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facefullofsadness · 1 year ago

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poly!aespa comforting you

gf!aespa x reader, university!au

fluff, 1.6k wc

quite frankly, I've had a terrible ass fucking day and honestly, the thought of just collapsing into the arms of my 4 gfs is such a pleasant thing to think ab. small warning for mentions of deteriorating mental health. enjoy (I love them so much).

your classes today span from 7 am to 7 pm, coming back home, however, just before midnight, having had to work on extra assignments or what not. you were so fucking exhausted, you didn't even get good sleep last night and had to wake up early too. your girlfriends were already home, aeri and minjeong in the kitchen while yizhuo and rina cleaned the house, all of them waiting for you to come home.

you'd usually be back by 8 or 9 during these 7-7 days, but once the clock hit 10, your girls started to worry. winselle had already been done a while ago with the food and ningrina had finished cleaning by the time they all realized you hadn't come home yet. jeong immediately texted you, asking if you were okay, a worried expression on her face. the unnies felt their heart drop to their stomach imagining the worst, the two of them exchanging a look of worry. ningyi was borderline hysterical, verbalizing everything wrong that could've happened to you, which ranged from rambling ab if your phone had died or lost signal to if you had gotten into an accident on the way home or someone had taken you.

her hysteria didn't help at all and just made all of them worry even more. rina tried to be level-headed about it and give rational explanations, to which everyone agreed. but the worry didn't subside once it turned 11. they all started becoming paranoid as fuck. and so, rina texted you, aeri called you, jeongie dm'd your socials, and yizhuo contacted all your friends. they had to figure out where you were and most importantly, if you were okay.

when honestly in reality, you just had ur phone on silent, not touching it, just trying to power through all the fucking piles of work you had to finish. when you finally did, you packed your shit and booked it, not even glancing at your phone and b-lining home, wanting to feel the warm embrace of your gfs. you finally made it to the door of your shared apartment, leaning your forehead against the hardwood and sighing. your temples throbbed and eyes heavy with exhaustion, your body barely able to move atp. but you gathered enough energy to dig for your keys and unlock the door.

the girls perked up when they heard the locks rattle. ning raced for the door and swung it open before you could unlock it, colliding her body with yours and burying her face into your winter coat.

"where have you been?!" she would exclaim, voice muffled by your clothes.

"ningie, that's enough, at least let her come in," rina said behind her, pulling both of you inside and closing the door.

she pulled away, and the four girls crowded around you, their eyes full of worry but relief as well. you ignore their gazes and rid of your outerwear, removing your shoes, taking off your bag, and slipping out of your coat. they followed you as you dragged yourself to the living room and collapsed on the couch face first. they all jumped a little when you suddenly screamed into the armrest, letting out your stress and pent up exhaustion.

aeri was the first to reapproach you, pulling your limp body up to face her, her kneeling down beside you on the couch.

"you okay baby?" her voice gentle but lined with so much concern.

you closed your eyes at the feeling of her fingers brushing your hair, suddenly feeling tears well up in your eyes. no, you wanted to say, I'm so overwhelmed and stressed and today fucking sucked. but the sheer amount of exhaustion and dread washed over you, making u unable to respond and also start sobbing softly.

ur quiet cries didn't go unheard, the three other girls standing around you on the couch feeling their heart break at the sight of you, just absolutely shattered. aeri's jaw clenched and her eyebrows dropped, immediately pulling you up against her body, you shoving ur face into her neck. the other girls joined just as fast, feeling minjeong move under you so u sat on her lap, your back being hugged by ning, aeri letting you cry into her.

rina crouched down in front of you and rested her chin on your thigh, holding one of your hands with her own, using her free hand to caress your cheek and brush the hair out of your face. the five of you cuddled in silence, your sweet gfs just letting you release all your pent up emotions, feeling emotional themselves watching you so broken.

you were in such a devastated state, crying and aching, feeling so tired and wanting to sleep but being so fucking hungry that your stomach hurt. but even in this moment, despite barely able to breathe thru ur clogged nostrils, the only thing you're able to hear is white noise and the sound of your hiccups, shaking against gigi's sweater, jeongie's lap, yizhuo's hold, and jimin's hands, god, you felt so loved.

you felt so cared for, so adored, so safe, so comforted, so warm. rina leaving the gentlest kisses on ur leg and hands, aeri placing small pecks on ur forehead and hair, minjeong caressing your skin under your shirt, and ning holding you in the most comforting embrace, mumbling to herself against your back ("oh my sweet sweet girl, I'm so sorry you feel so broken, I love you so much :((("). they felt so good, so sweet, like home.

sitting there for minutes to hours, just holding onto you like their precious baby (you are), never leaving your side for a second, making sure every inch of your body was paid attention to. it made you melt further and further into them, something u needed desperately in this moment (it's also cold as fuck outside). u stopped crying on your own, feeling the tears stain ur cheeks as they slowly stopped falling from your eyes, sniffling to recollect yourself (and not leave gross remnants on ur gf's givenchy sweater).

the sound of ur soft giggle made all of them look at u. you sniffle once, twice, hiccup, before mumbling loud enough onto giselle's skin, "fuck."

they all let out an amused chuckle or sigh, rubbing at your skin, your back, patting your head or hair, anything, anywhere, just touching you and making sure you feel their love and affection for you.

"I hate to ruin your designer aeri..." you pull back slightly away from her neck, bringing a hand up to brush at your nose.

"don't even worry your pretty little head about it my love, are you kidding? I don't care about this, especially not when I have the most precious thing in the world right here," she states so sweetly, kissing ur stained cheeks.

"I wet it..." u hiccup.

"it's not like it's the first time you've cried into this sweater. except, it was for other reasons," aeri snickers next to your ear.

karina scowls, winter grimaces, and ningning bellows with laughter. you playfully hit her shoulder and roll your tired eyes as she smiles at you with that adorable and sweet :] shaped grin of hers. jimin taps your thigh and you look down at her, "tough day?"

you nod your head with a heavy sigh, the two younger girls following it up with rubbing your body caringly.

"you should rest princess, let's get you relaxed, okay?" yizhuo behind you rests her chin on your shoulder and says against your ear, the other girls nodding in agreement.

you let out a silent but audible okay before your girlfriends get to work. helping you get cleaned up and out of your clothes you've been in all day, getting you water and electrolytes to replenish the amount of tears you shed, feeding you dinner, getting you ready to sleep in your bed. they all do this in such blissful and comfortable silence, putting your mind at ease and peace as to not stimulate your overwhelmed form any further. they were so calm and patient with you, speaking softly and treating you gently, making sure you were okay with every little simple yet thoughtful thing they did to and for you.

as the girls discussed silently with one another who would stay with you for the night, your weak voice raised from behind them, immediately grabbing their attention.

"please, I need all of you with me tonight. please stay with me?"

the desperation and sorrow in your voice made their hearts ache. they love you so much, like so fucking much. so of course, they did. all of you cuddled up together in karina's big bed, you snuggled up nice, tight, and warm in the center. the soft noises the girls around you made as they slumbered, making sure they had some part of their body touching yours, never wanting to feel you apart from them.

"sleep baby," minjeong's soft cute voice emerges from the dark, her face digging into your neck and placing the sweetest kisses against your skin, "you deserve every bit of rest in the universe."

a smile creeps onto your face hearing her genuine adoring words towards you. you hum contentedly in acknowledgement, shifting closer to the sleepy girl next to you. drifting off to sleep with an exhausted figure, droopy eyes with dark bags, aching heart, overwhelmed mind, but the bestest girls loving you, right by your side, all yours, all theirs.

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wholoveseggs · 1 year ago

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hiiii can you maybe do an smut and fluff elijah mikaelson where the reader has daddy issues and oral fixation? 🥺🥺🥺

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How can you possibly pay attention in history class when your professor is that hot? Let's hope you don't fail your exam...

~Thanks for the request anon(s) ♡♡ I hope you don't mind me combining the two ideas!~ ~I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ONE~

~I've gotten sooo many requests in the queue - I love them all, but it will take me some time to catch up ♡♡ thanks for your patience~

7k words - Warnings: smut, blow jobs, oral sex, daddy!kink, Elijah being bossy, tenth century history...

{Part Two}

You looked up at Mr. Mikaelson, with wide, doe eyes, as you knelt before him. His hand gently caressed your face, his thumb grazing across your plump bottom lip. You let out a soft moan, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable, begging to be touched.

Your eyes followed his every movement as he unzipped his trousers, pulling his hard cock from his boxers. His hand moved to the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair as his eyes met yours, giving you a firm nod, allowing you to take the first taste of him.

Slowly, you took him into your mouth, letting out a sigh at the perfect weight of his cock on your tongue. His fingers tightened around your locks as he gave you a sharp tug, pulling you towards him, causing his length to hit the back of your throat. You closed your eyes as you focused on pleasuring him, sucking and licking at his shaft.

"Good girl, so good for me" He growled, his hips slowly thrusting into your mouth, "Such a pretty little thing on her knees for me".

You moaned in response, the praise he gave you spurring you on, making you move faster, wanting to please him more, wanting him to feel good.

You felt yourself growing wetter as he took control of the movements of your head, his grip on you becoming harsher. You opened your eyes once more, looking up at him as his hips stuttered, and his eyes fluttered shut.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, as his thrusts became sloppy.

"Cum for me daddy," you moaned, then a flicker of confusion crossed your face as the sound of an alarm echoed in your ears.

Your eyes opened, and you shot up out of bed. You rolled over and grabbed your phone, "Fuck!" you screamed, it was 8:30 am.

"Shit shit shit shit" you repeated as you quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed your things.

You raced out the door and began to run to campus, knowing full well that you wouldn't make it on time.

When you arrived at the exam room, you were already 30 minutes late. You wanted to cry, knowing that Mr. Mikaelson would not let you take it. You slowly entered the room, hoping that he would show you mercy, but to no avail.

He sat there, looking just as handsome as he did in your dreams, grading papers as the rest of the class worked in hushed silence.

"Miss Y/L/N," He said, not looking up from his papers, "see me after class".

Your heart sunk as you shuffled towards your seat, dropping your bag next to your desk. You looked up to find the eyes of your classmates looking at you.

"Eyes on your own exams," Mr. Mikaelson warned the class, his tone icy.

The rest of the hour seemed to drag on, with nothing to do, your mind wandered back to your dream, a familiar heat settling between your legs. You had a crush on him since the first day, but lately everything seemed to be escalating. You could barely pay attention in his class, so distracted by your fantasy of having him in your mouth.

When the bell finally rang, you sat frozen in your seat. The rest of the students slowly shuffled out of the room, casting sympathetic glances in your direction as they did.

When the room was empty, Mr. Mikaelson stepped in front of your desk, eyes darkened, waiting for you to look up at him.

"My office. 4:00 pm. You will take the exam. No excuses." He stated matter-of-factly.

Your stomach twisted, and your breath hitched, as you looked up at him through your lashes. He looked stunning. His hands clasped behind his back as he towered above you. He was always dressed with a suit and tie. His hair was slightly messy, probably from running his fingers through his hair and a pair of reading glasses sat low on his nose.

"If you are late, you will not have the opportunity to retake it. Do I make myself clear Miss. Y/L/N?" He looked over your appearance, as you sat there helplessly, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"Yes, sir" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Good." He turned on his heels, walking back to his desk to collect his things, and preparing to leave. "Now be a good girl and go to your next class."

That was it? That's all he wanted to say? Wait, good girl, you thought. You bit your lip, he definitely said 'good girl'. The sudden image of your mouth wrapped around his cock flashed across your mind, and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Your cheeks flushed red, and you quickly left the room, embarrassed by your own thoughts.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. You barely paid attention in any of your classes, too distracted by the idea of being alone with Mr. Mikaelson. By the time the last bell had rung, you made your way to his office. Your hands were shaking, and your heart was racing in anticipation.

"Mr. Mikaelson?" You asked as you knocked gently on the door, peaking your head inside. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Right on time. Good." He smiled, a small, pleasant smile. But it only made you more nervous.

You slipped into the room, slowly closing the door behind you, watching him as he slid the exam across the table, toward you.

"You may begin".

You looked down at the paper before you, it was on the tenth century, a time period you were well versed in. You glanced up at Mr. Mikaelson and shot him a little smirk, pleased that you knew your stuff.

When you finished you slid your paper over to him, with a graceful flick of his wrist he put on his glasses as he looked it over, eyebrow raised, impressed with the way you had answered.

"Do you drink? Wine, bourbon?" He asked as he stood from his desk and walked over to the small bar he had in his office.

"I'll have whatever you are having" you replied, the feeling of your stomach tightening and knotting as he closed the space between you.

"Wine, then," he said, pouring two glasses and handing one to you. "Salute" he clinked his glass with yours as you brought it to your lips.

He moved to the front side of his desk, leaning against it and looking down at you. His face was stoic, but there was something in his eyes, a fire that hadn't been there earlier.

"So," he said, bringing his glass to his lips, "you are a bit of an anomaly to me, Miss Y/L/N" he said as his eyes trailed over you, drinking you in, a familiar flush began tinting your cheeks.

You laughed, a tiny giggle, and smiled, "How so?"

He shook his head and laughed softly. "Well, you test incredibly well, yet you never seem to be paying attention in my class."

Your smile faded, your face burned with embarrassment. You couldn't possibly admit to why you were so distracted.

"Did I say something to upset you?" he asked as he set down his glass of wine, turning his body to face you.

"No, of course not" you stammered, not meeting his eyes.

What could you say? 'You're just really attractive and I can't concentrate in class because I'm too busy thinking about your dick in my mouth'?

"If you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't help you" he replied in a soft tone.

You didn't know if it was the wine, or the strange almost subconscious influence of the dream you had that morning, but you felt brave. You lifted your head and looked him dead in the eye, trying to sound confident.

"I've been having these dreams, constantly lately..." you said, "and they have been interfering with my attention" you paused, studying his face for any reaction, and you continued, a whisper, barely audible "They have all involved you"

The look on his face was enough to send shockwaves through your core. His eyebrows shot up and he moved a little closer, now right in front of you, towering over you, making you feel small. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his arms, the button-up shirt pulled tight, his muscles flexing. This had to be a dream.

"What are they about? If I might ask" he spoke, drawing your attention back up to his face, your cheeks blazing as you gaped at him like a fish out of water.

You blinked rapidly as the realization that this was, in fact, happening, struck you. What could you say? The truth? Surely, he wouldn't take kindly to your mind producing nightly fantasies that starred him? Would he laugh at you? Tell you to get the hell out of his office and go home, never to return? Would he ever be able to look at you again without thinking of you as the pathetic, horny college kid that had a pathetic, horny crush on him? Probably not. But also, you knew that look in his eye, it was the kind all men had when they wanted to fuck you.

Your mind did some quick calculations on how badly this could go, but it seemed like your pussy was in control right now because it was the voice speaking, and it said, "Can I show you? Sir?" as your eyes trailed downward to his crotch.

There, right before you, was the evidence that maybe, just maybe, you weren't the only one in here all hot and bothered by the other. You looked up at him, feeling a little bit smug, as you saw his eyes follow your line of sight before flashing back up to yours.

You didn't wait for his response, instead you moved off the chair and on to your knees, your hands slowly skimming up his thighs, stopping just short of the proof you were sure you'd find in a moment.

"Can I?" you asked, in the most innocent voice you could, which wasn't all that convincing. You were in over your head, and you knew it, a hint of confusion shadowing his face at your words.

"I should be the one asking permission, miss" he responded before he placed his hand on your head, brushing your hair from your face in a gentle caress.

You couldn't believe this was really happening, and you sublty pinched your thigh, hard, and while it did sting a bit, you didn't wake up.

Your eyes met his once more, your hand darting forward and over the crotch of his pants, and yes, just as you hoped, he was rock solid.

Before you had much time to revel in your delight though he gently grabbed your wrist and paused your movements before you could get carried away with yourself.

