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Baizhu design :V ? For funsies totally not going to draw him or anything
had way too much fun with this one hahah
#listen i know that baizhu's eyes should be red in theory here but like#im too used to my golden eyed princess to change that#plus its funnier what with the whole childe crush list#also im sorry but i can't think how to explain it away rn#baizhu's not even a relevant character so it doesn't even matter but still#we'll just roll w it#anyway#we can name baizhu's snake smth else too#idk what#just in case anyone here doesn't realize gui is herbalist gui#hilariously enough gui also fits like. a good chunk of childe's crush list#like he's only missing the 'being able to beat his ass' and the 'deep voice'#the rest of it checks out iirc#childe; still a bit in shock at the revelation: huh- the husband is literally just some guy#gui; very friendly and polite and sweet invites ajax into the convo and never sidelines him and is always happy to meet new people:#childe; touched and charmed: yeah ok this makes sense actually. i get it#guizhong and ping yan only found out about the short crush like. months after LMAO#changsheng and gui are cannonically gossip buddies so i think the dynamic would be hilarious whenever baizhu goes to the clan#changsheng dumps a bunch of homework/tests on him to run and then goes sit w gui to the side to gossip for the rest of the day#she approved the husband from day1
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DUNMESHI EP 3 WAS SOOOO BEAUTIFUL OMG THE ANIMATION WAS SO GOOD😭😭😭 LAIOS IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM... hes so smart... one of the most likeable male anime protags ive seen in a while... 1 of the most likeable protags period tbh anyway hes good🥺
#i usually get attached to side/supporting charas more than the protags so it means a lot that 1 of my fav charas is laios rn#(and yeseo for twsb)...#their common point: hungry LHDSKHD /j#basically what this means is im going to enjoy dunmeshi a lot bc im not just tolerating the boring protag dcgddfgd#cant wait to meet other charas too KABRU WHENNNNN#most excited to meet kabru i like his design a lot#also its cool to see laios like thinking and reasoning a lot while fighting...#like a lot of shounen(which is what ive watched most of) protags r just act first think later which is fine i like those too#but i feel like its more rare to see one be a thinker™️. esp one that looks himbo coded like laios tbh#like yea hes really not a himbo as ppl said... Good#cant believe i thought laios was gonna be boring when i first saw his design yrs ago... boring generic white boy...#hes actually funny moe white boy.#HES SO ENDEARING... i can already tell he has a lot of good leadership skills/qualities too#his crazy eyed monster fanboying moments are sooo. cute... moe...#i also unfortunately find him v handsome. gh... dont look at me...#its the droopy eyes... why do all my favs have droopy eyes rn is that my type now... sigh#ALSO YEA THE ANIM THIS EP WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL I KEPT MARVELING AT THE VARIETY OF INTERESTING SHOTS#AND THE MOVEMENT AND DETAIL ANDD EVERYTHING#ALSO I HEARD HAYAMI SAORI AS FALIN OMG ITS PERECT 🥺🥺🥺#dunmeshi liveblog
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I love seeing the “in system relationship” posts that are so sweet and cutesy and then we just sit here and look around like… yeah if any of us tried to date we’d end up fighting like feral cats
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#half our system interactions is just us side eyeing each other or death glaring each other#which is a lil dumb cause we technically get along but like. only if we choose to.#idk I find this funny#(im getting side eyed rn)#🕷️#summer silence system#did osdd#osdd system#osdd#did#osdd stuff#osdd memes#did memes
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anyone wanna come over next week and disassociate from this realty with me next week? if we're lucky we can clip into the berenstein bears universe for a few hours. i'll bring the snacks
#gonna try and distract myself with veilguard but i already know i'm going to be an anxious mess all day#it's all anyone is going to be talking about and the maga cult is out in full force rn with signs and flags everywhere cus im in a red stat#my actual county always goes blue but still my heartrate skyrockets whenever i see a red baseball cap these days#got jumpscared at the aquarium last weekend when a fam in trump merch came around the corner cus i thought they were gonna jump me#its just like covid where i was in a near constant state of fear whenever we went out to get groceries or something#not cus of the virius but cause of all the reports i kept seeing about asain's getting jumped because trump kept calling it the china virus#i was constantly looking over my shoulder when my bf and I went out because I could just tell instantly when someone was following him#the fox-newsers were not subtle when eying up my bf and trying to figure out what ethnicity he was under his mask#i kinda lost count of how many times I would yank him down another isle or lead him to the other side of the store saying I forgot somethin#it just became a normal part of going out which both depressed and upset me#but yeah kinda entering that mindset the closer we get to the 5th#i know my bf is going to want to watch the results real time but his parents will be staying with us during the election#and like his dad is a trump supporter which just kinda blows my mind because trump would not respect him at all
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when they miss you ౨ৎ
nct dream '00 line ㅤ♡
RENJUN (๑•ᴗ•๑)
you'll always know when renjun misses you because that's when he starts pulling out his mandarin. he calls you late at night, voice soft, laced with the longing he doesn’t really bother hiding,
“我真的好想你吖” (i miss you so much)
“几时才能见面呢?” (when will we get to meet?)
and even if you didn't know or understand chinese before, you've come to learn it after picking it up from him through these calls over time. he always tells you that it's enough to know just these pretty words, and that you don't need to know more.
each phrase or sentence he tells you carries a bit of his heart, and its those little 我爱你 (i love you) moments that linger with you, bridging any distance between the two of you.
JENO (.◜◡◝)
missing you is almost like a battle jeno tries not to lose. he'll pretend like its no big deal, acting like he's just casually checking in on you when he texts, “whatchu doing?”
you always tease him for how obvious he gets—especially because the moment you tell him he can come over, he's at your door before you can even blink.
you open it to find his cheeks flushed, his signature eye smile breaking out as he murmurs a quick and bashful “hi,” before he's pulling you close, lips crashing onto yours. from there, he's glued to your side, following you around whereever you go—even to the bathroom. “i just wanna be close to you!”
whether he's helping you out with little things around your house or just leaning against the wall watching you, his presence fills every corner, as if he can finally relax now that he's with you.
HAECHAN ʕ•Ⱉ•ʔ
being apart from you is a nightmare for hyuck. he's naturally clingy, always close whenever he's with you. but when he's away, its like his clinginess amplifies a thousand times.
if he's the one who's busy, he'll video-call you the second he has any free time, even if it's just a simple “hi”, he can't help but want to see your pretty face and hear your sweet voice.
and when you're the one who's busy? your phone will be bombarded with his texts, asking what you're doing, who you're with, and why you're not with him. if you take too long to respond, he starts sending texts like, “so what position are the two of you in rn?” or, “i know you hate me at least say it to my face.”
and just when you're about to nag at him for being ridiculous, he always makes sure to send you a selfie of himself, teary eyed with a cute pout, accompanied with a, “i just miss you :(”
JAEMIN ₍ᐢ ɞ̴̶̷ ̫ ɞ̴̶̷ ᐢ₎
jaemin swears he misses you all the time, but when the two of you are truly apart, he goes the extra mile to make sure you feel it too.
he's always checking in—texts asking if you've eaten, reminders to rest, and occasionally surprising you with food deliveries whenever he knows you haven't had the time to cook. acts of service come naturally to him—its his way of making sure you're taken care of even when he can't be there himself.
and then there are his calls. his voice soft but steady, filling any silence with gentle reminders of how much he misses you. he never lets the distance feel like an obstacle, his words reaching you with such warmth that its as if he's right there beside you.
“i wish i could be there by your side.”
authors notes: just a lil smth before i disappear for the next few weeks, school has been tough on me :,[ also ive never written in this format before but im really happy with how this turned out hehe i hope youll enjoy, happy reading<3
#nct dream#nct dream headcanons#renjun x reader#jeno x reader#haechan x reader#jaemin x reader#nct dream x y/n#nct dream x oc#nct dream x you#nct dream x reader#nct headcanons#nct fluff#nct dream fluff#nct x reader#nct imagines#nct x y/n#nct x oc#nct x you#renjun fluff#jeno fluff#haechan fluff#jaemin fluff#nct#nct dream imagines
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Baby daddy heeseung with pregnant wife? Possessive and protective (not rlly yandere yk)
𝙃𝙀𝙀 𝙒 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙂𝙉𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀📬︎
↬warnings: slightly suggestive, protective & possessive Heeseung,
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Heeseung wasn't expecting to be married to his high school crush, who he always thought he'd have to admire from afar. Let alone, have a baby on the way, his first baby. Sure he was nervous, excited, worried and a little stressed, but overall just so happy. He's living his dream. He loves her just as much as the baby. now 5 months far long, there's a small baby bump visible through her clothes. He cant help but softly kiss it, especially before he goes to sleep.
If anything, he can't help but keep his hands off her knowing that his dear wife, his one and only girl is carrying his child. He'd snuggle her everyday, cook for her whenever he can, reading from recipes in maternity books, or learn from his mother. He's an absolute sweetheart, the dream baby daddy. It shows how much he loves his little growing family, he'd die for them, and if he had to, he'd kill for them...
Sure Heeseung is pure Bambi-eyed, lover boy. However, though he doesn't want to admit it, he can be very possessive, rooting from his protective instincts. God it pisses him off when some wide-eyed tall boy just comes up to his wife. Most often they have a phone at hand, another hand nervously running through their hair as they shoot their excuse of a "charming smile" "Hey uhm... can I get your number? you seem my type so" "can I get your snap pretty miss?" "dayum girl" none of them can be as good as him of course, he did after all impregnate her.
He'd go up behind her, kissing the side of her neck, as his hand gently slides over her barely visibly baby bump "How are my babies doing?... sweetheart, I found a café you and the baby might like." he'd say, making it clear to hold her hand, as she shyly, and cluelessly smiles up at him, he flashes her hand that had a very expensive wedding ring he bought her, he makes it clear she's his, and so is that baby growing inside. It's like she's a big win for him, and he needs to show her off to everyone, so he will.
He's not selfish or anything, he just loves y/n like crazy. She won him over with her love, without her he sees no life worth living. Heeseung can be a little overprotective though. Everywhere she sits will always covered in many many pillows, he'd never let her stand for too long, he'd always react whenever he feels she's in pain, the smallest wince, or a single ouch, he's by your side, ready to make a call. Overall, he's very excited to see what the future holds for him. With a wife who could talk to him with her eyes, as he holds her hand, taking a walk down the park, 3 small kids running near them, their kids.
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a/n: im going through the requests rn im sorry if this isn't good, but i hope u do like it<3
#heeseung fluff#enhypen#enha x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen ff#engene#enhypen fluff#enhypen fanfic#enhypen heeseung#heeseung#heeseung enhypen#heeseung ff#heeseung icons#heeseung smut#heeseung x reader#heeseung yandere#lee heeseung#possessive enha
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can I please please please request a reverse grumpy x sunshine with theo 😭🙏🏼 i have a horrible cold rn and im pretty sure im getting a fever too and im so so close to my periods and im in some very desperate need for something nice 😭 it's totally fine if you can't or if you're busy, no pressure!
p.s. im in love with your writing! (if it wasn't obvious before)
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✩ Theodore Nott x F!Reader
The one where a smitten Theodore Nott is willing to do anything and everything to see that smile of yours. It’s only a matter of time before he has to let you know - and the school mandated trip might make that a lot earlier.
A/N: This was so disgustingly cute i actually almost threw up but ig its necessary after 61 letters LOL (also @stardustsymphony ur actually amazing i hope you like it)
songs: Lovers - anna of the north
Theodore Nott had a habit of being too cheerful for his own good, especially in the mornings. You couldn’t figure out how he managed to wake up so early and still be this bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
It was unnatural.
You leaned against the Slytherin common room wall, waiting for your first class of the day, arms crossed and expression set in your usual neutral state. Your friends called it a "resting bitch face," though you insisted it was just your natural look.
Either way, no one seemed brave enough to bother you this early - except for Theo, of course.
"[name]!" His voice rang out from the entrance, and you groaned internally before turning your head to see him practically bouncing down the stairs, his dark hair flopping slightly as he moved.
“Too early for that much enthusiasm, Theo,” you muttered, but you didn’t stop the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. He always had that effect on you, no matter how much you tried to resist it.
Theodore didn’t seem fazed. He gave you a wide grin as he plopped down next to you on the stone bench. “It’s never too early! Have you seen outside? It’s perfect weather - I thought we could grab breakfast and maybe sit by the lake before class.”
“Not sure if I’m awake enough for all that,” you grumbled, pulling your cloak tighter around yourself. The dungeons were always too cold in the mornings. “But breakfast doesn’t sound too bad.”
“See? You’re already coming around,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
It was a running joke between the two of you. Theo was always the optimist, the 'sunshine' that (much to your dismay) seemed hellbent on making you smile. He was one of your closest friends, so you let him get away with it, though you wouldn’t admit how much you enjoyed his company - or how much his smile did things to your heart you didn’t entirely understand yet.
He nudged your arm gently. “I even asked Mattheo to save you a croissant for breakfast. No need to thank me, though I’ll accept compliments.”
