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c-e-d-dreamer · 1 year ago

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Just Looking At You Got Me Thinking Nonsense

A/N: happy Day Four of @nestaarcheronweek! Sometimes, to really be a lover, you have to risk it all in a bidding war, ya know? This was a fun little fic to write, and I want to give a big ole shout-out to the Anon who sent me this prompt! I hope everyone enjoys :)

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Cassian digs his phone out of his back pocket, opening back up the group chat and the most recent messages still waiting there. With a nod, he pockets the phone again, rolling out his shoulders. There’s a glass case full of pictures and some sort of awards on the wall opposite him, and Cassian uses it as a makeshift mirror. He’s always had a bad habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s nervous, and now his curls are a tangled mess as a result.

A door opening down the hall has Cassian almost jumping out of his skin. He turns just in time to see the exact woman he’s here for walking down the hall, her arm looped with a red head that Cassian is pretty sure was in his trig class last year.

“Trust me, it will be over before you know it,” the red head says as they walk.

“Until I have to sit through some stupid dinner after… You’re lucky that I love you.”

“I know, and I am lucky you’re doing this with me. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to go up there alone.”

“Hey, Nes,” Cassian calls in greeting when they’re close enough, raising his hand in a wave.

Whether she doesn’t hear him or is just ignoring him, Cassian isn’t sure. But both women don’t acknowledge him, walking through another door further down the hall. One that, he presumes, leads into the large hall.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Cassian mumbles to himself, letting his hand drop back to his side. “Idiot.”

“Idiot is certainly one word I’d use to describe you.”

Azriel’s low chuckle echoes Rhys’s remark, and Cassian turns to glare at both his brothers. He knocks his shoulders against both of them, leading the way back toward the front of the building and the main doors into the hall. There’s more laughter, but at least his brothers fall into step behind him. He doesn’t have time for their teasing. Not tonight at least. This is his one chance, and he’ll be damned if he fucks it up, if he loses it. He needs to focus.

Cassian knew that Nesta Archeron was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen the first time he saw her walk into his gen-ed English lecture earlier this semester. Her blue gray eyes had been piercing beneath the lights of the lecture hall, and Cassian wanted to dive into them and drown in them right in that moment. Even more so when he watched her roll those eyes at something said at the front of the lecture hall.

Gods, he wanted to make those eyes roll.

He was sure that the Mother must be smiling down on him when Nesta had ended up in his seminar after the lecture too. It was clear that she was smart. That she had a passion for books. That she didn’t take any bullshit. He could sit and watch and listen to her in that seminar for the rest of his life and be happy. And when she absolutely eviscerated Tamlin for his “analysis” of Lolita, Cassian had been ready to drop to his knees right then and there.

It made him try harder. He made sure he actually paid attention in the lecture, made sure he did the readings, made sure he came to each and every seminar with his analysis prepared in hopes of impressing her. He wasn't sure it was working or not, but sometimes, he swore he saw her lips twitch with the barest hint of a smile, of a smirk, when he spoke. He swore that sometimes he could feel her gaze on him when he wasn't looking.

And then, one day, he’d walked into the seminar room to find the seat next to Nesta open. He’d practically stumbled over his own feet in his rush to slide into that open seat, earning an amused head shake from Kallias. Using the few minutes before the seminar started, Cassian had called her Nes and gotten a withering glare in response. He was sure the look was meant to cut him down where he sat, but it only stoked the embers in his chest into a full wildfire, only made him grin wider.

It became a game after that. Every seminar, he’d take the seat beside Nesta, and every seminar, he’d spark a back and forth between them. He cataloged every look, every response he was able to draw out of Nesta. Every eye roll. Every derisive snort. Every sarcastic quip. He got drunk off it all and kept coming back for more and more. And when he made Nesta blush, the pretty pink spreading across her cheeks, he knew that was it for him.

He spent the whole rest of the week after that trying to figure out the best way to ask Nesta out, sure that she wouldn’t appreciate being asked in front of their whole seminar group. He wondered if it would be weird to ask her to speak to him after the seminar, prayed to the Mother to take pity on him, and blessedly, take pity on him she did. It’s what led Cassian to finding out that Nesta was pledged to Mor’s sorority.

How he found out that she would be here tonight.

One of the sorority members greets Cassian and his brothers when they step through the doors to the hall, her name tag reading Deidre. She holds out three paddles, but Rhys and Azriel both wave her off, only Cassian taking one. Lucky number nineteen, just like his jersey. They settle into seats at an empty table, and then it’s just a waiting game.

It doesn’t take long before Mor is stepping out onto the stage, giving her welcoming speech as president, but any words she says fade away as soon as the women participating tonight walk onto the stage. As soon as Cassian catches sight of Nesta. Her dress is a silky, silvery blue that, along with the stage lights, brings out the blue of her eyes, and the hem is short enough to show off the stretch of her legs. She has that look on her face that’s Cassian’s favorite, and just the sight of her has his mouth going dry. She’s gorgeous.

“And next up we have Nesta Archeron.” Cassian’s attention snaps back to Mor. “She’s pre-law and minoring in English. She loves romance novels, so you better be ready to bring out all the stops if you’re the lucky one who gets to take her on a date. Now, we’ll start the bidding at–”

“One hundred dollars,” Cassian calls out before Mor can finish, jumping up to his feet and holding up his paddle.

“Mother save us,” Rhys mutters under his breath.

“Wow. That’s…” Mor clears her throat. “That’s quite generous. I guess we’ll be starting the bidding at one hundred.”

“One fifty.”

Anger flares low in Cassian’s gut at the second bid, and it burns even brighter when he turns his head and finds the owner of the voice. Eris Vanserra. Cassian has hated the man ever since he had the misfortune of sharing a class with him freshman year. Ever since he watched him stroll into a college class wearing designer clothes and look down on everyone. He’s pompous, pretentious, and has a face practically asking for Cassian to punch.

And punching Eris’s snooty face is definitely something Cassian’s fist itches to do right now.

“Two hundred,” Cassian declares, turning back toward the stage.

“Two fifty,” Eris echoes.

“Two seventy five.”

“Three hundred.”

“Holy shit,” Mor mutters before seemingly remembering that she has a microphone in her hands. “I mean wow. That’s officially our highest bid. Ever. Do we have a response?”

“Five. Hundred.”

Gasps and murmurs of surprise sweep through the room at Cassian’s announcement. He glances toward where Nesta still stands on stage, her eyes wide and pink settled high on her cheeks. But those wide eyes are pinned on him, not Eris, not Mor, and her attention has his heart stuttering between his ribs, has it tugging toward the stage as though she holds the thread so firmly wrapped around it.

He dares to toss Nesta a wink before turning to smirk at Eris, but Vanserra is still lounging casually in his seat with a sort of cool arrogance that ice starts to prickle beneath Cassian’s skin.

“Five fifty,” Eris declares, eyes cutting toward Cassian with a smirk of his own.

“Fucking prick,” Cassian mutters under his breath before he leans down to speak to Rhys. “Okay, I’m going to need to borrow more than what we originally agreed to.”

Rhys sighs, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Seriously, Cass? This is getting a little absurd for a single date.”

“She’s worth it.”

“Is she? You know, I’ve heard stories, and–”

“Fuck you,” Cassian growls, turning back toward the stage before he runs out of time. “Five seventy five!”

“He’s clearly dedicated. You’ve got to give him that,” Azriel mutters with a low chuckle.

“You know Vanserra’s not going to stop, right?” Rhys adds, his tone almost bored.

As if in answer, Eris’s voice rings out again. “Six hundred.”

“Seven hundred,” Cassian calls out quickly before dropping his voice again. “If you’re so worried about your rich boy checkbook, then do something about it.”

“What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Seven fifty,” Eris’s voice drowns out Rhys’s question.

“Alright,” Azriel sighs, pushing up to his feet. “This is just sad to watch now.”

Cassian sighs as his brother walks away, knocking his fist against the table in frustration. “Eight fifty!”

He waits for Eris’s answering bid, but there’s only silence ringing out in the hall. Cassian’s brow pinches in confusion, and he snaps his attention back toward Eris’s table. The man in question is on his feet, standing toe to toe with Azriel. There’s a suspicious looking stain across Eris’s shirt, and his lips are pulled back in a sneer.

Whatever lashing Eris is giving for his now ruined designer shirt, Azriel takes it unfazed. He merely reaches for a napkin, the movement nothing short of sensual as he wipes it against Eris’s shirt, against his chest and down his stomach. Even from across the room Cassian can see the way Eris’s face has turned a color to match his face.

With Eris thoroughly distracted, Cassian looks back toward the stage, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Mor.

“Oh! Right,” Mor speaks into the microphone. “We have eight fifty. Do we have higher than eight fifty?” Cassian motions with his hand to hurry up. “Eight fifty going once. Going twice. Sold for eight fifty.”

Cassian falls back into his seat with a relieved sigh, unable to bite back the wide grin that pulls across his face. He did it, he was the highest bid. He gets to see Nesta outside of their lecture, outside of their seminar. He gets to spend time with her one on one and to find out what really makes her tick.

He gets to take Nesta Archeron on a date.

He’s practically bouncing on his feet waiting for the rest of the women to have their bidding, for the evening to come to a close. He all but jumps back up to his feet, plucking the check from between Rhys’s fingers. The look on Mor’s face is all too knowing when he hands over the money, but even that doesn’t deter him.

He gets to take Nesta Archeron on a date.

“Eight hundred fifty dollars, huh?”

Cassian spins around to come face to face with the exact woman in question, her arms crossed and her expression unimpressed. But Cassian has learned a lot sitting next to Nesta this semester, and he recognizes the light sparking in her blue eyes, the slight pinch at the corner of her lips. Try as she might, she can’t hide her amusement from him.

“What can I say, sweetheart?” Cassian drawls, grin still wide. “I’m quite dedicated to getting what I want.”

“Oh? Is that why you pulled that stunt with Eris?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. That was merely Azriel flirting.”

Nesta laughs, and it’s already Cassian’s favorite sound, a sound he wants to draw out of her again and again. “He flirts by spilling drinks on people?”

“Everyone has their own version of flirting. Look at us, with our back and forth.”

That comment does earn him an eye roll, Cassian’s blood singing and his heart soaring at the reaction. He dares to step even closer to Nesta, until he has to tip his chin down to keep smirking at her. Dares to reach up between them for a stray strand of Nesta’s hair and tug on it teasingly. Dares to tease the backs of his fingers along her now pinkening cheeks.

“You might actually be crazy, you know.”

“Only because you make me that way, Nes.”

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teddybeartoji · 1 year ago

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mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile. AAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'TTTT I'M SMILING SO BIG RN MY CHEEKS HURT WHAT IN THE FUCK THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

#WAIT ALSO HAHAHAHAHHA HE WOULD 10000000% HATE WHEN THE KIDS THROW TRASH ON THE GROUND #100000000000000% IT MAKES HIM SO ANGRY LMAO #SO FUNNY #yk the scene where his boat loses when he's talking with shiu and he does the little “tch!” hihhihihhi #this is what he's doing every time he sees somebody throw smth on the ground #PLSSSSSSSS IF U HAVE MORE THOUGHTS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TELL ME #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #this au feels very close to my heart #makes me feel very warm #very important #sighhhhhhhhhhh #thank u #love u #ari <3 #mickey can't stop thinking #toji #friends!!

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hymn-of-muse · 2 years ago

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oh, sorry! i didnt know. then can i request a spiderverse character of your choosing x a reader who can travel to alternate dimensions at will?

you got it!

Catch You On The Web-Side.

miles morales x dimension hopping Spider!Reader!

for the idea im taking inspro from gwenpool/gwen poole, so reader is sorta like if spider-woman gwen stacy crossed with deadpool gwen poole but was gender neutral! using they/them for stand in pronouns!

y/n = your name and sp/n = spider name!

warning ahead for minor across the spiderverse spoilers!

It's been a while since Miles had seen any of his friends, since he'd shut down the collider and saved his and his friends dimensions. It's been months actually.

There was a party coming up soon with friends and family and miles promised his parents, like he always did practically out of habit by now, that he would be there on time. He was still getting a hold of time management and being spiderman on the go, it was really hard to schedule things and follow through when there was crime around the city.

but hey! he was getting a hang of the whole web swinging stuff, doing way better now than when he started out, so at least he could swing around to cut some time right? despite missing classes because he was still mapping out the city from the new angle while fighting crime, this was also a lesson he still had yet to learn.

swinging on his way home after helping the police with another car chase, a flash of colour caught miles' eye from around the corner of a building as he passed it. His spider sense went off and caused him to turn back to investigate only to catch sight of someone else swinging past.

"What the-" Miles landed and perched himself on the side of a building to process what he just saw before quickly swinging after them. "hey! hold up!"

was that another spider-peron? he shut off the collider, how'd they get here?

"hold up, i just wanna chat!" He called out, swinging right after the person who stopped on a roof. He landed next to them, bouncing once before fully stopping. "whoa-hey-hey! I'm-uh...are you?" He stumbled with his balance and words.

"a spider hero from another dimension? yup!" the stranger finished and answered his question for him. "sp/n. or y/n. you?" the smile was clear as they spoke, hand outstretched in greeting.

"mile-er-spider-man...im Spider-Man. or miles morales." he took their hand in his and shook it, a bit quick to do so out of nervousness and shaking a couple seconds too long before letting go and retracting his hand to his side.

the person laughed, amused by his nervous nature. "nice to meet you 'mile-er-spider-man'." the jokingly mocked.

"how did you get here? did someone open a collider in your dmension-"

they cut him off with a confused chuckle "collider? no? i get around like this normally, hoping dimensions 'n stuff. this one guy gets mad at me for it but i tune him out and ditch when he starts monologuing"

"you can do that?? just..go from dimension to dimension?? how??" miles grins under his mask in excitement. someone who can travel freely? thats amazing! and maybe theres a chance they can take him around too? or help him connect to his friends?

"its just as normal for me as my spider-sense i guess. took just as much work to get a hang of as web swinging did though. oh and before you ask, i've never tried taking another person traveling with me, im not sure how well that would work" y/n explained like they knew exactly what he was thinking.

"and how do you keep from um.." he tried gesturing with his hands. "glitching out and being all unstable in other dimensions that arent yours?"

"oh yeah that, really hurt the first couple of times so i made this things with a friends help" they held up their wrist and showed off some strange looking wrist watch gadget. "helps me stay stable wherever i am"

"cool!" miles commented, looking the gadget over. "so did you come to my dimension for any particular reason...? or..?" he looked back at them with a tilt of his head.

"just passing through, kinda tracking someone down and avoiding someone else." they shrugged.

"that guy who gets mad at you for hopping dimensions?"

"him or one of his many spider friends" they snickered. "speaking of which i gotta stay ahead, but i'll see you around again, yeah?"

"youre leaving already? man, you just got here!" miles complained, hoping they'd stay and chat a while longer.

"yeah, sorry, miles. dont worry though, i might just be a frequent visitor in your dimension now" they winked with their mask and started walking to the edge of the building rooftop.

"i still got a lot of questions sp/n." miles chuckled.

"and i'm sure i've got a lot of answers for next time, spider-man." they quipped back, yuning to face him and standing on the ledge. "catch you on the web-side"

and with that, the fell backwards off the building followed by a flash of light. miles quickly rushed over to the edge and looked down but saw nothing below except for a few pedestrians on the street going about their day.

"yeah...catch you on the web-side.."

reblogs are appreciated! thank you!

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ax-y10 · 2 years ago

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The Zones Of Regulation

In which- You struggle a bit, and Mr. Soot is able to help

A/n: Literally just an au I have for Wilbur (guidance! Wilbur), Based off when I went into the guidance counsellor office when for my fucked up sleep schedule.

Chapter info : basically a vent of my own life, Wilbur being a supportive guy, one swear, Wilbur is 26 and reader is 17, isn't a teacher x student because yuck, teacher! Wilbur, student! reader, really long, hope it's alright.

Masterlist:

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Usually you enjoy rainy days. Why was today so god damn shitty?

First, you forgot to hand in your Agriculture assignment. Then, you had two classes in the one space for History. you failed my math test next. And, to top it off, you got your seating plan changed in English because kids were being idiots. HOW MUCH WORSE CAN IT GET!

You had an appointment with the guidance counsellor that you were meant to see last week (that never happened) so it got rescheduled to today. It was about your home life but descended into your sleeping habits. At least Mr. Soot was always up for a chat.

Making your way up the stairs, you heard other kids talking about you. "Look at them" "What are they doing?" "Where are their friends?" "Ha. Sook".

Reaching the door, you knock rapidly, hoping that you didn't get the wrong time. A seperate teacher, Ms. Campbell, greeted you and invited you in.

"Who do you need, sweetheart?" She asked politely, not wanting to disturb your already frantic self.

"Is Mr. Soot available by any chance. I have an appointment with him." you respond, on the verge of tears.

"He's currently talking with another student. He won't be too long. Have a seat in his office for now." She informs.

"Alright, thank you." You nod, before walking through the short maze called the guidance block and finding a seat in his office.

His office was decorated nicely, with distractions and calming senses for the tough conversations, and coping mechanisms for stressful situations. Many colours were visible throughout the space, from vermilions and oranges to navy blues and purples. He had fidget toys next to the seats, including fidget cubes, cards, kinetic sand etc. It was a very calming space to say the least.

Waiting patiently, munching on a small chocolate bar your friend gave you, he walks in.. looking different than usual.

Usually he is wearing a yellow sweater, his black jeans, his casual dress shoes and a beige jacket, with a beanie sat atop his head.

Today, though, he's wearing a random cream sweater with grey sweatpants resting on his hips, random converse and a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, missing the beanie that you always sought comfort in.

"Hello, Y/n. Glad your here," He says with the sweetest smile you've ever seen, compared to his usual droopy smile when he's on playground duty.

He gestured towards the fidgets next to you, noticing you picking and scratching at the sides of your fingers, clearly nervous.

"How is it going?" He asks quietly, almost at a whisper, knowing how this sort of stuff can upset you easily.

Your usual visits to the guidance block usually resulted in having to be walked back to class, tissues in your grasp, half an hour late to class. And you knew this visit wouldn't be different.

Eyes drifting around the room, desperately trying to detour the conversation another way, not wanting to pour your emotions onto him. 'But that's his job. To deal with people like you.'

Tears pricking at your eyes, he notices your uncomfortable state and directs the conversation another way.

"So-" he pauses, "how's your cats, Daisy and Twix? Are they alright?" He asks, earning a slight chuckle from you.

"They're alright, yeah. They're having a lot of fun at my dad's house. Dad loves animals, so he adores Daisy and Twix." You smile, as he watches you, making sure you are actually alright.

"Hows your mum? If you want to talk about it? I'm not forcing anything." He reassures.

A tear slips from your eye. Fuck.

"She's alright. Nothing has changed between us but at least I'm getting better. Getting away from her behaviours. Not having to bottle up my emotions anymore. I'm safer at dad's now. He understands. She doesn't. I got help from Ms. Thornton about a month ago, when you weren't available and she gave me strategies-"

Another tear.

And another.

And here it comes.

The floodgates open and he's on the ground infront of you, calming you down.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to continue if you don't want to. Would you like me to talk about some things?" He asks, not needing to, knowing you love anything to calm your stressful states.

"Please-" a shaky breath, "Please sing?"

And almost immediately, he starts singing your favourite song. You told him about it at the very first appointment with him. Starting the first lyric, his voice soothed you immediately, 'Cigarette Daydreams' runs past his lips and into your ears.

He was musically talented and often taught the music class, which you were in. You'd stay behind with him and talk about everything. His music, how you're learning how to play the guitar, how different instruments and music platforms work. But they always ended in you asking to sit with his guitar and strum a few chords, showing him what you've learnt so far. And you recently started learning "Jubilee Line', a song he wrote. You enjoyed it so much, and he sat on a desk in front of you, helping you if you stuffed it up.

