#a never cleans the whiteboards after class

[aqpippin]

pondering

[vivwritesfics]

The Devil Dances With A Smile

Chapter One

He can't kill you. He can't bring himself to lay a hand on you. So, he falls for you instead (its a shame his employer really wants you dead)

Hitman!Max x reader

Chapter Two

His class wasn't listening, he could tell that much as he drew things onto the whiteboard. He ignored it, kept writing. But then the giggles started up.

It was a new class, a bunch of eleven year old experiencing their first year of high school. For the first week, they had been quiet. But now they were a month in. The trouble makers had learnt how to make their peers laugh and it was normally at his expense.

They hadn't yet seen their teacher, a professor, at that, angry. He'd gotten annoyed, had snapped a pen under his desk to help keep his cool, but had never gotten angry with his year sevens.

"Eliza, James!" He snapped, and the two fell quiet. He wasn't angry, he just needed the two of them to know better than to test him. Not today. Not after how rough his other job had been.

"Sorry Professor Verstappen," the two of them said in unison. The entire class fell silent when the two of them did, and Max got on with his lesson.

Max rubbed his eyes as his lesson came to an end and his class handed in their workbooks. He shouted a reminder about homework, but their chatter was too loud to hear it.

When the door fell shut and Max put his head in his hands. Just a few minutes of rest, that was all he needed. He let his eyes fall shut.

Even in rests that only lasted a minute, Max dreamt the same thing. The young man with the lion tattoo on his hand, begging for his life at the end of his gun. It didn't matter what he said, Max always pulled the trigger.

A knock at his door pulled him out of his dream, pulled him back into his day job. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked towards his classroom door.

The history teacher stared at Max for a minute. No, not stared. He'd asked him a question and Max had just ignored it. "Huh?" He asked, a yawn leaving a lips.

"I asked if you were okay," Charles said, his worried expression softening.

Max gave a nod. He had always liked Charles, even when they were academic rivals through secondary school. But then university came and they went their separate ways. Max went off to study geography and Charles went to off to do history. They never thought they'd be reunited as colleagues. "Just tired, that's all," he admitted.

Now, don't get it wrong, Max loved teaching. Sculpting young minds, helping them pave their way forward in life. But teaching was only part of what he did.

Most teachers went home and marked homework. Max did that too, for maybe an hour. And then it was dinner while the cats ate. Tonight he had some shitty, healthy pizza and the cats had their gourmet food.

But then his night shift began.

He didn't look like a contract killer. He didn't wear all black, didn't have a long coat with weapons beneath. No, he looked like a normal guy. He wore skinny jeans and a black leather jacket.

But their was a reason people called on The Lion. He didn't exactly need a weapon to kill anyone. He was quick, clean, and didn't ask any questions.

Christian met him in the same place each time. Max entered the office in the warehouse full of old cars, and Christian slipped the manila folder across the desk.

There was a usual routine to this. Normally Max pulled out the paper in the folder, read the information on his target. He learnt all he needed to know about his target, grabbed the weapon he thought would be best, and he set off.

But not this time.

Pulling the information from the folder, he turned the paper towards Christian. "What the fuck is this?" He asked.

On the folder was a girl in a cafe. She had an apron around her waist and a tray of empty glasses in her hands. No criminal convictions listed, no possible crimes.

No reason for Max to take her out.

"Something about inheritance," said Christian, his voice nonchalant. He didn't care what happened to the target, as long as they ended up dead by the end of it. Christian was just there to fill his coffers.

Max looked at the picture again. She was pretty, he couldn't deny that. She was smiling in the picture, seemingly making jokes with somebody the picture hadn't captured. His usual targets were criminals that had made threats against people. Those people wanted the criminal taken out before they made good on those threats. That was where Max came in. He was the one that took them out.

His other type of target was rich assholes. The kind that exploited people for money, the kind who's wealth would be better distributed to the very people they were exploiting. They weren't easy jobs, killing someone and changing their will, and they didn't get them often, but they were Max's favourite. The tougher the better.

"Christian."

Christian groaned as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to stand around and argue, or do you want to get paid?"

The Lion was on the prowl. No weapons, Max wouldn't need them for her. He climbed into his car and looked at the address of the café. A café by the train station, open for twenty-four hours out of the day. Two and a half star rating, the only good thing about the café being the 'pretty, kind waitress'.

Once the night was up, the reviews would plummet.

Max drove. A waitress at a shitty, twenty-four hour café. She couldn't be worth as much as Christian was saying she was. And, if she was worth that much, she couldn't have known.

Parking outside of the train station, Max looked over at the café. It was the same angle the picture was taken from, he recognised as he looked down at her picture in his folder. She was grinning in that picture and she was grinning now as she cleared away somebody's plates.

He couldn't do this.

***

You didn't love your job. How could you when this was your job? But you still completed it with a smile. Making coffees and running food out to people. Clearing plates and glasses, and wiping over their tables.

It wasn't forever, you told yourself as you took the plates back into the kitchen. "Desserts for table sixteen," You called to the boys in the kitchen. Jimmy saluted you as you scraped the plates into the food waste bin. It was just you, Jimmy and Frank this late at night. Jimmy and Frank were in the kitchen, while you worked the floor.

While Jimmy made the desserts, you backed out of the kitchen and surveyed the few tables you had in. Somebody was at the counter. "Sorry," you said as you rushed past him. You logged into your till and looked at him. The handsome man with the freckle on his lip. "What can I get for you?" You asked, finger poised over the buttons.

For a moment, he said nothing. It was nearly one in the morning, and he wasn't being an easy customer. He looked behind you, at the drinks you had on offer. He looked at the small version of the menu on the board behind your head.

"How about some coffee?" You tried, holding up a mug.

He gave a nod. "A coffee, please," he said and you got to work. Making coffee's was the easiest part of your day. Steaming the milk and pouring it in with the shot of coffee, creating a leaf in latte art at the end. You passed over the coffee and put it through the till.

The bell rang, signalling the desserts were ready, but you didn't run to it. Not while the handsome man in the skinny jeans and leather jacket was still paying. His phone chimed as the payment went through and he grabbed his coffee, taking a seat on one of the round tables by the counter.

You ran to answer the bell, to run the apple pies over to table sixteen, and returned to the counter, cleaning the coffee machine and the jug you used to clean your milk.

Eyes were on you as you worked. You didn't mind it too much, it happened more than you cared to admit. Teenagers that should have been in bed, coming into the café to stare at you as you served them black coffee. You let them sit in the café, since it was better than them roaming the streets.

As you cleaned the counter, you looked at the little round table opposite. Looked at the man with the freckle on his lip. He was pretty, pretty blue eyes, pretty full lips. He was well put together, better than most of the people you saw something through your door at this time in the morning. "What brings you here at this time in the morning?" You asked as you sprayed sanitiser on the counter.

The handsome man with the freckle on his lip looked around. "I'm probably here for the same reason anybody else is," he said and sipped his coffee.

You couldn't help but look around at everybody else in the café. Those getting home late from work, waking themselves up before they headed home to their families. People on break from working in the middle of the night, coming in for a coffee to wake themselves up. People that just wanted shelter, that you had undercharged for a coffee.

The man in front of you didn't seem like that.

Your eyes returned to him. You stared at him, stared at what he was wearing, at the way he was holding his cup. He didn't look on break from work, desperate for a fix of caffeine. He didn't look ready to go home, waking himself up to go and deal with the kids.

You hummed and grabbed a pastry from the counter. "Here," you said and placed it in front of him.

He looked up, brows furrowed as he continued to smile at you. "What's this for?" He asked and pulled the little, white plate towards himself.

You shrugged your shoulders. You couldn't very well tell him that you wanted to figure him out, that you gave him the pastry to keep him around.

Going back to work, you could feel his eyes on you as you cleared away plates and glasses and cleaned tables. You caught his eye several times as you ran plates back into the kitchen.

When you got him his second cup of coffee, he finally introduced himself. "I'm Max," he said and pushed his empty cup towards you.

"It's lovely to meet you, Max," you said, keeping your tone polite. You introduced yourself, gave him the name that he could have read from your name tag.

At the end of your shift, Max was still sitting there. Your conversation had been light through the evening, neither of you learning very much about each other. Just enough to keep you thinking about him as you got changed.

The morning crowd were walking in as you walked out. Max was still at your table. Part of you wanted to stop, wanted to tell him how you hoped to see him again another time.

But Max stood. He put his empty mug at the end of his table. "Can I walk you to your car?" He offered, taking long strides to catch up with you.

You gave him a smile. "You can walk me to the bus stop, if you'd like," you said and he answered you with a nod.

The two of you kept talking, the topics light as he walked you to the bus stop just a little way down the street. Even at the bus stop, Max stayed talking to you until your bus pulled up.

"I'll see you around," Max said as you stepped onto the bus.

Waving, you paid for your ticket and found yourself a seat.

You should be dead, he couldn't help but think as he walked away. Max ignored his buzzing phone as he walked back to his car.

Christian was going to have his head, he knew as he started heading back to his apartment.

He couldn't kill you, he was sure of that now.

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[forhappysake]

Teach Me

A/N: This is my first smut and it is LONG. Sorry y'all, I love a plot. Also, not totally proofread, xoxo.

Warnings: SMUT, professor!reidxreader, implied age gap, mentions of dementia, loss of virginity, bl0wjob, protected sex, use of nicknames (good girl), sub!reader/dom!spencer if you squint

The fact that you’d managed to get into Dr. Reid’s criminology class was an absolute stroke of luck on your part. You’d stayed up until midnight, eagerly waiting for your round of registration to unlock, and you’d immediately submitted your requests and refreshed the page until you got confirmation. You were elated. You had read so much about the young doctor, only in his mid-30s, who had multiple doctorates and over a decade of FBI experience. You were fully aware that taking his class would elevate your resume, not to mention that he was quite easy on the eyes.

Of course, that last part was just the consensus around campus. He polled “hottest professor” on social media every year since he’d arrived. You stared at his professor profile on the university’s website. The picture was undoubtedly a couple of years old, with brown curls atop his head and a cleanly shaven face. However, you’d heard from lots of the older majors that he’d aged like fine wine. With that in mind, you shut your computer before crawling into bed for the night. This semester can not end fast enough, you thought. 

*Seven weeks later*

Returning from Christmas break was never easy, but knowing you were going into Dr. Reid’s class made things that much easier. It was your last class of the day, from 3:00 - 4:15, and you knew you’d soak up every minute of it. Though after surviving two other earlier classes and multiple rounds of icebreakers with your new classmates, you were starting to lose your initial excitement at what Dr. Reid’s course may hold.

You walked into the lecture hall, noting an empty seat about three rows from the front. Claiming the seat as your own, you pulled out your new notebook and a red pen, scribbling the date and course number at the top of your page. You checked your watch: 2:58. You couldn’t help but tap your foot impatiently as your fellow students filtered into the room.

After a few more moments passed, the side door in the lecture hall opened, and Dr. Reid walked out in front of the room. He didn’t look up at the students, whose murmuring had gone silent the moment he entered. Instead, he turned his back to the group as he wrote his name and the course number on the whiteboard. 

He turned back around, this time scanning the students in the hall before clearing his throat. “Good afternoon, my name is Dr. Reid. I’ll be your professor for this course.” He paced around for a moment before coming to a stop and leaning himself back onto the desk. He looked a bit different from his faculty picture. His brown hair had grown out, allowing you to see more of his curls. His once clean-shaven face had evolved into stubble, and the rings around his eyes looked a bit darker. However, you couldn’t argue, he had aged well. 

“First thing’s first, the university requires that I take roll call for the first three weeks of the course.” You waited for him to fumble around on the computer or take up a piece of paper with all of your names on it. Surprisingly, Dr. Reid began calling out names from memory without picking up a roster. “Riley Anderson?” 

“Here,” a light-haired boy in the back of the class said, waving his hand. 

The back and forth of Dr. Reid calling names and students replying went on for another minute before he came to your name, “Y/N Y/L/N?”

You raised your hand and offered a small smile, “Here.” He looked up at you and smiled back. As you looked away, you could feel his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued, making quick work of the rest of the roll call before starting the course. 

The first day’s lecture was relatively tame. Nothing too gruesome was discussed, and thankfully the young doctor didn’t make you play any more icebreaker games. Upon class dismissal, a large line of students eager to make nice with their new professor lined up at his desk. Though you had hoped to meet the doctor personally, you didn’t want to wait around after being on campus all day. You quickly gathered your books and shoved them in your backpack before walking up the stairs and leaving the lecture hall. 

As with all semesters, the work began to pile on quickly as you did your best to keep up. Most of your classes began to blend together. However, Dr. Reid’s class was always your first priority. There was something about him that made you feel the urge to make him proud of your work. Maybe it was the way he’d smile thoughtfully as you asked him questions during the lecture or the time he’d made extra office hours for you when you needed help with a paper. It could have even been the morning you’d bumped into him in the campus coffee shop and he’d paid for your drink. As you pondered this, laying in bed the night before your midterm, you couldn’t help but feel a little silly. He did these things for all his students, right? You did your best to quiet your thoughts before forcing yourself to sleep the night before your exam. 

The next morning, you walked through campus with a certain confidence in your step. Though you had never been a great test-taker, you were confident that you were going to do well on Dr. Reid’s midterm. He’d even been so kind as to offer you a study guide, which you had been working through over the last week. You were prepared, but as you approached the lecture hall, you could see that your classmates weren’t feeling so confident. 

A young boy sat by the door, frantically scanning his handwritten notes in a last-minute attempt to memorise information. Several others followed suit.

Dr. Reid came around the corner, exams in hand. “Good morning, Y/N,” he said with a bright smile. “Are you ready for the exam?”

“Born ready, Doc,” you joked, following him into the lecture hall and settling into your seat. Dr. Reid passed out the exams. Just as you suspected, you finished without a hitch. You dropped the paper on his desk and he offered you a small smile as you turned and left the lecture hall. 

You made your way to the library to study for your fifth and final midterm. You chose your typical spot in the corner of the room, hidden behind a large bookshelf. As you settled into study, you put your headphones in. As you dove into your reading, you became oblivious to the world around you. An hour passed, and it was only when you felt a tap on your shoulder that you were pulled from your work. 

You turned to face whoever had tapped you, and you failed to hide your surprise when you were met with the dark eyes of Dr. Reid. “Oh, hey!” you said, trying to be casual as you paused your music and took your headphones off. “What are you doing here?”

He looked down at you from his standing position, offering an awkward shrug. “I’m not sure, really. I guess I just thought I might find you here.” 

You furrowed your brow. “Is something wrong? Did I mess up on the exam?” 

Dr. Reid shook his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Goodness, no. You did wonderful. The grade is already in, actually.” “Oh,” you mumbled, smiling a little at his compliment. “Well then, what’s up?”

He stumbled around for a second, working up the confidence to utter his next sentence. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.” 

Your eyebrows raised and you felt your jaw drop a little. Was this happening? “Uh… f-for what?” you asked, trying not to get your hopes up. 

He pulled his hands from his pockets, fiddling with his tie as he shook his head. “Ah, you know, this was silly of me. I should go,” he turned to turn from you, but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away. 

“For what?” you asked again, ignoring his previous comment. You locked eyes with him, trying to read his expression.