You rolled your eyes but followed him out of the common room, the two of you falling into step as you walked through the corridors. It was easy, the way you fit together. Where you were quiet, he filled the silence with his never-ending commentary on whatever came to mind-whether it was about the latest Quidditch scores or some random thing he noticed about the castle.
Today, it was the latter.
“Have you ever noticed how that one portrait near the Great Hall looks like it’s giving people side-eye? I feel rather judged every time I walk by.” he rambled, feigning hurt as he places a hand on his chest.
You snorted, unable to help the laugh that bubbled up. “No, but now I’m definitely going to look for it.”
“See? I’m expanding your horizons,” he said with a satisfied grin.
You shot him a sideways glance. “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking and you’ll lose your seat.”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges in that way that always made your stomach flip. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t there.”
You didn’t respond right away, but he wasn’t wrong.
You didn’t know how to describe the way your friendship with Theo felt like it was standing on the edge of something bigger, something neither of you had quite dared to name.
And maybe you weren’t ready for it just yet. But when he sat down beside you, close enough that your knees brushed under the table, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too.
Theodore hummed contentedly as he reached for the little pot of sugar, dumping three heaped teaspoons into his coffee like it was perfectly normal behaviour. The steam rose lazily from the cup, and he stirred it absentmindedly, flashing you that familiar, easy-going smile.
“Have you packed for the astronomy trip tomorrow?” he asked casually, as though he hadn’t just committed a serious coffee crime right in front of you. “Apparently Tromsø is absolutely piss cold at this time of year. Draco was telling me.”
“I’ll help you pack later. Just so you don’t forget something important. Like, I don’t know, an extra jumper for me.”
You shot him a glare. “Sure, Theodore. I’ll just pack your entire wardrobe while I’m at it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of asking,” he replied, grinning again. “Just the scarf, though. You know, my lucky one.”
You snorted. “That hideous green one? Absolutely not.”
“Blasphemy,” he said dramatically, clutching his chest. “You wound me, [name].”
“Good,” You deadpan, turning to look at him.
You raised an eyebrow, eyeing him with something between disbelief and amusement. “God, Theodore-” you chided, pointing at his cup with disgust, “is that not just sugar with a side of coffee?”
"Well someone needs to make up for the clear joy discrepancy in this friendship." He defended, taking a long sip as if to punctuate his point.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto your face. “Right, because your never-ending cheerfulness is the only thing keeping us all from a dark, miserable existence.”
“Exactly!” he declared, entirely too pleased with himself. “I’m performing a public service, really. One smile at a time.”
There was something ridiculously charming about how he just… didn’t care. Theodore was all lightness and laughter, one could argue too much so for a Slytherin.
“I wouldn’t need to drink quite so much sugar if you’d stop glaring at me like I’ve just murdered a puppy.” he teased, bumping your knee lightly under the table. “Honestly, one of these days I’m going to get you to smile before 10 a.m. Just you wait.”
You scoffed, but the warmth in his tone made it impossible to stay annoyed. “You’d have better luck with a Patronus charm.”
"There's a reason why I'm top of the DADA class" Theodore shot back with a cocky grin.
Despite yourself, you felt the corners of your mouth twitching upward, and before you could stop it, a smile crept across your face. Quickly, you took a sip of your coffee to cover it up, but Theodore noticed.
If you saw the way he looked at you, you'd know he was in love then and there. The way he almost melted into your expression, eyebrows almost furrowing as he looks over at you. Just as he opened his mouth, ready to say something - something he wasn’t even sure he was ready to admit to himself- Pansy’s voice cut through the quiet.
“Well, if it isn’t day and night sitting over here,” she chimed, plopping down next to you with a knowing smirk.
“Merlin’s sake, Theo. You’re going to give yourself diabetes.” Pansy’s voice broke through, dry and unimpressed as ever.
“I reckon the sugar’s the only thing keeping him tolerable,” Mattheo said, slouching into his chair and eyeing Theodore’s cup with disdain. “Otherwise, we'd have to listen to him drone on about defensive spells without end.”
You snorted into your coffee before you could help it, the sound surprising you. You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up, covering your mouth as you shoot Mattheo a glare that was only half-serious. It was loud - unfiltered and genuine, and when you glanced up, you found Theodore staring at you with that easy smile, his eyes warm and a little too soft. Even with Mattheo’s jab at his expense, Theodore couldn’t bring himself to be mad, not when the sound of your laughter was still ringing in his ears.
“Right, like I’d ever come to you for life advice, Mattheo,” Theodore muttered, finally tearing his gaze away from you, though his grin lingered.
Mattheo shrugged lazily. “Probably shouldn't. I’m a terrible influence."
You let the three of them fall into conversation as you zone out, sipping on your coffee. Their chatter faded into the background as your mind wandered, focusing instead on the upcoming trip. The Astronomy class’s trip to Tromsø was all anyone could talk about lately.
And as the pessimist you were, all you could focus on was how damn cold it was going to be.
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You were right.
It was cold - too damn cold.
As soon as the group stepped off the train in Tromsø, the icy wind cut through your layers like they were made of parchment. You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck, teeth chattering despite the heavy coat you wore.
"Bloody hell," you muttered under your breath, glancing around at your classmates as they all shivered in the bitter chill. "Why did I think this was a good idea?"
"Because it’s Norway, and we’re going to see the Northern Lights," Pansy answered with a 'that's so obvious' tone, bundling herself up in a fur-lined coat that looked like it cost more than your entire wardrobe.
You shot her a look. “I don’t care if we’re going to see dragons dancing in the sky. It’s fucking freezing.”
Pansy only rolled her eyes, linking arms with Lorenzo as they trudged ahead through the snow-covered streets. The rest of your group followed suit- Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, and, of course, Theodore- who was surprisingly unfazed by the weather, despite the hideous green scarf he insisted on wearing.
By the time you arrived at the lodge where you were all staying, your fingers were numb and your patience thin. The lodge was quaint, wooden, and cosily tucked away at the edge of the forest, the surrounding snow-capped trees giving it a 'hallmark christmas' charm.
You all shuffled into the common room, where the housekeeper with a rather large bushy moustache greeted you with thick blankets and far too much enthusiasm for someone who lived in such a cold climate. Everyone split off to their rooms, getting settled before heading out for the evening’s stargazing expedition - one you had organised amongst yourselves. You were sharing a room with Pansy, while Theodore was bunking with Blaise.
Once you'd unpacked, you met the group downstairs again. The fire crackled in the hearth as the others talked about what to do before heading out for the night.
Theodore appeared by your side, leaning casually against the arm of the sofa you were sitting on. "So," he started, that familiar grin tugging at his lips, "what do you want to do?"
You frowned at him in confusion. "Why are you asking me?"
"Because I want to do whatever you want to do," he replied simply, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
You blinked at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "I don't care. I'll just go along with whatever everyone else is doing."
But Theodore wasn’t having it. "You always say that. C’mon, humor me."
Before you could argue, Mattheo walked past and clapped Theodore on the shoulder. "Come on, Nott, stop making her overthink. Let’s go grab some snacks and freeze our asses off while we wait for the lights," he said, and with that, the group started bundling up again, ready to head out into the freezing night.
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The sky above was almost too perfect - as though it had been plucked straight from a postcard. It almost compensated for the bone numbing chill, the sight of string-light lit stalls far too pretty to make you feel grumpy.
For a while, though.
You trudged along beside Theodore, bundled in so many layers that it felt like your entire body had been wrapped in blankets. The long puffer jacket you wore reached nearly to your knees, and your scarf-wrapped around your neck at least three times-barely left room for your face to peek through. You couldn't help but grumble to yourself, tugging at the edge of your gloves to make sure no skin was exposed to the biting cold.
Theodore, of course, noticed immediately.
"Merlin's beard, you're waddling," he teased. "If you added another layer, you might not be able to walk at all."
You shot him a glare from under your knitted hat. "I'd rather waddle than freeze to death."
He chuckled, eyes flicking over your bundled-up form with an almost too-pleased look on his face. "I don’t know, it’s kind of cute. You look like a disgruntled penguin."
You snorted, half-annoyed, half-amused. "Glad you're entertained."
"Come on," he coaxed, nudging your arm lightly, "I bet under all those layers, you're secretly enjoying this. You’re just too stubborn to admit it."
"Enjoying this?" you asked incredulously, gesturing to the freezing air and the snow-covered ground beneath your feet. "I’m wearing half my wardrobe just to avoid becoming an icicle."
Theodore shrugged, his easy grin never faltering. "Still cute, though."
"You're insufferable, Nott," you muttered, scowling as you slap his arm.
He grinned wider, clearly pleased with himself for pulling that almost-smile out of you.
"Oi! We're gonna go see if we can get some hot chocolate and blankets before we set up for the evening, You guys just guard our spot before someone else grabs it." Blaise yells from a short distance, and Theodore nods as you groan. You wanted to be in the cosy warm lodge - not out here on an isolated ledge in the middle of god-knows where whist your friend traipse around the quaint markets.
You look up, momentarily stunned as the half sarcastic curses that were about to escape your mouth dry out on your tongue. Ripples of greens and blue entwine, seamlessly dancing through the dark that otherwise shrouded the night-sky. It wasn't magic, only charged particles from the sun colliding with gases in Earth's atmosphere, causing them to emit light in vibrant colors, typically seen near the polar regions (courtesy of muggle book you had read on the journey here) but it was nonetheless enchanting.
Surprisingly, your voice broke the silence. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Theodore nodded, eyes fixed on you. “Yeah… it really is.”
There was a brief silence, and when you glanced over, you found Theodore watching you instead of the sky, his expression soft.
“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, still smiling. “Nothing. Just trying to figure out how to make you smile.”
You huffed, turning your gaze back to the sky. “Why do you care so much?”
“Because I like seeing it,” he said simply, his voice so sincere it made your stomach flip.
You didn’t respond, the weight of his words lingering in the cold air between you. After a moment, he sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “I’ll have to try harder, then.”
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your tone was more fond than irritated now.
He chuckled, his laugh low and warm. “And you’re stubborn.”
You turned to chastise him, ready with another quip, but the words faltered when you looked up at him. The moonlight caught his features- soft shadows dancing across his sharp jawline, his eyes gleaming with that look that you had seen far too often these past few weeks. His scarf, that hideous green thing, was crooked as always, the ends flapping slightly in the breeze.
Your hands moved instinctively, reaching up to fix it. "This scarf..." you started, your voice trailing off as you focused on straightening it.
Theodore’s gaze never faltered as he watched you, his eyes tracing every detail of your face as if committing it to memory. "You know, I’m not sure if you actually hate the scarf or if it’s just an excuse to keep touching me."
You scowled, though the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you mumbled, but even you could hear the wavering in your voice.
His smile widened, but he didn’t say anything more, just stood there.
Before you knew what you were doing, you tugged him closer by the scarf, pulling him toward you. "This hideous scarf of yours," you muttered under your breath, using it as a flimsy excuse to hide the fact that you were really just closing the gap between you.
Theodore’s eyes flickered down to your lips, his breath fogging in the cold air between you. And then, without another word, you closed the distance.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative, like both of you were testing the waters. But the second his lips moved against yours, something inside you shifted. It was slow, unhurried, his hands gently cradling your face as if he had all the time in the world. The cold air disappeared entirely, replaced by the warmth of his touch, his closeness, and the feeling of him - consuming you.
When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, Theodore’s eyes were still on you, that stupid smile of his making your knees weak.
"You didn’t even fix the scarf," he whispered, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
You rolled your eyes, still trying to catch your breath, but you couldn’t fight the grin that broke through. "Shut up."
But Theodore only laughed, leaning in again to steal another kiss.
Your gloved hands came up, fisting the thick wool of his jacket as you-
“Finally!” Pansy’s dry tone rang out, followed by the sound of scattered applause.
You and Theodore broke apart, startled, only to find the rest of your group approaching, grinning like idiots.
“What the-?” you began, but Blaise interrupted, holding up a handful of galleons.
“We made a bet on how long it’d take for you two to finally snog," he said with a grin, pocketing the winnings. "I was getting worried."
Your face burned, and your grumpy demeanor returned in full force as you glared at them all. "I hate every single one of you."
But before you could storm off, Theodore just chuckled, pulling you into his side with a warmth that made it hard to stay annoyed. "Don’t worry," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, "they’re just jealous."
Grumbling under your breath, you leaned into him as the group settled down.
Perhaps it wasn't all too bad.
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WRONG IDEA RIGHT?!!
jeongin x reader!! prof jeongin x prof reader!! word count: 5k
genre: fluff, humor and..
summary: it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.
an: I mean.. our maknae on top was always foine but seeing his instagram posts rn?? i cant help but to.. guys please read this!! this was too fun!!ps. im really sorry for being inactive! im not foine at all but im trying to be foine!!
Jeongin spotted a mosquito on your cheek as you were passionately explaining something. Without thinking, he raised his hand and—
“Pak!” The sound of the slap reverberated through the room as Jeongin’s palm connected with your face.
He blinked at his hand, confused. “Huh, it got away…” he muttered under his breath, completely ignoring the fact that you were now staring at him, clutching your stinging cheek in utter disbelief.
