let’s get her cleaned up and put to bed.” Mark unlocks the cuffs and frees your wrists, sore from the metal.

Kenny grabs your arms and loops them around his neck, pulling out of you and picking you up. He lays you down on the bed, both Mark and Kenny’s loads start to drip out. Out of your hazy vision, the men dress themselves, grabbing a towel on your bedroom chair to wipe your fluids off of them.

“Hand me the rag,” Kenny says, taking it into your bathroom and wetting it. He comes over and gently wipes the sweat, tears, and whatever John left that dripped down your chin. He then uses it to wipe down your private areas gently, swollen from the rough use. John grabs you a baggy shirt and underwear from your drawer, bringing them over and slipping it over your head and arms. Kenny pulls up your underwear as Mark tucks you into bed.

“Okay well, before your daddy finds me here, I’m gonna go,” John says, approaching you,” you were a very good girl for me. I hope I see you again.” He gives you a kiss before leaving out the back and driving off.

“Well, your dad will be back soon we should-,” you all hear a car door slam,” or he’s here now,” Kenny says. “We should probably go down, we’ll say you got tired and went to bed.”

Both men come up to you. “But you were a very good girl for us,” Mark says. They both give you a kiss on the cheek before walking out and going downstairs.

You can’t believe what just happened to you and you know for sure that you’ll be sore tomorrow, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of, its that you want it with them again.

#costas mandylor #detective mark hoffman #mark hoffman #mark hoffman edit #mark hoffman saw #saw fanfic #kenny lacos #picket fences #john stones #saw franchise

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tokusaatsus · 2 years

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WHAT’S THAT MELODY? #leo x reader smau

chapter iii—godspeed, yuuki!

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you stow your phone away as sensei steps up to the board, a pleasant smile on her face which signifies she's either on her 7th cup of coffee, about to drop a bombshell on you guys, or both.

“now, everyone, as you know the semester is coming to a close, and you will all be starting your final project. we—the teachers—have decided that to make it more fair,” she scowls briefly. “this project will be a collaborative one.”

chatter erupts and you freeze. fuck.

“you can collaborate with someone from a different course, if you so wish, but keep in mind that most other courses have their own finals going on, so i would recommend you stick with someone from this course.”

you’re considering whether you can just half-ass this project—your grades right now are pretty decent as-is—when sensei’s next words shatter your hopes.

“this project is worth 75% of your grade, so make sure you divide the work equally amongst group mates!”

oh, god. you were not built for offline socialisation…

notes!

reze txt im sorry for liking friendships. the idiot squad are my eenies. if ur wondering what the y/n-hokke-mao gc is called, it’s idiots (derogatory). i’ll try to have the leoy/n meeting by the next chapter so. bear w me y’all 🙏💪🥺

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#📸…smau: what’s that melody?#tsukinaga leo x reader #enstars

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moveme4nt · 1 year

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FRESH CUT GRASS AND ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS

falling in love with the quidditch player from the house you despise oh so much

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2 months later

things have been going so well with jeno and i! he takes me on cute dates and i go to his games and practices as much as i can, even as far as wearing one of his gryffindor sweaters he gave me for games where they don’t play against ravenclaw.

evalynn has gotten a little distant though which is weird. she says shes just behind on studying and it’s stressing her out but even haechan and renjun have noticed a shift. i always see her at the quidditch practices but shes all the way on the opposite side of where we usually sit and wont even acknowledge when i wave to her.

we still hang out sometimes and both of us pretend there’s nothing going on but somethings clearly different.

today we’re in our shared room, classes just ended for the holidays and we’re just chatting and “modeling” each others clothes, giggling our heads off at how ridiculous we look. everyone else has gone home to their families but ev and i promised that this year we’d spend christmas together at hogwarts.

i pull a nice summer-y dress from her clothes and hold it up to my shoulders, checking myself out in the mirror.

“soooo, how’re things with jeno?” she smiles through the mirror. i blush and look down.

“good,,, great actually. hes so sweet, and thoughtful. he’s constantly buying me flowers or other small things, always telling me im the prettiest thing to walk the earth.” i roll my eyes and she chuckles.

“sounds like i was right all along you guys are PERFECT for each other.” i laugh and throw the dress at her.

“mhm suuuure.” we haven’t genuinely had fun together like this in a while. it feels nice.

“ugh im so glad classes are over for a while! i swear if i had to even look at a pencil for another second i was gonna scream my head off.” she dramatically falls back onto her bed. i sigh.

“i knoooow! divination was so exhausting the last couple of days, thank god trelawny decided to pair us all up for the rest of the semester.” she shoots up.

“oh yeah! i heard you were paired with jaemin ouuuuuu.” she wiggles her brows, but there’s something slightly off abt her voice. i ignore it.

“no ouuuuu ya weirdo i dont even like him anymore i have jeno remember? he is very nice though but i guess thats just the standard hufflepuff idk.” she goes silent for a moment as i return to rummaging her closet.

“hm maybe you could put in a good word for me then? get me a quidditch boyfriend too.” i freeze as i watch her lay back down from the mirror, arms behind her head and a smug look on her face. is that,,,,

“is that why you’ve been so weird lately?” i stare at her through the mirror and watch as her eyes shoot open. “have you wanted jaemin this whole time? is that why you threw jeno at me?” she sits up and looks at me, trying to hide her nervousness. i turn to look directly at her, no more mirror.

“what no- lena i-“ her eyes never stop shifting. im angered, my body rising in heat by the second.

“what if jeno didn’t stick? what if he never came up to me at all? did you pay him or something? yall have some sort of deal? did he actually ever like me to begin with?” im breathing so heavily right now. “what if i decided to pursue jaemin? would you have still been my friend?” her eyes shift to the window. wow.

“the rest of that stuff no! he genuinely did like you from the start, you can even ask chenle and jisung for yourself. but yes, i did- do like jaemin and thought using what i knew about jeno liking you would make it easier if,,,,” i take a deep inhale and close my eyes to try and calm myself.

“if i were distracted.” i open my eyes again and she nods before looking down at her hands.

“im sorry lena i know it was a shitty move but-“

“A SHITTY MOVE??? YOU BASICALLY STOPPED TALKING TO ME- now that i think about it,,, you did start being nice again around the time jaemin and i got paired,,, you’re despicable, like honestly.” i move to my side of the room and grab my phone. she stands up, watching me walk to the door.