He stood up a little straighter, your obvious interest seemingly bolstering his confidence. “I’ve been working on an article for a journal publication here at the university. I was wondering if you’d be willing to look it over for me,” he said. There was silence for a moment before he added, “I will also be cooking a new pasta recipe I found, and I would like it if you would stay for dinner after that.”

You felt a small smile creeping on your face, but you tried to contain your excitement. However, you could tell from the blush growing on his cheeks that he noticed. “I would love to do that, Dr. Reid. If you could send the address to my personal email, I would be more than happy to be there in-” you looked down at your watch, “roughly an hour.” 

A smile spread over his face, “Great. I’ll do that right away.” He looked around the library for a moment before he seemed to realize where he was, snapping back to reality. “Right, well, I’d better go straighten up my place a bit. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” With that, Dr. Reid turned from you and headed for the library door. He glanced back at you once, the blush on his cheeks evident as he walked out onto the quad. 

—

After Dr. Reid’s departure from the library, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to the parking lot, making quick work of the drive back to your apartment. You jumped in the shower and rinsed the day off yourself before drying off and standing in front of your closet. 

You examined your clothing choices. This wasn’t a date, was it? Maybe you should go with business casual… or should you choose something a bit more scandalous? Scandalous seemed to be the winning choice. If anything, you could lie and tell him you were going out after leaving his place. He wouldn’t think anything of it, right?

You settled on a shorter black dress that had a low-cut top. It exposed the tops of your breasts in a way that wasn’t wildly distasteful but wasn’t too subtle, either. You decided to skip on the underwear for the evening, the idea of being exposed underneath your dress enough to excite you. You’d never been with a man before, and you figured tonight wouldn’t necessarily be any different. You might as well have some secret fun of your own. 

Checking your watch, you realized you were running short on time. You dashed back out the door to your car. Checking your phone, you saw he’d emailed you as he promised: 

From: Spencer Reid Here’s the address you asked for, along with my apartment number. I look forward to seeing you soon.  -S.R.

You couldn’t help but smile as you entered the address into your car’s GPS before taking off. The fifteen-minute drive felt like an hour as you tried not to let yourself get too nervous. You entered the lobby of his apartment building, catching the elevator to the fourth floor. 

“Apartment 424,” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped off and walked down the aesthetically lit hallway. The carpeted floor was pristine, and the view from the window at the end of the hallway told you that living in this building was not cheap. You shook the thoughts from your head as you reached the last apartment in the hallway, closest to the window. This is it, you thought, don’t fuck it up. 

You knocked twice and stopped to listen for any motion on the inside. You swore you could hear the soft lull of classical music from behind the door, and you suddenly heard footsteps fast approaching. The dark wooden door swung open, unveiling the wild curls of Dr. Reid. “Y/N!” he said, a smile spread wide across his face, “I’m so glad you’re here. Please, come in.” He stepped back from the door, ushering you into the room. 

“Thank you, Dr. Reid.” You stepped inside, examining the room around you. It fit his personality wonderfully. The green paint on the walls was accented by large bookshelves and dark furniture. You smiled when you noticed the lack of a television and instead, a record player sat in front of the sofa. “You have a lovely apartment, Dr. Reid,” you whispered, in awe of the way his personality was infused into the design of the place. 

He furrowed his brow at you, tucking his large hands into his pants pockets once more. He must be nervous. “I appreciate that. But please, call me Spencer.”

“Spencer,” you said, testing how the name felt in your mouth. “I can do that.” He smiled at you before gesturing to the couch, offering you a place to sit. You followed his lead, sitting on the far end of the couch as he perched in the middle. You felt him watching you closely, so you turned to look at him. 

Spencer noticed that you’d caught him staring, so he cleared his throat to diffuse the awkward silence that had fallen over the room. “Here’s that piece I’ve been working on, if you’d still like to look over it.” He leafed through some files on the table before pulling out a thick stack of papers, held together by a large paperclip. 

You took the article from him. “Twenty-seven pages front and back? That’s quite the article, Spencer,” you joked, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

He blushed sheepishly. “You don’t have to read it all if you don’t want to. I just thought that-” 

You waved your hand, cutting him off. “Of course, I am going to read it all. I’ll get started right away if you want to go work on something else.”

“Actually, I think I’m going to start that recipe I mentioned if you’re still interested in dinner,” he rose from the couch, watching for a sign of your approval. 

You looked away from the papers to smile up at him, “Certainly, thank you.”

As he walked away, you continued scanning the papers he had given you. You weren’t sure why he wanted you to review it, you could find no issues. You let out an audible sigh, which Spencer heard from the kitchen. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked. 

“Oh, yes! I’m not sure why you wanted me to look over this. It’s flawless,” you said, sounding almost disappointed. 

“I would take that as a compliment if you didn’t sound so let down,” he said jokingly, a nervous tinge in his voice. 

You shook your head, “I feel that I wasn’t much help.” 

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been a great help on this project. In fact, the questions you asked about the behavior of female abusers in class were what got me thinking about this in the first place.”

A blush spread over your face, “Really?”

He smiled, trying not to make it too obvious that he noticed the blush on your cheeks. “Really. You’re easily my best student. Your drive is unmatched, and your work is some of the best undergraduate writing I have ever seen. You should consider graduate school if you aren’t already.”

I shrugged at his words. “I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. We’ll see where life takes me, I reckon.” Spencer nodded before padding back to the kitchen, checking whatever he had put together in the oven. Almost on cue, a kitchen timer dinged, letting him know creation was complete. 

He pulled an oven mitt onto his large hand and pulled the dish out of the oven, setting it carefully on the stovetop before he turned back to you. “If you’d like to come sit at the kitchen table, I’d be happy to serve you.” You did as he requested, picking one of the two seats set at the table. Two glasses of wine were readily poured and thick, black cloth napkins were placed at each chair. You spread the fabric over your lap, noticing the careful vines embroidered along the trim. 

“Are these hand-embroidered?” you asked. 

Spencer nodded, “My mother used to live with me. She enjoys doing that sort of thing. I came back one day and she’d done these floral patterns around the edges.” He held up his cloth, gently tracing his finger along the vines and flowers. 

Despite your evident interest in her handiwork, you couldn’t help but wonder about his mother. “Your mother used to live with you?” you asked. “Where is she now?”

Spencer sighed as he looked down, gently laying his cloth across his lap as you had done moments before. “She stays in a nursing facility where they can give her the attention and care she needs. Between working at the university and consulting on cases for the Bureau, I wasn’t doing enough.” As he looked up at you again, you could hear the implication of his final statement: I wasn’t enough. 

You reached for the hand he’d placed back on the table, gently covering it with your own. “I’m sure you did everything you could for her. I’m certain she knows how much you care for her.” 

He offered you a sad smile, turning his hand up under yours and gently wrapping his fingers around your hand. “Thank you, Y/N.” Spencer trailed off, seeming to zone out for a minute as his eyes glazed over. You gently pulled your hand away from him, bringing him back to reality. 

“Well, uh,” he cleared his throat, rising from the table. “We can’t have dinner without the food, how silly of me.” Spencer gently picked up the dish from the counter, setting it on the table in front of you. You examined the dish of pasta. “May I?” Spencer asked, scooping up a healthy spoonful. 

“Sure, thank you,” you picked up your plate, offering it to him. He placed a large helping of food on your plate along with a piece of bread before passing it back to you. You waited for him to serve himself and get reseated before you took a bite. “Oh my god,” you mumbled. 

Spencer’s eyes shot up from his plate as he dropped his fork on his placemat. “What’s the matter?”

You shook your head, eyes wide in amazement. “This pasta is incredible. Where did you find this recipe?” 

Spencer’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a small laugh of relief. “Oh, I got it from a coworker. He’s a true Italian – cooks this sort of thing all the time.” 

You lifted the glass of wine he’d set out for you earlier. “Cheers to this mysterious coworker and your ability to replicate authentic Italian cuisine.”

He mirrored your movements, and your glasses gently clinked together. You locked eyes with him as you both took sips of your drinks. Something about the moment was wildly intimate and laced with flirtation. 

You forced yourself to look away, examining the cloth on your lap. “So, uh,” you stuttered, “are you looking forward to the end of the semester?”

Spencer took a bite of his pasta, mulling this over for moment. “Well,” he started, “yes and no. How about you?” He looked you over. You wondered if he was trying to profile you based on his careful examination of your body language and facial expressions. 

You chose to shrug, “Yes and no.”

“Why’s that?” he asked. 

“Oh, I’m not sure. There are some classes I’ll miss. Yours, of course.” 

He smiled shyly, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I love your class, but it’s really more than that,” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. 

He quietly rose from the table and approached your side, looking down at you carefully. “Tell me,” he whispered. He leaned down to you, putting a hand under your chin and forcing you to look at him. He placed his large hands on either side of your face, as one of his thumbs gently caressed your cheekbone. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” he whispered. His dark eyes scanned your own. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong and we can forget this. We’ll never talk about this again.” 

You swallowed nervously. “You’re not reading this wrong,” you answered quietly. You brought one of your hands up to cover one resting on your face. 

You rose from your seat and he followed suit. He stood several inches taller than you, adding to the strange power dynamic between the two of you. 

He lowered his hands, running them over your shoulders and down your arms until he slipped his hands around your hips, holding you in place in front of him as he looked at you. You could see the way he held himself back from you. He was trying to decide just how far he should go. 

You sighed and reached for him. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” you whispered jokingly, hanging your arms loosely from his neck to pull him a bit closer to you. He complied, leaning over you silently as your words hung in the air between you. 

“This entire situation is delicate,” he said in a serious tone. “I just don’t want to overstep.” 

“Spencer,” you laughed. “I’m standing in your apartment, calling you by your first name. Your hands are wrapped around my hips. I’m hanging off your neck. Don’t you think we’ve already overstepped?” 

He considered this for a second, looking around the room. “I suppose. What are you thinking?” he asked genuinely, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. 

“I’m thinking,” you said, pressing your body against his, “that I would love to push some more boundaries with you.” 

As much as he tried to deny it, he found himself giving in to you. Spencer closed his eyes, letting the scent of your perfume flood his senses. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,” he whispered. 

“Tell me,” you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. He leaned back, allowing you full access.

“Fuck-” he murmured, “I noticed you from the beginning. You…” His words trailed off into a groan as you gently sucked on his neck. He ran a hand down your body, pressing you against him with a large hand on the small of your back. “You’re always so attentive, so eager to learn.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing to trail your lips up and down his neck. “Is there anything else you can teach me?” you whispered dangerously close to his ear. 

He pulled away, placing a gentle hand around your waist, guiding you into the hallway of his apartment. “Where are we going?” you asked. 

“My bedroom,” he said. His hand tightened around your waist as he reached for the door. 

The two of you stumbled inside, unable to keep your hands off each other. You found yourself falling backwards on his bed as he leaned over you, catching your lips in a kiss once again. You ran your hands through his soft curls and thought of all the times you’d berated yourself for imagining this exact moment. This couldn’t be happening. 

“I’m not going to go easy on you,” he mumbled against your lips. You felt a tinge of anxiety. Was now the time to tell him you really had no idea what you’re doing? He ran his hands up the back of your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress and revealing your lack of underwear to him. “No underwear?” he asked, smile evident on his lips as he leaned over you, leaving your back pressing against his clothed chest. 

You blushed, trying not to let on that you’d secretly been praying for this to happen all evening. Of course, Spencer already knew that. You were putty in his hands. 

He lifted himself off of you, and you rolled over to face him as he stood over you. “Stand up,” he said. You did as you were told, rising in front of him. You stayed still as he circled you a moment, almost as if you were some kind of prey. Spencer found the zipper to your dress. He rested his hand on it for a moment, leaning forward to offer you a soft kiss on the cheek. You took it as his way of asking for your consent, so you nodded, to which he immediately began unzipping the back of your dress. 

The black material fell from your shoulders and soon laid limply at your feet. Spencer let out a quiet moan as he turned you around to face him. You were completely bare before him. “My god, Y/N,” he mumbled. 

His lips attacked yours as he pushed you back on to the bed, your dress forgotten on the floor as his hands explored your body. He placed both his hands around your breasts, squeezing them gently as he began kissing down your neck. Spencer’s descent down your body continued with the utmost purpose, as you saw him lowering himself off the bed and down on to his knees in front of you. 

“W-what are you doing?” you asked nervously. 

Spencer looked up from your body to meet your eyes. “I want to taste you,” he said, matter of factly. 

As hot as the statement was, you couldn’t overcome the insecurity and anxiety that had seeped into your mind. In one flash, the confession fell from your lips. “I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, voice barely audible. 

Spencer stopped immediately, completely removing his gaze from your naked figure to focus on your face. He rose from his knees and sat himself on the edge of his bed. “You’ve never had sex before?” Spencer asked gently, looking you in the eyes the entire time. 

You nodded, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable in front of him. “I probably should have disclosed that sooner. I’m sorry, I know it’s a major turn off,” you started to sit up, reaching for your dress on the floor. As you did, Spencer grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop and look at him. 

“Quite the opposite, actually,” he said. 

You furrowed your brow at him. “Really?” 

He cupped your face with his hands, gently tracing the edge of your jaw with his thumbs. “I know our situation isn’t the most conventional, but if you let me, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You bit your lip in anticipation. “Okay,” you nodded. 

“Okay,” he whispered. “I want you to lay back for me, and I’ll make you feel good.”

You couldn’t help but trust him as you laid back on to the bed. He dropped to his knees once more, running his hands over your thighs before pulling them apart, exposing you to him. Spencer lunged forward, licking an experimental stripe up your slit to gauge your reaction. You’d never felt anything like it before, and you couldn’t help but moan as he continued his movements, focusing his attention on your clit. 

“Spencer,” you groaned. Your hand found its way to his mess of curls, tugging sharply. He moaned into your center, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge. “I-I’m close,” you whined, continuing to hold the back of his head. 

You heard him speak from between your legs, “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” Spencer dove back into your core, wrapping his lips around your clit. 

A sudden intrusion caused your legs to jerk, and you realized he’d inserted a finger into you. The mixture of the wonderful pressure he was placing on your bundle of nerves and the new sensation of his finger thrusting inside you sent you over the edge. You came hard, loosing your grip on the back of his head as you did. 

Spencer remained on his knees, lapping up what he could of you release before he rose to meet you on the bed. “You’re such a good girl,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he laid next to you. 

You hummed in satisfaction, forcing yourself to open your eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face. You couldn’t help but notice the sinful amount of clothes that were still on his body. You expressed this by tugging gently on his tie, “Why am I the only one who’s naked?” 

Spencer chuckled. “We can fix that,” he said, rising from the bed. He made quick work of his tie, and undid the buttons on his dress shirt as you watched in awe. As Spencer shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, you took in his physique. Though thin and tall, his muscles were pronounced. You noted a few scars scattered about his figure, and wondered if you could get him to tell the stories behind them. His voice brought you out of  your thoughts. “You’re staring,” he said as he slowly undid his belt. 

You shrugged from your position on the bed, “I like what I see.” 

He let out a quiet laugh as he discarded his belt on the floor next to the bed, the hard leather hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Spencer peeled his pants off his legs, neatly folding them and setting them on a dresser next to the door. You couldn’t help but notice the large tent in his boxers, and found yourself wondering what exactly he was hiding under there. 