"We can't do this" his words didn't convince you as you looked up at his face and saw the same emotions he'd displayed since the beginning flash across it.

He wanted this just as much as you did, why was he stopping you?

Feeling bold, you stood, taking his hand and leading him to the plush armchair in the corner of the room, you pushed him lightly, but playfully, causing him to gently fall into the seat

For a split second you enjoyed the image before you, Mr. Mikaelson looked slightly dazed with his glasses askew, as he gazed up at you in the chair.

Then you slowly kneeled between his legs, resting your hands on his thighs. Looking up at him from where you were, you could appreciate his physique, his broad shoulders and strong arms. Even in his suit, you could see the muscle definition in his chest and abdomen, the hard planes visible underneath. He leaned forward and stroked your hair, tucking it behind your ear. You met his gaze and he looked deep into your eyes, his thumb brushing over your lips, bringing them to part slightly.

"Mr. Mikaelson.. Sir" you could hear the neediness in your voice as you melted under his touch. "You don't know how badly I’ve wanted this"

He looked quite flushed, probably just as eager as you were. His brown eyes were almost black. You couldn't think, only focused on the throbbing sensation that was pooling low in your belly.

You grasped the button on his trousers and deftly popped it open. You carefully unzipped him, your stomach fluttering in excitement. You glanced up again and watched his face as you pulled his pants down his thighs. He breathed deeply, eyes closed, looking tense but ready to receive pleasure.

The black boxers he was wearing strained over his erect cock. The shape bulged as you nuzzled against him. You placed small kisses along his shaft, teasing him through the thin material. You lifted his shirt to give yourself a better view, then began tugging his boxers down.

His dick sprung out from under the fabric, and you caught your breath in surprise. It was large, not overly large, just bigger than what you expected. You stroked him gently, becoming accustomed to his size. Your hands followed his length from base to tip, your grip tightening, causing him to groan.

You gave the head soft kitten licks, looking up at him to gauge his reactions. His fingers in your hair slowly pushed your face closer, signaling for you to take more of him into your mouth. You opened your mouth and welcomed the weight of his cock on your tongue.

He tasted so delicious. It was the perfect mix of sweat, musk and pure man. You wanted to make him feel good, to make him lose control. To feel him holding onto you as he tried to contain himself. You bobbed your head and took more of his length with every pass. His breathing became labored and you looked up to see his eyes on you, watching as you sucked him. He looked intensely focused, biting his lower lip.

You slowly pulled off of him, sucking on the tip before letting go with a lewd pop. His cock was slick with your spit, glistening in the lamplight. You licked his length, kissing and sucking along the sides.

"Do you like that daddy?" The words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"What did you just call me?" he breathed, moving your head back so you were face to face again.

Your face flushed in embarrassment, as you avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was caught up in the moment... I.." Your eyes flickered up to his, and you could see that a smirk had begun to spread on his face.

Your thoughts were racing, had you really just called your professor 'Daddy'? And, more importantly, he liked it?

"Sir..." you breathed as he leaned back in his chair, a confident look settling on his face as he rubbed his scruff.

"Interesting" he said as he looked at you, licking his lips as he studied your face, which was now resembling a ripe tomato.

This was it, he would never be able to look at you with out laughing at the way you had acted. Shame burned hot on your cheeks and you hung your head in embarrassment.

"Look at me," he said softly, when you didn't he placed his finger under your chin, pulling your face towards him.

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he whispered a barely audible "do it again"

"Daddy" you repeated, watching as his cock twitch as you said it.

"Good girl" he praised, lightly pressing on your shoulders.

His hand returned to your hair, drawing you toward him, leading you back down his length. You ran the tip of your tongue around the head of his cock before teasing the slit, gathering precum on your tongue and swallowing it down eagerly.

His hips bucked forward involuntarily and he let out a throaty moan. You smiled and took him back into your mouth, swallowing his cock to the base. You held him there for a moment before bobbing your head rapidly.

"Just like that," he moaned.

You could tell he was close from the way his breathing changed and gripped your hair tighter. "So fucking good," he said roughly, tugging on the strands and angling you where he liked best.

He stilled your movements suddenly, making it so you couldn't do anything but sit still with his dick in your mouth. His cock rested on your tongue, the sensitive head leaking precum. You bobbed your head and continued to suck him, lapping up all of his fluid. His breathing grew ragged as his release approached.

He tugged on your hair, pulling your head off of him so only the tip remained inside your mouth. His eyes were closed, and you took the opportunity to kiss the head of his cock, toying with it between your lips.

"Will you cum in my mouth daddy?"

A loud groan left his throat, his breath coming in huffs. "Jesus, yes."

He held you in place and began thrusting shallowly into your throat, all while you stared up at him from where you knelt. You couldn't break his gaze.

He watched your throat contract as you swallowed him down. He seemed to appreciate the amount of saliva that leaked from the corners of your mouth, tracing a glistening path down to his balls.

You hollowed your cheeks and gave a long, drawn-out suck.

"Oh my sweet girl, do that again." His breathing was labored, his tone deep and raspy. His body jerked slightly, thrusting deeper, struggling to hold back. He cupped your face and brushed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a tear that escaped.

You did as he asked, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. He kept his gaze on yours. You opened your mouth wider, relaxing your throat, and let out a soft hum. It sent the most delicious sensation through his dick, sending him over the edge.

You swallowed down everything he gave you, never once breaking eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet, and you gave little swallows to pull more from him.

He shuddered and you couldn't help but moan around him at how wrecked he looked. His hair was messed up and there was a wild look in his eyes. He was gazing down at you with a possessive, determined expression, like he was seeing you for the very first time.

He slowly withdrew his cock, watching it slide past your swollen lips. You gently hummed and gave the tip a few soft kisses before leaning back.

You could see the satisfied smirk on his face. He released your hair and pushed his cock back inside his boxers. He tucked his shirt back in and straightened up, then tugged you by the arm to help you off the ground.

He was quiet as he looked down at your completely ravished appearance. Your eyes looked heavy and hooded, and your lips were red and puffy from being stretched open. There was a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin and he could see how turned on you were.

He beckoned you to sit on his lap, which you gladly did, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found their way around your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed your lips tenderly, then trailed his lips along the column of your throat.

You sighed, melting against him, he felt so nice and warm. His stubble tickled your skin, bringing you out of your haze. The closeness of him, the way he held you, was surprisingly intimate. You hadn't expected to be so affected by something so simple.

"That was unexpected," he said softly, as his hands moved slowly along the lines of your sides, the action wasn't provocative, rather it was in the comforting, sensual kind of way. It allowed him to explore your body, to familiarize himself.

As the lust faded, you felt a deep sense of uncertainty about what would happen. You also had no idea where this might lead, or how quickly. It wasn't smart to get involved with your teacher, and it definitely wasn't smart to have his cum in your mouth.You usually knew better than to put yourself in situations like this with people you didn't know. You knew nothing about the man, save for what you learned in his class. But the logical part of your brain seemed to have checked out for the night.

You moved off of him, causing him to loosen his grip on you, his eyes following your movements.

"Thank you for letting me take my exam late, I really appreciate it," you said awkwardly, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

He gave you a puzzled look and nodded, reaching out to take your hand before you got too far.

"Are you alright?" he asked, gently squeezing your hand, concern etched in his features.

"Yeah, I.. have some assignments due and some studying to do. I should go, I've taken up too much of your time already," you brushed his hand off and swiftly headed out the door before he could respond.

From the moment you woke up the next day, you were dreading going to your history class. Not only had you embarrassingly called one of the hottest men you'd ever met, 'daddy', but then you had given him head and actually liked it.

You'd never acted like that before, it was completely out of character and despite his positive reaction, it did nothing to ease your anxiety around him.

He was such an enigma and it didn't make any sense to you. He looked and acted for all the world like the perfect gentlemen, but there had been an edge to him, when he'd looked down at you while you'd...well, done what you had. Like he was just holding himself back, and you wanted to see what would happen when he finally let go.

Even though it was such a bad idea.

Maybe you should just skip today, maybe the rest of the year, you knew that you would probably spend the entire class thinking about how you sucked his cock. You let out a long sigh, and headed to class anyway, you didn't want to skip your lecture, even though your mind was a muddled mess.

Class began the usual way, and you went about taking notes while he lectured, ignoring the way your face burned when you glanced up and saw him looking at you. At some point he began talking about the vikings and you mind began to wander. Daydreaming about the way his cock had throbbed in your mouth as he came.

You were lost in a daze of desire, subconsciously sucking on the end of your pen, you were unaware of the heated look he was giving you. How he was transfixed by the sight of the pen disappearing between your lips, followed by a flick of your tongue as you glanced up, looking directly at him as you gave it an obscene suck. His eyes narrowed at the sight, you weren't the only one who was distracted.

His lecturing halted momentarily and everyone noticed he looked more flustered than usual. The classroom was quiet, as they all watched in confusion. His eyes met yours and he quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head as if he was coming back to reality.

"Miss Y/L/N, please see me after class" he directed at you before abruptly continuing to lecture.

You looked away, feeling tense, maybe skipping class hadn't been such a bad idea.

You stood there, watching the room empty, and waiting for the last of your classmates to leave. When the room was empty, you approached his desk, where he was gathering his belongings, preparing to leave.

"Is everything ok, professor?" You asked, as he finished putting his books away and turned to face you.

"That's not the term I was hoping to hear, especially considering our encounter yesterday," he said, a smirk spreading on his face.

"Sorry, I..I mean Mr. Mikaelson," you replied, looking down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"It's Elijah, and I believe that you were referring to me as something else" he teased, his dark eyes searching yours, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sly grin.

Your face flushed, as you remembered how you'd called him 'daddy', and how much he had liked it.

"So, why did you want to see me?" You asked, hoping that you could steer the conversation away from the previous day's events.

"How do you feel about Italian? Tonight, seven o'clock, my place?" He gave you a handsome smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Tonight?" you echoed.

"At seven," he repeated.

"You want me to have dinner at your place?" you clarified.

"Yes," he nodded.

"With you?" you asked.

"Unless you are busy," he teased.

"No, no I'm not. I'd love to. I mean..." You didn't want to accept the date too quickly, like you were over eager to spend time with him.

"Good, it's settled then."

When Elijah arrived to pick you up, you were surprised that he actually came to your door. The typical nervous excitement bubbled in your belly as you opened it for him. He looked so good, wearing a black button-down shirt without his usual blazer. He had no tie tonight and his top buttons were undone.

He seemed to enjoy your outfit choice. Your dress was long enough that it had an innocent feel, but the deep V at the front could not be ignored. It was bold and eye-catching. He took your hand and brushed his lips across your knuckles.

"Shall we?" His brown eyes twinkled.

It was a short drive to his place. He led you through the building and into the elevator, then used a key to access the penthouse. The doors slid open into a massive room, the entire wall facing the city was a huge window, offering a spectacular view.

The floors were a light oak, and the walls a crisp white. Modern art was hung on the walls, and a large, leather couch was situated in the middle of the room. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, and a coffee table was filled with candles, making it cozy. And of course, books. There were books everywhere, on every surface and neatly lined up on the floor.

You walked to the window, amazed by the view. You could see the whole city and the mountains beyond.

"Do you live here alone?"

"I have a brother who stays here sometimes," he replied.

"This place is incredible. The view is stunning."

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, moving towards the kitchen.

You sat on his kitchen counter, drinking wine as you watched him cook, chatting casually. He was so interesting and passionate, and you enjoyed the stories he told. You found yourself becoming more comfortable around him. The longer you spent in his presence, the better you felt. You were hooked.

"Can I ask you something?," you started, after swirling the wine around your glass, then taking a drink.

"Of course." Elijah looked over at you.

"How are you still single? You're incredibly hot, smart and charming," You blushed, hoping you weren't sounding desperate. He laughed, turning his attention back to the food.

"I don't really have time for dating. I spend all my free time on my research,"

"And sex," You added, a teasing smirk appearing on your lips.

"Is that what you think? That I'm one of those professors?" He smirked, looking amused.

"Are you saying you don't have sex with students?" You asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Not yet," he replied.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you shifted slightly on the counter. His words had the desired effect on you. He chuckled and began plating the food.

"Let's eat while our food is still hot."

Dinner with Elijah was surprisingly pleasant, the conversation was entertaining and he asked you lots of questions about your personal interests, family and passions. You were falling hard for the man, he was just so easy to get along with. By the time he had cleaned everything up and washed the dishes, you were well over your initial awkwardness and laughing more freely.

You walked around his place, admiring the art on the walls. There were beautiful paintings, some that were probably very old and expensive. You noticed a piano in the corner of the living room, and wondered if he played.

The fire was still going and it made the room warm and cozy. You kicked off your shoes and curled up on the sofa.

Elijah walked in with a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses.

"You have an amazing collection of paintings," you remarked, as he sat beside you.

"Thank you, I've collected them for years," he said, handing you a glass.

You smiled as you brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip. You felt his eyes on you and glanced up to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable, and you suddenly felt self conscious.

"You passed your exam, by the way." He finally spoke.

"I'm sorry I left so quickly. I know that was weird," you looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"I wasn't sure if I had upset you," his hand was warm on your thigh, rubbing gently.

"You didn't, I was just..." You looked up at him, seeing his eyes searching yours, the question was there, and he deserved an honest answer. "I have a confession."

"Oh?" he leaned forward, placing his wine on the coffee table, giving you his full attention.

"I've wanted you since the first day of class," you admitted.

"Hmmm.." He smirked, looking you up and down. The look in his eyes was hungry. "Speaking of class, I have some extra credit work for you," he leaned over, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

Your body was pressed against his, and his hand was holding you in place by your ass. Your nipples hardened as you moved against him.

"What do I have to do, professor?" Your lips parted and he met you, giving you a passionate kiss. You moaned as you twisted his shirt in your fists, responding eagerly.

"Take this off." he tugged at your dress, signaling for you to lift your arms. You pulled away so that he could take the garment off. His brown eyes glowed as he took in your appearance.

You were wearing your favorite lingerie, dark red lace that formed to your figure perfectly. Your nipples pebbled through the material, a noticeable wet patch appeared on your panties.

"Spread your legs." Elijah's voice sent tingles along your skin, commanding yet soft. You obeyed his command, pushing your thighs open.

"Pop quiz, Miss Y/L/N." He teased, tracing his fingertips along the edge of your panties.

"Who was the ruler of the Holy Roman Empire during the tenth century?" He asked, his fingers slowly circling your clit over the fabric. You whimpered, your breath hitching.

"Otto the great." you said, and the moment the words left your lips, he hooked his finger around the thin strap of your thong and snapped it against your hip. You gasped, and the sting made your clit ache.

"Good girl, you're learning" He hummed, rubbing the sting away.

"What significant event took place in 987 AD that marked the beginning of the Capetian dynasty in France?" His finger slipped under your panties and he ran his fingertips through your wetness.

"Hugh Capet was crowned King of the Franks."

"That's my good girl, very smart," his thumb began to rub lazy circles on your clit, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Which Islamic caliphate was at its height during the tenth century and played a crucial role in preserving and advancing knowledge?" He asked, his fingers stroking along your slit, and then circling your entrance.

"The A-abbasids." You moaned as he slipped a finger inside you.

"So you have been paying attention in my class," He chuckled, slipping his finger out of you.

"Yes, Professor Mikaelson," you groaned, rocking against his hand, desperate for more friction.

"Which Chinese dynasty ruled during the tenth century and is often considered a high point in Chinese civilization, known for its advances in arts, science, and technology?" He asked, his breath ghosting across your lips.

"T-the Sung dynasty," You whispered, and he plunged two fingers deep inside you, causing you to cry out.

"Very good, such a clever girl," his mouth covered yours, swallowing your moans.

"Last question," he teased, and you groaned in frustration, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he wouldn't let you move.

