#but I'm hoping a passing grade is better than not replying at all

[snapeaddict]

A teacher's trick

For @mmad-lover <3

"I must say, I was quite surprised. The level of precision was that of a third-year; and it was brewed by an average student at best, Miss Ladislaw. Clearly, the discussion we had two weeks ago made a lasting impression. The girl has potential, and it pains me to admit it as I usually have a keen nose for those students with probable skills - I shall keep a close eye on her."

Minerva smirked slightly, although her expression also had something of that motherly fondness one finds in older people's faces as they listen to naive statements from their younger counterparts. That particular smile did not last long, however. She knew Severus would not appreciate what he would qualify as a "patronising attitude" - or what was it that he had said last time? - "ageist condescension". She had not taken it well; then Albus had looked at her with the very same expression, and told her she should know better than to lecture someone who was no longer a student. His amused eyes above the half-moon glasses, the slightly raised eyebrows... yes, Severus might have had a point after all. He was 24 already...

"And what is it that you told Miss Ladislaw two weeks ago?" she asked, her tone as neutral as could be.  

The Potions Master slightly shrugged his shoulders.  

"Merely that I thought she could achieve a satisfactory grade if she applied herself, and that her needing to work harder than some of her classmates for the same results should not hinder her from trying."

Minerva smiled again, then immediately took a sip from her teacup to hide it, pursing her lips.  

"Well, it makes perfect sense." She couldn't help herself.

Severus raised an eyebrow.  

"You told the girl you believed she could do well. You might as well have given that kind of student a bottle of Felix Felicis - it yields the same results."

"We are talking about a student who successfully brewed a Wiggenweld potion, not a Draught of Living Death."

"You understand my meaning."

Severus sighed, although he bowed his head slightly.

"We cannot go about telling every student such things hoping it will be a self-fulfilling prophecy. I would not have said it to half of them. If I had, it would not have been more than a white lie. All I can do is make sure they pass - I am no miracle worker."

"Oh, I don't know. It seems to be exactly what those new educative methods are about... you know, from the last board meeting. I thought..." She stared at him, then looked away, lowering her eyes. "I thought I could certainly incorporate some of them into my teaching. Be a bit more mindful. I am rather old-school, I'm afraid."

Severus kept looking at her. Then he simply replied, well after she had averted her gaze:

"We cannot be parents, Professor."

Minerva wondered if his momentary defeated expression had more to do with the immensity of the task at hand - to work at Hogwarts, one had better not gauge the assignment too closely - or with his own mixed feelings towards teaching. She thought it a little paradoxical how unforgiving he was with regard to academics, while he would go out of his way to try and fix things he could never fix, like broken homes and intra-student hierarchy. He was, it had to be said, an unforgiving teacher and a surprisingly supportive Head of House; Albus would certainly provide a satisfactory analysis for such behaviour, although a little too Lacanian to her liking.  

She poured him another cup of tea, which he accepted with a slightly embarrassed nod of the head. The friendliness between them was new and ever fragile. In its present state, it was a succession of extended hands quickly taken away when glares of suspicion, or the occasional snide remark, emerged again.

But she was trying, truly. This evening, she had originally planned, was to further their mutually beneficial relationship.

"You should not be so reluctant to make use of that Pygmalion effect, you know, Severus. It did yield great results with you."

He stared at her, looking genuinely surprised.  

"With me?" he repeated, the intonation quite unlike him.  

"If you recall, you were not very fond of Transfiguration as a boy."

"I shall make no comment on the subject."

His voice was rather cold.  

"You need not justify yourself", Minerva replied gently. This time, she held his gaze. "I know you had your reasons, all of them justified."

You did not feel safe, she wanted to add, but she said nothing. As usual, another thought rushed to complete the former - does that justify anything?  

She knew he would never claim that it did; although they had never brushed the subject, Albus had made no indication that the boy made any connection at all between the bullying, and his joining You-Know-Who. No, it was her; she made a connection. She saw a pattern, some kind of single path he was made to follow, perhaps a personal failure. It was in her nature to self-scrutinise when and only when she formed a bound - empathy enabled introspection as readily as dislike blinded her to any conclusions she might have previously drawn.

She was startled when he spoke:

"Not all of them, no."

She looked at him confusedly.  

"I beg your pardon?"  

"Not all my reasons for disliking Transfiguration were sound", Severus elaborated, smirking slightly.