You zoned out halfway through him singing, playing with a new fidget he had placed next to the chair. He placed his hands on either side of your legs and stood up, walking back over to his chair, and seating himself again.

"Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to head back to class? The bell went off 2 minutes ago." He'd asked, and you rapidly shook your head. He was a great comfort to you and you had a few more things to talk about.

You talked about how you are scared to tell your family a myriad of things because of their beliefs, how you a scared of what is going to happen in the future, and before you knew it, he was guiding you back to class, and letting you walk in, watching you to make sure you were alright.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur #teacher! wilbur #student! reader #fluff #guidance counsellation

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scholarinfohub · 3 months ago

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Exploring American Culture | A Guide for International Students

What do red solo cups, small talk, and “How are you?” really mean in America?

If you’re planning to study in the U.S., you’re probably already excited about the universities, the opportunities, and maybe even the travel. But here’s the truth: what really shapes your experience isn’t just the classroom, it’s the culture. And here’s the question no one asks: Are you truly ready for the culture shock?

Why Understanding American Culture Matters

Imagine walking into a room and hearing someone say, “Hey, how’s it going?” You start explaining how your day is going in detail, only to realize they’ve already walked away.

That’s not rudeness. That’s American culture.

It’s these little things, how people communicate, what they value, and how they celebrate, that can make or break your transition as an international student. Understanding the “why” behind these habits can help you feel more connected, confident, and less overwhelmed.

Communication: It's Not Always What You Think

Americans are known for being friendly and open, but that doesn’t always mean deep relationships. You’ll hear a lot of:

“Let’s catch up soon!” (It might never happen.)

“That’s awesome!” (Even for the smallest thing.)

“How are you?” (Just a greeting, not an actual question.)

So, how do you build genuine friendships in a culture full of surface-level niceness? It starts by understanding that while Americans are quick to smile and engage in small talk, meaningful relationships often take time and consistency to build.

Time is Money—Literally

Punctuality is a big deal in the U.S. Being late even by five minutes can send the wrong signal. Time is treated like a currency: people schedule everything, from coffee chats to Zoom calls, and “being busy” is almost a badge of honor. How can you adapt to this time-driven lifestyle without losing your sense of balance? Learning to manage your schedule efficiently is key, not just for academics, but also for social life and work opportunities.

Food, Festivals, and Football—Oh My!

If you thought American food was just burgers and fries, think again. From Thanksgiving turkey to food trucks on campus, you’ll encounter a wild variety of cuisines, often influenced by global cultures.

Then there are the cultural staples:

Super Bowl Sunday

Halloween parties

Black Friday shopping

July 4th fireworks

But what do these celebrations really mean to Americans—and how can you join in without feeling out of place? You don’t have to “become” American. Just stay curious, ask questions, and participate with an open mind.

The Unspoken Rules You Need to Know

There are cultural expectations you won’t find in your student handbook, like:

Tipping is expected (usually 15–20% in restaurants)

Personal space is important

Asking questions in class is encouraged, not rude

Not knowing these can lead to awkward or confusing situations. So, how can you learn these invisible rules quickly and respectfully? Make friends, join student organizations, and don’t be afraid to ask when you’re unsure.

Final Thoughts: Culture is the Real Curriculum

Your degree may get you into classrooms, but your cultural intelligence is what will help you thrive outside them. So, here’s the final question: Are you just planning to study in America, or are you ready to experience it? Once you start decoding the culture, your study abroad journey becomes more than just academics; it becomes a life-changing adventure. Want to dive deeper into American college life, campus hacks, or adapting as an international student? Let’s connect!

#study abroad #travel

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crackedpumpkin · 2 years ago

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The sun is annoying, and the world can survive without vegetables.

This is the conclusion you’ve drawn after waking up to warm, yellow rays that shine directly onto your closed eyes. You blink groggily, rubbing your tired eyes with a free hand while the other brushes your teeth.

“Honey, you’re gonna be late!”

You mumble out an incoherent reply to your mom from the bathroom, quickly tossing on a thin cardigan after rinsing your mouth to rid the intense menthol sting that lingers on your lips. Entering the kitchen once done, however, provides you with a delicious reminder of how amazing of a cook your mom is.

You grab a fork, devouring the scrambled eggs on toast. Sriracha stains the plate as a result of your messy eating habits, placing the now-empty plate in the basin with a satisfied hum. “Thanks, Mama!” You grab your school bag and rush to the door. You pause at the small alcove before the door, stepping down and slipping on your shoes.

“Bye, Mama! See you later!” You call out before shutting the door behind you. The walk to school is as usual, with loud car horns being beeped as people rush to work while you stroll past graffiti-filled walls on the side of buildings. The street outside your school is already crowded with various cliques chatting away, and you enthusiastically greet some of them with nods and half-smiles as you enter through the main gate.

You polish off your taco, throwing away your napkin after using it to wipe your lips of any grease stuck on them. You look up at the sound of your name being called, grinning once you see a short brunette walking down the hallway. “Morning,” You greet Nicole cheerfully, opening your locker and pulling out the textbooks and notebooks you need for the day.

“What’s with you today?”

You hum at her question, glancing at her with a quick shrug as she scrolls through Instagram. Nicole’s the first friend you made here in Brooklyn High School after transferring here four months ago. She had been the first to approach you, asking to borrow a pencil after she forgot to bring hers to class.

Like any other teenager being forced to move cities to somewhere completely new, you stick to her like glue after that, eventually infiltrating your way into her friend group.

“You know me, studious and independent’s the vibe I got goin’ on,” You grin at Nicole, draping an arm around her shoulder and giving her an affectionate squeeze. She looks up from her phone with a frown, using her finger to push up her glasses which had slid down slightly from their usual perch on her nose.

“Don’t be so uptight,” You chuckle, nudging her side. She sighs, rolling her eyes in amusement instead. You’re interrupted from your conversation on where to hang out this weekend at your name being yelled out from a distance away.

“Eyyyy, que pasa!” You laugh at Michael’s greeting as he comes up to you with an outstretched fist, bumping it gently after removing your arm from where it was resting around Nicole’s shoulders. “Have you studied for the quiz today?” He asks, slinging a casual arm around your shoulders while you walk down the hall with Nicole beside you.

You hum with a quick shrug. “Think so?”

“Man, you gotta get your head down from the clouds, bro.” He chuckles, trying to move sneakily to stand beside Nicole, who simply holds up her hand, stopping him from coming any closer with a glare. He retracts the arm he’s about to sling around her shoulders with a sheepish grin, holding it up in surrender.

“Anyway,” He brushes off her clear rejection, focusing back on you, “I’m planning a hangout with a few friends to celebrate the end of exam season. You in?” You immediately nod with a wide grin, already excited at the thought of goofing around with your friends.

“Of course, you’re invited too. Maybe we can have our own little hangout-”

“I’d rather stab my right arm.” Nicole cuts him off with an angelic smile, though her venom-filled words elicit an amused laugh from Michael. “Ah, how I love that icy nature of yours,” He sighs with a shake of his head.

“Who’s coming?’ You ask absentmindedly, adjusting the two notebooks in your arms.

“Jeremy, Ally, Geoff, Tiff, Miles…”

“Miles? As in, Miles Morales?” Nicole finally speaks, eyes wide in surprise.

“Who’s that?” You don’t recognise the name. The rest you’re familiar with, though. They’re all in Brooklyn High, just in different classes. You’d seen them in passing around the school, and they recognised you in turn as one of Michael’s friends.

“Right, you don’t know him. He transferred a while before you joined. He’s in Brooklyn Visions now. Here,” Nicole holds up her phone to your face, and you squint at the picture on her screen. Huh. He’s kinda cute, you suppose.

“Cool. Guess we’ll meet during the hangout then.” You sit down at your desk, Michael sitting at the desk beside you while she takes her seat in front of you.

“Wait, how do you know Miles?” Nicole rolls her eyes as she turns around in her chair, placing her elbow on your desk as she leans on her palm.

“He helped me out a couple of times.” She answers simply. Michael frowns slightly. “Were you two….?”

“Why? Are you going to be devastated if I say yes?” Nicole smirks. “Unfortunately, it’s actually because our moms knew each other.” She sighs, holding up her free hand to observe her nails.

Before Michael can respond, the bell rings to signal the start of classes. They pass by in a flash, and all too soon, you’re outside the door to the art classroom. You’re hesitant to enter, eyeing the doorknob as if it’d burn you as soon as you touch it.

“Well? Will you stay outside collecting dust, or will you enter?” You flinch at the sudden voice, looking up to see Miss Dawson looking at you with an expectant gaze. Her arms are crossed, waiting for you to go inside.

“Y-yeah, I was just about to, but then I realised I forgot my…. brushes?”

“You stored them in my desk drawer last week because they were too heavy to carry home with you.”

Damn it. You purse your lips, huffing at your forgetfulness. “Fine,” You mutter, grabbing the doorknob and turning it, walking to your usual corner of the room. You pull out your sketchbook and pencil case, leaning back in your chair and waiting for Miss Dawson to start her lesson.

“Today, I’ll be assigning you a task for your end-of-year exams. I know some of you are interested in building up your portfolio to apply for the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts or maybe even to other schools in different states.” You perk up slightly at the mention of art school, placing your hands on your sketchbook. Miss Dawson speaks slowly yet surely, looking at each student with pure conviction. When her gaze lands on you, you’re a hundred percent sure she can see every thought that crosses your mind, each doubt that lingers in your heart.

“Your topic is, Your Favourite Scenery.”

Murmurs spread through the class, everyone looking at each other with worry. You bite your bottom lip, chewing on it in thought as you furrow your brows. Sure, the topic might seem simple enough on the surface, but the fact that it’s so broad is exactly what unnerves you.

Having a chosen topic is good as a guideline, even more so when you know precisely what your favourite scenery is. With the addition of inspiration and motivation, it’d be a breeze to complete.

The problem is, you have none of the above.

You’re not sure what scenery you enjoy, much less have a favourite. Sure, sunsets are pretty, and skyscrapers are cool, but not much really struck you as deeply. You’re made aware of Miss Dawson gesturing for you to come over to her desk, hesitantly standing up and walking there while everyone else is discussing among themselves about the topic given.

You part your lips to greet her, only to be cut off when she holds out her hand expectantly. You huff, handing her your sketchbook. She flips through the pages, frowning slightly when she sees the random doodles and mindless sketches until she stops on a specific one.

She hums, taking in whatever’s on the page. You can’t remember what you’ve drawn, but you’re more than reluctant to admit how much of a slump you’ve been in lately. It’s not like you can come into class, declaring your lack of talent whilst waving your hands in the air.

You focus on Miss Dawson's makeshift jar of pencils on her desk, recalling someone else gifting it to her for Teacher’s Day. The blunt nibs are a testament to how much she uses them, a bedazzled one drawing your attention. You pick it up, observing the tiny sequins firmly glued to the wood with a fascinated gaze.

You flinch when Miss Dawson suddenly clears her throat, automatically moving your hands behind your back and focusing your attention back on her. “So, I assume you had an encounter with our city’s local hero?”

“How’d you know?” You ask, eyes wide in surprise.

She simply turns the sketchbook around to face you, the sketch you’d made last night of Spiderman clear as day. Your cheeks warm, the drawing having slipped your mind. “Looking through your sketchbook, it’s obvious that you’ve been in a slump, honey. But this sketch…This is really good, maybe even one of the better ones you’ve done.”

“Thank you?” You’re not sure if she just complimented or insulted you.

“Seeing him must have helped your inspiration somewhat, didn’t it?”

“I guess so. I dunno, it’s not like a switch I can turn on and off anytime I want.”

“Well, you’ll have to learn how to keep it on. And for this assignment in particular, I want you to focus not just on your favourite scenery. I want you to focus on what exactly makes it your favourite.” Miss Dawson hands the sketchbook back to you with a knowing smile, and you take it from her unsurely.

“Right…” You return to your desk with one dismissive wave from her hand, sitting back down with a defeated groan. You prop your chin onto your hand, staring at the sketch blankly.

An art slump is the worst. Besides, it’s just a drawing of Spiderman; although it is admittedly some of your best work, it’s not like you can just channel that again at the snap of your fingers.

You need inspiration. You need motivation. You need….a muse, which can only mean one thing.

You’re gonna attempt to find Spiderman.

Attempt #1: Have a friendly run-in!

“This is such a bad idea; why am I even trying to find a superhero? I’m literally just going to ask him to be my muse and he’s gonna say no, which is gonna be so embarrassing and I’ll never be able to show my face around here again and what if next time I’m being robbed he turns away because it’s me??”

“Okay, calm down. He’s not going to turn away because he rejected you, or he wouldn’t be a superhero. Also, you’re literally being paranoid because I’m not there with you.”

You frown, pulling your phone away from your ear to check if it really is Nicole you’re calling. “That’s not true.”

“I know when you’re lying.”

“Okay, maybe I’m being slightly paranoid, but for good reason! Why can’t you just come with me? You’re good at getting people to do what you want.”

Nicole’s soft chuckle somewhat relieves you, knowing she took it as a compliment. “I’d come over, but I have to help plan the outing with the group, remember? And I’m not the one with a ride to an Art Academy on the line - you are.”

“Wait, outing?”

“Yeah, remember this morning? You’ll meet Miles then; I think you’d get along. Anyway, you’ll do fine. Michael told me Spidey swings by the hotdog cart every Tuesday, so I guess it’s reliable information.” Nicole reassures you, though her last few emotions are filled with a tinge of doubt. She pulls the phone away to mumble something to someone, and you’re sure it’s an insult based on the irritated bite in her voice when she returns to the phone.

“Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow then…” You say reluctantly, unwilling to hang up the phone.

“Yeah, bye.”

The monotonous dial tone greets your ears after Nicole’s curt goodbye. You shut off your phone, flipping your sketchbook to an empty page with a sigh. You rifle through your pencil case, picking up the sequined pencil you’d accidentally taken from Miss Dawson and tapping it against the blank paper.

Draw your favourite scenery.

You look around, taking in the vibrant green trees and serene lake, the joyful laughter of children and parents filling the air. It’s peaceful. Dogs wander around, some leashed and some set loose. One approaches you, but you wave it away, flinching when it gets too close for comfort. It’s no longer peaceful.

“You can go away now…” You mumble, poking its side to hopefully urge it to move away from you. Your legs automatically move up to the bench, drawing your knees close to your chest. “Shoo, bad dog! Where’s your owner?” You glance up to check if their owner is nearby, only for your bedazzled pencil to be snatched out of your hands.

“Hey!” You exclaim angrily, reaching out to grab it from the dog’s mouth. You hesitate when you see the dog drool dripping onto the end of the pencil, eyeing it with a shudder. You take a moment to steel yourself, grabbing the slimy end with as much force as possible, trying to yank it free from its mouth.

“Let go of my stuff! That’s not yours! I have to return it to Miss Dawson, you stupid dog!” Your grip slips, and you land on the ground with a yelp, wincing when your knee gets scraped by the coarse dirt through your ripped jeans.

“Give it back!” You demand, lurching yourself forward and grabbing the pencil again. However, the dog growls playfully, thinking of it as nothing more than a game for entertainment. “This is why,” You grunt between shallow breaths, “I prefer cats!”

Your sketchbook had fallen beside you, the beautiful cover now stained with dirt. You narrow your eyes into a glare, scowling at the dog. “Let go!”

It finally does, maybe because it sensed that you wouldn’t be playing with it. You fall back once more, your back hitting the ground harshly. The breath is instantly knocked out of your chest, and you inhale deeply, trying to force more air back into your lungs with a choked gasp.

You sit back up, holding the pencil up victoriously until you remember that there’s dog drool all over your hand. You groan in disgust, searching for a tissue to wipe it off. Wait. Your sketchbook is missing.

You look around frantically, only to see the exact same dog from earlier now burying a half-open sketchbook into the dirt. Your sketchbook. A strangled yell rips itself from your throat, practically throwing yourself at it with a glare that could rival even Karen herself. You push the dog away, scrabbling at the dirt to uncover your almost completely buried sketchbook.

“Bye, Spiderman!” Your head instantly turns at the sentence, spotting the familiar black silhouette nodding his thanks to the hotdog cart owner, his hotdog securely held in his hand. He flicks his free hand and shoots a web onto the side of a building, beginning to leave.

“Wait! I have a ques-”

He swings off into the distance, already blocks away in the span of a few seconds without hearing your cry. Your arm falls to your side, collapsing back onto the ground to catch your breath while your sketchbook lies buried in the dirt.

Damn it.

Attempt #2: Get Mugged!

“God, I hope this works,” You mumble. The streets around you are dimly lit, and you’re armed with nothing more than your bulky pencil case and a whistle, both stored in the deep pockets of your hoodie. The handbag containing your wallet and phone bumps against your waist, the strap loosely slung across your shoulder.

You’re the perfect walking target to be mugged.

Granted, this is probably one of the worst ideas you’ve had in the history of bad ideas. The chilly Brooklyn night breeze tickles your ears with an icy breath, and your body gives an involuntary shiver. You scan the empty streets hopefully. When was Spiderman – or better yet, a robber, going to show up?

Whether it was desperation or pure adrenaline driving you forward at this point, you couldn’t tell.

But you’re here, and you’re determined to see things through.

Minutes pass of you wandering the dark streets like a fool, and you’re just about to head back home when you sense that something’s off. Your steps slow, and you hear someone else’s shoes scuffle a short distance behind you.

You start to speed up, fingers gripping the heavy pencil case in your pocket. You’d been hit by it before by accident and did not get away unscathed by any means. Your heartbeat quicks its pace in your chest, sensing them get closer with each step.

There he is.

You finally spot Spiderman chilling on the roof of a nearby apartment building, breaking into a run. The mugger behind you grunts in surprise, and you hear him start to run as well. Your breaths are short and ragged, and you finally reach just below the building.

“Stop right there, missy!” Looking up from where you’ve bent over to catch your breath, you see the sharp knife blade held up at you. The robber is slouching, just as out of breath as you are. However, he straightens his back and flashes you a yellow-toothed smirk from under his cap, and you shudder at the bits of dirt clearly seen in his beard.

You hold your arms up in surrender, risking a quick glance up, only for Spiderman to jump down and land smoothly right in front of you. “Hey man, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play around with sharp objects?” He tuts, shaking his head as he uses his web shooter to tug the knife away from the robber.

The knife lands in his hands with ease, the robber immediately turning to flee. “I don’t like doing this bit, but you leave me no choice!” Spiderman does a quick frontflip and lands before the robber, grabbing his shoulder and tilting his head. “You should’ve known better,” You hear him scold, and spot a light blue electric current flowing from his fingers to the robber, knocking him unconscious.

Spiderman lets go, taking a surprised step back as the robber falls to the floor, unconscious. He winces, dusting off his hands and walking toward you. “You shouldn’t come out here during the night,” He chides playfully, grabbing the knife that had fallen to the floor when he caught the mugger. “You’d be in a lot of trouble if I wasn’t here.”

“Yeah, thank you. Actually, I wanted to ask-”

“Whoop.” He cuts you off, glancing at his watch, “I’d love to stay and chat, but duty calls! You’re gonna want to take a right down here, another left, and then one more right and you’ll be at the main street. Stay safe!” He gestures down to a more brightly lit street, patting your back before shooting his web shooter at a nearby building.

“Wait- Ugh,” You groan in defeat, watching him swing off again without hearing your question. Your arm is outstretched, fingers barely brushing against his arm before he leaves.

DAMN IT.

Attempt #3: If he doesn’t stop and listen to the goddamn question, you’re going to lose it.

“Calm down, pinto.”

