#I don't remember the last time I saw even a college professor dress like this

[chrispy-chimkin]

Ninja Teachers 1/4

I recently joined a roleplay server and the ninja get to put those teaching skills from S3 to use finally! Kai teaches general history; Would you trust him to be your teacher?🔥

[beomgyuslilracha]

you don't go to parties ☆.*

⊹ pairing: choi yeonjun x f! reader

⊹ genre: exes to ... complicated

⊹ warnings: maybe angst in the beginning(?), some mild swearing, and not very in character for most of them. also not a warning, but all members are going to be soloists.

⊹ wc: 6.3k

summary: back in your college days, you were living at the prime of your life alongside your boyfriend, yeonjun. you couldn't remember most of it, though, considering it was a blur consisting of mostly parties and many drunken nights. eventually, you reached your limit, and you and yeonjun no longer saw eye-to-eye. after many fights and endless tears, you disappeared for good and left that life and your boyfriend behind. but, five years later, yeonjun was still waiting for you at every party.

as you stirred awake from the screeching sound of your alarm, you suddenly could not remember the last time that your head didn't feel like it was about to burst out of your skull.

not that you weren't fully aware of the reason as to why, seeing as even the bedside table was occupied with only one of many culprits from the night before.

"mmmm, turn it off."

the grumbling voice beside you tossed and turned around, his arm lazily draping around your waist to hold you tightly to his front.

you silently obliged, stretching your arm out to reach for your phone and shut off the blaring sound that was causing your head to throb twice as hard.

after a minute or so of pointless waiting for the pain in your head to pass, you started to throw off the blanket in order to stand. unfortunately, the arm around you tightened and pulled you closer to prevent you from doing so.

"no, don't go," he mumbled into your shoulder, planting tiny kisses in his own way of tempting you to stay with him.

"i have class, junnie," you spoke softly to him, not wanting to make his own hangover worse by talking too loudly.

"shhh, stay with me," he told you once more, his gruff morning voice making it all the more difficult to refuse.

you absolutely adored the way your boyfriend grew extra clingy in the mornings, and you truly wished it was easy as being able to turn around and fall right back to sleep with him.

unfortunately, you had to deny yourself the pleasure every time.

turning around in his grasp, you planted a quick kiss on his nose before sitting up. he groaned sadly, but his eyes still had yet to open - probably because the rays of sunlight peeking through the curtain would worsen the pounding in his head.

dressing lazily and putting on the usual sunglasses to block out the sun as best you could, you gave yeonjun a quick kiss goodbye before heading off to your class.

when you had woken this morning, you would have never expected the downfall that would occur before the day was over.

in class, the professor was handing out the first exam scores for the semester.

you could only blink cluelessly in your seat, genuinely unable to recall ever taking an exam in the first place. come to think of it ... you couldn't really remember anything from the course at all. you attended on time every day, yet you were always too focused on trying to keep your hangover in check rather than paying any attention.

this would reign to be even more true once the professor had called for your name. when you received your exam, your heart practically fell into your stomach at the disgusting sight of red marked on almost every single answer choice.

in attempts to prevent yourself from crying in the middle of class, you held out hope in talking to the professor once the time was over.

"can i help you?" your professor asked you calmly, spotting you slowly walking up to their podium after everyone had been dismissed.

"is there any way i could make this up?" you asked, embarrassed from having choked up while working up the courage to ask them.

taking in the sight of tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, along with your bottom lip practically trembling, the professor sighed as they began rummaging through their bag.

"normally i wouldn't offer this to students who don't put in any effort to the class, but..." they looked you over once more, shaking their head. "i'm hoping you're being sincere."

"yes, please, i am! i'm so so sorry for not making any effort before," you cried out, bowing completely in appreciation for their kindness. "i promise i'm going to do anything i possibly can to raise my grade in your class."

the professor smiled sweetly, unable to explain what about you had them breaking character just this once. perhaps it was from their own empathy, remembering what it was like back when they were a student themselves.

handing over a pamphlet from their bag, they returned to their stern expression. "this is an extra credit assignment that, if done correctly, can replace the score of your lowest exam. i will give you one week to read it over and email it to me when it's complete."

you thanked the professor profusely, your heart soaring with nothing other than pure gratitude.

after that, you took it as a sign of a second chance. you went through every class that day asking all your professors for extra credit, wanting desperately to change how poorly you've been doing due to your own reckless actions.

unfortunately, by the time you returned to yeonjun's fraternity to tell him the good news, he somehow didn't see it the same way as you did.

"so what? does this mean you're going to be too busy to see me now?" he questioned you rather rudely, his eyebrows furrowed together while staring down at the handful of assignments in your hands with contempt.

"what? no!" you tried to reassure him, even giggling in attempts to lighten the mood. "i can always work on them while i'm with you. i just don't think i'll be attending a lot of parties anymore."

for some reason, this annoyed him. "sure you can! it's healthy to take a break, so you can spend it with me here."

"yeonjun, i can't. i seriously need to focus on my grades again, and that means actually going to class sober for once."

what you thought was supposed to be a moment where your boyfriend should have been proud and happy for you, somehow turned into an argument instead.

"it's just one test, it's not that big a deal."

"wha- not that big a deal?" you suddenly couldn't help the raise in volume of your voice, stuffing the assignments back into your folder. "yeonjun, it's not just one test; this is my future we're talking about. if i so much as fail one class, i could lose my scholarship that's keeping me here!"

he rolled his eyes, causing the sudden anger inside you to bubble up even more. "now you're just being dramatic. you leave me every morning to go to class, then you want to come back and blame me for you failing?"

you scoffed in disbelief, looking around the room as if searching for an invisible audience watching the two of you. "at what point did i say i blamed you?!"

"that's what you're getting at, isn't it?! well, if you want to blame me for it so bad, then just don't come tonight!" he stormed off before you could come up with a counterattack, slamming his bedroom door behind him as if to make a point.

frustrated tears began to pour out of your eyes subconsciously as you stared down at the floor.

this was supposed to be a good thing. your boyfriend was supposed to be supportive and encourage you for making a good decision. you groaned in frustration, turning on your heel and leaving the house to return to your own dorm - practically for the first time since you started attending.

that night, yeonjun was even more pissed off. it had already been two hours and you still had yet to show up, nor did you even bother messaging him at all to explain where you were.

not that he was going to message you himself and ask, God no! he was still upset at you from earlier, but you were supposed to read between the lines and show up on your own regardless.

when yeonjun told you not to come tonight, he still wanted you to. you were supposed to be here, drink the night away, and realize just how much fun it was to spend time with him.

instead, your boyfriend was left drinking alone while the party went on around him. he barely remembered anything at all, though, seeing as he drank way more than his usual fair share. he hated that his anger was ruining his fun, so he figured drinking more would help him to forget.

by the next morning, after having stayed up all night finishing up at least three of many assignments for your classes, you decided to visit yeonjun during your break.

you weren't the least bit surprised at the aftermath leftover from the night before, having to step over countless discarded cups and trash on your way to the stairs. even the hallway leading back to yeonjun's room was filled with trash - along with some discarded clothing you didn't want to think about.

you carefully opened the door to his bedroom, peering in and sighing in relief to see the lone figure of your boyfriend curled in his bed.

carefully sitting at the edge of the bed beside his head, you reached out and began to softly shake his shoulder in order to wake him. "junnie~," you cooed softly, still taking his expected hangover into account.

yeonjun stirred at the sound of your voice, his head slowly tilting up to look at you through half-lidded eyes.

instantaneously, his heart tugged in a feeling of yearning at the sight of you. he missed you so much, and he never realized just how lonely it felt to be in his bed without you snuggled in his arms.

unfortunately, his stubborn side woke up first.

"get out," he grumbled, tucking his face back into the blanket as he caught you, and admittedly himself, off guard.

you frowned and felt a painful stab in your heart from the mere two words he spoke. "junnie, i know you're upset, but-"

"upset doesn't begin to touch what i'm fucking feeling right now," he spoke clearly, having woken up entirely by this point as he sat up straight. he had to ignore the painful throbbing in his head as he glared at you.

"you told me not to come," you reminded him, your voice on the verge of raising as your own anger woke up inside of you again.

you came over with the intention of forgiving and forgetting, wanting to move past the argument from yesterday. instead, yeonjun's behavior elicited the frustration you had been attempting to suppress that morning.

"yeah, and how'd that work out for you?" yeonjun tried to shoot back, though it was really his own screwed up way of trying to see if you were as miserable without him as he was without you.

"great, actually," you answered truthfully, unknowingly jabbing at yeonjun's heart in the process. "i got so much work done once i finally had some peace and quiet to work with! and do you know how amazing it feels to wake up and not have a hangover??"

you were arguing, yes, but you really just wanted him to be happy for you. you desperately wanted your loving, caring boyfriend to drop his stubborn act and just hug you and tell you he was proud.

but that wasn't yeonjun.

"so what? you wanted to just come over and rub in my face how great your life is from one day without me?!"

"stop that! stop- why do you keep putting words in my mouth?!" your hands came up to grip at your hair in frustration, probably just mere seconds away from practically ripping it out.

the arguing went back and forth. it felt like it lasted for hours - the tears racing down your cheeks never seeming to run dry.

yeonjun, meanwhile, couldn't even explain why he was arguing with you. his brain was yelling at him to stop and just kiss you - to make up and apologize for being so fucking stubborn. he just wanted to hold you in his arms and forget that any of it ever happened. unfortunately, it was his stubborn side that was in control. once he started, he just couldn't seem to stop.

"yeonjun," you choked out his name, wholeheartedly defeated. "i can't do this anymore..."

and by the time he could even process what he was saying, it was already too late.

"then don't."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

five years later, amidst the quietness of your 8th floor office, a content sigh escaped your lips. you had been carefully monitoring a multitude of news outlets that morning, happily finding no trace or mention of either of your affiliated artists.

in this case, no news was definitely good news.

you first came to be at your current position around three years ago, when the managers at +U entertainment thought it best to hire you as a media manager for the rookie soloist, huening kai.

upon first meeting, you were both embarrassingly shy with one another - typically exchanging far too formal greetings and words of encouragement. perhaps after a year or so together, that was when you finally began relaxing and speaking informally as friends.

in fact, seeing as you were both very close in age, you became closer as friends rather than just that of a manager and their artist.

when time allowed it, you and kai could even be found spending time together outside of work, whether it was out in the city or a quiet evening at either of your apartments — though with careful planning, seeing as you were his media manager and did not want to be the reason he got exposed for a 'scandal'.

it came to no surprise whenever management would shower you with praise after having realized the increasing popularity of kai without any drama hindering his success. you, of course, were sure to turn the praise over to kai himself, seeing as he was the one that made your job a literal daydream.

the company was thoroughly pleased by your work that, this year, they thought it time to introduce and entrust another artist under your care.

that was when they brought you ... choi beomgyu.

within the matter of a week, you realized that you simply took kai for granted. any time the two of you crossed paths, you made sure to refer to him as a genuine gift from heaven and appreciate him for making your life so easy.

in contrast to your beloved angel, beomgyu was a rather ... special case.

when the two of you first met, though, he was truly the most respectful and friendliest bubble of joy. he had an aura about him that made the general environment so much more comfortable, allowing you to warm up to him much quicker than you imagined.

you were genuinely convinced that you had been blessed with another angel and happily accepted him.

as luck would have it, you learned the hard way that the beomgyu you met was merely his professionalism for the sake of the company.

when it came to anything involving his work, be it his performances, schedules, and even business relationships, beomgyu took everything very seriously. you even asked around other staff at +U, and they all had willingly stated that it was a delight to work alongside him.

it was outside of work hours that the troubles came to light.

multiple dating rumors, constant sightings at any club you could possibly name - shortly followed by public intoxication, and even reported fighting with other partygoers or sasaengs he claimed he felt 'threatened' by.

you could swear that you had never worked harder in all your three years with kai than you did in just three months with beomgyu.

much to your embarrassment, the staff at soompi, dispatch, and other media outlets practically knew you by name every time you called demanding they take down their articles. your threats were enough to scare them at first, but the occurrences became so common that you shamefully had to begin compromising.

it was safe to say that you stopped hearing praise from management for a while now...

which was why, in this particular morning, you felt the heavy weight of stress on your shoulders practically disappear at the sight of zero articles involving his name.

an amused smile gracing your lips, you found yourself dialing his number to share the good news.

"hey, y/n, what's up?"

"hey, beoms! i noticed that you didn't have any articles published about you today, so i wanted to call and make sure you were doing okay," you teased, your tongue poking between your teeth in attempts to suppress your laughter.

"ha ha, very funny." you could practically hear the eye roll in his tone. "believe it or not, i can behave sometimes too, you know!"

"oh, so you admit you give me a hard time on purpose?" you accused him, your eyes playfully narrowing at the computer monitor as if he were sitting right across from you.

beomgyu scoffed on the other end. "maybe i just like how much you care to protect my image."

"yeah, maybe because that's my job," you reminded him before continuing. "i would actually like to go at least one week without having to worry about another scandal from you."

"oh, well- kkrkrrr- could- krrr- i'm- krkrrr- tunnel-" that was all you managed to hear in between his fake phone static noises, indicating he merely hung up on you to avoid the topic.

you probably would have been more confused had it not been about the tenth time he pulled that same trick on you.

your head shook in a mixture of disappointment and amusement, considering you couldn't help yourself from laughing at the dork anyway. if nothing else, at least he never made false promises.

curse that brat for being so likeable!

after a while, you checked the time on your phone and began packing up your laptop bag before heading out of the office for the remainder of the day. kai had a photoshoot scheduled within the next hour, so you promised him you would be there to support him - as well as to oversee the publicity work the brand had planned.

although, you practically had to rush to the lobby once you caught sight of a message you missed, realizing all too late that the company escort had been waiting for you for the past 15 minutes.

you had to apologize to the poor, perturbed driver once you arrived, hoping he'd accept your 'business call' excuse to explain your tardiness. that wasn't the case, though, you simply just weren't expecting an escort to be waiting for you.

due to traffic, you ended up arriving roughly 10 minutes late to kai's schedule. not that it was that dramatic of a time, since you've done much worse, but it bothered kai enough to rush over and fake sob into your shoulder once he saw you.

"i thought you abandoned me," he whined, hugging onto you tightly and dramatically while earning confused stares from the surrounding staff.

"you know i would never do that," you laughed at him, carefully caressing his freshly styled hair so as not to mess it up.

after catching on to a few onlookers clearing their throats rather awkwardly, you quickly managed to convince kai to return back to the stylists so that he could finish choosing what to wear.

before getting settled, you made time to ask around the brand's staff team in order to develop a better understanding of their overall image for the concept. once it all received your official stamp of approval, you delightedly accepted a chair off to the side in order to sit back and watch your adorable friend turn into a stunning model.

in every day life, kai was nothing but a constant smiling and giggling mess - the purest mixture of a cuteness overload and tooth-rotting sweetness.

then, during photoshoots like these, it was like a switch somewhere flipped and he just became so ... attractive.

after witnessing it enough times for yourself, you enjoyed teasing kai and referring to him as 'kamal' whenever he modeled - differentiating this side of him as an entirely separate person compared to the adorable boy you knew.

kai would typically groan and claim he hated being referred to by his middle name, but the smile on his face and the blush coloring his cheeks would tell you a different story.

if you had to be honest, though, it was slightly embarrassing for you every time kai invited you to support him during these types of schedules. not for anything he would do, but simply because you could not prevent the blush on your cheeks and the warmth of your face as you watched kamal fine at work.

not that you felt any deeper, secret feelings for your friend - you just merely knew how to appreciate a work of art when it was standing right in front of you.

"kamal again?" kai asked you teasingly, meeting up with you once the shoot was over and taking note of the pink hue that colored your face.

"i just can't get used to him showing that much skin," you told him, faking a shudder and leading him out of the building.

in which the two of you were supposed to part ways, it took little to no convincing for you to agree to join kai for the remainder of his schedule. after a few recording and practice sessions back at the company, his day was set to end relatively early - allowing you both to make plans immediately for afterward.

a short schedule and one cab ride later, you and kai were then to be found lounging around in your apartment living room. the television was turned on for background noise, playing some reality show that you only occasionally found yourself paying attention to from time to time.

otherwise, you were mindlessly scrolling through your social media on the couch, while kai was playing mario kart on your nintendo switch beside you. despite it being your game system, it was practically under shared custody with kai from how much more often he played on it than you.

other than the few cheers or groans that escaped his lips, neither of you really exchanged words with one another - other than the few times where you asked if he was winning or not, depending on what sounds he was making at the time.

it was nice, though. you thoroughly enjoyed his company more than anything, so you both often spent evenings together where not many words needed to be said in order to occupy the silence that settled in between.

it was the sudden rapid knocking at the door that disturbed the peace, causing the both of you to silently exchange curious and confused looks with each other.

you hadn't invited anyone else tonight, nor did many people know where you lived in general, so you were a little wary as you peeked through the peephole to see who was on the other side.

rolling your eyes, it took less than a second for you to unlock your door with less worry.