"In the tenth century, what Viking explorer is believed to have reached North America, making him one of the earliest known Europeans to do so?" He asked, his thumb grazing over your clit as his fingers curled inside you.

"Leif Erikson," you cried, your hips jerking.

"That's right, such a clever, clever girl," he praised, thrusting his fingers faster, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, grinding against him.

You felt a rush of arousal, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"Do you want to cum for me?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

"Y-yes, please." You stammered.

"Such a polite, obedient girl. What was it you called me yesterday? Daddy? Do you want daddy's cock, baby?"

"Y-yes, I want your cock, daddy."

He withdrew his fingers from you, and you watched as he licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Get on the floor."

You slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled his cock free and stroked it a few times, looking down at you.

You opened your mouth and leaned forward, pressing his cock between your lips. You looked up at him, sucking eagerly. He let out a deep groan, his hand threading through your hair.

He guided you up and down his shaft, his hips rolling slightly. You loved the feeling of his hard cock sliding over your tongue. He began to move you faster, and you swallowed around him. He moaned, gripping your hair. You tried to take more of him into your mouth, bobbing up and down eagerly.

You could feel him getting close, his fingers digging into your scalp. You sucked harder, trying to bring him over the edge.

Before you could, he pulled you off of him, and you let out a soft cry of disappointment. “Come here," he said, pulling you into his lap.

You straddled his hips, his hands gliding over your body, finding the back clasp on your bra and unhooking it. He peeled the lace away from your body, his eyes blazing with desire as they roamed over you.

He cupped your breasts and leaned forward, capturing nipple between his lips. You moaned, your fingers pulling on his hair as he gently bit down.

You whimpered, arching your back, offering yourself to him. He lavished attention on your breasts, his mouth sucking and licking and biting until your nipples were swollen and aching.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues meeting in a slow dance. His hands tangled in your hair as he took control, tasting every part of your mouth, devouring your lips.

You moved your hips, desperately seeking contact. He halted you, a dark look in his eye, he had a dangerous edge about him, which somehow excited you even more.

"On my bed, now," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

You scrambled off of his lap, and practically ran to his bedroom. He stood and followed you, his predatory gaze making your pussy throb.

He caught up to you and pulled you into him, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your ass against him. His cock was hard against you, and you ground back into him, the friction making you moan.

"Get on the bed and show me what a good girl you are."

"Yes, daddy," you breathed, climbing onto the huge bed.

You got on all fours and presented your ass to him, arching your back.

"Spread your legs," he commanded. You reached behind and pulled the strings on the thong, exposing your wet pussy to him. You could hear him growling with lust, his hands grabbing at your ass, spreading you wider.

You could feel the heat of him hovering over your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs. You let out a low moan, and then his tongue was pressing against you, tracing patterns on your already swollen clit. You gasped, your head dropping to the bed.

"Ohh, daddy, yes," You panted as he licked and lapped at you, sucking on your clit. Your fingers twisted in the comforter. His hands gripped your hips as his tongue swirled around your entrance.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

You whined, rocking your hips back, your pussy clenching around his tongue as he drove it into you. You moaned and rolled your hips, chasing the pleasure, your entire body tightening in anticipation.

"Oh, god, yes. Please, don't stop," you begged, one of his hands trailing along your spine.

The warmth grew until you felt like you were aflame, your whole body shuddering. You came with a cry, his mouth moving with you, continuing to push you through the overwhelming waves.

His hands were on your hips, holding you in place, as his lips ghosted over your ass, pressing open mouth kisses to each of your cheeks. The stubble on his face created a delicious friction against your soft flesh, making you shiver.

The wet head of his cock slid over your pussy, dragging through your slick and bumping over your clit. You whimpered, grinding back against him. He chuckled and delivered a sharp slap to your backside.

"On your back."

You turned over, your chest heaving. He bent down, grasping your thighs and pushing your knees up against your chest. He leaned over you, his lips brushing over yours, his eyes dark.

"I'm not usually this demanding in bed, but you have this effect on me," he rasped, his hands gripping your thighs as he rubbed his cock against you.

"What are you usually like?" You asked breathlessly, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his body was pressed against yours.

"I like to savor things. Women. Food. Wine," He explained, his voice thick with desire. "I like to take my time," his lips brushed over yours as he spoke.

"I'm not usually like this either," You admitted.

He smirked, and then captured your mouth, kissing you deeply. You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, and slowly eased inside you. You gasped, breaking the kiss. You closed your eyes, your back arching as he pushed deeper, stretching you open.

"Fuck," he breathed, his forehead resting against yours.

All you could do was moan in response, as his hips began to move, setting a slow and steady pace. Your hands moved down to his ass, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. He groaned, his lips finding yours once more.

He thrust harder, and you moaned into the kiss. You were completely consumed by him, by his scent, his taste, his touch. He felt so good, his cock filling you perfectly. His hands were planted on the bed beside your head, caging you in. Your pussy was clenching around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps.

You looked up into his eyes, and you were drawn into their dark pools of lust. He smiled, leaning in to kiss you hungrily, swallowing your moans.

"Listen to the sounds you make, sweetheart. You were made for me," He growled, the filthy wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the room as he pounded into you.

You were losing your mind, his cock stroking in and out of you perfectly, his face hovering over yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair, desperate to be closer to him. Your toes were curling and your whole body was tingling, every nerve firing.

Your hands moved to his back, fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you, his body pressed against yours. His breathing was ragged, his muscles tensing. You could feel the warmth building again, the pressure mounting.

"Cum for me, sweetheart." He rasped.

His mouth was hot against you, his tongue tangling with yours. Your head fell back, his name falling from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you.

He was whispering to you, filthy words, promises and praise all mixed together. The weight of his body pressed you deeper into the mattress, his cock still hitting every sensitive spot. You whimpered and gasped, burying your face in his chest.

"That's it," He encouraged, his hips rocking against yours.

He began panting and you could feel him losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic. You clenched around him and he let out a deep groan, his cock throbbing. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he came inside you.

He leaned in, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss. He kissed you with so much passion, you swore you saw stars. Your hearts beating in sync.

You were both breathing hard, your bodies glistening with sweat. He rolled onto his side, taking you with him. You rested your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your back.

"Will you stay the night?" Elijah asked, his lips brushing against yours.

"Yes, please, sir" You sighed.

He chuckled, pulling you tightly against him. You laid tangled up in one another, sharing soft kisses and lingering touches.

You didn't expect to get caught up with your professor, but here you were. Wrapped in his sheets, in his arms. It was probably wrong, but you didn't care. He was completely irresistible, and you were hopelessly drawn to him.

This was definitely going to be an interesting semester.

♡ Do you guys want a part two?? cause I could definitely make this a whole series.. ♡

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mrsfudd · 2 months ago

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Beuckers does it best-Part 4

warnings: arguments

2 weeks later

We were about half way in me and Paige's little one month agreement and it was going great. We haven't had sex yet but something tells me it's coming soon. She takes me on 3 dates a week, small and big. They were all amazing. I had at least 7 of her hoodies now and she was slowly building a collection of my clothes. We slept together most nights except the ones where she had games. Since her and the team like to go out, I just chill at home with Sarah. Even when we are separated it never feels like it, we text and facetime 24/7. The only problem about us is that barely anyone knows about us and we are stuck in this dumb "talking stage".

"Y/N, are you here baby?" Paige called out as she walked into her dorm.

"Hi bae, how was practice" I said stretching.

"Good, but it's better to be back here with you" Paige said as she pulled me in by my waist and gave me a deep long kiss.

"I missed you" I said in between kisses.

"Hmm I missed you more baby" Paige said while picking me up, holding me by my legs and butt.

She carries me over to the bed, puts me down and is now towering over me. She starts kissing me as she climbs on top. Paige starts to feel me up. Then her phone rings.

"Hold on mama"'Paige said while getting up.

" P-paige please" I said while trying to grab on her.

" Patience baby" Paige said as she chuckled at my needy tone.

All month its been patience this and patience that, I understand waiting is good but Paige doesn't understand that I have needs. She such a tease. I cant stand it. Ill admit in the beginning it was kind of hot but know Im seriously touch deprived.

"Who was it" I asked with a slight attitude.

"KK and the girls, we are going out to lunch for team bonding." Paige said while looking for a hairbrush.

"Oh, okay." I said crossing my arms, I saw Paige give me a quick glance. Thank god some attention. Now I needed her to do was follow through.

"Whats this attitude mama, Ill be gone for 2 hours at most. Whats the problem?" Paige said.

I just suck my teeth and get on my phone. Paige rushes over to me, slaps my phone out my hand, and grabs my neck. Yes Paige, this is exactly what I wanted.

"I know what you're doing Y/N, cut the fucking attitude before you do something you regret". Paige said sternly.

Me and Paige spend so much time together that shes studied all my body language.

6 hours later.

Paige is back from hanging out with the girls and is checking up on some homework and Y/N just got back from all classes.

"Sarah, you here?" I yell out, I cant stand Paige right now.

"Hey Y/N, I missed you girl, you've been at Paige's for days" Sarah said

"I think I forgot that relationships thrive on being able to be apart. If I miss her too much I only have to take a step. She'll be fine for a night." I said to Sarah.

Sarah looked up at me and gave me a smile then blew me a kiss. She knew she had taught me well.

She knew the freshman me who would cling onto any girl she met. Sarah helped me have healthy relationships and I needed to remember it's no different with Paige.

It was 11 pm and I had a morning class. I texted Paige goodnight with a red heart.

8:45 am

I woke with Paige holding me.

"Paige, what are you doing here" I groan.

"I couldn't even think about falling asleep without you by my side Y/N, don't pull no shit like that again." Paige said while rubbing her eyes.

I wasn't mad, I was honestly relieved. It shows that Paige feels the exact same as me. Paige got up and we both decided to shower together. I got dressed and headed out for my class while Paige stayed in bed.

4:02 pm

After all my classes, me and Sarah had caught lunch together. Now I was back in my dorm with Paige.

"Baby what have you been doing all day, you've been in bed all day" I asked Paige.

"Nothing mama, it's my day off. Im lucky to be able to spend it in your presence." Paige said even though her eyes never left her phone.

"Paige what are you looking at?" I said while jumping on her.

It was me. She was making a collage of all our pictures together.

"Aw Paige, whats this for" I ask.

"Nothingg, we just look so good together." Paige told me.

I knew she was up to something.

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brookediamonds · 4 months ago

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said you’re not in my time zone, but you wanna be (part 4) | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: You're back in The Valley attempting to move on with your life after The Sekai Taikai events when an opportunity arises to compete once again. Will you finish what has been started? Will things with Axel continue like they did back in Barcelona? Or will true colors come to surface and betrayals be made?

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 → alternate ending

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: None, allusions to sex

(a/n: the moment we've all been waiting for.... ps. keep in mind this is a fanfic and not everything will line up with the story of the show. thank you for all the love on this series, i hope y'all are pleased with it.)

gif is not mine

You toss your back pack on the floor of your bedroom before plopping down onto your bed, stomach down.

Like clock work, your fingers move instinctively to the Face Time app like you did everyday this past month, pressing the name that sent your heart into overdrive.

The call rings once, twice, and then the screen lights up with his face. His hair is a mess, sticking up in different directions, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, barely open.

"Morning, handsome," you tease your long distance boyfriend.

Axel groans, his face burrowing itself into the pillow. "Not time yet."

You tsk'd glancing at the small clock on your nightstand that read '3:01 PM'.

"I'm afraid so," you regret to inform him. "It's 7:01 am over there."

He picks his face up from the comfort, his dark blue irises shining from the bright reflection of you in his screen.

"I'm so tired," he mumbles rubbing a hand over his face to awaken himself. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the sleepiness a little more intense this morning.

"You didn't sleep very well, did you?" You ask worryingly. "You had a nightmare?"

Axel nods, unable to vocalize that he had another nightmare about Kwon's fall back in Barcelona.

"I'm sorry, baby," you attempt to console him over the phone. "You should've called me, I would've stayed on the phone with you while you slept."

He chuckles knowing in fact you have answered his calls in the middle of class, leaving an earbud in one ear as he would try and go back to sleep with you on the other end.

"You have school to worry about, ljubavi," his nickname for you sends a warmth through you. "Don't worry about me, I'm good."

You frown wanting nothing but to reach across the screen and wrap your arms around the boy who held the trauma the most out of everyone.

"I miss you," you whisper as the ache in your chest surfaces. Axel's gaze softens, a lazy tug pulling at the corners of his lips.

"I miss you too," he exhales, sleep still evident in his deep voice.

The past month has been life altering for everyone, what was supposed to be a tournament of champions around the world turned into a deadly outcome of someone that was led down the wrong path in life.

After you and Axel parted ways the next day, you made a promise to each other to keep in contact as much as possible, no matter the time, or distance.

"Tell me about your day, I like hearing your voice when I wake up," he says as he sat up in his bed, removing the blanket over him.

You smile softly before giving him a run down of the past 8 hours while he slept.

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"Have you heard anything?" You ask Sam as you helped unfold a red cloth to place over a table in the LaRusso Dealership.

"Not yet," she says quietly, her eyes drifting over to Miguel who blew up balloons with Johnny. "You?"

You sighed spreading your hands among the soft fabric, smoothing it out over the tabletop.

"No, and my mom keeps sending me Tik-Tok's on the best places to see when in Okinawa," you huff.

Sam lets out a small laugh at you mother's eagerness for you to be accepted into the CIEE Study Abroad Program in Okinawa, Japan.

"Sounds like she's more excited than you are," your best friend teases you.

"I am," you say with a slight shrug. "I just don't want to get my hopes up if I can't get a scholarship."

"Did you get approved for grants or loans?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, not everything is covered though."

You remember the large numbers written across the screen of your computer, even with the grants and subsidized loans, your mom who already works 2 jobs, would have to pay out of pocket.

"You're gonna get that scholarship," Sam assures you, placing a hand on top of your, squeezing it lightly. "I know you will."

You nod, thanking her silently for the encouragement before looking back at her boyfriend. "Have you told him yet? About our plans?"

Sam places her face in her hands, shaking her head.

"No, I don't know when the right time is, especially if we don't know our acceptance yet," she explains. "Have you told Axel?"

You grimace, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nope, I like you don't know how to tell him," you relate. "I don't want him to be freaked out that I could move closer to him."

"I think you should tell him, from the way I saw you two back in Barcelona... I think he'll be excited," she gives you a small smile.

"Yeah, maybe," you blush thinking of the morning's and nights you and Axel talk on the phone and constantly send each other messages of random updates.

It's been only a month, and it's felt like an entirety without him.

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"Alright, what is the big news?" You ask setting your laptop down on your desk, continuing to get ready for the LaRusso dealership anniversary party.

"Sensei told us the tournament is back on, and it will be there in The Valley!" Axel informs you all at once.

You froze mid-swipe of your lipgloss, glancing back at the boy taking up your screen.

"W—What?" You question moving closer to the computer. "How?"

"All the sensei's agreed to come back, and pick up where we left off at tournament," he explains. "Mr. Silver is paying for everything."

You can't help scoff at the mention of Silver's name, the bitterness overcoming you.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy," Axel frowns seeing the distraught look on your face.

"I am, I'm dying to see you," you reassure him. "But Silver still being with you guys... it doesn't feel right."

"Don't worry, ljubavi," he spoke softly. "He means nothing. I can't wait to see you again."

You shake off the bad feeling, instead focusing on the fact that you'd be able to reconcile with the boy you missed the most.

"Me too," you say, your eyes softening. "Maybe this is a good thing."

Axel looks at the camera fondly, a small smile upon his lips.

"You look beautiful by the way," he compliments you, causing you to blush. You weren't sure if Silver bringing back the tournament was a good thing, but one thing was for certain.

You couldn't wait to be with Axel in person again.

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The next few weeks are spent training for the revival of the tournament, you find yourself sparring with each and every one you know to help prep you for any outcome.