A thick, suffocating silence fell over the classroom. Every student had frozen mid-action, eyes wide, mouths open, not daring to breathe. Even Professor Yang, who had been explaining a diagram at the front, stood there with his pointer mid-air, looking as if someone had just dropped a bomb in the middle of his lecture.
You opened your mouth, then closed it, trying to piece together what just happened. Finally, through gritted teeth, you managed to stammer, "Why… did you slap me, Professor Y-Yang?"
A wave of shocked whispers exploded across the classroom.
“Oh my god, did Professor Yang just slap Professor (Y/N)?!”
“No way! That’s gonna be on the news for sure!”
“Do you think they’re secretly dating?!”
One girl gasped dramatically. “Did he dump her in front of everyone? OMG, is this a public breakup?”
Meanwhile, Jeongin stood there, his brain completely short-circuited. He had messed up. Badly.
Before he could open his mouth to explain, Principal Lee suddenly appeared, yanking Jeongin by the arm. "Professor Yang, we need to have a word. Now."
"W-Wait, I can explain—" Jeongin sputtered, but Principal Lee wasn’t having any of it and practically dragged him out of the room.
And just like that, you were left standing there, cheek still throbbing, while the rumor mill went into overdrive.
Later that evening, determined to clear the air, you stormed over to Jeongin’s house.
“JEONGIN!” you bellowed, bursting through his front door without even knocking. “Where are you?!”
A muffled, panicked voice came from somewhere in the house. “I-I’m not here!”
“You idiot, I can hear you!”
You found him crouched behind the sofa, wide-eyed and frantically searching for an escape. The moment he saw you, pure panic flashed across his face. Without missing a beat, he bolted for the window.
“OH NO YOU DON’T!” you screamed, lunging at him. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, you yanked him down before he could launch himself out the window like some kind of fugitive.
The next thing you knew, you were both on the floor, with you straddling him and furiously punching his chest. “HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME IN PUBLIC?!”
Jeongin held up his hands defensively. “There was a MOSQUITO on your face!” he yelped.
“A mosquito?! You expect me to believe that garbage?!”
“Yes! I swear! I saw it!” Jeongin insisted, trying to shield his head from your onslaught of punches. “I was trying to save you from getting bitten!”
You paused, fists mid-air, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “And do you know what everyone’s saying now?!” you demanded.
Jeongin gulped, shaking his head.
“They think you dumped me in public and that I’m OBSESSED with you!”
Jeongin winced. “W-Wait… What? Obsessed?! How did that even—"
Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the collar and shook him. “You RUINED my reputation!”
“I swear it was just a mosquito!” Jeongin whimpered.
Then, in a last-ditch effort to stop you, Jeongin did the most unexpected thing—he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, right there, on the lips.
The world came to a screeching halt.
Your fists dropped to your sides as your eyes widened. You blinked at him in shock, feeling your face heat up. Slowly, your hand came up to touch your lips. “O-Okay…” you stammered. “I-I believe you… about the mosquito, I guess.”
Jeongin let out a breath of relief, his face redder than a tomato. "Y-Yeah! That’s what I was trying to tell you!”
But then, reality hit you both at the same time.
You squinted at him. “Wait. What about the kiss? What was that?”
Jeongin’s mind went into overdrive. “Uh… uh… it was, um… to make you stop hitting me?”
“Oh,” you said softly, your voice suddenly tender. “Well, I’ll also accept your confession.”
“Wait, what?” Jeongin froze. “C-Confession?!”
You smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes. “You like me, don’t you?”
Jeongin’s soul left his body. “EH?!”
“Well, it’s about time! I like you too!” you announced triumphantly. “What took you so long to admit it, huh? You were probably hiding it because we’ve been friends for years, right?”
Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “Uh, I—”
You giggled, covering your face in embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, Jeongin! You can be my boyfriend now!”
Jeongin was in full panic mode. He didn’t like you like that! He had just kissed you out of desperation, not romance!
But now, standing in front of you, with your eyes sparkling and a grin on your face, he realized he was in way too deep to back out.
Well, guess I’m in this mess now, he thought miserably.
--
You couldn’t contain your excitement as you skipped down the halls of the university the next day, practically glowing. “Jeongin and I are dating!” you had blurted out to your colleagues the moment you walked in, unable to hold back the giddiness.
Word spread like wildfire. By lunchtime, practically every professor and student knew about your newfound “relationship” with Jeongin, and you were basking in all the attention. It wasn’t long before everyone started congratulating you—your students, your fellow professors, even Principal Lee.
Meanwhile, Jeongin? He was suffering.
“Congratulations, Professor Yang!” Professor Kim grinned, clapping Jeongin on the back so hard it almost knocked the air out of him. “It’s about time someone tied you down!”
“T-Thanks,” Jeongin managed to say, his smile so stiff you’d think it was glued on. His brain was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to survive the day without letting his entire soul implode from embarrassment.
“Ohhh, Professor Yang, I had no idea you were such a romantic!” cooed Professor Park, winking as she passed by. “First the slap, then the kiss! Very bold of you!”
Jeongin’s smile faltered as he tried to laugh it off. “Y-Yeah, bold… that’s me…”
You popped up beside him, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Jeongin! Can you believe it? Everyone’s so happy for us!”
Jeongin shot you a weak smile. “Yeah… ha… so happy.”
Principal Lee suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clapping Jeongin on the shoulder. “You sly dog! First you slap her in front of the whole class, and then this?! What a power move!”
Jeongin’s face was a shade of red not yet discovered by humans. “It’s not… I mean… well…”
You beamed at Principal Lee. “Right?! Isn’t he the sweetest? We’ve been neighbors for years, and I always knew there was something there!”
Jeongin felt his soul leave his body again as he gave Principal Lee yet another strained smile. “Yup… definitely… something…”
Principal Lee let out a hearty laugh. “You’ve made quite the impression, Professor Yang. Keep it up!”
As soon as the principal walked away, Jeongin turned to you, his face twisted in a mix of desperation and panic. “You… you told everyone?”
You nodded cheerfully. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I? This is the best thing that’s happened to me in ages!”
Jeongin wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But before he could say anything, a group of students walked by, whispering loudly.
“Did you hear? Professor Yang kissed Professor (Y/N) after slapping her in front of the whole class!”
“Yeah, I heard! Talk about a whirlwind romance!”
“I bet they’ve been secretly dating for years!”
Jeongin clenched his fists, trying to maintain the fake smile plastered on his face. This was getting way out of hand. He hadn’t even processed what was happening himself, and now the whole university was acting like they’d been following his fake love life like it was the hottest new K-drama.
You, on the other hand, were in your element, waving at everyone and basking in the attention. “Come on, Jeongin!” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. “Let’s go to lunch together. It’s our first official lunch date as a couple!”
Jeongin followed along helplessly, his heart sinking further with every passing second. “Lunch… date… great…”
As you both made your way to the cafeteria, you were all smiles and sunshine, happily chatting about how perfect everything was. Meanwhile, Jeongin stared blankly ahead, his mind going a million miles a minute.
How am I going to survive this? he thought miserably, his fake smile twitching as another professor gave him a teasing thumbs-up.
--
One week into this "relationship," Jeongin was still struggling to survive. The whole thing had snowballed out of control. The once small, laughable rumor had now solidified into a full-blown campus-wide "fact." Teachers, staff, and students alike were fully convinced that he and you were happily dating.
You, on the other hand, were living your best life. Your joy at the situation was contagious. Every time someone asked about the relationship, you gave them an enthusiastic update.
“Oh yeah, Jeongin and I went out for dinner the other night,” you casually mentioned in the teacher’s lounge one morning, and the other teachers lit up.
“Where did you go?” Professor Park asked, leaning in with interest.
“Just this little Italian place downtown. Jeongin insisted on treating me,” you said, smiling like a lovesick puppy. Of course, none of it actually happened, but it didn’t matter. Your storytelling skills had everyone hanging on your every word.
Meanwhile, Jeongin, sitting quietly at the corner of the lounge, pretended to sip his coffee while his life slowly unraveled before his eyes.
“Oh my god, Jeongin is such a gentleman!” someone whispered loudly, and the rest of the teachers nodded in agreement.
Jeongin internally screamed. Gentleman? Me? I just wanted to correct one misunderstanding, and now I’m the romantic lead in a drama I didn’t sign up for!
At school, things were no better. Jeongin couldn’t walk down the hallway without a student giving him an admiring look or a cheeky thumbs-up. Every day felt like a test of his endurance.
“Professor Yang, I heard you and Professor (Y/N) are like, relationship goals,” one student said as Jeongin walked into class. He froze, mid-step.
“Uh... thanks?” he managed to choke out.
Another student chimed in, “Yeah, my girlfriend and I look up to you guys. You’re the perfect example of true love!”
Jeongin felt his soul leave his body. True love? Are you kidding me? He forced a smile and shuffled to his desk, all while internally begging for some cosmic intervention to end his suffering.
--
After weeks of the messed up situation (for jeongin)..
Jeongin stood at the front of the class, his usual calm, professional demeanor in place. He was explaining the day’s lesson on statistics, but something was off. One of the students kept shifting in their seat, glancing nervously between him and their textbook. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, they raised their hand.
“Professor Yang…” the student began, their voice wavering slightly.
Jeongin paused, turning his attention to the student. “Yes? Do you have a question about the lesson?”
The student fidgeted. “Not exactly. It’s just… um… I really like Professor (Y/N). Like, a lot.”
Jeongin blinked, completely thrown off. The class fell into a hush, eyes wide, as they eagerly awaited his reaction. He felt his heart race, but somehow managed to keep his expression neutral.
Clearing his throat, Jeongin forced a smile. “Well… if you want a girlfriend like Professor (Y/N), you should focus on your studies. Get good grades, graduate, and maybe one day, someone just as amazing will come into your life.”
The student’s face flushed as the class erupted into giggles, and Jeongin awkwardly scratched the back of his head. This day can’t get any weirder, he thought to himself.
Later that afternoon, Jeongin found himself sitting across from you in the faculty cafeteria, trying to shake off the awkwardness of that confession. You, as usual, were happily digging into your lunch, oblivious to the chaos he’d dealt with.
Just as Jeongin was about to take a bite of his sandwich, you suddenly said, “I think we should break up for a while.”
Jeongin froze mid-bite, his eyes widening as he looked at you in shock. “W-What?”
You sighed, setting down your fork. “It’s just that… I think our ‘relationship’ is causing more harm than good. A lot of my students are heartbroken, you know?”
Jeongin blinked, still not processing what you were saying. “Heartbroken?”
“Yeah,” you continued, shrugging casually. “They all have a crush on you. Some of them have even stopped coming to my classes. It’s kind of a problem.”
Jeongin was stunned, staring at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “Wait… you’re saying we should ‘break up’ because our students are heartbroken that we’re together?”
You nodded, completely serious. “Exactly. I’ll fix it, and once things settle down, we can get back together. Simple, right?”
For a moment, Jeongin didn’t know what to say. He just sat there, dumbfounded. But then, slowly, he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. The absurdity of the situation was too much.
“Sure,” he said, trying to suppress the growing grin on his face. “I mean, yes. We should definitely, uh… fix our students first.”
You smiled back, completely missing the relief that was practically radiating off of Jeongin. “Great! Glad we’re on the same page.”
As you went back to eating your lunch, Jeongin sat there, still smiling to himself, feeling like he had just dodged the weirdest bullet of his life.
--
The news of your "breakup" spread faster than a wildfire during a heatwave. Within hours, whispers of your separation had reached every corner of the university. Students exchanged shocked glances, and staff members, who had once teased you both relentlessly, now approached with sympathetic smiles.
You sat in the faculty lounge, sipping on a cup of tea, when Professor Choi from the History department quietly slid into the seat next to you.
“I heard,” she said softly, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Jeongin. Breakups are never easy, especially when you still have to see each other every day.”
You nodded, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah… it’s been rough," you muttered, trying to look appropriately heartbroken.
Meanwhile, Jeongin was getting his own dose of sympathy. He sat at his desk, furiously typing up notes, when Principal Lee casually strolled over and leaned against the doorway.
“Yang,” the principal said in a low, solemn voice, “I know it’s tough right now, but… if you need to take some time off to, you know, process everything, just say the word. We all understand.”
Jeongin looked up, his face blank. “Time off?”
Principal Lee nodded, crossing his arms. “After the breakup… it can’t be easy to work with someone you still have feelings for.”
Jeongin blinked, finally registering what was happening. Oh right, the breakup. They think I’m upset…
Realizing he had to play along, Jeongin sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… it’s been hard.”
The principal clapped him on the shoulder. “Take care of yourself, Yang. Don’t hesitate to ask for support if you need it.”
As soon as Principal Lee left, Jeongin leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. This is getting ridiculous, he thought, but couldn’t help smiling. The sympathy and comfort he was receiving was nice, though it felt incredibly unnecessary.
During lunch, the two of you crossed paths in the hallway. You caught each other’s eye, and despite everything, Jeongin had to stifle a laugh. You both knew how ridiculous the situation had become, but there was no turning back now.
“Got a lot of support?” you asked with a grin.
Jeongin nodded, smirking. “More than I can handle. They think I’m a broken man.”