“I spilt pinto beans on myself, one time, people. One. Time.” You frown, crossing your arms. Nicole smirks, shrugging nonchalantly in response.

“Yeah, yeah. Michael told me that he saw your Spidey boy swing around the taco truck down the street a couple times every Thursday, so we should keep a lookout. Don’t want your sketchbook taken away from you again, do we?”

“How does Michael even know all this?” You mumble.

“Look, we don’t ask him questions, and he doesn’t ask us any. It’s a two-way street, pinto. Use those brains of yours.” You shove Nicole lightly with a roll of your eyes. Falling back, she leans against a wall, immediately pulling out her phone and scrolling through it.

God, she has a serious internet addiction. You choose to scan the crowd instead, your gaze sweeping over the kids from the Brooklyn Visions Academy filling the street, having just gotten out of their clubs. You look somewhat out of place with your own uniform, shuffling your feet slightly when they glance over with confused gazes.

You raise your brows in response to a few of them, and they leave with a haughty scoff. You roll your eyes. Stuck up snobs, the lot of them. Hopefully, the information Michael provided is accurate, though you’re sure you’ll never know where he gets it from.

“Hey, is the bowling alley chill with you for the hangout? Miles sucks at bowling, so we can team up to obliterate the boys.”

“Sure,” You reply absentmindedly, only to pause and turn to face her. “Is he not free to meet up before, though? I’d like to get to know him first, so it won’t be as awkward.”

“Nah,” Nicole frowns at her screen, “He’s busy on all the days I suggested. Something about homework and stuff. Maybe he’s turned into one of the snobs.” She puts her phone away with a snort. “Also, there’s your Spidey-guy.”

“What?” True enough, he’s at the taco truck right now, ordering a taco and waiting patiently. Spiderman has to have lunch breaks too, you suppose. You watch him tap his fingers against the metal table, bobbing his head along to a beat playing in his mind.

You grit your teeth, grab your bag and keep your now clean sketchbook, having wiped off all the dirt with a cloth and the best surface cleaner you own back home. Your eyes shine with a determined glint, practically marching through the crowd to him.

“Hey!” You stumble back, looking down at the bright yellow mustard on your pristine white shirt. “Are you kidding me?” You growl in frustration, looking up to see a girl dressed in the Brooklyn Visions uniform holding up her ruined basket of fries, the small toppled tub now on its side and most of the sauce on you.

“Watch where you’re going!” She huffs, looking at you with pure disdain.

“Watch where I’m going? Watch where you’re going!”

Oh God, please let him still be there-

Spiderman is holding his taco now, trying to slip away through the crowd. Your eyes narrow into a glare, pushing past the girl with a muttered apology, running as fast as possible to catch up to the superhero.

You spot him jogging into an alleyway, following suit. You stop, however, when you see that it’s empty. “What?” You mumble, looking around frantically for him. You hear a loud coo, looking up to see the very hero you’re looking for crawling along the wall of the Academy dorms.

“Wha-?” Now you’re baffled. You watch him reach a specific window, using an arm to open it and enter before sliding it shut behind him. Three floors up and the last one down the hall. Got it. You run to the entrance, only to be stopped by a security guard.

“Woah, woah, woah. Only students of Brooklyn Visions Academy are allowed inside.” He chuckles, holding a hand in front of you to stop you from entering.

“No, you don’t understand! I need to talk to someone inside.” You try to plead, but he merely raises his brows.

“Okay, what’s their name?”

“W-well. You see, here’s the thing.” You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Mmhm. Come back when you have their name, and I’ll call them down for you, okay?” He dismisses you, using his hands to turn your shoulders around. He pats your back slightly, sending you on your way.

You frown, brows furrowing in thought for a way to get in. Maybe Nicole would have an idea. She’s eerily good at stuff like this. Your feet pound against the pavement in a steady rhythm as you run back to where you had left her waiting.

“Nic!” You call out, panting heavily once you reach the girl who’s still in the same position as when you left. “I need help; I gotta sneak into the dorms of the snob school.” You say through your gulps for air, your lungs screaming for more oxygen.

“You need to sneak in?” She asks, looking up from her phone with raised brows.

“Yeah. I can’t explain right now, but I really need your help.” You confirm breathlessly.

She mulls over your plea for a moment before shrugging, moving away from the wall and pocketing her phone. She stretches her arm above her head momentarily. “Stay here.” She orders before stepping out of the alleyway and out of your sight.

You wait, albeit impatiently, tapping your foot as urgency consumes you. Nicole soon returns with the Academy’s blazer in her hands, tossing it at you with a grin. “Got it for free; you can keep it. I gotta go for a study session. Will you be okay on your own?”

“Yeah, thanks, Nic.” She never fails to impress you every time. You thank her quickly before returning to the dorm entrance, wearing the blazer on the way. You halt once you reach it, keeping your head down and fastening the buttons securely, hiding the bright yellow stain on your shirt.

God, it’s probably going to get onto the blazer too, you wince. Spotting a group of girls walking into the entrance, you jog over and stick close to them, walking past the security guard from earlier.

Once you’re inside, your tense shoulders sag with relief, a massive weight being lifted off your chest. The atrium is pretty cool, but you don’t have time to admire any architecture right now. You glance at the two winding staircases, signs directing the students to the boys' or girls' side.

You recall the window being on the right side of the building, walking up the respective staircase. Luckily, not many students are around. Most of them have gone out.

Third floor, last room down the hall.

You take the lift up, exchanging an awkward smile with another girl who’s clearly sneaking in as well. She gets off at the second floor, and you spam the button to close the lift doors. As soon as they close, you practically collapse against the wall with a long, drawn-out sigh of relief.

The lift doors open to the third floor. You peek your head out, looking around. Good, there’s no one.

Stepping out of the lift, you pause. Do you go right, left, or straight? From what you recall of the exterior structure, you’re pretty sure it’s the hall on your left. Steeling your resolve, you walk down the carpeted floor, your footsteps muffled.

There it is, the room at the end of the hallway. You raise your hand, knocking on the hard wood once, twice, three times.

Silence is all that greets you.

“Is anyone there?” You call out softly. When no one responds, you grip the doorknob just to check. To your surprise, however, the door swings open with a single push, revealing the room inside.

It wasn’t locked.

“Pardon my intrusion….”

You step over a pile of clothes on the floor, your nose scrunching at the smell. Deodorant and musk fill the air. A picture frame sits on a desk to your left, with a photo of a short boy.

That can’t be him; his stature is too different.

Another picture sits on a small nightstand, and you pick it up to see a familiar face. The boy in the picture with his family is tall, with chocolate brown eyes and raven-black hair. You frown, tilting your head. Where had you seen him before…?

A soft thud draws your attention. Something had fallen to the floor from where it was squashed between the bedframe of the bunk bed and another piece of furniture. You bend down, picking it up.

Spiderman’s mask hangs loosely in your grasp.

You look multiple times from the mask and the poorly-hidden suit to the picture, finally connecting the dots. You pull out your phone, hurriedly texting the one person who could confirm your surefire theory.

yo, Nic. send me the picture of the guy - Miles, i think? - Read, 2pm

Sure ig. dont go stalking him tho - Nicole, 2pm.

The strong vibration of your phone alerts you to a new text. You look down, thankful for Nicole’s fast reply. Opening the text, an image of the ever-so-elusive Miles Morales fills your screen.

Oh my god.

Your eyes widen, your suspicions confirmed.

It can't be.

But it's the only explanation that makes sense.

Miles Morales is Spiderman. Spiderman is Miles Morales.

You hide the mask back where it's dropped out of its hiding place, swallowing thickly when you hear the lift ding, making your swift exit.

Rushing down the hall, the last thing you expect is to bump against the very boy you’ve been looking for. You don’t dare risk a glance, recognising him just by his shoes alone. Ignoring his apology, you run off, making your exit.

Once you exit the dorm entrance, most of the tension leaves your body. Making your way back home, your mind reels from the discovery.

Miles Morales is Spiderman.

While you slip away from his notice, Miles spots something in his peripheral vision. His suit had fallen slightly out of his hiding place. Thinking nothing of it, he goes to stuff it back in when he sees a small spot of yellow on the side of his mask.

Yellow?

He brings the mask up to his nose and takes a sniff. His brows furrow at the familiar scent.

...Mustard?

He wipes it off with a shrug.

#spiderman: into the spiderverse #Into The Spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman: into the spiderverse x reader

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pen-observing · 2 years ago

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warm.

synopsis: Call him selfish but he can't help wanting your gaze to be directed at him.

Dottore x reader (gn!) word count: 1k warnings: jealousy (slight), Akademiya Dottore aka. Zandik is the name he goes by, the other dude is Alhaitham's predecessor, non-established relationship.

He doesn’t like to admit it, but just like everyone else at the Akademiya, he has to follow a schedule. It is one thing to have assigned classes with professors he either admires or looks down upon while being forced to listen to them run their mouth. But, perhaps, what is even worse – is that every student has their own habits that come to constitute a schedule. He knows who is going to get their fortune read from coffee grains right at dawn (because apparently, they are more accurate); if they had true things a dedicated scholar needed, they would not rely on something so arbitrary. He knows just where his peers go to rest – and he hates that he knows your schedules aren’t aligned with his during this time.

It is one thing to be in different darshans so that he cannot gain access to you for a week, but it is a completely different thing to finish one of his secret small-scale experiments and to come back only to see your gaze resting on someone else. Someone he doesn’t even know the name of. Are they not unworthy of it? Of your warmth?

Zandik’s schedule includes others being fascinated with his mind and talent. If he finishes a lab experiment, both peers and professors stay behind to ask him questions. He isn’t blind to how his knowledge, personality and handsome looks if gossip is anything to go by – attracted awe. When he comes back to the Akademiya with visible exhaustion written all over his face; it is no surprise that his ‘fan club’ rushes to greet him in the hallways, to extend their homecooked meals or quick snacks and drinks to him. He thanks them, but he never takes theirs – he always finds a way to pester you into giving him one bite and one sip of your own lunch.

What would he say he thinks of you? He finds you interesting and intriguing. Synonyms in his mind that belong to you are: warmth, passion and empathy. Some of those he knows he is starting to lack. In the start, you would greet him just like everyone else, you would chat about unimportant things like the weather if both of you were waiting for a professor on their floor, you would congratulate him without any jealousy on his own achievements.

Something kept telling him to seek you out, during lunch or study hours in the library. He simply wanted to know more about you. And while he deems your passion a true necessity for a scholar, your mind almost as brilliant as his own – he always felt that you would be too soft for this man-hinders-man world without him.

So just who is that standing by your side right now? And why is your hand resting on his arm? Dottore knows the deepest colors of your eyes (because he was curious enough to hold your face one night under the starlight) – he has grown so fond of your eyelashes (because they give away who you are gazing at fondly, because you always make a wish with them) – so why is everything he considers charming looking at someone else?

“Zandik!”, says the female researcher he knows is plagiarising her thesis, “Please take some of my homemade cookies.”

He stands still in the circle of his admirers, but he barely hears her or anyone else because your hand just brushed the shoulder of that man. Call him egotistical or attention seeking, but whoever that person is – they are unworthy. He moves away the girl’s hand, says a quick excuse me that he does not mean, and starts walking in your direction.

The man has a dumbstruck look on his face as you talk. Zandik thinks you carry your emotions on your face so loudly that he could grow to advise you against it. You give it away – you are impressed with that unknown man.

Every step he takes towards you gives him a new idea on how to approach this situation. Rudely interrupt, barge in with his own topic; grab your hand and drag you away while talking about the rain; simply stand there and glare at the man. All of those options fill him with different kinds of joy but then he settles on the next one that comes to mind.

Instead of any of that, Zandik walks up and hugs you from behind. Nothing odd surely? You two would exchange quick hugs as greetings and as a goodbye at the end of the day. But what is new is this situation, this proximity to it, he can’t help but rest his head against your shoulder before he says good morning, in that deep honeyed voice. In the background he can hear the sound of something hitting the ground. Must be the cookies he refused earlier.

“W-What? Ugh Zandik! What is wrong with you? Where did you come from?!”

Good, now your attention is on him. He still doesn’t let you go, instead he raises his eyebrows up at the man completely frozen and suddenly lost in such a way that it almost looks like he is rolling his eyes. He wins this round.

“What is wrong with me, huh? I was just cold and you are very warm-blooded.” “I don’t remember being a stove. Move.”

Ah, there it is, your personality he finds more charming than anything. Could you be telling him to move because of this man? He rolls his eyes again and detaches himself from you, losing your warmth.

“I-I will see you around!” Good, the man is already leaving the hallway and not even looking at you anymore. Dottore finds himself pleased as he leans against the wall.

“Who was that boring guy you were talking to just now?” “Alhayith? He is my project partner.”

He should really adjust his schedule to keep a better track of yours. Perhaps he should become a double major?

“I see.” He doesn’t want to keep talking about him. “Do you have food?” “I do. I am not letting you have a single bite this time.”

You’re already walking away and he follow you.

“What if I tell you I haven’t had any food in exactly 15 hours and 38 minutes?” “Fine.” You say it with a sigh. “You get 3 bites and 2 sips.”

a/n: If you give him more than 3 bites you are a simp and he doesn't deserve them!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #genshin imagines #not rook's bow #not om

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joaquinwhorres · 4 years ago

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gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

#joaquin torres x reader #joaquín torres x reader #torres x reader #joaquín torres #joaquin torres #torres x y/n #joaquin torres x you #joaquín torres x you #joaquín torres x y/n #torres x you #joaquin torres x y/n #fatws fic #tfatws fic #joaquin torres fic #joaquín torres fic #torres fic #marvel fic

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seriouslysnape · 4 years ago

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Under the Radar

Severus Snape x Fem! Professor! Reader

Warnings: None.

Request: hiii can I request a husband Severus Snape x wife reader. The reader is a professor in Hogwarts they don't want the students to know so they kept it a secret. And the Weasley twins are the first to know. (the Weasley twins are close to reader since she's kind thanks.) and you can continue it your own way. (灬º‿º灬)♡

Word Count: 2,014

“That is true, but we both knew that couldn’t last forever,”

“You have class in fifteen minutes, Severus.” You nagged at your husband who was still sprawled out in bed.

A groggy chuckle escaped from the man as he finally sat up on his elbows to look at you, watching as you hurried to get dressed before you were horribly late.

“So do you, love.” He countered.

“Yes, but I’m almost ready,” You argued with a slight roll of your eyes; “And you are not.”

“It doesn’t take me long. You know this.” He bantered.

It was true after all. Severus didn’t put that much effort into getting ready everyday. Pants, robes, shoes, and MAYBE brush his hair. That was the morning routine of Severus Snape. You were a bit more refined, taking time to pick out an outfit and making yourself look presentable to your personal standards.

“I know, but do you really want your Potions classroom unattended with a bunch of Slytherins and Gryffindors?” You grinned, knowing that they’d wreak havoc sooner or later.

Severus groaned at the thought. It wouldn’t have been the first time where he walked in at the last minute to stop Ron Weasley from throwing a cauldron at Draco Malfoy’s head. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, padding to his closet where you stood as well.

“One of these days, I’ll get a morning of peace and have you for myself.” He grumbled.

You gave a mocking, sympathetic pout at your mumbling husband. You took his face into your hands, drumming your fingers playfully along his cheeks.

“Poor baby. Because you NEVER get any time with me.” You said with a tone thick with sarcasm.

Severus huffed, but his arms snaked around your waist.

“Is it so wrong to want a quiet morning with my wife?” He questioned.

Severus had a point. It had been quite some time since the two of you had the opportunity to sleep in, to drown out the world until the two of you felt ready to brave it together. He missed waking you up by peppering you with lazy kisses and soft, sweet mumbles in your ear. Life had just gotten so busy that things weren’t exactly what he would consider standard for the two of you.

It also didn’t help that outside of your private bedroom, you weren’t exactly a public couple. Aside from the faculty and staff of Hogwarts, none of the students had any knowledge of yours and Severus’ marriage. It had been a mutual decision, considering that neither of you were sure you wanted all the kids knowing that two professors were married to one another. While your last name had legally been changed to Snape, you were always referred to by your maiden name. As far as the students knew, you and Severus hadn’t even ever had a conversation, let alone tied the knot almost three years ago.

“I know, Sev. I’ll tell you what. I’ll clear my schedule for tomorrow since it’s Saturday. We can sleep in...” You said, lowering your voice to a whisper in his ear; “And I’ll be all yours all day.”

The way that his eyes lit up made your heart leap. He kissed you excitedly, your laugh muffled under the kiss. Despite the fact that you had a ten minute head start, Severus still managed to be ready before you, stealing another quick kiss before he was out the door en route to the dungeons.

Your classes went smoothly as usual. The students were peppy with energy since it was Friday, but their focuses were very in tune with your lessons for the day. You had returned to your office after classes to do some fast grading before giving in to the weekend. Most of the students had returned to their dorms to have some down time before getting into their weekend shenanigans. However, it seemed that your biggest fans were even more boisterous than usual.

Your office door swung open rather abruptly, causing you to flinch and grab at your chest in alarm.

“Hi, Professor!” Fred Weasley screeched.

“Hey, Professor [Y/N]!” George echoed.

The red-headed twins were (without a doubt) very fond of you. Your personality just seemed to mix well with theirs, and you were always willing to take time out of your day to chat with them. You were usually one of the first to know about their daring pranks, always having to fake your surprise when they actually did them.

“Hi, boys.” You greeted with a smile.

It wasn’t at all uncommon for students to come by your office during the day. Usually it was because they had a concern about their performance in your class or confusion on an assignment. With the Weasley twins, though, they always came by just because they felt like it.

“Grading on a Friday?” Fred acquired, plopping down into one of the chairs in front of your desk.

George tutted, eyeing over the stack of tests on your desk.

“It’s a shame. You should be out getting knackered at The Three Broomsticks with McGonagall.” George said, scanning nosily over the objects on your bookshelf.

You snorted, resuming your grading.

“I’ll leave the heavy imbibing to the two of you. The day that I see Minerva McGonagall getting hammered at a bar will be the day that I become a Legilimens.” You replied.

George and Fred snickered, continuing to talk your ears off while they snooped around. You never minded their company, as long as they didn’t stop your grading progress. You didn’t notice when the two of them went quiet. You also didn’t notice when George silently called for his brother to join him across the room.

Fred got up from his seat to see what George had found, his eyes practically bugging out of his head when he saw what it was. You had a habit of leaving your stuff laying around random areas of your office, so sometimes little hints of your relationship with Severus were out in the open for anyone to see. However, George and Fred were the only people on the planet who would actually find anything.

On one of your bookshelves rested an empty, opened envelope. It was a letter from a pen pal friend of yours that you had lost physical contact with after you graduated from Hogwarts. However, the kicker was that the addressed name on the front wasn’t what the twins would have expected to see.

It was addressed to you, using your married name.

George and Fred looked at each other with quizzical expressions. Why in the world would you have something addressed to you with Snape’s last name? George and Fred had this weird, telepathic twin communication thing that always freaked you out. They could sort out a problem or have a conversation without ever saying anything.

Their puzzled looks faded into realization when they sorted it out. They almost couldn’t believe it. Severus Snape married to one of the friendliest, nicest professors? It was shocking...but it did make sense.

You always wore a wedding ring on your left hand, but no one seemed to know who the lucky guy was. You were very private about your personal life.

Fred pocketed the envelope, and George announced their exit.

“Lovely to see you as always.” He said, holding down his giggle.

“Yeah, we’ll see you Monday, Professor.” Fred added on, ushering his brother out before either of them could blow it.

You gave them a friendly wave as they left, still clueless to the fact that they had found out your secret.

Monday morning rolled around (after Severus’ promised Saturday morning in) once again, and another week had begun. It didn’t take long for you to notice that something was odd.