“mags wait thats not-“ i pause, my hand on the door knob.

“its the fact that i can’t even believe a word you say now. how do i know whats true and what isn’t?” she tries to get closer but i glare at her and she stops.

“like i said you can ask chenle and jisung theyre the ones who tol-“ i scoff.

“the two boys who are your friends? how am i supposed to know they aren’t in on it too? do you think im that gullible?” she stays silent. “wow, just,,,, wow” and i walk out to go clear my head in the common room.

we don’t speak to each other the rest of break.

i ignore the thousands of texts from jeno.

i don’t even look at the present he left me.

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#harry potter #harry potter au #nct dream #nct dream au #lee jeno #mark lee #haechan #jaemin #renjun #chenle #park jisung

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thebookfreakthatlovesmusic · 2 months

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Went to a poetry reading tonight and who was there?? MY EX

we literally talked for like 30 mins after he read his poetry and come to find out HES BEEN SUFFERING TOO

I was like you messed me up bro what did you do to me and he said what did you do to me??

HE SAID HE LOVED ME IM SICK

He said he’s been faking like everything is good but it’s been really hard and I nearly fell into his arms YALL what are we doing he said he wanted to respect me wanting to go no contact but he’s been having a hard time without me like AYYYYY y’all I’m so hyped up it doesn’t make sense like YESSSS YOU SEE HOW MUCH I MEANT TO YOU???

I’m forreal tripping right now he said he’d text me close to when the semester starts like I’m so glad we’re gonna try and be friends again but I definitely told him I’m still in love with him I’m SHOOK

I asked him if I’m just another person in his life and he was like no Alyssa I love you I’m gonna CRYYYYY

I was like this was nice I’m glad I got the chance to speak to you I haven’t smiled this much in months he said it’s crazy how easy things are with you I played it off like well I have known you for seven years but inside I was like JESUS

AND AND AND I looked SO HOT TOO I had on a nice dress and my thighs were showing and I had my glasses on and my braids in a ponytail I KNOW I looked so bad tonight and he was like you look good I should’ve been like oh I know!

He said he saw me coming in and was like that’s not her it can’t be her and then I snuck up on him and sat down across from him to speak I’m so cool guys he looked so shocked to see me!!

Okay that’s it August please be kind to us!! It’s been a summer of suffering!! God please help us figure something out!!

#the freak speaks

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well, things have been weird... I think depression and anxiety has been hitting me hard this past week to the point of like chest pain, i think I'm very familiar with heartache lmao. I'm a senior now, finally made it to year 6 in med school, and currently in my first rotation, i don't know how to feel about that other than fear of my own incompetence and failure to compensate for it because I'm just so exhausted..

As for writing, i haven't done any for like close to at least 1 year, nothing, even poetry has been sparse, maybe max of 3 this whole year. It's like slow torture... it's like the first death described in black swan. I've been trying to plan a novel, but all i have is Pinterest boards for characters and a main idea of a plot and it doesn't seem that this year I'll be able to give it time because it's hectic and important and i also have my damn research on thalassemia patient's quality of life and whatnot.

Loneliness is suffocating as well, I don't know what to do with it, i blame it on adulthood and maturity, hell im 23 yet i feel like i have the loneliness of a vampire watching every loved one fade. there's not much to do about it. everyone's busy and i hate human connection as much as i crave it.

I thought by now you'd have relocated btw because it's been a while that you've been talking about it, also didn't you go back for masters or is my timeline of events wrong cuz trust me I don't even remember my name these days

hi friend 🤍

i’m sorry about the anxiety and depression. i certainly understand how hard both are to deal with. anything you can do to get even a little bit of relief? is therapy an option for you?

congratulations on making it to your senior year! that’s a wonderful accomplishment! i watch a few med student youtubers, and i’m so impressed by everything that you all do. it’s a fuck ton of work. is school a major catalyst for the anxiety and depression for you or more so other things you mentioned like human connection/loneliness? everything?

even if your plans for the book aren’t as far along as you were hoping they’d be, i still think it’s really cool that there are ideas dancing around in your head. they won’t just disappear either, so you can always dive back in when it feels right and the writing is coming. you’ll have to keep me updated on this. i feel you on the writing thing. i’ve finally been able to do some writing again after months of shitty work, but the longer it’s missing, the crazier us writers feel. i hope it comes back to you sooner rather than later. a year is a long time. idk if i’d ever write without music. it’s such a huge source of inspiration for me.

oh god… the loneliness. i’m so touch starved that i don’t know what to do with myself. a huge part of me wishes i could erase my dating experience last year bc absences following what that little supernova gave me are apparent as hell. i feel like my isolation from covid never really ended, and i’m still trying to move out of it and form friendships in closer proximity. hating human connection and craving it at the same time—felt. i consistently feel like i have to be a better version of myself first, but will i ever meet a version i’m satisfied with? there are always mental hurdles to navigate. do you have any friends in your med school program?

your last paragraph pierced my heart a little bit bc i too thought i’d be in a different city by now. i lasted in my grad program for three months. it was horrible. i took a class last summer, and i knew pretty early on that it was the wrong choice, but i still started the fall semester. i wanted to give it a sincere shot and not make a rash decision (i convinced myself it was rash but it was really my gut saying important things lol). maybe in the future i’ll go back to school and do something completely different. i kind of want to get an english degree, but the idea of doing another bachelor’s feels strange. i wanted to double major originally but didn’t. for now, i’m working a remote job i hate and constantly job searching for something else. i’m passionate about community engagement work and environmental justice, hoping i’ll find something. i still want to move to chicago. i’ll be there in september, and i’m hoping my time there will solidify feelings and desires about relocating.