Before you could stop yourself, you slid off the bed and stood in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you, indicating his confusion as you dropped to your knees in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said with a tinge of humor in his voice. 

“Returning the favor,” you said shyly, not wanting to meet his gaze. 

A large hand came to rest gently on your head as he ran his fingers through your hair, “You don’t have to do this, you know. This is about you.”

You shook your head, finally mustering up the courage to look up at him. “I want to. I want you to teach me,” you whispered. 

That statement was enough to bring an end to his objections. Spencer smiled down at you with a sigh, “Pretty girl. Go ahead.” You smiled happily at the compliment and the permission to continue. You placed a few simple kissed above the hem of his boxers before locking your fingers under the seam and pulling them down completely. Spencer assisted by stepping out of his boxers, and he stood completely bare in front of you. You stared at his figure once more, eyes wide at the sight of him. His length was intimidating, especially for someone as inexperienced as yourself. You were unsure of how to proceed. 

Spencer leant down quietly and took your hand from his thigh, moving it to wrap around the base of his cock. “Now, just move your hand back and forth until you find a rhythm,” he encouraged. Like a student eager to please, you followed his instructions. After a moment he spoke again, “You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” 

You weren’t sure if it was your need to praise him or the flash of unadulterated lust you felt at that moment, but you leaned forward and slid the tip of his dick into your mouth. Spencer looked down at you through hooded eyes, the silent act urging you to continue. You opened your throat the best you could, sliding him further into your mouth until you couldn’t anymore. You wrapped your hand around the rest of him and, in time with the bobs of your head, stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

“Y/N,” Spencer groaned from above, placing an encouraging hand on the back of your head. He held your hair tightly. “Relax, baby,” he murmured. You slowed your movements so that he could fuck your throat at his own pace. You could tell he was holding himself back for your sake, and your heart swelled at how gentle he was trying to be during such a filthy act. 

You closed your eyes, becoming accustomed to the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, timing your breaths to the thrust of his hips. Suddenly, you felt the hold on the back of your head let up as Spencer pulled completely out of your mouth. “I’d love to keep doing that,” he said, out of breath, “but there are other places I’d like to finish tonight.” 

You blushed at the implication of his words. He reached a hand out to you, helping you stand up from the ground and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Spencer’s tongue entered your mouth as he moaned into the kiss, hands exploring your figure as he pushed you back towards the bed. You let yourself fall, the soft mattress greeting you as Spencer continued kissing you. 

He reached a hand down between the two of you, taking a hold of one of your thighs and spreading your legs open for him. Spencer pulled away from the kiss, meeting your eyes. “Do you still want to do this?” he asked. 

You nodded. “I want to do this with you, Spencer.”

“You have to be vocal,” he said, continuing to look down at you. “I want you to tell me what you feel and what you need.”  You agreed.  

He kissed you gently once more before guiding his hand in between your legs, pushing a single finger into your opening. Spencer thrusted the digit in and out of you slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling. “Do you think you can take another one?” he asked quietly. 

You nodded, “Yes.” He gently pulled his fingers out of you, the next intrusion stretching you more than the last. He worked his index and middle fingers in and out of your opening as you moaned under him. 

After another minute, he pulled away from you. “You’re doing so good,” Spencer encouraged. He gave himself a couple quick strokes as he reached over to his side table, pulling a condom out of the drawer. He slid the condom over himself and positioned both your legs on either side of his body, lining himself up with your entrance. “Remember, you have to tell me what you’re feeling. Okay?” 

He rubbed soothing circles on your thigh with one hand as he gently rubbed his cock up and down your folds, collecting your wetness. You whimpered as Spencer pressed his tip into your entrance, body jerking inadvertantly as he continued to enter you. He peppered your collar with kisses as he continued. There was a small tinge of pain which brought tears to the corner of your eyes, but the pleasure was overriding the minor discomfort you felt. After fully entering you, he paused, allowing you to adjust.  

“How does it feel?” he asked. Your eyes, which had been squeezed shut, fluttered open at his voice. 

“Spencer-” you stuttered, “m-move. Please.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling himself back and entering you slowly once again. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned above you. You couldn’t respond, too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you to begin to form a reply. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he whispered, peppering your cheeks with kisses, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You moaned at his praise, and you felt yourself tightening around his cock. “You like it when I tell you how good you’re doing?” Spencer asked, a mischievous smirk rising to his lips. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N. You’re taking me so well,” he punctuated the final two words with sharp thrusts of his hips.

Between the words coming out of his mouth and the consistent movement of his hips, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You moaned, dragging your fingernails down his chest in an attempt to let him know. “Words, baby,” he encouraged. 

“I-” you groaned, “I’m gonna cum.” 

Spencer nodded, lifting himself up on his right arm to create some distance between you. “Hold on for me, one second.” He snaked a single hand down your torso, reaching your clit. He began drawing tight circles on your clit, causing your legs to shake as you tightened around him. Spencer leaned down to you and pressed his body against yours, “Let go, I’ve got you.”

With his permission, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your back arched off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut, Spencer’s name falling off your lips. Driven by the feeling of you constricting around his cock, Spencer drove one final thrust into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. 

You felt an unfamiliar sensation as he finished into the condom inside of you, lips parted in a silent groan as he held himself above you, staring deep into your eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered one more time as he collapsed on top of you. You both laid there for a second in a futile attempt to catch your breath. He leaned up, placing a soft kiss on your lips before he pulled out of you, causing you to moan at the sensation. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 

You heard him exit his bedroom, and the sound of water running drew your attention to the bathroom. A moment later, Spencer reentered the bedroom. “Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up.” It was then you became aware of the amount of sweat coating your body, as well as the wetness coating your inner thighs. You accepted his outstretched hand as he lead you to his bathroom, allowing you to sink into the bathtub before he followed suit. He climbed in behind you, allowing you to lean back against him. “How do you feel?” he asked. 

You turned your head to look at him, “I feel great.” You sat in silence for a second, a smile spreading across your face. 

“What?” Spencer asked. 

You shook your head, covering your face before letting out a small giggle. 

Spencer’s smile mirrored your own. “C’mon now, what is it?”  

“I guess you did have a lot to teach me, Dr. Reid.” You turned to look at him, eyes meeting for the first time since entering the bathtub. 

Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, lips dangerously close to your ear. “Believe me, there’s lots for you to learn, if you’re interested.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you asking me on a date, Doc?” 

He sighed, leaning back against the bathtub. “Sure am.”

“Maybe next time, we’ll actually make it through dinner and get to dessert,” you said with a laugh. 

“I don’t know,” he said, leaning around to look at you. He lowered his voice, “Now that I know what you taste like, you’re my favorite dessert.”

[junhuiste]

experi-meant to be ⋆ park wonbin

pairing: wonbin x gn reader

tags/warnings: fluff, cursing, college au, laboratory environment, one mention of baking, 1600 words

a/n: i meant to publish this on valentine’s day since i had lab that day but i never finished it lol. there’s some microbio lab procedure jargon so like this is what streaking plates is if you want a visual lmfaoao. this is my first published work in like three years it feels weird haha + i might change my layout/header for fics but for now i’ll keep the same layout i've had for past fics

wonbin believes U are the uracil to his adenine—you should always be paired together.

| seunghan: dude 

| seunghan: lowkey i can’t come to lab bc my car won’t fucking start so i’ll have to make it up next week :\ but taehyun and his partner would probably be willing to help you out with calculations and clean up hopefully

Wonbin pants heading up the stairs into the classroom lab, cheeks immediately pink as he’s made a spectacle amongst everyone already sitting and tuned into the TA’s pre-lab lesson. Sighing as he processes Seunghan’s text, Wonbin turns to the drawing of bacterial growth curves on the whiteboard but is soon after preoccupied with the fact that there is no Taehyun on a stool. There’s just your backside entirely in front of him. 

Taehyun is one to set up all his materials before the TA even steps foot through the lab door so if he isn’t here now then that means—

“Guess you’re stuck with me for today.” 

Wonbin tries to swallow but it gets stuck halfway down his throat and is about to go into a choke type cough frenzy when he surprises himself and softly clears his throat instead. His thoughts are all just stuck there—in the middle of his esophagus, begging for them to travel back up to his brain so he has enough stamina to stick it through the four hour class. 

“No hate to him because Taehyunnie’s a tad faster at getting through the steps, so you know, we’re usually out thirty minutes early, but I can promise you I’m better at calculations. And I’m more precise with measurements,” you let out a small giggle before setting your backpack on the floor next to Wonbin’s.

The commotion of pipettes being thrown onto the surface, glass tubes clinking, and sneakers squeaking rushing to obtain their samples is right away drowned out in Wonbin’s ears by the sight of you perched atop the stool a mere few inches away from him. He tries to keep his chest from heaving at bay by taking his notebook out of his backpack and reviewing the method for today’s class. The solution is only short lived though, promptly taking notice of how you gather materials from the drawer while simultaneously reading through your own notebook. 

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Wonbin assumes his seat in the third to last row of his Virology lecture, close enough to the door that he can be among the first to leave as soon as “see you guys next time” leaves Professor Choi’s lips. He longs for the day (ideally it would be quite before the last week of classes but realistically that’s the best he has to offer for now) that he musters up just the slightest bit of courage to join you and Taehyun in the second row, where Seunghan also occasionally accompanies you two. It’s only the third week of this semester, but perhaps the sixth course of his over the past three years Wonbin’s seen you in. From Biochemistry to Rhetoric 2, he has never taken place at a desk next to yours. 

Wonbin’s always aching to know how you’d answer everything he could ever ask you, be it the attendance quiz question or your weekend plans—what time you usually roll out of bed, whether or not you stroll to the local farmer’s market near campus, if you’re spending Saturday with a special someone. He needs to hear you laugh at Taehyun’s cynicism about college. He needs to hear it up close, not having to strain his ear when he’s fifteen rows behind when you crack up at your friend during the five minute break Professor Choi gives the class. 

But Wonbin will take what he can get for now, and if that’s helping you fulfill your wish of completing the lab procedure as quickly as possible, he’ll do it. 

“I can do the calculations for us,” you begin, “would you mind getting our mutant strains at the front of the class and streak the Petri dishes?” 

Wonbin nods almost too enthusiastically and curses at himself for seeming embarrassingly desperate in front of you. Sure, he’d like to muster up the courage to ask you out, but today he’ll try to take it one step at a time.

When Wonbin returns with new plates to grow your bacteria on and two tubes filled with your bacterial strains, you scoot your chair closer to his to later show the finished calculations. He catches a whiff of your light perfume and almost falls out of his own chair. 

As he’s setting up the Bunsen burner for sterilization, you chuckle, “you know the real reason Taehyun’s not here today is because he left town last night to get a head start on the extravagant romantic weekend he has planned with Gaeul.”

“If there’s one way to use our one free unexcused absence, that’ll do it,” Wonbin replies. 

“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day, Wonbin? I mean if you did I just hope you wouldn’t leave me early like Taehyun did,” your eyes meet his for a brief second before flitting back to your notebook.

Wonbin’s grip on the matchstick to light the burner loosens. He just barely catches himself before the match could fall from his hand onto the lab bench. What he needed to get a grip on was his fucking sanity—he almost set the classroom on fire because his heart instead is aflame for yours. 

Taking a breath, Wonbin exhales when the flame turns to blue, finally lighting the Bunsen burner. 

“Nope, no plans,” he briefly turns to you. There’s a beat and he considers that asking you back would seem too forward, but he does it anyway. 

Upon seeing your grin before you open your mouth, he turns his attention right back to the tubes and plates in front of him. 

It’s so over. 

For a second Wonbin’s relieved, because he thinks he can actually get through the next two hours without overthinking his micro movements in front of you. Now that it’s over for him, maybe he can actually pay attention to the way the metal loop he’s holding makes contact with the jelly-like agar inside the plastic plate and not disappoint Seunghan with the results. However, it’s not realistic because even still, Wonbin takes note of all your beauty and remains completely bewitched.

“Honestly I wish...I mean Minjeong, Yunjin and I are gonna do a rom-com binge and bake desserts…but you know…not any plans with someone like that…” 

Your temporary lab partner tries to hide his smile and nods silently as he continues switching between spreading bacteria on the plate with the metal loop and then sterilizing the loop in the blue flame. 

The rest of lab goes smoothly as Wonbin tries to quell the embers within him for the time remaining. There’s forty minutes left but technically to you Wonbin knows time is dashing away and it should feel like there’s what but only ten minutes left to do everything. Your pair was a few steps ahead of the others, just like how it would be when Taehyun accompanied you every week. 

Wonbin has been psyching himself up the past two hours to finally ask you out but currently he’s stuck in his head and just can’t seem to get it out. Does he chase you after you’ve stepped foot out of the lab or should he leave you be? Or maybe he can try next week. He’ll keep telling himself that until there’s one day of instruction left and then he won’t see you for three months and then he’ll lament the entire summer to Seunghan that he didn’t say shit. 

He can do that…or just rip the bandage off at an agonizing speed. 

The last Petri dish that Wonbin holds is being wrapped in parafilm to prevent contamination. He’d been going through the motions of the procedure while simultaneously not paying attention to his surroundings, at his own self’s behest. You’ve already cleaned the entire lab bench and he doesn’t notice until he hears “see you in Virology,” and suddenly you’re slinging your backpack over your shoulder. 

It’s now or next week…or never—wait you know that Wonbin’s in your Virology class? What you said is ringing in his ears and it hits him all at once.

Petri dishes in hand and turning around, Wonbin freezes in his tracks.

“Um…”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” his own mouth betrays him and suddenly it’s all coming out much too quickly for his liking. 

You’re about to answer but before you can even get a word in, “I-I don’t mean to interfere with your plans with your friends but uh, if you wanted to do something like that I’m down.”

Your lips press into a line and Wonbin is about to pass out from the threatening fluorescent classroom lights. 

“Park Wonbin…are you asking me out on a date?” He can practically feel his sweat melting the parafilm tape off and a vision of him dropping the Petri dishes in front of you, cracking open and shattering, exposing E.coli to everyone in the room flashes before him. He blinks once and calms his vice grip on the plates. 

“Yes. Yes I am asking you out on a date,” Wonbin looks down at your sneakers, not knowing where else to shift his gaze to. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you smirk, slinging the other strap of your backpack over your other shoulder and saluting.

Park Wonbin swears his heart is on fire and does a backflip off a fifty foot cliff. A curve forming on his lips, he smiles slightly waving with the plates still in his hand, “see ya…”

You halt your forward movement and turn back around, “Wonbin?” he perks up again, “you should sit next to me in lecture on Tuesday.”

[tmrwithyou13]

❆ winter - sunoo oneshot

word count: 1.7k | genre: angst, some fluff | sunoo x male!reader

✮⊹ ࣪ ˖ ‘ Seriously? ‘ I thought to myself. 

I sit up from bed, take a peek by the window, and sigh. I watched the snowflakes slowly fall from the foggy sky, piling up with the snow that was covering the ground like a blanket. 

I despise this gloomy and crispy weather. 

I had school today, so I had to force my freezing self to get up from bed and get ready for school. For fuck’s sake, I wish I was back in my hometown. My hometown was where I could feel the warm embrace of the summer, where I could see the kids chase each other at the beach, leaving footprints on the sand, and where I could see the sun celebrate and shine with the color of yellow. 