"beomgyu, what are you doing here?"

"i'm here to tell you to get dressed!" he answered cheerfully, bounding right into your apartment like it was something he did every day.

"considering i don't plan to leave my apartment tonight, i don't see why i would do that," you told him simply, closing the front door behind him and padding back over to your designated spot beside kai.

"because there's a huge party tonight, and i've come to the decision that you will be coming with me!"

he spoke so matter-of-factly, you could only wonder what about you gave him the false impression that you would ever agree to attend a party at all, much less with him.

"i'm sorry, why would i go with you?"

"because you're my friend and i think it's important that we spend more time together."

you blinked, unfazed. "and what's the real reason?"

beomgyu released a dramatic gasp, his hand placed on his chest as if he were shocked by your lack of faith in his words. rightfully so, of course, seeing as he never bothered to invite you before.

it took him only a minute too long before he dropped the façade.

"alright, maybe i'm not allowed to go to this party unless i have an escort," he scoffed, his hands now resting on his hips. "something about not wanting me to ruin the fun or something."

both you and kai simultaneously snickered, finding it funny that beomgyu's troublesome reputation was finally preceding him. you figured it wouldn't be long now before he was altogether removed from the guest lists and forced to live a sober nightlife.

"anyway, what better way to make sure i stay out of trouble than my beautiful manager coming with me?"

"you'll have to save the flattery, beoms," you told him with a shrug, turning your attention back to your phone now. "i have no intention of ever attending any parties, so nothing you say will convince me to go."

a sudden wailing sound caused both you and kai to jolt in your seats, watching as beomgyu dropped to his knees in front of you and began to plea for your attendance.

"please, y/n, you have to come! this is the most important party held by one of the most famous idols, and i have to go!" beomgyu whined, his bottom lip jutting out into an overly emphasized pout.

not that you were intrigued by any means, but you were admittedly curious. "who?"

"i don't know, someone named yunjin, i think? my friend soobin told me about it and invited me," beomgyu shrugged before reverting back to his crying state. "so you have to come with me! please, please, please!"

"you said they're the most famous idol, but you don't even remember their name?" kai chimed in, his game having been on pause for quite some time now. he wasn't particularly interested in the conversation, but he was still rather nosey.

"excuse me for not knowing every artists' name," beomgyu rolled his eyes, his crying act instantaneously disappearing once again. "but if i don't go to this party now, i'll never be able to get my name out there."

"considering you need an escort to this party, i'm pretty sure your name's already out there," kai commented, snickering to himself again as he earned a deathly glare from the other boy.

you only shrugged, quite honestly feeling no remorse. you absolutely despised parties - considering the terrible past you had connected with them. for as long as you could help it, you planned to avoid any and every party for the rest of your life.

unfortunately for him, the teary-eyed boy begging in front of you was not about to change that.

"okay, what about this!" beomgyu suddenly perked up, his eyes shining with some wonderful idea he had brewing behind them. "remember that one week you wanted? if you come to this party with me, i promise i will not go out for an entire week!"

much to your chagrin and beomgyu's amusement, now your interest was piqued.

your eyes were quick to scan the pleading boy's features, searching for any trace that he could possibly be lying. truth be told, you don't think you've ever seen him look more sincere. perhaps ... perhaps he really meant it.

although, as shamefully inclined as you were to accept his tempting offer, you refused to give in easily.

"make it one month," you tested, locking your phone to focus your attention on the matter at hand.

even kai had switched off his game, finding yours and beomgyu's stand-off much more interesting for the time being.

"that's too much for just one party," beomgyu pointed out in disbelief, chewing on his lip as he contemplated. "come with me to ten parties and i'll give you one month."

it was your turn to scoff at him. "what the hell? i don't even want to go to one party, much less ten!"

"okay, okay, fine, i'll compromise," he was quick to tell you, taking a second in between. his thumb and forefinger stroked absentmindedly at his chin, a sign that the boy was deep in thought as he thought over his options. "alright, what about five parties for three weeks?"

your eyebrow involuntarily twitched in interest.

as much as it pained you, the deal was now much more tempting. three whole weeks without having to worry about news articles plastered all over the internet?! it sounded almost too good to be true - the only unfortunate side being that you'd have to attend five different parties in order to achieve it.

you chewed on your lip as you thought it over, staring blankly at an area beyond beomgyu's head. there were two pairs of eyes watching you as you did, waiting expectantly for what your answer could be.

with a heavy sigh, you rolled your eyes in defeat. "fine, you have a deal, but-" you had to quickly cut off his celebration dance, not wanting him to get too overexcited before you could finish. "i expect a break in between parties. i refuse to go out for five consecutive nights in a row."

"that's fair!"

"and kai gets to come with."

beomgyu's excited grin suddenly dropped, his gaze switching over to the smiling cutie beside you. though kai was excited at the mere mention of being invited, beomgyu wasn't as thrilled.

"i don't know...," beomgyu kind of trailed off with his words, furrowing his brows in a mixture of confusion and worry. "these parties aren't really his kind of scene."

"if i'm going to be stuck babysitting you, then it's either kai comes with me or i don't go at all."

beomgyu groaned, stomping his feet like a child for a short minute, before finally giving in and agreeing. it wasn't even the fact that he minded kai being there, but he was more so afraid that the poor boy would wind up being extremely impressionable in such a setting.

he would never admit it to either of your faces, but beomgyu secretly cared for kai as if he were his own little brother. the last thing he wanted was for one party to lead him down the same path that he had taken.

"for the record, i'm also wearing whatever i want," you stated as you stood from the couch, already dreading the idea of having to change out of your comfortable pajamas this late in the evening.

"does that include a skimpy dress?" beomgyu teased, even daring to send you a wink.

"i'll give you one low-cut dress in exchange for a year," you teased back, although you found yourself genuinely taken aback a second later when it seemed like beomgyu was actually contemplating the idea.

ignoring whatever compromise he tried to suggest next, you escaped to your bedroom and changed back into more casual clothing. you had no intention of impressing anyone, so you cared little for your appearance.

heaving a tired sigh, you blew a goodbye kiss to your neatly made bed. you already found yourself praying for the end of the night, wanting nothing more than to return home before you've even left.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

you had never regretted anything in your life as instantaneously as you did now.

your eyes gazing around the overfilled room, you could only shake your head. even though you weren't exactly claustrophobic, you still found yourself feeling smothered and rather cramped at the amount of people that were capable of fitting inside one house.

was it even right to call it a house? the place was absolutely massive, so it was more fitting to refer to it as a mansion more than anything.

meanwhile, kai was beside you with practical stars in his eyes. he had never been invited to such an exclusive party before, so he was absolutely fascinated by everything he could see.

you didn't recognize a single face in the room, the music was far too loud to even decipher any words from it, and the air reeked strongly of alcohol and sweat.

exactly like you remembered it back in college.

the only difference being that you were actually sober now to realize just how disgusting it is.

"i'm cashing in one week starting tomorrow," you had to yell into beomgyu's ear, seeing as the music was pounding directly into your eardrums and making it difficult to hear one another otherwise.

"consider it done," beomgyu saluted, his perfect teeth flashing at you in a delighted smile. "now come on, the drinks are over there!"

you had no intention of drinking, but you did promise to keep a careful eye on beomgyu for the night. being sure to grab onto kai's wrist so that he wouldn't be left behind, you squeezed your way through the hundreds of bodies before reaching the open bar.

an actual bar ... inside someone's home.

whoever lived here must live a miserable, drunken life.

"do you have any water?" you had to practically scream at the person tending the counter.

as they handed you a fresh bottle of water, you turned to see kai staring at you with wide, pleading eyes. he didn't even need to outright ask the words for you to know what he wanted, but a twist in your heart made you secretly wish that you could say no to him.

after reluctantly waving a hand in a lighthearted dismissal, kai giddily turned to order himself a drink while you turned to your other side to spot beomgyu chugging an entire glass dry after less than a minute of receiving it.

"hey, what the hell?!" you yelled at him, reaching up and prying the already empty glass out of his hands. "i thought i was here to keep you from doing something stupid?!"

"one drink isn't going to hurt me, i'll be fiiine," he giggled, though you held no faith in his claim.

it was all too late that you realized just how giant of a mistake you made agreeing to these conditions. you completely forgot to take into account beomgyu's absolute recklessness, and you stupidly put yourself in charge of preventing it.

as beomgyu began asking for a refill, you had to quickly grab the boy's wrist for his attention. "drink it slowly, beoms," you warned him with a glare. "i'm allowing you to get tipsy at best, but you are not getting drunk tonight."

with a roll of his eyes, and muttering something along the lines of 'okay, mom', you and kai then followed beomgyu as he lead you into the main room of the mansion.

the living area was filled with bodies either dancing in the center or conversing off to the side, and beomgyu appeared to be scanning the entire room for someone or possibly something.

"what're you looking for?" kai yelled over to him, taking a drink from the beer bottle in his hands.

you thought it cute that, even out of the entire array of drinks the bar had to offer, kai still opted for one of the safest options. at least you knew that you could trust him to remain relatively sober by your side.

"i'm looking for soobin, the friend i told you about," beomgyu explained just seconds before his face lit up in recognition. "he's over there, come on!"

grabbing each other's hands like a line of primary school students, the three of you headed to the corner of the room where a certain eye-catching blonde was surrounded by a small group of others.

after waving his hand around like an idiot, you were surprised to see that beomgyu did, in fact, manage to catch the blonde's attention to lure him over.

"gyu, you made it!" the blonde, who you assumed to be the aforementioned soobin, shouted in delight once he was close enough.

"yeah, and i brought friends," beomgyu told him cheerfully, gesturing over to you and kai standing awkwardly off to the side. "this is y/n and this is kai."

"it's nice meeting you, i'm soobin," he introduced himself cutely, though you could only send a thin-lipped smile in return. you were far too uncomfortable to attempt being friendly, and you especially were not expecting to be greeting anyone.

kai, on the other hand, eagerly bowed and introduced himself - happily making conversation with the new presence.

you casually let the three boys talk amongst each other, simply taking sips from your bottled water in order to occupy yourself. you only managed to tune into the conversation every now and then, such as when soobin said something along the lines of "i wish we had managers this pretty back at Star One".

a pink tint scattered your cheeks at the compliment, but you chose to say nothing. not that you needed to, seeing as the way you were fighting a smile was enough to let soobin know you at least heard him.

"oh, by the way, where's yunjin?" beomgyu asked a moment or two later.

soobin tilted his head slightly, seemingly confused by beomgyu's question. "uhh, i'm not sure. i don't know if she was invited."

"but.. i thought you said she was the one throwing this party?"

"what? wait-" suddenly soobin laughed, earning three equally as confused stares from the rest of you. "no! i said yeonjun was hosting this party!"

the bottle in your hand was suddenly crushed by your own reflex, forcing the water to splash directly into your face and causing you to sputter from the shock.

despite the three boys surrounding you and repeatedly asking if you were okay, you truly could not hear either of them. even without a single alcoholic drink in your system, the room suddenly felt as if it were spinning.

you only briefly heard something about a towel and fresh air before beomgyu and soobin disappeared into the crowd, leaving kai to intertwine his arm with yours and carefully lead you to the outside patio.

the summer breeze helped clear your mind just enough to calm your panicked breathing, allowing you to think rationally and fully grasp the situation at hand.

"kai, we need to leave."

but it was too late.

those same dark brown eyes from five years ago had already spotted you.

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a/n:

okay SO i have been completely obsessed with 5sos' song 'you don't go to parties' lately, so it is my current inspiration for the small idea behind this au. for anyone who hasn't heard or doesn't know it, i highly highly recommend it!

idk how i feel about the little prologue at the beginning, but i guess i just wanted to include it for a somewhat better understanding of what happened between yeonjun and y/n. it's a little long, so bear with me !! and updates for this will be much slower this time around, since i don't want to overwhelm myself.

anywayyy, pls pls pls let me know what you think and if anyone will actually look forward to this becoming a series of its own as well!! i really really hope you all still enjoy it !! it's a little different from my first project (shoutout to the ceo's son), but i do hope that it'll receive just as much attention and reach any expectations you may have :,) <3 thank you all for taking the time to support my little stories!

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[ratsaresoslay]

Rumors are not a good thing... (Soleil's Diary, Day 1)

I thought I was alright.

But with my exams coming up, social anxiety, an eating disorder and parent problems, this was the least of my worries.

My so called 'Crush' had a girlfriend, and it's time I accepted that I also may be aromantic or reciprosexual. I've only recalled feeling a crush a twice. When I was in kindergarten, first grade, and in like the ending of third to the first day of fifth grade, when i barely even had a concience. That's it. And as I got older, everyone found their spark, so by the time I was in 6th grade, I knew something was off. Why wasn't I experiencing this feeling?

Now, I've finally stopped trying to force myself to feel what my brain and body was never meant to feel. And this guy helped me realize it.

So let's call him Ethan, and his girlfriend... Alicia.

Long story short, I thought I liked him, but he sorta made me realize that this is not me and it's okay.

His style always stood out to me. He wore this hat and always kinda dressed up like a kpop idol.

Yes, we never spoke, heck he didn't even know I exist till now, I always admired him from afar.

But this one girl in one of my classes, a girl we'll call Cadence, eavesdrops on my conversation with my best friend Kitty about my realization. (kitty was super supportive, I love her so much)

Seems like cadences brain is too small to comprehend more than one word, so she goes.

"Soleil, you like Ethan?"

I say "No, I don't. Excuse me." In response and leave to the restroom to calm down.

Then later, I bump into Alicia on accident on my way to the library, (who i didnt know was his gf) and this was how our convo went,

(S) "Oh, I'm so sorry"

(A) "It's all good, dw."

(S) "Omg ur so nice, I love your outfit by the way."

(A) "Thank you sm!"

(S) "Bye!"

(A) "Bye"

And I continued to the library to study for our boooooring research project.

I saw her there as well about ten minutes later, and she comes up to me with Cadence next to her, and goes.

"Is your name Soleil?"

"Y-yeah... Why."

Just looks at me like I was a bug.

"Why are you trying to steal my boyfriend?"

"Excuse me?" I don't know why but i just lost it here. "I'm Aromatic. I don't know why you think I'd stoop so low as to steal your boyfriend, when I can't even feel proper romantic attraction. Get a brain, bitch."

Then I just picked up my bag and left the library, I was fine until i got outside, then the realisation hit me and my oversensitve ass has to cry about it, because I immediately knew a stupid little rumor had spread.

So then I was in class, and my professor asks me if I was okay in the hallway, and I told her EVERYTHING. She got quite angry, and gave me permittion to skip this class ( it was the days last class for mee) and that she'll send me the notes. (She's the best, bro. One day, she just pulled a out a panera bread cookie from her desk in the middle of class and gave it to me because I said I was hungry.) I thanked her and left to my dorm, and now I'm writing this cuz I fave noting better to do.

Sometimes being younger than everyone else around you can be tough. I'm surrounded by people in my year that are 18-24 months older than me. I'm in my second year of college as an 18 year old BTW. But anyway, thanks for reading, and remember people's, don't be like cadence, rumors can really ruin someone's day...

(Sorry if this sounds childish, I'm just not that socially mature, ig?)

[thesubstituteff]

The Substitute Vol 1.

Day .1

September•

Anai Ericson

Frantic I speed walked through the campus I had been to for orientation so many times trying to get to my first class; Advanced Calculus.

There weren't that many people on the courtyard as I flew past them in the cool autumn morning of Los Angeles.

My class started exactly at eight and I had about five more minutes to get there after getting my schedule made an hour ago.

Huffing I ran into the freshman academics hall, running in my all white low top forces trying not to crease them, I stopped at room 001.

Opening the door I saw about fifteen people already sitting, spaced out at tables that only two people could sit at.

The professors desk was empty making me sigh in relief as I stood in the doorway getting snickers from some of my classmates.

"Your ass just made it, I heard Professor Williams don't play about being tardy he'll lock your ass out for the rest of the semester just for being late once." A girl in the third row of the tables said.

"For real though." Another guy agreed.

Catching my breath I nodded with a smile, "I'm here."

The smiles on the students faces disappeared looking behind me making me confused.

I turned around, "What y'all looking a-

Standing at six foot one at least, the last guy I expected to be the teacher I needed to get the credit to go to the actual college I wanted, let alone professor would be him.