#s talks #sadkidwarexpert #beloved moots

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🎀 update!!

lol hi… it’s so funny coming on here because i literally said i was burnt out then vanished but hi!!! i’m at a better place mentally now. i think i was so burnt out because of school and just finals but im officially a junior meaning just 2 years away from a degree 🥹 kinda surreal but anywho. let me tell you spring semester CHANGED ME. proud to say i have officially found my forever friends 🤍, i love those two girls with my heart. people say trios don’t work and i agree to an extent. i think trios don’t work if there isn’t effort being put in. if each person is putting effort to the friendship i think it works out. the guy i was going to that formal with his name is marcus and oh my god. for context me and him have known each other for a really long time due to us living in the same city. so marcus is such a sweet guy. but there’s one flaw. he has a girlfriend. he’s very on and off but nonetheless he has a gf. so after i realized i was catching feelings i felt really guilty and distanced myself. i found out from other girls who knew his gf personally that around that time she had cheated on him big time. so they were off. and when they were off all these signs were so clear he would text me all the time, look at me between lectures (we have the same major.. coincidence i think not) and our study sessions in the library got more and more intimate. i was at this little get together at my friends sorority and he happened to be there and was talking to this guy that im really good guy friends with and i didn’t know he was trying to get my attention so when i finally spotted him i went over and he was asking what took me so long and i was like oh im just talking to one of my friends and he just instantly got jealous. he was so cold to that guy all night and even asked me why i was talking to him. its like he was possessive but it felt so weird because he has a gf. after that we talked a lot like texting each other then randomly one day he unfollowed me on insta and stopped replying and he got back with his girlfriend. now they’re still together but we still talk, like my friend she doesn’t have his number and we took pics on her digi cam so she made me send it (she was plotting) and one of them were of me and him like together with his hand on my waist. like we were really close, almost as if we were dating. and he immediately texted me back saying that he loved that pic of us and told me to post it and obviously i was like no and he was like it sucks because we both look so good then 5 minutes later he said YOU look so good. and i know i sound really toxic and homewrecky during this whole thing but he doesn’t even have proper conversations with his “gf” he talks so much with me about deeper personal things and with her he barely smiles. he laughs so much with me and with her it’s nonexistent. anyways that’s enough yearning for me today. how have you been lis, i love the jay smau so far 🤍🤍! give me some updates girl we haven’t spoke in forever!! - 🎀

hihi 🎀 anon it's so good to hear from you !! i'm so glad you're doing better mentally bae 🤍🤍 i'm sure summer vacation will also help once you can take your mind off the academic pressure too 🤧 but congrats on finishing your sophomore year!!! enjoy your next few years they fly by so fast 🥹

also i'm so happy to hear that you found such close friends!!! 💗 as someone who's in a trio they definitely work can confirm 🙏 i think they also work better when each person develops a friendship with each other before the trio is formed :')

omg he has a gf and agreed to be your date to the formal??? 😨😨 NAHHH BESTIE RUN FOR THE HILLS they should honestly just break up with each other if they're not gonna be loyal to each other 😩 never trust a man who treats another girl better than his girlfriend because behaviors aren't easily changed!! 😔 i hope this man doesn't hurt u bae,, she's 100% in the wrong for cheating but he's also like. pretty in the wrong too for treating you like that when he has a gf </3 AND THE UNFOLLOWING WHEN HE GOT BACK TOGETHER WITH HER 👎

omg i'm so glad you like the smau plsss :') and my life is honestly just work work work sleep 😩😩 adulting is a pain 👎 but i've gone on a few trips this month which were fun !! and i booked a vacation with my friends during summer so im excited for that 🤍 i've also been trying to either make or buy a new pc so that i can game more and my wallet is gonna die <//3 how about you?? do you have any plans for the summer 🥰

#💌 : love notes #🎀 anon

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stylinsuns · 1 year

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HII YOUR NEIGHBOUR ANON! OMGG I MISSED YOU ITS BEEN SO LONG! I hate tumblr for not posting your reply:( and i had also sent another ask after that but ig tumblr was being a bitch. Um i was so excited to write to you that i forgot what even was in your reply lol. Its july now so i assume your semester has also ended and you’re on break..? How are you doing?! And tho its too late now Happy Pride to you too! My birthday was also in June (i hate getting old😭)When’s your birthday? Omg i have alot to say but I’m a bit sleep deprived and that’s on me cuz I don’t even have any excuse to not sleep. Tell me what you’ve been up to?! Anything exciting happened in your life?!!

i didn't get any asks after that :(((((( really really hate tumblr yes that's the hymn. and no god. not even close to semester end. then i was yes. but not now. the new one started forcefully quickly in june and now we have a seminar in september for which we have to write research paper sample after research paper sampleand i just want off this ride now i will live degreeless i want off i don't careeeeeee!!!!

anyway yes i'm doing good, despite how bone-tired i am at the end of every day, this has quite ironically been the best year of my academic life. i just wish i wasn't so occupied with everything all the time. but yes, i had an hour long foot bath which made my toes go very comfortably numb (pun intended) so i'm doing good, thank you. how have you been yourself? sorry to hear about the sleep deprivation, definitely don't try coffee after 8 o clock, i've found it's not that great a coping mechanism apparently. but i do hope you've found another celebration to busy yourself with,- last time it was eid, this time maybe muharram? tell me if i'm treading the wrong waters here religiously or communally because i absolutely could be - as that is the best kind of busy one can be. sigh. oh and i was talking of celebratiions omg HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!! it's such a shame i couldn't wish you on the day of :((( but stiiiilll happpyyyy birthdaaaayyyy getting old is absolutely fabulous it just comes with an unwanted, very necessary side of responsibilities&othersomeseriousstuff but that's life.

also did you want Barbie &/or Oppenheimer??? because i've watched the former THRICE somehow and im still not as sick of it as i ought to be i just love it a lot i love barbie i love gerwig i love margot robbie i love ken i love ryan gosling and onandonandonandon. guess probably that could be taken as the exciting bit for me too seeing as i haven't done jackshit apart from reading and analysing and secondary reading and re-analysing through a second approach in a long while now. im going to end this before i fall face down on my keypad now.