Students all day had been acting strangely. Their quiet whispers and sneaky giggles when they passed by you in the corridors were definitely suspicious. You couldn’t get them to pay attention in class for the life of you, all of them clearly preoccupied.

“Draco Malfoy,” You snapped, hands on your hips; “Just what are you laughing about now?”

Draco’s laughter stopped, but his amused smile never left his face. This was the third time today that you had gotten on to him for disrupting class, him and Crabbe chuckling on and off about something.

“Nothing, nothing.” Draco replied, still chortling under his breath.

You sighed out heavily. All of the kids were testing your nerves today.

“If I hear any more interruptions from you, I’ll have to give you detention,” You scolded, but in a calm tone; “Do you understand?”

Draco nodded, waiting until your back turned to the board again before he responded.

“Yes, Professor Snape.”

Your writing stopped, the entire classroom bursting into hushed laughter. You turned to face the young Malfoy, his cheeks flushed as he and Crabbe failed to contain their laughter any longer. It was obvious now that the whispers and weird glances were due to the fact that they knew. Somehow, they had found out.

“Professor [L/N].” You corrected.

“Hmm, but technically you’re Professor Snape.” He hummed.

You bit your cheek in thought. If they knew, there wasn’t any sense in denying it. But you were curious as to how this started.

“Draco, how did you all find out?” You questioned.

He shrugged with a smirk.

“I heard it from Pansy.” He admitted.

You looked to Pansy.

“Blaise told me.” She confessed.

You followed the trail of names and who-told-who until it stemmed back to the original perpetrators. Two suspects that you should have figured long ago.

“The twins. Of course.” You sighed.

The students had questions (and a lot of them), curious to know how long and how it had happened. Most of them were just stunned that Severus Snape actually had a life outside of his classroom. A life with someone like YOU nonetheless.

You were fidgety to talk to Severus about it. You were curious to see how he’d react and how this would change the way the two of you interacted during the school year. After all, it was kind of your fault for leaving your stuff around.

“Were the students acting peculiar to you today?” Severus asked, breaking you from your thoughtful daze.

Your gaze snapped up from your dinner plate as you peered at him with a fluttery belly.

“Peculiar how?” You asked.

“They all seemed mischievous. As if they knew something they weren’t supposed to.” Severus claimed, looking at you as if he already knew the reason why.

“Well, now that you mention it...they sort of know about us...that we’re married.” You confessed.

Truthfully, Severus didn’t care that much if the student body knew. It was inevitable that they’d all find out eventually, but he was interested to hear how exactly the cat was let out of the bag.

“They ‘sort of’ know?” He questioned, clearly amused; “How’s that?”

You sucked in a breath.

“The Weasley twins might’ve figured it out. They’re smart, Sev. Much smarter than you give them credit for,” You babbled; “It’s not their fault. I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop, stop,” He cut you off with a soft smile; “You don’t think I’m mad about this, do you?”

Your shoulders relaxed at his gentle tone, but your eyes remained wide.

“It’s just that we...always wanted to keep it a secret.” You reminded him.

His head nodded and he set his fork down to give you his full attention.

“That is true, but we both knew that couldn’t last forever,” Severus pointed out; “I could never keep you hidden away forever.”

Your cheeks burned at his compliment, your smile beaming at him. He nudged your foot under the table. It was a wondrous thought to think about how different (or not) things would be now that they knew.

“I’m afraid I’ll still have to keep my maiden name. To avoid confusion.” You stated.

“Of course. Just as long as you’re still my Mrs. Snape.” He grinned with a wink.

You returned with a laugh, prompting the end of the lighthearted conversation.

“That I can definitely promise.”

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Good Little Girl, Bad Little Boy

Baji x fem!Reader

Fluff, slight angst mostly fluff

AO3 Link

You are a dear friend of Baji's. So dear he wouldn't want you to be involved in a violent environment such as a gang.

Word Count: 10,623 (this is supposed to be a cute song fic why did I make it so long hahahaha)

A/N: Yes this is based off that song Good Little Girl from Adventure Time. Hope you guys enjoy! Writing this was my therapy from you know what hahaha. Hopefully i brings comfort to your ailing heart for Baji when you read this.

Good little girl

Always picking a fight with me

You know that I’m bad

But you’re spending the night with me

What do you want from my world?

You’re a good little girl

The apartment building Baji resides in houses many different people, people that he sees everyday but never really got the chance to interact with. Everyone minds their own business and leaves others to their own. Baji isn’t really complaining. He has his loving mother and friends to keep him company and to fulfil his social needs.

But one neighbour seems to be friendlier than others. She makes sure to greet everyone she comes across with a smile instead of just averting her eyes away from others. And incidentally she happens to live right next to his apartment. Baji never really see her that often except when he goes out to school or go home from school. She wears a different uniform from him so he doesn’t see her that much except when they see each other at their front doors. But these small encounters resulted in him being in the receiving end of her friendly smile and wave, which he would admit is quite adorable.

Baji never initiated a conversation with her and neither did she. It would seem that they’re both content with their small interactions. Sometimes she would even utter a ‘hi’ from time to time. In short, she never really meddled in any of his business and so did he which was fine with him. She’ll just be that one nice girl next door who he probably won’t be able to interact with that much.

That is until when he came home all bruised up from a little fight he was in. Ok not that little of a fight, someone messed with his friend Kazutora so he and his friends decided to form a gang and get back at them for messing with their friend.

The conflict definitely wasn’t a light one and so every one of them suffered a few minor injuries. And so here he was limping with a sprained ankle, bruises littered over his body and the tell tale signs of a black eye. He was just trying his best to go home and try to treat his own wounds. Not to mention the fact that he has to sneak past his mother so she wouldn’t see him in such a state. She worries about him enough; he doesn’t wanna worry her more.

He was doing fine until he heard a gasp. He turned to look at who it was and it was that girl next door. Her seeing him in such a state could either be a good thing or a bad thing. The good thing at least she wasn’t his mother, the bad thing is that she might tell on his mother. So before she could say anything he beat her to it “Could you uh…keep this between us. Please.” He said in a voice that’s softer than usual so as to not startle you. He watched as you gaped at him trying to gauge your reaction.

“S-sure, but uhm are you ok though?” you asked noting his very bruised state.

“Oh this? Well…I’ll be fine.” He saw you look him over before suddenly you were marching towards him and grabbing his wrist “H-hey wait what the heck are you doing?!”

“I’ll patch you up.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t want your mom to see you like that, right?”

“Yeah, but—“

“Alright now shush, come with me.”

You led him all the way to your front door. He noticed you take out keys and unlocking your door. He looked at you in curiosity. “Oh don’t give me that look. You do it too. We’re always the first one home before our parents.”

“Oh, that’s true. Didn’t really notice.”

You chuckled “I figured.”

Once you two were in, he took a quick glance around noticing that the place seemed identical to his place. It would make sense since they’re right next to each other in the same building. “Over here.” You called for him. He startled, he didn’t notice how long he was looking around, but he was quick to follow you to where he assumes is the bathroom. As he got there, he noticed you equipped with a first aid kit.

You pat the free space of the tub next to you. “Come, here.”

He hesitantly walked over and eventually sat down. He eyed the kit on your lap and he noticed that it seemed to be much bigger than any other first aid kits he’s seen before. He looked around the bathroom and found a shelf full of medical tools and such. “My mom’s a nurse. She’s made it a habit to be prepared for any scenarios just in case.”

Now you offering to help him made sense, apple doesn’t fall far from the tree seems to be the case for you.

“So, which place hurts most?”

Baji broke eye contact in shyness while he points at his already blackening eye. “Oh right, here.” You handed him an ice pack that you grabbed on your way to the bathroom. Baji held said ice pack on his eye displaying his mangled knuckles. “We’ll have to patch that up too. Give me your other hand.”

He handed you his hand and you got to work on it, switching to with his other hand when you were done. After a few more minor cuts and bruises tended too, Baji felt significantly better. “You’re all good.”

“Thank you!”

“But don’t get used to it! This is only a onetime thing.” You said in a scolding manner making Baji flinch.

“R-right no problem. Still this is much help so I’m grateful.”

After that an awkward silence took over the both of you until you cleared your throat. “You hungry for anything?”

“O-oh no I’m good, I’ll just get going.”

“Nonsense! I’ll whip up some ramen for us. Come on.”

Baji sat down at the dining table as you went to work on your food. “So, mind telling me how you ended up like that?” you spoke up from the kitchen.

“Just got into a fight with some punks. That’s what they get for messing with my friend.”

“I see a violent future ahead of you then.” You teased

“Tch, I wouldn’t mess with them if they were to just leave us alone. They started it.” Baji said with a pout recalling what they did to Kazutora.

You set down the food in front of him before saying “Well, at least that’s over and done with, hopefully you won’t get into any more altercations in the future.”

“Doubt it.” He said as he slurped the noodles you gave him.

You only chuckled at his response before you got to your own noodles. “Rambunctious”

“Huh, waz that mean?”

“Pay attention to your English class.”

As you two silently enjoyed your food, Baji stiffened remembering something important. “Everything alright?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I was just wondering if I refilled the water and food for the cats in my room.”

“Oh! You have cats? Can I meet them?” you asked slightly excited at the mention of a cute pet.

“They aren’t really my pet, I just let the strays wander in and eat their fill. Maybe play with them too if they’re up for it.” He explained with a soft look recalling all the different cats that came to visit his room.

“I guess that explains the number of stray cats around here.”

“Are they troubling you?”

“Oh no, no they’re a delight actually. I’m surprised I haven’t come across a feral one. Hmmm, maybe because they got used to human interaction because of you haha.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Some of the neighbours actually adopted a stray cat sometime ago.”

Baji’s eyes light up at the thought of one of the cat he feeds found a home “Really???” his voice cracking, almost tearing up in joy “I’m so proud.”

You smiled at his antics appreciating his company. As you two conversed, you heard your front door open. “I’m home!” your mother called.

“Over here mom!”

You can hear the footsteps come closer in the dining room. “Oh, who’s this?”

“He’s the kid from next door!”

“Oh! Baji-san’s kid? Nice to meet you young man.” She smiled at him

Baji gave an awkward wave and shyly said “Hello ma’am”

Your mother immediately took notice of Baji’s bandaged up self. “Goodness young man what happened to you?!”

“U-uh”

“Saw him fall down a flight of stairs earlier.”

“What?! Are you hurt any broken bones?!” she asked looking him over and grabbing his ankle trying to see if there are lasting injuries.

“It’s okay mom. I already looked him over.”

“Your daughter did well taking care of me.”

“Did she now? That’s good.” She turned to look at you “I’m proud you were able to respond to his situation efficiently.”

“Learned from the best.” You said earning a ruffle at your head. She ruffled Baji’s hair too.

“Does your mom know you’re here?”

“N-no not really.”

“Best you go home and let her know you’re fine. You can come back here anytime”

“Yes of course. Thank you ma’am. Oh and thanks for the snack too.” He said turning to you.

“No problem, no run along.” You said leading him to the door which he found unnecessary since the place is pretty identical to his home.

Baji was a little giddy over making a new friend. After that incident chats between you two came more often every time you two ran to each other. You two still don’t see each other much, but he’s lowly getting to know you.

“Wow you’re growing out your hair?”

“Yeah, what do you think?” He asked shyly while touching his chin length hair.

“I think it’ll suit you, but good luck on dealing with teachers telling you off though.”

“Hmph they can try.”

You laughed at that before eyeing his hair. “Mind if I play with it?”

He looked at you in shock not really expecting it “Sure go ahead.”

You made him sit at the stairs while you sit behind him tying his hair in a fish braid. As you were about to finish, you heard Baji’s phone ring. He opened it up to a text saying that Mikey wants the gang to meet up.

“Hey you think you can finish up? I have to go.”

“Hm, oh sure here let me just…” you tied the braid with your spare hair tie “Done!”

“Thanks, I’ll be off then.”

You nodded “See you around”

Baji gave you a wave before running towards his motorcycle. He was in quite a hurry to get to the shrine that he forgot the state his hair was in. So he was a bit confused when he got there and was greeted by incredulous stares from his friends.

“What’s up with your hair?” Kazutora asked

“Huh?” he touched his hair at his question and realized that he’s still sporting the braid you gave him. He blushed at the thought “O-o uh this? My uh- mom wanted to play with it.” He shyly claimed while slowly freeing his tresses from the braid.

Don’t get him wrong he wasn’t ashamed to have you as his friend. It’s just that you and him live very different lives and he really doesn’t wanna involve you in such things. He really wants to introduce you to his cherished friends, but you’re a kind sweet girl who doesn’t deserve to get mixed up in their business. Maybe one day he can introduce you to them, but today’s not the day.

“That’s sweet” Mitsuya said “Luna and Mana let’s me play with their hair too, though I kind of feel bad that my hair isn’t long enough for them to play with. At least they got each other.”

“Tell me about it. Emma keeps complaining how there aren’t any other girls in the house. Now she won’t let go of Draken every time he comes over and just plays with his hair. And he actually lets her!” Mikey complained

“I don’t really mind.” Draken claimed

Everyone looked at him and simultaneously said “Uh huh.” With a knowing look at what’s going on except Pah-chin who only looked around in confusion.

Mikey looked at Baji and said “Careful Baji, you might be next in her antics.”

“I doubt that. I have a feeling she’ll only play with Draken’s hair.”

“Why do you think so?” Pah-chin asked

Kazutora only sighed “I pity your childhood friend Pah.”

“Huh? What about her?”

At that, the sound of a collective face palm was heard throughout the shrine. “Anyways, why did you gather us here Mikey?” Mitsuya asked.

“Oh right.”

Baji thought that you tending to him was only a onetime thing just as you said. But here he is sitting at your bathroom yet again with you tending at his bruises and occasional cuts. Though judging your expression, you weren’t exactly pleased with this either.

Baji cleared his throat “So, uh—“

“Shush.”

“Oh right, sorry.”

Baji sat there in awkward silence as you wrap him up, wincing from time to time with you being a little rough when tending to his wounds as your way of scolding him.

Once you were done, you marched out of the bathroom. Baji sat there a little confused but he understands why you’re acting that way. He reluctantly followed you out. He found you in the kitchen so he decided to take a seat at your dining table. As he waits, he starts to think of ways to apologize to you. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard something was slammed down the table in front of him.

He looked down and noticed that it’s peyoung yakisoba. ‘Huh, I didn’t mention liking this. Did she talk to my mom?’ he thought

Once again he was startled out of his thoughts when you slammed something down in front of him again. He noticed that it was a bottle of juice along with a glass of water. You sitting down in front of him prompted him to start eating.

As much as he wanted to enjoy what he’s eating, he can’t help but feel uneasy under your intense stare. “Care to explain what happened…again?”

Baji gulped the food in his mouth as he tried to think up of an excuse. But seeing your state right now, he thinks you won’t accept any kind of bull so he decided to just be honest about it.

He cleared his throat and said “We got into a gang fight.”

You were clearly taken aback judging by your expression “C-come again?”

“Like I said me and my friends are a gang and we got into a gang fight.” He said looking down not really looking forward to your reaction.

“Geez, does that mean you’ll be coming home more often like this?”

Baji scoffed at that “As if! I can handle myself out there, those guys freaking cheated and brought weapons at a fist fight; we still won though so they can wallow in shame.”

You only sighed “I’m not gonna pry for details it’s your life, but just promise me that if you need treatment let me know.”

Baji nodded in agreement. He suddenly flinched when you abruptly stood up and slammed your hands on the table “And don’t get yourself killed out there! If you do I’ll revive you myself from the dead and kill you with my own hands got that?!” you exclaimed

The sheer determination in your eyes is enough to make anyone believe that you’ll follow through your statement so he’ll definitely keep that in mind. “Also I better not see you injured within the week. Just because I agreed to treat you doesn’t mean you could prance around getting yourself injured all the time.”

Baji nodded and went back to eating his yakisoba. But still your stare remained on him “Gosh all that slurping is making me hungry, I’m making myself one too.”

Baji chuckled at you but ended up choking on his food getting him into a coughing fit. You rushed to him with a refilled glass of water. “Goodness do I have to look out for you every second?!”

“S-sorry…”

You sighed “Don’t mind it.” Giving him a soft smile reassuring him that you’re not angry at him anymore. A smile that Baji happily returned despite having some sauce still around his mouth which you wiped away. “You’re one messy eater.”

“I was hungry.”

“Hmm”

Baji made a mistake. He and Kazutora made a grave mistake. It’s a sin they must bear for the rest of their lives and right now the only thing they could do is atone for said sin. But it would seem that said burden was too much for his friend to comprehend. And the only thing he could do right now is be there for him.

It was also one of the first nights that you didn’t see him come home that you didn’t fall asleep from worrying. The next time you saw him it looked like he held the world on his shoulders just sitting at the stairs.

You sat beside him but he didn’t acknowledge you so you sat beside him in silence. You slowly laid you head on his shoulders “I don’t know what’s going on in your mind, but I wanna let you know that you can talk to me. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

He didn’t really respond verbally but him laying his head on top of yours taking comfort in someone’s company. You two stayed that way until night came and you to were called by your mothers.

Baji trusts you; it’s just that this is too much. He doesn’t want to involve you in that aspect of his life. You treating him after fights was already too much. As much as he wanted to talk to you, he wants to keep you out of it.

The incident caused him to fall back from his academics resulting in him being held back. The news was already too much but to see his mother cry was what pushed him. He ended up running away that night. So now he was just wandering around Shibuya.

His walk through Shibuya got him to run into Draken. “The hell are you doing here?” he asked

“None of your business.” Baji said walking past him.

“You’re not running away are you?” the statement caused him to pause. “Your mother is worried enough, you wanna add to that by running away?”

Baji stayed silent clearly considering his words. “Go back. She needs you too.” Draken said before leaving him.

Baji only stood in front of his door thinking of ways to apologize to his mother. Just as he was about to come in, the door opened revealing his mother “BAJI!” she pulled him in a tight hug which he returned “Where were you?” her voice cracking making Baji to start tearing up.

“I—“

“Sorry ma’am, I should have told you he was with me.” Someone said making them look at you. “It won’t happen again.”

“I see. Thank you.”

Baji gave you a look before mouthing a ‘Thank you’ in your direction.

“Don’t do that again okay.”

“I promise.” He said before you parted ways.

He’s sat in his room with an abandoned homework in favour of paying attention to a cat that wandered into his room. Usually he would just let the cat wander around his room and would only give them his attention if they asked for it. But this particular cat was limping, clearly injured. Baji was quick to tend to said cat. He considered going to the vet, but it would seem that it was only a mild sprain and he was able to reduce the swelling by icing the sprained leg,

And now his homework was still abandoned but now he has a sleeping kitty on his lap. And he’s fully aware of the unwritten rule ‘If thou hath been chosen as a feline’s cushion thou shall not disturb them’

As he was chilling he heard a knock from his room’s door “Come in.” he said fully expecting it to be his mother but was pleasantly surprised to see you.

“Heard you got held back so I came here to…” your eyes caught sight of his homework sitting untouched on his table “help.”

You looked at him who was comfortable in his bed. You crossed your arms and glared at him.

“Hey hey, don’t look at me like that. I was taking care of this little guy.” He said pointing at the cat on his lap.

The sight of the sleeping cat softened your expression as you gently approached the sleeping cat. You noticed the wrapped up leg “What happened?”

“He came here limping so I had to drag him and treat him.”

“So like you when I first treated you.” You teased

Baji blushed at that “Sh-shut up”

You burst out laughing recalling the memory. “Well you treating you this guy Is very sweet, but you still have other responsibilities.” You approached his table and grabbed his homework and handing it to him. “Get to work, chop chop.”

Baji groaned.

“Come on, I’ll be helping you.” You sat beside him gently petting the cat on his lap.