She stared at him for a second. It was as if he had guessed...?  

"It was too much like muggle magic", he continued, purposely ignoring her expression. "Put a poor rabbit in a black hat; it is transformed into a dove. The coin disappears and reappears. You pull out metres of tissue from the magician's pocket. It seemed to me this was all that this was - magic tricks."

This time, Minerva was fully shaken out of her daze. She looked frankly scandalised.

"Magic tricks!" she repeated, her right hand on her heart. "Tricks!"  

Severus seemed to enjoy her half-genuine, half-theatrical display of indignation. He continued, sipping his tea with exaggerated nonchalance:

"I thought it horrendously inelegant. Turning animals into glassware while we brewed potions the colour of the starry sky... While we learnt to bottle things without essence... "

"I beg your pardon, no matter how you put it, it still is soup you are making down there", she cut sharply.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes. "Now, Professor, you do not want me as your enemy", he said slowly, putting down his cup in the middle of the English porcelain before him.  

"Oh, but I do", Minerva replied in a syrupy tone. She put down her own cup with every bit of nonchalance he had just displayed. "Potions are just large soups. That is, boiling water with things you put inside of it."

"Transfiguration is but a distraction for children at a garden birthday party."

"... While their parents bake the birthday cake by throwing ingredients into a big bowl in the right order, which is what you do, if I am not mistaken."

Severus raised his eyebrows, now looking amused and somewhat surprised. He thought of a few bitting comebacks - some that he would not have shied away from using a few years later - but hesitated for a second. This was, after all, still his former professor...  

"Well, Severus? I am sure you of all people have a witty reply to offer. You are a man of many talents."

This was enough to stimulate a formidable combination of those replies he was pondering upon - something to do with Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, its first principle, the impossibility of conjuring up food, the birthday cake, screaming children, ethical considerations about vanishing said children, and a muffling draught. He was about to speak; then, Minerva's words reached him fully. "You are a man of many talents."

He closed his mouth, smiled slightly, then nodded, all without a word.  

You are a boy of many talents, Severus. Be sure to remember this next class.  

"Pygmalion effect", Minerva said, leaning back in her seat. She clasped her fingers, smiling pensively. "You did so well that next Monday. You transformed that match into such a beautiful flower - truly the most remarkable one I had ever seen. I brought it to Pomona, I remember. She said it looked like a Lotus, Bleeding Heart, and Edelweiss had been bred together; it did not exist. It was a pure product of your imagination."

Severus frowned, although more from concentration than annoyance.  

"I barely remember".  

"You got an O. I cannot tell you how frustrated I was that you only got an E for your O.W.Ls. The only one! Nine 'Outstandings' in all other subjects!"  

Severus gave her an ironic look.  

"I am sorry to have disappointed".  

She rolled her eyes. "Do not put words into my mouth. Look", she added, getting up and circumventing her armchair, "I even took a picture."

She pulled out a drawer from the nearby buffet, then searched through its content for a few seconds, smoothly retrieving a mid-size, cardboard-like paper which she handed to him. Carefully, Severus lowered it down on his knees.

On the top right corner, in green ink, the words "Mr Snape - 1972" were written in the neat, strict handwriting that he had known since his first year, although usually in red. Somewhat clumsily this time - for whatever reason - he turned the paper over. It was, indeed, a picture: that of the flower he vaguely remembered, but now could study plainly, with its long petals and queer tear-shaped extensions right at their extremities. It looked more alien than beautiful, but that was not what his mind was occupied with. Rather, his black eyes scrutinised the background in the picture, clearly that of Minerva's personal desk, which had not changed much since then. His eyes went from the picture to the desk, dimly lit by a few candles at this time of the evening.  

"I wish it could have lasted longer", Minerva said softly, still standing by his side. She had followed his gaze. "It is one of the tragedies of transfiguration - nothing lasts forever."

For a few moments, Severus could not speak. Minerva put a hand on the back of his armchair, looking at him expectantly.

With difficulty, he gathered himself, and finally cleared his throat.  

"I was merely thinking... thinking that if you were to cast a combination of Epoximise and Orchideous spells, and I to brew an Elixir and Revigorating Draught, all of this put to use at regular intervals - it could potentially keep such a flower intact."

Minerva raised her eyebrows, her interest fully sparked. She turned around, searched through the buffet drawer once more, and placed a match in front of him. Her wand was out.

"Brilliant, Severus. What do you say I perform some tricks, and you bring over some soup, so that I can give you another O?