Malikai Williams.

Brown eyes of darkness he'd of course gotten more attractive especially with the dress shirt, tie and pressed pants he had on.

His demeanor was more intense though now in the past three years.

"You want to take your seat?" He asked with a deeper voice than what I remember.

He probably doesn't even remember me but I remembered him; my ultimate crush since the beginning of my teen years.

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Three years earlier, summer.

"Anai that's cheating!" My best friend Myla yelled as we played hide and seek in her house while I visited over the summer.

I giggled tagging her, "Girl no it's not."

"Myla what I tell you girls about running around the house?" Her mom Ebony came around the corner.

"Sorry Ma." Myla said and her mom went back around the corner to talk on the phone some more.

"Race you to get a Capri Sun in the kitchen." Myla smiled devilishly.

"Mai Mai your mom just said that we couldn't run in the house," I say before smiling running ahead of her to the kitchen and a door opens I run into it, "Ow!"

A tall figure walks around the door as I hold my forehead on the floor.

"Why the fuck y'all running in the house Myla?" A deeper voice says standing over me, I turn around to see Myla running away.

After wiping my eyes I look up to see Myla's older brother, Malikai looking down at me he bends down to my level.

"You alright?" He asked me with a softer tone.

I stare from his full pink lips to the freckles and gleaming brown light in his eyes, perfect eyebrows that he probably doesn't even keep up with.

Shirtless he had his tattoos on display since it was like a hundred degrees outside.

"Y-yes thank you Kai." I say to him shyly trying to keep my cool.

"What's your name again?" He gives me a small smile offering his outstretched tattooed hand to me.

"Anai." I tell him taking his warm hand that's strong as he helps me stand up.

"Well Anai you be careful alright, and tell my bad ass  sister she got it coming later." He licks over his lips once before going in the fridge to grab a water bottle and two Capri Suns.

"I-okay." I'm only able to utter out taking the juice he hands to me.

"Malikai, are you coming back outside?!" An older girl yelled from the back door that he had came through.

I could hear music playing and the smell of weed as she had the door cracked.

"Yeah." He sighed softly, "See ya later."

I watched him walk back out and from that moment a crush had built on Myla's brother that was eighteen, three years older than me.

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Present

Never would I tell Myla about what just happened, having crushes on her brothers were off limits.

Myla lost friends over her brother being more protective of them, then they were of her.

That and the fact that most girls just tried to be her friend just because of her brothers, but that summer I finally noticed Kai for the first time.

Eventually Myla went to a military school out of state so we lost touch slowly through high school.

"Hello?" Malikai said bringing me back to reality.

People snickered in the class making him raise his head up to silence them immediately.

Feeling my body again I moved out the way for him to enter the classroom, getting my awkward apologies out I walked quickly to go find a seat.

People looked at me as I found a table in the second row in the middle.

"Good morning and welcome to AP Calculus, my name is Professor Williams. You can call me that, just Professor if you prefer. My whole name is Malikai Williams. I'll be your instructor in this course until Professor Chan gets back in the next semester. If you have a problem with me teaching you in his absence you can drop the class, doesn't really matter to me." He eyed us all putting his briefcase on the huge mahogany desk.

"I'll leave class drop forms on my desk for the rest of the week in case anyone considers it."

That did remind me that there was a email sent a week ago about Professor Chan having a bad accident and in recovery until he could teach again.

"So you're like our substitute?" The girl that had spoke earlier when I arrived asked.

"Somewhat, now this will probably be the only day that I actually acknowledge any of you as more than just a number in my class, so if y'all want to introduce yourselves before I dismiss you for the day you can." He says sitting down on the front of his desk.

"Damn that's harsh Professor." The girl taunted him.

Malikai slid his eyes of knives over to her behind his glasses, "Whats your name?"

"Jasmine Ackles. Professor." She responded leaning in more on her table towards him.

"What's your major?" He asked her.

She slyly smiled, "Communications, because you know I love to communicate."

"Nah I don't, but I see you like to talk." He replied.

"And flirt on occasion." Jasmine continued and people in the class starting doing oops sound and oooohs.

Professor Malikai smiles standing up off his desk walking closer to Jasmine.

Leaning his hands flat on her table he looked straight at her taking off his glasses, he was pure art.

"Believe me, you wouldn't know how to communicate with me on my level if you tried sweetie." He said with a grimace, Jasmines smile was gone.

"Which is why you're in this class to learn something, so I suggest that's all you focus on doing. Jasmine, thanks for sharing, whose next?" He asked placing his glasses back on but everyone was scared to say anything.

I was just amazed after the choices Malikai had made in the past that I witnessed this is where he was, making me definitely impressed.

Looking around the room he looked at me making my heart stop, then he walked back to his desk.

"Well, if no one else wants to go we'll pick up next class on the actual syllabus I have for you. Everyone is dismissed." He said and people started to leave.

As I exited the classroom I glanced at him once more as he looked through his briefcase and he looked up at me once more.

Shit maybe he does!

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Thank u for reading!😍

[hers1ut]

Professor Romanoff chapter 2

The Next Morning

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Warnings: slight smut kinda

Words: 1149

Translations: котенок - kitten

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Y/N's POV:

The next morning you woke up not remembering much it was 10:30 am and you were about to be late, so you rushed around to get ready not even checking your phone to see if Nat sent another message.

Again you were throwing clothes out of your closet to find something simple and comfy for your first day. You weren't much of a 'girly girl' so it was rare you wore dresses or skirts although you wore one last night but that was because you wanted to try impress people.

(You decided to wear this)

Heading out of your apartment you saw a cute little cafe with delicious baked goods so you thought it was a good idea to pick something up for breakfast even though you were already 20 minutes late for class.

Worker:

Hello!, what would you like?  The worker said with a cheery voice

You:

Hi please may I have one of your delicious looking banana and strawberry smoothies and a croissant

Worker:

Coming right up

After you got your smoothie and croissant you had a fast but slow walk to the college since it wasn't that far.

You had missed your 1st class but your next class was Russian your favourite, there was still time to spare so you decided to sit at a bench for a bit and read a book while you wait. But turns out you had lost track of time again and were late for Russian class

You rushed down the halls to your class barging In not even seeing who the teacher was all you heard was

"You are late take a seat please!"

You recognised that voice so as you sat down you looked up to see a redhead facing the board

She slowly turns around and you both make eye contact and you see who it was

"Oh my god it's her. MY TEACHER IS NATASHA" "THE GIRL THAT FUCKED ME LAST NIGHT" you whisper to yourself

And then all the memories start flooding back: her touching you, making you feel so good, the pet names and her smirk my god that smirk just made you more and more worse by the second. And then you realised you fucked your teacher but honestly you didn't care she was hot and wanted you and you wanted her, really bad

Throughout class Nat looked at you sometimes so you decided to play a little game with her. Take her to the edge so she'd keep you behind after class

You decided to look directly into her eyes and bite your lip god that made her flustered and you can see that but she tried hiding it. Then you licked your lips making her worse you could see the lust in her eyes, all you wanted her to do was to fuck you right there and then on her desk you didn't care if people saw, you just wanted her and she wanted you

Nat's POV:

"Class dismissed please remember to do your homework tonight and have a good rest of your day"

Y/N's POV:

As you were about to walk out you heard her call your name and a smirk plastered on your face

Nat's POV:

"Miss y/l/n please could you stay behind"

Y/N's POV:

"Yes mo- Mrs Romanoff" you decided to test her a bit more by 'accidentally' nearly calling her mommy

Nat's POV:

"Did she just nearly call me mommy" Nat thought to herself

"So" Nat said while she dragged out the 'o'

Y/N's POV:

"So? So what natasha"

Nat's POV:

"What happened last night was fun but you are my student котенок" she said while tucking hair behind your ear

Y/N's POV:

"I don't care your hot Nat and if you are so bothered about it why call me kitten?"

"I saw the way you looked at me when I bit my lip, when I looked into your eyes licking them"

"Your beautiful eyes were full of lust" you said pinning her to the wall

Nat's POV:

"I- I don't know what you're talking about"

Y/N's POV:

"Oh you do"

"Professor are you nervous around me"

Nat's POV:

"N-n-no"

Y/N's POV:

"Getting flustered now are we?" You laugh

Nat never said anything so you decided to kiss her only for her to end up kissing you back but then you pulled away leaving her there wanting more

Y/N's POV:

"Aww sorry I'm gonna be late for lunch although you are my snack anyway but bye hot stuff" you said as you were walking out of the door winking at her making her even worse but also very mad

"DAMNNN Ok where did that confidence come from omg the way she looked when I practically topped her" you thought to yourself

Lunch ends

Lunch had ended and you had one last lesson but it wasn't important so you decided to hop over to Mrs. Romanoff's office

Nat's POV:

"What are you doing here y/n shouldn't you be in your lesson"

Y/N's POV:

"Yes I should but I skipped because I just can't stop thinking about you"

Nat's POV:

"Y/n there's something I need to tell you"

Y/N's POV:

"No no don't tell me"

"Wanna go on a date together, Friday?"

Nat's POV:

"Ok sure but I'm picking the restaurant"

Y/N's POV:

"Okay byeeee Natty" you said as you kissed her forehead and winked at her walking out of her office

It was now 6pm so you decided to order takeout since all you've been doing is watching Killing Eve (sorry if you don't like this show) your favourite tv show and you also didn't know how to use your new oven.

Your takeout finally came and you decided to munch into it while carry on watching your show. You always loved them type of shows especially when there's a really hot assassin in it Villanelle was definitely your favourite character she kinda reminded you of Nat since she's Russian too, well you assumed she was since she taught Russian.

Then a notification poped up onto your phone IT WAS NAT!!!!

Immediately you got up and looked at your phone

Hot redhead ;):

Hey I just thought I'd text you about Friday, I've booked us a reservation at this really fancy Italian place and also thought I'd say what you did today in my class was very wrong people could've saw you

You:

Okay that's brilliant!

And don't act like you didn't like it Professor 😉

After that she didn't answer you so you fell asleep and waited for the next morning to come

A/N: HI so I hope you liked part 2 and If any of you have any good ideas for this then feel free to comment them :)

Also I wonder what will happen on Friday on the date

[idle-alena]

Ch 3. A Day In The Life

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader Word count: 2.9 k Summary: First class with Erwin after a year. How much of it did you two remember? Warnings: Drinking and texting... in a google docs. (Also, don't go searching the link)

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Your hands weren't answering you, telling them to stop meant nothing, you were shaking, dubious of entering the classroom. Sweaty palms, toying with your shoes and looking down on your phone to watch the hour. How do I enter the classroom? Marco was already in there, you stayed outside with the excuse of waiting for Historia to return, but in reality you were just about to shit your pants completely. A crush that lasted a semester went completely unnoticed and erased by your memories, given there were more important affairs happening in your life at the moment, and you didn’t bothered to look the names of the professors you enrolled your classes in, you only took what fitted the hours you had free and rolled with it.

Technically I  still have a whole minute to calm my nerves before entering the class, I can even take one more. You were chewing on the straw of your emptied iced coffee frantically, you practically chugged it down a couple minutes before and now the trash was helping as an anti-stress gadget. Last year’s semester was something else, you were oozing with nerve and attitude, snarky and sarcastic remarks, bordering on impertinence and insolence. You weren’t exactly sure if Erwin was flirting with you, all of his compliments were firmly based around your work, and yet you felt like it meant more. Or at least you wanted to mean them more than just praise from a teacher.

Will he remember me? You adjusted your dress, walking towards the trash can to finally let go of the cup, your hands were sweatier than before and your toes were numb, and so you took a few jumps to revive them. As you turned around, you saw people rushing through the hall, trying to get to their own classes, you looked at them and started to imagine scenarios based on how fast they were moving, an old technique to force your brain into distraction. 

Maybe the ones in a slow pace were 3rd years and up, and the ones rushing the most were freshmen. It didn’t work.

How Erwin must have been at college? 

I bet he was innately good, he didn’t even need to study… 

I didn’t think of him in a whole year, and conveniently I forgot my next class was with him. 

Yeah, sure, I was going through a lot when I met him, but not even at the class registration process did I care to check, now I am sweating my ass here, I can only think about our first encounter. 

Your heart was racing, even more now knowing what he looks like, at least from the back. And it was a nice back. The tattoo, I didn’t even think he would have tattoos, he is always so calm and collected, tattoos seem more of an impulsive choice, unlike him. You put your hand on your chest, focusing on the way your heart beated, in hopes of having some grounding, to stop fantasising.

“Aw, did you wait for me?” a voice took you out of your thoughts, while taking the hand you placed on your chest.

“Historia!” You opened your eyes, surprised at how fast she returned. She was panting.

“You’re too sweet. Come here, or we’ll actually be late for the first class.” She took your hand and guided you across the lingering students in the hallway. She must have run to be here in time, that’s why she was panting and didn't even notice the way your heart was still pouncing. Her hand gave you consolation, she didn’t even notice, but her just by being nice calmed you a bit.

Historia opened the closed classroom door with ease, it made a little crooked noise and some people inside turned their heads to an apologetic Historia –still with her hand holding yours– and a seemingly misplaced you. The classroom was dark with the fluorescents off and the curtains covering the windows, the only light was from the proyector, yet you could still see Marco’s waving hand to signal the empty two seats he saved beside him. As you entered the room, pulled by Historia, your senses dimmed to the point where everything felt like it was passing in slow motion, you didn’t feel your own hand closing the door behind you, your eyes were fixated on the muscular dark figure going through papers on the teacher’s desk.

There he was, the blond with the white button up shirt. He had a pen in his mouth while taking out papers from his suitcase to the desk, the matching blue tie was hanging loosely over the cluster of pages in front of him, the more he tried to find whatever he was looking for, the more evident it made that a tattoo was just below the cuffed part of his shirt. Historia pulled your hand to the front so you could be seated between her and Marco.

“Alright, guess I’ll have to take your word for it. I seem to have lost the attendance list, I don’t normally roll call, only on the first day.” He took a remote from his pocket and proceeded to walk to the center of the class. “As some may tell, these are the new smart classrooms, where I can control anything with this little gadget.” He showed you the remote, it had a few buttons but nobody could actually predict what they were for. “I’m going to be playing with this, so bare with me, I’m trying to make a dramatic entrance.” And with that, he pressed a button that changed the white background on the proyector to, what you could tell, another slide of the presentation, the name of the subject and Erwin’s name was on display.

“Neat.” Marco got close and whispered to you, as an approval.

“Now.” Erwin pressed another button which turned on the lights slowly. Now you could really tell how much of you were in the class, roughly 20 people were seated across this tiny classroom, coincidentally all of them were known for you. But that was what 6 semesters does to you, inevitably you come across everyone in the Class of 2018. “I’m Erwin Smith, your professor this semester.” He quickly scanned the room. “Glad to see some familiar faces.” He smiled towards where you were sitting, turned off the proyector and opened up the blinds with two buttons before letting go of the control by putting it away on his pants, and sitting on the only edge paper free of his desk, still facing you. “I hope you are all familiar with each other as well, because this semester you’ll be constantly working on teams, well, one team. Make them yourself as you see fit, write all your names, emails and signal who will be in your team, in one single sheet please, and pass it to me.” 

“I’ll make it.” Historia quickly pulled out a sheet from her binder and started writing your names, you smiled in gratitude.

Thank God for Historia gritting everything down, cause you couldn’t keep your eyes off Erwin, everyone started gathering and chatting in Historia’s seat as he himself sat down in his seat, neatly arranging the papers he laid in front with one hand while the other loosened up his tie a little bit more. You haven’t seen him in this type of clothing, he was very informal even in the winter semester, though the weather here was black or white, while in winter you came with sweaters and gloves, for the spring, dresses and shorts were perfect. This new light on him looked better, you prefered, and not only because it accentuated how buff he actually was, but because you could see the little bit of ink on his arm that normally would be covered by big sweaters.

As the class went on, he didn’t bother to present us all, which bothered you. You wanted him to notice that you were here for a second time, exclusively you, not Historia or Sasha, who you knew for a fact were with you as well, but he said familiar faces as if there were more. This class and neuro were the ones that most of the time everyone avoided and put off till the last semesters, most of your peers where advanced, so maybe Erwin would have crossed paths in other semesters. Is not like I was his only class.

He presented the syllabus and the way all the team was going to be graded the same, regardless of the individual work and effort you all put. You felt defeated, in your fantasy he would have recognized you immediately and praised the good work you did the semester he had you, how intelligent you were, the will of steel…

“Hey.” Marco snapped you out of it, once again. His voice returned you to reality, as everyone started moving, collecting their stuff and moving onto the next class. Has two hours already passed?  “Do you mind waiting for me? I’ll go to the bathroom real quick before our next class.” Marco was already packed, with his laptop inside his backpack, hanging on one arm. To be honest, you were the only one with the laptop still on the desk, you didn’t even remember when you took it out of your bag.