And that’s how you became Baji’s unofficial tutor. He swore that he will do his best this year and to do whatever it takes to bring his grades up. And apparently by ‘doing whatever it takes’ it also involves him dressing up as well…a stereotypical nerd.

Baji took note of your gaping face one morning when you saw him with his big glasses, slicked back hair, and proper uniform. “What do you think?” he asked excitedly whilst adjusting his glasses.

“It’s…something. What’s with the glasses you don’t need them.”

“I heard glasses make you smart.” He said adjusting his glasses once again.

You looked at him incredulously “…Right. Where’d you even get that.”

“I saw it at the thrift store for cheap.” He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses but you stopped him.

“Try not to adjust your glasses every second. It’s a dead giveaway that you don’t wear glasses.”

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind.” He said…as he adjusted his glasses.

You only sighed choosing to ignore it. “Well good luck on the new school year. Do your best okay.”

“I will. See ya around.”

“Bye!”

“You like Peyoung Yakisoba?”

“I live on the fifth floor of that building.”

“What?!”

“C’mon over.”

“For real?! I live on the second floor!”

“Haha Wow. We live in the same apartment building.” Baji said turning around and flashing a smile towards Chifuyu.

When they were in his home, he tried to look for the snack he invited Chifuyu over. “Huh?! We only got one peyoung left! Mom!!”

“Th-that’s okay…you can have it…”

Baji looked at the package in his hand before saying “Let’s split it.”

The two enjoyed their shared snack, but Chifuyu’s little winces from his earlier brawl wasn’t overlooked by Baji. “Feeling sore?”

“Yes, but it’ll be fixed when I sleep it off.”

Baji looked at him in contemplation. “Well I know someone that can help alleviate some of that pain.”

“Really?”

“I hope she’ll be cool with it.” Baji said standing up “Follow me.”

And that’s how Chifuyu found himself seated at a tub while Baji’s neighbour patched him up. “Another one of you guys. Great.” You remarked sarcastically.

Chifuyu seemed to not read through your sarcasm because his face showed some discomfort. “Don’t mind her, she’s like that when she worries.” Baji reassured him with his blinding grin.

Chifuyu trusted Baji’s input and he let you do your thing. When you were done with Chifuyu, you headed straight to the kitchen used to your routine with Baji but was halted when Baji touched your shoulder.

“We already had a snack so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I see. Then…” you grabbed his ear and pulled him to your height “What on earth happened that you got someone else dragged in.”

When Chifuyu stepped out of the bathroom and found his new friend’s ear being pulled, he was quick to intervene. “U-uhm if you were wondering I started the fight. He just saved my ass.”

You observed Chifuyu before giving his head a pat “Alright I’ll trust you.”

The act definitely surprised Chifuyu and Baji would never admit out loud that he felt a little jealous.

“So are you Baji’s new classmate?”

“N-no we’re from different classes.”

“Really? How’d you two come across each other?”

“I helped him write his letter. Some of his Kanji is…pretty…good?” Chifuyu slowly changed his statement when Baji started to motion for him to stop talking about it. He looked quite comical causing you to see him as well.

“I see.” You took out your notebook out of your bag and slammed it on the table “Baji,”

“Y-yes”

“We’re working on your Kanji later.”

“Yes ma’am” he said downtrodden

Chifuyu motioned his apology to him but Baji implied that it’s fine. Baji then properly introduced you two to each other and thankfully. You and Chifuyu seemed to get along. Nothing better than to have both of your friends get along.

And so you three had somewhat of a routine. Baji and Chifuyu would go out in whatever they do and they would visit you from time to time and would get a scolding if they visit you with injuries.

“How’s your little gang going by the way?” you asked while you play with Baji’s hair sitting on his bed while he sat on the floor with his back onto you giving you free reign to his hair all the while he pets with two cats that wandered in his room.

“The usual, but recently there’s been a conflict with some other gang but I’ll save you from the details.” The incident with Moebius is just too much.

“You guys gonna get into a fight again?” you stopped playing with his hair and leaned over his head to look at his face.

“It’s a given that we’ll get into fights. It’s what goes on in our world.”

“It’s like all you guys do is fight. Can’t you guys just settle things with a treaty or something.”

“Not in this case.”

“You’ll get yourself hurt again.”

“And I can handle myself just fine.” He said in a raised voice slightly getting agitated.

“And what after that, you’ll come crawling back littered with—“

“If you’re tired of tending to me no one is stopping you!!” he exclaimed he didn’t even notice that he was towering over you and that he raised his voice the only indication of it is the sight of you flinching with your eyes wide.

Baji quickly realized his mistake “I-I’m sorry I—“

“You know what let’s talk when you have a clear head. This conflict is clearly taking a toll on you.” You said packing up your things.

“Listen, I didn’t mean—“

“I’ll see you around then.” That was your last words before you left his room and went straight home.

Now Baji is in the middle of his room in silence as he processed what just happened. “Shit.” He slumped on his bed and the cats followed him. He picked one of them up and asked “I fucked up, what do I do.”

The cat’s response was to lick at his nose earning a chuckle from him “Can’t do that to her, she’ll murder me.”

He hugged the cat and laid down on his bed. He began contemplating of ways to make it up to you. His eyes eventually landed to his bike’s keys and an idea popped up. He looked at the other cat in his room “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

The cat paused at grooming itself and meowed in response before continuing. “Alright.” He sat up making the cat on his chest jump down. “We make our move at sunset.”

You were in the living room casually sifting through channels but the sound of scratching on your door took your attention away from it. When you opened the door you’re greeted by a cat which you recognized to be one of the cats that frequents Baji’s room. You knelt down and proceeded to pet the cat. “Watcha doing here? Baji not giving you any attention?”

The cat meowed in response. “I know right! He’s clearly bothered by something. Best to give him some space.” You said booping the cat’s nose. While petting the cat you noticed a note attached to the cat’s leg.

“Huh?” you quickly took the note from the cat and read it. ‘Come downstairs.’ It says. You looked down at the cat who was looking at you expectantly “Did Baji put you up to this?” the cat nudged its head on your leg making you giggle. “Alright, alright I’m coming.”

At the bottom of the stairs, you saw a helmet but there was a cat situated in it. The cat who technically picked you up approached the other cat and swatted at it prompting the cat in the helmet to step out. You picked up the helmet and tried to look for another note but found none. You looked at the cats for some clues but you saw them walking away as if leading you somewhere.

You eventually arrived at a road side where you saw Baji seated at his bike. He didn’t notice your presence, only when the cats made their appearance to Baji did he realize that you have arrived making him turn to look at you.

You gave him an awkward wave as he approached you. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“So uh care to go for a ride?” he asked swinging his arms trying to wave off his awkward feeling and nerves.

“I don’t mind.”

Your response caused him to light up earning a giggle from you. “Great! Here.” He took the helmet from your hands and put the helmet on your head himself. Once he was sure it’s secured he led you to his bike. “Hop on.”

You mounted the bike and was in the dilemma of where you should hold on to. “There’s a handle behind you. You can hold on to that.” Baji waited for you to get situated and tell him the go ahead, but was startled when he felt arms encircle around his stomach and he felt your head leaning on his back.

“I prefer holding on like this.” Good thing Baji couldn’t see your expression as you were now blushing.

The same thought also applies to Baji as your gesture also had him blushing madly. But he has to admit, he liked the warmth of your hug. “O-okay then, you ready?”

“Where are we going?”

“No destination in particular. Just enjoy the ride.” He said turning to look at you gauging if you liked the idea.

You met his gaze and smiled at him “Sounds like fun.”

Baji took you in a joy ride riding through streets, high ways, and even big enough alleyways. Just anywhere where the wind can be felt in both of your hair letting it flow freely.

“Ptoo!” you spit “

“Gross were you eating my hair?!” Baji teased

“Ew no! Your hair is getting in my face!”

Baji laughed at that “Put your head on my shoulder then!”

You did and you were greeted with a much better sight of what’s up ahead “Should’ve done this from the start.” You pouted

“Next time then.”

You looked at him with hopeful eyes. Baji may not have seen it, but he can feel your tender gaze and heard you say “Definitely. Next time then.”

After what seemed to be hours of riding through the city, you two took a stop at an empty playground. Baji led you to a jungle gym and quickly climbed it to the top and took a seat there. He turned to you looked at you with an expectant look.

“Oh no, I’m not much of a climber.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you up when I can reach you now climb on!” he said with his hand outstretched towards you.

You proceeded to climb the jungle gym and you can feel Baji’s watchful eye towards you that you couldn’t help but look at him too. And the sight of Baji’s hair swaying in the air under the moonlight with his attention only to you and his hand reaching out to you is like a scene out of a movie. It’s enough to distract you from your climbing that one of your feet slipped from a poor attempt from climbing further up. You about accepted your fate of an embarrassing fall until you felt a strong grip around your wrist.

“I got ya. Hold on.” Baji pulled you up until he could reach your other hand as he pulled you up. He lifting you up causes you to lose a little bit of your balance causing you to stumble onto him once he got you on top of the jungle gym.

Baji’s hand landed on your waist as you stumbled onto his torso and holding onto him. “U-uhm, s-sit on this bar here so you can be more comfortable.” Baji was blushing quite profusely in your closeness.

You yourself didn’t really mind the closeness but you can sense Baji’s awkward response so you settled yourself beside him. “Sorry about that.”

“Well you did say that you’re not much of a climber.” He chuckled at that

You looked out at the scenery and saw a great view from the height, you can even peek at the city lights. “Nice spot you’ve got here.”

“Me and my friend plays around here when we were kids.”

“Oh another one of you?” you teased

“Worse than me.” He said imagining how much he and Mikey can be quite rambunctious.

“Wouldn’t be surprised.” You laughed but your teasing was interrupted when your favourite snack was placed on your lap. “You didn’t!” you looked at him with your eyes sparkling in excitement.

Baji admired your excited look finding it adorable before pulling out a plastic bag “There’s more where that came from.”

You tried to snatch said plastic bag from him, but he managed to pull it away from your reach. “Uh-uh, finish that one first.”

“Come on let me see my options!” you tried to reach for it again but he only pulled it away again. So you decided to give him a hug to distract him and you succeeded pulling the plastic bag from him who was still stunned. As you were looking over the snacks inside, you felt him hug you too. You looked at him and he’s sporting a flustered look.

“Payback I guess.” he said in a pout as he put his chin on your shoulder.

You unwrapped a Kit Kat which was one of the abundant snacks he gave you and fed it to him. You felt him chew at it and once he was done, he nudged his head to you asking for more. You happily obliged and fed him another before eating the last two of the four chocolate.

You two settled in a content silence just looking out at the view and basking in each other’s presence. “I’m sorry. I’m very grateful of you always looking out for me. You could’ve just ignored my existence from the start, but you still did what you think is best.”

“Well I wouldn’t ignore an injured little kitten that wandered in my room you know.” You teased recalling the time you saw witnessed Baji take care of an injured stray.

Baji bumped his head into yours “Oi, you comparing me to a cat?” he growled with faux anger.

You pinched his cheeks “There are similarities.”

He pulled away from your fingers and brought his hand up to his cheek soothing it from your pinch. He noticed you looking at him. Just as he was about to ask why, you pulled his hand from his cheek and gave it a peck stunning him.

“Apology accepted.” When Baji’s stunned silence continued, you got a little concerned “You didn’t like it?”

“No! I mean—yes! Yes, I liked it. It just, surprised me I guess.” He said looking away and pouting trying his best in hiding his blush.

You got a clear view of his blush and it’s such an adorable sight that you can’t help but keep teasing him “You can kiss me in the cheek too as payback.” You said in a teasing manner but there’s a part of you that’s also hoping.

Baji reached out to your head pulling you near him. He brought his lips onto your temple and placed a soft kiss there. Baji wrapped his other arm around you to hug you into him all while his lip was attached to your temple.

It was a night of comfort where you two just wanted to be in each other’s arms. Baji wanted it to be like this forever. But there are far more things for him to do before he could get comfortable. He still has a responsibility of mending relationships.

Kazutora. He needs to ground him and stop him from doing even more regrettable mistakes. Same goes for Mikey. The things he must do is going to be difficult and requires a lot of his attention. He hopes you will forgive him. It’s a world where you shouldn’t get involved in and that’s where he’s diving in deeper head first. Maybe if you do forgive him he can hang out with you like you used to, but for now he has to distance himself.

Bad little boy

That’s what you’re acting like

I really don’t buy

That you’re that kind of guy

And if you are

Why do you want to hang out with me?

After your little hang out, you thought that everything is looking up and that whatever Baji went through from long before isn’t bothering him anymore. So how has it come to this?

Recently Baji has been ignoring you even when you’re right in front of him. Everything was going well, you could see him happily hanging out with Chifuyu, but suddenly he’s avoiding you and you’ve been seeing Chifuyu on his own recently. The only conclusion you came to is that something is going on in his gang life. But he’s always emphasized that you should stay away and that you shouldn’t get involved. So you decided to confront him and try to get answers directly from him before resorting to asking from others.

You waited for him in front of his apartment door one day. It was already late at night when you finally caught a glimpse of him making his way up. You ran and came to him in the middle of a flight of stairs. Before you could speak, you were silenced by the sight of him in his black gang uniform. You’ve seen it hanging on his closet in his room but seeing him wearing it gives him somewhat of an intimidating aura. His stance and gaze definitely contributes to his intimidating look.

“Baji, what is going on? I don’t mind you going silent on me for quite a while, but you blatantly ignoring me are worrying me.”

Baji gave you an indifferent look before walking past you. You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket; your grip is definitely not enough to hold him back, but Baji feeling you grab at him made him stop in his tracks.

“Please Baji, you don’t have to tell me anything just some reassurance would suffice. Let me know you’re fine at least please!” you felt him snatch his hand away from your grip as he looked down at you with a glare. Him standing on a much more elevated part of the stairs made you feel much more smaller. You know he’s deliberately trying to intimidate you away from him. You’ve seen him do this to you before, and time and time again, he only does this if you may or may not be aware that you’re prying too much in his gang life. You fully know why he does this but still, you can’t help but feel a little scared. This feels a little more different than usual.

“Get away from me.” Baji turned and proceeded to make his way up the stairs. But if he thinks that he’ll shake you off just by saying that then he’s thoroughly mistaken. You ran up and hugged him from behind, this conversation isn’t done.

You leaned your head on his back, reminding you both of the time you two went around for a ride. “You think I don’t see it?” you whispered “The way your shoulders seem to slump as of recently. You look like you have the weight of the world on you. As if you’re on your own.” You tightened your arms around him “I’m gonna be your reminder that you’re not on your own. I know you have special friends by the way you speak of them, you have Chifuyu your most trusted right hand man.” You nuzzled your face further into his back “I’m here for you too. You’re surrounded by trustworthy people, don’t bear the burden on your own.”

Baji took hold of your hand on his stomach caressing it slightly “I’m partly responsible for this, I have to…” he whispered but you couldn’t hear the rest. Before you could ask him for what he said, you felt the soft hold he has on your hand turn into a grip as he pried your arms away from him.

He walked away so fast that you couldn’t say anything anymore. You can tell that whatever baggage Baji was carrying, it was too much for him alone. You were done waiting in the wings and just watching your very dear friend—friend?—struggle on his own.

“Chifuyu!”

He turned his attention to you when you called for him his expression lighting up in recognition when he recognized it was you. “Hey, how are you? What brings you here?”

You were about to tell him, but the condition of his face made you pause. “What happened?”

Chifuyu stiffened as he realized what you were talking about. He reached for his covered eye and scratched at it confirming it was what you were talking about when you responded. “It’s—it’s just a gang picking up a fight with ours.”

“Want me to look at it again?”

“No it’s all good. I’m all good now. Anyway, you needed something?”

“Can we talk? I needed to ask something.”

Chifuyu looked at you in concern a little worried with the tone of your voice “Ok…”

Chifuyu had a feeling about what you were about to ask. Now he would be lying if he said that Baji hadn’t given him a full on lecture with the most serious expression emphasizing not to involve you in their lives. And he understands why, he’s seen the most atrocious things occur, and mixing you up in situations like that. So he wasn’t really surprised when you asked about Baji and him distancing himself.

At first, he was very reluctant to share anything to you, but your mutual concern for Baji triumphed. And so Chifuyu shared everything that he thinks would be appropriate sparing you the details that you should hear from Baji and the fact that his state right now is in fact caused by Baji.

As he was in the middle of explaining, a shout interrupted him. “CHIFUYU!!!” the two of you turned and saw Baji marching towards you both. When Baji got close enough, he grabbed his collar towards him “The hell do you think you’re doing?!!”

“B-Baji-san—“

“Let him go Baji! I’m the one who asked him!” you tried to intervene as you grabbed the arm that was holding Chifuyu but it seemed that your words fell into deaf ears.

“Didn’t I tell you not to get her into this?!”

“She’s concerned, we’re concerned! Of course we’ll discuss when it’s about one of our best friends.”

“Friends? Haven’t I made myself clear back at Valhalla’s hideout?!”

“Baji—“

“You think you’re fooling anyone here?” you tried to interrupt again and this time he turned his attention to you. “Does it look like we buy that act of yours? Cause news flash Baji, we’re your best friends and we’ve come to know you well enough that whatever you’re doing is a bluff.

Baji let go of Chifuyu and walked towards you standing tall purposely trying to make you feel small with the difference of your heights. But like you said, you’re not buying this bluff and stood your ground. You looked at his eyes determined not to break the eye contact. He can intimidate you all he wants, but with his efforts to keep you from his said dangerous life, you’re more than positive that he won’t lay a hand on you.

Baji laid his hand on your shoulder giving it a tight grip as he pushed you aside and walking away.

“Walking away, Baji? This isn’t like you.”

He paused from his walk “Not like me? I thought you knew me well enough?” he reminded you as he continued to walk away.

“Please, you’ll have to excuse him just this once. He’s handling things on his own and—“

“It’s okay, Chifuyu. I’m not mad at him. I’m just mad that he’s making these rash decisions without consulting anyone or even asking for help.”

“I tried lending my help but…no such luck.”

“Chifuyu…I’d love to help you out, but I won’t meddle for now.”

“Huh?”

“I only asked you for answers, I won’t involve myself as Baji wishes. But as soon as this is all over, I’m squeezing every bit from him. I’m done being left in the dark and this will be the last instance I’ll let that happen before I change things. So Chifuyu, take care of Baji for me will you?”

You can see determination light up in his eyes and gave you a firm nod. “You’re a pretty clever guy, I trust that you can help Baji in your own way.”

“I’ll bring him home and make him face the wrath of your ear pulling in no time.”

“Don’t get yourself hurt out there even more, alright? Protect Baji and yourself.” You held out your fist for a fist bump which Chifuyu gladly returned.

The two of you parted ways and you only hoped for the best in this situation. Sooner or later the end of the month came and Halloween is upon you. You haven’t seen Chifuyu nor Baji in that time span. You could only hope that everything is going as smoothly as possible.

On your way home, you came across Chifuyu dressed in his gang uniform. Just like when you saw Baji, he exudes a different aura when you saw him wearing it. He called for you and you two have a short talk.

Chifuyu was silent at first, trying to find the right words. “We’re having a brawl today.”

“Already?”

He nodded as an answer.

You looked down in worry. When the word ‘brawl’ is mentioned, Baji and Chifuyu always comes home with bruises and cuts and you know fully well that this time it wouldn’t be different.

“I’m sure you and Baji will kick some ass together.” You tried hyping him up, but it seemed that your words only brought him down.

“Baji is…he’s with the enemy.”

“…What?”

“He sided with the enemy gang.”

“That idiot, what the hell is he thinking.”

Chifuyu put his hands on your shoulders in reassurance “He’s doing this because he doesn’t trust someone who just rose in our ranks. He wants to expose them for the liar they are.”