Tory attempts to drop out of the challenge but with you and Sam in her corner again, she opts to join again, but still stays with Cobra Kai.

It's the night before the rematch of Robby and Axel, you're dressed in a simple white sundress, tugging at your homemade bracelet as you knock quietly on the hotel door.

You don't know why you're nervous to see Axel again, your fingers shake slightly as they brush the bracelet on your wrist. The door immediately swings open revealing the person you ached to see.

Axel stands there, barefoot, hair slightly damp from a shower, his black t-shirt hanging loose over his frame. But it’s his eyes that hold you still, widened slightly, flickering over you as if trying to memorize everything all over again.

"Hi," you whisper softly.

Axel doesn't say anything as he steps forward, engulfing you into his arms, your feet lifting off the ground as he crashes his lips into yours in a kiss that makes your head spin.

You barely have time to react before you’re sinking into him, one hand running over the back of his head, the other fisting into the fabric of his shirt as he holds you like he never wants to let go.

Axel walks you backward into the room, the door shutting close, only breaking the kiss when you’re both breathless.

"I forgot how beautiful you are in person," he murmurs leaning his forehead against yours. Your heart is racing, eager you were finally here, in his arms.

"I should stay away more often if this is the greeting I'll get every time I see you," you tease him, your lips curving up into a smirk.

He chuckles before diving in for another kiss, taking his time to memorize the softness and warmth of your lips.

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"This is not what I meant by dinner and a movie," you grin placing the freshly delivered pizza on the bed for you and Axel to share.

You adjust his large shirt over your frame as you move to sit back on the bed next to the boy who stared at you with adoring eyes.

"I'm not complaining," he smirks pressing a lingering kiss below your ear as you flipped the lid open to the box.

You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the movie options on the tv before you.

Axel grabs a slice of the pepperoni pizza, holding it up to your lips as you searched through the menu. You laughed softly before taking a bite.

He takes a bite after you, continuing to watch you as you ponder what to choose.

"Don't just gawk at me, help me choose a movie!" You whine, fighting back a smile.

"Okay, okay," he grins chewing through the mouthful of food.

Deciding on 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' you and Axel attempt to watch the movie, but once you finish eating, talking overcomes the both of you.

"So, I decided to do something... kind of life changing," you say, eyes watching Kate Hudson as she decorates Ben's apartment with her stuff.

Axel turns his head toward you, one eyebrow quirking in curiosity. He shifts on the bed, propping himself up against the pillows as he watches you closely.

"What is it?" He asks giving you his undivided attention. You nod, suddenly feeling a little anxious, unable to bring the words outs.

Axel see's this and takes ahold of your hand in his, squeezing it in reassurance.

"I applied to the study abroad program in Okinawa."

For a moment, there’s silence.

You bite your lip, rushing to add, "Not because of you, or—or because it’s close to Hong Kong or anything."

He furrows his eyebrows at your wording making you panic and continue word vomiting.

"I mean, obviously, I love that I’d get to see you more, but this is something I wanted even before we, before us happened," you gesture between your bodies.

Axel stares at you for a second longer, then, to your surprise, his lips curve into the biggest, most genuine grin.

"Are you kidding me?" he breathes, blue eyes shining. "That's great, ljubavi!"

Relief washes through you, the nerves fading away.

"You said in Barcelona you wanted to explore the world," he reminds you. "And now you get to do that. I'm so happy for you."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, before laying a tender kiss to your temple. Your heart swells, warmth spreading through you at his words and actions.

"It's not for sure yet, but Sam and I submitted our applications about a month and half ago," you say. "We should be hearing back any day now."

Axel nods leaning back against the headboard.

"You both will get in, I have no doubts," he assures you. "How is her boyfriend's mom?"

You smile grabbing your phone to pull up pictures from the group chat with all of your friends.

"She's doing so good," you gush pressing on the new photos of Miguel's baby sister. "Miguel and Robby became big brothers just 2 weeks ago."

Axel smiles as you scroll through the photos of baby Laura, pointing out how small and cute she is to him.

"Thanks for asking," you say appreciating the fact that he cared enough to remember about your friends.

"Well maybe after tournament, I can meet your friends, and your mom," he suggests. One thing that stood out to Axel about you was the love and care you held for those around you.

He wanted to be apart of that too.

"I'd love that," you grin. "I should probably warn you about my mom though... she'll love you."

Axel laughs sinking down into the pillows, tugging you along with him.

"I can't wait," he says lowly, brushing his lips against your nose.

And neither could you.

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You decide against spending the night at the hotel filled with the competition, and not wanting to wake up feeling unprepared.

Besides your jet lagged boyfriend fell asleep the minute the clock struck 10 pm.

Making your way into the elevator, you fiddle with your car keys, already reminiscing the last few hours you had with Axel.

Consumed by your thoughts, you don't notice the tiny girl that's slipped in beside you.

"I hope you enjoyed your time with him, it won't last very long after this."

Glancing to your left you see Zara standing next to you, her arms crossed. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about," you say lowly, your eyes staying in the doors in front of you.

Zara lets out a chuckle, take a step in front of you.

"Axel might want you now," she continues, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "but want isn’t everything. Loyalty is. And his loyalty?”

She’s staring at you with intense eyes, her hands on hips. "That belongs to us, his team, his sensei, the Iron Dragons."

She lets the words sink in before adding, "Not you."

Your jaw tightens. You know she’s trying to get in your head, but that doesn’t stop the sting of her words from settling uncomfortably in your chest.

"Axel and I know where we stand," you try to say coolly. "Nothing you say changes that."

The elevator dings, doors sliding open. Zara steps out first, turning over her shoulder with one last smirk. "You're just a distraction, sweetheart. So enjoy your time while it lasts."

With that, she disappears down the hall, leaving you standing frozen in the elevator, your stomach twisting.

You know what she says isn't true, Axel cares for you. He wants to be a part of your life, beyond just stolen moments and FaceTime calls.

But her words cling to you, whispering doubts you can’t quite shake.

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part 5

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(a/n: we backkkk wasn't sure if the same people still wanted to be tagged, but tagged y'all anyways. i needed to get this going before i got distracted with the other amazing requests im getting, so here's this part.)

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parkaplayboy · 4 months ago

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75% || Chapter 4

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

a/n: guys i am so sorry for the impromptu hiatus, its midterm season so i had to lock in for a while </3

words: 1.6k

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Friday at 8:34 pm

“If there was an award for making things a bigger deal than they are, you’d win every year.” Evan jeered from your doorway. You let your arms fall to your sides, both hands stuffed with a different shirt. “Well, some of us single people need to dress to impress.” You eyed his outfit, noting that he at least opted to wear a non-stained pair of sweats. “Oh, I get it. You’re trying to put on a fashion show and have a little bit of a Cinderella moment, huh?”

“No,” That’s exactly what you were doing. “I just want to look my best, is that so unbelievable?” Evan snorted and folded his arms skeptically. “Yeah, actually it is. Just last week you went to the store in sweats two times your size and a shirt with a Cheeto stained handprint on it.” Evan’s girlfriend Ciara walked down the hall, joining him in the doorway. “Okay, well to be fair, going to the store and a party are two wildly different scenarios.” You knew you liked her for a reason. ”See! She gets it!” You lifted up the two shirt options to your torso and angled yourself to face her. “Left or right?” Ciara stayed silent, eyes swapping back and forth between the two options. “Right. Oh and you should wear those jeans you wore at my birthday party last month, I think it’ll be a good outfit.” You smiled, internally thanking Evan for dating a fashion design major. “Ev, if you guys ever break up I choose her in the divorce.” Evan raised his hands to his chest in mock offense. “Damn, not even fifty-fifty custody? I’m hurt, Y/N.”

Ciara pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time. “It’s about 8:30 right now so we should probably start heading out. Fashionably late is one thing but no one likes the people who show up half-way through.” Right, the party. For a small moment, the anxiety coursing through your veins had dissipated but the time reminder brought it all back. “Alright, let me finish getting dressed and we can go.”

The car rolled down the block filled from wall to wall with some of the shittiest parallel parking jobs you'd ever seen. “Gee, I wonder which house it is.” Ciara commented sarcastically as Bebe’s house came into view, the lawn littered with people and solo cups. Evan pulled into an open spot in front of the house to the right and put the car in part. “Well,” Evan turned around to face, arm slumped over the seat. “We’re here. Anyone who has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.” It was clear that he was specifically talking to you, giving you room to change your mind. You took a deep breath and let it out. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door to exit. “Who’s ready to drink some cheap alcohol and listen to spotify’s top 100 hits playlist?” Ciara cheered, scrambling out of the car accompanied by Evan throwing his fist in the air and doing the same. “If you blackout, I’m drawing at least two dicks on your face before you wake up.” “Ha ha. Very funny.” You had intended for that to come out sharper than it did, but settled for the weird shaky tone that came out instead. Your heart thrashed harder and harder in your chest as you approached the house. ‘It’s just a party, Y/N. Very low-stakes. Worst case scenario you end up puking in a bush, which all things considered, it is relatively normal for a college party.’ Before any of you could open the door, it swung open revealing two tipsy women presumably heading out for a smoke. “Oh, ‘scuse us.” The one in the front said as she pulled the other by her wrist. The three of you trailed into the house after they left, quickly getting engulfed in the party’s atmosphere. From where you stood you spotted the makeshift bar station (A fold out table with a sign taped to it that said ‘Bar’) and damn near ran in its direction. During your mission you observed the party go-ers around you. There was a group sitting on and surrounding the couch, two of the men standing had matching letterman jackets; the only difference being their names & corresponding numbers on the back. (Black - 24 & Donovan - 57), Next to them was a brunette guy with a yellow hoodie that was only slightly zipped and crutches strapped to his arms. He seemingly had just told the punchline of a very good joke because the group around him erupted into laughter. The last pair was sitting on the couch, backs turned toward you which meant the only thing you could see was the back of their heads. The slightly taller man had a blue hat on and the person next to him had wild but controlled blonde-hair.

You finally tore your ever observant gaze from the group to the table that if you hadn’t turned your head sooner, you would’ve ran into. There were a few large handles of alcohol scattered along the table as well as various two liters of soda (for mixing and/or chasing). You fixed yourself a drink that was about forty-percent alcohol and sixty-percent soda, promptly taking two fat gulps. “Y/N! Over here!” Ciara called you from your left, she was standing at the beer pong table and waving her hand in a beckoning motion. You squeezed through the crowd of people and stood next to her at the table clearly set up for beer-pong. On the opposite side were two women with contrasting styles. The one on the left had big curly blonde hair with a very short red dress on and the other had long straight jet black hair and she wore a cute yellow and purple pantsuit. “Y/N, this is Bebe. She’s in my design course and that is Wendy, she’s in my business class.” You smiled politely and gave a small wave. “Thank you for coming!” Bebe said, slightly slurred from being tipsy. “Kyle invited you, right?” The black haired girl asked with a tight but polite smile. You took another sip of your drink before responding. “Yeah, he did. Is he here yet?” Bebe snorted suddenly. “Knowing Stan, he’s probably making them late. I think

I can count on one hand all the times he was on-time to a date with Wendy,” Your eyes flickered to Wendy. “You guys dated?” She gave Bebe a side eye before her gaze returned to you. “Yeah, but it was a long time ago. We decided we’re just better off as friends.” It was irrational, yes, but god you couldn’t help but feel some form of jealousy towards her. She wasn’t even dating him. Hell, neither were you! You took one final large gulp of your drink to replace the envy pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Friday at 9:15 pm

“C’mon Y/N! You got this!” Ciara encouraged you as you eyed your remaining shot. It had been a pretty even game so far, Wendy or Bebe would score a point then Ciara or you would do so as well. At this point each side was on to their final cups and you were sure that if you missed this shot, Bebe would sink-it if she got the chance. You bit the bullet and tossed the ping pong ball into the air which successfully landed into the cup. You cheered and high-fived Ciara. “Damn. Y/N. You’re really good at beer-pong.” A smooth voice spoke from behind you, between how loud it was and the multiple drinks you’ve consumed from beer-pong you couldn’t quite place who it was. To make up for the fact, you turned around. Wrong answer, dumbass. Standing behind you was Kenny, he had a playful smirk on his face and an unlit joining between his fingers. You opened your mouth to speak but Ciara tapped you on the shoulder before you could. “Hey, we’re gonna go to the kitchen to talk. Well, more or less gossip about this annoying girl named Jessica. She’s in two of my classes and- okay well, point is, we’ll be over there if you need us, ‘kay?” Ciara smiles cheerfully before turning to face Bebe. “So, last Tuesday, right? Jessica raised her hand and in the most self absorbed tone I have ever fucking heard went..” The group walked away and their voices became more and more mixed with the rest of the crowd’s chatter. Your attention snapped back to Kenny, who was standing in front of you, his fingers casually fiddling with the joint in his hand. “So, are you enjoying the party? Or are you just here to show off your killer beer pong skills?” You smiled a little wider and sloppier than you normally would due to the alcohol in your system. “I wasn’t that good. To be honest, if Bebe hadn’t missed two shots in a row I would’ve been done for.” Kenny shrugged lazily. “I still think you would’ve won anyway.” You hummed in response, metaphorically biting your tongue to prevent yourself from saying the wrong thing. Instead you realized that you hadn’t seen Kyle nor Stan walk in. As if he’d read your mind he spoke. “Stan and Ky are doing Jell-o shots with some of the guys on the patio in the backyard. Well more like, Stan is taking Jell-o shots and Kyle took one but tapped out from the sugar.” Kenny chuckled. “Ten bucks says Clyde’s attempting to do a backflip right now. Once he passes a certain threshold of drinking, he swears he’s a gymnast.” He nodded his head in the direction of the patio doorway in place of a question and grabbed your arm to lead you through the crowd.

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writing-blog-iguess · 6 months ago

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Online Matchup 12

Summery: Something seems to be going on with Jason. Instead of pushing him, Y/n lets him be and talks to friends.

Warning: swearing

I Tag list: @teapartydreams @adorabluesposts

ao3 Series master list

A/n: Happy holidays! Have a filler, it’s a little angsty but it ends in a happy. I know I've been just posting just this pic. I'm having a bit of a hard time ending the other fics but hope to get them done in January. That is my goal.

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March 22

Y/N (7:37 am)

How’d it going today?

Y/n (8:58am)

I burnt my breakfast

I don’t even know how that happened

I looked away for a minute and the next thing I know

The smoke detector went off and there’s smoke in the kitchen

I’m so sad

Now I don’t have anything to eat and I’m late for school

Y/n (10:00am)

I am not sure why I thought getting my engineering degree was a good idea

Nothing my teacher is saying is making sense

I want to go home

Y/N (1:28pm)

So, classes are done but now I have to work

With the amount of sleep I didn’t get

Work is the last thing I want to do

Y/n (3:43pm)

I made another fire again today

Downside, they docked my pay a little

Upside, I get to go home early today

So there’s that

Y/n (4:39 pm)

I hope you’re doing okay

Y/n (5:04 pm)

Hey Steph?

Is Jason okay?

Stephanie

What do you mean?

Y/n

I don’t know

I haven’t heard from him today

I just want to know if he’s okay

Stephanie

He hasn’t talked to you at all today?!.

Y/n

No, and we didn’t get into a fight

Did something happen?

Stephanie

Yeah, but I don’t think I’m the one who should tell you

Y/n

Yeah I understand

There are some things he hasn’t told me

I know that much

Stephanie

I’m sorry

Y/n

No worries

But could you tell me if he’s doing okay whenever you see him?

Stephanie

Of course

Y/n (5:14 pm)

Do you think you’ll see Jason today?

Roy

Um, I’m on my way to him now

How’d you know?

Y/n

Wild guess

I know he’s dealing with something but I don’t know what

Could you tell him I’m here for him if he ever needs me?

Roy

Why can’t you tell him yourself?