I finished brushing my teeth as I wiped my mouth, and then my face. I changed into my uniform as always and grabbed my bag that was hanging by my door. I couldn’t wait to go to school to see… him. 

– SCHOOL –

I open the door going to my classroom, and I’m greeted by my only friend who was hurdled up around my chair, how ridiculous. I love him for it.

“Took you long enough, Rain..” Sunoo scoffs.

I love it when you call my name.

“Oh shut up.” I smile “It’s snowing outside, and I hate it..” “You always seem to hate the snow. It’s the best season!” she chuckles after saying so.

When he did, I wanted to stop time just to see that smile. His name matched who he was. That’s how I described the summer. His smile was my sun. His presence is a warm embrace. Memories with him feel like footprints on the sand. I love you, Sunoo.

“Earth to Rain?” he flicks my forehead. I didn’t even realize I was dozing off like that.

“Right, right.” I look at the whiteboard, slightly embarrassed.

“We should go out later since it’s snowing. We should have a snow fight then go ice skating… maybe the park too?” He leans a bit closer with that smile.

How could I say no to that?“Fine,” I mumble. 

Talking with you made me realize I can never say no to you.

The teacher enters the room, and class begins. And now, I’m stuck in a wave of thoughts.

I’ve been carrying this fondness for him for as long as I can remember. And when I’m about to confess, something always stops me from doing so. When I look at his eyes, I see a reflection of myself and I look like an idiot. I’m a grumpy person. I wasn’t like the shiny and joyous person he was.

But I swear I will confess today. I won’t hold back, even if it means crying in front of you. 

The uneventful day at school ends. Finally - 

We walk out of the class alongside each other.

“Finally. I swear, one more word from Sir and I was going throw my desk at him…” I comment. I never even liked any of the teachers here at all.

“You’re so stubborn, Rain.” Sunoo pouts as we leave the school building. Thank god we weren’t assigned to clean the classroom..

I immediately change my face to a smug one. I hate this snow, really… It’s insufferable. I’m just not used to this. Sunoo, please change my mind after we hang out together.

We arrived at some place full of snow, kids were running around, even chasing each other.

How cute.

This scene reminds me of when I could watch the kids run after their friends by the beach. It was something I wanted to engrave in my mind since I wouldn’t be able to have that same feeling ever again. I miss my warm home. I feel nostalgic.

Sunoo suddenly grabs my wrist and runs through the snow with me behind him. He was laughing, and his eyes were smiling too. Even your eyes could smile, Sunoo.

“C'mon, don’t be such a party pooper and make a damn snowball.” He teases, as he forms a snowball in his hands

Oh shit.

Sunoo throws the snowball right at my face…“AH– ARE YOU FUCKING–” I get cut off by another snowball from Sunoo

“LANGUAGE, THERE’S KIDS!” Sunoo laughs, he runs in another direction, hiding behind a pile of snow

My eyes get irritated. Okay Sunoo, if that’s how you want to play it. 

I scoop some snow, and I try to make the biggest snowball that I can make with my bare hands. I hurriedly look for you amid the fog. Seriously?

I could hear you and some kids laughing, as another snowball was thrown at me by the legs. I quickly throw the snowball back at him.

I run to you, “Dammit, Sunoo... You’re so childish” I jokingly remark. The kids run away, laughing and chasing eachother as usual. I don’t even know who they are, but I assume you were friends with them. I kneel to you with my knees dug through the snow. He laughs harder, followed by my laugh. 

I didn’t want to stop laughing with you because I felt so content in this moment. I love this memory with you, so I’ll keep my heart open for it. I think I’m falling for you even more, I’m sorry.

I stand up and grab your arm, “Get up, you energetic thing.” I scoff after saying so.

He gets up, with a smile again. He really was a ray of sunshine. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips at the sight of you.

Snowball fighting with you made me realize how much I wanted to lay next to you every day.

“Okay, next stop! Ice skating!” He says with his hands on his hips. He looked like a superhero in that stance. Yes, you are my hero, Sunoo. 

We stopped by the Ice Skating rink, there were professional ice skaters and I felt so intimidated by it.. They were so flawless and perfect with it, so elegant. Like a swan. 

He enters the rink, with a polar bear for support. The struggle was visible… this will be a problem for both of us. 

“Well..” He mumbles

“Well?” I scoff as the white breath comes out of my mouth.

“Just hold on to that polar bear, sucker.” I chuckle after. “I paid extra for that, you know?”

“You’re so mean!” He lightly hits my shoulder with his one hand

“Fine, fine. Hold me, and we’ll ice skate away.” I slightly smile

He puts himself behind me, as he lays his hands on the back of my shoulders, supporting himself. Can we stay like this forever? 

“Go!” He says. I slowly skate, if I went any faster, both of us would fall.

“Why are you so slow…” He says in a ‘i-need-princess-treatment’ tone. 

“Don’t be sassy. You’ll fall if we go any faster.” 

“Go quick!” He says in a cocky tone “We won’t fall, trust!” He laughs

“I swear…” I say in a teasing yet irritated voice 

I went quickly, and we actually didn’t fall. This is so ridiculous but… I didn’t care. Atleast I was being ridiculous with you right now. I felt the breeze on my face, I could feel my face becoming numb as I kept skating. 

  I feel infinite, Sunoo. “I feel infinite, Sunoo.” I said that out loud.

..

“I feel infinite with you too, Rain.” He said followed by the sweetest laugh I’ve ever heard.

Suddenly, I don’t regret saying that out loud. I always felt like I could tell you everything without a filter and you’d still have something to say. And at this moment, Sunoo, I want to spend all of my seasons with you whether it be the season I hate most.

The guy who was in charge of the rink said our time was over. Sigh.

“That was pretty fun.” I scoff

“That’s my first time hearing you say anything was fun… I’m astonished.” He teases

I roll my eyes, “Yeah okay, you make it sound like I don’t feel emotions.” I say as we both remove our ice skates and go back to our school shoes. “Can we just go to the park already?  I feel like I’m about to get a frostbite.”

Skating with you made me realize that I wanted you to hold me and that I wanted to feel infinite with you.

- PARK -

We sit on the bench together, it was already night time so it was extra cold.. I couldn’t feel my face. I couldn’t feel my hands either. 

The white blanket of snow piles up even more and the snowflakes fall elegantly as I watch you look up at the stars.

Time stopped for a bit. You were as soft as a melody, as bright as the sun rays, as lovely as the spring that arrives before the winter, and as warm as the summer beach I spent my days in. Honestly, I didn’t know it was this hard to tell you how I feel. I thought I could just say it. 

Looking at you at this moment made me realize I will love winter because I get to spend it with you. 

“The stars are beautiful tonight, Rain.” He continues to look up at the perfectly dark blue sky, his pink hair flawlessly falling.

“I agree.” I keep your face in the frame of my eyes. 

I want to live the rest of my life with you. I want to have snowball fights with you again. I want to ice skate with you holding onto my shoulders again. I want to sit next to you in school every day. I want to wake up to your voice. I want to look out the window and see you waiting for me just to walk together to school. Sunoo, “I love you.”

I said it out loud.

He looks at me.

Don’t look at me like that, Sunoo. 

It was silent.

“I don’t love you like that.” His smile slowly fades, he stands up.

5 minutes.

Please, lord. 5 more minutes.

Maybe in 5 minutes, you’ll change your mind.

Maybe in 5 minutes, you’ll love me.

Maybe in 5 minutes, you’ll catch me in a warm embrace.

Sunoo looks at me like it is the final time.

When did it feel this awkward? ‘Ahem’ Sunoo lets out.

“I.. don’t really know what to say. I don’t love you. We’re just friends and.. you’re a boy. Goodnight.”

I watch you walk away from me. Not even a smile. In fact, it was a look of disgust.

I don’t know what to do.

I hate winter.

—

heeyyy, this is my first oneshot and I hope it meets the people's expectations. English isn't my first language, but I would love to write more stories in that language ^_^ THIS IS VERY RUSSSHHEEDDD!!!!! thank you for taking the time to read this, give me more recommendations or ideaaasss!!

[nokacchan]

Him Or Me, You Choose : Lee Heeseung // Secret Notes Series

genre : mixed (fluff + angst) , slight mention of sunghoon summary : the boy you have a crush on had caught on with the secret notes you left in his locker. Being too focused on one , another man's eyes was attracted to you.

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you hated sitting in front of the class. but you would never say it out loud, simply because you were your teacher's favourite.

"y/n dear, could you wipe the whiteboard", your teacher requested upon entering the classroom.

you blinked blankly at her but momentarily standing up to wipe the board. you were on your tippy toes, struggling to erase the last bit that your previous teacher has so kindly wrote at the very top of the board.

Just then you saw another hand lay over your hand with the whiteboard eraser on it. You turned your head to look. It was heeseung. Your heart is thumping loudly. The close proximity with your crush made your heart go haywire.

"I'll clean this last bit, you can go back to your seat, y/n", he smiled at you as he spoke.

you blinked a couple times in disbelief before you passed him the whiteboard eraser. heeseung let out a low chuckle.

he was almost amused by how little to no expression you had. something about you blinking blankly when someone was to ask you a question was adorable.

maybe it was your doey eyes and your slightly puffed out cheeks you make when you're confused. all things that heeseung would never say to your face because he was too shy.

he knew you were the one who sent him the secret notes in his locker. he tried not to make it obvious but he was definitely elated to find out that it was you.

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

heeseung's eyes followed your every footsteps. he smiled subconsciously as he continued to wipe the whiteboard. He chuckled softly to himself as he recalled the secret note you placed in his locker morning.

'i really like you but will you ever notice me? btw did anyone told you that you're a cutie ;)'

—

And somehow your crush on heeseung had attracted another man's eyes.

park sunghoon.

'meet me alone after class - hoon'

—

"y/n l/n...I like you since year 1", he confessed.

you looked down to your feet. not sure how you should respond to sunghoon's confession. sunghoon let's out a quiet sigh.

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

"it's him, huh?... it's alright I understand", sunghoon patted your head as you slowly looked back at him.

Sunghoon chuckled lowly as he shook his head. "y/n. you don't have to be scared. you can just reject me if you don't have feelings for me. I'll understand, alright?", he tilts your chin upwards

you blinked before nodding your head. "sorry", you muttered out which sunghoon only responded with a head pat. "it's fine, just know that my offer is always open for you", he smiled before walking away.

you pouted as you fiddled with your fingers anxiously. "maybe I should consider his offer...", thought to yourself. you weren't even sure if heeseung liked you back.

—

Heeseung clenched his jaw as he watched everything unfold behind the wall.

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

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.

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(너는 말야, he's the one that's living in my system, baby)

"when will you notice?", you mumbled under your breath as you leaned against the desk.

Out of nowhere, the door to the classroom opens, revealing heeseung. You raised your brows in confusion.

You nodded at him before attempting to exit the classroom.

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.

( Oh my oh my God

예상했어 나

I was really hoping

That he will come through )

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heeseung held your hand, making you stop in your tracks.

he rested both of his hands against the table, locking you in place.

"him or me, you choose", he spoke lowly.

(Oh my, oh my God, 단 너뿐이야

Asking all the time about what I should do)

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.

you looked down, shutting your eyes in the process. heeseung let out a sigh before moving away.

"take your time, let me know when you have decided"

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.

(No I can never let him go

너만 생각나 24

난 행운아야 정말로 I know, I know)

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.

.

you called him, making him look at you.

"you... I'll always choose you"

.

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.

(널 알기 전까지는 나

의미 없었어 전부 다

내 맘이 끝이 없는 걸 I know, I know

I'm going crazy right?)

The End.

[scorpius-major]

#class is now in session!

Ft: Hu Tao, Barbara, Zhongli, Childe, and Gn! Reader

College au!

in which each character gets their own major and school headcannons

𝙃𝙪 𝙏𝙖𝙤

Mortuary science major without a doubt

Gives off chaotic theater kid vibes as well

Has definitely brought an Ouija board to multiple different sleepovers on multiple different occasions

She’s that one friend that gives you oddly frightening fun facts. Facts that make you go “why does she know that?”

“Did you know that if you eat around 10 crushed black cherry pits there’s enough cyanide to kill you?”

Just leaves you sitting there like ma’am how do you know that?

Hu Tao would peer pressure you into joining theater with her

If you have stage fright she’d find a way to expel it from you

In class she can be very committed to work

If you sit next to her however, that’s a different story

has surprisingly good grades ngl

you sometimes wonder how she keeps up with the work while simultaneously goofing off in class

it frightens you sometimes

like she was dead asleep in class one time and nothing would wake her up

until the professor asked her a question

She sat up really quickly and answered it correctly

you just stared at her like🤨

needless to say you quickly stopped questioning her abilities as a student after that

Barbara

choir kid without a doubt

like no explanation needed

no fr barbs literally has the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard

you probably met in a music theory class

let me just tell you this lady is the most respectful roommate EVER

omg her room is always so clean and tidy it’s just like

miss please teach me your ways I beg🧎🏾‍♀️

stright A student without a doubt

her classes are probably all honors too

with the occasional AP

Not exactly a “teacher’s pet” but like is always willing to help them out

She probably becomes a teacher’s aid at one point

please let her tutor you, she loves it

Ayaka

Dancing major without a doubt

she’s taking a business class too

and also studies traditional Japanese calligraphy

listen I didn’t wanna be the one to say it but

she was the kid who reminded to teacher they had homework in middle school

IT JUST MAKES SENSE💀

if you’re a dance major too, she will always partner with you

another respectful af roommate

she cooks too

and it’s absolutely delicious

like she will cancel any takeout you order and will cook herself

another star student

it always surprises you how she can keep up her grades with her 17 different extracurricular activities

Zhongli

let’s be honest he probably is the professor💀

he’d teach world history without a doubt

that or AP English

i can’t see him as a math teacher

most def the teacher that everybody loves

he’s well aware too

i like to think he takes a little pride in being “the coolest teacher”

yeah let’s be honest he probably subtly humble brags ab it in the teachers lounge😭

he’s also the teacher that everybody trys to guess his age and terribly fails at it lmao

Struggles a LOT with technology

when he first tried to use a smart board he got so frustrated he never used it again

probably the only teacher who still uses textbooks and whiteboards

back in his college days I can kinda see him being a philosophy major

but he changed career choices and became a professor instead

Childe

STILL hasn’t figured out his major lmao💀

he fr changes it like every 3-5 business days

without a doubt he got in on a sports scholarship

med avg grades

i can see him struggling in math idk he just seems like the type of guy I can’t explain it

another one who is a really awesome cook

hes probably involved in a frat house ngl

if you’re roommates expect little to no sleep

heavy college fuckboy vibes

but in an endearing way

idk this is really random but in grade school he was the kid at the water fountain who would say “one, two, three, that’s enough for me” whenever someone was more than three seconds

He also would pick a fight with the 8th graders when he was in like 3rd and after he lost he’d tell his friends that he beat up an 8th grader

def a partier

he’d drag you out to parties late at night

but he always makes sure your comfortable and safe at them

love a respectful man fr

please help him in math he’s begging

[voteoakes]

task 001 ! *// 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞

dominic has never been particularly decisive about (anything?) the places he lives. he lived in a dorm at a boarding school long before he had opinions about the matter, his random-lottery roommate assignment just so happened to be dipped in gold, and his apartment is paid for, the final say belonging to, his parents. no place has ever, truly belonged to him, but this two-bedroom with @saxifraged comes close.