SO happy you've not estranged me altogether and still are on my block. love you, sending you all the good summer days (because that's another shit thing that's happened here - fucking rains) and good sleep and rest <3333333 take care, write back soon. i shall be waiting at the door of my inbox forlorn like i'm a victorian heroine and we're actually sending actual letters between the two of us kiss kiss

in case of any typos/errors, do not contact original poster for she is just a poor boy from a poor family(the 1d fandom) spare her her life from this atrocity (grammatical corrections)

#BUT VERY HAPPY YOU'RE BACK IN MY INBOX #where you belong X #jk #........#or am i #ok good night #padosi

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danielnelsen · 5 years

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god remember when i was so tired the other week that i fully hallucinated a creeper in my backyard, that was wild

#personal #i havent slept in about 30 hours rip #i told myself id finish this assignment before sleeping #and uhh im being Stubborn about it #even though i literally dont have the cognitive abilities to work on it anymore #but if i sleep now i'll be too drowsy when i wake up to get it done by when it's due #it's my final written assignment of my degree #(not really; i still have a class over the break but it's not like..an important one)#im so close but oh my GOD this semester is Trying me #im doing the max number of classes after doing the max last semester too PLUS ive got placement now #and people are being homophobic AGAIN and not in the meme way; like in the actual homophobic way yknow #and i havent spoken to another human being (family doesnt count) in Weeks #ive actually lost my mind #and ive watched a bunch of streams in the last 30 hours to take breaks #which was nice but like wilbur was playing minecraft when i joined and he ended up telling ghost stories which didnt help lmao #anyway this is me procrastinating from finishing this last assignment rip im gonna try to do it now #im not hallucinating today but i am getting some worryingly realistic illusions #(when i say 'worrying' im not actually concerned because illusions are pretty common after being awake 24 hrs)#(just annoying because i wanna be able to work more while i can still trust my mind somewhat)#if you've read all this congrats on your dedication please do my survey linked somewhere recently on my blog

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oflgtfol · 4 years

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just registered for classes next semester........ guess who has to spend next summer doing comp sci classes again </3

#WHY IS REGISTERING FOR CLASSES SO DIFFICULT #WHY MUST YOU RESERVE 20 MILLION SEATS!!!#AND the system fuckin lies to you. its liek. oh this class is open!#YOU TRY TO REGISTER AND ITS NOT OPEN!!!!#all the open seats are reserved!!#THATS NOT TRULY OPEN THEN!!!!#im trying to get into the comp sci minor i just need this one last class before i can finally apply for the minor is it really #that much to ask? is it truly?#so hopefully over the summer it isnt so ANNOYING bc the big rush to take the class should hopefully be only for like. actual semesters #UGH #anyway . so all my backup classes are either A. not being held next semester B. require pre-reqs that i havent taken yet #C. are already closed or D. are being held at times that conflict with the actual classes i need next semester #and i only had 11 credits so like i actually NEED another class to be a full time student #so like. god damn . at the astro town hall a few weeks ago ppl were recommending a few classes to take #and so like. the one class was. numerical analysis! its like combining math with computational programming!#it actually sounded super cool and i was like ok ! i wont mind taking this :)#BUT NO!! its not being held next semester (:#so i had to sign up for fucking... applied real analysis.. im not looking forward to it but god damn i needed another fuckin class #it sounds like it'll at least be helpful for me as an astronomy major... but its still like. screams #literlaly im so annoyed abt that comp sci class like u lied to me </3 #you fuckin lied to me i thought it was open still... i was so full of hope that i'd somehow miraculously get in.... but no </3 #brot posts

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Falling For You

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pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader

type - fluff

summary - after unwillingly tutoring steve, you both begin to fall for each other

warnings / includes - s1 steve! mlid language, food consumption, underaged drinking, suggestive, making out. nancy and steve never dated in this, but they're friends. also I haven't watched s1 since it first came out so im sorry if my depiction of douchebag Steve is wrong lol

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Oh, hell no!” you scoff, slamming your locker shut.

“Please, Y/n? He’s failing so bad and really, really needs the help. It'll only be for the semester,” Nancy begs. “Only for the semester. Nance, that’s like an eternity!” you laugh sourly.

“He’s not that bad, I promise,” Nancy assures. “Oh, yeah, him smashing Jonatha's camera makes him “not bad”,” you snort.

“He’s really sweet once you get to know him,” Nancy says. “That’s what they all say. I’m not going to waste my time with some idiot who would rather make out in a dirty bathroom than be in class,” you remark.

“I mean the benefits outweigh the consequences,” Nancy shrugs. You give her a “seriously” look.

“I’m kidding! But his mom won’t stop bothering me about it. And since I don’t have the highest GPA…”

“And I do?” you raise your brows. “You really want Mike to tutor him? They would rip each other to shreds,” Nancy says.

“Oh, that really sells it,” you roll your eyes. “Look, thank you for thinking of me, but I’m not the right person to tutor him. Find a teacher or something. Or hey, you can just tutor him, but I’m not interested.” you spin on your heel and walk away, Nancy calling after you.

“You don’t even want to earn an extra buck?” Nancy asks. “You forget that I have a job!” You exclaim, continuing to walk away.

The idea of tutoring Steve “the Hair” Harrington is so ridiculous, you soon forget about it. That is until he sits down next to you at lunch

The eye-watering, overwhelming scent of men’s cologne wafts into your nose. You scoot away from the smell, trying to focus back on your book.

“God, you are such a cliché.”

Your brows raise when you hear Steve’s voice. You should have known it’s him by the insane amount of hair spray you could also smell. You don’t look at him when you reply.

“And you aren’t?” You scoff. Steve shrugs “yeah, but you’re sitting here alone reading a book while drinking chocolate milk from a straw.”

You don’t reply to him. Instead, you ignore him, blocking out any sound from him. But it fails when he begins to tap the table and hum. You groan internally, covering the ear that’s right next to him while you read the same sentence for the 10th time in a row.

“Um, hello? Are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of your face. You swat it away, sitting up and slamming your book closed. “What do you want?”

“Nancy told me you can tutor me since I’m failing,” he explains. Your eyes widen and you grit your teeth. “She said what?”

“Woah. I thought you knew,” Steve says. “Well, obviously not! I-I told her I can’t tutor you. God, I’m going to kill her,” you mumble.

“Hey, why can’t you tutor me?” he frowns. You laugh dryly. “No offense, but you are… you, and I’m me.”

“Wow. That sounds like something I would say,” he chuckles. “That’s great because then you know what I mean,” you say.

“Okay, but seriously, why won’t you tutor me? Are you like, too busy or something?” he asks.

“Nope,” you shake your head. “Then what is it?” he presses.

“Can’t you just accept a simple “no”?” you remark.

“Your “no” needs an explanation.”

“Alright, fine,” you sigh. “I don’t want to tutor you, Steve. Not because I’m too busy, but because I don’t like you, and I refuse to spend time with someone whom I don’t like.”

“Wow, you have hurt me,” he pouts. “Good. Now, can you please go away?” you gesture your hand to shoo him away.