Y/n

He hasn’t been talking to me today

And I didn’t want to push if he doesn’t want to talk

The last time we went no contact, we both pushed each other away

Roy

That asshole

Y/n

Just be nice when you see him

Roy

I was

But now I should give him shit for what he’s putting you through

Y/n

No don’t

This is nothing compared to whatever Jason is going through

Roy

If I didn’t know better

You already know what’s he going through

Y/n

But I don’t

I just know that it’s bad if he’s not talking to anyone right now

Roy

You really care about him huh?

Y/n

I’m not afraid to admit it

Roy

Good

Jason needs someone like you on his side

I’m glad he has you

You threw your phone on the couch after reading Roy’s message, and bit your thumbnail in thought. Roy’s words had a deeper meaning now then before you knew the whole truth. And wondered if they would hold the same weight after they realized you went behind Jason’s back to find the truth.

It wasn’t something you needed to worry about now. There was something more pressing and you weren’t sure what to do but wait.

Sighing, you stood from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. After eating supper, you retrieved your laptop from your room and set it on the table.

Staring at it for a good minute or two, you made up your mind and turned it out. Once logged in, you went through the motions and found yourself in the Batcomputer again.

There was nothing for you to do but watch and wait. And that’s what you did for the rest of the night, you watched and listened as they talked out plans and watched as Oracle fought against the Calculator.

Scared of being discovered, you were debating whether or not you should leave. But you couldn’t, not until you knew Jason was okay.

But the decision was made for you when Oracle forced both you and Calculator when she rebooted her system. You gave her credit and wondered why she didn’t do that earlier.

With nothing to do, you slumped against your chair and hoped everything turned out in their favour.

“Jason you have a minute?” Roy called as the Outlaws made their way out of the building with Riddler in tow. Jason nodded, and the two of them branched off from their friends.

”What’s up?” Jason asked when they were far enough away from prying ears.

“Have you talked to Y/n lately?” Roy asked, and Jason flinched at the mention of you. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Are they doing okay?” Jason asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Roy shrugged and said he didn’t know. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Exactly that, I don’t know,” he answered, “I just know that they’re really worried about you and wanted you to know that they’re there if you need them.”

“I’ll always need them,” Jason said without a second thought.

“That’s probably something you need to tell them, not me,” Roy said and looked towards their friends. “Look, everything seems to be okay here now. And I doubt Batman needs our help right now.”

“Probably because he’s being a stubborn asshole,” Jason muttered and Roy ignored it with a shake of his head.

“Why don’t you go see Y/N?” Roy suggested, “it would ease their mind a bit.” Jason shook his head at the thought.

“Not yet,” he said, “not until we deal with Joker. The last thing I need or want is for Joker to find Y/N.”

“Fair enough. Then at least answer their texts,” he said, “that’s something you can do without Joker knowing.”

“Suppose you’re right,” Jason said, sighing in defeat.

“I’m always right,” Roy said, gaining a laugh out of his friend.

“Not always,” he said and walked off towards his bike. He pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his messages, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Jason (12:35 am)

You set two things on fire today

One might think you’re a pyromaniac

Y/n (1:09 am)

I am no such thing

i set ONE thing on fire and burnt my eggs

There is a difference

Jason

No I don’t think so

It’s the same thing

Y/n

Well then I guess your seeing a pyromaniac

Jason

I’ve dated worst things

Y/n

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

What could possibly be worse than a pyromaniac?

Jason

A serial killer

Y/n

YOU DATED A SERIAL KILLER?

Jason

Okay, not technically

Y/n

What does that mean?!

Jason

Means she was apart of the league of assassins

And given that their job description is basically their title

It's the same thing

Y/n

I can feel you shrugging like its not a big deal

But it is

And I worry for you and your taste of women

Jason

There’s nothing wrong with my taste in women

Y/n

Says the guy who dated a women who kills for a living

And me, who’s and I’m quoting here

a ‘pyromaniac’

Jason

Nothing wrong with a little arson

Y/n

My goodness

Judging by that statement alone, I think you’re the pyromaniac

Jason

Well, I mean I have done a little arson myself

So I’m not one to judge

Y/n

……

Jason

Wow, six dots

I must really made an impression

Y/n

You’re lucky your pretty

Jason

I knew it

You’re only into me because of my looks

Y/n

-_-

I’m going to bed

Jason

No, no no wait

I went a little to far, I’m sorry

Y/n

You’re forgiven

Can I call you? Or are you too busy for that?

Jason

Not busy persay, just I’m with my friends and I’m not yet ready for you to meet them

Y/n

Afraid I’ll run away?

Jason

Something like that

Sometimes they can be a little too much

And protective

Other then that, I wouldn’t mind hearing your beautiful voice

Y/n

Oof, maybe I should go to bed

I’m red like a tomato

Jason

Sounds like a sight to see

Y/n

I’m sure it is

…

Are you okay?

And don’t just saying something cheesy like

Jason

I’m better now that I’m talking to you

Y/n

You son of a bitch

I told you not to say something like that

Smooth fucker

Jason

But I am telling the truth

Something came up last night that triggered something

I had to leave town for the day, but my friends showed up and we talked.

Roy said something about you being worried

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you

I just, I needed to deal with it before I could see you or talk to you

Y/n

No I get

Probably didn’t help with all my messages

But I’m glad you’re feeling better

Still dealing with it?

Jason

Yeah

But once it’s done, I’ll come and see you

Promise

Y/n

Take your time with it, I don’t mind the wait

I’m just glad you to hear from you

Jason

I’m so glad I met you

Y/n

Me too

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i-miss-2013 · 5 months ago

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Back from winter break: tumblr girl school routine ♡

Hi angels! I hope your winter break was restful and fun! ❄️ Now it’s time to get back to school and get back into routine!

7:00 am - wake up, stretch, drink water, restroom, brush teeth, skincare

7:15 am - get ready (dressed, makeup, hair, accessories, pack backpack)

7:45 am - eat breakfast and go to school

8:00 am - arrive at school and complete any missing assignments

8:15 am - class starts

12:00 pm - eat lunch

4:15 pm - get out of school and go the library or cafe

4:30 pm - get some assignments done

6:30 pm - go home and eat dinner

7:30 pm - talk to friends, do your hobbies, catch up on tumblr, put on loungewear if you’ll like

9:00 pm - shower, brush teeth, skincare, put on pjs

10:00 pm - drink hot tea, rewind, stretch, check your planner

10:30 pm - go to bed

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purrplegyuu · 1 year ago

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Barely adults | So Junghwan

Warnings: Poor plot, First time (not penetration), masturbation, only clitoris stimulation actually, both of them are virgins, no actually loss of virginity but kind of, gramatical/spelling mistakes (maybe, english is not my first language), let me know if I'm missing something else.

Pairing: Best friend!Junghwan x Best friend!fem reader.

Word count: 1,6k

Masterlist

hiiiiiiiiiii!, it's been already a month since I started staning Treasure, but this is my first work about one of them. I wrote it at one am (i use to sleep at 8 pm) so that's why there might be a lot of mistakes. I would really appreciate for you to tell me if you find any mistake or if you'd like me to change something.

Remember my ask box is still open (even if i haven't answered any ask yet, so sorry to thos 4 people looool), so feel free to request some words. I write for Txt (obviously), Treasure, Zerobaseone, Seventeen and enhypen (maybe, I'm not sure yet).

That's everything, enjoy and have a nice day!

Us. Both barely adults who don’t really know what are we doing. Or what are we going to do.

“Have you thought about your career?” I ask. Is a trending topic in both of our houses since we both decided to take a gap year right after we graduated from high school.

Yeah, we are planning on attending college, however, we were both too tired after three large years of taking high school a little too seriously. My parents were so mad when I told them about my decision, and even threatened me to throw me out of home. They eventually forgot about it, but before that happened, we were in a neverending fight for three months.

His situation had been a little bit different.

He never told me about it, but I noticed. Starting from the day he told his parents about his decision, when he showed up to my bedroom window on the second floor (I still don’t really know how he made it) and asked to sleep on the couch of my room. Secondly, the one time I went to his house to hang out a bit and heard his parents telling him horrible things about how disappointed they were. And finally, tonight, when he asked me to meet at his older brother’s apartment, just for me to find him on the big bed with a pair of big, red eyes.

I’ve got to say I understand our parents. He was first place in class and I was second. Must have been hard for them. And I have to confess it–I feel guilty, I am guilty. I was the one who proposed it and convinced him. Guess I just didn’t thought about the consequences.

However, it’s been nine months since those events now, and it’s already time for us to choose what college career are we going to study now.

“Junghwan?” I called him since he hadn’t answered.

He’s looking right straight to his brother's desk next to the bed.

The silence grows more awkward and he just doesn’t seem to care I’ve came in his brother’s apartment minutes ago.

“Junghwan!” I almost scream, finally catching his attention. He looks at me for a while before asking “Hm?”

“You finally decided what to study?” We’ve been both too lost about it.

He shakes his head no before falling silent once again.

After a few seconds, his hand lifts up from the edge of the bedroom, and offers it to me. I take it, and soon he pushes me onto his lap.

“Wa!” I yell, impressed by his sudden strength over me.

We’ve never been like this before. We’ve never been this close before. Yet, I’ve always dreamt about it.

“Ju-junghwan, you’re too clumsy” I jokingly said, trying to act like I didn’t get what is he doing. I move on his lap trying to stand up, however, he takes both of my hands and forces me to move closer to him.

“”I’m not” he looks right into my eyes while breathing on my face. His breath feels addictive like drugs, it is hard for me to breathe, and my lower lip trembles from the massive desire of kissing him.

And it looks like he’s feeling just like me, because it takes him just a few seconds to melt his lips into mine in a way I’ve never seen before, not even in the best porno.

His lips move away from mine. Our foreheads touch, our noses meet, and we both remain silent for a few seconds while we catch our breath. And then, he kisses me again. His hand lets mine go, and I hold myself on his shoulders while one of his hands take the back of my neck and the other one takes my thigh from under the light green dress I decided to wear (for him, but that’s supposed to be a secret).

Everything is so fast, so rude and so forced it scares me. It doesn’t feel romantic but desperate; it doesn’t feel fluffy but feverish.

I take his hand when I feel it reaching my underwear, and cut the kiss while trying to breathe again. He looks at me confused. His red swollen lips wanting nothing but to kiss me again, his hand on my neck taking me strongly, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the moment and his dark pupils waiting for me to say something.

“Junghwan,”I try to speak but I’m just too embarrassed to speak–because I’m red as an apple, because I’ve just kissed him and because… “Junghwan, I haven’t… had sex yet”

He laughs lowly, taking me again into his hands to kiss me one more time. “Don’t worry,” He says between kisses. “me neither”

His lips move to my cheek, leaving some wet kisses before moving to my ear, then to my neck and finally my clavicles. My hands squeeze his shoulders strongly while lifting my dress slowly, making my skin crawl.

He stops kissing me to look right into my eyes to find my agreement, which he happens to find fastly before taking my dress off of my body. My hand runs down his abdomen, looking for the hem of his black hoodie to try to lift it up. He helps me do it, lifting his arms so I can take it off, and once I’m done, he switches our positions, throwing me to the bed.

He goes back to kiss my lips while his hands caresses my skin slowly, playing with my sanity by taking the hem of my panties and drawing the outline of it. His lips move to my ear, leaving a kiss in there before whispering “You look so pretty… all messy and small under me” and “Isn’t it funny? You’re the one who always leads me, and now I’m on top of you” before laughing.

I’m the extrovert one, I’m the noisy one. Whenever someone approaches both of us, it is because they’re trying to know about me. I’ve heard people telling he’s always been only a shadow always walking behind me. Yeah, I’m socially a dom, but he’s been secretly a sexual dom all this time.

I turn around to look at his eyes, silently begging for him to not tease me any second more, and that’s when I feel his hand move in my panties, touching my skin everytime closer to my cunt. And I thought he wasn't going to give everything I asked for so easily, however, his finger started circling my clitoris right after he reached it. He kept on kissing my right clavicle while his other hand moved to my back, looking for the clasp of my bralette. He undoes it and takes it off completely.

I feel my stomach tensing up for the first time, making me whine loudly and arch my back. “Have you touched yourself before?” He asks. I nod slowly.

“Ye-yes, but never came” And never felt that good.

My stomach tenses a second time, making me whine even louder and higher. I take his arm as if wanting to slow down.

“Why?” He asks, making my cheeks even hotter.

“I-I’ve never-“ A moan escapes from my throat. “I’ve never been able to.” Every time I touched myself, I would just stimulate my clitoris for minutes until the feeling is so overwhelming I can’t deal with it and stop touching it. I even thought I was asexual. However, I’ve always wanted to touch myself again every night after seeing Junghwan’s abs.

His fingers speed up, making me scream his name loudly while pleading for him to slow down, however, we both know that's not what I want. I squeeze his arm harder, my hips move by themselves, my back arches, my lower abdomen is so tense I feel I’m about to explode. And then, an overwhelming feeling floods me up, making me moan while my voice breaks out because of the way he kept touching my clit even after I came. Finally, he slowed down until he stayed still while his hand rested in my panties.

My eyes still closed, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. And once I think I’m right, I open my eyes, just to find him looking at me closely with the sweetest smile ever.

everything around me is spinning, my head hurts a little, I feel the sweat on my forehead and everything not called 'Junghwan' feels so unnecessary.

He hugs me, leaving a kiss on my forehead before turning on the lamp on the nightstand and turning the room’s lights off. He knows me so well, he knows I’m still afraid of the dark.

#junghwan smut #junghwan #treasure | purrplegyuu #barely adults | junghwan #treasure smut #treasure hard hours #kpop smut #am I the first one writing smut for him? omg such an honor #purrplegyuu #best friend junghwan

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buff-bambiii · 18 days ago

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Beneath The Ice — J. Sungchan

Pairing - Class president reader x Bad boy!Sungchan Word count: 5,8K Disclaimer: This fanfiction might have adult content.

Chapter(s): 1. - [2.] - [3.] - [4.] - [5.]

Chapter 1.

The clock on the wall struck 8:01 AM as Kim Y/N stepped into the corridor of the East Administration Building.

She didn’t walk — she glided, spine straight, lips slightly pursed, her polished loafers echoing with crisp finality against the marble. Her beige trench coat, cinched neatly at the waist, swayed with every confident stride.

Students parted for her like waves around a stone. They always did.

In her hand, she held a manila folder labeled “Student Code of Conduct: Violations – Jung Sungchan.” It wasn’t the first file she’d put together on him, and at this rate, it wouldn’t be the last.

“You look like you’re walking into a courtroom,” Karina teased, falling into step beside her.

“Close. More like a cage match,” Y/N replied, not missing a beat.

Karina smirked. “Don’t let him charm you. You know he’ll try.”

Y/N didn’t dignify that with a response. She didn’t need to — everyone knew Sungchan’s type. And everyone knew she wasn’t it.

The Dean’s office was already open when she arrived. A secretary waved her in, eyebrows slightly raised — they knew her by now. She’d filed more reports in the past semester than the last three class presidents combined.

Inside, Jung Sungchan sat with his head tilted back, one ankle resting lazily on the opposite knee. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a vintage band tee under his unzipped hoodie. Earbuds dangled around his neck like accessories.

Y/N paused just long enough to roll her eyes before stepping inside.

“Class President Kim,” the Dean said without looking up, motioning to the seat across from Sungchan. “Right on time.”

She sat, perfectly composed. Sungchan turned his head toward her slowly, his gaze like a lazy drag of a cigarette. He took in her pristine uniform, her high bun, the way her blouse was buttoned to her throat.

He smirked. “Wow. You even sit like a CEO.”

Y/N ignored him.

“Let’s begin,” the Dean said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Jung, we’ve discussed this before. You’ve been absent from four lectures, missed two seminars, and broken curfew three nights in a row.”

“Allegedly,” Sungchan muttered.

The Dean sighed. “We have card swipe records and security footage. And, of course, Miss Kim’s report.”