You laughed. “And yet here you are, looking completely unbothered.”
Jeongin shrugged, unable to hide the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “What can I say? I’m handling it really well.”
--
By the end of the week, the whole campus was buzzing with the “tragic” news of your breakup. You couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone giving you a sympathetic look or a pat on the shoulder, and Jeongin… well, he was practically swimming in support from all directions.
On Friday morning, as you arrived at your desk, you found a small gift bag with a note attached.
Stay strong, Professor (Y/N)! Heartbreak is tough, but you’re tougher! - Faculty Support Team
You shook your head, trying not to burst into laughter. Jeongin had just walked in, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear of being bombarded with more sympathetic words. But as fate would have it, Professor Lee from the Economics department appeared out of nowhere, placing a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder.
“Yang,” Professor Lee said in a voice heavy with emotion. “I just want to say… we’re all really proud of how strong you’ve been. You’ve handled this breakup with so much grace. It’s truly inspiring.”
Jeongin blinked, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Uh… thanks?”
“If you ever want to talk about it,” Professor Lee continued, “my door is always open. Sometimes, it helps to let it all out.”
Jeongin could barely suppress an eye roll but managed to keep his expression neutral. “I appreciate that.”
As soon as Professor Lee left, Jeongin plopped down in the chair next to yours, groaning. “I can’t take much more of this. It’s like everyone thinks I’m seconds away from a meltdown.”
You snorted. “They’re just being considerate. You are going through a ‘devastating’ breakup, remember?”
Jeongin sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but do they have to constantly remind me? I’ve been offered counseling, time off, and even baked goods—like, six times this week.”
You grinned. “That sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”
Jeongin shot you a playful glare. “Easy for you to say. You’re over here getting gift bags.”
The two of you shared a laugh, and for a moment, the whole ridiculous situation didn’t seem so bad. But then, as if the universe had a personal vendetta against Jeongin, Principal Lee strolled into the lounge, spotting you both at once.
“Ah, Professors!” Principal Lee said, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “It’s good to see you two… managing things so well.”
Jeongin internally groaned. Here we go again.
“I just wanted to say,” Principal Lee continued, his tone taking on a deep, meaningful note, “you’ve both handled this transition with such professionalism and maturity. I’m proud of how you’ve put your students first during this difficult time.”
You and Jeongin exchanged a glance, you gave a solemn nod. “Thank you, sir. We’re just trying to focus on what’s best for everyone.”
Principal Lee gave a final nod of approval before walking away, leaving the two of you.
Jeongin sighed deeply. “Professionalism. Maturity.”
You giggled. “Hey, at least no one’s asking if we’re getting back together yet.”
Jeongin rolled his eyes with a smile. “Give them time.”
--
After the news of your "breakup" spread, the campus vibe completely shifted. Students who once looked heartbroken at the sight of you and Jeongin together were now noticeably more cheerful. Some even started paying extra attention during Jeongin’s lectures, no longer distracted by their imaginary heartbreaks. The campus seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.
In particular, a few students had grown oddly enthusiastic about your newfound "single" status.
One day, during lunch break, you left the faculty room to grab a coffee.
Across the room, Jeongin was pretending to focus on his papers, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw an entire thing unfold. A tall student, clearly nervous but determined, had crept into the faculty room, glanced around cautiously, and then swiftly placed the milk on your desk before practically running out.
Jeongin raised an eyebrow. What the…?
As soon as the student was out of sight, curiosity got the better of him. He glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching, then stood up and made his way over to your desk. He leaned down, inspecting the little pink carton like it was evidence in a crime scene.
Strawberry milk? Really?
Jeongin shook his head, slightly amused. He knew exactly what was happening—some student had a crush on you, and now that the breakup rumors were out there, they were shooting their shot.
Jeongin leaned against your desk, arms crossed, staring at the milk with an expression that could only be described as a mix of disbelief and mild irritation.
First they’re heartbroken, and now they’re trying to make a move? he thought, a small smirk playing on his lips. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or… annoyed.
Just then, you walked back into the room, catching sight of Jeongin standing near your desk with a carton of strawberry milk in his hand.
“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
Jeongin looked up, trying to act nonchalant as he pointed to the milk. “You’ve got an admirer, it seems.”
You blinked in surprise. “What?”
He handed you the milk, still smirking. “Found this on your desk. Some student dropped it off, probably hoping to win your heart with sweet drinks.”
You stared at the carton, then back at Jeongin, trying to process what he was saying. “A student… gave me strawberry milk?”
Jeongin nodded, leaning in slightly. “And not just any student. That tall one from your class—the one who always sits in the back and pretends he’s not staring at you the whole time.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Well, at least it’s not another breakup sympathy gift.”
Jeongin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, but now you’ve got students lining up to be your rebound.”
You playfully swatted his arm. “Oh, shut up.”
But as you sat down, opening the milk and taking a sip, Jeongin couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. He didn’t like you romantically—that much he knew. But seeing other people making moves on you… it felt odd. Not bad exactly, just… odd.
Still, he shrugged it off, returning to his desk with a final glance at you sipping the strawberry milk.
Well, at least she seems to be enjoying it, he thought, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.
Over the next few days, you noticed more of those small gestures—the occasional extra pen left on your desk, little notes with doodles, and once, someone even left a small bouquet of sunflower. The attention from your students, though sweet, was starting to get a bit overwhelming. Meanwhile, Jeongin was secretly keeping track of every “gift” like a personal tally, finding it both amusing and somewhat annoying.
But today, Jeongin found himself in a particularly bad mood. He wouldn’t admit it, but every time he saw one of your students sneaking something onto your desk, it grated at him more than usual. And the last straw came when you received yet another carton of strawberry milk.
This time, Jeongin was teaching in the adjacent classroom when he noticed the same tall student from before standing outside the faculty room, peeking in to make sure no one saw him. The moment the coast was clear, the student dashed inside and left another carton on your desk, sneaking away as fast as he came.
Jeongin frowned. Again with the strawberry milk? Is this guy serious?
Later, as you entered the room after class, Jeongin was already standing there, staring at the carton as if it had personally offended him.
“Uh… are you collecting these now?” you teased, walking toward your desk.
Jeongin held up the milk with a bemused expression. “Don’t you think it’s weird that this guy keeps giving you strawberry milk? I mean, come on, he’s got no creativity.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re jealous of a carton of milk now?”
Jeongin blinked. “W-What? No! I just think it’s… repetitive,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.
You laughed and took the milk from his hand, giving him a light-hearted smile. “I think it’s kind of sweet. You know, harmless.”
Jeongin snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Sweet, huh? Well, maybe he should try actually talking to you instead of leaving mystery drinks on your desk.”
You were about to respond when suddenly, the tall student walked past the door, clearly not expecting to see Jeongin still standing there. He froze, eyes wide as he saw Jeongin holding the milk, his face turning beet red.
“Oh—uh, hi, Professor Yang!” the student stammered, nervously fidgeting.
Jeongin’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile remained in place—though it definitely didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, it’s you again. What’s this, another gift for Professor (Y/N)? You know, if you want a girlfriend like her, you should focus on your studies first. Maybe graduate, too, before you start handing out milk.”
The student’s face turned even redder, and he gave a quick nod before practically running away.
You gave Jeongin a look. “Did you just… scare him off?”
Jeongin shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m just encouraging academic focus. That’s my job.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, laughing softly as you sat down. “You’re impossible.”
--
One afternoon, as you stood outside the faculty room, you were approached by the father of one of your students. He looked a little troubled, so you smiled warmly and asked how you could help.
"Ah, Professor (Y/N), I just wanted to talk to you about my son's performance in class," the father started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He's been struggling lately, and I think it's because of some issues at home…"
You listened attentively, nodding as he explained the situation. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin had just come out of his own classroom and saw you in conversation with the man. Out of habit, Jeongin walked over, stopping beside you. He crossed his arms and subtly observed the situation, his expression calm but his gaze sharp.
The conversation with the student's father went on for a few minutes, mostly focused on academics. But then, out of nowhere, the man smiled a little too warmly and said, "You know, Professor (Y/N), I really appreciate how much you care about the students. Maybe I could get your number so I can reach you if there’s anything else about my son I need to discuss?"
Before you could respond, Jeongin stepped forward. “Actually, I’m Professor Yang, her colleague,” he interjected smoothly, a polite but firm smile on his face. “You can contact me directly if there’s anything you need to discuss about your son’s progress. I’ll make sure the message reaches Professor (Y/N).”
The father looked a little taken aback by Jeongin’s sudden presence but nodded slowly, glancing between the two of you. “Oh, I see. Well, thank you, Professor Yang.” He accepted the number Jeongin offered, then awkwardly excused himself.
Once he was gone, you turned to Jeongin, your arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
Jeongin rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I did.”
You chuckled, nudging him lightly. “What, were you jealous of a parent now? I mean, come on, he was just asking for my number.”
Jeongin’s jaw clenched slightly, and you could see the faintest flush on his cheeks. “Jealous? No. I’m just being cautious. That guy… something felt off.”
You chuckled, giving him a light nudge. “Sure, sure. You’re totally not jealous.”
Jeongin stayed silent for a moment before turning to face you fully. His expression was serious now, his usual playfulness gone. “Look, I’m kind of tired of this… seeing things like that happening.”
You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”
Jeongin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before blurting out, “You should just get back together with me already.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, completely caught off guard. “Wait, what?”
He looked at you, dead serious now. “Yeah. I’m tired of pretending. All this break-up stuff and guys sneaking around leaving you milk—it’s driving me crazy. So, let’s just stop playing games and get back together.”
You stared at him for a moment, trying to process his sudden confession. Then, a teasing grin spread across your face. “Wow, Jeongin… I didn’t know you were this in love with me. You’re really losing it, huh?”
Jeongin rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”
You laughed and leaned in closer. “Alright, fine. We’ll get back together… but,” you paused for effect, “let’s keep it a secret relationship. You know, for the thrill of it.”
Jeongin raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused by the suggestion. “No.”
You blinked. “No? Why not?”
He crossed his arms, standing firm. “If we’re getting back together, I’m letting everyone know. I’m not hiding it.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement. You raised an eyebrow. “Wow… you’re really serious.”
Jeongin nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah. I am.”
News spread like wildfire—no, like how Lightning McQueen drives! In no time, whispers of “Professor Yang and (Y/N) are back together!” buzzed through the halls.
And this time, Jeongin wasn’t just accepting congratulations; he was practically beaming! With a newfound confidence, he grinned as faculty members and students approached him, slapping him on the back and congratulating him on “landing the best professor in the university.”
“You’re a lucky guy, Professor!” one student chirped during class, his eyes wide with admiration. “I hope I can get a girlfriend like her someday!”
Jeongin smirked, leaning back in his chair. “If you want someone like me, you better ace my quizzes!” He paused, his smile growing mischievous. “Alright, everyone, grab a piece of paper! Surprise quiz time!”
Later, while you were teaching your class, a girl shyly raised her hand. “What’s it like being Jeongin’s girlfriend?!” She squealed, and the rest of the class leaned in, practically vibrating with excitement.
You couldn’t help but laugh, loving the attention. “Well, let me tell you, it’s like having a baby dinosaur in your life!” You grinned as they squealed, hanging on your every word. “He’s really sweet, but also super clumsy. When we were kids, he once tripped over his shoelaces while trying to impress me with a magic trick. Spoiler: the magic trick failed, but it was pretty funny.”
The students were wide-eyed, hanging on to your every word, as you shared more stories about Jeongin and his antics growing up. Laughter filled the room as you recounted tales of his childhood mishaps, and you could see how much they adored the idea of their professors being so relatable and real.
"Now can someone answer my question, just like his magic trick.. why rubbing a plastic pen through your hair pick up little bits of paper in science?" you smirked
After all the chaos of rumors, misunderstandings, and awkward moments, it felt good to share those light-hearted memories with them. You glanced over at Jeongin, who was peeking into your classroom with a playful grin, and your heart swelled with happiness.
As the day wound down, you couldn’t help but think: After all the mess and everything, life is good. You had your friends, your job, and most importantly, you had Jeongin—your partner in crime and your forever accomplice in laughter.
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an: thank you for reading. a heart, reblog, and comment is very much appreciated
(randomly mentioning some jeongin stans. thankyou)
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"something about you" ellie × reader
Reader entering a convenience store and falling in love with cashier Ellie.
a/n: Hello again everyone!!! i know it's been a long time since i first posted this fanfic and I'm so sorry for that :( honestly i wasn't expecting all those likes and all 😭😭😭 thank you so much for receiving my work so well!!! I'll organize everything better later bc I'm so tired rn
c/w: i don't know??? maybe low self steem stuff, anxiety knocking reader's door, still a fluff fanfic!!! notproofread (im not wearing my glasses pls) + english is not my first language but feel free to correct me!!! just enjoy it pookies ;))
chapter two ♡
Waking up that morning was just as light as a feather, a slight and good anxiety running through your veins and flesh, boosting your body to jump out of bed and start your day. Good appearance was what you've chosen for the day, wondering even if you should brush your teeth twice before leaving home and head to your mission of the day, get the auburn hair cashier's name or something you could have to be close to her, just the thought of that was enough for a smile from ear to ear to bloom on your face.