“Sure, hun.” Marco smiled and left the room, only you were left by the time he left.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Erwin is intimidating, you were completely all alone in the classroom, he looked like he had no intention of leaving the desk, so you assumed he still had a class in here. Were you about to say something? Can you say something? How does one break the ice? 

“It's nice to see you again.” His deep voice made you tremble a bit, you closed your laptop and looked at him, he was smiling, with his arms over the desk, looking directly into you.

“It’s nice to see you too.” You took a moment too long to answer him, your heart was pounding so much you could hear clearly the beats in your ears. And now, watch me transform into my highschool self, a bit more insecure, crushing on a man at least 15 years older than me.

“I heard you took my advice and went onto Hange’s class.” Your hands were shaking while you tried to look effortless, not caring that he was actually trying to have a conversation with you. This was part of your daydream, but now, being here and alone, you just wanted to get out and wait for Marco outside. All of your bones keep screaming run , and yet your lips still were forming sentences you didn’t bother to think of them twice.

“Yeah, thanks, they were so nice, I even took another class with them this semester, maybe after all, neuro is my thing.” You smiled thoughtlessly, the topic was one of your favorites and he always seemed open for a chat. While you had a good relationship with your teachers, Hange and Erwin struck the most, though Hange always went more for a monologue, almost answering themselves by the time the questions in their head reached their voice. It wasn’t complaining, you loved hearing and learning.

“Well, I’m glad you came back to your favorite professors." He smirked, even without glasses you could tell the way his lips rolled, pleased with himself. Does that mean he was referring to himself? I cannot say that he wasn't my favorite, he was my crush the whole semester, but I hope I didn't make it too obvious. "Is that why you came back to me as well?” Damn right, even if I did it unconsciously. But you weren't going to let him know, you tensed your whole body, trying to conceal the agitation his comment did to you, because you were excited to know he recognized you, smug. The fact that he considered himself one of your favorites was just enough cockyness that you'd allow without it becoming stuck-up behaviour, and with that simple comment he reminded you how you fell for him, how he was so magnetic and charming, explaining and tutoring you.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You teased him. Oh no, why tease him now, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? Think at least twice before saying this stuff. You were trying to flee, throwing things at your purse and as you were nearly at the door. Just one more step and you were out of this conversation. He laughed a bit, taking you by surprise, making you look at him one more time, admiring the perfectly neat hair with a fresh undercut and his perfect posture, scrabbling over some papers.

“See you on Thursday, take care.” Erwin smiled at you, maybe it was a smirk more than a smile, but you could hardly tell by the speed you were going. “I’m looking forward to seeing the work of my favorite student.”

-

The previous semester with Erwin.

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“Send him something.” Annie laughed with her whole body, almost spilling the champagne on her bed. “Tell him he’s hot.”

“ANNIE! I cannot do that, he’s my professor.” You leaned forward, protecting your laptop before Annie had any ideas of writing something herself.

“But he is hot.” She gulped the entirety of the glass, serving herself another one, and after realizing the two empty bottles, she finally got up. Barely. “Be right back. OH! And you better have sent him something by the time I come back.” She sent you a little kiss with her hands before closing her door on her way out.

A friday afternoon. 

Pre-drinking with Annie with his dad’s alcohol. 

This was normal. 

What wasn’t normal was you being on the Google Docs, already tipsy and forgetting Historia’s message.

The revision is due this Friday, I completely forgot and I’m at my dad’s. She sent, two hours ago.

Everything ok? You sent, already gulping on your second drink.

Yeah

I’ll tell you all about it on Monday

But can you do it?

I sorrrrryyyyy

You just have to correct whatever comments are left

There must be two

Tops

Plsssssssss

You squinted, the alcohol already in your system playing tricks.

Yeah yeah, dont even worry about it

You’re a sweetheart

Muackkkkkkk :*

And now there were only two. You and Erwin online.

Erwin hated unnecessary mails, so he had access to the doc for revisions through the semester, saving a lot of back and forth of versions.

Historia was right at least, there were two comments to be answered, so you thought that drinking and writing wasn’t such a bad idea.

It was.

Oh it was.

what are you doing here? Whoever made the option for chatting on the document was… a genius or a moron, you were yet to decide.

I’m the professor.

If anything I should be the one asking. Erwin answered quickly. Shit.

we kidna forgot

I don’t think you should be telling me…

why ?

I grade you.

aslong as is done by today it suldnt be an issue

If you keep writing like that it would be. 

You do know I’m also grading the use of proper academic lenguaje?

int he chat aswel?

Well,

No.

see? easy peasy

He didn’t answer. So you got back to work. You changed tabs to the article you were revising, completing the last of the paragraf of the Theoretical Work, just trying to reach for the 5 pages requirement.

You’re citing wrong. Erwin’s chat bubble flared up.

What are your sources?

https://bit.ly/3vRuElg You quickly sent.

Yeah, you’re doing it wrong. And immediately afterwards his cursor took over what you were writing, and he himself started correcting it.

can u give me abreik, im learning ok

Oh no.

His words stopped for a moment, as if he was measuring his next move.

I’m helping, ok?

You’ll get a higher score.

funny, yu’ll be de one grading

And that's precisely why you should be listening.

ican’t hear yu

ur pretty farawy

:p

Oh no! Please stop. Your fingers were far faster than your brain.

Just let me help you.

That way you’ll finish faster and get on with whatever party you’re at.

how you know

It doesn’t take a genius. You’re typing pretty sloppy, you’re never like that.

how do yu even know howm like

You do remember I’m the one grading all your assignments?

but not my text mesages

Touché.

He finishes writing the paragraph you had left to do by the time Annie comes back.

“Well… my dad already called the driver, we need to be ready in like… five.” Her zestful attitude changed to her usual chippy. She was so much better at handling her alcohol. “So whatever flirting you were about to do, better make it quick and invite him over or be done with.” She smiled, knowingly.

“I didn’t do shit.” You responded, light-heartedly pouting.

“Yeah right… as if I didn’t notice the big fat smile. I doubt those freudian stuff are as entertaining as the hottie.” You threw her a pillow, which she dodged easily.

I’m going to pretend you didn’t admit to being drunk and grade you as usual.

but ididt admit nothing

and is not office ahours

and am not even on campus

Touché.

A minute passed.

Well you’re done.

Go have fun.

He is so nice.

kisses, tnks

You’re welcome.

:)

You partied and danced all night. But your brain still fixated on the similey.

The smiley.

You forgot all about the “kisses,tnks” tho.

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[muselin]

See You Later - Part 1

Who: Beomgyu

Group: TXT

What: Beomgyu/f!reader, collegeAU, slow burn, eventual smut, college student!Gyu, model!Gyu

Word count: 2,238

A/N: this is for @bluekais ❤ Hope you enjoy! Sorry that it's taken so long! There will be a Part 2 coming but I got myself elbows-deep into Kinktober so might take a while as well 🎃

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"Tch."

The dissatisfied noise leaving your lips had become habit by now. Just his presence annoyed you, but the fact that he had the nerve to show up late to class almost every time, carrying that stupid skateboard, made your blood boil a little bit. He never studied, never did the assignments, always showed up late and he was still somehow passing this class. This class that you had worked so hard to get into and had to keep working so hard to stay in. It didn't come naturally to you but it did to him and it made you green with envy.

"Ah, Beomgyu-ssi, how kind of you to join us," your professor quipped sarcastically as Beomgyu beamed a smile that was frustratingly charming and headed for the only empty space in the auditorium which, to your displeasure, happened to be next to you.

You didn't acknowledge each other as you continued scribbling furiously into your notebook while Beomgyu sat with his chin leaned on his hand. You noticed that he hadn't taken out anything to write with.

"Now I will hand out your assignments for the next lecture. Remember we have study week, so you will have one week to complete these. Please remain in your seats as you are now."

Your professor proceeded to hand out stacks of papers and you couldn't help noticing that he was handing only one stack for every two students. He was making his way down your row and dropped off an assignment right between you and Beomgyu.

"I can hold it for us," Beomgyu smiled pleasantly as he looked over to you, seemingly unaffected by your sour expression. As the two of you read the instructions for the music production assignment, Beomgyu would stop and mutter to himself every once in a while: "Hmm, I already have a bass guitar for this," "This would be very easy to add a snare to," "I just need vocals and someone to match the drum line to this".

"Alright, everyone ready?" The auditorium hummed with mumbled "yes"es.

"Good," your professor continued, "you will be doing the assignment in pairs, in the order that I've handed the assignments out to you".

You groaned inwardly, noticing yours and Beomgyu's names at the bottom right corner of the cover page.

"Class dismissed!"

You were unsure what to do. You'd have to spend quite a lot of time with Beomgyu to finish this but you didn't have his number and you didn't even know which dorm he was in. Before you could open your mouth to ask Beomgyu when you should meet up, he was getting up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"See you later, Y/N," his voice laced with his regional dialect reached you as an afterthought.

"Tch. Fuck you too, Choi," you muttered.

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It had been four days since you last saw Beomgyu and you were getting nervous. You had started the assignment early and done as much as you could do. You hated to admit it but you really did need him for this. You had worked out a base melody but it was too bare and uninteresting and you knew from hearing him talk to himself that he knew a lot of elements which could add flare and points to the assignment. You hunched over your laptop, browsing the music library. Begrudgingly, at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday, you decided to email him through the university central email list.

### 22:01 ###  Hi Beomgyu, it's Y/N, your partner for the music production assignment. I've thrown some things together but we need to meet to do the rest. I realised I didn't have your number or your dorm address, let me know when we can meet up. ###

You waited for a while after pressing send, just in case he was on his emails right now. At midnight you gave up and went to sleep.

### 03:44 ### Hi! Sorry about that! Can you bring what you have over to mine at about noon tomorrow? Here's the postcode ###

You woke up to the reply from Beomgyu and nearly panicked that you would be late. He didn't live close by at all, the post code seemed to be for a swanky area of newly built apartments downtown, miles away from your suburban campus.

You showered and dressed as quickly as possible. You weren't dressing up for anyone. Jeans, sneakers and a flannel shirt was all Beomgyu was getting from you. You grabbed your laptop and equipment and headed out the door.

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At 11:55, you knocked on Beomgyu's door. He lived on the 13th floor and on the elevator up to his apartment you hoped to whoever would listen that this wouldn't turn out to be as unlucky as the out-of-order sign on the second elevator.

The front door clicked and opened to reveal a somewhat sleepy Beomgyu, dressed in a tshirt and pyjama bottoms.

"Oh, Y/N, you're early," he said, then looked at his watch. You found this ironic, considering he never showed up to class on time.

"Well, not by much. Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said, opening the front door widely for you to walk in past him. "I'll make coffee," he yawned.

As you walked past him you couldn't help but note in your head that he smelled really good. You weren't sure if it was his cologne or laundry but it was the kind that settled pleasantly in your chest and made you want to breathe in deeper. You stopped that train of thought harshly as soon as you felt your mind drift that way. You were perfectly happy with feeling generally mildly annoyed with Beomgyu. It was your comfort zone, even if having to work with him was pushing it.

"So how come you don't live on camp-- Wow..."

Your jaw dropped as you walked into the apartment. It was nothing like the cramped dorm rooms you and your friends shared on campus. It was bright, spacious and well-decorated, with huge windows and a view that rivaled the best hotels in the business district.

"How the fuck are you affording this," the words tumbled out of you with little grace before you could stop them.

"Well, since you ask, I work a lot of side jobs," Beomgyu said nonchalantly as he poured water into the kettle in the open-plan kitchen.

"Really? What do you do?"

"Uhm...," he scratched his neck sheepishly, "at the moment I model."

"You? You model?"

"Yeah, why," he tilted his head at you, looking at you quizzically.

Those big brown eyes, the soft curves of his lips, his chiseled jawline... And his hair looked really soft too. Suddenly from thinking nothing of him you were imagining him as a model. You wondered what he modeled for. Could it be fashion brands? Lifestyle? Prints? Maybe even swimsuits? He always wore those baggy jeans and t-shirts, but maybe...

"Y/N?"

"Oh," you snapped back to him, realising you hadn't answered him. "Yeah I just... didn't know, that's all."

"Uhm, cool. Why don't you drop your stuff off in the room down the hall, the one on the left?"

You nodded and picked up your laptop bag and equipment, your feet sinking into the plush carpet as you padded down the hall. You nudged open the door to the room he'd pointed you to, jaw dropping again for the second time today as you walked in.

The room was a small makeshift studio, with mics, a sound control board and several guitars. Several notepads were strewn about along with a few used coffee mugs and muffin wrappers. It seemed to be the most lived-in space of Beomgyu's house so far and you were suddenly starting to understand why he never seemed to pay much attention to the classes. You dropped your bags off in the corner and sat down at his computer, looking at the various pieces of equipment connected to it.

"How do you like your coffee?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Beomgyu's pleasant voice reverberate in the room. You hadn't heard him come in after you. Covering up your startled reaction, you mumbled your preference and he returned shortly with two steaming mugs, setting them down on his desk.

"Um, so... For this assignment I've tried layering the melodies but it's very bare. I thought we could use it as a starting point and build on it," you said, trying to sound more businesslike.

"That's good, thanks. I actually don't have a lot of time so a head start would be good. I have an hour now but then I need to head out."

Your brow furrowed. An hour? It had taken you three days to put together what you had so far.

"Let's see what you've got," Beomgyu reached for the USB stick in your hands and plugged it into his computer. He downloaded the files and ran them.

An unobtrusive melody filled the small studio. He listened politely, head tilted to one side until it faded out.

"Um... Yeah, I don't play guitar so I wasn't sure what would sound good with that," you started, hands playing with the edges of your shirt nervously. You hated feeling incompetent, especially in front of Beomgyu.

"Yeah, no offence, but it does need a lot more than that," he said. "Let's see what I can do with that."

You sat in your chair and watched him plug one of his guitars into the amp behind you. He tuned it according to the scales in your melody and started to play along.

"Nana naaa," he hummed along quietly. "I don't know about that bar, what do you think," he asked you.

"It's not bad but I think it can go for longer," you replied. Beomgyu nodded, stopping the recording and starting again.

You watched him get lost in his own world as the notes coming from his guitar breathed life into your melody. You watched his fingers strum and pluck, watched his lips open and close in concentration, occasionally the lower one being worried by his teeth. You watched his long hair fall into his face. You simply watched Beomgyu in his zone, not noticing when he stopped playing.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes focused and met his deep brown ones, your lips tensing as you tried to seem attentive.

"Yeah? Yeah, that was good, let's add that in," you spoke quickly.

"Cool," Beomgyu then stood up and reached behind you to switch off the amp. You couldn't stop yourself from breathing in again when his chest and neck nearly brushed across your face. His warm hand dropped to your shoulder, giving you a casual pat.

"Why don't you sit at the computer and keep replaying the recoding while I write down the chords," he suggested.

"Okay, sure," you stood up in the cramped space and there was barely room for you two to switch places. Beomgyu's hands instinctively came up to your waist to steady you as he brushed past you. Your breath hitched but you said nothing as you sat down at his desk and started the recording.

Your combined melody filled the small room and you found yourself nodding along. You hated to admit it but you liked it much more with Beomgyu's additions. You played it several times while he wrote down the chords.

"Right, awesome," he drawled in his dialect after he was finished. "I have to get dressed and head out now, but if you want we can meet up again later today. I won't be done until quite late but I sleep late anyway."

"How late are we talking," you asked suspiciously.

"I would be done about 11, we could meet back here," Beomgyu offered.

You hesitated for a second. It was a lot later than what you considered acceptable but at the same time you didn't trust Beomgyu. You weren't sure you would get any more time out of him than this.

"Okay, deal. Message me when you're done and I'll head over."

"Cool, here's my number," Beomgyu grabbed your phone to type his own number in and called himself. "You okay to let yourself out?"

He left the studio and went into the room across, which you guessed was probably his bedroom. You copied the new files onto your USB before you packed up your things and left the studio as well. On the way you saw that Beomgyu's bedroom door was ajar. You saw him standing with his back to the door as he was pulling his t-shirt over his head. Your lips tensed into a line as you tried to not to make any noise and not even to breathe.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"See you later, Y/N."

You stood frozen in place as your eyes traced the lines of his back muscles to his pretty shoulders, not missing his toned arms flexing as he reached up to push the t-shirt over his head. Your gaze trailed back down his body to his hips where his bottoms were slung low, exposing the two cute dimples at his lower back. He didn't look like he was wearing anything underneath.