[your-local-baguette]

How long has it been ?

Warnings: angst, Rin and sae childhood spoilers, swearing, not proofread, slow burn romance

Pairings: sae itoshi

Word count: 3.2k

Authors note: this was my first slow burn so it's not as long as i imagined but i hope you liked it and it took me a while to come up with all this lol

Also i can't tag the person that requested it since i can find them i'm sorry. But anyway enjoyy

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Large round eyes, sparkling with admiration. They were locked onto ...., so captivating. She stumbled up, her little legs running at full speed. Where they they bring her ?

To the very beginning...

"rinn!" A loud high voice called out, the child turning his head at the call of his name, the ambitious child's eyes lit up, his eyes locking on his classmate. The six year old girl stopped right in front of him, for he, was quite confused about the situation. What were you doing here ? The child's elder brother, an eight year old, looked at the two, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his face. "Rin! Rin!" The girl was almost jumping out of excitement "can i play with you two ? Pretty please!" The young girl almost yelled, as for the green haired child, he looked up at his auburn haired brother. The older child sighted heavily at the pleading eyes of his younger brother. "Uh..okay." both younger child jumped at this.

The net of the goal stretched back, stopping the football's motion, a scream of joy couod be heard, along with an impressed "woaah!" Although the more experienced here, kept silent. "Y/n that was so amazing!" Rin said, impressed by the young girls goal. The girl pointed back at herself with her thumb, a proud look attached to her face. "I'm so amazing!" She did a little dance of victory, happy with herself. Rin kept fawning over the goal she just made, boosting her childish ego even more.

The sun was setting in the distance, the children stopping to look at it. Your mouth gaped like a fish's, the two boys were also quite captivated. The sun slowly but surely disappeared, the sky darkened, signaling it was time to go home. " This was so fun! I hope we can play again!" The little girl said, earning a barely noticeable nod from the auburn haired kid, while the younger brother replied with joy "me too!"

You started walking back home, waving back at them, you git big waves from rin and a small raise of the hand from sae. The fresh air of the evening made the intense feeling of adrenaline be subsided by a feeling of comfort and security.

The days, weeks even years passed by so fast, it felt like just a few months but guess what, it was six years that passed by. You and rin stood side by side, tears about to spill out like waterfalls, Sae stood there, a frown on his face. "I'm going to spain" he said, his tone cold, but that small hint of sadness in it aswell. Gosh, it hurt him so much too. He eyed your sad expression, he wiped a tear off of your face. "I'll be back before you know it" just like that, he left for his plane. You turned to rin, who was also crying, you pulled him into a hug, "it will be fine, i'm still with you" he nodded, hiding in your neck. You felt awful, although in the same grade, you were still older than him, he was twelve, you were thirteen. "I'll practice with you, you'll climb up the ranks as a striker, and i'll be your midfielder ?" He nodded, pulling away from the hug, wiping his tear " i promise to protect you, i'll become the best striker along with you and big brother" he said, still a little childish. You smiled at him "i'm sure you will, let's go get an ice cream and walk a bit, it will make you feel better"

The two walked side by side, heading to the ice cream truck nearby, you let rin choose what he wanted. Handing some money to the man in the truck who handed rin his ice cream. "Huh ? You're not taking anything?" Rin said, a questioning look on his face. You shook your head "i'm not hungry" you answered, he nodded, you ruffled his hair, a sad smile attached to your face. "Hey! Don't ruffle my hair!" You giggled "only when you'll be taller than me" he pouted a little, still eating his ice cream. You sighted "i'll walk you back home, mkay?" Rin nodded, walking alongside you, his eyes lingering on the ground. "When do you think nii-san will be back?" You lingered for a bit aswell " i don't know, but like he said, he'll be back before you know it" "i trust you"

You stopped walking in front of his home "see you " you said, waving at him. To which he waved back heading inside, you sighted, walking back home. You didn't live very far, actually, your houses were pretty close.

Countless goals have been scored between you and rin, the small fields that were once occupied by three childrens, were now occupied by a fifteen year old and sixteen. But this is the moment things between you broke off...