Backpack around your shoulders as you left your place and walked with excited silly steps to the convenience store where your heart raced almost passionately. Across the street, you could watch an unknown and masculine figure organizing cardboard boxes in the store facade, scrunching your face and fixing your dirty glasses — the ones you forgot cleaning after saying you'd clean the following day —, you could tell the man had already grey hair and wrinkled face, but he still managed to have a good appearance.
Taking a deep breath and crossing the street, you wondered if it really was a good idea, anxious thoughts wrecking you once again, frowning as you realize your body stading in front of the store for long five minutes. Your breath stuck in your throat, her figure from afar and those beautiful physical traits were carefully perceived by your curious eyes.
Too distracted to even notice the environment around you, a gentle palm rested on your tense shoulder, causing you to jump in response. The same man you eyed before, he smiled at you as his hands brushed his leather coat before speaking.
"Sorry if I scared you." His voice was deep yet caring for you, a faint smile could be seen.
"No, it's fine! I was just... distracted." You spoke up kindly, your hands sweating as your fingers fidgeted to relieve your anxiety. "Sorry for asking, but do you work here?" Was the best you could speak, and the only response you got was a cracked chuckle.
"Guess what, it's a funny part." He said as his long feet stepped a way from you, signing for you to follow him as well. You tilt your head to the side, wondering if you were about to be kidnaped or something, but you follow his path calmly. You stood next to him as his hand raised and pointed to the storefront sign.
"Joel's" you whispered as your eyes scrunched in an attempt to read clearly despite the bright sun making your eyes sting, you could read properly the store's name after having only an blurred image of the sign in your subconscious.
You looked at him, waiting for something, but his smile only grew more. "Guess what my name is." He finally said.
You blinked a few times, guiding your eyes to look around before responding, "Joel?" You sounded unsure. The answer was obvious, but you couldn't believe he'd be so predictable.
He burst in laugh after that, you could just give him a smile back nervously, he was acting like it was the funniest thing ever, you felt guilty for not laughing and looked to the sign again, faking a chuckle as you avoided looking at him.
"Everyone find it funny." He said as his finger brushed his eyelids, wiping away a tear that was about to run down the corner of his eye. You covered your mouth, thinking what just happened.
Your hand followed to the back of your neck, scratching lightly. "Yeah, it's really funny..." you said uncertainly, your words falling falsely from your lips.
"Um, I have... to go, so..." You stuttered as you walked away slowly.
"No problem, dear." He waved gently. You really wanted to find that funny but, god. "We have some products on sale, check them out!
You smiled once again before turning back him and heading to the local market.
As you entered the place, your figure walked to a random section, it was just some snacks in. Your eyes scanned some of them, a sound of the rubber sole of a sneaker sliding across the floor close to you.
"I saw that." The familiar husky voice tone made your body shiver,
Your body turned to face the figure in front of you quickly enough to have a spasm when you met those intense and tired green eyes observing your facial features.
"What?" Your eyes widened.
"You and Joel." she said with a lazy smirk, her arms crossed and her weight shifting to her left leg. "The storefront sign thing." Her eyes looked away, her side profile holding you in a trance. The daylight highlighted her pale skin and the freckles that ran all over her face.
You could swear you've seen a smile on her dry lips. "You were just another victim." She sounded happy, even though her tone of voice made it hard to discern her emotions.
"I wasn't a victim, I just went with the flow." A soft answer, hands touching the shelves to spare all the energy on your nerves, eyes looking at a blind spot behind the auburn girl. A deep breath before finally speaking again.
"Do you also have a different way to present yourself?" You could feel a drop of sweat forming on your scalp. "Like, just as creatively as Joel?"
The girl right before you bit her lip, peeling the dry skin as her eyes were locked on her old black converse.
"No, I'm just ordinary. No signs with my name." She smiled at you. Your heart skipped a beat when her eyes met yours.
"I'm Ellie."
Your smile bloomed sweetly, "cute." You thought
Ellie smiled softly when you told her your name as well, crossing her arms against her chest, her arm tattoo plainly visible. The ink was a bit faded, so you deduced it had been tattooed a long time ago. You couldn't keep the conversation going for more than that. The best you could do was pick a random snack you didn't even like and pay for it, only to see Ellie smiling at you as she handed you your shopping bag.
You kept this way for the rest of the week, waking up earlier, going to Joel's and choosing some product only to see her face and have an ordinary short talk, repeat the last steps after your classes. "Am I being too weird?" You thought with yourself after leaving the local market once again.
Ellie seemed to not care, at least. Maybe she just doesn't care. You should save your money and stop being stupid.
But you couldn't. You pressed your lips tightly as you entered the convenience store after your classes, the guilt making your shoulders heavy and tense. Walking silently through the sections that you had already memorized every product of each one of them, chewing your inner cheek, trying to think straight and stop yourself, you began to feel... sad.
It couldn't be a wasted time walking more than the usual way you took. Shrugging off your thoughts, you grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the checkout counter for the last time, you've promised to yourself. Your eyes avoided Ellie as you watched her take the bottle and scan it.
"You good?"
She was the one to speak first, her fingers lightly caressing her eye bags, her eyes fixed on you. It was as if everything had just stopped around you; you couldn't listen to a single word. Her lips were moving, but you couldn't understand a thing. Your mind went blank. You could only shake your head slowly, blinking in an attempt to wake yourself up from that trance.
"Um?" You hummed, your mouth went dry.
And she... laughed?
"What?" You asked again, your eyes laid on the chunky notebook next to the cash register before returning to Ellie.
"I asked if you're fine." She muttered, handing you the plastic bag. "You look disoriented today. Just worried."
At least you know she doesn't hate you, you let out a sigh in relief.
"Ah, I see..." You swallowed, holding the plastic bag and feeling the tip of her fingers brushing lightly against yours. "Maybe I am."
You squeezed the bag slightly, letting your palm feel the cold water drops sweating the plastic.
"I hope you figure it out." Her voice was soft. Your lips formed a thin smile. Her tone sounded just as sincere. You didn't know much about Ellie, and she was in the same boat as you. She couldn't push boundaries either, and she still could understand your odd behavior even if it wasn't her business. A safe distance.
"Don't need to pay for it, by the way." She rested her left hand on the back of her neck, massaging the area.
"What? But i want to." You answered.
"No, you don't." You frowned as she turned her back to you and began to look for something in her old backpack, a spaceship pin decorating the blue fabric. "Consider it as a gift, will you?"
You couldn't hold your tongue much longer. "Why is that?"
She didn't answer you immediately, Ellie spent some seconds in silence.
"You know, you're a frequent customer and polite... I mean, I just think some good action would make your night better." She sounded nonchalant, but you could hear a "Man..."
"I don't know, I'm not the best at cheering people up. Sorry." She spoke again before turning back to you. "Here, for you."
A dinosaur sticker pad, in the same art style as the others you'd seen around the store, the same as the one on the cover of her notebook. One sticker pad with four dinosaur stickers on it.
Your smile was sincere and bright as a sunshine, tilting your head to the side, you admired the art style and Ellie's cute actions.
"This is the best I can do... for now." Her hands rested on her hips. She was wearing old, faded, skinny jeans and her uniform shirt. Her teeth peeled the dry skin of her lips.
"It's perfect, thank you." Your smile didn't fade away.
It wasn't a kid sticking dinosaur images after all; it was just Ellie. The auburn-haired girl, the one with an intimidating posture and such an intense gaze, with those beautiful green eyes that could make your knees weak. She was just someone trying to cheer up a frequent customer, wasn't she?
Your eyes fixed on her freckles, overthinking again. Wondering if you should postpone asking for her number. You couldn't screw that up.
"Ellie?" You called her name, feeling your body shiver just by saying her name. Your skin felt warm as her eyes met yours again, those green orbs focusing solely on you.
Were you seeing things? Or Ellie seemed... interested in what you had to say? No, not at all.
"Um?" Her eyebrows rose slightly, a relaxed expression on her face. She seemed tired, just like the last day, but not uninterested.
"I..." You laughed nervously, already regreting the other words you were holding in your throat. Nails scracthing the back of your neck as you looked around, "I don't know if I should say this." A nervous smile made Ellie tilt her head to the side, the poorly tied bun left some strands of hair coming out.
"Why? Is there something off?" She asked as her gaze frowned.
Your fingers caressed the sticker pad. "It's just that... I wish I had more knowledge about dinosaurs." It was true, indeed. You would learn everything just to talk to her. You looked at her again, her head lowered, her sneaker sole playing with the floor.
Your tired eyes landed on her figure. You weren't really expecting an answer. You had just thought aloud, and you were okay with that. You were okay with her silence, the lack of dialogue between you. The silence was friendly. It felt good.
"I can teach you." She almost whispered; she wasn't looking at you, but you were noticing every detail of her body language. "If you're okay with that, of course."
You were both blushing, your heart beating so fast you were almost sure you would pass out. Your blood rushed to your feet, preparing you to run. But you didn't want to; anxiety is so dumb.
"This is so stupid. I don't even know why I said that. Sorry." She brushed her palm over her face. You frowned lightly, concerned.
"No! It's fine, I'd love that, honestly." You waved to her, "I just..." You bit your inner cheek, heart beating faster.
"I wanna talk to you more. If you're okay with that too."
Ellie smiled at you, a thin smile to you as her eyes seemed to smile as well. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach. Ellie was something you had never experienced before.
"Can I get your number?" she stuttered.
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hii, can I request something based on this
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSL1YNSCU/?t=1
the reader is just mindlessly scrolling on her phone, and ellie is just a being little shit and annoying the reader cause she needs some ATTENTION ASAP !!!
it starts out as ellie peppers the reader with kisses innocently, and they accidentally (not rlly an accidentally 😭) ended up in bed cuddling while naked 🙈
anon this tiktok couple drives me insane im so jealous theyre so cute i literally think about blocking them sometimes. the highway looking like a real good sleeping space rn!
warning: nsfw+fluff. THIS CAME OUT. NOT THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO. THERES NO CUDDLING BECAUSE I LOST MY MIND WRITING THIS AND ELLIE IS KIND OF MEAN AT THE END :( IM SO SORRY NONNIE 🤍
this ones gotta be an actual hammer. theres no way in hell they could make a cake this accura-
fuck. how is everything fucking cake? if these yellow crocs arent actual wearable shoes, you were going to sue tiktok user 0087fakeorcake.
scroll
ugh, a slime video. your favorite. this one’s crunchy, too. and the color? a deep hypnotizing purple. it looked like a galaxy, far far away. you just went cross eyed.
“babe” ellies voice echoed through your shared apartment. a new one at that. the smell of fresh paint, new wooden furniture, and a pinch of familiarity. ellies punctured sock was laying on the floor like a modern piece of artwork at a funky museum, but were gonna ignore that for a second.
scroll
ooh! a kitten looking dapper with a bow tie! double tap.
“babe” she said, slightly raising the tone of her voice.
not now, ellie! you were just about to watch a target haul.
a small huff escaped her lips. how was she now jealous of an actual piece of metal squeezed between your hands. if you didnt look so cute concentrated, eyebrows furrowed while trying to read a conspiracy theory about the moon landing, she would have probably snatched your phone off of your hands by now.
she got slightly closer, and positioned herself between your legs. you didnt even acknowledge your sweet girl, too bothered reading stupid tiktok comments on a prank video.
“HAH!” you giggled, slightly sliding off the cream colored couch.
“you have to see this one, el” you exclaimed, voice filled with anticipation.
ellie hummed in response, and sat on the couch near you, manspreading as usual, slightly pushing you to the opposite direction with the spread of her knees. ellie didnt even want to see. she needed your attention now, or else shed die. quite literally die. a fish out of water.
she sighed dramatically, side eyeing you. if ellies facial expression had a name, it would be “notice me! notice me!!! im your dramatic girlfriend and you havent given me a kiss on the cheek for over 2 hours and i feel sick!!!”
“i dont wanna see” she said dryly, voice slightly raspy from the spliff she had smoked 10 minutes near the open window - “creep” by radiohead playing in her headphones. sometimes, ellie couldn't help but despise how deeply music affected her. she would get lost in the lyrics, immersing herself in the melancholic tones of the guitar. in moments like these, she felt as if she were the protagonist in a radiohead music video— broody, hunched, and consumed by a cloud of introspection.
you shoved the phone in her face, your eyes glued to the screen.
the title of the video flickered on the screen. “this is how dinosaurs sounded like… 🦕 part 1 💯”
the room was suddenly filled with the jarring sounds of screeching and growls. despite the cacophony, you smiled dumbly, looking forward to her reaction. i mean, its fucking dinosaurs.
“nice” ellie remarked in her trademark dry tone, laced with a hint of sarcasm.
that was so fucking cool, she thought. “can you show me the second part?” “actually, triceratops probably didnt roar like that… theyd make more cooing like sounds, y’know?” is what ellie would have said, if she weren’t so lost in her dramatic performance of her tony award winning play - “my gf is ignoring me therefore i must die immediately.”