⋆ the bedroom was simple to arrange. aileen and his mother came to a tidy conclusion: the sports memorabilia she wanted out of her house would have a place in italy, as long as it was kept in frames, on shelves, and with pennants cleanly pressed. on move-in day, dom simply held the hammer while the women he loved most instructed and directed, upholding a silent agreement as they put together the image of their shared interest - dom. the gallery wall they arranged consists of shadow boxes of the lanyards worn by season-pass holders to the capitals, too nostalgic to toss; printed photos of his high-school rowing team; and the map of his first marathon run, accented with the assorted medal or two draped precisely to toe the line between juvenile and prideful. ⋆ his desk sees the most use, often strewn with sticky-notes in a dozen shades and notes on the whiteboard calendar above, tacked with polaroid pictures, movie tickets, flyers. he doesn't keep much, too accustomed to a divided life, but paper trash that previously lived in his wallet now has a properly devoted shrine. while chan could never help in this particular arena, dom is a great studier, and by effect, probably spends most of his time here. ⋆ the rest of the apartment, as far as he's concerned, is emilia's to dictate. if she texted him an amazon link, he bought it. bookcase, art print, tv stand - no questions asked. she knew better than him, this was doubtless, but he also considers it his attempt at making theirs a fair trade. they cook together, but em always leaves him leftovers. they share chores, but em always cleans up before they have the club over. em dusts in places dom didn't know could gather dust, keeps the frames straight, chills his drinking glasses after class, and charges his watch when he accidentally abandons it on the kitchen counters. the least he can do in return is take up a very minimal space in the shower organizer. if, one day, there is a way to return the good fortune he received with emilia medina from batesville, indiana, he will.

[pjunicornart]

Random Thoughts About Cornelius/Lewis I think about way too often

Title is self explanatory. Mostly headcanons under the cut.

I wonder what else he's picky about? Why would he make a PB&J gun? Because he's like me. Portions on certain foods need to be EXACTLY TO MY SPECIFICATIONS otherwise I'll break down. So if he's picky about a simple PB&J, what else is he picky over? I think he doesn't like a lot of spaghetti sauce on pasta, or he just orders butter pasta. He probably never has any kind of liquid/creamy based thing on subs, like mayo or dressings. Also can't stand coconut. Just a vibe.

I don't think Neil tolerates heat very well. I feel like on really hot Summer days, the last thing he wants to do is go outside... unless it's to a pool. Because he gets heat sick very easily, and he feels like he's gonna puke but he knows he's not but because he feels like he is he's just in an eternal cycle of suffering. I'm not speaking from experience what are you talking about...

Loud/sudden loud noises are probably a sensitive thing for Cornelius. I feel like when he was younger he'd hate the sound of blenders, mixers, rumble strips on roads, lightning, etc. As well as shrill/cringe inducing noises such as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam, crinkling/ripping/rubbing plastic, squeaky markers on whiteboards, buzzing from flies and bees, and squeaky shoes on linoleum floors.

Do you think Neil ever goes into one of those little travel bubbles and just kinda floats through the air? Like to be in a calming environment.

I think besides dogs, he also wants a pet snake. It was like that when he was a kid, and as an adult, he still wants a pet snake.

Cornelius has a very specific way of doing things, and if you mess up that system by cleaning his mess for him, you're dead!

I think in general he has sleep issues. Especially when Neil is on business trips. He's only comfortable (and used to) sleeping in his own environment, so any other environment messes with his routine enough to make him toss and turn.

In case it wasn't already obvious, I think Cornelius is autistic. Self diagnosed later on down the line. I feel like the physical symptom he displays the most (aside from fidgeting) is toe walking.

Let's face it... Lewis in the movie is kind of an irritable jerk. But I think this is explained by his past. He always keeps his guard up and he never wants to get close to anybody because they always leave him. Hence why he scolds himself for letting himself think Wilbur was a friend, rather than scolding Wilbur for lying after he found out.

He didn't like frogs at first because "Ew, slimy."

He was definitely the type to always get picked last in gym class. Neil can't catch a ball to save his life... but he is a pretty fast runner.

Another vibe I get, but I feel like there were those times when he wished Mr. Willerstein could be his dad. He was essentially the only thing close to a father figure he had in his life before he got adopted. We don't see much screen time with them interacting, but it's clear Lewis and Mr. Willerstein had a pretty good teacher-student relationship. Hell, I even feel like Lewis would prefer to spend his lunch hour with his teacher instead of in the cafeteria with everybody being loud and annoying.

If Neil is gonna play any game, it's gotta have good puzzles. So what I'm saying is he probably played a lot of Professor Layton. But because he grew up during the DS, Wii, and Gamecube era, he's probably nostalgic for those Zelda games (Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword), Mario games (New Bros. Wii, Mario Kart Wii, Galaxy 1 & 2, Mario Kart DS, Mario Party DS, Double Dash, Sunshine, Paper Mario), as well as the Metroid and Megaman games which would've been in circulation during that time period. For some reason, I don't think he was ever interested in Pokemon. I feel like that's more Franny's schtick.

Cornelius does NOT like horror games. Unless it's FNaF, because it's not actually scary most of the time.

He either sleeps in the softest blankets known to man or he ain't sleeping at all.

Neil may be one of the smartest men on Earth, yes, but he still has his dumb moments. Like when he's trying to find the syrup in the pantry for his pancakes, and he can't find it so he asks Wilbur for help. Then Wilbur proceeds to find the bottle of syrup that was right in front of Neil's face the whole time, and he somehow didn't register its existence.

Lewis prefers longer socks to normal length socks, because he blisters easily. But also because there are more fun varieties.

Frogs he can learn to love. But small, spindly spiders? NOPE NOPE NOPE. Tarantulas? He loves them because they're fuzzy and the perfect petting size! But the minute the spiders get smaller he is OUT. He hates bugs in general, really. The minute he finds a spider, ant, bee, or any bug in his house he will bomb the residence then move to Mars.

[ravendruid]

Be In My Eyes - Chapter 18

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. Check out the outfit inspiration boards here. Summary: With midterms week coming to an end, it's time to sit back, relax, clean some wounds—mostly emotional—and party!

Keyleth glanced at the clock strategically placed above the whiteboard in the classroom. Bile clawed its way up her esophagus and onto her throat as she realized she had less than five minutes until the end of the exam, and she still had two questions left. She tried to focus on the question she was working on, but the more she read it, the emptier her brain felt. Until, at last, the dreadful cough ensuing from the professor two rows down called her attention.

“Pens down.”

Keyleth tried to control her breathing as she lowered her pen and closed her exam, the blank space of the last two questions taunting her. Her heart started racing, and she stared at the paper in front of her with wide, unfocused eyes. Keyleth tuned out of her surroundings, not paying attention to the rustling of her classmates packing and leaving nor the blur of her professor taking away her unfinished exam. This was one of the most important subjects of her degree, and because of that, the professor had made it clear at the beginning of the year that finals would be worth 60% of their final grade while midterms would take 30% of it. Having a bad grade on the midterm could drastically lower Keyleth’s final grade if she didn’t raise it by finals.

“Miss Ashari?” The professor called her, gently touching her shoulder.

Keyleth looked up at the middle-aged man, the wrinkles around his soft, concerned brown eyes were more prominent at such a close distance. 

“Y—yes?” Her voice was low, barely louder than a whisper, and wavering.

“Is everything alright?”

Professor Uriel was not only one of the oldest professors in the Biology department of the University of Emon, but was also a descendant of its founder. While such a high status could turn the man into a power-hungry narcissist, Professor Uriel was one of the kindest teachers Keyleth had, going as far as to bother remembering his students’ names.

“I’m sorry,” Keyleth mumbled, embarrassed. “I’m afraid I wasn’t able to complete my exam.”

“Ah.” Professor Uriel smiled kindly, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes shifting with it. “Do not worry about that, Miss Ashari. I have faith that you can still get a high grade. You are, after all, the best student in this class, are you not?”

Keyleth’s face reddened. She did put an immense amount of hours into her homework and assignments, and she tried to participate as much as her anxiety allowed her, but she would never call herself the best student in the class. 

“Let’s find out first what your grade was, and then we can discuss if there is a need for extra assignments to bring it up. Does that sound good to you?”

“Y—yes, that would be… Thank you, Professor,” Keyleth gave the man a hopeful smile before she started packing her things. 

It was already fully dark out when she left the teaching building, but Keyleth tried to not let the feeling of unease take over her. She was still slightly anxious about her exam, and walking alone at night didn’t help much. On a different occasion, she would have called Vax and asked him to stay on the phone with her until she got back to Greyskull, but he was still not talking to her. 

Keyleth started wondering if maybe it was her fault. Had she done something to upset him? Perhaps if she had tried to be less clingy, he wouldn’t be mad at her, or maybe if she had tried to be better, he would still be talking to her. Was there a point in even thinking about it anymore? It had been almost a week since their last conversation on the way home from the bar, and Vax didn’t seem any closer to resuming their friendship. Would it be best for Keyleth to forget about it and move on? 

Keyleth’s thoughts got interrupted by her phone vibrating in her pocket. A picture of Vex’ahlia and Trinket hugging in their bedroom showed on the screen, and Keyleth answered the call with a frown.

“Hi, Vex. Is everything okay?”

“Keyleth!” Vex cheered giddily on the other side of the line, immediately followed by an also cheerful Pike, giving Keyleth the impression that they both had already started drinking. “Where are you?”

“On my way home. I just finished my last exam.”

“We’re going out tonight to celebrate. Will you please come with us, darling? Pretty please,” Vex begged, shadowed by Pike in the background.

“Alright, but just us girls. Is that okay?” Keyleth bit her lip, hoping Vex was too tipsy to consider the reason for her request.

“Sure. No stinky boys tonight. Did you hear that, brother?”

Keyleth’s heart fell to her stomach. Vax was with his sister, and while she might have been too drunk to not add up the math, Vax wouldn’t be. He would surely figure out right away the reason for Keyleth’s request. Did it really matter, though? Did she care about how Vax felt for being left behind while the girls went out to have fun? The answer was an easy yes, because no matter what Keyleth told herself—or forced herself to believe—Vax’s sadness still made her heart ache.

“Well,” Pike’s voice got closer, and Keyleth heard shuffling on the other side. When she spoke again, the shorter girl’s voice was louder, “We’re going to have dinner first, then we’re going to Glorious. A girls’ night.” She offered. 

“Sounds good to me,” Keyleth answered, relaxing her shoulders as she saw the lights of Greyskull on the other side of the road. “I’m almost home. I just need to shower and get ready.”

“I have a dress for you, Keyleth,” Vex replied behind Pike.

“O—okay?” Keyleth was scared because she had seen Vex’s dresses before, and most of them were not something Keyleth could see herself wearing, but she gave her friend the benefit of the doubt and accepted the offer. 

Vex’ahlia and Pike were both waiting for Keyleth when she walked in, Pike holding a shot glass and Vex two. Vax was sitting on the armchair closest to the TV—Keyleth’s unofficially assigned armchair—with an open book on his lap. He didn’t even try to conceal the amusement on his face as his sister and their roommate loudly cheered Keyleth’s return home and promptly handed her a drink. Quite the opposite. His smile towards Keyleth was softer than she had seen him look at her that week, suddenly setting the embers in her navel ablaze. 

“Come on, let’s get ready,” Vex dragged Keyleth behind her to their room, where she started digging through her closet.

“Go ahead and shower first,” Pike instructed Keyleth as she, too, dug through her wardrobe. Keyleth obeyed, not wanting to burst her roommates’ bubble of happiness. 

Keyleth showered quickly, wanting to free the bathroom for the other two as fast as possible. She was still getting used to sharing her space with others, a habit she didn’t have due to being an only child and having lived most of her life with only her dad. While Vex and Pike were comfortable with anyone walking in the bathroom while they showered, Keyleth wasn’t. It had taken her a few weeks to even become comfortable with the idea of changing clothes in front of her roommates, which she had only started doing after Vex rolled her eyes at Keyleth and reminded her they all had the same body parts and that she didn’t have anything Vex hadn’t seen before. Sometimes Keyleth felt guilty for taking over the bathroom when the other two needed to get ready. But thankfully, they had fallen into a natural schedule where Pike and Vex would make up for any lost time by getting ready together.

“I have this dress for you,” Vex said as soon as Keyleth walked out of the bathroom, fully wrapped in a towel. She was holding a hanger with a black dress that already looked too short on her friend.

“I have dresses, too, you know?” Keyleth moved aside, allowing Pike in. Vex cocked an eyebrow, but Keyleth ignored her, opening her wardrobe and looking through her hanging dresses. She found the one she was looking for and pulled it out, showing it to Vex, who gave her an approving look.

“You’re full of surprises, Keyleth. I never thought you would have a dress that short.” Vex smiled, putting her dress back in her closet.

Keyleth blushed at that. She wasn’t sure if Vex was complimenting or mocking her, so she opted not to say anything. Although, in her defense, that was the shortest dress Keyleth owned and one she had never worn before. She had been saving it for a special occasion, and she figured it was either that or having to wear Vex’s dress, which was way shorter than the one she owned. 

“Hey, Pike,” Vex called loudly as she opened the bathroom door. Keyleth saw her browse her make-up kit, unbothered by the fact that her roommate was in the middle of a shower. “How much do you two want to bet the boys are going to show up at Gilmore’s to check on us?” 

“They better not,” Pike replied, her head peeking out of the curtain. “I will kick them out of the bar if they do.”

Keyleth and Vex both laughed at their friend. For such a short girl, Pike had the courage of a giant.

—

Vax’ildan stretched out on the armchair, setting his book on the small side table. It felt wrong to enjoy the comfort of the plush green pillow behind his back, the one Keyleth had bought specifically for this chair. It felt even worse to be sitting on it, enjoying the view of the entire living area and kitchen, the proximity to the bookshelf, growing fuller every week, and the soft lamp in the corner behind the armchair that provided just the right amount of lighting to read. It felt wrong because this was Keyleth’s spot—everyone at the apartment knew that—and Vax, more than anyone, was undeserving of such comforts after being a complete dick to his best friend all week.

Staying away from Keyleth had cost Vax more than he wanted to admit to himself, both emotionally and physically. Gilmore, who Vax learned had no trouble speaking the truth, even if it hurt his friends, had drilled into him all week about how he was screwing this up badly with Keyleth by being so distant, not helping with the overwhelming guilt he already felt. Almost worse than the guilt were Vex’ahlia’s piercing stares whenever Vax joined the girls to study. It had confused him, of course. Vex had been nagging him to leave his bedroom since classes started, and now that he did, he felt like she almost wanted to kill him for that. It’s not that he didn’t know why. Vax wasn’t dumb. What confused him the most was that the last time he talked to his sister about the subject, she was hellbent on pushing him away from Keyleth. If anything, Vax thought his sister would be happy with their distancing, but she had proven him wrong. 

