#UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[iamtired10]

lost in equations, found in you

pairing - kim minji x female reader

synopsis - with exams coming up and your temper on edge, minji tries her best to help you through a brutal study session.

genre - fluff (someone plz request angst ;-;)

warnings - strong language, reader losing her temper

a/n - nighty guys, ilysm 💔

— richiesto

you were slumped over the desk, staring at your notebook like it was your mortal enemy.

the equations blurred in front of your eyes, the numbers twisting into shapes that had no meaning whatsoever.

you were beyond pissed.

at this point, your brain was fried.

“fucking... i swear this shit is useless,” you grumbled, aggressively erasing something that, in hindsight, probably wasn‘t even wrong.

from the other side of the room, minji peered at you, her head tilted like an innocent, curious puppy.

“hey,” she said softly, approaching like you were a bomb about to explode. “need some help?”

“Do i look like i need help?” you snapped, though your frustration wasn't really aimed at her.

minji didn‘t flinch—she knew how you got when you were stressed, and today was no exception.

she sat down beside you, her elbow nudging yours playfully. “c’mon, babe. you know i’m the math whiz here. lemme see.”

you glared at the pages, sighing. “if you fix this, i’ll worship the ground you walk on. like, seriously. it’s like these numbers are out to ruin my fucking life.”

minji giggled, reaching for the pencil in your hand.

her fingers brushed against yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you.

for a second, the anger melted into something softer, but you quickly covered it up with more cursing. “goddamn math, i swear.”

“alright, alright. let me take a look,” she said, scanning the equations with a calm that only minji seemed capable of.

you admired that about her—how she never got ruffled, no matter how much you spiraled.

you sat there, fidgeting, the silence gnawing at you as minji scribbled away. you leaned back in your chair, glaring at the ceiling, muttering curses under your breath.

after what felt like forever, minji glanced up, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“i fixed it," she said in that calm, almost too-adorable voice that always made you want to punch something soft out of affection.

“fixed it???” you leaned over to see the page.

sure enough, the equation was neatly solved, the steps laid out in her annoyingly perfect handwriting.

you stared at it for a second, blinking.

“HOW?” you nearly shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration. “how do you make it look so easy?!”

minji laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges in that way that made you melt. “because it’s not that hard, babe. you’re just overthinking it."

“overthinking it?” you repeated, standing up and pacing around the room. “i wish i could overthink it. my brain‘s running on 2% battery, minji. i can’t even think anymore. it’s like—” you waved your arms dramatically—“static up here!”

minji watched you with amusement, leaning her chin on her palm. “you‘re so cute when you’re pissed.”

you whipped around, pointing at her. “don‘t patronize me! this shit‘s hard!”

“okay, okay, i won’t,” she said, but her smile gave her away.

you narrowed your eyes at her. “i see what you're doing, kim minji. you’re trying to distract me with your fucking... cuteness...”

minji just shrugged, the tiniest smirk on her lips. “is it working, babe?”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “no. and stop being cute. i’m mad.”

but minji wasn’t having it.

she got up, walking over to you and wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. she rested her chin on your shoulder, her voice soft in your ear. “you‘re stressed, my sweet baby. you need a break.”

“yeah, well, i’ll take a break when this stupid exam is over and i never have to look at a math problem again.”

she tightened her hold on you, swaying slightly. “you’re too hard on yourself, y'know that?”

you sighed, the tension in your body slowly loosening as minji held you close.

damn it, she was too good at this.

“i’m not hard on myself,” you muttered. “i just hate being bad at stuff.”

“you‘re not bad at math,” she said, her voice soothing. “you just need a little more practice.”

“practice? psh, who has time for practice when there’s like a million other things to stress about?”

minji laughed softly, her breath warm against your skin. “well, lucky for you, you’ve got me. i’ll help you as much as you need, okay?”

you let out a long breath, leaning into her. “fine. but if you fix this shit, i’m taking you out for the best ramen in town.”

“deal.” she grinned, kissing your cheek before letting go. “now sit down and let’s get this over with.”

you sat back down, eyeing the math problem like it had personally wronged you.

minji slid back into the chair beside you, her hand resting on your knee as she guided you through the next problem, step by step.

after a few minutes, your frustration began to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of solving equations together.

minji’s calm voice kept you grounded, and her presence—so close, so comforting—was like a balm for your frayed nerves.