“But I really need a tutor, and Nancy recommended you. And trust me, I begged her to tutor me, but she said she doesn't like to tutor people.”

“Of course she did,” you sigh. “Look,” Steve states. “I wouldn’t be begging if it wasn’t important. I understand that you don’t like me. My reputation does not treat me well, but I really need your help. Just a couple of sessions to prepare me for a couple of my tests. Please, Y/n. I-I’ll even pay you.”

You look at him, feeling sorry for the guy. He looks sincere enough, with his brows furrowed and bottom lip pulled into a pout. Although you did have a job, the extra money would really help pay for college. Every penny counts, right?

You figure you could charge Steve anything since he’s so desperate, and you’ve heard his family has money.

“Alright. 20 an hour or nothing,” you propose. “The hell? 10,” he argues.

“16,” you bargain. “13,” he says. “15,” you frown.

“Sounds like a deal,” he nods. “You’re so cheap,” you roll your eyes.

“And you’re a very good person. I’ll see you at your place tonight?” He suggests.

“Um, no. The library,” you frown. “Really? That’s such a boring place,” he groans.

“Library or no tutoring at all,” you threaten. “Fine, fine. After school?” he asks.

“Sure,” you nod. “Fantastic! I’ll see you then, tutor girl,” he smiles.

“If that becomes a thing, then I will make sure you fail.”

His brows raise. “You’re a bigger party pooper than Nancy said.”

“Good to know that’s what my friend thinks of me,” you flash him a fake smile. “Bye, Harrington.”

“Bye, Y/n,” he gives you a little wave, jumping out of his seat and prancing back to his regular table.

You make a mental note to pick a fight with Nancy. You also mentally prepare yourself for the worst couple of hours you’ll ever endure.

Steve’s late, as expected. You keep glancing at your watch, scolding yourself on how stupid you were to say yes. Now Steve is 15 minutes late. He probably isn’t even coming, you think. You decide to just pack up the textbooks and go home. There’s no reason to help someone who obviously doesn’t want to be helped.

As you’re about to walk out the door, it swings back, revealing Steve. Your immediate reaction is to yell at him, but you quickly taken in his appearance. Loose shirt, messy hair, face flushed. You would have thought he had been making out with someone, but his eyes tell a different story.

“I’m so sorry,” he spills out. “I-I got into a fight with my dad and he wouldn’t let me go until he was done yelling at me. And because I knew you would be mad, I asked Nancy was your favorite candy was and I got you some.” He holds out the grocery bag of chocolate and sour candy.

You open your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when you realize you don’t know what to say. You never thought that Steve Harrington might actually have a more difficult life than he leads on at school. And he bought you candy because he felt bad, so that earns him a few points.

“It’s no problem. I… thank you.” you give him a small smile as you take the bag from him.

“I’ll try not to be late again,” he promises. You nod, “sounds good. Let’s get started, yeah?”

He nods and follows you to the desk you were sitting at. You unpack your bag, pulling out his transcript you printed.

“Woah, How did you get that?” he asks. “I asked the principal for it,” you shrug.

“Oh, are you and the principal like best friends?” he smirks.

“No, I just tutor a lot of kids and it’s easier for me to see what areas they are struggling on if I have this.”

He nods, “I see. So, how many other kids do you tutor?”

“Three others,” you answer. “Do they all suck as bad as me?” Steve chuckles.

“Actually, one of them sucks worse than you. He doesn’t even try. All he does it play guitar in his band, and he’s part of this D&D club, too.”

“Wow. What a loser.”

You shake your head. “He’s not a loser. He’s just gotten the short stick. He’s really smart, he just never has been encouraged to do better.”

“Are you nice to everyone?” Steve asks. “I try to be. Everyone except you, of course,” you give him a sweet smile.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course.” You read his transcript, raising your brows at the numbers. Steve leans over the paper anxiously. “Why are you making that face?”

You glance at him from the side, shooing him away. “Don’t get in my bubble.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to see what you’re seeing.”

“Well, what I’m seeing is actually better than I thought. You aren’t failing too bad.”

“I’m still failing.”

“Yeah, but you’re getting 60% and 70% which I know is below average, but it’s more than half, which means you know some of the material on tests. Are you just confused about what you’re doing in your class?”

“Yeah, kind of,” he admits. You stare at him, smiling a little bit once you reach your conclusion. “I see now. You’re actually really smart, but sometimes you don’t understand the material. That causes you to be embarrassed so you don’t reach out for help.”

Heat rises to his cheeks and he looks down at the table. “Isn’t every kid like that?”

“No. I tutor this one girl who actually has no idea what is going on, and not because she doesn’t pay attention. It looks like tutoring you will be easy.”

“That’s good,” Steve beams. “Yes, but you still have to learn to ask for help. I know, guys are all “macho” and they hate losing whatever dignity they have, but you’re going to need help all the time in your life. Might as well ask for it now,” you state.

“I-I know how to ask for help!” Steve frowns. “Alright. Then after this tutoring session, I want you to ask at least two of your teachers for help. If you can do that, then I don’t really think you need me as a tutor,” you say.

“That’s such a stupid idea.”

“Well, deal with it. I mean, I can just not tutor you at all, if that’s what you want.”

“No, no!” Steve exclaims, earning glares from people. “I need your help. Please,” he begs.

You smirk at him. “Look at you, already taking the next step.”

The next couple of hours aren’t actually horrible. Nancy was right, Steve is really sweet. He’s also naturally funny and can be serious when he really wants to. You wonder if the “King Steve” act is all a lie, or he is just playing nice with you because he knows you’re his only chance at passing this year of high school. Either way, you enjoy his company.

As for Steve, he is surprised by how not stuck-up you are. He’s only had you in two classes, and that was in freshman year. You knew every answer to every question, which annoyed him to no end. Then you went off to more advanced classes, which enabled him to never see you again. Until now, of course.

You’re surprisingly funny, and a lot more sarcastic and a little bit more brazen than he expected, but he enjoys the time with you anyways. As expected, you’re very down-to-business, but you have a soft side that Steve looks forward to seeing more in the next couple of sessions.

“Good work today, Harrington. I actually think you’re going to pass,” you tease.

“Thanks. You have so much confidence,” he rolls his eyes.

You grin, “I’m kidding. Just put in the work, and ask for help. You’ll be getting A’s in no time.”