You know Chifuyu is omitting a lot of details, but you decided to not mind it as his explanation given to you was enough to let you understand what he’s up to…even if vaguely.

“Come back safe.”

“We will.”

That evening, you decided to wait for the two of them. Waiting at the playground near the apartment building, in front of the apartment building, the stairs in the building, to Baji’s front door, and to your room where you settled once it got dark. You intend to wait for them no matter how late it becomes, but in the end exhaustion took over your body and forced you into a deep rest.

What woke you up is the knocking from your front door. You rushed to the front door fully expecting Baji and Chifuyu to greet you and say that everything’s fine now. Everything back to the way it was where you three were free of worries and hanging out like usual with cats running around his room. But what greeted you when you opened the door aren’t your two friends, but Baji’s mom.

“Y-yes?” you asked silently, still surprised that it was her. You took note of the worried look on her and the bags underneath her eye.

“…it’s Keisuke. He…” she couldn’t finish her sentence her lips trembling.

You took her hand to provide comfort waiting for her to finish. You didn’t want to assume anything when you can wait for answers. You can wait for a few more minutes for the answers.

Here you are, Baji’s mom leading you to him. She opened the door to the room he’s currently resided in and you got a clear view of a somewhat pale figure of Baji sleeping.

“Looks like he fell asleep waiting. Could you stay with him while I get us some food?”

“Of course.”

You took a seat beside his bed. The blanket around him has been bundled in one side, probably from his tossing and turning. You were informed that he suffered a lethal wound, you can’t comprehend how he still has the ability to toss around in his sleep despite have a pretty fresh wound.

You reached for the blanket and tucked him in properly then brushing his hair away from his face lest it goes straight in his mouth. As you were smoothing over the blanket, you felt him stir in his sleep making you stop your movements. Hopefully you didn’t wake him up from his needed rest but alas, his eyes started to squint open looking around.

“Shh, go rest. You need it.” You said caressing his head.

Baji whispered your name realizing that you’re with him, before he went back to sleep. Whatever happened must’ve tired him out big time. The Baji you remembered is always bursting with energy despite being in a down condition, so seeing him in such a state made you worry. But you quickly diminished that worry as he’s here in front of you recovering, and in no time he’ll be back to his rambunctious self.

Watching his sleeping figure is what you used to occupy your time while you wait for his mom to return. It was not much a surprise when you heard the door open and close. She sat next to you and looked at her son.

“Chifuyu wanted to tell you everything yesterday, but he was exhausted so I insisted he rest. I hope you don’t mind not finding out about this as soon as possible.”

“No it’s okay, it must’ve been quite a debacle. I’m just glad he’s fine and that I’m here now too.”

“He woke up once this morning looking for his friends from the gang and you. But you’re the one who I could contact much sooner. The others will be over much later.”

“That’s good.”

Your conversation was cut short when you heard him groaning and shifting and starting to sit up. His mother helped him sit up. “Dear, could you grab the water?”

You handed him the water. When he reached for it, he paused when he saw you. “You’re here?”

“You saw me earlier, remember?”

“I…I thought I was just dreaming.”

“Well here I am, now drink up.” You watched him as he gulped down the drink. “Looks like you were still in dreamland when you saw me.”

“Can’t help it when you look dreamy yourself.” Baji said in confidence but there was a faint blush on his face in contrast to you who was blushing madly.

His mother let out a giggle “Getting quite bold now, young man?”

Both of you whipped your head towards her. Baji was so focused on you that he didn’t realize that it was his mother that helped him sit up. “Still in dreamland?” she asked patting him on the shoulder as if she’s proud. “I’ll leave you two to talk. An overdue one at that if my assumption is correct.” She said before closing the door behind her.

The two of you sat in silence, ignoring each other’s gaze. The situation came so quick that none of you two could think of words to start up said conversation. Eventually, you decided to speak up first.

“Are you okay now?”

He looked up at you “Yeah, mostly fine now. Just letting the stitches do its thing.”

“You sure you’re fine?”

Baji gave you a soft look, noting your worry. He gave you that bright wide smile of his which only widened once he saw you return said smile “Positive! You can even ask my doctors!”

“That’s a relief. I’m glad.”

As soon as you said that Baji felt a hard slap on the back of his head making him groan and soothe the area with his hand. “What the hell was that for?!” his voice filled with surprised mixed with confusion.

“That’s what you get for getting yourself gravely injured!!! Be thankful you didn’t die or I personally would’ve given you your own special punishment in hell! YOU IDIOT!”

“Listen, I—“

“Whatever your reason is I don’t wanna hear it! I just…d-don’t want seeing you hurt o-okay!” you started with screaming your head off but eventually succumbed to your own tears, sniffling in front of him. You felt him tug at your wrist inviting you towards him, which you obliged to. He pulled you in for a hug setting his hand on the back of your head burying your face on his chest. “Why do you think I keep offering my help when you’re hurt? You think I do that just cause, that I randomly tend to strangers because I wanted to?”

Baji stroked your hair, placing a kiss on the crown of your head as his silent apology. “It’s always just been you ok.”

“I’m sorry.” He said tightening his hug around you.

“If you’re sorry don’t do that kind of stunt again.” You scolded pouting at him.

He let out a chuckle finding your pouty face cute. Baji looked into your eyes sincerity oozing out of him before saying “I promise.” He’s worried a lot of people as of recently, he’s seen how his actions affected them, and he swore to himself that he’ll never bring on such feelings to the people close to him ever again. He swears to himself and to you.

You pulled away from the hug, but before you could wipe your own tears, Baji beat you to it cupping your cheeks once he’s done. You two just gave each other a longing look. Your hand lifted up to the back of his head where you smacked him and proceeded to caress the area.

“I’m sorry, too. What I did went a little far, especially to an injured person.” You gathered his hair and pulled it over on his shoulder before continuing to stroke the back of his head.

“You know me well, sometimes it takes a beating to get something through my head.”

You chuckled at that “Next time you decide to do something idiotic, remember thy smacking hands.” You teased

He took both of your hands and brought them to his lips. “A smack from these hands from time to time isn’t that bad. After all, they spend most of their time caring for me.”

You definitely blushed at his statement, but you’re not really flustered. What you felt is that tingly feeling in your stomach. Nothing embarrassing about this moment, just bliss.

You leaned over to him giving his lips a peck. He looked at you as if asking ‘why’ “Consider that a welcome back gift.”

Suddenly you felt him peck at your lips too causing you to return the look he gave you earlier. “Consider that as thanks then…for everything.”

The soft look he was giving you spurred you to hug him again, this time surprising him but it didn’t take long for him to return it. His embrace was as warm as ever, as it should be. You nuzzled your face in his neck taking in his scent which you were so close to losing. You’d have to thank Chifuyu since he most likely contributed to Baji being here.

You were about to ask Baji where Chifuyu was and if he visited him yet, but you were interrupted with the door opening. Looking over, you saw a blond guy standing there looking at you two in surprise. “Baji, who is she?” as he asked, two more guys went in along with Chifuyu.

Chifuyu called out to you, relief can be heard in his voice once he caught sight of you. The three other guys looked at him “You know her?”

Baji spoke up “She’s a friend of mine.” He said putting a hand on your back.

The guy with purple hair looked at you and Baji’s hugging figures and raised his brow “You sure?”

You two pulled away from each other when he asked that. “Mind introducing us?” The guy with a tattoo on his temple said.

And so the long due introduction of Baji’s closest friends finally happened. He gave them a brief summary of how you two came to be friends and shared some moments you and him experienced with Chifuyu butting in from time to time to elaborate more on embarrassing details Baji chose to omit. Said stories brought cheer to the group laughing at Baji’s past embarrassing moments and laughing with him, happy that they can still share such moments from now even to the future.

As the lot of them chatted up, Mikey motioned for you to go to another side of the room wanting to have a little chat. “So…you’re the one who’s been taking care of him ever since huh.”

“As much as he allows that is.”

“I’ve always wondered why he’s always in top shape the next morning after we have fights.”

You chuckled recalling some memories “He always receives an earful from me whenever he shows up littered with injuries.”

Mikey gave you a look of gratefulness “Thank you. He’s a special part of my life.”

“Ah, I’m assuming you’re the childhood friend he’s talked about then, the one at the dojo?”

You saw Mikey’s dark eyes light up a bit when you mentioned of Baji telling you about their cherished childhood. “Yeah…that’s me.”

“He sees you as family you know. All of you.” You said looking at Baji and his friends that surrounds him. “He may not talk a lot about you guys, but when he does he always has this aura where you can just feel that he’s happy to be with you guys. Like his prized treasures you know.”

“So I’ve heard.” He said looking down “But judging at how he talked about you, you’re definitely part of those said prized treasures.”

You smiled at him “Hopefully we get to know more about each other from here on out.”

“Same here.” He said ending your conversation and joining back up to the others.

Baji was discharged at the end of the week with the doctors telling him to still take his rest at home for another week and to have regular visits to check on his condition. So seeing that Baji has a lot of free time, you and his mother agreed that it’s best for Baji to catch up on school on said free time and that he wouldn’t be left behind once he gets back at school.

Here you are at his room where you two were supposedly be studying but you ended up playing with the three cats that wandered in. You recognized them as the one who Baji treated, and the cats that picked you up that night when he took you out for a ride.

Baji was seated on his bed as he watched you play with the three cats on the floor with the cat toys he keeps in his room. As time goes on with you playing with the cats and ignoring him, his face turned into a pout.

“I thought we were supposed to be studying.”

You looked at him in surprise “Are…are you actually asking me to study?”

He raised his brow at your question “Yeah…?”

“You…who I had to force to do your homework is asking me to go study with you.” You asked still in disbelief.

Baji grew a tick mark on his forehead “Is something unbelievable about that?”

“Everything.”

“Tch” he crossed his arms and turned away from you and the cats. His actions made you realize something. “Aww are you sad that the cats are favouring me? Hey guys come on show Baji some love now will you?” you picked the kitten that he treated and held him out to him. “Come on give him some love now.” You asked the kitten who meowed in response.

You found the kitten too cute that you ended up hugging it against your chest cooing and petting at it.

You were too distracted by the kitten that you didn’t notice that Baji had carefully stood up from his bed and sat beside you. You only noticed his presence when you felt his arms wrap around you in a hug.

“The cats can cuddle up to whoever they want.” He nuzzled his face in your shoulder and whispered “I want your attention.”

He said it so quietly that you probably wouldn’t have heard it if his faced wasn’t mushed against your shoulder.

You gently set the cat down back on the floor and gave Baji a hug. “Aww does the little kitty want my attention?” you teased

You expected him to look at you with an annoyed look but when he looked up at you, you only saw a serious expression on him. “Baji?” he leaned his head so that your foreheads are touching each other. Your position can make anyone feel flustered or embarrassed, but with the way Baji is looking at you, you can’t help but feel at home.

Baji’s eyes eventually wandered to your lips. From the atmosphere of the room, you can tell where this is going. He bumped his a head a little against you as his way of asking you to let him. As your answer, you held the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.

It wasn’t a peck like the ones you two shared at the hospital. This one lasted much longer and more feelings poured into it. You two took comfort at the contact with him occasionally rubbing your nose to each other then going back for a kiss.

You two eventually pulled away from each other, but still wanting to be close, you and Baji shared a hug.

“Can we stay like this?” he asked

“As long as you’d like.”

A/N: Once again hope u guys enjoyed! Do let me know if you liked it hehe

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just-my-type-x · 3 years ago

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Deadline For Love

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I enter the high school yard and sit by the fence to wait for my friends to show up. As i do so, i reach for my phone to enter the documents on it to run over some lessons for the upcoming exam next week. I try to focus on the pieces of information, but I'm interrupted by loud music coming from a car. I glance over at the car and widen them when i see a brand new jaguar parking across the street from me. My mouth falls open and i turn my head back to my phone when the driver comes out. The last thing i need is trouble for staring at a beautiful and expensive car. But you know what they say.. Curiosity killed the cat. So i turn around to look at the car one more time, when a beautiful man walks out of it. Brown, curly hair, wind blowing it but the hair still manages to lool flawless. He opens the backseat door to take his backpack and i notice his tight black longsleeve tucked in his black jeans, some boots in his feet. I swallow the excess of saliva that I didn't know i had and turn around quickly when he looks at me. I close my eyes and face-palm myself, cringing to the core. I decide to go back to my studying and act like nothing happened. Hearing footsteps on my left, i fight the urge to look if the man comes my way, wishing to steal one more sight of him. The footsteps stop next to me anf he clears his voice loudly, so he can capture my attention.

"You're not so subtle", i look at him, playing dumb. "Just so you know", he smiles and i smile back at him. "I'm Brad", he extends a hand towards me and i shake it happily

"I'm y/n. I'm sorry, but we don't usually see random handsome guys pulling up in Jaguars", i chuckle. "Just so you know". Brad laughs and I'm quick to conclude that this is the most beautiful sounding laughter. "So, are you new here?"

"Yes, actually. I know school started for a while, but there have been some problems my dad had to take care of at my other high school.", Brad leans on the fence and i copy his move

"That sounded like your dad threw the people responsible in a river", he laughs and i try not to blush. I love making people happy.

"Don't worry, it's just paperwork.", a group of people pass us and greet me and Brad, coming over to us to exchange some words and to meet Brad. I see him shift in his place and running his hand through his hair multiple times. Anxiety habit maybe? The group leaves soon after and i look at him, smirking.

"Who would've thought that the rich kid is shy", i pick my backpack off the ground and swing it over my shoulder

"Don't call me that, ok? We're not that close yet", tho his words speak facts, his tone is still warm and i kinda appreciate it. I apologise and go inside the building, letting my friends know I'm no longer waiting for them.

"So, what's your first class?", i ask him awkwardly after the last thing I've told him

" 'M not sure, i think Geography.", he frowns, looking at his schedule on his phone

"Wait, we have the same classes. My coordinator just texted the group chat, we're colleagues", i show him the text and we walk to the classroom. We enter and we greet five other classmates, Brad introducing himself to them.

"Oh my God, he's so cute", a girl whispers to her friend and i roll my eyes, dropping the backpack on the empty seat of the double desk. Brad blushes and involuntarily runs a hand through his curls. He stops at my desk, looking at me, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge him, while my nose is already buried in today's lesson.

"May i help you?", i laugh and he smiles. He looks at the seat that's occupied by the backpack. "Ooooh", i take my backpack away and he's quick to seat next to me.

"Thank you, it's so nice of you to offer me this seat", he jokes and i shake my head smiling.

"i would've said something, but we're not friends yet", i click my tongue and put the book in the middle so he could look at what I'm reading

"That I'm rich and funny?", Brad raises an eyebrow while taking a pen and a notebook out of his backpack. I nod and he laughs.

"What's that thing you always do with your hair?", i ask, while studying his face. He doesn't lift his eyes from the book and absently answers

"Yiu wouldn't believe it, but i am actually shy and can't handle moments like this, when I'm the new guy and all the attention drops on me"

"Well, you shouldn't come with a Jaguar at school", i mock him

"Please drop the car thing or tomorrow I'm coming riding the actual animal.", Brad tries keeping a straight face but fails.

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A few days past and having Brad as my desk mate is a total blast. We started to get to know each other better and it turns out he's a total sweetheart. His sense of humour matches mine and we're on the same page with a lot of things. Maybe not that many. While I ace geography, he's totally lost without my help and a very important exam is coming up. While i take some notes for the exam, Brad comes into the classroom and takes my book away from me. He takes my hands in his and i raise an eyebrow at him.

"You have to help me pass this or I'm lost"

"I can't give you my brain", i chuckle

"No, but you're intelligent and you've been going through the lessons everyday since i got here and I'm sure you can put some information in my brain", he looks at me hopeless. I sigh and ask myself why shouldn't i do it and i have no answer to that question. So i happily agree to that. He gives me a quick hug and when i get back in my seat properly, my elbow hits the wall behind me. I moan in pain and mumble a fuck under my breath. I feel Brad watching me so i look back at him and see him smirk. "If you sound like this in bed too, then that's intriguing", he laughs and i hit him playfully in the arm.

"You'll just have to imagine that, Simpson"

"Mmm, bet my imagination isn't that colorful as reality might be", Brad runs a hand through his hair and smirk at me while leaning on the back of the chair. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Then you'll have to become creative", i wink at him and put my notes on the side of his desk. "Have some of this information learned by tomorrow afternoon. We'll go to my place to study together", i try to keep my voice neutral, tho this joke about my moaning got me playing since scenarios in my head that i didn't know i had the ability to create.

"If i guess the answers right, do i get any type of reward?", he goes through the notes and runs a finger over the highlighted words.

I gasp

"For a shy guy like you, you definitely have a dirty mind"

"And mouth, i can assure you." he's still looking through the notes, frowning, like he doesn't say any big deal. I fall back on my seat, trying to keep my mind from wondering off into the wrong direction. I study Brad, his back broad and muscular, his shirts and t-shirt making it look so masculine. His arms are well built as well, legs too. Little curls forming at the back of the head and the rest of the curls being parted everywhere in the front. His coffee eyes read carefully over the hours and hours of information I've studied for, his lips parted, whispering what he reads. His fingers nice and long, the rings adding an extra wish for me look longer at his hands. Brad runs a hand through his hair and i frown when a strand of hair isn't placed as nicely as before. "Just because i don't see you, it doesn't mean i don't feel uncomfortable when you're watching me", he leans back in his seat to face me. I turn on the side and put my arm on the back of the seat, holding my head with my hand, looking in his eyes and him looking into mine without blinking.

"I was trying to see if i invited a serial killer into my house"

"I think we'll have to wait and see"

"Brad!", i push him playfully.

"I was joking. There's nothing you have to worry about. Other than my excessive stupidness for this subject", we both laugh and give each other one more smile when the teacher enters the classroom

The class comes to an end and we all reach for our backpacks to get out of the classroom. "Don't go yet, one more thing", the teacher yells and we all stop in our tracks to pay attention to her. "I changed my mind about the exam.", a sigh of relief escapes all of our mouths. Brad looks at me and smiles and i wink at him. "It's gonna be a 2 people project.", a wave of disappointment is heard from all around the classroom, but i almost clap out of excitement. Projects are my thing and I always ace them. I look over to my best friend and we both smile at each other, because we always work together. "The project has to be about your European trips. If you went to Berlin, i want pictures, if yiu went to Rome, i want pictures and so on. Afterwards, i want information about type of climate, fauna vegetation and so on about the certain country. I'll email you all the requirements. Oh and i almost forgot, your team mates are your desk mates. No changes. ", the teacher leaves before we do and we remain with mouths open, because we're used to choosing our partners. I look at Brad who's already looking at me.

"I hope you've travelled outside England, pretty boy", i sigh and head towards the door, him following me.

"Oh, we're going to have fun", Brad smirks and we both head outside for the break.

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After school, we both go back to my place to start working on the project. I get inside his car and don't know how to act casual enough in such a not avarege car for an 18 year old. Brad gets in the driver's seat and puts on his seatbelt, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He's been overwhelmed in the past days since chsnging schools and being the new guy again. He doesn't like being in the public eye for sure, but his little habits he does when he's shy make my soul happy. We drive off in silence, while groups of people follow us with their eyes. I roll my eyes, but Brad doesn't seem to notice the jealous eyes of those who are the same age as he is and don't even have a driver's licence. The radio plays quietly in the background and Brad vibes to the music by tapping the wheel to the rythm. I decide to look outside the window, because i don't want him to believe i'm staring at him.

I replay the past week while we pass trees and houses fast. Meeting Brad was really unexpected and i didn't know i needed him to come into my life. I didn't think i needed to surround myself with new people so i could feel good and energetic. Somehow, he managed to bring my true self back and for that i'm going to be forever greatful to him.