Beomgyu dropped his shirt to the floor and you suddenly darted down the corridor, panicked that he would turn around and see you. His bottoms dropped down just as he heard his front door open and shut.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡.2 (𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Part One/ Part Three / Part Four

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College Au.

Summary: Y/N has no idea what to make of the mysterious Park Seonghwa. Does he really like her or is he simply playing with her?

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Flipping the light switches off, Y/N typed in the security code into the pin pad before closing the door behind her, the faint beeping from inside letting her know that the alarm was functioning properly. She honestly wondered at times about if anyone would ever think about robbing a coffee shop. Granted it made a lot of money during certain seasons, but unless you actually work in one, you probably wouldn't think so. Yet it was surprising to know it could make as much money as any famous fast food restaurant. Well.....with those sky high prices, it made sense.

She stopped and checked to make sure she had everything in her bag, not wanting to risk having left her keys inside and find out until she reached her apartment. Satisfied by the confirmation, she began her walk home. If it had been fall or winter, she would have seriously considered taking a bus, even though it wasn't that far away. But it was summer and thankfully there was still an hour left before the sun finally set. She truly believed she was lucky to have found a place to live that was close not only to her workplace, but also her school, even if it was a tiny studio apartment. She felt proud to say it was hers.

Feeling something tug on her sneaker, she looked down and realized one of her shoes was untied. She bent down and began tying it up again, carelessly placing her bag right next to her on the street. She was so focused on her task in front of her, she failed to notice the looming figure in front of her.

"You know anybody could just whisk away your bag and run at this moment?"

She snapped her head back up and saw Seonghwa standing in front of her, an amused smile on his face. He bent down and picked up her bag, dusting off the dirt that had gotten on the bottom part of it in the process.

"Tsk. Tsk. And here I thought you were a more.... what's the word? Meticulous person."

Y/N gave him a questioning gaze before standing up, quickly grabbing her bag from him.

"Not even a thank you?" Seonghwa shook his head.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you went home." Y/N said, clearly confused as to why he'd be there still.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her.

"I thought I told you back in the shop that I'd see you later?"

Y/N recalled the moment, it did seem weird to her that he'd say that.

"Well doll, it's later......and I wanted to see you." He explained, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Y/N let out a tiny scoff.

"Why?"

Seonghwa blinked at her response.

"I thought I made myself clear the other day Y/N. I like you."

Y/N blushed slightly at the memory of him confronting her back in school. She was hoping the shadow from the building in front of her casted enough to hide it from him.

"And I said there would be plenty of time to get to know each other.....well I'm free right now and obviously so are you. So why don't we get something to eat? My treat."

He grinned at her, obviously not expecting her to turn down his offer. Any other girl wouldn't say no to Seonghwa. But Y/N wasn't any girl, and she wasn't about to say yes to someone she hardly knew. Especially not when he acted so strange for her liking.

"No thank you."

She quickly responded and took a step to walk away from him, but his hand reached out and stopped her from moving any further.

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N tried to think of an excuse, any quick excuse to get out of this.

"I'm not hungry." Was the best thing she could think of.

The loud grumbling of her stomach was a dead giveaway of her fat lie. After working 8 hours straight with only a bowl of cereal for breakfast and a muffin on her only break, of course she was borderline starving and needed something in her stomach before it began eating itself. Her hands clutched her stomach, hoping to silence the obnoxious noise, but ultimately just making it more obvious.

Seonghwa looked down at her figure and snorted softly.

"Seriously, I know a really good place here that sells burgers and shakes. Are you really going to say no to free food?"

At this point she could either tell him to fuck off and stomp away home, but ultimately she'd leave even more hungry and would still have to whip up something on the stove that would take approximately half an hour or more. Or she could accept his offer, but it'd mean interacting with him, not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she honestly didn't know what to make of him. He's been straightforward with her all this time, but how was she to know he was being serious? For all she knew, he could just be playing with her. After all, isn't that what all bad boys are known for?

Guess there was only one way to find out.

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Y/N looked around at the 50's themed diner she was in:

Black and white tiled floor that was so clean it almost looked slippery. Cherry red leather seats, either in the form of booths, tables or chairs on the front white counter that stretched at least 40 feet. An array of old records hanged on the wall, whether or not you could actually play them on a record player or if they were just flimsy decorations would forever be a secret. An old juke box was stationed in one of the corners of the counter currently playing The Beatles, its color combination of yellow and blue not quite appealing to the eyes. And of course, a pinball machine was placed near the entrance for kids to waste their quarters on. They even had a light blue 1955 convertible Chevrolet Bel Air for people to go take pictures of or with. At this point it wouldn't have surprised Y/N if waitresses came out of the kitchen in roller skates and started singing songs from Grease or Hairspray.

It became an even more ironic thought when she saw Seonghwa walk back to her with their food. Dressed in a white shirt, distressed jeans, black combat boots and black leather jacket with his hair slicked back, he could almost be a modern day Danny Zuko and for some reason, that thought made her bust a tiny giggle.

"What's so funny?" Seonghwa asked as he sat the tray down in front of her.

"Oh....nothing." She was not about to get caught.

Seonghwa looked at her funny, but ultimately decided not to pry.

"Here you go."

He slipped her food in front of her: a burger the size of her two hands and a 32 ounce chocolate shake with whipped chocolate and a cherry on the top. A well sized platter with regular fries and curly fries made it obvious that they were going to share them. She didn't mind though, the portions were so big she doubted she'd even finish half of it.

She dug into the food, her stomach thanking her for finally putting something in her body. She was so hungry that she didn't care if she was eating like how she usually ate when she was at home, messy and slobbish. She was halfway through her burger, when she caught Seonghwa just staring at her. That's when she started to feel self conscious. She quickly swallowed what was currently in her mouth and grabbed a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Seonghwa giggled at her.

"Don't worry about it. It's pretty refreshing to see a girl not care about how she looks like when she eats, and to actually eat. You have no idea how many girls I've brought here who only get salads and nothing else."

He cringed slightly at past memories of awful dates that make him wanna kick himself for even thinking they were attractive. He blamed himself though. He tended to only look at pretty faces and end up regretting it when he found out they were all self-centered, shallow, and prissy girls that just made his blood boil.

"Maybe that's why I like you. You're different."

He didn't even realize he said that out loud until she whipped her head up at him. He was stunned that he accidentally let that slip, but he was able to play it off coolly.

"How......how can you..... we've never even..?" Y/N couldn't even completely form her question but Seonghwa knew what she was referring to.

Sighing softly, he began:

"Well I'm going to sound like a total creep now but that's inevitable. It was a few months back, when you had changed majors and had to be transferred to our class..."

Seonghwa ignored the usual reprimand of the professor, telling him he was late again. As if he didn't do it on purpose. He just hated this class. It was undoubtedly one of the most boring subjects one could possibly take. He began to stare off into space, not even bothering to listen to what was being said.

He looked around at the familiar faces he saw in class, the same people from last year. Until a head of (insert hair color) hair caught his eye. She was definitely not there before. Seonghwa tried to think if he had ever seen her around before, but couldn't quite remember.

Unknowingly, he found himself staring at her more and more each time they had class together. He found out she had a habit of tapping her pen against her cheek when she was trying to concentrate, she kept everything in her bag organized and hardly socialized with anybody.

One time he followed her to her locker, just to briefly see what was inside of it. You can always tell a lot about a person based on how they decorate their locker. But Seonghwa only saw a few pictures of what he assumed was her family, few friends and a lot of sticky notes with motivational quotes written on them in various sharpie colors, with either stars or diamonds as decorations.

That just peeked his curiosity even more in trying to decipher who the mysterious girl was, and his curiosity turned to fondness for the girl, so he had no choice but to admit that he was attracted to her and wanted to get close to her.

"Wait. Is that why you were staring at me in class the other day?" Y/N asked after he told her all that.

"Took you long enough to notice too. You were so oblivious to it that it was kinda funny." He chuckled.

Y/N looked back at that moment and realized she still had so many questions left.

"But then why did you look angry after I looked away?"

Seonghwa shifted his position, sitting up straighter so he could look at her.

"Why? Cause you looked at me with such a bitch face and even rolled your eyes at me. I was kinda angry and hurt that you did that given how I feel about you." He explained.

Y/N looked at him confused.

"I did not roll my eyes at you."

"Uh....yeah. You did. You looked at me as if I was a bug or something." He corrected her.

"Well..... I was tired and hungry! I'm not in control of my actions or emotions when I'm in that state." She tried defending herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she had no control over her facial expressions.

"Yeah, I've noticed. You weren't all that happy 25 minutes ago when I asked you out on this date." Now it was Seonghwa's turn to roll his eyes at her previous behavior.

"This....this isn't a date!" Y/N exclaimed.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh no? Do enlighten me then. What is this?"

Y/N thought about it for a moment.

"We are just 2 individuals, having a meal together and conversing." She stated.

"Why are we conversing though?" Seonghwa continued to pry.

Y/N hummed.

"Because you said you wanted to get to know me better?"

Seonghwa smiled at that.

"Sounds to me like a date then."

Y/N mentally face palmed. She practically walked into that one herself. She sighed as she picked up one of the fries and dipped it into her milkshake before eating it.

"And now I've learnt one more thing about you: we have similar tastes in eating."

Y/N watched as he mirrored her actions and dipped his fries in his strawberry milkshake. Y/N decided to just finish eating as soon as possible so she could go home early. The sun was starting to set and she didn't like walking home in the dark, even if rarely any crime happened in this neighborhood. She was planning on not saying anything else, but then something popped in her mind that made her ask:

"Wait a minute! The day after the.....incident." She began.

"You mean when you were a total bitch?" Seonghwa teased.

"Haha, funny." She threw a fry at him, causing Seonghwa to laugh even harder.

She had to admit though, he had a cute laugh.

"Anyways, the day afterwards, I heard 2 girls talking in the bathroom about you. They said that you were pissed off at me-"

"I kinda was." He interrupted her again.

"Let me finish!" She cried out rather annoyed.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he stifled another laugh. He found it adorable when Y/N got agitated.

"They made it sound like you were going to beat me up. Something about 'giving it to me'" She held up her fingers in quoting signals.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to decipher what she meant. Then it hit him.

"Oh! No. Trust me, I wasn't going to beat you up. As for 'giving it to you' "

He mimicked her quotation signs, causing Y/N to glare at him for teasing her again.

"I was referring to the notepad you dropped. Remember? I gave it back to you?"

Now she face palmed literally as she realized she hadn't thought about that. And here she thought she was dead meat for sure.

"Was that why you were avoiding me the rest of the week? You actually believed I was going to fight you?"

Y/N swirled her milkshake with her straw, unable to look at Seonghwa in the eyes anymore.

"Y/N? I'm talking to you. You really believed that?"

The authority in his voice made her look up at him, his expression showing offense and indignation at the thought that she actually believed him capable of such a thing.

"Why would you think that?" He continued his interrogation.

"Well..... I don't know! Ok? Maybe cause I've heard so many rumors about you. You don't exactly have the best of reputations at school. Everyone says how you're...."

Her voice trailed off, afraid to finish her sentence, afraid to offend or hurt him in anyway .

"That I'm a delinquent? A criminal?"

Y/N blinked when he said that, as if he could read her mind.

"I know what people say about me, I'm not blind nor deaf to their gossip." He stated, not at all unfazed by what he often heard.

"So does that mean none of it is true?" She couldn't help but want the answer to her question.

"Well depends. Have I gotten into a lot of fights with other guys? Yes. Do I have a temper at times that gets me in trouble? Yes. Have I fucked a bunch of girls just for fun? Definitely. Do I smoke or drink often? I'm not denying it."

Seonghwa reached into his pocket and took out his lighter, twirling it around in his hand a few times so Y/N could get a glance at it before putting it back in his pants.

"But have I ever vandalized, stolen or done anything remotely illegal? No. Have I beaten someone up for no good reason? No."

Y/N listened to his words very carefully. She was amazed how he was calmly telling her all of this.

"And I most certainly have never even thought about lifting a finger against a woman. Especially not one I'm interested in." He confessed abruptly, causing Y/N to gulp her drink a little fast, nearly making her choke.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Seonghwa chuckled softly.

"Don't be. I get why you'd be scared. I just wish you'd get to know the real me......"

He reached his hand out and lightly brushed his finger on the top of her knuckles.

"Kinda like how I want to know you..."

The physical contact sent a weird feeling down her body. It was chilly, yet warm at the same time. She wanted to reach out and lace her fingers in his, and she would have, until a high pitched voice interrupted them.

"Seonghwa! Is that you?!"

They looked over to see a purple haired boy waving his hand in the air, as if his loud voice didn't make his presence already known. A pink haired boy was standing next to him, looking embarrassed as his friend jumped up and down. Having had enough of that, he pulled the boy by his arm and ran over to Seonghwa and Y/N's table.

"Hi! What a coincidence to see you here! Why didn't you tell us you would be here? You could have joined Yeosang and I. He promised to take me out to eat." He pulled whom Y/N assumed to be Yeosang closer to him.

The purple haired boy spoke so loud and fast Y/N had a hard time understand what he was saying.

"Promised? I was threatened." Yeosang replied, causing the other boy to let out a loud laugh, making Y/N think of a hyena.

"Hyung, where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"

Seonghwa blushed and cleared his throat. It was the first time Y/N saw him get flustered and it was definitely funny.

"Y/N isn't my girlfriend-"

"Oh really? Great! Cause she's cute."

The boy wasted no time and held his hand out to her.

"My name is Wooyoung, I'm single, Bi, and I have a driver's license." He winked at her.

"For a moped." Yeosang corrected him.

Wooyoung sent a glare towards his friend.

"Y/N, these are my friends: Wooyoung and Yeosang. They go to our school, but you've probably never seen them cause they're a grade below us."

Y/N nodded and waved awkwardly at them.

"Yeosang, Wooyoung, this is Y/N. She's not my girlfriend, but she's off limits. Ok?" Seonghwa made sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung, silently warning him not to step any further into his territory.

"So if she's not your girlfriend, does that mean she's a fuck bud-"

Yeosang stepped on Wooyoung's foot, causing him to bend over in pain. Yeosang however smiled sweetly as if nothing happened.

"Anyways, it was nice seeing you Hyung. We wouldn't want to take up more of your time. Besides, we'll be seeing you tomorrow at Hongjoong's party. Right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"You know I never pass up an opportunity to party."

"Will you bring Y/N with you?" Wooyoung asked, hoping she'd come.

Seonghwa looked over to Y/N, who tried to think of an answer.

"Uh... no thanks. I wasn't invited so-"

"Who cares? No one needs an invitation these days. It's a frat party anyways, a bunch of strangers end up coming in the end." Wooyoung insisted.

"I'll....think about it." Y/N knew she wouldn't.

"Ok! I'll take it as a yes. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Taking a hold of Yeosang's hand, Wooyoung made his way over to another table, the pink haired boy already looking exhausted at the thought of spending at least 2 more hours with his highly energetic friend.

Y/N smiled softly at them. They were definitely an odd pairing, but they seemed to compliment each other.

"It's getting late. Want me to take you home?" Seonghwa asked her.

"It's fine. I can walk. It's not that far." She refused.

"I insist. I want to make sure you get there safely." He insisted.

Y/N smirked at him.

"Are you really concerned for my safety or do you just wanna find out where I live?"

Seonghwa's mouth dropped at her insinuation.

"I don't..... ok you got me there."

She chuckled at his reaction, but ultimately got up.

"Ok. Fine. Take me home. The worst you can possibly do is murder me and throw my body in a lake."

Seonghwa shook his head and picked up his jacket. He made sure to hold the door open for her when they went out. Y/N didn't even notice he had stopped walking until she heard him whistle behind her. Turning around, she saw him standing next to a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle. She raised her hands and gestured him to explain.

"I told you I was taking you home."

He tapped the seat.

"So come on. Hop on doll."

He began taking out the spare helmet for her to put on. She walked back to him and placed her hands on her hips.

"You kept it parked here the entire time?" She asked him.

"Uh huh." He responded.

Her face was full of shock.

"Did you know that I would say yes to coming here with you?"

"Well not exactly 'knew'.......more like....hoped."

He winked at her before placing the helmet above her head, making sure to strap it tightly.

"Safety first."

After putting on his own helmet, he got on the motorcycle and waited for her to get on. She awkwardly threw her leg over the seat and hesitated to wrap her arms around him. Seonghwa huffed and simply grabbed her wrists to put them on his stomach.

As soon as he started revving up the motorcycle, Y/N tightened her grip around him. Even through his shirt, she could feel rock solid abs underneath it. It made her wonder what he looked like without a shirt. The thought temporarily distracted her from the worry of actually riding in a motorcycle for the first time.