Sungchan shifted in his chair to fully face her, his smirk deepening. “Prez, seriously — you got a whole file on me now?” Y/N gave him a look of icy indifference. “Maybe if you stopped acting like a juvenile delinquent, I could spend my time on more important things.”

“Like what? Planning the school festival?” He leaned forward, voice dropping. “Or memorizing every time I show up late?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Contrary to what your ego tells you, Sungchan, you’re not interesting enough for me to think about outside this office.”

“Aw, come on,” he said, grinning. “You totally fantasize about me getting expelled.” She glared. “You think this is funny?”

“No.” He shrugged. “I think you’re funny. All that effort just to get me to sit still.”

“Enough,” the Dean cut in. “Sungchan, you’ll serve three nights of disciplinary duty in the student union. Clean-up crew. You’ll report to the supervisor at 6 PM sharp.”

He shrugged. “Whatever.”

“And if I get one more complaint before midterms—” the Dean’s eyes flicked toward him with tired finality, “—you’ll be suspended.”

The tension hung in the air. Sungchan didn’t blink.

Once outside the office, the moment the door clicked shut, Sungchan exhaled loudly, dragging a hand through his dark, tousled hair. Y/N adjusted her blazer and began walking off, heels clicking fast and sharp. He followed her. “Do you enjoy this, or is this just your way of flirting?”

She stopped, turned. “I beg your pardon?”

He smiled, all teeth and trouble. “You’ve got me memorized, don’t you? Every class I’ve missed. Every infraction. Every time I breathe wrong. If that’s not obsession—”

“It’s responsibility,” she said coolly. “Something you’ve clearly never experienced.” He leaned closer, not enough to touch, but enough for her to catch a whiff of his cologne — sandalwood and faint smoke.

“You like control. I like chaos. Let’s not pretend we don’t fascinate each other.” She didn’t blink. “You mistake disgust for fascination. It’s a common trait among men with low self-awareness.”

His grin faltered slightly. Just enough for her to notice. She walked away without another word.

———

Later that night, Y/N sat at her desk in her dorm room, posture as straight as it had been that morning. Her room was spotless — books alphabetized, skincare lined up like soldiers, color-coded sticky notes clinging to the edges of her textbooks like a fragile paper army. Her laptop screen glowed softly, an unfinished student council agenda open in one tab, a spreadsheet of midterm grades in another.

She wasn’t focusing on any of it.

The scent of peppermint tea filled the air, untouched beside her. She was staring, unblinking, at a blank note on her tablet labeled “Festival Budget – Security Coordination.”

It wasn’t writer’s block. It was distraction.

Her fingers drummed against the desk, tapping the corner of a black-and-gold fountain pen — a birthday gift from her father, engraved with her initials.

She hated that her thoughts kept drifting back to him.

Jung Sungchan. Arrogant, smug, reckless — and yet, entirely unbothered by the things that weighed her down like anchors. He strolled through life like it was a game and everyone else was just unlucky to be playing it seriously.

And yet — yet — there was something unsettling about the way he looked at her. Like he saw something under the surface she didn’t even show her closest friends.

She hated that even now, hours later, she could still feel the heat of his gaze from the hallway. The way he said “You like control. I like chaos.” Like it meant something. Like he knew her.

He doesn’t know me, she told herself. He just thinks he does because I don’t crumble the second he smirks.

Her phone buzzed.

Gawon 🧃

u alive or buried in spreadsheets again?? 👀

Y/N sighed and typed back.

Y/N

Alive. Barely. Dean meeting took longer than expected.

Gawon 🧃

Let me guess. Sungchan? again??

Y/N

He’s like a mosquito. Loud. Annoying. Impossible to kill.

Gawon 🧃

and yet… u can’t stop slapping at him 🫢

Y/N

Goodnight, Gawon.

Gawon 🧃

😌 sweet dreams of your bad boy enemy

Y/N rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache. She tossed the phone onto her bed and stood up, crossing the room to the window.

From the sixth floor, the campus looked quiet. Peaceful. Far below, she could see the glow of the dorm’s back entrance.

And sitting there, leaned back on the steps, smoke curling up into the night air — was him.

Sungchan.

One leg stretched out, head tilted back as he took another drag of his cigarette, hoodie hood down now, his black hair slightly messy, like he’d run his fingers through it again.

What the hell was he even thinking about?

She watched him a moment too long before snapping the curtains shut.

Back at her desk, she picked up her pen and scrawled something in the margins of her planner:

"Chaos is exhausting."

She underlined it. Twice.

Then she opened the spreadsheet and forced herself back into focus.

———

The sun was brutal that morning, piercing through the lecture hall windows like a spotlight from the universe itself — probably karma, Y/N thought, for every bad thing she’d ever muttered about Jung Sungchan.

She sat at the front, second row — not the first, because she didn’t need to prove anything, just close enough to lead discussion if the professor slacked off. Her laptop was already open, notes in neat bullet points, tabs prepared. Across the hall, students were filtering in with half-zipped bags and over-caffeinated expressions.

And then — him.

Sungchan swaggered in like he owned the place, ten minutes late, a lollipop in his mouth instead of breakfast. His hoodie was half-on, hair still damp, eyes unapologetically scanning the room.

Of course, he spotted her immediately.

He slid into the empty seat beside her.

Y/N didn’t look at him.

She kept typing.

He leaned back in his chair like this was a casual hangout instead of a university-level Political Theory seminar.

“Morning, Prez,” he said under his breath, dragging the word out like he was tasting it.

“I don’t speak to the chronically late,” she muttered.

“That’s fine. I’ll just talk to myself and imagine your voice.”

She glanced at him, deadpan. “Then your imagination must be sorely underdeveloped.”

Before he could respond, the professor entered, dropping a thick stack of folders on the front desk with a loud thud.

“Alright everyone,” Professor Lee said, clapping his hands once. “Your midterm group projects start today. You’ll be working in randomly assigned pairs. No swaps. No complaints.”

Y/N felt her stomach turn.

No. No, no, no.

He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—

“Kim Y/N and Jung Sungchan.”

The universe had jokes today.

The class murmured. Someone in the back said “Damn,” under their breath. Someone else snorted. Y/N didn’t need to look to know her friends — Karina and Yunjin — were exchanging wide-eyed glances.

Sungchan made a dramatic show of stretching his arms over his head, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

“Well,” he whispered, “looks like we’re official now.”

She turned to him slowly, the kind of look that could probably stop a small animal’s heart.

“I will not carry you through this project.”

He smirked. “I’m heavy, but I bet you’ve got strong shoulders.”

“Touch me and I’ll break your wrist.”

“Noted,” he said, still smiling.

Later that afternoon, they met outside the university café, per her request — she refused to give him the satisfaction of inviting him anywhere near her dorm.

Y/N arrived first, already seated, laptop open, color-coded folders laid out like battle plans.

Sungchan arrived ten minutes late with a coffee in each hand.

“Black, no sugar, right?” he said, placing one in front of her.

She frowned. “How did you—?”

“People talk. I listen.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You stalk.”

He shrugged. “Same result.”

She snatched the cup anyway and took a sip.

“Alright,” she said, cracking her knuckles. “Our topic is the ethics of leadership in authoritarian systems. I’ve already outlined the structure and divided the research materials. You’ll take historical case studies—”

He leaned across the table and tapped her screen.

“Slow down. I’m a visual learner. You gotta talk to me like I’m dumb.”

“You are dumb,” she said, not missing a beat.

He laughed. Not mockingly. Genuinely.

“That’s cute,” he said. “You’re hot when you’re mean.”

She blinked.

And for just a second, the air shifted — just a flicker, like static.

“I’m not doing this with you,” she said finally, standing to pack her things. “I’ll email you the notes. Don’t be useless.”

He stood too, stepping slightly into her path, not enough to block her — just enough to be noticed.

“I’m not useless,” he said softly.

And for once, the teasing tone was gone.

Their eyes met.

Just a second too long.

Then he stepped back and gave her a mock salute. “See you tomorrow, Prez.”

Back in her dorm, Y/N opened her laptop and found herself staring at his name in the shared document: Jung Sungchan - Contributor.

For a moment, she hovered over it — fingers resting on the trackpad, unsure why she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She clicked open a fresh note and typed:

He’s annoying. He’s unpredictable. And worst of all — he’s observant.

She hit save.

Then locked her laptop.

Then cursed under her breath.

———

The student union smelled like floor wax and bad decisions.

Y/N stood near the entrance, arms crossed, checking her watch for the third time. It was 6:08 PM. Detention duty had started at 6:00 sharp.

She wasn’t required to be here — she’d already handed over the report. But Professor Lee, being the sadistic intellectual he was, had “strongly recommended” she use the time to work on their midterm presentation with Sungchan. And of course, since the gods were clearly laughing at her this week, the student union was half-closed for renovations, meaning most of the work was happening in the basement storage room.

Y/N hated basements.

She was just about to give up and leave when she heard the familiar lazy thud of footsteps.

Jung Sungchan appeared at the top of the stairs, hoodie pushed up to his elbows, a broom slung over his shoulder like a weapon in a zombie apocalypse.

“You waited for me,” he said, lips curved into that stupid, lazy smirk.

“I’m not here for you,” she snapped. “I’m here for the project.”

“Sure. Let’s call it that.”

She pushed past him, descending the narrow stairs without waiting.

The basement was dimly lit, filled with old equipment, broken chairs, abandoned club supplies, and a single table pushed into the corner. The air smelled like dust and whatever had died in the vending machine three months ago.

“This place is a health violation,” Y/N muttered.

“You’re not scared of the dark, are you?” Sungchan asked, flipping the light switch — only two fluorescent bulbs flickered weakly to life.

“I’m scared of wasting my GPA on someone who doesn't even know how to spell ‘authoritarianism.’”

He clutched his chest. “You wound me.”

She sat at the table and opened her laptop. “You should’ve been wounded years ago. It might’ve built character.”

Sungchan laughed, surprisingly soft. He dropped the broom and slouched into the seat across from her, elbows on the table.

“Alright, Prez. Let’s get this over with.”

Thirty minutes later, she hated to admit it — but he was… competent.

His case studies were rough but passionate. He spoke about real corruption, real consequences. Not like a textbook — like someone who’d seen it, or at least felt the weight of it somewhere close to home.

She noticed the way he sometimes looked away mid-sentence, like his thoughts went darker than the topic. But he always pulled back with a joke.

“So your dad was a soldier?” she asked, cautiously. It had come up while they were debating the idea of blind loyalty to state leadership.

Sungchan looked surprised she’d caught that.

“Yeah,” he said after a beat. “He was tough. Real ‘follow orders, don’t ask questions’ type.”

Y/N tilted her head. “And you?”

“I was the opposite.” He smiled faintly. “Didn’t go well.”

Something about the honesty of that moment threw her off. For the first time, she wasn’t staring down the Sungchan she had filed reports on — she was staring at the boy who hid in plain sight behind all the noise.

She looked away. “Well. Try channeling that emotional trauma into our slides.”

He smirked again. “There’s the cold-blooded Prez I know.”

But his voice was warm.

They worked for another hour. The space grew quiet. Comfortable.

Y/N glanced at him when he wasn’t looking.

His eyes were focused, brows furrowed as he typed something — tongue poking slightly out in concentration. It was absurdly cute and completely infuriating.

She stood suddenly.

“I need air.”

“Claustrophobic?” he asked.

“No. You’re just suffocating.”

Outside, the sky was dark and the air crisp. She leaned against the railing by the back steps, staring up at the clouds rolling over the moon.

Footsteps behind her.

“I wasn’t done talking about Mussolini,” he said, stepping beside her.

“You’ve made your stance on fascists very clear.”

“Still not as scary as you.”

She huffed. “You have a thing for pushing people’s buttons, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “I like seeing what’s under the surface.”

“Well, there’s nothing to see here.”

“I don’t buy that.”

They stood in silence.

Then, he surprised her.

“I know you think I’m just some screw-up.” He didn’t look at her. “And maybe I am. But I’m not stupid. And I’m not trying to fail. Not this time.”

She turned slowly.

“What happened last time?”

He met her eyes — and for once, the smirk was gone.

“Everything.”

Her heart skipped. Not in a romantic way — just in the way it does when someone shows you a piece of themselves they don’t give away lightly.

And she didn’t have an answer. Not one that wouldn’t make her feel vulnerable too.

So instead, she looked away, and whispered, “We should finish the slides.”

He nodded.

They walked back into the basement — a little quieter, a little closer.

#sungchan #jung sungchan #riize x reader #riize #sungchan smut

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dawnoftime22 · 1 year ago

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I love you.

| W.M -> N.R

Undeserving of a Love Like Yours, Chapter 12

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: The day you chose a path for yourself was the day she also made her very own choice, and the weight of the world was lifted without any more time wasted.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Hurt/Comfort(?), Fluff, Fluff, and FLUFF!! oh, did I say...? Fluff.

A/N: idk if the beginning is lame? but I really hope it isn't - In compensation of all the angst and finally, to put an end to this series, I give you, the last chapter. It's been an incredibly fun adventure :] this might be the most tender chapter (or fic) I've written yet. I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I have and I'm really really happy at the amount of support I see some of you give me. ily ily all<3 I'm back in my groove HEHEH!!!

P.S: this is better with reputation on or the series playlist. ;] (specifically starting at fortnight or anywhere at the bottom)

Series Playlist

| Started on 31/03/2024, 8:16 AM |

| Finished on 13/05/2024, 4:15 PM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 11

"I'll end the torture I put on myself...and the one you put on yourself, because no one ever deserves such a thing but love."

(I will never not love that picture of her<3)

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The rain earlier sheened the streets with gleams of reflections. The lampposts glowed in a warm orange. It was cold, but in the most cozy way. At least, if you were under a blanket. Right now, your body was shivering and your hands might soon go numb if you stayed outside any longer.

Windows of shops were bright with light, bars were dim with crowds of people, and a creak of a door from an old aged store thats always been there, ever since you first visited Kate.

There was a group of people, laughing heartily from a joke as you walked by. They seemed kind. On the other side of the street was two people, a couple perhaps, smiling gently as they shared a small cake, enjoying theirselves. Another, was walking hand in hand.

You sighed, keeping your hands in the pockets of your jacket in the meanwhile. At least it was some type of warmth. It may not be another hand, but your jacket was your friend.

The apartment ridded your bodily shivers, but your fingers were definitely entirely numb and redder than usual as you closed the door. Meanwhile, golden fur brushed against your legs and just barely appeared in your vision below you.

Leaning down, you smiled softly, scratching Lucky behind his ears before kicking your shoes off and moving to sit on the couch. Or rather, slightly fall atop it. You closed your face with both your hands. All this silence, pining and desperately waiting was driving you crazy.

Lucky had laid down next to you, looking at you adorably with his one eye. Your body was lazily laid down, but you shifted to hug his cuddly figure, him instantly snuggling into the embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, and he didn't move at all until you pulled away, sliding your phone out from your pockets. The time showed on the front screen, with a wallpaper of you and Nat at the aquarium.

The urge you had to change it to something else. But you couldn't-- it was too precious. You sat up, then moved to stand, finding your contacts app.

Yes, you might also throw up soon if you stared at your contacts any more than you already have the past few months, but this was something that had to be done.

The room was quiet as you paced the floor, your feet padding against the wood quietly. A notification came in that had you flickering your eyes to your phone again, but it was just an indication of Kate adding to her Instagram story.

Checking, it was just a video of her showing off her archery skills and having fun with her friends from class. Well, while she was out having fun, you were dying with a decision you had to make.

...You shouldn't think like that. In fact, you were happy she was much happier than how you felt. Ah, who are you kidding? You shouldn't even think about it at all. Your screen went back to your list of contact names.

The one at the bottom you've been dreading to even lay your eyes upon appears into view. You didn't text or call her. Instead, you went into the detail view.

A button with red text held itself in place. Red was danger. Sure. It meant it was a risk and it needed you to go through a confirmation step first. But for you it was the opposite.