We pull up at my house and instruct him to park into my family's garage, as it's empty. We get inside and i'm thankful my mom cooked, because we're both hungry and not patient enough to wait for food delievery. We eat, get to know each other a little bit better and laugh almost at everything the other says, not necesarily because it's funny, but because we have too much of a good vibe together.

An hour or so later, we're both on the living room floor and looking at pictures and videos of each other's vacations. Brad is part of a group of him and three other boys, who are his best friends, and he is pretty much always on the road with them. He says it's an unwritten rule for them to go out of the country as long as they can afford it, so whenever they're free, they hop on the first plane. I almost choke on my water when he says that and all of a sudden i look at my vacation photos that are mostly taken by my parents while on vacation with them.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel bad", he apologies and comes next to me, putting his hand on the small of my back. i look up at him and smile.

"Don't worry, i'm fine. You're the last person who would make me feel bad, Bradley", i pinch his cheek.

"Good. Oooh, what do we have here?", Brad reaches for my phone to look at a photo closely. "This picture should be illegal", he says in a serious voice, but i chuckle and lean on him to try get my phone back, but he raises his arm higher.

"Stop, i don't like that photo", i whine and get on my feet to reach the phone. The photo he's looking at is a picture taken at a restaurant on the beach and my friend took a picture of me having a sip of cocktail, my chest only covered by a small bikini bra.

"Shut up, you're breathtaking. We're not using this photo", he laughs and takes the phone away when i almost catch it. I give up and sit back down. "Ok,let's get back to our project, because you're distracting me and that's not good.", he hands me my phone.

"How am i distracting you?", i raise my eyebrow, but i know the answer to my question

"Y/N, I'm at the peak of my hormones and your exposed chest on a restaurant table look more appetising than the menu.", my mouth falls open while i question how he kept a straight face while saying all of this. I blush and look away from him.

"Thanks for the honesty", i chuckle

"Yeah, well, i can't thank you for other things", my face heats up even more and i push him away playfully.

"Just don't think about me when you do it. Please.", i manage to say, while going back to the laptop, seeing the empty slides we need to fill in.

"Will it make you do it yourself?", his voice is low in my ear and i breath heavily all of a sudden. I shake my head to forget the feeling.

"It will make me wanna finish this stupid project so i could focus on more important things"

"And when i thought you wanted to finish me", Brad fakes he's hurt by putting a hand over his chest

"After we finish the project", i smirk proudly when his face shifted with surprise, his eyes sparkling.

We start adding photos and information in our presentation, both Brad and i shifting in our places because of our conversation.

"Fuck it", Brad closes the laptop and moves it further from me, while pulling me by the hands towards him. He sits on the floor, his back leaning on the couch and he motions me to get on his lap. I do as told and he grabs my waist, his lips instantly landing on mine. We move in sync, our tongues brushing softly over one another, my crotch rubbing on him, creating a much needed friction by both of us. He gasps and moves his hands lower, holding me by the ass. We break the kiss and look into each other's eyes and smile. I want to move from his lap, but he grabs my thigh to hold me in place, murmuring a no. Brad puts a strand of hair behind my ear and cups my face before kissing me again, gently this time.

"Let's just take things slow, alright?", his voice is calm, while he's all blushy and needy

"Alright", i nod

"But i promise I'll make you call in sick when you won't be able to get out of bed when i finally get the chance to have sex with you", he slaps my ass gently, making me wish he hit it a little bit harder. I give him a kiss.

"I can't wait for that", i kiss him again, deepening the kiss

This became longer than expected so unfortunately i didn't get to write about preliminaries, but i hope u enjoyed the rest of the imagine. Also, as u can see in the request, it says 2 imagines, so of course i didn't respond to the whole request because i don't want people to see what's the request. However, i can make it as a part 2 to this one. So if you guys want that to be a part 2 (and trust me it's interesting) and if the anon who requested it sees it, pls let me know if u want the 2nd request to be somehow this part's continuation ♥️

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rae-gar-targaryen · 3 years ago

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Today I’m thinking about the girl I was assigned roommates with my freshman year of college. She’s a fraternal twin, and it was one of the first and only things she would tell you about her as an ice-breaker. I think we were paired up because we had similar sleeping habits and (surprisingly) similar music taste.

She was beautiful. Thin. Amiable. Went out most weekends. Perfectly nice and well-liked. Her side of the room was minimalist -- next to no decoration, save for on-trend clothes strewn on her bed (and sometimes on mine), and an overflowing makeup bag as the only item on her desk, other than her laptop.

My side of the room was overflowing with books. I dyed my own bedsheets to be vibrant and floral colors with my mom before leaving home. I tacked up posters and pictures on my side of the room, and my desk was piled high with my textbooks, my journals, the books I was reading, and my straightening iron.

We listened to music together while we got ready in the morning. To Passion Pit, she agonized over every last detail of her outfit before heading off to her nursing classes, while I struggled to find the appropriate plaid shirt/graphic tee combination for my daily trek to the other end of campus, to the run-down journalism building at the end of a tree-lined street.

We would sometimes talk late into the night.

I learned that she would critique my taste in books to her friends (and her friends back home via Facebook chat). Even if she hadn’t read them. I had a pair of coca cola logo patterned sleep shorts that I wore sometimes when it was hot. And whenever she would chat with a guy-friend from back home, he would comment on them. If I was in the room when they chatted, he’d greet me too, with a nice smile and a, “Hey, Coca-Cola!”

I learned later that she told him not to flirt with me, and that I was a “freak.” She would say similar things to the other girls in our dorm.

Midway through our first semester, she had this...I don’t know if I would call it a breakdown. She was homesick. She was unhappy and stressed in her classes. She felt like no one was listening to her when she was trying to express her unhappiness, and that she didn’t belong. I empathized with her. I felt the same. Don’t we all at 18? But I felt very assured that I was in the right place for me. I stayed up with her that night, made her tea in our dorm room kettle. I put my arm around her and let her cry on my shoulder.

I took out one of my journals and read her one of my essays, and one of my poems. I felt like in my other life before this one, I had expressed exactly what she was feeling in that moment. Different time. Different place. She didn’t give much away at the time, other than to commend my writing. To tell me she thought it was apt to her situation. That she was thankful. I encouraged her to find a different major that actually spoke to her interests, and would maybe come with a more manageable workload. I offered to let her have the room to herself on Sundays for longer so she could video call with her family.

Things got easier and easier with us all the time. I never admitted to her that I knew what she had said about me. I didn’t see the point.

Flash forward to the next semester. She was waiting for me in our room one afternoon when I’d had a cancelled class. She told me she was sorry. When I asked “for what,” she revealed that she had gone through my journal -- and the other ones like it in my desk drawer. She’d told me that I was a good writer. As if that made it better. She wanted to read more of what I’d written because it had made her feel better. As if THAT made it better. Never mind that there were years’ worth of personal entries about my own struggles with myself. With the people in my life -- most she didn’t know. But a few she now did. With how I’d learned that she (and other girls in our dorm) had said nasty shit about me behind my back.

Poems about heartbreak (of course). Attempts at writing songs (terrible, really). Half-finished ideas and thoughts that manifested themselves as adjective-heavy imagery when other words wouldn’t do the trick. (Nonsensical).

She said she’d known it was a fucked up thing to do. But that she was sorry. Incidentally, her family was in town visiting that week, and chose that moment to arrive to pick her up. They came back and later thanked me for helping her through her moments of homesickness. That she had told them all about my journals. And “wow, she says you’re such a thoughtful person and good writer.”

We finished out the year, and I listened to her when she needed someone. But I never felt like I should offer to share myself with her again. She got better and better as time went on, and changed her major to psychology. She found her stride and started going to parties again. Was back to being how I knew her.

To this day, I don’t know how to feel about her. About our time living together. I think sometimes about how we would cry together. About how someone so beautiful could feel the same as I did -- like they didn’t have a place where they were. And how we tried to make it better for the other. We haven’t spoken in years. But I remember ourselves as vulnerable 18-year-olds who bonded over obscure bands and fear of the unknown .... and little else. Those memories and people have their place in how you’re shaped. I’m sure of it. For some reason, she crossed my mind today. I hope she’s well. And that she learned how to speak less of others when she thought they couldn’t hear it. I still have all the journals.

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scarlettriot · 4 years ago

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MHA Flowers Headcanons

Just a headcanon of why these boys would bring you flowers and cute stuff that comes from it.

Warnings: None

Includes: Kaminari, Bakugo, Kirishima, Shoto, Iida and Midoriya

Kaminari

. Always spontaneous as heck!

. Literally. This man, being the bumblebee he is, would be coming home from work and be like, "Look at this pretty flower! I bet Y/N would like this!"

. And before he knows it, he has a small bouquet forming.

. He'd probably take a longer route home in search of more pretty flowers to add to the bouquet so it would look fuller when he gave it to you.

. Would present it with a smile full of pure sunshine!

. A couple minutes after sniffing the beautiful flowers he'd collected, a rash would form across the bridge of your nose and across your cheeks.

. "Aw crap!" Kaminari would quickly make sure to get you medication to help calm down the redness all while apologizing profusely.

. You still kept the flowers, just didn't sniff them so closely anymore. You'd catch Kaminari narrowing his eyes at them every time he walked by them until they withered and he happily tossed them.

Bakugo

. He's actually really good about remembering important dates in your relationship.

. There was always an internal struggle going on with this man when it came to giving you flowers and cute things like it: He wanted everyone to know he showered you with gifts but he didn't want to be caught dead shopping for them.

. So, on anniversaries and holidays, it's pretty standard for an arrangement to be delivered to your office.

. Your coworkers would exclaim about how sweet and thoughtful he was and they really would brighten up your whole day.

. He usually got home after you, sporting a little smirk of pride. You'd have to walk up to him, tell him how lovely they were because he sure as hell isn't bringing it up.

. "Tck. Yeah, whatever. Wasn't that big of a deal."

. But, he'd wind his arms around you, pulling you in close and you knew he was a softy underneath it all.

. "Had to have Kirishima help me pick between lilies and snapdragons... he told me to get both."

Kirishima

. More like Kaminari, the red-haired hero would show up with any bouquet of flowers just for the sake of seeing you smile.

. But, when you texted him telling him you'd gone home early after a particularly tough day he decided he really had to do something special this time around.

. So, he'd been standing in a flower shop, still in his hero costume, trying to ponder which one's you'd like best.

. The guy would start a group chat with all the people in 1A that might be able to help him. "Help! What's Y/N's favorite flower!?"

. After gushing about how sweet he was for trying to figure it out, it became very apparent that none of them were any help at all but they did remind him of your favorite color and he could work with that.

. He pulled them from behind his back when he got home, as nervous as the first time he'd brought you flowers. "So, which flower is your favorite?" He asked while you put them in water.

. You pulled out one of the flowers from the bunch and handed it to him.

. You'd told him how you didn't use to have one but that flower had coincidently been in every bouquet he'd given you and thus, became your favorite.

. Kiri nearly broke down from a cuteness overload.

Todoroki

. Todoroki rarely gives flowers.

. He just didn't want to resort to giving flowers in the way his father did to his mother. It felt sort of like a copout to him.

. Still, he can see the way you light up when other people get them and he really wanted that reaction out of you.

. That meant he had to get creative. Literally.

. He'd told you he was going out with Midoriya via text while you were still out on patrol and you thought absolutely nothing of it. Told him to have a fun time.

. "Why is this so difficult?" He grumbled while Midoriya picked it up so easily. He'd get it though, he was determined.

. When you arrived home, tired and longing for a shower, you were greeted by Todoroki holding out a small cluster of colorful paper flowers. "Do you like them?"

. Like them? Like? Like was an understatement! You loved them!

. He explained how he talked Midoriya into taking a class with him on how to make them and held up his hands so you could see all the bandaids from his paper cuts.

. After seeing your reaction, Todoroki got in the habit of hiding little paper flowers everywhere just to make your day.

Iida

. You told Iida how much you liked flowers on your very first date with him and ever since he's been known to go a little overboard...

. Like bouquets that were twice the size of your head.

. One time, when he was called away for work and was gone for two weeks, he sent flowers to your house every. single. day. You ran out of space to put them all!

. Still, seeing how happy he is to give them to you is more than enough reason for you to never complain.

. So, when he shows up to Friday night dinner, dropping a kiss on your cheek and whispering a soft, "I got you something." You weren't exactly surprised.

. You should have been though.

. He pulled out a small box and inside was a preserved flower. You recognized it from the first bouquet he'd ever given you.

. Iida sat across from you, adjusting his glass. "My mother had to help me get the preservation process correct but she assured me that as long as it is stored at..." He trailed off while you were still in awe of the incredibly sweet gift.

Midoriya

. Yeah, Midoriya knew your favorite flower before you even started dating. Well, he thought he did.

. He actually just jotted down things he knew his friends liked so he had a cheat sheet for gift giving.

. He was a studdering mess when you eventually corrected him.

. Ever since then though, he wouldn't just give you the actual flowers, he'd send you pictures of them. Get you artwork or a flower made out of clay for your desk.

. "I was on an assignment and saw this and I knew I had to get it for you!"

. Midoriya leads a super busy life but he always wants you to know he's thinking of you.

. He'd get big puppy dog eyes when you tell him you have the absolute perfect place for it.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I kinda want to try my hand at writing other people's prompts and ideas so if you have a request send it my way! Thank everyone!

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sunlight-moonrise · 5 years ago

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything (Not So) Nice (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Being a Barista and falling for a regular is as cliche as it gets. Having that customer become your new professor? Not so much.

A/N: *Peeks head out* Hello everyone. I have come back from my unannounced hiatus to show off this baby. Major thanks to @definitelynotkatesblog and @clean-bands-dirty-stories for helping me put this fic together. This was written for the lovely @httpnxtt for the secret-fic-swap in the Discord (thanks @imagining-in-the-margins.) I hope you all enjoy this smutty goodness.

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: Face Slapping, Degradation, Slight Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (male receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex/Creampie

Word Count: 6.4K

Masterlist

Being a barista is pretty awesome. Sure, there were bitchy customers and super early mornings but it had it’s redeeming perks. We got free coffee, tea, and snacks during our shifts, which served the caffeine addict in me. I also learned how to make popular lattes, mochas, and frappes that I ended up making at home for myself one too many times. While there were the occasional assholes who couldn’t appear human before getting their hands on some caffeine, there were the regulars who made it worth it. Most of the regulars were so sweet, I appreciated a familiar face when they came in. Some.. more than others.

“He’s baaaaaaaaack,” my coworker Hazel whispered to me in a sing-song voice as she scribbled a customer’s name on a cup. I turned to see who she was talking about, but I already had an inkling about who it was.

My suspicions were correct. I turned to see one of our kindest regulars, my personal favorite customer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Is it weird to know the full name -including the honorific- of a customer? Possibly. But when I’d asked for his name to write on his cup the first time he came in, he accidentally gave me his full name.

“Dr. Reid- uh, Spencer. Sorry, work habit.” He stuttered, avoiding my eyes after the mistake.

“No worries! What can I get started for you?”

As a Criminology major, I learned to study the people who catch my attention before indulging them. Call it an old habit.

Dr. Spencer Reid had earned his title and then some. He’d joined the FBI at only 22, having six degrees under his belt by the age of 27. He’d written several dissertations and co-wrote novels with his colleague, David Rossi. Someone with his reputation could be a pompous ass and have a leg to stand on, which is what made his humbled demeanor so much sweeter. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes, which was a nice little bow on top.

Hazel liked to joke about how we’d make a cute couple but I know she only did it to watch me get flustered.

I walked towards the counter to take his order, leaving Hazel with the task of refilling the caramel syrup. I’m always the one to help him since he very aptly pointed out that I’m the only one who makes his coffee just how he likes it.

Some days, he’d let me surprise him with a random creation. I’d confirm if he wanted caffeine (he always did), iced or not, and any flavor requests. He’d take his drink, tip me handsomely and let me know his thoughts on the drink the next time he came in. So far, his favorite was the almond milk honey latte I’d concocted. It was nice to have a little bit of fun, especially with regulars who were as consistent as him.

“Hey Doc, what can I get ya’?” I asked.

“The usual, please,” he said with a smile. I nodded and set off to make his drink: a venti dark roast with a shit ton of sugar, a dash of nutmeg, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.

“Of course!” I quickly go to fill his order, making sure to put a complimentary treat in a bag for him. I know he had the ultimate sweet tooth so I try to sneak him a confection whenever I can. At first, he was a bit reluctant to take the free pastries, but nowadays he usually smiles when he sees the small bag.

“Here ya’ go.” I handed him his steamy cup of caffeine along with the little treat, seeing him smile at the small pun I add to his cup, “Have a BREW-tiful day, Doctor!” I watched as his lips landed on the rim of the cup, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the sight making my cheeks promptly flush. I cleared my throat before asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s always good when you make it,” he stated matter of factly, a small smile touching his lips. The heat in my cheeks rose again. “Will you be taking a course this summer?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. My first day is actually later today. I’m surprised the class section was open, to be honest.” Super surprised actually. I’d been trying to enroll in this class for the past couple of semesters but it was always full by the time I was able to even load the registration page.

“Well, I’ll wish you luck, but I’m sure you won’t need it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I can just tell.” He stated calmly, like it was common knowledge. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Before he could respond, an insistent cough caught both of our attention. I peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see a customer waiting for his order to be taken. I turned my attention back to the Doctor, an annoyed look painted on my face. He nodded, taking a hint from the impatient mouth breather behind him.

“Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day. I hope that class goes well.”

“Bye, you too.” I waved, watching as he exited the door. I turned to the waiting customer, a bit miffed that he interrupted our conversation. But because I was at work, I plastered a fake smile on my face so that he wouldn’t see just how annoyed I was. “Welcome, how may I help you?”

●●●

After clocking out at 2:30 PM, I made a dash for the building where my class would be held. It’s not supposed to start for another half-hour, but I wanted to be sure to get there in time to choose a good seat and settle in before the rest of the class arrived.

Luckily room 301 was relatively empty so I was able to score a perfect seat by the window. I decided to kill some time by listening to some music and doodling randomly in my notebook. Some time had passed when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I turned to see a young man occupying the chair beside mine. He looked to be a frat boy based on the Greek letters he was sporting. Who wears a cap and hoodie in this weather? I really hope he didn’t expect to cheat off of me- although these types of guys always seem to do so.

I was about to return to my doodle when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to give the offender my full attention, removing one of the earbuds from my ears.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” frat boy said, with a wide smile adorning his face. I must admit, his boyish grin melted the slight annoyance I had begun to stir toward him. I returned his greeting and introduced myself as well. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” he continued, “but I like to have at least one buddy in each of my classes. In case we need help or miss an assignment or something.”

I nodded my head - a friend in a class was always useful when it came to studying and swapping notes. We chatted a bit more, learning about each other’s major and why we both decided to take a summer course. Tony is a double major and this course will satisfy the credits he needs for his psychology requirement. This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

It wasn’t until I heard the hush of the classroom that I realized the class was about to begin. I turned back to my notebook, preparing to jot down some important information despite it being the first day of class.

“Good morning class.” Wait. That voice... I didn’t even need to pick my head up to know who had spoken. “This is Criminal Psychology and I am your instructor, Doctor Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Professor Monroe could not cover this course so I’ll be his permanent replacement. Now…”

I raised my head, watching as he continued to talk about what is to be expected in this course while a TA handed out the syllabus. He went on, able to capture the attention of everyone while speaking of the experiences he had with an array of criminals. His eyes scanned the room and for a brief moment I thought they would land on me, but they continued to take in the mass amount of students before him.

My concentration was broken by Tony passing me a copy of the syllabus. I scanned it over, making sure to highlight all the important dates. I didn’t want any exams or projects conflicting with my work schedule. I also made note of how the overall grade system is broken down. The whole thing seems pretty fair and everything was spaced out enough where I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the workload.