Steve can’t help but smile as well. One, because your smile is contagious. But someone having faith in him is nice. The last time someone had faith in his academics was when he was in elementary school, and at that time, it didn’t matter if you were smart or not. Even though you joked about Steve’s academic career, he can see that you meant well and you did believe in him. It feels nice.

“Thanks. So, are we doing this every Thursday?” he asks.

“If that works for you,” you nod. “It does,” he says.

“Awesome. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, probably.” you stand up and pack your things, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He laughs, “sounds like we’re business partners.”

“In a way we are,” you say. He looks down at your hand and back up to you. “Really?”

You sigh in frustration. “You’re making me look like an idiot!”

“You don’t look like an idiot,” he assures. “But you do look like a dork,” he says as he shakes your hand.

“Jeez, thanks,” you mumble. “See you, Harrington.”

“See ya,” he smiles. “Oh, hey! When can I pay you?”

“End of the month!” You answer while walking away.

He watches your retreating figure, snorting at your words. “Definitely like business partners.”

The tutoring sessions went on as planned, each time lasting an hour longer than the last. You both were surprised by how much you actually enjoyed it. Steve obviously didn’t want to have a tutor because that was time taken away from hanging out with friends, and you didn’t want to tutor him because well, we know why. But you exceeded each other’s expectations.

Not only were you able to find out Steve’s learning style, but you found out fun facts about him. Like that he’s an only child, his first kiss was when he was 10 — it was while playing spin the bottle. He’s always wanted a dog, something like a golden retriever — typical. And he’s more sincere than you would have ever guessed. He actually has a heart. Who would have thought?

But as for you, Steve knew absolutely nothing about you. Nothing super personal, anyways. He did learn little quirks about you, though. Like how you like to drink everything out of a straw. How you always pinch your nose right before you sneeze. That when you think something is super funny, you’ll wheeze laugh and snort. And when you get flustered, which it’s not difficult to make you very nervous, you tend to deflect by insulting the person.

He figures that knowing all these little things about you is better than knowing super personal details. For the time being, at least. Girls love it when guys pay attention to things they do. It usually gets Steve lucky. But, funnily enough, Steve wasn’t paying attention to you to get lucky. For one, he spent almost four hours once a week staring at you and spending one-on-one time with you. It was hard not to.

Steve should have known the signs earlier. The fact that he couldn’t wait to get out of class to see you to do more school. The blush on his cheeks he gets when you tease him. The little pitter-patter in his heart when you say his name with an annoyed smile on your face. The fact that you never fail to lighten up his mood, whether that’s when he’s actually with you, or when he thinks about you if he’s feeling sad and lonely. This all means that he has a little crush on you. Which is bad.

Steve is convinced that you would never date him because he’s not up to your standards. Hell, he’s not up to his standards for you, either. With that being said, he’s Steve Harrington, which means that he can surely woo you enough to date you. But he secretly hopes you like him for who he really is.

Steve shows up to your tutoring session with a bouquet of roses and another pack of your favorite candy.

“Oh, thank you. What’s this for?” You ask as you grab the roses.

“Just thanking you for putting up with me,” he explains. “Well, thank yourself. You make it easy,” you smile at him.

He smiles back, staring at you for a little bit too long. You nervously laugh and step back.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask.

“Hm?” his eyes widen. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. I zoned out.”

“Are you high or something?” you joke. “No!” he exclaims. “I don’t do drugs.”

You cock your brow up. “Don’t worry. I won’t arrest you, but that’s good. You’re saving your brain.”

He lets out a breath laugh. “More like you are saving my brain. Because of the, uh, you know, tutoring.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. He doesn’t know why he’s so awkward all of a sudden. He’s usually so confident, that people tell him to tone it down, but with you, you just make him so tense.

You giggle softly, warming his heart. “Good one, Harrington. Are you ready to study?”

“Yes,” he nods. He follows you to the usual study space, getting started on his homework. 10 minutes in, he finds it hard to focus on economics. His eyes keep sliding to you, and not being able to look away. You look so pretty, like you do every day. He just can’t help but admire you, especially since he’s so close to you now. Usually, he would stare at you from afar at lunch, but he gets to appreciate your beauty during the study sessions.

“Harrington? Harrington, hello? Steve!” you snap your fingers in front of his face.

He jumps back. “Y-Yeah?”

You frown, “what is wrong with you today? Are you tired or something?”

“N-No. I… I’m sorry. I have a lot on my mind,” he says.

“Well, if you don’t think you can focus today, all you have to do is just reschedule. I can do tomorrow evening,” you offer.

He shakes his head. “Tina is having a party.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You feel embarrassed for no reason. Of course he’s going to a party, you think. Why would he want to spend his Friday night studying in a library with you?

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Um, are you busy Sunday?”

“No,” he answers. “Do you want to do Sunday then?” you ask.

“No, I can do today,” he says. “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he confirms. You sigh, “alright. If you say so.”

Steve bites his lip, anxiously chewing on it. He feels bad. He can see the frustration on your face. He wishes there is a way he could make up for it, besides obviously paying attention to you. As he thinks for a second, a lightbulb turns on above him.

“Hey, are you busy tomorrow evening?” he asks. You stare a him, giving him the most unbelievable look ever. “Are you seriously inviting me to that party?”

“I- why not? It’ll be fun,” he says. “Steve, I’m not a party person. Well, not that type of party person,” you say.

“It’s not gonna be that type of party. There’s only beer.”

“I don’t really want to be surrounded by sweaty, drunk people.”

“It’s really not like that.”

“Then how come everyone is always hungover the day after?”

He opens his mouth but it shuts close.

“See? It is like that type of party. Thank you for inviting me, but I’ll have to decline.” you look back at the textbook book, re-reading the material to become more familiar with it.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time and I won’t drink, I promise.”

You sigh, “That’s real noble, Steve, but I know what those parties can be like. You’ll want to have fun like everyone else, and that’ll cause you to drink, which will cause you to forget all about me. And it’s not like I need you to babysit me, but I don’t want to be alone.”

He shakes his head and grabs your hand, looking you dead in the eyes. Your heart stops as he touches you. You’re nervous to look at him, but he compels you. You stare into his pretty brown eyes while he tries to convince you.

“I will not leave you alone, I promise. I won’t drink and I will not keep you up past your bedtime, which I know is super early, so we might only be able to stay for an hour,” he finishes with a little grin.