There was no use in crying over spilled milk. Vax had made a conscious decision and had stuck to it. As much as it hurt him, there was no turning back. Or at least that’s what he thought before Pike sought him earlier that afternoon. The worshipper of the Everlight—of all gods, it had to be a disciple of the goddess of redemption—had come bearing good news and a second chance, which Vax was going to hold on too tightly and try not to ruin everything. That’s why his heart broke when Vex informed him no boys were allowed to go out with the girls that night. Ever since he heard his sister and Pike scheming to get Keyleth out of the house to celebrate, Vax hoped to take the chance to enact his redemption, but Keyleth had other plans. 

Vax had run multiple scenarios in his mind on how he would approach Keyleth to apologize, to justify his behavior, but none of them seemed good enough. She deserved much better than him. No matter what Pike told him, Vax wouldn’t take anything for real until he heard it from Keyleth’s lips. He knew he had to make sure everything was perfect, no matter what his plan was. He was ready to work hard for Keyleth’s forgiveness.

What Vax wasn’t ready for, though, was the sight in front of him as, one after the other, the girls walked into the living room. 

Pike walked in first. She wore a light blue mini dress with a low-cut square neckline, see-through chiffon sleeves and skirt, and white heels that made her barely taller than five feet. Her pale blonde hair was loosely curled down to her shoulders with two intertwined pieces on each side of her head meeting at the back, and she was wearing a golden necklace with the symbol of the Everlight. Her make-up was also done perfectly in shades of gold and light blue eyeshadow—Vax recognized his sister’s signature smoky style—and soft pink lipstick. There was no denying: Pike was as beautiful as she was intelligent, thus emphasizing even further why Scanlan was so infatuated with her. 

Vex’ahlia was right behind Pike, the height difference clearly noticeable as they chatted with each other. Vax had long gotten used to his sister’s fashion style, but it still bothered him sometimes how she would bare herself so much. Vex wore black shorts and a sheer black shirt with embroidered roses with what looked like a white lace bodysuit underneath. She carried a pair of worn-out and cheap combat-style boots—the off-brand pair she bought to match Vax’s. Her hair, much like Pike’s, was also loosely curled down to her shoulder blades with two interlocked pieces on each side that met at the back, and her make-up consisted of her signature smoky eyeshadow in gold and black and sharp eyeliner. Vax noticed she was also wearing the silver bear necklace and the golden ‘V’ pendant he had given a few years back. No matter how much of a hard-ass Vex was to him, it comforted him to know she still wanted him close, even when he wasn’t physically able to be near her.

“Oh, hi, brother.” Vex greeted him, setting her shoes behind the couch and shooing Trinket so she could sit.

“You two look very beautiful. Although, Vex’ahlia, you—”

“Oh, don’t you even start, Vax.” She admonished him with a piercing look.

“Wait until you see Keyleth,” Pike said with a knowing look as she sat next to Vex on the couch.

The girls chatted happily for five minutes, and for five minutes, Vax tried to gather the chaos of thoughts in his mind, praying to whichever gods were listening that they would give him the strength to not act like a fool. It seemed like the gods weren’t listening, though, because as soon as Keyleth walked into the living room, absent-mindedly searching for something in her purse, Vax’s jaw dropped, and all blood rushed from his brain.

Keyleth was wearing a forest green mini dress—Vax had never seen her wear anything that short—with colorful flowers, a low-cut square neckline, and sheer sleeves. Her long red hair was curled down to the entire length of her back, with braids on each side of her head that were fastened by a small green bow in the back—now it was obvious to him that she had done the other girls’ hair, too, since they were all matching. She was wearing Vex’s heels again, the ones that made her almost as tall as Grog, and had a golden leaf pendant around her neck. 

“Finally,” Vex’ahlia muttered, standing to her feet. Keyleth looked at her friends apologetically before her gaze fell on Vax’s still awestruck expression. 

Vax was glad he was still sitting on her armchair because he would have fallen to his ass from the look Keyleth gave him. She had a different shine to her eyes. Maybe it was from the smoky gold and green eyeshadow, or perhaps the sharp eyeliner—Vex’ahlia had for sure been in charge of the girls’ make-up—but something about Keyleth’s look made his entire body numb.

Even worse than Vax not feeling anything was the fact that he also didn’t realize that all three girls were staring at him: Vex and Pike in amusement at his bewildered expression, and Keyleth with an increasing blush in her cheeks. In his defense, though, Keyleth was beautiful.

“Brother,” Vex’ahlia approached Vax, slapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. That seemed to break the hold on him, and Vax shifted his attention to his sister. “We’re going to leave now. Don’t even think about following us, alright? We’ll be fine.”

“Uhm… y—yeah. Sure.”

Vex shook her head as she stepped away from him, joining Pike and Keyleth by the door, who were putting on their jackets. Keyleth allowed the other two to leave before her, holding back and looking at Vax again. Her body shuffled awkwardly at the door as she bit her lower lip in discomfort, and for a moment, Vax could swear Keyleth was waiting for him to ask her to stay. Gods above. Vax wanted to ask her to stay home with him so badly, but just as quick as the thought crossed their minds, it vanished into the unknown, and Keyleth left—not before giving him a soft smile, unable to hide the sadness in her eyes.

It took Vax a lot of strength and self-control not to chase her down the hall, to heed his sister’s words, and not follow them to the restaurant and the bar. After such a long and exhausting week, all that strength seemed to deplete his resources, and Vax was barely able to drag himself to his bed, much to Percival’s surprise, who had been quietly sketching out something at his desk. He had no more energy to change his clothes, so he allowed himself to flop onto the mattress with a soft thud and closed his eyes. His heart ached again as the small flame of hope slowly extinguished itself.

Keyleth would never love him, no matter what Pike said. Vax hadn’t been good enough for her a month ago, and he wasn’t good enough for her now, after all the pain he put her through. Again, he wasn’t dumb. Vax knew very well that Keyleth had asked for a girls’ night because she wanted to be away from him. Could he blame her, though? Keyleth had all the right to be mad at him. Even though it hurt him, Vax felt he had no energy left to fight for her—for them.

The last image that crossed Vax’s mind as sleep took over his conscience was Keyleth’s smile whenever she saw him walk into a room. He loved her smile so much. She had shined so bright in his life, and he ruined everything, dragging himself back to darkness again. He was all alone again, as he should be. Someone like him didn’t deserve to be loved by someone so kind and pure as Keyleth.

[187days]

Day One Hundred Nine

It was ominously dark all morning, as if it was about to snow, but it never did. I do think it kept the students from being too antsy for vacation, though; if the weather had been nice, they’d have been desperate to leave. Instead, they worked really hard, and we’re headed into February break on a positive note.

I started World by complimenting students’ work on their Culture Projects because they really were terrific. Then, after we did our usual twenty minutes of reading, I handed out a content quiz. That’s an open notes quiz on the various topics we’ve touched on in this unit. So, the questions were about identifying aspects of culture, explaining different elements of geography, giving examples of how cultures can be impacted by their environments, that sort of thing. Nearly everyone crushed it; the only ones who didn’t were the students who’ve crumpled every paper I’ve given out despite my numerous warnings not to do that. But it’s not irrecoverable, and, hopefully, it’s a lesson learned.

My GOV students also had a quiz- a vocab quiz, in their case- and then they had to tell me about the 12th, 20th, 22nd, and 25th amendments since those all pertain to the presidency. Lastly, they read about the federal bureaucracy, and we discussed the interaction between the legislative branch and the executive branch in policy making. I talked through FCC rule-making as an example, which worked well, I think. 

We wrapped up with about ten minutes to spare, so they were able to relax until the bell. 

I used the remainder of my workday to clean off my whiteboards, make sure all my grades were entered, and chat with Ms. E, who joined us mid-year as a special ed. case manager. We talk most days because a lot of the students on her caseload are in my classes, but we didn’t realize until today that we grew up in the same town in Georgia (for a time, at least; I’m an army kid, so I moved every couple years, but still). And, not only that, we grew up maybe a mile or two away from each other. Her neighborhood was on one side of this main road, mine was on the other. How wild is that???

Our minds were blown.

And, after that convo, it was time to leave. Fittingly, the sun came out right as a lot of us were headed to our cars. We’re on vacation for a week now! Woohoo!

[oliviahallwriting]

Chapter 12

It was relatively easy for Laura to figure out Kiyana’s class schedule, after several days without a text. Sure, it took twenty minutes out of her day, and required talking to strangers, but she’d never found it difficult to start a conversation (keeping them interested was another matter). Her foolproof plan involved looking lost in the upper-graduate halls until people asked her questions. It only took speaking to six students for her to list every class Kiyana had taken over the past year.

She’d even gotten a potential date out of the deal. Rebuffed, obviously. He was cute and all, but between her own classes, her conference work, and this whole RAIN debacle she’d injected herself into, she simply didn’t have the time, and she’d told him so.

The point was, she’d figured out Kiyana’s schedule and, more importantly, when her next class ended. Some obscure freshman single-credit seminar across campus, too; no way she would’ve figured it out by guessing. Turned out that Kiyana, in addition to her coursework and chemistry T.A. jobs, led a seminar on the sociopolitical implications of reality TV dating shows. Something dull like that; it was far from Laura’s area of expertise. 

Laura shrugged and headed towards the seminar building, eventually arriving at a fairly impressive undergraduate hall, a two-story structure with curved staircases flanking two entrances to a large lecture hall. A hallway turned out in both directions of the second-floor entrance, containing several doors, each presumably to a smaller classroom.

Kiyana’s class ended in fifteen minutes, so Laura took a seat on one of several leather chairs in the bustling ground-floor lounge. Many of the students around her held coffees or teas in compostable paper cups. Many of them looked to be the same order; the same orange-brown beverage with a foam top. A second look located the source, a cafe nestled into one of the hall’s crannies not far from the main door.

A few students nearby wheeled over an upright dry-erase board and started to draw some physics diagrams. Shakily, Laura noticed. The curves weren’t as clean as those drawn by her peers in the graduate program. Upright drawing was a skill developed after at least a few months.

“Gentlemen,” she said, and winced when two of them whipped around, apparently spooked. She supposed she’d been a little quieter than she needed to be. Or maybe they startled easily, like Tom. “Not to pry, but you’re using the wrong equation. You want the cosine of the vector, not the tangent.”

The guy at the whiteboard stared at her blankly, but she continued.

“That is, if I heard the problem correctly. I’ve taken your class before; this is my fifth year.”

“Well, thanks,” the whiteboard guy said. He seemed a little put-off, though she might have been overreading him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She decided to move to a different chair, ten or so meters away. There were more empty chairs on the second floor, but they weren’t as appealing, due to them being situated two meters from the edge of the staircase. Not that she was afraid of heights. Not more so than most, certainly; a healthy fear. It was enough that she worked on the second floor of a building, wasn’t it? That had to be a step forward, had to, as her counselor had told her, represent strides. So no, she didn’t want to sit next to the staircase. But she would climb them, and wait outside the door to Kiyana’s seminar, and so she did.

Kiyana was the last to leave the room. When she saw Laura, her eyebrows rose.

“Shit,” she said, and let out a breath before putting her hand out to steady herself on a nearby wall. “You were waiting outside my classroom?”

“If it helps, I did this with Tom, too.”

Kiyana laughed. She had severe shadows below her eyes, exhaustion beyond university standard, but she wore the laughter well.

“You look well,” Laura said, as they walked. That was one of her standard conversation-openers, when she didn’t know what else to say. She might as well lead the conversation, since Kiyana was leading the way. She didn’t know where they were walking. It was the mid-afternoon; hopefully they’d get lunch. 

“Thanks,” Kiyana replied. “The seminar helps. It’s nice to be paid to talk about my shows.”

“I thought the seminars were supposed to be discussions,” Laura said.

“Oh, sure. But I still have a couple minutes at the start to go on about the weird social dynamics in Show Me I’m Yours, even if it’s only to lead the class. And you know I can’t help but, um, interject throughout.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“And it’s not like I talk about these shows with Jennifer. I love her, but she does not get it. They really aren’t her thing.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Laura said. She tried to put some verve on the delivery’ for some reason, people didn’t usually read her sarcasm.

It worked well enough, since Kiyana chortled a little.

“Okay, but listen, these shows are wild when you delve into them,” she said. “It’s basically symbolic interactionism, but with the weirdest possible examples instead of ideal types.”

Laura hummed a little, confused, but Kiyana kept going without explaining herself, talking about social-studies adjacent topics like ‘reified gender’ and the ‘rarely-acknowledged feminine gaze’. This must be, she realized, what Tom felt when she spoke about engineering.

Kiyana led them into the first-floor cafe. Laura gave the barista her order, but Kiyana hesitated, apparently lost in the menu. After a moment, the barista glanced down at his phone. It was softly playing some kind of spoken audio track, likely an audiobook or a podcast. He re-focused on them once Kiyana spoke.

“I apologize, but I don’t know what to get,” she said. “Any recommendations?”

“The Loftman Fog,” the barista said. “It’s a foamed tea latte. Mostly black tea, with an added loose-leaf blend for a citrus-like finish.”

“Oh, huh, that sounds nice,” Kiyana said. “Maybe I’ll get that one.”

Two thoughts hit Laura simultaneously. The first was that it was odd, when RAIN was supposedly spreading across campus, that several people were drinking the same thing, even if the barista was recommending it. The second, which could have been coincidental, was the semantic relationship between the words “rain” and “fog”. Granted, it didn’t really make sense for that to matter, unless the RAIN executives had a sense of humor, but it unnerved her, enough to grab Kiyana’s arm.

“What’s your problem?” Kiyana hissed.

“Don’t order that,” Laura said. “I don’t trust it.”

“Well, you could just say that instead of manhandling me,” Kiyana grumbled. “Weirdo.”

The barista didn’t say anything and gazed at Laura, expression flat.

“A tea latte killed my uncle,” Laura said quickly. “Allergies. I’m sure you understand.”

Kiyana shook her head, clearly bewildered, but the barista nodded sympathetically. Laura looked at Kiyana and continued.

“So maybe, for my sake, you could order a coffee instead?”

“Whatever,” Kiyana replied, and laughed, a little embarrassed. “A medium iced coffee and a BLT, then.”

The barista gave them their orders. Laura gestured for them to eat on a shaded bench next to the hall. Kiyana seemed happy to leave the cafe and, when they sat down, Kiyana turned to her.

“You want to explain that?”

“Oh, I thought there was RAIN in the Loftman Fog. Both precipitation, you see. And a lot of people were drinking it.” She took a bite of her sandwich.

“Oh, my God, Laura. What?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I figured that that would be their next step. We were talking about them testing the compound, so I assume that, once they need a broader sampling pool, they’ll move to the whole campus. I don’t think it’s reached the tap yet, just because I can’t imagine that I’d have avoided it at that point, which is good.”

Kiyana took a bite of her BLT. Her hands were shaking enough that a piece of bacon broke off the end and landed on the pavement.

“I thought I was through with this,” she said. “I’d already helped you with this RAIN shit. I told you what I know. Now you’re saying that I can’t escape it?”

“I mean, I don’t think anyone will,” Laura replied, and then wished that she’d said something more inspiring. “Maybe you could work on a counteragent,” she offered. “You’re in chem, right?”