“youre annoying” you said, ts’king and reverting your gaze back to the screen. you pressed save on the video. you knew her so well.
“m’not” she said, sighing dramatically. “you are.”
“fine” you mumbled under your breath. then, your attention quickly shifted. ooh! baby goats! you smiled brightly at the screen.
ellie stared at you. when she saw your stupid smile, she couldnt help but soften her gaze. why did you have to be so fucking cute, all hypnotized and shit. “youre so annoying” she whispered, and planted a small kiss on your cheek.
you couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of her plump lips against your skin. you were kind of over the doom scrolling now, but fuck- if seeing your girlfriend try to win your attention didn't seem tempting. you pressed "like".
she kissed your cheek again, small huffs of breath leaving her mouth as her lips met your skin. “annoying” she hummed playfully, and planted more delicate kisses all over your cheeks. her hand intertwined with yours, and she kissed it as well.
“mmhm” kiss. it tickled. “so” kiss. that one was wet. “annoying” kiss. her tongue was peaking out of her mouth. “and” kiss. her hand was on your thigh. “lame” kiss. that one was on your neck.
you attempted to stifle your smile, fighting the urge to toss the phone aside in a moment of playful frustration. however, your efforts were in vain as a giggle escaped your lips, unable to contain yourself.
“got your attention now?” she said smugly, continuously planting small kisses on your neck. although your eyes were still glues to the screen, ellie knew she won. so, so predictable.
“no.. theres- this… video now” you said, stuttering slightly. what video? god knows.
“yeah…” she murmured, her voice husky and brimming with satisfaction. “m’sure youre watching” she kissed your ear, making you let out a small whimper. “has to be a good one, got you all giddy like that” so smug.
suddenly, she ended the cascade of kisses, and pulled away. you pouted. “should i turn the AC on? you look kinda hot” yeah, she knew you were flustered now. funny, she thought. after all this time together, you still couldn’t help but flush whenever she got near.
“m’fine” you murmured. you were not.
“no i think…” she straddled you, her voice now a seductive whisper in your ear. “you feel really hot” she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “sure you dont have a fever?” she teased. “poor thing”
“no…” you giggled nervously, still scrolling, ignoring every single video on your feed. you were literally just moving your finger now, for no purpose at all. ellie chuckled.
“think we need to get this off of you” she suggested, her hand gradually inching up under your shirt, lightly tracing circles on your stomach.
“dont want you to get a heat stroke” she teased. her skillful hand gradually removing the fabric from your warm body. it tangled with your phone. ellie couldnt help but let out a small laugh.
she couldve taken the phone off your hand and you wouldnt have resisted. but this… was so, so much more fun.
her hungry eyes roamed over the sight of your exposed bra, appreciating the beauty before her. with a gentle touch, she cupped your breasts, a soft grunt escaping her lips. "oof, babe... tits feel kinda hot too," she whispered into your ear, her warm breath sending tingles down your spine.
you couldn't help but giggle in between short, desperate breaths. “yeah?" you teased, still scrolling through another video on your phone, purposely avoiding eye contact with the girl straddling you.
"mhmm," she hummed approvingly, unclasping your bra. as the cold air brushed against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, she couldn't help but feel a wave of hunger wash over her. the sight before her made her mouth nearly water, and yet, you remained engrossed in that damn phone.
ellie was pissed. she let out a small, frustrated whimper. she wasnt going to touch you until you threw that phone across the room. ball was in your court.
she crawled off of you. she planned on giving you a damn show. “m’kinda hot now too…” she murmured, feigning discomfort. “fuck- this apartment is like, scorching hot.” it was mid-december. the new apartment was… morgue-like cold sometimes.
she threw her shirt off to the back of the room.
your phone was invisible to you now. her toned stomach, muscled arms came into full view, leaving you breathless. fuck, she really was a fucking sight.
her eyes flickered over to you, a self-assured, cocky glint dancing within them. she let out a huff, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. she had you right where she wanted you.
“didnt you have a video you needed to watch…?” she teased. “looked super important” she continued, smirking. you didnt respond, almost hypnotized by the sight in front of you. ugh, ellie.
“dont look at me, look at the screen” she playfully teased once more. her voice carried a hint of seductive taunting. as if to further entice you, she flexed her muscles, the tantalizing display meant to captivate your gaze. she was a master of the tease, and she knew exactly how to make your attention sway in her direction.
she crawled back to you. “go look at your dumb vlogs” she whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. your eyes rolled back in response to her words. "keep going," she commanded with a smirk, claiming your compliance. as a final tease, she planted a tantalizing kiss on your neck, sucking the skin. she made sure you felt her wet tongue, felt what you were missing. your breaths were becoming raggedy now.
ellie continued her crawl, moving further down your body. “just like that” she murmured when you bucked your hips forward. her needy, needy girl. her fingers skillfully unbuttoned your jeans, swiftly removing them along with your panties in one smooth motion. the cool air caressed your bare skin, causing you to flinch.
a small whimper escaped your lips.
“what…?” she cooed, planting soft, wet kisses on your exposed thighs, looking at you with a hungry gaze.
did you really think she was going to give it to you, after youve ignored her for so fucking long? ellie rolled her eyes, and broke the string of kisses. you stared at her, and fuck, she couldnt have looked more cocky.
she got on her knees, not breaking eye contact. she looked so fucking mean.
“no” she exclaimed, as if she could read your mind. she knew exactly what you wanted.
she took off her boxers in one swift motion and threw them.
at your face.
“get that fucking phone to fuck you.”
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EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE PHIGHTING APRIL FOOLS TOWER AS OF NOW, THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS MORE INFO IS DISCOVERED OR MORE THEORIES ARE MADE.
ok info about whats theorized to be medkits nightmare GO
Title of game : . (its a period)
Icon is the same as base game, background is the default one
The music playing is just overtime slowed down by a lot
1. MAP
You spawn on a road with sidewalks that have candles, you have a lantern in your inventory.
As you walk you will occasionally see an exit sign.
Halfway, pillars stretch up from the ground, most are normal but some are shaped like hands that reach to the sky. On top of the hands are weird figures with glowing green eyes and horns that look like something from the flaming horns series?
(thats the closest thing i could find,,,)
At the end of the road is the default Happy Home, though with minor modifications. An exit sign is right at the stairs and pointing at the door. Tube tvs are inside the home, a giant one at the middle against the wall with two stacks of tvs in the corners. The left side has one tv off, while the others are full of red static. They don't do anything when interacted with.
Note: This sorta resembles the thumbnail for scythe's teaser.
They also look like the TVs in broker's secret room (i reached the image limit so cant show ough)
Outside to the left and on top of the house are the same weird green eyed figures.
2. DIALOGUE
There are many figures running around saying various phrases,
phrases that ive seen:
"Help!"
"you traitor"
"do something"
"be useful"
"please help me"
"Useless support"
"Help me!"
"help"
"please just heal me"
"Please heal me"
"How's your eye?" (Idk if this is random dialogue or subspace dialogue)
Though, some of these figures are saying things from medkit ally dialogue.
Ingame dialogue phrases:
"Do I really want to work with a rebel on my team?" - Banhammer
"Hey!! Great seeing you!!" - Subspace
"How's that eye doing??" - Subspace
3. THE OVERSEER NEXTBOT OR SOMETHING IDK
You are chased by an overseer eye, it can't be stopped permanently. Though, it can be halted by positioning yourself in the right area, however, it has good pathing and can jump extremely high, so you can't hide from it.
Getting caught by it results in an image showing up on the screen, this rewards you a badge the first time you see it.
Random note: the eye is weirdly clean? im not sure if its medkit's eye or not since I remember soda saying that subspace just threw the eye away,, (not sure if this is still canon)
After this you get kicked from the game with the message "You must kill him to become him."
The interesting thing is that this is the description of the overseer eye cosmetic.
This probably means something like "you must kill overseer to become him" or something but what does that mean who is killing overseer huh what
↑ ok theories have been made (thank u discord user ankles0560 for the medkit part)
The one killing him might be either medkit or katana.
KATANA : there is dialogue between katana and ban hammer
Ban Hammer: "You can't get involved with the business of the dudes higher up." Katana: "And who will stop me?"
↑ I will expand on this later but im eepy rn help
MEDKIT : ok the whole thing is about Medkit so the kick message is probably the overseer eye talking to Medkit,,
Soda has said that if Katana knew more about Medkit, he would kill him. This could mean multiple things but very interesting hm
Another interesting thing is the jumpscare noise, it is a jumpscare noise used in old games.
The interesting part is what it is, the noise is actually the sound of the subspace tripmine slowed down, whether this was just coincidence or because of the subspace thing is unknown, it might even be both?
EXTRA . CHURCH OF THE TRUE EYE INFO
Not really related to the tower but just what we know about the cult
A religious group within lost temple, not everybody from lost temple is a member of it.
It is mentioned in Medkit's phone dialogue.
Every member of the cult is missing an eye.
Soda has mentioned that the reason why Sword's eye isn't missing is because he wasn't born in lost temple.
CORRECTION: Sword was born in lost temple, but wasn't raised in it. The point still stands that this is the reason why he hasn't lost an eye.
Based on dialogue between medkit and banhammer, it has been around for a while now. (THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME)
It is unknown what the goals or structure of the cult are currently.
They have a uniform, Medkit, Scythe, and Broker share the motif of outfits of mostly teal.
Scythe calls Vine Staff "blessed" in her dialogue with her, this is related to the cult somehow since in the same conversation Vine says "No! You and your creepy family can buzz off!"
^ According to broker, her curse is rare but she isn't the first one to have it.
They call themselves a family, and call Overseer their Father.
Overseer info:
There is barely any, but this is what we know.
They are referred to as a leader, it is unknown whether they are the faction leader or just the cult leader.
Scythe refers to him as a deity, whether they truly are one, manipulated the cult into believing they are, or the cult simply calls him a deity is unknown.
An alternative is that she isn't talking about overseer here at all, though if that is so we don't know if she's talking about a sfoth deity or a different one. ← if it is a sfoth deity, it is most likely to be darkheart or venomshank (or maybe even ghostwalker? idk)
btw soda said this. soda wdym
Feel free to add more info or things i missed/got wrong in reblogs or comments!!
pls do say more info if you have it im making this based on what the guys im theorizing with are saying i didnt have time to do more than 1 playthrough
#lynqueylink.txt :3#phighting!#roblox phighting#medkit phighting#scythe phighting#broker phighting#lost temple#phighting april fools#ask to tag ig?#overseer phighting#most of this info i got from the guy im theorizing with who played it like 6 times and took notes#subspace phighting#vine staff phighting
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I need Miguel as a boxer rn. Like imagine him being in the ring and you see ur name tattooed on the back of his neck like from SouthPaw, and he looks over at you with that stupid smirk before absolutely K.Oing the shit out of his opponent. And then with the adrenaline still rushing though his veins, he has a whole make out session in the warm up/locker room with you, talking bout some “you like seeing me up there don’t you, seeing me get dirty like that.. I can see the way you stare… mhm.” HIS VOICE IS A LITTLE SHAKY AS HE CHUCKLES AND KISSES AND TOUCHES AND **** WITH HIS *****. IM CLENCHING MY TOES AT THESE THOUGHTS.
absolutely screamingggg at this.
him knowing that you’re watching him would only fuels his punches. like he’d be slamming the guy. fr poor guy getting beaten to a bloody pulp. and after when everyone had begun to disperse you felt a hand wrap around your arm or shirt, tugging you somewhere far more secluded and actually off limits to those who aren’t boxing. but he wouldn’t care, just bringing you closer as you stare at him wide eyed.
his hands would eagerly move to your waist and up under you shirt. “pretty thing like you probably shouldn’t be here.” it would be a normal thing between you two. miguel’s said that it’s no place for someone so fragile as you. even if you try to deny so. “shh…that’s alright…” he’d be saying, pushing you up against a wall as he’d begun to place sloppy kisses all over your neck. “your my pretty fragile thing aren’t you?…yeah…so sweet in letting me wind down by letting me taste your skin…so sweet of you…”
he’d said you probably shouldn’t come back. but you always do, heart beating a mile a minute. miguel knows that you will come back every time, his hand now moving to spread your legs around his waist as he hoists you up. “you know…you get me a little distracted sometimes…sitting on the side line, looking all pretty f’me…it’s f’me right?” you’d shakily nod, as he’d slightly grind into your soaked pussy, now capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “such a pretty thing…” he’d mutter, feverishly kissing you harder, claws inbedded into your thighs as small whines escape you.
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Drunken in Love // Zoro x Reader PT. 1
❥note ;; IDK WHY im in a zoro frenzy rn.
❥summary/tw ;; You happen to wake up one night unable to sleep. Deciding to go get a drink, but finding Zoro already beat you too it. The two of you talk over a shared bottle and realize you have more in common then you think. // Cursing, proofread
You stirred in your bed. That awfully felt uncomfortable asfuck. You sit up and groan. “Why is everything so uncomfortable!”
The crew had just gotten out of a big fight so you figured you sleep like a baby tonight. But you were wrong!