Block this contact?

Are you sure?

Finally after a moment of hesitation, you tap on 'Yes', and the name disappears. You had stopped your pacing long ago and now you stood in the middle of the living room, contemplating the option you chose. Just like that.

You had made your decision. It was time to let go a while ago. But something held you back. At least until the redhead came along, gently making herself at home within your heart.

Lucky stared at you as your shoulders went down, and you couldn't tell if it was in despair or relief. Maybe both. Asking her the question that shouldn't have been asked.

You shouldn't have done such a thing. You had messed up. A whole lot. Now you had nothing but yourself. Why did you even dare to?-- because you wouldn't want to get yourself stuck in something you feared would take yet another year's time to heal from.

Realisations after realisations were overcoming your head like a crow cawing at you to snap back into reality. Maybe a walk by yourself without interruptions did the trick after all.

You shook your head, going back to the couch, taking a seat that you definitely needed with everything happening. She's all thats been filling up your memories lately. So much, to the point that her hand prints were all over your soul.

You should call her up, but what if she hates you now? Considering the disappointment you've gotten before on a phone call, you had doubt poisoning all over your veins.

A sigh left your mouth for the hundreth time and you put your phone on the couch, setting it aside. You needed time, and she probably did too. Plus, if you continued any more, having just gotten over a single step of blocking a contact, you might as well faint if you even look at your messages with Nat.

Lucky rested his head on your leg, looking up at you knowingly as he felt your tiredness. Your hand settles on his fur, going through it gently.

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Nat was staring at her phone as she walked outside, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. She's been pacing in front of her apartment, having just finished drinking some hot coffee at a nearby shop. She thought it would calm her, especially with the rain earlier and the cold night air.

But, it only made her energized, her mind going more aware. As coffee is supposed to do. Really, she should have just gotten tea or a hot chocolate and maybe she would have been fine.

She's been looking at your text messages, ones thats been sent days ago now. Neither of you had talked in so long. Or at least to her, it felt like centuries, ages. She hoped desperately to magically see a text appear from you of saying something, or perhaps that you'll appear at her apartment.

But there was nothing. It was a fault of two sides, neither was really in the wrong, but if neither said anything, it'll simply slowly die.

She felt your distance, and she knew your mind was possibly getting just as loud as hers was. She had to do something, and fast, or the negative possibilities of whatever could happen would become reality.

Her legs started walking continuously forward rather than pacing, deciding to go towards the apartment you were at. She stored her phone in her pocket, determined to get to you rather than let it sit any longer.

She could never possibly hate you. She wouldn't even if she could. The moon and stars had disappeared, the clouds having covered it up. She didn't need their company, anyway. But the rain did come along to be her company.

Great. It was heavy, and people outside retreated to nearby shops and restaurant. She didn't follow them. Thank god for her jacket, but it was still all the more freezing cold.

Her walking slowly speeds up. Then, the splashing of boots running across the sidewalk sounded out through the streets.

Red car lights were in the reflections of the road, blurred from the rain water. A horn sounded out somewhere, probably for a stubborn person looking at their phone as they sat at a stop light. But she couldn't bother to see what it was at all.

The redhead, getting hit by the rain from every angle as she pants, almost out of breath from all the steps she's taken. If the sole of her feet wasn't firm on the concrete, she probably would have slipped.

But, she gets closer with obstacles and needing to find her way through people before she soon arrives. She takes a couple deep breaths after breathing through gasps, her lungs absolutely getting a work-out from the running.

Nat swallows down the burn in her throat, slowly recollecting herself and standing up straighter. When she looks up at the windows of the apartment, the lights are on.

It means you're here.

You're home.

Nat walks close to the door, a little calmer now and her hand goes up hesitantly.

She knocks on the door, but an answer awaits for far too long. Too many seconds.

She looks at the doorbell button.

She presses it.

A ringing that goes through the house can be faintly heard, before some gentle footsteps grow louder, nearing towards the front door.

It opens, and she sees you.

You were blown away by the sight in front of you. Almost quite literally from how windy it was outside, too. Nat, drenched in the rain, and out of breath as if she ran all the way here, because she did. You were definitely going to faint now from the sudden appearance.

Yet, at the realization of the sight in front of you, the two of you having just stared at each other, your face instantly fills with worry and concern. "Gosh, Nat, what are you--"

"I love you!" she blurted out, cutting you off in your sentence. Her voice was determined as she stared at you in such a vulnerable way, her eyes wandering your face to see your emotions.

You stood there, as she kept getting drenched from the rain. She thought she lost it all because you had shock visible in your eyes. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn't have-- But your gaze softened, and you stepped back slightly to let her in.

She steps in, a confused and curious expression on her face at your silence, but she lets you close the door before watching you turn around.

You went closer, your hands going to cup her cheeks as you leaned in until your lips softly touched. She had met you halfway, her own hands instinctively landing on your hips. Finally.

You could feel the cold rain on her lips before you pulled away slowly, but resting your forehead against hers, her breath warm against your skin.

"I love you, too," you whispered, but from how close you were to her, you didn't need to be any louder. Her heart had skipped a beat, and her lips raised up, absolutely in joy of your reply.

"We've switched roles...except you got the worse part," you let out a chuckle, tugging on the soaked jacket she was wearing that did nothing to protect her from the cold, until your eyes landed on her soft forest green eyes.

She gave you a soft smile, but her body shivered. Her boots were practically filled up with water, and the water dripped to the floor, but you didn't mind.

"Let's get you dried up," you said, going off to your bedroom to grab some towels for her. "Um--" She stood there for a moment, wondering if she should follow you or not.

"You can use my bathroom, come on." You urged her as you draped a towel over heer shoulders and went behind her to gently push her forward.

Her cheeks blush a pink tint, but she walks forward, going into your bedroom. As you were grabbing her some clothes, she took off her jacket, and pulled out her phone.

"Oh--" she pulled out the cassette player she brought from her apartment, pulling it out from her bag and placing it on your bed gently. Thankfully, it was dry and didn't get hit by the rain.

"I...fixed this up. It wasn't the belt. I mean, I replaced it anyway, but some parts had dirt covering them," she said, looking up to you as you walked back to her with a shirt and sweatpants in hand. You raised your eyebrows, intrigued at how she did it herself when you forgot.

It looked like it was brand new, shining brightly with the dim light with you inspecting it. You then went to grab a cassette tape from your shelves and your headphones to plug in, then you test it.

She had unfolded the t-shirt you got in the meanwhile, keeping herself occupied instead of just watching you. She held it up to her frame, seeing that it was just about the same size as hers.

You smiled softly, listening to the music and looking at her. "This sounds...amazing. You did good work in this." At that, her face lit up, and her smile reflected yours.

"Thank you," she said gently, putting the t-shirt back on the bed to wear later, her hands settling on the towel on her shoulder that kept her warm, even if its just a little.

"Now go, take a warm shower before you freeze to death or something." You gestured to the bathroom door, and she quietly giggled as she turned around, going off to shower.

Your gaze was adoring as you watched her go, then you went back to looking at the cassette player, shaking your head at the incredible handiwork she had.

Then, noticing the curtains of the apartment were still open while outside it was nighttime, you decide to go forward and close them, putting the cassette player down with your headphones. Of course, making sure you paused it rather than letting the music playing on its own.

Once done with the bedroom curtains, you gently shut the door on your way out to the living room, letting Nat have her privacy as you close the rest of the curtains.

One view of the windows though, had caught your attention. It was the larger window Kate had in her apartment, so it showed a perfect view of the sky and the city.

The night was starry now, the rain having settled down and the clouds dissipating. As you stood there admiring the moon and trying to figure out which white dot was a star and which one was a planet, Nat had come out the bedroom, wearing the clothes you gave her.

She stands beside you, gazing up and following the direction of your eyes. Nearly all the planets were shining in the sky, surprisingly enough.

Her hand gently intertwined with yours and her eyes fall back to you, a soft smile gracing her lips. Feeling the warmth of her hand had you turning to look at her, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Ты галактика (Ty galaktika)," she whispered, her free hand going up to gently cup your cheek, her love genuine in her eyes. You smiled softly, your heart jumping in joy.

"Does that mean galaxy?" You guessed gently and curiously, finally getting the chance to ask of one of her sentences you couldn't recognize.

She nodded gently, and then realized you still didn't know the full meaning. "It means you're the galaxy." She whispered, making your eyes widen and your lips part in surprise at the deep meaning, having thought it only meant one word.

You breathed out a chuckle before leaning in to gently capture her lips in a tender kiss, as if it was on instinct, a habit you had already developed naturally, when you haven't kissed each other ever since the first, or even seen each other in days.

But oh, you were depths upon depths in love with her. She returned the kiss, pouring her heart and soul into it, and your bodies fit each other like puzzle pieces.

Considering you were slowly moving towards your bedroom, you reached to the living room lamp when you were close enough, turning it off, knowing you wouldn't be going back into the room and Kate wasn't going to be home until tomorrow. Something about staying at her mom's? You didn't know, but you couldn't be bothered when your fingers entangled in red hair.

When the darkness grew, so did your passion. After a while though, you parted, pausing for a moment with your forehead rested against hers. You breathed in through the space between the two of you, your breaths colliding on skin and mixing.

"Does this make us..." You start in a whisper, but trail off, hesitant to say the word. The corners of her lips tug up in the meanwhile. It was time, and she was ready to jump into it with you.

"Lovers?" She suggests slowly, feeling your hand on her chest that rose and fell with her shallow breathing. You nod to her question, confirming that was what you wanted to say.

"Yes." She breathed out before her lips leaned in and continued to meet yours softly, her hand traveling from your waist up to your back. For the moment, the world only held the two of you.

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You now laid against Nat comfortably on the bed, sitting in the dim lighting as the crickets quietly chirped in the background. You nuzzled into her neck for a moment as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

She gently rubbed her hand up and down your back, resting her cheek gently against the side of your head. You then turn your face out from the crook of her neck, looking up at the redhead.

Natasha smiled softly, her eyes meeting yours as she gazed into your loving eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and happiness wash over her with someone, for the first time.

You shifted yourself by firmly gripping her shoulders and pushed yourself up, your legs on the sides of her hips as your hands went to cup both her cheeks.

"You're so pretty." You whisper softly, your thumb gently rubbing her soft skin as she stared at you, her smile growing wider.

"And you're..." She wanted to return the compliment, but paused, unable to find one that was completely perfect for you, because you were simply too gorgeous.

"ты красивая (ty krasivaya)," she then said, and you raise your eyebrows, but your heart was still beating with love for her, knowing it definitely meant something that was going to make you fall for her further.

"...What does that mean?" You asked, tilting your head in curiosity. She giggled softly, noticing that you looked like Liho whenever she got curious.

"It means you're beautiful, моя любовь (moya lyubov)." She leaned in closer, keeping her eyes on yours. You loved how smoothly it comes from her lips.

"And that?" you ask. Even though you could guess, you wanted to make sure, and to hear her translate it into English for you only made you fall deeper for her.

She blushes slightly, but replies nonetheless. "My love," she whispers, shaking her head. She nuzzles her nose against yours when she leaned in closer, making you giggle softly.

"I love you," you said under your breath, feeling her hair gently tickle your fingers as you still had your hand cupped on her cheeks.

"I love you, too," she replies, going in for yet another kiss. You moved your hands down, wrapping around her neck once more.

Your heart was soft and your shoulders held little to no weight at all on them as you lay in this moment with her. It was as if nothing could lay a finger on either of you. You then pull back slightly, staring into her eyes.

"You know, your eyes are so green," you whispered softly, even though you've stared into them a thousand times. She blushes, but smiles.

"I can listen to your compliments all night if thats what you want," she commented, her voice raspy yet gentle. Her hand had gone under your shirt gently to trace gentle patterns on the skin of your back.

"I would very much love that," you said through another giggle, leaning ever so closer to her. You placed your hand on her chest, her heartbeat thumping against your palm as you settle beside her.

Nat pulls the covers up gently up the two of you, making sure you were warm and comfortable. Every touch of her hands held care and gentleness, making your heart swell.

She trails her hand off to your cheek, gently placing it on there. Your eyes flicker down to it, and you lean into her touch, smiling. She rubs her thumb in a slow back and forth motion.

Your eyelids slowly fell to a close, the gentle motion soothing you to sleep. The broken pieces of your shattered heart had been picked up, and she was careful enough to put it all back together.

end of chapter 12, and the end of this series. <3

Series Masterlist <- Chapter 11

In decision you'll hone, but you too shall run from the option you were given. Then find acceptance and it will be forsaken.

"All the things I didn't do for the sake of my mind." - R.

"All the things I shouldn't have done, but did anyway." - N.R

"...Everything I should have done." - W.M

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mydearsnooopy · 19 days ago

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My ideal routine in Japan would be structured, purposeful, and self-empowering. I crave efficiency, mental and intellectual stimulation, independence, and control. I hope this can be an inspiration to plan out your routine in your ideal destination!

5:30 AM – 8:00 AM | Morning Discipline & Prime the Mind

Wake up in a clean, minimal ryokan or capsule hotel: There’s something profound about waking up before the world moves. At 5:30 AM, Tokyo is hushed and efficient. The chaos hasn’t started yet—and that’s exactly when I want to start. The air feels crisp, almost untouched, as the city slowly stirs to life. I grab a quick coffee from a vending machine, its warmth cutting through the cool morning. The streets are nearly empty, save for a few early risers and delivery workers. This is the perfect time to wander, to soak in the quiet beauty of Tokyo before its energy surges.

essential skin care, clean outfit, stretch in silence: I take a moment to stretch in silence, letting my mind settle and my body prepare for the day ahead. I'm not the type of person to have a 15-step skincare routine; I like a basic and efficient routine. After, I am most likely to wear an academic, androgynous, minimalist outfit catering to my personal style that I got from a Japanese thrift store.

1:30 PM – 4:30 PM | Intellectual Deep Dive & Tactical Exploration

Every morning has a target. I don’t wander; I hunt insights. On Monday, I go to Miraikan. Study exhibits on AI, robotics, and space; take notes on Japan’s vision of the future. On Tuesday, I will analyze philosophy in Kyoto’s gardens. On Wednesday, I visit some of the best of Japan's Brutalist buildings. I treat each location like a case study.

Eat quietly at a minimal spot (a soba bar or bento cafe): Journal about what I learned that day, After lunch, I might take a stroll through a nearby park or visit a local art gallery. These moments of leisure are vital for recharging my mind and sparking new ideas. They remind me of the beauty that exists in everyday life and the importance of taking time to enjoy it.

4:30 PM – 6:00 PM | Reflective Transition & Tactical Planning

As the afternoon transitions into evening, I carve out time for productive solitude. This is when I reflect, strategize, and plan for the future. I find a quiet café or a library, an atmosphere that fosters focus. With a cup of matcha or hojicha by my side, I delve into my personal projects or professional goals. Around this time, I might head to a serene yet functional gym in Tokyo. Alternatively, I could participate in a martial arts class, such as kendo or aikido, immersing myself in the discipline and philosophy behind these practices.

I also use this time to plan the next day meticulously. Whether it’s mapping out the logistics of visiting a cultural site, scheduling work or study sessions, or noting down books or articles to read, this planning phase is essential. It allows me to maintain control and ensures that each day has purpose and direction.

6:00 PM – 8:00 PM | Culinary Simplicity & Evening Calm

Back at my accommodation, I prepare a minimalist but satisfying meal—perhaps a fresh salad, miso soup, or rice with grilled fish. Cooking in a small, functional kitchen feels meditative, and I enjoy the process as much as the result. I eat slowly, savoring each bite, while reflecting on the day’s experiences. If I’m not in the mood to cook, I might visit a quiet izakaya or a cozy soup shop nearby, enjoying the ambiance of the space.