Sensing her fear, Seonghwa grabbed one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze.

"Don't worry doll. I'll keep you safe."

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*part 3 coming soon*

[serenityseventeen]

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Eighth Letter

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To: Xu Minghao

From: Y/N

Dear Minghao,

I just want to thank you for being my friend despite my awkward confession, even if this current friendship might not last long. Actually, I don't think it will.

I'll be honest here since I didn't tell you this yet.

I spent a few years away from love. My high school years had so many different love stories and none of them exactly had a happy ending. They were all bittersweet endings and even the love story with you is a bit bittersweet.

I guess I misinterpreted your actions. I'm not mad or extremely sad that you rejected me, I feel like that put me in my place. Now that I think about it, maybe we weren't meant to be lovers. So, I don't want to drift away from you just because you rejected my confession. I'm not going to love you like that anymore, I want to keep you as a true friend.

I hope you won't feel awkward around me. I can already feel the awkward air but I wish for it to fade quickly. Let's not stop being friends. I'll stop loving you though. I hope you won't think of me differently now that I've confessed. I feel like you would pretend that it's fine but inside, the awkwardness only grows.

As I'm writing this letter, the fate of us is still being determined. Even I don't know what we are going to become. If the ending for us is unhappy and we decide to stop being friends... Well, I would blame myself for it. I would be losing a friend that I adored.

MinghaoI won't ever talk about my confession again so I'm writing this.

, you're a really attractive guy. I'm sure that anyone would fall for you if they got to know you. You're fashionable, fun, kind, warm-hearted, and also a great therapist, haha. You give me the best advice and always listen to my problems whenever I need to let them out. You always encourage me to speak up.

Remember that one time when I was getting yelled at by the professor over a misunderstanding? I was just standing there like a complete idiot, listening to the professor's words of criticism when you stood up and said, “Professor, it wasn't Y/N's fault. If you looked closely, you would have seen that the dress already had holes in it from the beginning. It was a part of the design. As a fashion professor, how could you overlook that?”

Your expression was so serious and you completely cornered the professor. I feel kind of bad talking about the professor like this but I just want to praise you. The professor apologized after class but I knew he was unwilling to admit his mistake.

When you stood up for me for the first time, you left such an admirable first impression. I wanted to get to know you immediately! You were so cool speaking straightforwardly like that and not hesitantly speaking your mind and standing up for me. I still admire you.

Minghao, honestly, I don't think we'll be okay.

The words still kind of hurt me. Whenever I see you, I think back on those words you said to me.

Since I was just a friend that confessed, I don't think you would remember your response to my confession, so let me remind you; not in a bad way. Since this is a keepsake letter, I just want to remind myself.

I think you and I were in front of an art museum together. You invited me along that bright, sunny morning, and of course, after realizing my feelings, I couldn't deny your offer. I was excited.

I'm sure you'll never know my side of the story so I'll tell you everything that happened that day and why it leaves a small scar in my chest. I'm not blaming you for it, I'm blaming myself. Minghao, it's all my fault.

Honestly, I was too expectant. Gosh... I was way too ahead of myself that day. Our friendly hangout in my head was a date.

After you invited me and told me that you'd come to pick me up in 30 minutes, I rolled out of my college dormitory bed and rushed everything. I did my hair, makeup, and tried to dress prettily for you.

I did my best in that short amount of time but the only thing you complimented was my outfit. Sure, I was happy, but also disappointed. I was bummed because I didn't even have a chance to breathe, meanwhile, you were looking as fashionable as ever with almost no effort.

The museum was fun. I always had a knack for art so everything was admirable and lovely. What made it better was that I was able to spend that time with you. We shared our thoughts with each other but to me, you looked way too serious. I should have gotten the hint then that you didn't feel the same way about me as I did toward you.

Suddenly, this lump started forming on my chest and I just felt like I should get it off. I didn't want to hold back anymore so after walking around the art museum, the words just slipped out of my mouth.

Then you went silent while staring at me.

“I'm sorry.”

I said it was fine then because I thought I was really fine with the rejection. But just a bit after, I realized that I couldn't ride in the same car as you. I wouldn't be able to. Everything came flooding back into my brain, the memories of us that I thought were memorable. That's why I told you to leave first. I'm sure you knew that we both were uncomfortable.

After you left, I just sort of... reminisced our sweet moments that seemed romantic enough to make us more than friends. I did that while taking a walk.

I especially remembered the days when we went shopping, worked together after courses and talked about our days. Even these things that seem so small held so many memorable things to me, including moments that made my heart pound and race.

Since you rejected me, friend-zoning me, I can only conclude that you don't like me back, thus the conclusion that these moments meant nothing more than acts of kindness.

Minghao, you shouldn't be so kind, or else people would misunderstand you, like me. Why must you be so attractive? You're masculine but at the same time, you can become so soft and cute and caring.

Anyway, at this point, you've probably lost interest in reading this letter (if you ever read it). I hope you'll trudge on though as I keep going forward with the reminiscing. I know that you like reading, Minghao.

So, when we went to the bookstore, there was something memorable that happened to me there.

Yes, it made my heart pound too.

Yes, it made me fall harder for you.

I was really sleepy that day. All the college work piling up only made me more stressed and I was so tired. You didn't know that I was, did you?

I ended up falling asleep at a table while you were choosing books.

When I woke up, I saw your face. It wasn't upside down, you were sitting next to me, with your head lying against the table, facing me. It's still a question to me why you did that when you could have just woken me up or sat somewhere else, but well, you rejected me.

You and I just stared at each other. I was wondering then, what were you thinking?

At that time, I didn't know how you felt about me, so every little thing was hope. Your face was so close to mine and our bodies were against each other slightly. I was able to feel your warm breath.

“Are you wide awake now?” You asked.

Minghao, when you asked that, I honestly got the feeling that you were nervous because you quickly got up and removed the book you have placed under my head while I was sleeping.

You? Nervous? I guess I was wrong.

Even now, I feel a bit hopeful that maybe sometimes, I did make your heart race, but that's all just false hope.

We went clothes shopping around a month ago.

You wanted to get some new hats and I tagged along because we were friends. While picking hats, we were talking about normal stuff that we always talk about, so I was busy with that conversation. I was talking to you while looking at hats and then suddenly, I felt a hat plop down on my head.

When I turned around, I nearly bumped into your chest. Your hand was still on my head, where the hat was placed. I was so nervous and my whole body was burning up, you know that?

After that, you had to attack again with your soft giggles and smile, making me completely melt.

Then, you took off the hat and patted my head and ruffed my hair, then continued the conversation as if you didn't just do that to me. Of course, you probably never knew how I felt.

This is the last one, I promise.

I picked this one carefully.

That day after courses. It was a rainy afternoon and we were together at the library, studying and working together.

It was getting dark but we didn't expect the rain so we didn't take umbrellas with us. We ended up staying at the library for hours, just talking.

That was the important, special part of this memory.

We talked a lot and I was happy. You made a lot of jokes and I learned a lot more about you. You also smiled a lot. I was just really happy to be around you, talking about your life and mine.

I don't know why this one is the most memorable for me. I just always, constantly, remember the scene of us sitting at a table in the library, talking to each other beside a window painted with raindrops.

I don't know if you felt it but to me, it seemed more like we were flirting.

Minghao, now that I've reached the near end of this letter, I think I've decided the future for us.

Let's not stay friends. I don't want to fall for you. I don't want to love you. Being your friend would only make it worse for both of us since you didn't feel the same way.

You asking me to your b-boy competitions, you asking me to look at your art projects, it was all just normal things that friends would do but I overreacted.

It's all my fault and I'm sorry for it. I'm sorry and I know that I can't fix our friendship. I was such a fool.

Minghao, I hope you can find a better friend than me; A friend that doesn't misunderstand you, a friend that can love you without falling for you romantically, a friend that can be better than me.

My love stories always have a bittersweet ending so don't worry, you're not the only guy.

Thank you for being my friend for a year. I really appreciate it. You were a great buddy, fun, kind, serious, and caring.

I'm sorry for being this way.

I'm sorry for what I did, though I can't take back my confession.

I shouldn't have fallen in love, right?

Sincerely,

Y/N

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© serenityseventeen

7/1/21 - 10:28 pm

a/n: Get well! Wishing our best leader a healthy recovery!!! + it's the month of July, which means... Wonwoo's bday (and my sister's). + Ending fairy Boo = iconic ><

[itsadamcole]

graduation day pt.2

fem!reader x finn balor

It’s been two months since reader graduated college. Her and Finn’s new relationship is going strong. She’s applied for a position as teacher’s assistant at the college she graduated from so she has a reason to continue living nearby to be with Finn. The two decide to keep their relationship on the down low since he is her former professor. She finds out that it’s not easy to keep a relationship on the down low, especially when she finds out the teacher she is assisting is the woman that has had a thing for Finn for the longest time .... “you are so fucking hot when you’re jealous”

word count: 3.6k+

warnings: a former teacher/former student relationship, angst, smut

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You’re getting ready for your first day of work when your phone begins to ring. You see that “finn ♡” has popped up. You answer right away.

“Look who it is,” you say, smiling as you brush out your Y/H/C hair before tying the natural waves up in a high ponytail. “I was just thinking about you.”

Your new boyfriend laughs over the phone and says, “I can only imagine what was goin’ through that pretty little head of yours. Anyway, have ya found out who ya are assigned to assist?”

As Finn talks through the phone, you put on your outfit for the day. When he’s done speaking, you say, “Not yet. I report to the English department head.” I did request to be put in the English department so there’s more of a chance that I’ll be put with you.”

The outfit you’re wearing today consists of a simple short sleeved black dress with converse black and white sneakers.

Finn says, “Well, stop my my office when ya get assigned. Maybe I can tell ya a little about the teacher ya were assigned to so ya know what to expect.”

You add some light makeup to your look as you say, “I will. I have to get to the school so I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Alright,” Finn says. “See ya in a bit.”

The two of you say your goodbyes. You gather your things, including phone, wallet, and little backpack in case you’re assigned to grade something.

It’s 7:30 in the morning. You woke up an hour ago to shower and get dressed. You don’t have to be at school until eight but you want to grab coffee from Dunkin.

You get into your car, throwing your things in the back.

The past two months have been anything but ordinary for you. Since graduation day, you and Finn have been attached at the hip. You're always at his place or he's over at yours. The new relationship between the two of you has needed some getting used to.

He convinced you to stay nearby by getting a job as teacher's assistant. You're getting paid a decent amount too because it's a private college. It was this or go home to New York, which would be over a thousand miles away. You were not interested in leaving Finn this soon. So you applied for the job.

Once you got hired, Finn told you that he wanted to keep the new romance between the two of you a secret. You immediately agreed. Finn's well known among the teachers and students and you had some friends in the grade below you. It wouldn't look good if it came out that you and Finn were in a relationship.

He's your former professor. You're his former student. You only graduated almost three months ago.

There's also an almost seventeen year age difference between you and Finn. You turn 23 in a few months and Finn is 39. Neither you or Finn care about the age gap. It just wouldn't look very good for either of you if the relationship between the two of you was public.

You think about the past two almost three months in the short ride to Dunkin. You go through drive-thru to get your coffee and two donuts.

A medium mocha iced coffee with some cream, sugar, and some extra mocha to make it a little more sweet. You get two glazed donuts to eat on the way to school.

You and Finn both embraced the change of relationship. You went from teacher and student to lovers. Some would find it weird, especially with the age gap, but it never bothered you or him. Finn definitely still moves like he’s in his 20s and not about to hit is 40s.

When you arrive at school, you remember the last time you were here. You pulled up almost three months ago to confess your feelings to your teacher before proceeding to sleep with him in his office. It was the best sex of your life. The few times you've had sex since have been good, but nothing compared to what happened in the office on graduation day.

You pull into a spot in the teacher's parking lot. You park in the back of the lot. Once parked, you reach back and grab your things out of the backseat before getting out of the car. You secure the backpack on your shoulders before walking toward the English building, half drank iced coffee in hand.

The campus has teachers and students roaming around. It's almost eight in the morning. You're sure a few classes have begun by now.

You take the elevator to the fourth floor, walking down the hallway. You pass Finn's office, which is only a few doors down from the head of the English department.

Once you're outside the department head's door, you knock four times then wait.

An older man, probably late 50s or early 60s, answers the door. He's dressed very professional.

"Ah, Miss L/N," he says. "I've been expecting you. Please, come in."

You give him a kind smile before walking into the larger office. You're not surprised it's a big office. He is the department head.

The name plate on his door said "Dr. Dennis Hart PhD. Head of English Department". You sit across from Dr. Hart at his desk.

Dr. Hart says, "It's always wonderful to see former students getting a job here at the school. You did phenomenal in your English classes over the last four years so this department is lucky to have you."

You give a little laugh and say, "I'm just giving back to the school that gave me an amazing college experience. It's good to be back."

The older man smiles and says, "Now. The teacher I've assigned you to is Miss Veronica Rodriguez. She's a wonderful teacher and has been teaching here for five years. She teaches 407 English to seniors and her classroom is right below us, next to Mr. Balor's classroom. I saw you had him last year for English."

You nod and say, "I did. How is Mr. Balor? He was one of my favorite teachers and I never got to say goodbye and thank you to him."

When you and Finn agreed to keep your relationship on the down low, you both also agreed to act like you haven't seen each other since graduation day to throw off any suspicions.

Dr. Hart says, "He's been good. Very excited to be coming back for his tenth year of teaching."

"Ten years, wow," you say, almost shocked. Almost. "That's a long time. I didn't even think he was old enough to be teaching ten years."

The older gentlemen laughs and says, "He's older than you probably thought. Alright, class begins in about fifteen minutes so head on down and introduce yourself to Miss Rodriguez before class begins."

You nod and thank Dr. Hart before leaving the room. You walk down the hallway, checking to make sure no one is behind you before you slip into Finn's now open office. He sits at his desk.

"Hey," Finn says, facial expression brightening when he sees you. "How'd it go? Who ya assisting for the semester?"

You sit across from Finn at his desk and say, "Veronica Rodriguez. You know anything about her?"

Finn blinks at you before he says, "She's been up my butt for years. She's had a thing for me since she started teaching here and it's not a secret either. It's also not a secret that I've been rejecting her over and over again. She's a good teacher. She just needs to leave me alone."

You raise your eyebrows and say, "Wow. Well, don't worry. I'll do everything I can to keep her away from you."

He smiles and you look at the time. Ten minutes before class. You stand up and say, "Well, I've got to go to class. Are we meeting up for lunch here?"

Finn nods and says, "Of course. I'll see ya then."

You smile and lean over the desk, pressing a very light kiss to Finn's lips before leaving the room.

You head downstairs, walking to the classroom.

When you reach your destination, you knock on the door before opening it.

Miss Rodriguez is a younger woman. She's probably early or mid 30s and she's beautiful.

She looks at you and says, "You must be Y/N L/N. Dennis told me I'd be getting a teacher's assistant this semester and he told me you were a former student."

You nod and say, "That's me, and yes I am. I graduated in May." It's now mid-August.

Miss Rodriguez says, "Well, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Veronica or Ver, whichever you like. You don't need to be formal with me since we're co-workers."

You give her a nice smile. She seems like a very nice person. She tells you the schedule of her classes. Two classes on Monday and Thursdays. One class on Tuesdays, three on Wednesdays, none on Friday, and a late night class on Saturday. The only very early classes are on Monday and Thursday at 8:20 in the morning.

As students start trickling in, Veronica says, "I teach seniors who aren't very awake this early. This can be a little tricky sometimes but you'll get the hang of it. When I'm out sick or visiting family, I'd like you to come in and just assign some work then you can dismiss the class."

You nod.

Right as Veronica begins class, you look over at the doorway to see Finn standing there. You try not to have a reaction as Veronica notices. "Mr. Balor," she says. "Nice to see you. How was your summer?"

Finn says, "Eventful." You have to cover your smile. "How was your summer, Ver."

"A little less eventful," she says. "I stayed in most of the time, reading books. Um, why didn't you return my calls?"

You raise your eyebrows a bit and Finn glances at you before he says, "Like I said, my summer was very eventful. I apologize."

Veronica says, "Well maybe we can just skip over the phone calls and you can take me out to dinner."

Jealousy hits you like a truck. You want to say something but you know you can't. All you can do is bite your lip to stay quiet.

Finn gives a breathy laugh and he says, "After class we'll talk. Oh, and Y/N?" You look at him. "Nice to see that ya keep gnawing on that lip of yours. I'd stop doing that before ya cut it open."

He said that to you on graduation day. Your face heats up a little bit and let your lip snap back into place.

The door to the classroom closes and class begins.

***

After class ends, you make your way up to Finn's office. He's still in class so you sit in the spiny chair behind his desk.