You roll your eyes with a smile, making him even more infatuated with you.

“I… I’ll think about it, okay? But don’t be surprised if I say no.”

“Alright, sounds great!” he exclaims. “I said maybe, not yes,” you remind him.

“But it could turn into a yes,” he adds. “It might,” you agree.

The rest of the tutoring session you were debating whether or not going to that party. It’s not like you were a total party virgin. You had been to one, and you didn’t hate it, but you didn’t know anyone and you also didn’t like smelling B.O. and vomit everywhere you walked. After that, you steered clear of them. It just wasn’t your thing.

But the bad-smelling atmosphere and wasted teenagers aren’t the only things you are worried about.

You hate to admit this, but you’re falling for Steve. You swore to yourself, to Nancy, to Barb, and to your stuffed animals that you would never ever be caught dead falling for someone like Steve. Yet, as it turns out, he gives you butterflies. Makes you laugh and smile so much that your face hurts after each day of studying. You find yourself thinking about him at night and each morning. You get excited when it’s the day you get to tutor him.

It doesn’t help that he keeps proving that he’s not so much of a jerk. He has his moments, but to you, it seems like he’s just been misguided and pressured to be someone he’s not by his unfortunate friend group. Does that excuse the things he has done? No. But it does off an explanation.

You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him at the party is what you’re most worried about. You probably would have one drink, but because your tolerance is so low, you’re afraid that you would get drunk off of a couple of sips and fall flat on your face. Or in another scenario, you’re worried that you’ll be too socially awkward to do anything, and you'll just be a wallflower, either forcing Steve to stay with you or end up with him abandoning you. Both scare you, but there is a benefit to going to the party.

You’ll simply be able to spend time with him. Spending 4-5 hours with him once a week is great and all, but you barely talk about anything other than school. You want to get to know him more, have him know more about you. You want spend the whole night with him if that’s possible.

“So, have you decided yet?” Steve asks you after you’re done tutoring him.

“I’ve been focused on this Steve,” you gesture to the textbooks.

“So is that a no?” he asks. You roll your eyes and gently punch his shoulder. “It means no. I’ll let you know tomorrow, how about that?”

“Alright. If you decide to go, let me know an hour before so I can pick you up. And make sure to give me your address,” he says.

“Will do,” you nod.

He stands in front of you, clutching his binders close to his chest. He stares at you, a million words running through his mind. How pretty you are, how excited he is to go to the party with you, how he likes you and wants you to be his girlfriend.

You can see it in his eyes that he wants to say something. Your chest fills with hope, wondering if he’ll ask you out on a date, but he disappoints you like he manages to do every time after your sessions.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n,” he gulps harshly, cursing himself in his head. He sees your face fall and his stomach twists. Before he can say anything else, you’re already telling him goodbye.

“See you, Steve. Goodnight.” you give him a little smile, walking away with your head down. Your shoulders sag and Steve knows he did something wrong. He hopes he can make it up to you tomorrow at the party.

It’s the next say and you’re still nervous about the party. You haven’t officially told Steve you will go yet, and each moment that passes when you don’t tell him, you feel yourself backing out. As much as you don’t want to spend your Friday night partying till the sun rises, you also worry that this will be your only chance at starting something with Steve. So you find him at his locker at the end of the day.

“Hey, Steve,” you give him a shy smile. “Hey, Y/n!” he chirps. He shuts his locker and leans against it, running a hand through his hair. You catch yourself staring at the lion's mane on his head, hoping you’ll get a chance to run your fingers through it tonight.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Now it’s your turn to admire him. The little stubble on his chin and upper lip, the moles on his cheek, and the one on his jaw. His annoyingly perfect hair that you just know feels like a cloud. His cute and charming smile that makes you melt. It all convinces you to go to the party to spend time with him.

“I wanted to tell you that I decided to go to the party,” you answer.

His face lights up and he’s smiling from ear-to-ear. “Really?”

“Yep,” you nod. “That’s awesome! It’s going to be so much fun, I promise,” he beams.

“I don’t doubt it will. But you have to promise not o leave me or anything. I don’t need you to babysit me, but obviously, you’re my only friend that is going so —”

“Don’t worry. I will be your party buddy the whole night.”

“Great, thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll always be there for you.”

There’s a weird couple of seconds where you two are just staring at each other. For a moment, you swear you see his eyes drop down to your lips before they appear looking into your eyes again. You feel a pull towards him, but you remind yourself you’re in school, and everyone is in the hallway. You don’t want your first kiss to be here.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you confirm. “Yes. Oh, I need your address,” he says.

“14056 Copper Hill Drive,” you say. “14056 Copper Hill. Got it”, he nods.

“Cool. Um, what time will you pick me up?”

“Is 7 okay? Or we can go earlier if you want to get dinner.”

The idea of getting dinner with him makes your heart flutter, but you turn it down. You don’t want to go to dinner then to a party right after. You’d rather have them was exclusive events. He looks a little disappointed when you decline, but the light in his eyes doesn’t diminish.

“7 is it. See you, Y/n,” he waves. “See you, Steve,” you smile.

You spent the rest of the day worrying about what to wear, but when 7 o’clock rolled around, you were all dressed up.

You peer out your window, watching with jitters as Steve’s car pulls up. You tell your parents goodbye, practically jumping down the stairs to go outside. As you open the door, you’re surprised to see Steve out of his car. You both stop in your tracks once you see each other.

“Hey,” he smiles, a little breathless from how beautiful you look.

“Hi,” you smile shyly, not being able to take your eyes off of him. He looks so handsome.

“I was gonna go up to the door, but it looks like you were already watching out for me.”

“Sorry. I’m excited.”

His smile gets wider. “Good. I’m glad. Let’s go, shall we?”

You nod and walk to the passenger seat of his car.

“Your house is nice,” he comments once he starts driving. “Thank you. I bet your house is nicer, though. I’ve heard the Harringtons are wealthy.”

Steve shrugs, “we do okay.”

A comfortable silence falls over you two. You arrive at Tina’s party in 15 minutes. You begin to open your door, but Steve stops you.

“M’lady,” he smile as he opens your door. You giggle, “thank you, kind sir.”

You slip your hand into his as you climb out of the car. He shuts the door and locks the car as you two walk to the house still hand in hand.