8:00 PM – 10:00 PM | Solitude & Creative Play

By this time, the city outside begins to wind down, and so do I. I retreat to my room, dim the lights, and create a cozy atmosphere. I put on a jazz record or some other music, letting the sound wash over me. This is my time for creative play—building a space-themed LEGO set, sketching ideas in a notebook, or even writing down thoughts and plans for the future. The tactile nature of these activities feels grounding and satisfying, allowing me to unwind in a way that’s both productive and restorative.

10:00 PM – 11:00 PM | Wind Down & Prepare for Tomorrow

As the day comes to a close, I focus on winding down my mind and body. I take a warm shower, enjoying the sensation of the water washing away the day’s stresses. My evening skincare routine is quick and efficient, just enough to feel refreshed. Before bed, I might read a few pages of a book—something thought-provoking with darker themes but not too heavy—or listen to a relaxing podcast. By 11:00 PM, I’m in bed, ready to recharge and prepare for another purposeful day ahead.

This structured yet flexible routine allows me to balance productivity and leisure, independence and connection, stimulation and tranquility, all while embracing the unique rhythm of life in Japan.

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tigersharktheautisticseawing · 3 months ago

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first murdle post ever, but man do I have to yap about vol 1 or else I'll explode (spoilers below cut)

So I got vol 1 back in November when my sister (whom I love with all my heart (remember this I'll yap more about it later)) saw it in an empik and was like "Yeah my autistic gay sisbling thing would love this book" and got it for me. Also fun fact, I saw the book in Empik like a week or so earlier but I decided to pass up on it in favor of books that I was sure I wanted (rookie mistake, fortunately I've got big sis to correct it <3).

Then I got to what I think was about riddle 25-30 before putting it down for like 2-3 months (Epic the musical entered my life with a bang about that time and is only now slowly letting me go from its clutches).

Now, about a week ago, if not less, I saw this book again in my travel backpack and was like "You know what? I really do want a good puzzle." and began solving it at home and bringing it to school with me.

Then puzzle 50 happened.

Up until that point I genuinely thought this book was just some loreless riddles and I didnt discover the lore for a while (before the hiatus but a good week at least from when I got it innitially), so imagine my fucking suprise when the answer to riddle 50 cointained some of the least veiled gay angst I've ever seen in a physical book. Actually scratch that, the least veiled gay angst I've ever seen in a physical book.

So I was like "holy shit I gotta go on ao3 right fucking meow" and found many a fic with the lovely oxymorons ship (well, as many as our sadly ridiculously tiny fandom can produce) and began a-reading.

About that point I started seeing stuff like "spoilers for riddles 75/95/100/etc" and I was like "man tf is happenning in riddle 95 dawg"

(side tangent, I solved the irratino+mr.shadow plot twist in like riddle 61 or whichever was the one where shadow was the culprit with the "fammiliar laugh". Fun enough, just before that in the very same fucking riddle I noticed that we are given different information on mr.shadow at different times and stockpiled the info I found, which left me missing only his height, and upon seeing the phrase "fammiliar laugh" my neurons fucking fired and I frantically skimmed the book to find that one case around 36 with Irratino as a suspect to find his case file and sure e-fucking-nough all the info matched except for the missing height, which couldn't match due to being missing, and I was this close to screaming out loud (which I couldn't cuz I was in some class at the time))

So I work my way through chapter 4 like a champ, the autism helping for once, feeling proud of myself for basically never needing hints.

Then case 91 rolls around and I get hopelessly stuck.

It was last weekend when I was at my dad's house (split custody) and I genuinely could not figure out the suspect statements, even after using the hint, and was so close to just checking the answer that I decided to just take a break.

Then, on what I presume to be Monday, I got it.

It was late but my night owl mind was sharp and I was kinda embarassed for not figuring it out earlier, but hey, autism was cooperating for a suspiciously long amount of time, so my defeat shouldn't've been a suprise at all.

Then, between 11 PM and 1 AM I solved cases until case 97 (it was late at then and I was fucking tired (pretty sure I had to go to school at 8 am as well)) and had fun

And when case 95 rolled around I was really excited to see my boys hanging out finally and bonding further, but the detective code made me really curious.

So, somewhere between the witching hour and 1 in the morning, I painstakingly flipping what seemed to be the entire fucking book back and forth for every letter I needed to decode. I was extremely excited to find the answer, and giddy because I love a good mental challenge.

I got the gist of the message about halfway in, but refused to believe it until I got the whole thing decoded.

"[on zaczął] się w nim zakochiwać"

"[he started] to fall in love with him"

I was so close to screaming, because I genuinely expected the oxymorons to be this thinly-veiled thing that isn't ever stated outright but is also never denied, and yet here I was, staring at the words that seemed to burn into my retinas with their simplicity and message.

And, as the dust settled in my brain, one thing hit me.

Holy shit it's canon

I finished the book in its whole glory on a PE lesson on Wednesday, and immediately knew I needed to get the second book right fucking now.

Yet, poland continues to be poland, and as I input the book into my Empik app to find which store has vol 2, I am met with the answer of Westfield Mokotów, which is about an hour away by public transport. Coincidentally, that same trip by car happens to be only about half that time, leading me to devise my epic plan

Ask Mom if she'll drive me there

If yes, let Mom drop me off and get the book (success!)

If no, go there by public transport and get the book myself (longer, but still success!)

Well, after my mom came home literally as I was writing the texts to her, I presented the plan, which got interrupted by Mom giving me three pieces of information:

That mall is close to my mom's workplace

She cant get me the book today, but she could the next time she'll be working stationally (she works from home most of the time to take care of me and lil' sis and the dog better + it's more convienient)

My big sister's workplace just so happens to be not far from the same mall as well

So, plan now revised, I go to my chat with sis and ask her.

I did not even start typing the actual logistics before she agreed to buy it for me. Not to drop me off there, not to take the money from me so it's like I'm buying it anyway, but to actually buy it for me.

So, after writing something along the lines of "OMG TYSM ILYSM!!!!!! <3 <3 <3" and her writing back that she'll get it on Thursday when she goes to work stationally again, I walk away on could nine and go scrolling this very tag for content of my precious idiots.

Thursday (today) rolls around, and my day is okay. Math test first period, but I'm math autistic so I came in late and finished first, instead of english the six of us in our split class group go listen to a lady present a powerpoint about forest day to some year 0's (zerówka) and then chill (I'm mostly filling in the spots in vol 1 where I haven't written out the murdlers by word yet).

Then, two lessons from the end, we have commonroom period (godzina wychowawcza, with your assigned class teacher yapping on about something). We didn't talk about anything since there was a poem contest due Friday and our Polish teacher guilted homeroom teach into letting us make the poems (I wasnt making one, but like at least two people did and there was a grand total of like 12 of us so yk), and towards the end of my lesson I started feeling weird. I went to the bathroom and felt cold, so I grabbed my coat from my locker, and yet I still felt cold. And not oh-no-too-cold cold, but I-am-having-a-fever-so-everything-else-seems-cold-by-comparison cold.

(Forgot to mention, but just before commonroom my sis texts me that she got the goods and that I can just drop by and pick it up anytime. This is important for later.)

Then, just before WOS (wiedza o społeczeństwie, it's like politics jr and stuff), I ask my teacher to let me go to the nurse. Long story short, waited 15 min for her to tell me I'm fever-free, so I got back to class, still feeling queasy, and do the lesson stuffs (fortunately it was just a question sheet that our teacher was just actively telling us how to fill in and giving us good grades for that + 2 quizzes on knock-off kahoot, so it was chill)

Back at home I'm feeling queasier than ever (plus dog almost gets run pver by a bike on the fucking sidewalk right in front of the gate to our house), so I take my temperature, and, wouldn't you know it, 37.8C (deep in fever territory for the americans).

So I text my sis a pic I took of the thermometer with the caption "Me sick".

AND THAT ANGELIC CREATURE FUCKING DECIDED TO DROP IT OFF TOO!?!?!?!?

Like, our next texts were just me saying variations of "TYSM ILYSM <3 <3 <3 <3" cause she was doing me so much favors this week oh gods

And now as I sit here, unstarted yet vol 2 under my arm...

I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT TO START!!!!!

Happy to be her with y'all <3

#murdle #spoilers for murdle vol 1 #long post #tiger's incoherent rambles #oh and to my moots #sorry not fucking sorry #if I'm falling down the gay detective rabbit hole y'all falling down with me #honestly suprised the fandom is so microscopic atp #anyway rambles off I gotta go take a shower #and I still wanna get into this book #once again shoutout to big sis #I FUCKING LOVE YOU TYSM

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komohine · 10 months ago

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hello oh my gyad you’re my favourite artist EVER. I love the warm tones of your drawings and the way you draw keith and james is so so pretty (you have 100% converted me to be a jaither) like seriously keith is gorgeous and the outfits you draw him in are ethereal. I have many questions ive been brewing for a little bit and you don’t have to answer all of them but feel free idunoo👍👍👍

1. in the college au, does keith have his cheek scar? if so, how did he get it?

2. what is james’ and keith’s favourite thing to do with each other in free time? in every and any au you have

3. how does wearing clothes bode for james in the android au? does every tiny string get caught between the metal or does he just not wear a shirt half the time? or the third more sinister option, fabric just doesn’t catch in the plating at all

4. what colour are keith’s eyes.

5. does james play any sports/instruments like every freakish extracurricular absent parent having kid ever?

6. thoughts on the keith neurodivergent headcannon?

7. would james ever introduce keith to his family? or is he no contact/they wouldn’t care?

8. do you headcanon keith with any galra features? if so, what are they?

9. favourite food and colour headcanons for the both of them?

10. do you think keith would have any piercings?

+ a singular drawing request, soggy keith (thankyu for reading c:)

Hello i love you guys take notes from this anon please ask more questions like this i wish tumblr allowed me to answer a question more than once but PLEASE ASK HUGE QUESTIONS LIKE THIS I LOVE YAPPING ‼️😄 I LOVE YAPPING ‼️😄

Also THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMEBTS HEEHEE 🙏 i try my very best to deliver fire content 🫡 which is why i havent posted a finished piece in a while… im cooking… 😈 also its way too late for me rn to get out of bed and draw so i will reblog this with soggy keith… sometime later…

Beware a huge freaking wall of text… but id appreciate it so much if anyone reads and responds to my headcanons and adds on 😄

1) TW: ASSAULT. i was debating this, and i think yes but its much smaller than the one he has in canon. He gets it in roughly the same way, an altercation with kuron (evil shiro, except kuron is just a major asshole who isn’t related to shiro but tries to take his place through manipulation. Keith (and everyone except james actually) fell for it). Keith eventually confronted kuron outside a bar after repeated attempts to get closer with keith during their night out and kuron got pissed and pulled a knife. Fortunately keith is also an mma legend and wiped kurons ass but he got a pretty bad cut on his cheek. James made sure everyone knew about what kuron did (james is hella connected because of his parents wealth and also bcs he was trained for a while to inherit his parents company. Also, James is an incredibly smooth talker and can convince anyone of anything. So kuron pretty much has zero chance at a job in the future cause he got blacklisted from everywhere lol). This is me painting sheith as the weird freaky violently uncomfortable shit it actually is lol 😄

2) canon compliant: literally anything that isn’t high risk and stressful. Cooking, reading, sitting on the couch watching bad horror movies and shouting out plot predictions and then laughing when they’re right. Because theyve had too much drama in their life. They really appreciate the times when they can wind down. Playing fetch with kosmo is also fun, because yk teleporting wolf, so they need to get creative to get kosmo to exercise.

College AU: similar, chill things. But because of james’ absolutely insane schedule and keith’s investigative work about his father’s unusual death, they don’t really get much time together outside of studying together, lunch dates (james always makes time for lunch. Well he tries, but he has notoriously bad scheduling luck so he’ll end up with back to back classes from 8 am to 9 pm, no lunch break, or random 2 hour gaps where he needs to go off campus to a diff location for his next class so he cant acc spend those 2 hours relaxing its just him fighting downtown phoenix traffic), etc. but they’re both pretty outdoorsy, so both him and keith like going camping when they can. Its a nice break for the both of them. Also james made keith run a marathon with him once. Keith barely survived, snd slept for 18 hours after, but it was fun! In return keith dragged james to his mma gym and tried to get him to do a kick (because james is one hell of a sprinter. He has sprinter legs. That should theoretically translate super well into an insanely strong kick) but james was too nervous. every time he stepped in the ring he’d just stand there awkwardly and not move. He did send one of those punching bags flying with a kick though after he worked up the confidence (keith was right!)

Android au: uhhh kind of not applicable i fear. I cannot say why. But sometimes james lets keith clean his gun. When things get rough, he’ll let keith fix him up if there’s anything broken.

3) lowkey the sinister third option. Maybe they have some special super tightly knit fabric that’s impossible to catch on things. But also, the androids are designed pretty well, and are surprisingly devoid of super snaggy edges

4) violet. In human au, black, but im a firm believer of him having dark eyes that shine a dusty violet when the light hits them just right

5) canon compliant: TRUMPET AHHAH HES A TRUMPET PRODIGY no actually it makes me a little mad just how good he probably is at trumpet. Like gorgeous, bright tone. Huge dynamic range and lung capacity. Im so mad. Probably also piano. And fencing. He is also extremely good at sabre fencing. And i was saving this hc for later but wtv ill just repeat it: james was the one who taught keith how to wield a sword because i refuse to believe keith picked up his bayard and it formed into a sword just because. No man, its because james would beg keith to practice fencing with him and keith would finally relent and james would teach him pretty much all he knows. And keith remembered those lessons.

College au: track and field. Specifically, sprinting. James is acc so good at sprinting that he went to the olympics twice and won silver in the 200m the first time, and gold in the 100m the second time (lets pretend youssef flash (usain bolt counterpart) stayed home that year for whatever reason). And also ballroom dancing! Like waltzes and shit. Hes such a loser. And probably piano and trumpet too but they’re not so important lore wise.

6) YEEESSSS i also believe in james being neurodivergent in some way. No neurotypical man likes finance that much (my personal headcanon. Also in college au he does high level 1000 page math workbooks for fun.)

7) canon compliant: i havent thought that much abt james’ family in the canon universe. Tbh theyre probably all dead (hence why he reacted so harshly to hunk in that one scene) by the time he and keith get together officially so there’s not much he can do. He’d take keith to his sisters grave just to tell her the news (his older sister was the only person in his family of like 7 that gave a fuck abt him). During their garrison days, he probably never mentioned keith as a way of protecting him from his family.

College au: yes! He tried! Unfortunately his homophobic republican christian parents did not appreciate it. James really introduced keith as a last olive branch because he was alr so close to cutting them off, but their reactions were so bad he lost his temper in public (never before seen) and stormed out halfway through their planned lunch dragging keith by the wrist. And then he cut them off.

8) me personally no. If im being so fr every time i see galra feature Keith it always comes across as infantilizing in some way? 😭 like “ooo kitty ear keith!” somehow you are infantilizing both asians AND a completely made up race guys. The only real feature is maybe his funny coloured eyes? But galra eyes are yellow so uhhh… but i think internally there’s a lot more galra presentation. Like his heat/sickness tolerance, sleep cycle, endurance, etc.

9) i havent really thought of this, i have colours I personally associate with them but hmmm. (Canon compliant, but probably applies to all of my aus) Keith’s favourite colour? I dont think he would really have one specific one but he might list off some colour combos he thinks looks nice. Like red and black. Hes also not super picky, but he really misses his dad’s halo halo. James is too depressed to have a favourite colour. And he likes anything that is a painful experience while consuming. Like very strong and bitter black coffee, straight everclear, your most acrid cigarettes. Because he hates himself.

10) in my college au he has a snake bite! Only one though, on his right (our left) side. Also he has his lobes pierced. I dont think he’d have anything in canon compliant, just bcs his hair is already pushing the garrison guidelines and i dont think they’d let him pierce anything. Maybe earlobes, but thats it. Same goes for android au.

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