Several minutes pass before you hear his voice outside. Not only his voice but Veronica's too. You hide under Finn's desk as the two walk into the room.

"... didn't tell me no in front of my students," Veronica is saying. "I'm thankful for that."

Finn says, "I've told ya no many times. I'm not interested in ya, Ver. You're a nice woman, and I'd even say attractive, but I'm not interested."

Veronica is quiet before she says, "Is it because of a wife? Or a girlfriend? Because I don't care about that, Finny. You know this"

"Get out of my office, Ver," Finn sighs, clearly annoyed. "Now."

You hear someone leave and peek out to see only Finn in the room. He looks over and sees you peeking out from over the desk.

He says, "Ya can come out, Y/N."

Slowly, you make your way out from under the desk and walk up to Finn. "I don't like how she can openly flirt with you," you say, pouting.

Finn's hands intertwine with yours and he says, "I'm all yours, my princess."

You pout some more and say, "It's not fair, Finn."

He says, "Relax, Y/N. I have no interest in her whatsoever. It's only you." He presses light kisses to your cheek and you look at Finn. His light kisses make their way to your neck, making you sigh.

"We are not doing this in your office again," you gasp as Finn grips your thighs right under your butt.

He smiles against your neck and says, “I never said we would, love.”

You giggle and say, “Come by my place when you get off work and we can do that there.”

Finn says, “I’ll definitely be there at four then.” You smile and nod before pecking his lips.

“I should head down to the classroom to make sure everything’s okay,” you say. “I’ll come back at lunch.”

He nods and says, “I’ll see ya in a few hours. Maybe I’ll come check on ya to make sure ya are okay.”

You smile and say, “If you hear yelling coming from my classroom then you should come running because I might be about to kill Veronica.”

Finn laughs and says, “Don’t kill her, Y/N. Please.”

You peck Finn’s lips before leaving the classroom.

Veronica dumps a little work for you to do. Just to make sure that everyone did the in-class assignment and to mark people who didn’t.

Noon hits and you go to the cafeteria to grab your lunch. You are in line when someone comes up behind you. You glance behind you to see Finn.

“Y/N,” he says. “Good to see ya again. How was your summer?”

You nod and say, “Good. Very eventful. How was yours, Mr. Balor?”

Finn says, “Also eventful. How about ya come by my office and have lunch with me so we can catch up?”

As you grab your lunch, you nod and say, “That sounds good.”

Finn laughs softly as the two of you grab your lunch. You pay and Finn pays before the two of you head to the office.

You walk into the office and Finn closes the door behind you. You sigh and sit at Finn’s desk. You begin to eat and Finn says, “I can’t wait for this day to be over.”

“I agree,” you say, swallowing the bite of your veggie burger.

The door opens and Veronica walks in. She says, “We usually have lunch together, Finny.” She sounds like a child and it annoys you.

Finn has a look on his face and he says, “We had lunch together one time, Ver.”

Veronica says, “It’s a little inappropriate to have lunch with a former student.”

“We’re catching up,” Finn says. “And she works in the department now. She’s a co-worker now.”

You look back at Veronica and you say, “You know what’s actually inappropriate? Begging someone to go out with you when said someone isn’t interested.”

Finn’s eyes widen and Veronica says, “Excuse me. That’s no way to speak to me. I can have your job.”

You smirk and say, “Go ahead. Try to take my job, but imagine what would happen if I went to your superior and told them that you harass Mr. Balor here.”

Veronica says, “Dr. Hart spoke so highly of you and you are not what I expected.”

“Yeah, well, I can tell that Mr. Balor is tired of your shit and he’s too nice to say anything about it so I will,” you say, turning in your seat to face Veronica. “I’m telling you now because he won’t. Back off of him.”

She looks taken aback by my comment. Her jaw is almost to the floor and Finn’s hiding a smile behind his hands.

Veronica says, “Keep speaking to me in that matter and I’ll make your life hell for the semester.”

A comeback immediately comes into your head as you say, “It’s already hell because I’m assigned to you.”

Veronica has a pissed off look on her face and she says, “Whatever.” She leaves the office and you look at Finn. He’s looking right at you.

“Ya are so fucking hot when you’re jealous and telling someone off,” he says.

You giggle and say, “Relax Finny Boy. A few more hours then you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, I plan on doing whatever I want to ya,” he says, smirking at me.

***

You get back to your apartment at 3:30. Finn won’t be here for a half hour so you decide to get into something a little sexier than this plain black dress.

You put on a white lacy bodysuit. The whole thing is a little bit see through and the neck dips down low, exposing your cleavage. You keep your hair up and lay across the bed, laying on your side and facing the door.

Finn has a key. You gave him the extra key you had so he can walk into the apartment whenever he wants to. He’s only scared you once and he learned his lesson.

At four on the dot, the front door to your apartment opens and you hear Finn call, “Y/N?”

“Bedroom,” you call back.

The door is open and several seconds later, Finn appears in the doorway. His neatly tied tie now hangs draped over his neck and the first few buttons on his shirt are now unbuttoned.

His eyes darken with lust when he sees what you’re wearing.

“Like something you see, Finn?” you tease.

He nods and he keeps staring at you. You get off the bed and you walk up to Finn.

You hook your fingers in the belt hooks of Finn’s pants and look up at him. You say, “You’re mine, Finn. All mine.”

Finn echos, “All yours, my love.”

You smirk and say, “Good. Now fuck me until I can’t walk.”

That’s all Finn needs to hear before he picks you up by your thighs and walks you over to the bed. His lips are on your neck as he walks over to your bed. You gasp and giggle.

He drops you on your back on the bed and kicks off his shoes while starting to unbutton his pants.

You bite your lip gently as Finn undresses himself in front of you. Your eyes trace every muscle on his body.

Finn’s down to his boxers when he crawls on top of you, hovering over you between your legs. His lips crash to yours and they move harshly. You move your hips so your crotch rubs against Finn’s bulge. He lets out a low groan into the kiss then pins your hips to the bed. “I don’t think so, love,” he says, pulling away from the rough kiss. Ya told me to fuck ya until ya can’t walk so no teasing.”

You pout as Finn gets on his knees between your legs. His fingers hook onto the straps of your lingerie and he pulls the piece down until your naked as the day you were born.

Finn smirks as he admires your body. His hands roam a bit and you smile, watching his hands. They dip below your waist and his fingers run through your folds. You gasp as Finn pushes two fingers into you.

“Oh, Finn,” you sigh. He moves his fingers hard into you, scissoring you open. Your gasps and moans fill the room. You grab onto the silky bedsheets.

Finn move his fingers in and out of you roughly and quickly for a few moments before he pulls them out. You whine and look at Finn.

“Patience, my love,” he says, pulling off his boxers so his erect member is free. You reach out for it and Finn pins your wrists to the bed.

Finn leans down and says in your ear, “Tonight’s about ya, love. I’m gonna make sure ya know that I belong to ya and ya only.”

As soon as he’s done talking, he pushes himself into you. You moan softly and you put your hand on Finn’s biceps. As he begins to thrust into you, you dig your fingers into Finn’s arm.

Finn’s hands are on either side of your head, propping himself up. Your legs are wrapped securely around Finn’s waist as he moves hard and deep into you. His forehead rests on yours.

He moves roughly but almost in a careful way. He’s never moved like this before.

You slide your hands to Finn’s cheeks as he moves. You kiss his lips slowly, moaning as his thrusts get faster.

After a second, you roll and straddle Finn’s waist. You lower yourself onto his member and move your hips. His hands are on your waist, helping you move your hips.

“I’m yours,” Finn moans. “All yours, Y/N.”

You echo, “All mine.” You ride Finn like you never have before. You move like he moved. Roughly but carefully.

Finn sighs, “Come with me, princess.”

You nod and Finn counts down from three. Both of you come together, like the first time the two of you had sex in Finn’s office. You moan and cry out as you release around Finn. He groans as he releases his seed into you.

You roll off Finn and lay beside Finn.

As you both lay on the bed beside each other, you say, “That felt different but a good different.”

He laughs softly and says, “It did. It felt really good. I loved it.”

“And I love you,” you suddenly blurt out. You quickly cover your mouth and look at Finn.

The Irishman smiles and he leans over, kissing your neck softly. He mumbles by your ear, “I love ya too.”

[sam-winchesters-lost-shoe]

Day 11: Kevin x Reader

Ship: Kevin Tran x Reader

Trope: College Au

Type: Fluff

Words: 1.2K

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"Alright, let's see......which particles in soil are the smallest and retain the most moisture?"

"Come on, Kevin, lets take a break." You begged and leaned forward so your head was resting against the table. You had been studying for so long that the questions were starting to blur together more and more, and no matter how much you thought about it you couldn't remember the answer. .

"It's clay." Kevin answered and flipped to another study card. You sighed and sat back up while he continued to start the next question. You cut him off with a groan.

"Kevin, we've been at this for hours. Can we take a break for a little bit? I'm starving, let's get some food or something."

He looked up at you and nodded slowly, almost a bit hesitant. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you and reached out to put your hand over his.

You had asked him to help you study. You weren't exactly at the top of your class, so when you had been having a hard time with your latest unit of Earth Science, he had gladly accepted to help tutor you. It was almost like he didn't realize how tired you had gotten, and now he was suddenly aware of all the work you had been doing.

"Kevin, my test isn't for a week. We've got lots of time, okay? I appreciate it and everything, I really do, but I just need to take a breather. Why don't we order a pizza and watch a show?"

"Yeah....sorry." He apologized and closed up your binder of notes. He slid it across the table and smiled back, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

"I'm pretty hungry too, actually. Pizza sounds great."

You grinned and reached for your phone, dialing the number of the closest pizza place while Kevin moved over to the couch to start looking for something you could watch. It wasn't a rare occurrence for your studying to end this way. He'd been your best friend since you started college, and since you had been taking a few of the same classes you got along pretty much right away. He was practically your only close friend that was at the same school, but you didn't mind at all.

Half an hour later you were both munching on delicious pizza and watching reruns of The Office. It was pretty late by now, but you curled up under the blankets with Kevin's side presses against yours on the small couch.

You hadn't even realized how late it had gotten until your head drooped down to rest on his shoulder. By now Kevin was already snoring softly, so you didn't fight the exhaustion that crept up.

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"Crap! It's already 8:00!" Kevin hissed and jumped to his feet. Your head had still been on his shoulder, so when he got up you almost fell over.

"Kevin? What's wrong?" You yawned and rubbed your eyes. He hurried to change into a clean sweater, since he had dropped a slice of pizza on his shirt the night before.

"I forgot to set an alarm. Class starts in 20 minutes."

"What?!" You shrieked and jumped up a moment later. You both began your panicked frenzy to get ready as quickly as possible, deciding to skip breakfast and opt for a piece of gum instead of toothpaste. Approximately 4 minutes later you were both in the car and driving to school, dressed in clean clothes but in need of a shower.

Luckily your apartment was only a few minutes from the campus, so you pulled into the parking lot with a few minutes to spare. You and Kevin scrambled into the lecture hall and took your seats just as the professor was getting ready to start the lesson. You both let out audible sighs of relief, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourselves down.

Glancing around at your classmates, you felt eyes on you. A few people were looking over at you and whispering, but you had no idea why. Then the girl sitting next to you scribbled something on a scrap of paper and passed it over to you discreetly.

You took the paper and unfolded it, eyes widening when you read her small, scribbled font.

Did you and Kevin sleep together last night?

You whipped around to face the girl, face burning pink as you hissed "What the hell is this?" Under your breath.

The girl raised an eyebrow and leaned closer.

"Your clothes are all wrinkled and your hair is a mess. Plus you guys drove here together."

You couldn't form a response at that, glancing at Kevin out of the corner of your eye. Luckily he was too focused on the lesson to make out what the girl was saying.

"Hey, I'm not shaming you or anything. I went to high school with him, and I've never seen him date anyone. Just curious is all."

"No, we didn't......" you shook your head and folded up to note to stuff it in your pocket before Kevin noticed.

"He was helping me study and we fell asleep watching TV. Nothing happened."

"Oh. I thought you guys were kinda cute, too. He gets nervous around people sometimes, but he doesn't seem to get too nervous around you. It just seemed like there was something going on."

The girl shrugged and went back to listening to the lecture while you sat in stunned silence. You snuck a glance at Kevin out of the corner of your eye, fighting a smile upon seeing his messy hair that he didn't have time to comb.

Nothing had happened between you two. You had been friends for years now, ever since starting college. There were times that you wished it would progress to something more, but he hadn't exactly shown any romantic interest.

But then again, he had fallen asleep last night with his arm around you. He'd never done that before. You'd be lying if you said the idea of a relationship with him hadn't been appealing to you before. He was one of the kindest people you'd ever met, insanely smart, and although he was shy he had a good sense of humor. You practically went everywhere with him already, so you weren't surprised if people thought you were dating.

You felt a bit of heat coloring your face and looked down at the desk, watching the way his pencil moved on the paper.

Oh. Right. Notes.

You hurried to get out your binder and take notes. You started scrambling to catch up, and he slid his notebook over so you could copy things down.

"Thanks." You whispered and leaned closer so you could get a better look.

"Don't worry about it." He replied, smiling back at you. You looked up and saw the innocent grin on his face. You felt your cheeks start to burn again and focused on writing.

Your arms were practically touching again, and it only reminded you of the way you'd fallen asleep the night before.

You glanced over at the girl next to you, who winked playfully at you as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.

Maybe she had a point after all.

[endlessearlgrey]

Aghck! I have a mighty need for jack Morrison college professor stuff! Preferably student teacher romance ^///^ I really love your style of writing and I think you'd be good with this? But I don't want to bother you of course ^^; much love and keep up the good work!

Hello Anon! Thanks for being so patient with me! I really hope you wanted Reader (gender neutral) x Jack Morrison because that’s what I inferred. I thought this would have been an easy prompt to write, but my brain dragged me to the gutter and I couldn’t help but write a more mature situation. I hope you’ll be okay with that? It’s pretty much my first mature piece of content (Ugh I know…) which was the reason it took a bit longer (and you know life..) Thank you again!  Send me more prompts if you have time! NSFW after the cut.

As Professor Morrison was wrapping up his lecture for the day, the class was already getting restless, shuffling books and packing bags. His voice grew louder to accommodate the noise, trying to get his last few sentences out.

“-next class we’ll be discussing chapter 4 and 5, so make sure you get those readings done!” When he said nothing more, the class erupted with activity, as if someone pressed the unmute button. You were talking to your friend while she packed her belongings about your plans for the weekend, hand supporting your chin as you look up at her. It was when she said her goodbyes, that you glanced down the rows to see if Professor Morrison was occupied with students. There were always students asking questions about the lecture, or the few who wanted to ask for his advice about their assignments and papers. Your gaze skipped the line of students to study his face as he spoke, brows slightly furrowed with concentration while listening to them. Your eyes trailed down, admiring the way his dress shirt stretched over his broad chest, always seeming to be the perfect balance between professional and attractiveness. Those pants too, God, don’t get you started on what they did to his ass.

There was always a fantasized notion of what college was, in which social media had implanted into naive students. The idea where there was a hot professor that everyone talked about and fought to be in their class. You would shamefully admit going into your first semester, you eagerly popped into the first day of your classes with high hopes. But after witnessing a late 50’s man trying to reach the top of the white board, exposing his beer belly to the class, you could safely say all expectations were destroyed. You remembered clearly the first day you entered English in the second semester, barely looking at the professor until he greeted you, and you had to remember not to look like an idiot with your mouth wide open.  He was by far one of the youngest professors you had, guessing around his middle thirties. Blonde hair, gentle blue eyes, and a smile that could start a war. You weren’t the only one who found him attractive, since pretty much everyone else had the same infatuated look on their face when they first saw him.

You waited patently, one by one the line of students grew shorter ,until there was only one left. That was when you packed your bag and slowly made your way down to the front of the class. He saw you as you stepped behind the student, making eye contact before flicking his attention back to the student. “Thank you Professor Morrison, I guess I’ll try to look at it in that perspective,” the student said, turning to leave.

“No problem, Mike, just open your mind a little and see how things are from the other side.” He raised a hand as a goodbye, watching him go halfway up the lecture hall before looking down at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Well, how can I help you?” You caught that slight teasing tone underneath his words, his arms crossing as he leaned against his desk. You shot a smirk back, purposely rolling your eyes.

“Oh I don’t know Professor, just a student looking for answers.” His mouth twitched, fighting hard against a smile. He hummed in question, turning around and walked to the other side, gathering his notes.

“And what questions do you have?” You took over his spot, hopping up to sit on the desk as he packed his bag.