"rin, i want to tell you something" rin looked back, his hair that grew longer, piercing teal eyes. You stopped ruffling his hair, he grew taller than you, "i-" he waited patiently for whatever you wanted to say. "I'm sorry but...i don't feel the same joy playing football anymore" this hit rin like a car at full speed, what do you mean ? You ? Not want to become the best midfielder anymore. Before he could say anything "i'm not saying i won't play with you here anymore, but i've had another passion for a while now. I don't want to keep that from you" rin gritted his teeth, this made more sad than you thought, it was the last thing he expected, he dig his nails into his palm "what's that passion" "volleyball " you answered him, quickly at that, he nodded "volleyball..." He repeated, "if you're happy then good" it's not like he could stop you "i promise to come here once in a while to play with you, alright ?" He nodded, but walked away, while you picked up your bag, heading to your practice. You gulped, heading to where your practice was supposed to happen. It was hard admitting this to rin...

As promised, you came back once in a while, to think you didn't play football seriously, yet now, you were teaching him how to score from a corner. You pointed the part of the foot he needed to use, and explained the movement he needed to do. He was listening carefully, you demonstrated the curved shot, it entered the goal, you told him you had to go, he let you off and simply kept on practicing what you taught him.

SAE POV

Gosh, for him it was hell in spain, Real Madrid was awful, especially with Leonardo. It was hell after hell, not day after day. He despised him, so damn much. He even gave up on becoming a striker, he tightened his grip on his phone.

A ding! Caught his attention, his eyes widened for a second, surprised to see.

His hand trembled slightly, biting down on his lower lip, his thumbed ghosted over the follow back button. He took him a few seconds before he pressed it, feeling all the tension in his heart wash away. He wasn't going back to japan before another year, yet he wanted to book a flight right this instant and go back. He closed his phone, pushing himself off the wall, walking back to where he stayed.

Y/N POV

You walked out of practice, holding your phone to check any notifications, you most likely did have some, but one caught your eye.

You smiled slightly, walking back to your home with a happy smile, gosh, you missed him. Did he miss you, he did, just not the same way you did...

...

You stood next to rin on the field you used to play as children, he was drinking a bit of water. While you were in your volleyball attire, the sun shining down, you smiled at him. "Thanks for playing with me. Really brings back memories" he nodded, he went to grab his ball but got reminded of something. "Happy seventeen birthday y/n" you smiled at him "thank y-"

"yea, happy seventeen birthday" a monotone voice said, from beside you, well not entirely, more like a few feet away. That auburn hair...those teal eyes...that neutral expression, it felt like he hadn't changed a single bit. A single tear rolled down your cheek, your mouth opened bit nothing came out. The wind swayed between the both of you, aa for rin he clenched his jaw and walked away. "Sae..." You said, with a soft voice, you extended a hand towards him and engulfed the man in a hug. He didn't hug you back, he let you do as you please, not like he really cared anyway. He felt your arms tighten around him, your figure shaking a little. "Your back..." You pulled away, walking a few feet back "what took you so fucking long ?" He didn't answer, simply keeping quiet, he wasn't messing up here. "How have you been ?" You asked, still hesitant, it took him a while to answer you "fine" he simply answered, not that wasn't true, it hadn't been fine, but as if he was going to tell you that. He was hesitant but..." And you..?" A small smile tugged on your lips "i've been good..." You caught him eyeing your attire, chuckling a bit "i joined japan national volleyball team recently, i don't play football anymore" he had to be honest, he was caught off guard by that. "I see... congratulations..." He said, still with that monotone voice.

You took a deep breath, but went for it anyway "i know you just got back...but, i want to know if you're willing to try to build our friendship again..." It took a lot out of you to say that, but here you were, asking the one question that had been lingering in your mind, ever since you saw that notification. At first, you thought he was going to say no, that from how long he was taking to answer you. But at last....

"okay..."

You smiled at him "thank you..it means more than you think." He hummed in response, the sun was completely set, the stars were shining at their brightest, you bit down on your lip. "I'll walk you home" you agreed, grabbing the volleyball that was resting at your feet, you both started walking, he took the side closer to the road of the sidewalk. You noticed how he was similar but also how much he changed, he was around 5'11 ( 180cm), his jawline was sharper and his hair was longer. Now his bangs were pushed back, still with the long under lashes, he was more muscular, lot more attractive that he was before, more man like. He was still as quiet as before, he wasn't awkward, just quiet and only spoke when necessary. You reached your home in no time "thanks for walking me home sae...see you" he turned his gaze away "see you.." when he was sure you were safe inside, he started walking back to his home...