Kiyana barked out a laugh. “Do I look like I have a Ph.D? Two? Because that’s what you’re asking when you tell me to ‘work on a counteragent’.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe you should make a space shuttle, so I can leave this conversation. Because you’re in engineering.”

“I get your point,” Laura said. 

Kiyana gave a little ‘humph’ sound and went back to her lunch. Laura followed suit, guilt growing in her chest.

“Hey, Kiyana, I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have told you to work on the cure. I’m trying to figure out something to do besides wait.”

Kiyana looked surprised for a moment, and then sighed. “That makes sense. I don’t know. I don’t really have it in me to help. But, if you can, you should.”

Laura didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t. They ate in silence even after the bell tower struck two. Kiyana had a class to T.A. for, Laura remembered from her sleuthing earlier in the day. She’d be several minutes late. 

Eventually, Kiyana turned to her, holding more anguish than Laura had ever seen in an expression.

“Laura,” she said, “I’m tired.”

[knchins]

Naivety - Ran & Rindou H.

Summary: College professors Ran and Rindou often share students...in more ways than one.

Pairing: Ran x Reader x Rindou

Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral

Rating: E+

Word Count: 2.8k

Kinktober Prompt: Double Penetration + Noncon

Request: Anon

Warnings: NONCON, college teacher/adult student, unequal power dynamics, manipulation, blackmail(?), semi-public sex, corruption kink, yandere/obsessive behavior, begging, vaginal fingering, dacryphilia, very brief oral (afab receiving), vaginal sex, unsafe sex, anal sex (no prep/no lube, please don't do this), double penetration (two holes), some degradation, some praise, light spanking/groping, some implied mind break, cream pies, no aftercare

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Ran's lilac eyes scanned over the small auditorium, an almost bored look on his face as he continued the lecture. While the subject he taught was generally fascinating, this particular introductory lesson was less than entertaining for him to go over. It was as necessary as the extraction of an infected tooth and about as enjoyable. 

His gaze stopped on your face. His favorite, most beloved student, worked tirelessly to get down every word that came from his mouth onto paper. The first time he saw you, he could smell the naivety on you. The sweet innocence that he craved so much to destroy. 

Ran was used to being lusted after by his students. He was tall, handsome, articulate, and well-put together. His striking features were a sight for sore eyes on exam days and while he could be a bit of a sadistic professor, students would often flock to his classes again and again just to spend more time with him. 

His younger brother, Rindou, was a professor at the same university. They taught similar subjects and oftentimes there was a crossover between classes. They shared a lot of the same students and while people adored Ran, Rindou was the harder one to please. He was strict with deadlines, less animated during lectures, and his exams were known to be some of the toughest in the school. 

Yet time and time again, students would subject themselves to his torture just to get a look at his pretty face or maybe even to do the impossible: to win him over. Unlike Ran, Rindou never played favorites. There was no way to tell if you were in his good graces or not. While some students liked this, others weren't too fond of not knowing where they stood. 

Ran finished his lecture as he glanced at the clock in the back of the room. His time was up and with one last lingering look in your direction, he dismissed the class. He turned his back to the seats and began to clean off the whiteboard he had been scribbling equations down on as he explained them. 

He listened to the sounds of the students filing out of the room, most of them in a rush to get to lunch as the clock had just hit noon. He heard the unmistakably light footsteps that hesitantly came towards him. Without even looking he knew that it was you, his star pupil, his delicate little flower. The one he had had his sights on since the first day of the semester. 

"Professor Haitani?" You asked, your voice soft with a slight tremble from nerves. Despite how many times you came up to him after class to speak with him, you always worried that you were bothering him. 

"Office hours start after lunch," He said, a playful smirk on his face as he turned to look at the now sullen expression on your face. "But what can I help you with?" Your name rolled off his lips effortlessly as if it had been made for him to speak aloud.

You quickly apologized to him before asking for clarification on something that had been in the homework assigned for that week. The directions had been a little unclear to you, so you figured it would be best to catch him after class. Ran was notorious for his ever-changing office hours and could be difficult to get ahold of at times. 

Ran hardly paid you any attention as he noticed that the two of you were left alone in the modestly sized classroom. He explained the assignment a little more thoroughly before pining you down with his sharp eyes, their normal laziness somehow fading at the fact that he was in the perfect position to make his move. 

"Did you know that you're my favorite student?" He asked nonchalantly, acting as if he wasn't setting your entire body on fire with that very question. Of course, you had a crush on your hot professor, who in the class was immune to his good looks and charm? 

A lump formed in your throat as your heart hammered away in your chest. "Sir?" You asked, confusion intertwined with the question. Had you heard him correctly? Was it just a figment of your imagination? 

You pressed back against the desk that he had somehow managed to corner you against, his hand brushing against your thigh slightly. He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, enjoying the look of complete shock that was etched into your features. 

"You have the highest grade in the class," He practically cooed, "I think that deserves a reward." This time the pads of his fingers didn't just brush against your thigh, rather they found their way up your modest skirt to press fire into your cool skin. 

Your breath was caught in your chest, not quite believing that something like this was happening to you. Of course, there were rumors that the Haitani professors sometimes fooled around with their students, but after an investigation, they were said to be just that: rumors. They were fantasies conjured up by young, horny minds. 

Ran felt the smooth skin of your thigh, squeezing it before jerking it away from the other. You hadn't even noticed that you had pressed your thighs together in an attempt to keep him out. Tears were already forming along your lower lash line, though you did your best to keep them from falling down your face. 

"Be a good student and spread those legs, you don't want to fail, do you?" He asked, sounding almost bored as you shook, rattling the various objects on top of the desk behind you. You did as you were told, spreading your legs enough for him to fit his hands between them. The idea of him failing you because you didn't do as he told you had your blood running cold with anxiety. 

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as his fingers traced your slit through your underwear. Your eyes were tightly shut as you tried to imagine yourself in a place somewhere far from here. 

"Eyes on me," Ran said sharply, and begrudgingly you reopened them to look at him, two tears escaping and falling down your cheeks. "Ah, you look so pretty when you're crying." He replied, kissing the trail of tears along the side of your face. The act made you shudder once more and you wondered what would happen if you screamed out for help. 

It would be your word against his. There were no cameras in the room that you knew of. No one was around to witness what was happening. Who would ever believe you over your suave, smooth-talking professor? 

Ran pushed the middle of your underwear aside to touch your bare lips. You bit down harder, wishing you could take your eyes off him and look somewhere, anywhere else. How could he possibly look so stoic while doing something so heinous? A small whine of protest left you, muffled by your refusal to open your mouth in fear of breaking out into loud sobs. 

His finger nimbly moved past your folds and slid into your naturally damp core. It was tight, barely stretching for his digit due to your lack of arousal. You attempted to push him out by clamping down, but it only furthered his intrigue. 

More tears fell, "Please, Professor, I won't tell anyone if you just let me go." The beg made his cock twitch in his tight-fitting dress pants. "Just stop, p-please," your voice wobbled as you fought back cries of anguish. 

Ran hummed, a sound of curiosity as he simply added a second finger and watched your jaw clench in pain. While your hymen was no longer intact, that didn't mean that you were well-versed in sexual acts either. 

His thumb began to rub lazy circles against your clit and you tried to quell the feelings of arousal that came with it. More whimpers were escaping from your throat which was so tight with anxiety that it was hard to even breathe. 

The door creaked open and both sets of eyes went to it. Yours wide and watery as you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of none other than the other Haitani professor. Certainly, he'd see what his older brother was doing and would stop him, right? There was no way he'd let this continue. 

"I thought I'd find you here," Rindou said and your eyes widened at how unsurprised he was. "I thought we were going to lunch?" The shaking of your legs only increased and Ran had to put an arm around you to keep you from falling back onto the desk.

"I have lunch right here," He replied, his demeanor blase as he continued to finger fuck you slowly. His eyes flickered back to meet yours and saw the scream that threatened to erupt from you. "Nah uh," He said with a smirk, "want to ruin that high GPA of yours? Lose your scholarships? Hm? Keep quiet and I'll make sure you pass with flying colors." 

You quickly shut your mouth and nodded your head stiffly, not bothering to stop the tears anymore as he increased the pace of his fingers. 

Though you could no longer see his face, Rindou looked pleased. While it was still relatively early in the semester, he had been looking forward to finding a new pet to play with. While Ran usually had good taste, he had picked out a few duds before. Like the ones that tried to report their lewd behavior. 

But you? Rindou had kept his eyes on you from the moment he first saw you. You were yet to be on his roster but he had seen you leaving Ran's class before. He knew that he had to have you, had to sink his teeth into you, and needed to control you for the remainder of your college education. 

Ran slipped his fingers out of you, slick arousal now coating them. He watched the horror that spread across your face as he showed you just how wet they were. "You keep acting like you don't want this, but look how soaked my fingers are from your tight little hole." 

Your body was on fire with embarrassment and anger. If only you had the strength to fight back, to make him somehow pay for humiliating you. But you stood frozen in place like a doe that had just jumped in front of a speeding vehicle. 

Your professor grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the desk so that his brother could easily get behind you. Rindou moved quickly but quietly, startling you when his hands reached up your skirt to yank down the damp underwear. He maneuvered your leg upwards so that he could get your foot through the hole, allowing easy access for the two of them. 

"Please," You muttered, knowing it was pointless but unable to stop the whimper from coming out. "I won't tell, just let me go." Rindou had a smug smile on his face as he forced your legs apart more. Ran seemed almost bored with your plea. 

"I know you won't," Ran replied, "And you'll be free to go as soon as we're finished." 

You let out a squeak of surprise when you felt a tongue against your slit. Rindou was between your legs, tasting you, teasing you as you nearly collapsed on top of him from fear. You dared to look down, realizing he had to have been fairly flexible to get into the position he was currently in. 

Rin moved out from between your legs and stood back up. Both he and Ran began to undo their leather belts, unzipping their zippers, and freeing their cocks from their trousers. You shut your eyes once more and tried to go to a happy place, somewhere far away from the cold classroom. 

A hand roughly grabbed you by the chin, "Open up those pretty eyes." Despite the compliment, it was a harsh demand. You forced yourself to open your eyelids to see Ran's angry expression. "Since you can't listen to the rules the first time, we're going to have to punish you." 

Rindou grabbed your right leg and lifted it, your knee folding under his grip. With his free hand, he pumped his cock quickly before pressing it to your tight asshole and roughly thrusting into it without any sort of preparation. 

Ran quickly placed a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry of pain. The searing heat of being stretched by Rindou had you ready to sob until you felt a second penis bully its way into your pussy. 

Both men were letting out low groans as your hands found the lapels of Ran's jacket and clenched them tightly for support. Both holes were gripping them tightly, trying to force them out as you attempted to deny the pleasure they were bringing you. 

It wasn't as if you had never done anything like this before. You had only had sex a few times with your boyfriend, however, that was it. It was nothing like this rough snapping of hips. You had never felt so full in your entire life. It was as if there wasn't room for anything else inside of you. 

Ran removed his hand from your mouth so he could hold onto your hips with both hands, squeezing the flesh there hard enough to leave faint bruises. "Taking us so well," He cooed, "What a good little student." 

He let out another groan of pleasure at how tight and wet you were, despite forcing his large dick into a small space, he was feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure. His brother was in the same position, still holding up your leg with one hand as he smacked and grabbed your ass with the other. 

"Fuck this asshole is so tight," Rindou hissed under his breath as he increased his pace. Your death grip on his cock began to loosen as the pain of his first entry dissipated with each thrust. Now the only ache you were feeling was the one for orgasm, pressure forming into a knot in the pit of your stomach quickly despite your inward protests. 

A gasp escaped you as Ran hit a particularly good spot inside of you. Your reaction had him adjusting his angle of entry so he could hit it over and over again. "You wanted to be stuffed by your professors, didn't you? Dirty little whore." 

His words cut deep as you shook your head in an attempt to deny how good you were feeling from being taken advantage of so roughly. Their cocks moved in unison, the perfect rhythm that had your eyes rolling as you couldn't help but lean back against Rindou for support. 

Ran let go of your hip with one hand in order to furiously rub your clit in a way that matched his thrusts against your g-spot. Your jaw was clenched to keep the pathetic whines from coming out, though it was easy to tell that you were close to cumming just from the expression on your face and the way you relaxed enough for him to plunge in even deeper. 

One more circle around your bud had you coming undone, a moan ripped from your lips as your entire body jerked with the force of your orgasm. It was both too much and not enough, how you yearned for another even before you came down from your first. To hit that peak for a split second once more was what you wanted most in the world. 

And just like that, the high was gone as you found yourself being pumped full of cum from both professors who had managed to cum at the same time. Their hot white seed coated the walls of both holes without even an ounce of worry. 

Rindou had stilled his movements as Ran continued to give half-hearted ruts into your pussy until finally pulling out. His brother stayed inside your asshole a moment longer before pulling out as well, catching you before you could fall completely onto the floor of the stage. 

Again you were crying, the tears had stopped momentarily during your orgasm but now they flowed freely. White hot anger had how could you possibly be enjoy something so disgusting—anger at yourself for wanting it to happen again. 

You managed to collect yourself, pushing away from the younger professor and pulling your underwear up though cum had already dripped into them, soiling them completely. You'd have to walk back to your dorm like this and you prayed that you wouldn't run into anyone you knew on the way there. 

Ran had adjusted his pants and fixed the tie that had gone askew. "I think this is going to be a very productive semester." 

Rindou had the faint outline of a smirk on his face, "I think so too."

A/N: Sorry Anon it took me so long to get to this request! I hope it lived up to your expectations <3

[borhapparker]

ben hardy and soulmate + teacher au?

let's do this!! im back baby!

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Soulmates were not for everyone, and some considered them to be folk tales. Not everyone had someone out there for them, and most would never meet them. Yet, there was something about knowing you were tethered to someone out there that made it all possible. Anything you ever dreamed of seemed real when the prospect of having another half to share it with was real.

Yet, life didn't stop when finally found the one. And it definitely didn't stop while you were actively looking for one either.

The coffee maker in the kitchen beeped, as you walked over, clad in socks to prepare your warm coffee, which you would end up drinking cold anyway. The teaching lesson you had prepared the night before was on the counter, ready to be taught to your class as you began to slip on your vans, a signature piece in all your teaching outfits. There was something about commandeering the classroom in vans that made you feel invincible, especially when you were teaching high school alone for the first time.

When the principal, your good friend Robbie Andrews approached you about being a solo teacher, after years of working with a partner, you took up the opportunity quickly. It had been something you dreamt about for a long time, and you were finally there.

But now the nerves were showing, your hands slightly shaking at the thought of having to reel in a bunch of 9th graders in the subject of English and Writing.

Your phone pinged from the living room, as you crossed the kitchen, disconnecting your phone from the charger attached to the wall. The screen was lit with a text from your best friend, the person who had been teaching Math for as long as you had.

'Ready?'

'Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. What about you?'

'I'm already on campus, teacher meeting before class starts. Hurry up, teach!'

"Shit," you cursed out loud as you grabbed your bag, making sure everything was inside as you spilled your coffee on the floor. "Dammit!"

Placing a towel over it, you quickly cleaned it up before grabbing your keys and running out the door, going into your car, and driving as quickly and safely as you could to campus. Immediately parking, you ran across the lot to the auditorium where all the teachers were waiting, the meeting barely beginning. Skidding into a seat next to Ben, you glared at him.