“Oh you know, why’s the ocean blue? Why does a dog always know when you start eating? What’s the meaning to life? Those important questions.” You swung your legs back and forth, staring at the empty lecture hall. It should be empty for the next ten minutes before the next class starts to fill in. You caught the slight chuckle behind you, accompanied by the rustling of paper and the zipping of his bag.

“You do remember I am an English professor, not a Science or Philosophy professor.”

“Well in a way, an English professor can touch upon all topics, including science and philosophy. Depends on what you read right? And being such an accomplished and well-liked professor…” You dragged out, fully grinning, as you imagined the exasperated look he must have on his face. Instead of a sigh you were waiting for, a firm hand placed itself on your lower back, making you straighten up with a jolt. A warm breath blew across your ear, sending the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing as a delicious, rumbling voice whispered into your ear.

“Mmm a well-liked professor huh? And who would like little old me.” Your hands clenched the edge of the desk, the tone he was using was strictly used in your private moments alone away for the college. His hand dragged down your spine, leaving a trail of fire before settling on your hip. Morrison walked in front of you, his face close enough that you could count the sun kissed freckles on his cheeks. He placed his other hand beside you on the table, trapping you in between his arms as he leaned even closer. You gulped, noticing his attention was focused on following his hand as it moved from your hip to finger the top of your pants. You could tell by the way your face seemed too hot to touch that you were blushing fiercely, squirming as his fingers teasingly dipped inside and ran gently along the edge of your underwear. The fact that he was doing this in a lecture hall- at school- where anyone could come in anytime; it caused a faint alarm to sound in the back of your mind, urging you to stop him in case someone caught the two of you. But holy shit, this was hot as fuck. You couldn’t help but whimper as his fingers drifted lower, sliding along hot skin, towards the place where you wanted it the most.

He glanced up from underneath his eyelashes, his teeth nipping his bottom lip as he smiled at you, watching your reaction. “Jack…” You gasped out, short of breath as his fingers stopped just inches away.

“Hm?” His index finger drawing circles, sparks of pleasure burned through your body. You were barely able to break eye contact with his dilated eyes, peeking over his shoulder at the lecture hall door.  Your glance only made him grin even wider, reading your face like an open book.

“Worried someone will come in?” His finger stopped drawing circles, stilling to just a constant, aggravating pressure a few inches away. For a second, you thought he was going to kiss you on the lips as he leaned forward; but he dipped past your face to place gentle nips along your neck, trailing up until he reached your ear. “Worried they’ll see how inappropriate this all is?” His voice hoarse and deep, causing you to visibly shiver.

“Jack…” You licked your dry lips, taking in small sips air because that was all you could do at the moment. How was your mouth so dry when the rest of you was sweating? It didn’t help that Jack’s body usually felt like a furnace at any given time. “Please…”

He nipped your earlobe, running a lick along the shell of your ear before relinquishing it and whispered,  “Since you asked so nicely.” His hand slipped down those ached for inches and your eyes rolled back, your body straightening and tensing as if electricity ran through your body. A louder than wanted moan slipped from your lips, echoing in the empty lecture hall as your hands gripped onto his shoulders, digging your nails into the firm muscles. Morrison moved his head back so he could watch you, taking in every flutter of eyelids, memorizing your face as you scrunched your brow tightly with pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry. He always knew how to get you going, to drive you straight towards the edge with no hesitation. He kissed you then, tongue running along yours, mapping your familiar mouth. You tried to respond the best you could, arching your chest so it brushed against his. His touch was addicting, his taste was like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of. The added grind against his body made a satisfying groan erupt from his throat as he broke the kiss. Your body started shaking, a tell tale sign you were rapidly hurling towards the end.

“Please!” You all but shouted, barely opening your eyes to look at the man who was panting himself, his dark eyes fixated on your face.

“Please what? Come on you can say it, I’m listening,” He puffed out. You shook your head, eyes closing again, unable to stutter the words out as you were right at the edge of the precipice; just the tiniest bit more and–

He suddenly stopped, whipping his hand out of your pants as if he got burned. Your body was still throbbing, pulsing with arousal, but when he stopped touching you, your body deflated like a balloon. Soreness ran through your limbs as your body relaxed from minutes of consistent tension. You hadn’t noticed a quiet beeping alarm until your breathing slowed and you opened your eyes. Jack stood in front of you, smugness colouring his face. He brought his hand in front of your eyes, waiting for you to notice the wetness on his fingertips, before he bringing them to his mouth, his tongue swiping over them. You whimpered at the sight, another pulse of heat shot down to your pelvis. He reached down to his groin, adjusting himself through his pants, before he cleared his throat. It was nice to know you weren’t the only one enjoying yourself. He discreetly wiped his hand on his pants before turning the alarm off on his watch.

“I think we should bring our discussion to my office. From what your questions were, I feel like it’ll take longer than the time we have here,” he said loudly. However, something in his tone made you sit up from your slouched position. He was using his teaching voice, the strong, confident and enunciated tone you heard every other day. He scanned down your body once from bottom to top, before making sure you were looking at him. His eyes darted to the side quickly before returning to your confused gaze, one of his eyebrows arching up. It was only then that you heard footsteps coming; a slow but steady noise of someone going down some stairs. Your eyes widened comically, immediately jumping down from the desk to stand in front of Jack, his tall frame shielding you from view. It was that tall frame that initially blocked out your line of sight to the door at the top of the lecture hall, making you miss the fact that someone had entered the room. Heat bloomed on your cheeks, almost unable to believe you were so close to being caught. You ran your hands down your clothes, smoothing any wrinkles and fixing anything undone. He turned around, his heated expression replaced with an easy- going smile, as he greeted the person coming down the stairs. Conveniently, he held his bag in front of him, cleverly hiding any evidence of what transpired only moments ago.

“Ah Professor Amari, sorry we’ve lingered so long. There was quite a few students asking questions today and I’m afraid my long winded answers delayed me from getting through the questions faster.”

The woman waved her hand nonchalantly, smiling back at him. “Oh don’t worry about it, I know how some students are. No harm done!” She seemed to notice you as she came closer and smiled politely. “Professor Morrison must have done a bad job today if there were so many students lining up for questions right?” She joked, which you gaped at her in shock, eyes bouncing between her teasing gaze and Morrison’s amused one.

“N-no! He didn’t– I mean Professor Morrison is a great lecturer. Today’s lecture was very interesting! I think that’s why there were more questions than usual.”

“You see Professor Amari? I did a great job. You should have some more confidence in me, you wound me so with your doubt.” He clutched over his heart, an exaggerated hurt expression on his face. That only set the woman off with laughter.

“Right right, you can’t do anything wrong in your students’ eyes can you Jack?”

Jack winked at her before turning back to glance at you. “Well as much as I enjoy our little chit chats before your class, we’ve probably taken up enough of your preparation time. We’ll just get out of your hair and back to my office.” He started walking, waving a small two fingered salute at Professor Amari as a goodbye. You mumbled a quick goodbye yourself before catching up with him up the stairs, joining him at his side. He didn’t look down at you, only forward as he opened the door for you to step through. The loud noise of college life hit you with a sudden wave, reality slapping you across the face.

“That was too close Jack,” you murmured so only he could hear you.  Your eyes scanning around to see if anyone was staring, as if they knew what happened in the lecture hall. But nobody seemed to even glance at the pair of you as you both walked through the building.

“Well that’s why I had an alarm,” he replied simply, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You shook your head in disbelief, frowning slightly as you shot him an annoyed look. His only response was to chuckle. He leaned over slightly, dipping his head lower so his voice wouldn’t carry. “Besides, you can’t deny you were enjoying every second. It was a major turn on, and even if you won’t admit it, your body can’t lie.” He licked his lips for show, before shooting you a wolfish grin. A tingle went down your spine as your hands tightened around your backpack straps. Sniffing indignantly, you looked off to the side as if that would stop him from seeing your burning face.

“Right, so I guess I’ll see you later.” You made the motion to break off from the stroll, when a warm hand pressed to the small of your back, steering to forward again. You peered up in alarm at Jack’s face and swallowed at his expression.

“I believe we had an unfinished discussion to be had in my office. Or did you forget?” Again he used that low, sultry tone; his baby blues capturing your attention again. He had an uncanny ability to make every English word fly from your brain even though you were majoring in English.  Unable to get a verbal response out, you only nodded as you walked beside him, noticing after a few minutes that he hadn’t moved his hand away.

[hamiltonmirandaimagines]

Don't Let This Be The Last Time (Philip X Reader)

Y/N’s POV

It was your first day at King’s College and you didn’t know a soul. After a long first day and a load of homework, you make your way to the local coffee shop to grab your favorite drink to help you push through. “Y/N!!” The barista calls as your order is up. You grab your cup and inhale the aroma like you need it to live. You hear snickering behind you and you whirl around to catch the culprit. He was standing beside a tall table with another guy. After seeing that he was busted, he shook his head, his head full of chestnut curls bouncing around. You decide to walk over and set your cup on his table. “So, what’s so funny, Curly Sue?”

His companion doubles over with laughter. “‘Curly Sue’?!?!?!?” You smirk at the guy’s reaction but continue to stare at ‘Curly Sue’.

“Sorry, it’s just that I had never seen someone so into their coffee like that before.” He smiled.

“After the day that I have had and the load of homework I’ve got to get through, you’d be the same.”

Curly Sue’s face lit up. “You’re going to King’s College too?”

After that, Y/N and Curly Sue became the best of friends. She also found out that Curly Sue’s real name was Philip but you liked your nickname for him better. Come to find out, they both were in several classes together.

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Philip’s POV

“Gah, isn’t Professor Tremblay just the worst?” I asked as I collapsed in a chair beside Y/N in the cafeteria.

“Yeah, the worst. His teaching style and my learning style soooo don’t work together.” Y/N sighed as she picked at her lunch. I could see that classes were bumming her out and I hated to see her even remotely sad.

“Say, how about after classes Friday, we hit the bar, maybe do a little karaoke?” I knew I had hit her weak spot, karaoke. I knew she couldn’t resist going out for karaoke night and it would make her happy. Y/N started bouncing in her chair, her excitement permeating the air.

Y/N’s POV

Friday night came and I decided to dress up. I donned my favorite dress and boots. Just as I was finishing my hair and makeup, Philip knocked on my door. “Come on in, Curly Sue!!! Door’s open!!!” I called from my bedroom. Philip opened the door and made his way in. “I’m almost done. I’ll be right out.”

Philip’s POV

I had been in her apartment before but I had never really looked around. I was looking at some trinkets on the shelf by the door when Y/N cleared her throat to get my attention. I turned to see Y/N in whole new light. She stood there in a dress that matched her eyes and it accented her curves perfectly. I had never thought about her as more than my best friend until that moment. She was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. She walked over to me. “Philip, hello??? We gotta go or we’re gonna be late!” Y/N waved her hand in front of my face then grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. When she grabbed my hand, it sent a bombardment of sparks through my hand and arm. I had never felt this way before and it kinda scares me.

Y/N’s POV

Once Philip and I arrive at the bar, I head to find us a table and Philip went to the bar to grab the first round. As I settled into my seat, a guy walked by the table. He stopped when he saw me. Holy cow, it’s George Eacker!!! “Hello, what is a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this on her own?”

He called me beautiful…

I shake out of my revelry and reply that I was here with a friend who was grabbing our drinks. “Oh, you’re taken…” he sounds despondent.

“Oh, no, Philip is just a friend, we’re not dating.” You blush.

“Oh, well then, would you like to dance?” George extended his hand which I took and he lead me to the small dance floor in front of the stage.

Philip’s POV

After finally being able to wrangle the bartender and get our drinks, I arrived at our usual table but it was empty. I frantically look around to see if I can find Y/N. My heart sinks as I see her in his arms. George Eacker, captain of every team possible, student body president and ladies man. I had a feeling that, like every other girl on campus, Y/N had a small crush on him.

No, Y/N is my girl…she just doesn’t know it yet.

I walk over to them to try to pull Y/N away. “Hey, I got your drink.” She didn’t even hear me. So, I tap Eacker on the shoulder, “mind if I cut in?”

He looked at me like I was latest fad that he was so over, sneering down his nose. “As a matter of fact, I do. I was just about to ask Y/N if she would like to go on a date with me.” Y/N was blushing but still had that huge grin on her face, the one that made me go weak at the knees when she flashed it at me on our way over.

Next thing I know, “Yes, I would love too!!!” Y/N squealed as she jumped into his arms. My heart fell to pieces. I turned on my heel and headed for the door. As I passed the table where George’s friends sat, I heard the only thing that broke my heart even more, “Damn, he did it! Guess I owe him $30.” Now, conflicted thoughts ran through my mind as I ran back to my dorm. Do I tell her? No, because then if I tell her that I love her she’ll think that I made it up because I was jealous. But, if I don’t tell her and she finds out that I knew about the bet, she’ll never forgive me. He tugged at his curls as he paced his dorm trying to figure out what to do.

A few days later…

I hesitantly knocked on Y/N’s dorm door.

“I’ll be right there!!!” She called from inside, sounding so happy. I was hating myself for what I was about to do. She flung the door open. “Oh, Hey, Curly Sue! What’s up?”

I drag my fingers through my hair, “Hey, can we talk for a minute? I have something really important I need to tell you.” A look crossed her face, a mixture of confusion and concern.

“Sure, come on in.” She ushers me into her living room and onto her couch. “So, what’s going on?”

Okay, here I go. “I don’t think you should go out with Eacker.” Her face drew back and crinkled up. I held up my hand as she went to speak, “Just hear me out.” She crossed her arms and ankles and glared at me with a “ok-enlighten-me” look.

“When I left the bar the other night, I overheard Eacker’s friend, Edward, say that Eacker bet him $30 that he could get the next girl who walked in to go on a date with him. I wanted to go back and tell you but, you looked so happy and I didn’t want to take that from you at that time. But, now I have seen the errors of my decision. I just know he’s gonna break your heart and I just can’t stand to see you hurt. I just want to be honest with you.”

Rage is all over Y/N’s face. “You just jealous that Eacker asked me out before you did! Get out! I never want to see you again!!!” I stand, in shock, and make my way to the door. Y/N follows me and slams the door with no goodbye. As I quietly make my way back to my dorm, trying to hold the tears back, all I can think was, well, at least I was honest with her.

Y/N’s POV

I pushed what Philip had said to the back of my mind. I didn’t need to put up with his bull shit right now. I had to get ready for my date. After putting the last touches on my makeup, I hear a knocking on my door. It must be George. I take one last glance in the mirror, calling “Coming!!” as I ran for the door. I breathlessly open the door. “Hi.”

“Well, hello there.”

He escorted me to his car and drove us to the restaurant. He was a perfect gentleman to begin with. But, then, his manners started slipping and his attitude totally changed. He started making sexual comments that made me feel uncomfortable. I was fed up. Then, Philip’s words from earlier slipped to the forefront of my mind.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” I ask.

“What?” he asked as if I was boring him.

“That you and Edward bet on this date?” I scowl at him. He laughs at first but he slowly stops as anger overtakes my expression. I grab my glass of wine and throw it in his face and stomp out.

I want to go home and cry but I need to see Philip. I hail a cab and give the driver Philip’s address.

I run in my 4 inch heels up the 6 flights of stairs to Philip’s dorm. I bang on his door. “Philip, are you there?” I call through his door. No response. Then, I remember a song I had heard the other day that fit the situation perfectly. I knew he was on the other side of the door. I could feel his presence. I pressed my body to the door and began to sing the chorus.

So don’t let the last time I hurt you Be the last time I heard you Don’t let the last time I held you Be the last time I felt you

Wouldn’t let you get away If I had another day So don’t let the last time I saw you Be the last time Be the last time

My voice cracked on the last line. The door flung open to reveal a tear stained face. I threw myself into his arms. “I am so sorry. I was so stupid not to believe you.” I sobbed into his shirt. Philip wrapped his arms around me and buried his nose in my hair.

“I love you.” He whispered in my ear. “I think I have been since I met you but I just realized it the other night.” He pulled away as he said the last sentence to look into my eyes.

It dawns on me that, yes, I love him too. I don’t know what I would do without him in my life. “Philip, I-I love you too, so much. It just hit me like a ton of bricks.” I clasp him tight around his neck and press my lips to his.

He pulled away and gazed into my eyes, “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in that dress.” I blush at his words.

“Well, Mister Hamilton, I must say,” you say in a joking snooty voice, then add in a more serious tone, “that all you had to do was ask, I have cared deeply for you for a while and when you didn’t say anything that night, I thought you wasn’t interested in me…”

Philip shook his head profusely causing his chestnut curls flying around his head. “No, total opposite, you left me speechless with how beautiful you are.”

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