“… and that pretty much wraps it up. Does anyone have any questions?” I tuned in just as he was pulling the first class to a close. No one raised their hands, so he dismissed us with a reminder to read the first chapter of the textbook and to check for any emails.

“So do you want to grab lunch?” Tony asked from beside me. I contemplated whether or not to go with him. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he quickly added, “Not as a date or anything, I just wanted to grab a bite and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “Let me just ask the professor a quick question about his office hours and I’ll meet you at the food court.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Tony gathered his stuff and exited the back door.

I focused my attention on the podium, seeing a gaggle of girls surrounding him asking redundant questions. From what I could hear, their questions could have been answered if they’d read the syllabus. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, they were probably more focused on him rather than what he was saying during class. I waited a few more minutes for them to finish up before I made my way to him.

“So do I call you Doctor or Professor now?” I laughed.

“From you, I’d respond to either,” he replied warmly. The comment made me blush. If he looked into my eyes at that moment, he’d see more stars in them than the night sky. I bit my lip to stop the idiotic grin from spreading across my face.

He’s your professor, get a hold of yourself.

“How can I help?” he asked, bringing me back to the original reason as to why I was standing in front of him without a cash register between us.

I cleared my throat. “Um, I was wondering if it was possible to see you outside your normal office hours? I usually work the morning shifts and I don’t want to flood your emails with my questions.” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You can come to my office at whatever time works best for you. I know balancing a work and school schedule can be hard. Besides, I’m usually there handling paperwork anyway.” He gave a small shrug, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you so much. I look forward to the rest of the semester Professor Reid.” I liked the way his newfound honorific rolled off my tongue.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Professor.” With that, I left and headed out to meet Tony.

I was able to find him at the food court. We got some food and chatted more about our classes as well as life outside of school. He made it easy to be his friend, and it was nice having someone to talk to. He works as a waiter so we shared our customer service horror stories and tales of sneaking food at work. It was a nice distraction that took my mind off of Dr. Reid and the ongoing battle of calling him Doctor or Professor. As Tony rambled, my mind wandered about other things I’d like to call Spencer instead.

●●●

In that short span of two weeks, we already had an exam, an oral presentation, and a report on the psychoanalysis of serial killers. Not one day had been wasted, but this is what to be expected from a summer course. The essay was due the day before. Now we had to wait for our grades which gave us a moment to take a breath.

I was worried that my paper was subpar; especially since I chose to write about Andrei Chikatilo, a serial killer from Ukraine. He wasn’t as popular as those in America, so I ended up spending hours on deep research to find substantial information about his crimes. It also didn’t help that some of the original reports weren’t in English. I had worked hard, and hoped Professor Reid would see that, even if my writing could sometimes be a little weak. I was worried about the grade as our research papers held the weight of 20% of our final mark.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Anyone in there?” Hazel’s voice pierced through my worry bubble, her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head, trying to focus on restocking the coffee beans.

“Sorry Haze, I’m thinking about this class.”

“Funny you say that; your favorite professor just walked in. Thought you might want to take his order.” She wagged her brows at me, making kissy faces as I hurried to the front register, trying my best to not let my eagerness be so glaringly obvious.

There he was, in his usual handsome glory, patiently waiting for me to take his order. He greeted me with a small smile that I happily returned.

“Hey Doc, what can I get you today?”

He debated for a moment before saying, “Surprise me.”

“Gotcha.” I already had an in my head; it’d been a while since he asked me to make him a random drink so I’d had plenty of time to plan. We got an early shipment of ingredients for our fall-themed drinks and I figured he would appreciate some pumpkin spice in his caffeine. “How are the papers coming along?” I asked casually as I rang him up.

“Pretty well. I��m almost done, so you’ll all receive your grades later today.” Wow, that was fast. I wondered if he stayed up reading all those papers to be done by today. Probably not, a TA must have helped him.

“I am a bit nervous about mine, especially since it’s worth a huge part of our final grade.” I really wanted to get an A in this course, but it was hard juggling everything in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he reassured. “I haven’t properly finished yours yet but it looked great just from what I’ve seen thus far.” His words gave me a little reassurance.

“Thanks. I put a lot of effort into it. Let me grab your coffee now.” Spencer walked towards the pick-up station while I grabbed a venti cup for his drink. Just when I was about to make his order, I saw another familiar face come up to the register. “Tony, hey!” I shouted, placing the cup back down, “What can I get you?”

This was the first time he’d been here, despite him saying for the past few days that he’d stop by for a visit, even with the promise of a cake pop if he did. It was nice to see another familiar face.

“Hey coffee girl, how you doin’ today?”

“Just peachy. My feet are killing me, though.” Just saying the words caused the ache on the soles of my feet to spike higher. I thanked my lucky stars I was almost done with this eight-hour shift.

“Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet, I promise you won’t regret it.” he offered boldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d joked about taking me out. I laughed, especially since he had a girlfriend. She met us for lunch one day and we became fast friends- she was an incredibly sweet and intelligent girl, polite and elegant as well. It is a wonder how his frat boy charm won her over but opposites attract, I guess.

“Shut up, Casanova. What are you gonna have?”

“I’ll have a grande iced matcha latte, please.” I should’ve known. He told me that he loves matcha flavored food and drinks the first time we grabbed lunch after class. He had complained that there was no good place to get one on campus.

“Coming right up.” I quickly filled his order since it was faster to make compared to the pumpkin spiced latte. I handed him his bribe-cake pop, matcha flavor of course, while he waited for me to finish making his drink.

“By the way, we’re still studying at the library for the exam later tonight, right?” Tony asked.

“Yup, I’ll meet you at 8.”

“Copy that, see you later coffee girl.” He turned to leave while I turned to make Professor Reid’s order. I put extra whip cream and a bit more syrup to satiate his sweet tooth. I grabbed a fresh chocolate muffin from the display case and popped it into a bag for him as well, drawing yet another pun on the good doctors bag. “Thanks for being such a TEA-rrific professor!”

“Here ya’ go Doc,” I called out before placing his drink and muffin on the counter. I looked up to see him no longer smiling. “Is everything okay?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh yeah, we study together once in a while.” I could have sworn I saw his frown deepen before his features became void of any emotions. He shifted his eyes downward, his hand moving rapidly to grab the cup.

“I should get going.”

“Oh, okay” Before I could say goodbye, he was already halfway out the door.

That was weird. I looked at the counter and noticed that he left the cupcake behind. Maybe he was in a rush?

I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on making it through the last couple of hours of work.

●●●

I made my way to the classroom, smiling at Tony as he pulled out my seat for me. Professor Reid walked in a few minutes later, his tall figure drawing all the attention to the center of the small stage. He let us know he already graded the papers and that they would be distributed by the TA before the end of class. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach but decided to brush it off and pay attention in class. Despite my attempts to focus on his lecture, I found my mind wandering every so often anyway.

I couldn’t help but think he was less animated today. Usually, he taught with such passion that the class couldn’t take their eyes off him. But today, it felt as if we were all in a boring seminar with an ancient professor. Tony kept glancing at the clock, probably also wondering why time felt like it was going by so slowly.

I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling the entire class. It didn’t help matters that every time I would raise my hand to answer a question, he would call on another student. What the hell did I do?

I decided to tune out the rest of the class. There is no point in being an actively engaged student if I wasn’t going to get treated like one. I’d just get the notes from Tony later.

Thirty minutes before the end of class, the TA handed out our essays while Professor Reid wrapped.

“Some of you did very well, while a few others struggled with the assignment.” His eyes landed on mine as he said that. It was the first time he had glanced in my direction the whole class. He moved on to the other side of the room. My mind was probably just playing tricks on me. “If you have any questions you can see me at my office hours next week or send me an email. You are dismissed.”

The TA finally made his way over to me, handing my essay in a slight fold. I looked at the grade on top and almost dropped the paper. My heart sped up as I stared at the letter in bright red ink. No way, no way this could be my report. I looked at the right-hand corner and saw my name at the top. I read through the first page and saw they were indeed my words.

How the fuck was it possible that I got a D on this paper? I knew my writing wasn’t the strongest, but a D?

“How you’d do?” Tony asked. For a moment I forgot I was in a room with other people.

I cleared my throat, trying to relive the lump so that he didn’t hear the croak in my voice. “Umm, not what I expected. I’m going to try to speak to him about it.” Tony was a smart kid, so I was sure he could see how tense I was. Luckily he didn’t question me any further and instead told me he’d text me later before leaving the classroom.

Fortunately, there were no other students in the classroom to slow me down this time. I walked right up to the podium, watching as Professor Reid placed some papers in his satchel.

“Professor, I need to speak with you.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” he replied, not even bothering to glance in my direction. This can’t be real. The sweet, kind Doc could not be the man acting like a total asshole right now.

“I really need to discuss with you my paper,” I pressed, raising my voice a little louder in an attempt to get his attention. That was wishful thinking on my part since he continued to fiddle with his satchel.

“I said I’m busy,” he uttered once again, his voice void of any emotion. He was about to walk past me, ignoring my whole being. His blatant disregard made my cheeks burn, and not in the usual way they usually did when I was around him.

“Spencer,” I barked, “We need to talk. Now.” For a few moments, he stood in front of me, his back facing my direction.

I was about to speak again before I heard him say, “My office. Half an hour.” He exited, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. The only things keeping me company were the fuming feelings swirling inside me and the failed paper clutched at my fist.

●●●

I knocked on his office door ten minutes earlier than he’d told me. The anger in my gut brewed hotter the longer I waited. As soon as I heard a “Come in,” I rushed through the door, slamming it behind me. He regarded me coolly, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“What can I do for you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” I walked up to his large desk, not bothering to take a seat in the chair in front of me. I took a moment to calm myself down before replying.

“Well, you can start by explaining to me why I got such a low score on my paper.” I guess he didn’t like being the only one of us sitting down because he stood up and leaned against the wall behind him.

“It did not meet the requirements for a passing grade as outlined in the rubric. The information given was boring and the overall topic was uninteresting. It was tedious to get through,” he responded nonchalantly, like he was giving me a weather report.

“You said that you enjoyed it so far.” I rebutted, placing my hands on the desk. I needed something to offer me stability so that I wasn’t visibly shaking.

“I’d mistaken your work for another student’s. Maybe Mr. Montgomery,” he dryly clipped.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I put the puzzle together. Was- was he serious? Was this man acting like this because of Tony? The audacity! The laugh that bubbled from my lips must have unsettled him. He left his position from the wall in favor of standing in front of me.

“You want to know what I think?” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing, “I think you’re jealous that I have another guy that isn’t you getting friendly with me at the shop and because of your inability to keep your---“

“That is enough,” he grounded out, shaking his head. But I didn’t stop talking.

“--private feelings away from your professional ones, you decided to give me a failing grade. Do you know how hard I worked in-” my voice rose up higher and higher until I was yelling.

“I said that’s enough,” he said again, louder this time. But I wasn’t done.

“-this class? This is my life, my fucking future on the line. I’ve told you how important this all is to me and you don’t even give a shit! You’re going to let your interpretation of my relationship with another student influence the way you do your job? And here I thought you were a decent man, Professor.” I hissed, “Do you even give a damn abo-”

“Enough,” he roared, slamming his hands on the desk and caging me against the wood. His breathing was matching the upbeat pace of my own. His quick movement and the sheer volume of his voice caught me off guard, effectively silencing me.

“I don’t deserve to be punished over your envy,” I whispered, locking eyes with him in a steady gaze.

“You want to see a real punishment, darling?” he hissed, the heat of his words almost breaking my glare, his breath fanning along my face.

We stared at one another for a while, neither of us willing to be the first to back down. The tension between us kept rising and rising until the inevitable happened. I couldn’t be sure who made the first move but before I knew it, our lips collided with a mix of rage and desperation. My arms draped around his neck as he pressed me on to the desk. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up high enough until I was perched on the cool wooden surface.

Spencer’s lips were soft, a stark contrast to the harsh way he was kissing me. His tongue parted my lips, gliding over mine with fervor. I couldn’t help but moan as he rolled his hips into me. He continued his rough grind, keeping my legs open as we moved as close together as our bodies would allow. He overwhelmed my senses- the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Everything was making me absolutely feral for this man.

I never expected the gentle Dr. Reid to be so fervent, so sensual. The kindhearted, sweet professor who regularly drank his weight in caffeine never gave me this impression. But then again, I’m sure he was shocked by my attitude as well. He knew me as the friendly, bubbly barista, now student, who enjoyed his class. He was about to meet a whole new side of me, just like I was going to for him.

Spencer pulled away from me, our mouths making an audible ‘pop’ sound from the sudden separation. I tried to catch my breath as he stared at me, our chests rising and falling together. If I were to move a bit closer to him, we would be touching once again.

He took a few steps back before motioning me to step in front of him. “I want you to get down on your knees. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, mainly because I wanted the exact same thing he did. I kneeled down, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You going to shut me up, Professor?” I teased, feeling powerful, even though he was looming over me. He didn’t reply, just continued to look down on me with those honey colored eyes- full of lust and rage.

I watched as he slowly placed his hands on his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons. He drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, just low enough to reveal his impressive size. My mouth salivated at the sight of his bulge as he came closer to me.

“We’re going to put that smart mouth to better use. Open.” He said, gripping my face between his fingers, forcing me to follow his orders. I opened my mouth slightly, not giving him exactly what he wanted. Instead of ordering my mouth to open further like I expected, he placed his thumb inside. He pushed the digit deep, pressing it against my tongue. I moaned around the finger, softly nibbling at the skin. He continued to slide his finger within my mouth before dragging it out completely. He wiped the excess spit on my cheek before lightly smacking it. The small shock of pain sent a shiver down my spine.

“Open, and do it right this time.”

I obeyed, opening wide enough to accept him into my mouth. My lips were stretched almost uncomfortably in an attempt to fit around him. He was so hot and thick, I couldn’t help but hum at the taste of him on my tongue. The soft “fuck” that fell from his lips had me purring around him. I went to place my hands on the remaining portion that couldn’t fit, but he batted them away.

“You’re using only your mouth.”

Fine, have it your way, Sir.

I placed my hands behind me as I bobbed my head, hallowing my cheeks with every rise. His shallow thrusts encouraged me to suck harder. I slowly pulled away to run my tongue against the vein protruding on the underside of his cock. I was rewarded with a groan escaping his lips.

“I should have known that you would be so good at this, darling,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to control his grunts.

I made sure to look in his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. The face he made was purely angelic. The muscles of his neck protruded more evidently and his breathing became more labored. I placed him back in my mouth, this time taking my time to go down on him.

“That’s right, Princess. Show me what a good girl you are for me.” He moaned as I felt his hands weave in my hair before he pushed my head down on to him, causing me to gag around him, tears pricking my eyes. He continued his thrusts into my mouth, barely allowing me a chance to breathe. My nose repeatedly touched the base of him as I swallowed around his hard length.

Spencer tightened his fingers in my hair and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The pace was brutal, but I enjoyed the rough treatment. Knowing that I was the one making him feel good was such a turn on. He buried himself deep in my throat after a few more thrusts to finish. I swallowed his release like the greedy brat that we both now knew I was.

He eventually pulled out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. I swiped the back off my hand across my mouth to clean off any leftover spit and cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I did so, rubbing the ache in my knees as I slowly rose. “I want you bent over the desk,” he continued.

“I want you to answer my previous question.” I quipped.

“You’re not in the position to be making commands,” he growled. He wrapped his fingers in my hair again, pulling just roughly enough so that I was looking up at his face. “If you want this to end well for you, I suggest bending over my desk before I stuff my cock in that bratty little mouth of yours again.”

He released me, eyes still on my face waiting for me to follow through on his order. I turned to his desk and did as he asked, bending over the wood until my chest laid flat against the surface. I waited as patiently as I could for him. It felt as if I was in this position for an eternity before he touched me. He pushed both my underwear and skirt down to my knees before placing his hands on my hips. I heard it before I felt it- the smack on my ass that caused me to yelp.

“Fuck, Spencer. What the—” I was cut off with another resounding smack.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to give you a real punishment, darling?” I took a deep breath as another shiver went down my spine. He had no business sounding so hot right now. Another smack, this time on my opposite cheek, had me biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“This” *SMACK* “Is” *SMACK* “What” *SMACK* “Happens” *SMACK* “To” *SMACK* “Bratty” *SMACK* “Little” *SMACK* “Girls” *SMACK*. A sob ripped from my chest as the last blow landed. My ass was on fire and surely littered with his hand prints.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood since you sucked me off so nicely, or I would have made that worse.”

Gee, thanks.

“You look like such a dirty slut like this.” I felt a finger enter me easily, the wetness gathered there making my entrance ready to take him. “So wet. Was it the spanking that got you like this, or your mouth around my cock?” A moan was my only reply as he added another finger, the two digits moving in a scissoring motion.

“Are you gonna be my sweet girl, now?” He asked as I moved my hips along his fingers, desperately trying to seek some more relief for the fire burning between my thighs as his mouth littered marks along my thighs. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving me as he curled his fingers, a slow moan falling from my lips. He pulled them out of me, wiping the slickness against my still burning ass. Fucking bastard. I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would grant me a reprieve and put his fingers back inside me. Instead, he spanked my ass one more time- one quick, sharp blow against the bruised cheek.

Just when I was about to yell at him, he placed the head of his member against my entrance. He moved up and down my drenched entrance before penetrating me in one full thrust. I took a short breath in, trying to get used to feeling so full. He was stretching me out in the most amazing way.

Spencer waited until I was grinding against him before he pulled out and pushed back into me. “Look at you, such a wanton little bitch aren’t you?” He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

He kept a steady pace, making sure to grind into me every time he slammed back in. The obscene sound of our skin smacking against one another’s and the moans escaping our throats was an erotic symphony that had my body heat raising the temperature in the room.

He hitched my leg on top of the desk, entering in an angle that made the pleasure so much better. I couldn’t stop the whines that kept escaping my mouth every time he pounded into me. His hand stayed upon my leg, holding me down and limiting my movements. His nails dug into the skin so harshly I was sure there would be bruises left in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he hissed under his breath. “Should have known you just needed to be fucked like the cheap whore you are.” He sped up, hips snapping at an almost punishing pace. The desk creaked every time he slammed into me. I hoped no one was nearby to hear what was going on. A whine left my throat when I felt his fingers rub against my clit. I was so close now.

“Should I stay inside you? Fill you up so you walk around campus carrying my child?” He growls, his pace increasing with each passing moment. “Knock you up so the whole campus knows what a whore you are for me?” He asks, earning a cry ripped from my throat.

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunted. I don’t know how he expected me to form a coherent statement at this current moment. My eyes could barely stay open at this point.

“Spencer, please.” He smacked the outside of my thigh.

“Try again, who’s fucking you?”

“You are, Doctor.” Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because it earned me another smack on my thigh. I had tears streaming down my face from the pleasurable pain he was giving me.

“You have one more chance or else I’m not letting you come. Now, who’s is fucking you?”

“Professor Reid!” I cried out.

“That’s right darling. Now come on my cock.” A harsh bite on my neck was the ultimate push that had me seeing stars. Spencer thrusted a few more times before fully sheathing himself within me.

He slumped over me, the feel of his breath against my neck causing me to shiver once more. We took a moment to have the high leave our body before he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving the both of us. Spencer was the first to break the silence between us.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, his voice a bit shy.

I giggled at his demeanor. A few moments ago, he was fucking me senseless and spanking me over his desk like a porno, and now he was asking me out to dinner.

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “But I should probably cancel my study plans.” I quickly added.

He led me to the faculty bathroom so I could freshen myself up. When I emerged, he was back to being the prim and proper professor I knew him to be. Just before we left his office, he leaned down and whispered, “By the way, you got an A.”

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