You slid down against your door, smiling to yourself, god, you were so happy. Letting out all your joy, you got up. Heading directly to bed, you had an important match tomorrow, you'd text sae tomorrow to ask him if he wanted to go see your match. You got in some more comfortable clothes, letting yourself fall on your bed.

Next morning

You smiled at your phone and out your plate in the sink, carefully washing it while humming to yourself. Gently tapping your foot, you were already in your volleyball jersey and a volleyball was resting close to your backdoor. Your parents were barely home these days, so you almost had to the house to yourself. As you kept washing your dishes, a knock at your front door was heard and you frowned. Who could it be this early ? You swiftly dried your hands and walked over to the door, when you opened, at your surprise, you found Sae, in some casual clothings. "Sae ? Come in, come in" you opened the door further you let him in and he walked in, staying on the entrance mat. "What are you doing here ?" You simply asked, a look of confusion clear on your face "your match.." he answered and you immediately understood. "Oooh. You didn't need to come join me but nevermind that, come take a seat, just remove your shoes please" yet he stayed there on the mat, hands in his pocket "you look ready" "yes, but my match is in an hour, the gym is nearby" sae kept his neutral expression "you should get there early" you stopped your walk back to the kitchen and sighed, snatching your volleyball and backpack, everything already in it. Well, that was except for your keys, so you snatched them from the countertop, opening the front door and sae got out behind you. You closed the door and locked it, putting away your keys and started walking to the location. Sae followed, taking the toad side, matching your pace, the walk was a comfortable silence. It didn't long, maybe fifteen minutes and you both had already arrived. You showed him the way to the audience and he nodded while you headed towards your coach that had also, recently arrived. You discussed with her for a bit before starting off with the stretches. Soon enough the other and your oen had arrived, as for Sae, he was sat in the audience, observing from time to time. You both had arrived early so it was expected to have some waiting. Half an hour after both teams had arrived, captains shook hands and your team started with the serve. Sae now observed carefully, his eyes set on you, as you stood a few steps behind the line, the ref signaled the start and you threw the ball, jumping for a decent jump float. The other team easily picked it up, sending to the setter and second tempo attack was performed from their wing spiker. An attack which was picked up by your team's libero, sent to your setter and it was a high set, to give you some time as you performed a back row attack. That was the first point of the game and the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor one after another was heard for at least the next two hours. It was a very tight score at the end but you had won 2-1, you celebrated a bit with your teams but you looked up at the audience, smiling at Sae, had you looked more carefully, you could have seen the hint of a smile on his face.

About thirty minutes later

You stretched your arms and smiled at Sae as you both walked back, you with a drink in hand. You had stopped by a cafe "gaah! I'm so glad of this match's outcome!" He glanced towards you whispering 'you did good' and you turned your head towards him "mhm? Did you say something?" "No" he answered dryly "dry much" you commented which earned you a slight eye roll. You chuckled and shook your head "i'm glad you came" you simply said, expressing your gratitude to him. Honestly, you didn't think things would go so well, he nodded and kept up his quiet persona. You let out a small sigh and looked up at the sky, it was around noon or so. "I hope we'll have a next outing soon! Feel free to invite me whenever!" You said excitedly to which he smiled internally, what ? Did you think the sae would physically smile at you for that? But, he gave you a nod nonetheless. As you both reached your home, he waved you goodbye as you headed back inside.

A month later

Ever since then, you and sae had talked through text sometimes but never went out, you wanted him to ask you out this time, which was very irrealistic of you but oh well. A girl could dream right?! But you occupied yourself with some romance book, comfortably layed on your couch and enjoying a drink. What else did you have to do ? Nothing, but romance books are life so it's fine. Suddenly a bing! Caught your attention, you picked your phone.