"Seriously? You forgot to remind me?"

"Nah," he smirked, "I figured you wouldn't remember so I just wanted to surprise you."

"Ass."

The meeting went on as you took mental notes about protocols and welcomed the new staff for the year. As the meeting was about to conclude, the principal called everyone's attention to Ben and yourself, as he congratulated both of you on another year at the campus. Dismissing everyone, you and Ben walked to your respective classes, across the way from each other as you gave him a hug.

"You ready?" you asked him as he nodded and smiled.

"Hey, where's your coffee?" Ben asked as you frowned. "Dropped it again?"

Nodding, he sighed before smiling.

"I'll get you another, just text me your order."

"Thanks, Ben." you smiled before you both walked into your classrooms.

Sighing, you placed your items on the desk, and picked up the whiteboard marker, writing your name on the board for everyone to see. Remembering that you had made a schedule of the day, your hands pushed the pieces of paper on your desk as you gripped the schedule before beginning to write it out on the board.

That had been a suggestion you had received from a former student, and you took it to heart, knowing some students get anxious not knowing what was next on the agenda for the day.

The commotion was heard outside your classroom, as you connected your phone to the speakers, playing your favorite songs, and your laptop to the projector, as the presentation was projected for the first day.

"Let's do this."

-

The day had progressed rather quickly, as you got to know your new students in the first and second periods, having the third period to relax before getting your homeroom students, where you organized a game to play with everyone. Lunchtime couldn't come faster, as you and Ben headed over to the fast food place across the way, grabbing lunch and settling back into your classroom, making room on your now messy desk.

"So, how has it been?" he asked as you smiled.

"Good! Seems like I am connecting with them better than I was last year, that's for sure." he laughed as he remembered an incident with a student last year. "Please don't-"

"Remember when you got pied in the face that one time while you were giving the lecture on Charles Dickens?" Ben's laugh filled your classroom as you chucked a tiny container of salsa at him, as it missed and landed on the floor. "That was a classic."

"I couldn't get the whipped cream out of my cardigan after that! I think they dyed it because it only turned all my socks pink instead of cleaning it after I washed it."

"Well, at least you won't have that happening anymore." he sighed as he frowned. "Hey, have you heard anything from your soulmate recently?"

You shook your head as Ben mirrored your actions. "He's been quiet recently." sighing, you undid your ponytail and let your hair hang loose, "Maybe he stopped being such a daredevil and is being safe now, considering all the injuries I got while he was out doing some crazy stuff."

He nodded, a pondering look on his face, as he shrugged. "Mine has been quiet, she hasn't been doing much recently. But something happened today that was odd."

Tilting your head, you took a bite from your tacos as he continued.

"I could hear music in the distance and it sounded a lot like Metallica, which was odd considering the last thing I heard them play was Whitney Houston."

"Clearly, their music taste is amazing." you laughed as he nodded with a sad smile.

"I really want to see them already."

"Me too."

-

Your fourth period came around, as the students piled inside, everyone taking a seat wherever they wanted as you opened up the same presentation you did in your last classes.

"Good afternoon everyone!" they echoed your welcome as you smiled, "Alrighty, who's ready to play a game?"

They cheered as you opened up Kahoot, a classic classroom game that clearly hyped up their energy as the classroom erupted into louder cheers.

As everyone signed in, you began the game, everyone cheering and arguing when it came to certain rounds. Suddenly, your classroom door opened as you looked up, noticing a certain blonde in the doorway, holding two coffees directly from your favorite coffee shop.

"Lifesaver! Thank you!"

He smiled as you gave him a half-hug before he waved at the students and walked into his classroom.

"Miss Y/n?" a student raised their hand as you nodded, walking back to your desk and pausing the game. "Is Mr. Hardy your boyfriend?"

You chuckled and smiled, "No he isn't, we're just good friends. We've been teaching here together for a few years now."

A chorus of oohs was heard across the classroom as a blush enveloped your cheeks.

"Look! Miss Y/n is blushing!"

"Wait, guys! What about Mr. Hardy being her soulmate?" one student yelled out as everyone began agreeing, trying to connect the dots between your friendship as you watched in amusement, a blush coating your cheeks.

"Alright, alright! Let's get back to Kahoot! I have donuts for the winners!"

The chatter slowly died down, not going away completely as everyone's attention was turned back to the game, some still talking about the friendship between the two teachers.

Your mind began to wander, as the students kept playing, their words echoing in your mind. All those times you felt pain and anguish from your soulmate, Ben had mentioned getting hurt in small incidents at home, wether that be with his skateboard or practicing his drums in the music room. They seemed really distant in the moment, but looking back, you realized it was a possibility.

Having mentioned that he heard Metallica and Whitney Houston being played, you remember playing two distinct songs for your game in first period, realizing the connection was getting bigger the more you began digging into memories with Ben.

What if your best friend was your soulmate? There was only one way to find out.

They mentioned that soulmates have tattoos on their body that their other half mirror and both people share one image on their bodies. This made everyone unique from other partnerships, and you had never shown Ben yours.

Finishing the class, you dismissed everyone as the bell rang for the end of the day, everyone now piling out of classroom and into thier cars to begin the journey home, as you stayed behind, wanting to have everything organized for the next day.

"Y/n?" Ben called out as you smiled and let him come inside your class. "You ready to go?"

"Almost," you sighed as you finished placing the notebooks on the shelf you made for your students, each with their own name and class period so you can remember which one is which without needing to read chicken scratch on the front.

"Hey, Ben?" he tilted his head, "Do you still have your soulmate tattoo?"

He nodded, "Haven't seen it go anywhere just yet."

"Can I see it?"

Shocked, he gulped, before nodding. Grabbing the end of his flannel, the slipped it off his shoulders, exposing the black t-shirt adorning his torso. He sighed shakily, before pulling up the shirt, and turning around, as you let out an audible gasp.

There it was, the mirror to your own tattoo.

"Ben?"

He turned his head and locked eye contact over his shoulder.

"It's me."

Your words did not register in his mind immediately, as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration before realization hit. Eyes widening, he let the shirt drop, as he placed his hands on your waist.

"Y/n?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, as he smiled.

"We are soulmates?"

All you could do was nod, as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a hug as you placed yours on his back, pulling him closer.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too."

Unbeknownst to you, your students had been standing outside the classroom, peering in through the window as they cheered silently, knowing their plan had worked.

Soulmates were hard to find, and some never end up finding their own pair, living in the world without another half.

Yet, yours was right next to you, for the last 8 years.

You couldn't ask for more.

[haruchyio]

random tokyo revengers filipino headcanons (school edition)

— various!tokyo revengers as your filo classmates

— themes. fluff, crack

— inspired by all our school shenanigans way back f2f classes

baji, obviously, is a troublemaker and a famous delinquent. he and his friends are varsity players and would always participate during basketball school competitions. very charismatic but also very sweaty. he has an ego like a bulldozer.

mitsuya is always voted for class president even when he doesn't want to be one. it's not because he's qualified for the job but because his friends (looking at baji) would vote him just for fun.

kazutora always slaps the top of the door whenever he's entering or leaving the classroom. he jumps as high as he can and howl with his friends like he's some cool kid.

he also stabbed a pencil on one of his classmates when he was in second grade. it was an accident though. i think.

yuzuha, emma, and hinata can be seen at the back of the classroom doing tiktoks like the queens they are. sometimes, yuzuha would force hakkai to join in but he always covered half of his face because he's a shy bean.

emma fawns over draken everyday. she makes sure to attend all his matches or games when he joins the varsity team. she cheers for his name the loudest and even comes with a big banner with his name all over it.

emma and draken are the love team of the class because everyone ships them lmao.

draken is the student whose name is never called during class recitations because he looks mighty intimidating. (truthfully, it's because the teachers can't rember his name and couldn't be bothered to say ryuguji every damned time.)

draken gives mikey answer keys during exams but they always end up getting caught because mikey straight up copied everything without changing a single thing.

takemitchi is that kid who acts like it's his first time to be in a relationship because he keeps fawning and clinging to hinata every chance he gets. doodling her name, claiming to be her partner during activities before anyone else could, and eat with her on her desk during break times.

hinata is the source of everything. you need paper? she's got you. you need a ballpen? she's got you. you need highlighters? she's got you. she's the national bookstore fo the class.

she's also good with calligraphy.

izana is surprisingly the class vice president, though students mainly voted him because he really sounded like he badly wanted to be one. takes the responsibility to heart and yells at his rowdy classmates for, you know, being rowdy. + profanities.

chifuyu's seen playing online games at the side with his friends. sometimes he's palying with baji, often times he's playing solo. he's very loud about it to, especially when he's about to lose.

"YOU STUPID @#!?@!#?!@"

souya and nahoya are almost always together. nahoya would take advantage of this and pull pranks on his classmates and blame it on his twin (nobody really believes him because souya is an absolute angel)

nahoya will hide your shoe on top of the whiteboard or hide your back somewhere and when you finally found your belongings, he's already running away, leaving his brother to clean up his mess.

souya is everybody's friend to be honest. a baby. if someone messes with him, the whole class have his back >:(

sanzu is that one guy who leaves school early to spend his allowance in arcades and computer shops. you'll hear his loud voice wherever you go, telling his friends to join him with his shenanigans after school.

kisaki tetta is actually a diligent student who's name never leaves the top five students with the highest grades. he's a quiet guy who sits at the back of the classroom with his only friend, hanma. he secretly wanted to be president but he lost because no one voted for him. (hanma voted for himself lol)

he also corrects teachers often when they get shit wrong and end up being the one who teach the teacher.

hanma always carries a handkerchief around to spin on his fingers because cool kids do that apparently. he's also part of the basketball team and automatically got in due to his height. (he also takes quick glances at kisaki's papers during exams because he never studied shit)

koko's wallet is fucking thick. he's that rich classmate that always treat his friends to food after school and offers to pay for everything. he always had the newest branded shoes to flex about and all his friends would starr at him in jealousy.

inui is the class prince, obviously. he's always voted as the class escort and is always forced to participate in pageants or to represent the school. mind you, he's also a well-known flirt.

he said he'll only agree to become an escort if you're the muse.

rindou's bag is always empty. he couldn't be bothered to bring school supplies and it made you wonder why he even brought a bag with him in the first place. he pesters you for a pen and paper if the situation calls for it.

ran teases you in any way possible. he likes annoying people when he's given a chance. bless your soul if he becomes your partner or your seatmate.

addition: ran is awlays that person who asks for permission to go to the cr but returns with a plastic full of snacks. (atlesst he comes back i guess?)

addition part two: he also randomly moans at the back of the classroom like? sir? stop?

wakasa is the class sloth. that's about it. he's often seen with his head bowed down and buried on his arms. sometimes, he'll even put his book up during lecture time to sleep without his teacher's eyes on him. will probably sleep through the whole period if you don't wake him up.

addition: he says he doesn't review lessons and notes but he always gets a perfect score.

kakucho is a good student that all teachers love because he's the only one who actually listens, god bless his soul. he became secretary to help izana but all the works of the council were dumped on him in the end.

senju is that one girl who's always with the boys. you can see her playing mobiles games with the others, play basketball after class hours, or even participate in pranks. she's also everyone's friend because she's outgoing and fun to be with.

shinichiro is the one always being pulled out of class to join competitions like math quizzes and spelling bees. he doesn't know whta gives people the impression that he's good with it but somehow, he always end up winning?

takeomi may seem laidback and chill but he's failed most of his classes. he may actually repeat a whole year if he doesn't pull his shit together.

taiju is the person always being forced to lead prayers in the morning or during flag ceremonies. he scares everyone to shut up but he always have to swallow his laughter because his friends wouldn't stop making fun of him at the back.

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How to bounce back from failing a test

Failing a test can be really hard to deal with, especially if this is your first failed test. It can take a toll on your mental health, your drive, and your want to finish a class. I've been there. So here are my tips for coming back after failure!

You want to sit with your feelings. Acknowledge them. Let them flow through you. Don't let them take hold, just let them flow. Acknowledge that this is how you feel.

Now go to the mirror. Look at yourself. Maybe you were crying. Look yourself dead in the eyes. You're not a failure. It's one test. Or one class. Or one job. Nothing more. Do you make a kid feel like this when they fall off a bike learning to ride? No. You pick them back up and clean them up and calm them down. Do that to yourself now. Wash your face. Remind yourself of your prior successes. Remind yourself that life is so much more than this and I promise you in a year you won't even remember that test.

Now that you've calmed down, drink some water and move a bit. You have a lot of stress and energy in your body. Stretch. Take a walk. Dance. Whatever it may be. Just release it and feel your body relax a bit.

Eat a snack and watch a movie, read a book, paint, whatever your relaxing hobby is. No sense in trying to stress yourself out more. After a boxer is done with a match, they relax and shower. They don't go into another fight. Do the same for your head.

Go back to class. Take notes. Pay attention. Not because you failed. But because you want to learn. If you go to class with the attitude that you have to listen better because you failed, you'll stress yourself out so much you won't retain anything I promise.

See if you can set up a time with your professor to go over the test with you. If so, awesome!!!!!

If not, try to find a classmate or a tutor who can. This is to help you identify the knowledge you missed. To point out the topics you're weak on. Maybe it wasn't the content at all, but the wording in the questions that tripped you up. Reviewing with another person will help you figure it all out.

Do not get frustrated with yourself or punish yourself. It will just make things harder.

Instead, find a reason to try again. Maybe there's something cool about the class. Maybe you fancy one of your classmates. Maybe you just need to pass to graduate. Whatever it is, find a reason to stick with it. Use this to push you through.

Analyze your study methods for this class. You can't study the same for every class. Some you can use flashcards, some you can use reviews, some you need a whiteboard to work out 5 different equations. Maybe how you studied for this class just wasn't the proper way.

I'm going to say this again because it's super important. Never push yourself because of the failure. Doing so will constantly remind you that you failed and stress you out and weigh you down and subsequently cause more failure and a cycle. That's why step one is there. Yes you failed. Yes it feels awful. But let those feelings go now and push on because you want to. Not because you failed. Erase it from your head.

Weekly quizzes are amazing!! If your teacher doesn't do these in class, consider making some yourself. Look at the topics and find tests or quizzes online and compile them into mini quizzes for yourself.

Also, I promise you no one thinks of you as a failure. I failed entire classes multiple times in a row. Guess what? I still have all my family and friends and they all still love me and support me. How well you do in classes is never a reflection of you. My dad used to talk about disowning me and it was nothing but talk. And if they do just constantly put you down over a test or a class, go ahead and cut them out or create some distance. You do this for you. You're the one who's going to be living your life, paying your bills, working your job. Not them. So make sure you're life is happy. Throw out the dead flowers.

Make sure you're eating enough and eating properly. Walmart has bags of frozen veggies for $0.89. You can throw those in ramen or rice to not only add flavor, filler, and texture, but some vitamins and nutrients as well. Trust me I know how hard it is to eat better when you're beyond broke, but even that small change can really help. Eating enough and properly allows your brain to function better.

Make sure you're getting enough sleep too. The more energy you have to divert to other tasks, the less energy you have to study.

Understand that it is not failure that defines you, but your response to it that does.