“Maybe a drink will help.” You sigh and pull up your sleepwear. Jumping out of bed and making way towards the kitchen. The air was cool, enough to make you shiver.
You reach the kitchen and open the door. Quietly enough to not make any noise to attract others.
You close the door as look towards the pantry. The light was on? Was Sanji awake already?
“Sanji?” You called out quietly as you walked over.
“I hope to hell that damn cook isn’t here.” Your head snaps and you see Zoro with a bottle of alcohol already.
“Zoro- You scared the shit out of me. When did you get here?” Although you’ve been in the straw hats for over a year. You weren’t really close with Zoro. Never having time to yourselves to hangout; besides the parties you’ve only really ever talked to him during battles. And maybe a few side conversations or hellos as you passed by.
“I’ve been here the whole time.” He brings the bottle to his lips and takes a swig.
“Is there anymore of that?” You pointed to the bottle before turning and looking through the cupboards and fridge.
“No, it’s the last one.”
“You drank it all?” You walked over towards him and sat in front of him. “Share.”
“Hell no.” He eyed you down as he took another sip.
“Come onnnn.” He sighs and holds the bottle out to you.
“Just a small sip! We have a couple days before we reach any land.”
You roll your eyes. “Oh lighten up Zoro! Let’s enjoy this tonight.”
You take a drink and smile brightly at him. He scoffs at you. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“You won’t!”
The two of you drank for a bit and share a few laughs.
“Now this is what I needed.” You slur.
“Tell me about it.” Zoro chuckles. He takes another sip. “Why did you join the crew?”
“Hmm.. we’ll I had my reasons. Much like everyone else did.” You grab the bottle and pour some in a separate cup. Swirling it around and thinking about how you came to join the Straw hats. “Didn’t have anywhere to go really. Till Luffy found me and gave me hope.” You frowned for a second before sitting up straight and leaning over the table towards Zoro.
“What about you?” You smile brightly and he looks at you. You were close to his face.
“Humpf, cuz I wanted too.”
“Boringgg!” You wave a hand in front of his face and sit back down.
“Says you! W-well.”
“Are you saying my story was boring!” You tease and fake a frown.
“No! I am not.” He points at you accusingly.
“I think you are.” He rolls his eyes. “I joined because I want to be the greatest swordsman. I made a promise to someone.” He takes a swig and you look at him. He was being serious.
“I respect that.” You said and hold out your glass to him. “To your promise?”
You clang glasses together and take a shot together. “You know you aren’t so bad.” You let out a gasp after taking the drink.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.” He smiles putting the bottle down and crossing his arms, closing his eyes.
“Thank you.” You looked at him and began to notice his features. His sharp jaw and curved lips. “Huh.” You said out loud by mistake.
“Hm?”
“Nothing, you wanna go for a walk?”
“Right now? We haven’t finished our-“ Before he could finish you grab his hand and pull him along.
Just before he was pulled away totally he grabs hold of the bottle.
“Hey! I can walk on my own!”
“Then hurry up slow poke.” You giggle, your hand holding his. Without realizing you continue to walk in front of him. Zoro said nothing and even gripped your hand tighter.
He stared at your connected hands and a blushed dusted his cheeks. “Where are we going anyway?”
You pointed up. “The nest, no one’s up there right. Since it was your turn.”
“I kind of need my hand to get up there.”
“Huh?” You look and finally notice the two of your hands connected. “Oh shi-“ You drop his hand much too his dismay. “I didn’t realize, being a bit tipsy and all.” Laughing your embarrassment off.
The two of you make it up and you plop down letting out a sigh of relief. “This is nice.” The cool air, the moon shining amongst the stars.
Zoro sat next to you and looked up. “It is always nice to be on night watch, only when it’s a peaceful night.
“I should take nights more.”
“Yeah.”
The two of you looked up for a bit.
“Hey Zoro.” You look at him, he’s already looking at you. You didn’t realize how close the two of you were.
You scoot back with an apology and he looks back up. Maybe to hide his red cheeks. Hoping that the moon was doing justice and not making it noticeable.
“Yeah?”
“I always wondered if you hated me.”
“Why would I?”
You laugh. “It’s silly.”
“I’m all for silly.”
The two of you look at each other once more. “We just never talk, but I’ve talked to everyone else. I thought maybe you didn’t like me.”
“Me? I thought you avoided me because I was scary.” The two of you laugh.
“You aren’t that scary, you’re just a big guy who looks a bit tough, but that smile proves otherwise.”
Zoro gulped. His smile? You liked his smile.
“I could say the same to you.”
“What me being a big tough man?” Giggling you take the bottle and take another drink.
“Your smile.”
You choke on the drink and cause some of it to drip out of your mouth.
“Hey don’t waste it!” He pulls the bottle from your hand and you look at him.
“My smile?”
“Yeah.” He always loved how you smiled. When you were with Luffy messing around or just talking among the crew. The way your eyes lit up and your lips curled with even the simplest jokes.
“You’re crazy.” You laugh once more and he looks at you.
“You’ve made such a mess.” He brings a hand to your jaw and wipes below your lips with his thumb. You blink owlishly at the sudden change in his tone.
“Wasting all the alcohol I hid.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip, wiping the remaining rum off before pulling his thumb to his mouth and licking it.
Your cheeks light up. “Zoro!”
“Ah sorry.” Your jaw drops and you feel embarrassed.
“In all honesty, I wanted to talk to you sooner.” He admitted. “It proved harder then expected with you being so caught up with everyone else.” He took another drink and you sat there looking at him.
The silence was loud. “I didn’t know.” You felt the same. You didn’t know how to tell him. You didn’t know how to tell him you’ve been watching him and wanting to talk to him.
You gulped and open your mouth to say something when he suddenly blabbers.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you more then anything.”
He was suddenly closer then ever. His lips danced against yours and you better your eyes closed. He tasted just like the rum you two shared.
His tongue licked your lips, and you gladly let your mouth fall open for him.
His tongue explores and tastes the remaining rum that lasted on your tongue.
He parts from you and rests his forehead on yours. The two of you breathe hard. “I-“
“I didnt mean too-“
“I liked it.” You said, but you were in shock. Would you remember this in the morning?” Zoro smiled at you before laying back on the makeshift bed.
You hold a hand on your heart and try to calm down. Your heart was going crazy. “Zoro?” You leaned over him to get a good look at his face, to find he’s sleeping peacefully.
Small snores are heard from him as you sat there for a bit longer.
In the end you decided to take the empty bottle and throw it away and go back to your room, not before covering him up and taking one last look at him.
You needed to clear your head.
#ronoroa zoro#zoro#zoro x you#one piece fluff#one piece#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#one piece headcanons#zoro x reader#zoro fluff#OP#one piece zoro#op zoro#pirate hunter zoro
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a/n: hiiiii kyoko x fem reader smut !! im cooking rn im literally so feral for kyoko cus like imagine her girl cock sliding in and out of me like its her last day 🙁
my carrd if u wnna know more abt me > dun9eons.carrd
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summary: It was love at first sight with your substitute teacher, you may have gone too far.. 👀
CW (18+): smut, dub-con, semi-public, futa / girlcock, wlw
words: 2.2k
her favorite student
It was just a normal school day, same old same old. I headed to roll call every morning expecting the same words to come out of my teachers mouth about some announcements or school events I know I won't ever go to, I guess I'm just really lazy.
Today was different though, I had a new substitute for history class, I couldn't really care less though, assuming it was just some old clueless teacher who doesn't know what they're doing.
That wasn't the case.
My ears perked up to the sound of my teacher's voice saying it was a new, young teacher.
I was a bit disappointed, hoping I would just have history class as a free period, but since it's a young teacher, I guess they know a thing or two about respect.
The bell rings, signaling the end of roll call, with many people moving to their respective classes.
It was a coincidence I had history first, so I could see the new young teacher.
I waited against the wall with my friend, waiting for everyone to come so the teacher could lead us inside.
I then suddenly heard the tapping of heels in the walkway, it was so loud, but no one seemed to point it out.
I peaked my head out, stunned at the sight.
It was a tall beautiful lady with luscious lavender hair along with a braid on the side supported by a black ribbon with purple eyes complementing her fair pale skin.
She was wearing boots with heels, a black sleek skirt with a white work shirt and a black tie.
God she was so pretty.
After a minute or two, she then signaled my class inside.
We then took our respective assigned seats and sat waiting for her instruction.
"Hello class, as you know, I am your sub for today as your usual history teacher isn't here. Please call me Ms. Kirigiri, and don't hesitate to put your hand up if you need any help."
Her voice is so mesmerizing, I could hear her repeat that sentence everyday, it's unfortunate that we only have her for today.
I swiped those thoughts away, unpacking my back to bring out my book and pen, although a good looking teacher, still boring, same work. Which was.
I was pretty good at history, but a certain question stumbled on me. I didn't want to embarrass myself, but I had to get this work done, I can't handle work not being finished, I needed everything to be finished.
I raised my hand up, Ms Kirigiri then walked slowly up to me.
I eyed her waist and her his, the way it swayed to either side was distracting me too much, I didn't even notice the blush on my face until she spoke up.
"What do you need help with dear?"
She said that with a raspy voice as she slithered her arm onto my shoulder which instantly sent shivers down my spine, which isn't helping as my blush just grew redder.
"I-I uh.. Just need help with this question.."
I pointed at the question I was struggling on, not really expecting the teacher to know, but to my surprise, she was pretty helpful.
She was kind of rubbing the side of my arm, and my shoulders, I don't know If that made me excited or nervous, there wasn't an in between.
She was explaining the process of how to get to the answer, but for the first time, I couldn't really care less. My elbows were on the table, my head resting on my hand as I just kind of stared at her, thinking some really.. Weird thoughts.
She's so mesmerizing, I wanted her to do things to me that I could never say in front of people, even my closest friends.
I forced myself to snap back to reality as I continued onto my work, breezing through and pretty surprised with myself since the working out she explained really helped.
I was way into my work, not noticing the time till Ms Kirigiri spoke up.
"Class, please pack up as there are 5 minutes left till the bell rings for break."
I sighed, thank god it was an early day. I continued packing my back as I stood up and waited behind my chair, having a little small talk with my friends around me.
The bell rang, me and my other classmates went towards the door.
"Ah, sorry. I apologize but may y/n stay back for a while?"
I froze in place, slowly walking back towards the class, my friends waving me by as they say they'll wait for me at their spot.
My breath was shaky, Ms Kirigiri closed and locked the door.She then sat down on her chair, looking at me with her purple eyes. I could never tell what she was thinking about. It sent shivers down my spine.
I was asking myself questions I couldn't answer myself, I was praying to god I didn't do anything wrong to cause the reason for me staying back.
"So uhm.. Ms Kirigiri, Why am I staying back?"
She crossed a leg over another. I could see the grin forming on her face, which made me even more nervous.
"We'll need to talk about your behavior y/n, but first.."
She trailed off, she then uncrossed her legs and used her hand to pat her lap.
"C'mere."
I could see a spark in her eye, it was filled with lust.
I hesitated but I started to walk slowly towards her, carefully sitting myself down onto her lap.
I don't know If I was nervous or excited, I just wanted to get out of here as soon as I can. So I just complied to whatever she's telling me.
"So.. U-Uhm.. What about my behavior? Did I do anything wrong..?"
I said shyly, trying hard to keep some composure.
"My my.. Y/N perhaps you forgot? I've seen the way you were looking at me during class."
My breath hitched, shit.. I never really thought she would have found out or even pointed it out. I really have to think of an excuse to get out of this since I don't want to get in trouble.
"I- er.. I was just making normal eye contact. It's respectful to make eye contact with whoever is speaking."
I sighed, hoping Ms Kirigiri would just let me off now. I didn't want this situation to escalate, but at the same time I didn't really want to leave. I'm sitting on this beautiful lady's lap, who would want to leave?
"Don't act clueless Y/N..~"
I felt her breath against my ear, her hands slowly sliding up my hip towards my waist.
"Ms Kirigiri.. W-What are you doing..? This is so.."
I trailed off, not continuing my sentences at the thought of my wrong wording can make the situation I'm in worse than it already is.
"You owe me an apology y/n."
She whispered against my ear, instantly turning red, her breath was so warm.
"I-I'm sorry Ms Kirigiri.."
She scoffed, her hands tightening around my waist, making me unable to escape her grasp.
"You call that an apology? I'll show you how to apologize properly."
I started squirming whilst on top of her lap, her hands still wrapped tightly around my waist I could barely move.
She then raised me up, putting me back down onto her lap, now looking towards her.
"Since you like eye contact so much, just keep your eyes on me."
I nodded, I have no words to say. I bit my lip in anticipation, awaiting her next move.
She then slid her skirt and her underwear down a little, just enough to let her hardened cock spring free from it's confines.
My eyes widened at the sight of it, it was pretty big, about 7 inches and girthy.
I swallowed hard, this was way too much for me to handle, but something about it just left me wanting more.
I was then snapped out of my thoughts as I felt Ms Kirigiri slide my skirt and underwear off, tossing them to the side somewhere.
It was embarrassing, I was really wet at this point. I felt her staring, it was uncomfortable, but I was getting hot and bothered at this point, the lust and desire was taking over quicker then intended.