“see?” minji said after you successfully solved another equation. “you’ve got this. you‘re just too quick to doubt yourself.”

“yeah, well,” you muttered, “i guess it helps having the cutest tutor in the world.”

minji’s cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, clearly flustered. “shut up," she mumbled, but her smile betrayed her.

you grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with math. “seriously, though. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“fail your exam?" minji teased.

“probably,” you admitted with a laugh. “but at least i’d go down knowing i had the best girlfriend ever.”

minji rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was pleased. “you’re so dramatic.”

“only for you and math, pookie,” you said, winking.

“DON‘T CALL ME THAT!!!”

“too bad, pookie bear!”

maybe the math wasn’t so bad after all.

but even if it was, at least you had minji to get you through it.

a/n - tired :|

[ace8space]

me after sinsmas frfr

[firmgripplz]

when she’s made you cum twice and you’re all but incoherent yet through the fog you notice her looking at you and starting to reach back down again. instinctively you grip her hand - baby..I’m so fucking sensitive. she smiles and gives you a small kiss. I know, baby. I know.. gentle cooing in your ear as she takes your hand off of hers and continues her way down. but you can go further. I know you can. running her nails over your hips until they buck. you wanted to show me how much you can take, remember? slow lick up the side of your neck that makes you shudder. those two were for you, she whispers as she starts to slowly run her fingers over your twitching clit. the rest are for me.

[etherealhoneypie]

watching his eyes as you undress in front of him for the first time

[rvspecter]

GONNA MISS THIS FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[identitty-dickruption]

the australian prime minister used the word “delulu” in parliament it’s all over for us I fear. to be clear this is not “ew gross cringe the pm is using gen z slang” this is “I’m Psychotic And I’m Sick Of This Shit Come On Man”. this is only months after using the word “tourettes” as a derogatory term btw. I’m so tired.

[churmandurr]

[buckiverse]

this song is so sylus coded

[inkykeiji]

anyway every time i listen to this song all i can fucking think of is vox wrapping a strong hand around your bicep so fucking tightly his claws pierce your flesh, blood instantly oozing from the punctures to streak your skin with sticky crimson streams, and yanking you to your feet as he growls out that you need a talking to, low and dark and spit through gritted teeth against the curve of your ear. it’s so caustic it stings, has your face screwing up in a wince and water blurring your vision, a gasp stuttering painfully in your chest. 

it is not only a warning, it’s a promise—a vow of what’s to come, the punishment that will inevitably follow his stern words, infusing his tone. 

then he’s shoving you forward with such force that you nearly trip over your own toes, rubber skidding against tile, only to have his firm grip hoisting you back up again with a cruel get fucking moving.

[repsolhonda]

why is luca under vale's tag @ crash.......

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Can I ask you a question?"

TWINS (2023). Episode 5.

[butchsaint]

i left my lunchbox in the public work bathroom

[skateboard-theta]

sometimes i get so ohdwuvzufxnkfy about Epsilon. he’s an asshole. super cocky. annoying know-it-all. filled with more love and sentimentality than he knows what to do with

[gingerpeachtea]

mcb silhouette promo moments

[mouthlessmaiden]

thought a little too hard about life at the tower of joy cometfall compound in 1968-69.......vivid full of life lyanna getting wan and frail during her pregnancy rhaegar getting more paranoid and withdrawn and obsessive.....ashara dayne stops showing up bc she's working on train to midnight............ and then rhaegar's gone for a few weeks for a festival and lyanna goes into labor (too risky to let her go to the hospital in kingsgrave so one of the women in cometfall is acting as a midwife) and when it looks like she might not make it wylla calls emergency services and boom it's all gone. arthur gets arrested for attacking a paramedic trying to get to lyanna lyanna dies the next day in the hospital and its all over the news. as soon as rhaegar's name is attached to the tower of joy he gets taken into custody and everyone there is investigated and some of them are charged and ashara kills herself like a month and a half later. the news reports of people in cometfall remembering rhaegar at the compound composing joy for lyanna with her sitting on the piano bench next to him beaming at him and him giving her the first pressing of the album and getting all of cometfall together to listen. but elia's at home in king's landing. he doesn't call her.

[slightlyplant]

the twisted samurai 🪶