Steve opens the door and your ears are already bleeding. You look around the small room, scrunching your nose as you see people making out and others having drinking contests.

“Yeah, they go wild,” Steve clicks his tongue. “Let me get you something to drink, yeah?” he suggests.

You nod in agreement. Your heart stops for a moment as you feel his hand on the middle of your back, just an inch higher from where your skin shows.

“This okay?” he leans down to whisper. His breath fans over the neck, making you shiver. “Yeah, yeah,” you nod a little too much.

He smiles a little and guides you to the refreshment table. He grabs himself a beer and pours you some punch.

“Thank you,” you say. You take a sip, trying to taste it it’s spiked. “I can’t tell if it’s alcoholic or not.”

“Here, let me taste,” Steve says. You have him take a sip of your punch. “Oh, it’s a little bit spiked. I can see if she has water.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I won’t have a lot. It won’t hurt me too much,” you shrug.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick,” Steve worries. You smile at him, your heart warming at his words. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ll only have one cup and then you can find me that water.”

“Alright,” he agrees.

“Yo, Steve!” Tommy exclaims. “Hey!” Steve smiles, bringing him into a hug.

“Look what you brought,” Tommy grins at you, looking at you like a piece of meat.

You look down at your feet, hoping he’ll go away. Luckily, Steve notices your uneasiness and realizes that Tommy is being gross.

“This person is Y/n. She’s my tutor,” Steve explains. Tommy snorts, “you brought your tutor to a party?”

Steve glares at him. “She’s a regular person, too.”

“Yeah, she’s hot,” Tommy says, speaking as if you’re not there.

Steve huffs and wraps a protective arm around you, gently pulling you into his side.

“She’s off-limits, Tommy.”

Tommy holds his hands up in surrender. “Just sayin’. Nice seeing you, Steve.”

“Yeah, you, too,” Steve says bitterly. He turns to you when Tommy leaves. “I’m sorry about him. He’s a horn-dog.”

You sigh, “it’s fine. If he comes back I’ll make sure he stays away.”

Steve laughs, “good plan. Hey, are you sure you want to be here?”

Your head shoots up. “No, I do.”

“You sure? We can leave and just like, watch a movie or something,” he suggests.

You shake your head. “I’m okay.” “Okay. If you want to go home just say the word,” he says.

You nod and smile at him. Your attention strays from him to the radio. “Oh, this is my favorite song! Can we dance?”

“You like Elton John?” Steve raises his brows. “Yes, do you not?” you ask.

“I love him,” Steve says. “I’m just liking you more and more,” you grin as you pull him onto the dance floor.

You two begin to bob your heads, getting more into the music as it progresses. Steve can’t take his eyes off of you. He’s seeing such a different side of you. Someone who is carefree and has sweet dance moves. It’s impossible for him, but he’s falling for you even more.

“I like your dance moves!” he shouts over the music. “Thanks! I’ve had practice,” you grin.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah! My friends and I have dance battles.”

His smile gets impossibly wider. “That is the most dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Well, it pays off, right? Plus, you can barely dance!”

“Oh, thanks,” he snorts. “Always speaking the truth,” you wink.

After I’m Still Standing plays, Every Breath You Take plays, allowing you and Steve to catch your breath.

“Do you like The Police, too?” Steve asks. You nod, “they’re one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too,” he agrees. Your body jolts as his hand rests on the small of your back, right where the little sliver of your skin is showing. He leans down, noticing your jumpy eyes and heavy breathing. “This okay?” he breathes against your neck.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re a little tired from dancing or the alcoholic punch, but your mind is spinning now. You don’t even hear the music anymore. All you can focus on is his warm skin against yours and the fact that his lips are so close to your neck.

“Yes,” you say quickly. You decide to put your drink down on the floor, having enough of it for tonight. You wrap one arm around his neck, pushing yourself flush against him. His eyes widen and his throat becomes dry. His hold on you tightens. His free hand traces up your bare arms, reaching your shoulders and skimming your jaw. Goosebumps form on your skin as he lights a trail of fire. He eventually cups your cheek, unleashing butterflies in your stomach.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Well,” he looks you up and down, causing your stomach to twist. “You look fantastic.”

Your smile gets so wide your cheeks begin to hurt. “You think so?”

He states into your eyes, captivating you. “I know so.”

God, you could fall in love with him.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you see his eyes drop down to your lips. You grip his shoulder with one hand, pressing yourself closer to him. He’s so warm and smells so sweet.

His fingertips glide across your skin, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. Now you’re staring at his lips, your chest heaving up and down. You want to taste him. Feel his lips on your skin.

“Y/n,” he breathes out, voice raspy and low. “Steve,” you say, your throat hoarse. He’s so close to you now, closer than he’s ever been. You can smell the beer on his lips and almost feel how soft they are. Steve wraps his hand around the back of your head, his fingers tangling with your hair. Your eyes flutter close as you lean in. His lips skim yours. You’re hungry now.

“Wait,” he says. You glance up at him, furrowing your brows. “Is something wrong?”

“I… I don’t want it to be like this,” he explains. “I want it to be more special.”

“Oh, Steve,” you awe. “This is special.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. Let me take you somewhere nice. Let me be the guy for you.” You both are shocked by the words that come out of his mouth. His face turns tomato red and you feel giddy inside.

“I didn’t mean to say that. Shit. Just let me take you out to dinner,” he mumbles. He hangs his head low in embarrassment.

“Steve,” you say, a silly grin on your face. You take his face in your hands and hold his head up to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, fearing the worst of what you’ll say.

You shuffle closer to him, leaning up to his ear. “You’re already the guy for me.”

With that being said, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a breath-taking kiss. Your eyes flutter shut and you melt against him, burying your hands in his hair and kissing him harder.

He’s so addicting, even just from the first movement of his lips. You never want to stop. Your senses are on overdrive as all you can smell and taste are him. The only thing you can hear is your pounding heart. You kiss him open-mouthed now, gliding your tongue across his. As the kiss gets more intense, he pulls away. You both are panting, grins on your faces.

You don't need to speak. You already know what the other it thinking just by the look in your eyes.

Steve pulls you close to him, kissing the top of your head as you sway to the slow song playing. You hold each other, forgetting you're in a crowded room. You both are so immersed in each other that nothing matters.

“I think I’m falling for you,” you whisper against his neck.

He hugs you closer. “Good, because I already know I am.”

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