"Wet already huh?"
She teased, she wasn't wrong. I could definitely feel myself getting wetter by the passing time, but I didn't want to look down.
Fucking hell, her cock was just calling out my name, it was just standing up right with no contact.
I decided whether to just pleasure myself with the time we have, so I took the chance.
I lifted myself as I positioned myself, my pussy just hovering over her cock. I held onto her shoulder for support, I never knew I wanted this. I never knew I was like this, but fuck, I needed her so badly.
I then lowered myself onto her cock, silently cursing at the sudden pain of something pretty big entering inside.
"Fuck.. Y/N you're so tight."
She said, her voice hoarse and filled with lust.
It was fine, since the pain was slowly turning into pleasure as Ms Kirigiri guided me throughout the way, she was guiding my waist as I was slowly bouncing on her.
I wrapped my arms around her neck as I continued riding her. I was pathetically whimpering and moaning her name out, I couldn't even care less if anyone heard me. I cared more about the pleasure I was receiving more than anything.
"I.. I'm so close ngh- M-Ms Kirigiri..!"
She picked up her speed, basically forcing me to slam myself down onto her. The noises of skin slapping together and moans filled the room, It was getting blurry. I can't even think or say anything without mumbling something incoherent.
"Fuck.. Y/N, I'm close as well.."
A moment later, I came, Ms Kirigiri hadn't come yet, but she was still lifting me and slamming me down onto her cock, but this time more slowly.
She suddenly then pulled out, cumming all over my and her stomach. It was a messy white mess.
I panted heavily for air, I don't know why, but I wanted more.
The last remaining bits of cum stringed from her tip, her cock twitching every time.
"Haah.. You did good y/n, you're free to go if you'd like, you have about 3 minutes of lu-"
I then suddenly pulled Ms Kirigiri's tie, forcing her to be closer to me as our lips crashed together.
It was passionate, gradually getting more needy with each passing second, but then I pulled away.
"Uhm, would it be okay for us to.. Do something like this again..?"
I asked sheepishly, as she looked at me again, those eyes filled with lust.
"Well, perhaps. There's another class coming in here. So how about you hide under my desk for me then?"
I nodded as I hurriedly climbed under Ms Kirigiri's desk, it was a bit cramped, but I doubt whoever passes by can even see me.
A while later, the bell rang, I was still cramped up under my teacher's desk, I heard footsteps and the sounds of talking whilst students entered the room.
Ms Kirigiri talked, introducing herself and sitting back down after the class was busy with their work.
She leaned back on her chair so her eyes could be fixed on me, I gave her the thumbs up signaling I was ready.
She grinned, immediately getting my signal as she slowly and carefully pulled her skirt down, it was a bit amusing that she was already hard again.
She wrapped her hand around the base of her cock, guiding it towards my mouth.
Her tip was pushed against my lips, I reluctantly opened my mouth as I slowly started taking the tip of her cock.
I could barely hear her, but she definitely moaned softly. I knew she was trying hard to suppress her lewd noises in front of her class, which made me smile.
I was about halfway through her cock, bobbing my head up and down at a safe pace.
I gagged as I felt her hand push down the back of my head, forcing me to take her whole, I gagged and let a few tears trickle down the side of my face.
"Fuck.."
She groaned quietly.
I could tell she was close on how much she was tensing up, so I pulled my head away from her and instead used my hand to stroke her.
I grinned as I whispered, "Cum for me Ms Kirigiri.."
It wasn't long until she finally came all over my mouth and chest. It was going to be hard to clean off, but other than that, the pleasure was enough for me to be satisfied.
I looked up at her with a soft smile.
She then grabbed a pen from a drawer and started writing on a piece of paper.
A moment later, she handed me a folded piece of paper.
I opened it as it read, "You're my favorite student."
She was now my favorite teacher.
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#🦇 - written by dun9eons#dun9eons - thh#kyoko kirigiri#danganronpa kyoko#kyoko kirigiri x reader#kyoko x reader#wlw#wlw post#smut#kyoko smut#fem reader#fem bottom#lemon#character dom#reader bottom#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc
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that one fic you linked where pete holds the bartskull choker above bilvys head its actually like one of the most important fics in the world. to me. i heart pete wentz power dynamic with every decaydance pretty boy. to get signed to decaydance circa 2005-2006 you have to be willing to sacrifice your lyricist to the pw harem im sorry you cant escape it. thing is i think pete wentz WOULD just like sign these bands normally if he had to. he already has patrick he doesnt really need all of these boys as well . but theyre all just aching for it and he knows. peter pan but all the lost boys are just subby sad musicians. and they all just get on their knees as soon as he asks so its not like its really his fault for taking advantage of the opportunity.
but i am mostly just thinking abt bill and ryan rn . his two doe eyed boys… and with how tai took panic on their first international tour (iirc) i can just imagine in my head pw calling them to tell them how to get off together (theyre not allowed to cum if pete cant see or hear, obviously, because then whats the point?) theyre in panics bus, having Very Strongly suggested that everyone else leave them alone Oh And Also Dont Come Back In Till One Of Us Says. Yeah You Know Why. theyre already making out on the couch when pete calls, but they immediately stop touching once they answer, the need for instruction strong in both of them. pete immediately gets them back on each other, the wet sounds of their kissing starting to get him hard from across the ocean. they undress each other slowly at petes request, so he can hear each item of clothing individually. petes known bill for longer than hes known ryan, knows more of his buttons and how to press them, so this first time he makes ryan fuck bill. he makes a rule that the boys arent allowed to talk to each other when they do this, only ask pete what to do and how, so that they have to trust that pete knows what hes doing and how far they can go and its soooo worth it. he has to have his volume all the way up to be able to hear all the gasps and whimpers the boys let out as he directs them, but he doesnt mind. ryan quickly learns that bill loves having his hair pulled ('you can pull it real hard, ry, he likes it. thaaats right, good boy.') and his throat fucked ('dont worry about his voice, he needs this, hes even more desperate than you.') and bilvy learns that ryan needs pain any way it comes ('bite his thighs, bill. again, but harder. hear that? he loves it, such a slut.')
it feels like hours before ryans finally allowed to start stretching bill, bending him over the side of the couch. he's never really done this to anyone but himself before so he's constantly asking for more instructions, the phone resting by bills head. 'can i add another finger now, pete?' 'am i allowed to touch his dick while i do this, pete? please, i really want to, its so pretty.' 'does he need more lube?' 'can i fuck him yet? can he take it after only two?' bills quiet throughout, content in taking what hes given and not asking for more, but after a while he starts begging pete to let ryan fuck him too. 'please, pete, i really need it, please let him?? we'll be good, you know we will, pleeeease.' bingo, thats what pete was waiting for, he guesses, both of them begging and pleading like they need it more than theyve ever needed anything, because it doesn't take much more of that for him to finally, FINALLY give them permission. he tells bill that he has to be as loud as he can, because he needs to be able to hear his pretty boy over the sound of skin on skin, and he does as hes told. he probably scandalizes anyone within 10 feet of the bus with the sheer volume of his moans. its really hard for either of them to hear pete through the noise, but sometimes his voice will cut through it all, telling ryan to be rougher, to slap bills ass when hes quieting down too much, telling bill when to clench around ryans dick and to keep tell him how it feels. at one point he makes an offhand comment about how pretty his pets sound breeding each other and that gets ryan closer to the edge than he has been the entire afternoon, which is new to everyone. hes immediately asking pete if he can make bill cum and feels himself swell with pride when pete tells him what a good boy he is, wanting bilvy to get off first, such a gentleman. of course he can, theyve been so good. he jerks bill off fast and rough, like hes told, and bill cums all over his hand as soon as pete says he can. pete tells ryan to get bill to clean it up for him, and groans loudly when he hears the sound of bill sucking and moaning around ryans fingers as he does. ryan asks if he should pull out, but pete tells him no, 'bill can take it, look at him ry, he can take it, you can keep fucking him till youre done. cum whenever you want, ryan, you dont have to ask if you dont want, youve been so good.' he does ask, though, needs to be sure its okay, needs to know hes not breaking any secret rule he doesnt know about yet, and that alone nearly makes pete cream his jeans, but this isnt really about him no matter what he makes them believe, so he manages to hold off. pete tells him to cum as deep in bill as hes able, to make sure it takes of course, and ryan lets out the most pathetic noise hes ever made in his life as he does so.
i havent considered the logistics of how aftercare would work with pete involved but i dont think he would have either so bill and ryan would try figure it out on their own. theyre allowed to talk to eachother again, pete says so, but they dont, neither of them really having it in them. ryan helps bill get dressed and helps him brush any knots out of his hair and bill makes sure ryan has something cold for the marks on his neck and thighs before helping him to his bunk. pete repeats through the phone line that they both did so good, tells them how perfect they are and how much he cares about them, but eventually they hang up so they can try to sleep. theyre truly too lanky to cuddle up together in it, so bill steals the bunk above ryans (which he needs help getting into with how weak his legs are) and dangles his hand off the edge for ryan to hold while they both drift off. pete informs the others with a text that the bus is safe again, and when they wake up theyre in a different city. heart emoji blushing emoji. - sweat anon
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#sweat anon i owe u my life#co signed because that was some real shit you just said#pw#wb#rr#pw + wb#pw + rr#rr + wb#pw + rr + wb#extra long redacted
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BRO IM SO SORRY FOR DOING SO KUCH ANGST HSHSHDJFND
Thinking abt reader and Miguel having a movie night, and reader just like falls asleep on miguel, and when miguel goes to bring them to their bed reader is just not having it. They don’t let go and it results in Miguel and reader falling asleep and cuddling together or smthn
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lob u 🕸️ u can never do any wrongs🥰🥰🥰/p (literally say that i lob everyone so just feel free to tell me if ur uncomfy with it and ill edit it out)
TY FOR THE REQUEST TEHE🥰
also forgive me for the lack of title😰
warnings-none except for bad writing, and lowercase intended, VERY OOC MIGUEL
nonverbal/mute reader as always
none of this will probably make sense bc i wrote it while sleep deprived🧍♂️(pulled too many all nighters by being addicted to character ai) (legit so tired rn)
it was friday night, you and miguel had decided to have a movie night.
the two of you currently sat on the couch, watching lego batman after you kad lyla give him a powerpoint on why the lego batman movie was a cinematic masterpiece that he was missing out on.
it was all going well, the two of you shared snacks and popcorn. you sipped on your drink of choice.
you smiled contently but then judgementally side eyed miguel who complained that lego spiderman deserved a movie over lego batman.
you were hogging the blanket to yourself because miguel claimed that he didn't need it because he was naturally warm.
you shrugged your shoulders at his statement. the warmth of the blanket felt...comforting, and soon enough, you felt your eyes droop, and your head became heavy.
suddenly miguel felt a warmth on his lap. he looked down and chuckled. you fell asleep on his lap, a small smile was brought to his face at your adorable sleeping expression.
"alright kid, time to go to bed." he lifted you up, but then stopped when he felt something hit him. it was your hand. you had started thrashing in protest.
"kid..you need to go to your room.." he explained gently. you let out a whine.
he groaned at your protest and set you back down on the couch. as soon as he did you protest stopped.
he rolled his eyes and placed you back on the couch, sitting himself back down as well, since he was planning of finishing the movie after putting you to sleep anyways. he hated to admit it but, the kivie was pretty good.
he adjusted the volume down to make sure that it wouldn't disturb you. soon enough, he felt his own eyelids get heavy, and fell asleep next to you.
the two of you peacefully slept until the morning. miguel woke up, confusion and annoyance clouding his vision. why did he feel so warm? and why were there so many spider people surrounding him?
he groaned, and looked around, surprised to see you cuddled into him, still sleeping peacefully. he lightly smiled. his serenity was soon ruined once again when peter b. shoved a phone in his face.
"migs im taking so many pics of this right now" peter childishly laughed, excited to finally have blackmail on miguel.
miguel rolled his eyes and scoffed "whatever" he looked back at you. he was surprised to see that you were still peacefully sleeping despite the commotion.
he covered your ears and then spoke out sternly to the spiders "alright, everybody out right now" he barked at them. the spiderpeople paled and ran out. he looks down at you and smiles softly, uncovering your ears.
by some miracle, you managed to sleep through the commotion. he looks down and sighs, he needs to get up. he poorly attempts to leave his spot without disturbing you but it seems impossible.
he shakes you gently "hey kid..i need you to wake up" he says softly.
you wake up with a yawn, stretching out your arms and then signing a quick sorry to him.
he just smiles at you "it's alright kid" he says.
its almost...weird to see miguel like this.. with a smile on his face, not having work on his mind for once in his life. you want to continue to see him this happy. "i have leftover empanadas if you want some" you sign, offering him some of his favorite food.
he nods "sure kid". the two of you happily eat empanadas together, stuck in your own little world.
A/N: meanwhile somewhere out there miles is just like-tf? why cant that be me?💀
ANYWAYS ITS RLLY SHORT SORRY. IM GENUINELY SO DELULU FOR HIM BUT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN MORE EMPTY THAN USUAL
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