You squealed a little and hugged your phone tight, spinning in circles "it happened!!" You sprinted upstairs to get changed into some pale jeans shorts and warm red knitted sweater. No need for makeup this time, you still had about 2-3 hours to pass though, so you kept reading your book and the time passed like lighting. As the doorbell rang you swiftly got up to answer and there he was, standing in some casual sweater and black jeans. It wasn't overboard, just to be comfortable. You greeted him and smiled at him, which he didn't return at all, but worth the short. You walked out and Locked your door, starting to walk with him. Apart from the casual small talk like hello, how are you, there were not many words exchanged and maybe it was better that way. Sae was a man of very few words and you were quite comfortable observing the sakura trees in the park. So you both kept on walking until you reached the fountain in the middle of the park, there no people around...perfect. a surprisingly gentle touch reached out in your hair, only to pinch a small petal that had fallen in it, tossing it aside. You looked towards sae with curious eyes and a smile, his body was facing yours, there was no tension only untold feelings. The kind of feelings that went infinitely deep into both of your hearts. His hand hesitated to reach out towards yours, but he clenched his fist, contenting himself with being able to see the happiness in your eyes, the happiness he wish he could have. "Thanks" your voice snapped him out of his trance and nodded with a small hum, guiding you to start walking back to which you agreed, still walking alongside eachother silently, yet this time...it felt more..intimate ? It was a tough feeling to describe. You looked up at the sky, still that gentle smile gracing your lips and as the minutes passed, the exit to the park got closer and closer. The outing coming to an end, as you prepared to depart back home, a voice called out to you "y/n" you stopped and looked back towards Sae, specifically right in his eyes, you noticed the very subtle signs of nervousness coming from him. "I..." His voice came out a little stranded, he was hesitating. You fully faced him and he took a few steps towards you, his hand still hesitating to reach out for yours "i love you..." Your eyes widened and a slight blush crept on your cheeks, you looked right back at him, while to others he might have seemed unbothered and a tiny bit arrogant. In your eyes, he was genuine, nervous and especially, in love. "Sae....i-" you wuck in a sharp breath as you felt his hand on yours and the other on your cheek. He was close and he seemed impatient, waiting for an answer..."i love you too..." You felt the tension in his hold immediately released and it became more gentle than ever. He silently asked for you permission and as you slid your hands on his shoulder, he tilted his head a bit and leaned forward. It felt like an eternity before your lios connected in one gentle and light kiss. But it felt so passionate too, your hands soon enough found themselves on his nape and your lips separated. Both of your gaze locked in eachother, alone to the world but one last sentence left his lips

"how long has it been since i've wanted this..."

[ghostlynachopanda]

Study date

a/n: I failed tf out of all my exams this week. at least it's spring break though. I'm SUPER tired and didn't read this so tell me if it's good. Here's this one pals, enjoy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.9k

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Wednesday had offered to help you study for the upcoming exams. Knowing it would be better to study with someone who will hold you accountable, you easily agreed. Wednesday knew she would ace her exams, she also knew you would do just fine without her. Nonetheless, she wanted to be the reason you came up to her with a breathtaking smile while showing off the grade you got. There was just one problem, you were late.

Wednesday didn’t know if she should be annoyed or worried. You were never late, not when it came to Wednesday. Your punctuality never went unappreciated, though she never outright said anything. All Wednesday could do was count the minutes go by as she awaited your arrival.

10 minutes had passed and you still hadn't come knocking with an apology already spilling from your lips. 10 minutes of sitting in an empty dorm, the only sounds being her breathing and the shuffling of her clothes. Wednesday decided she would reprimand you for being late, for making her waste her time waiting. She sat at her desk, contemplating what exactly to say to you to get the point across in the most efficient way.

Another 10 passes and Wednesday’s anger fades into worry. She had no idea where you are or what you were doing. She cannot fathom what could be more important than getting here on time, studying for your exams, and spending time with her. Except, there’s a possibility you’re injured somewhere and unable to reach her. The thought alone sends an unknown feeling to her stomach, settling uncomfortably. She waits, ashamedly hopeful you'll show up and relieve her of this feeling.

5 minutes pass with the uncomfortable weight in her stomach. The feeling is starting to get too much, Wednesday decides enough is enough. She abruptly stands from her chair, knocking it back a few feet before walking to the door.

Wednesday yanks the door open to find you. You reel back in surprise and bring your hand back down to your side. You both stare at each other for a moment, both too shocked to say anything. You part your lips to say something, but before any words come out you are hauled into Wednesday's dorm by the collar of your shirt.

The silence that follows the door slam is eerie. Wednesday hasn't said anything to you, just taking time to examine you. The first thing she notices is the cut on your lip and the bruise on your jaw, both look fresh and not something someone could get from themself. Second is your clothes, covered in dirt and some holes that definitely weren't there before. The last thing is the apprehensive look in your eyes. As much as she savors that same look from everyone else, she doesn't like the way it looks on you. She takes a brief moment to calm herself, letting the feeling in her stomach fade away before speaking, "You're late."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," you replied softly, not wanting to make her angrier. Wednesday looks at you before saying, "Sit on the floor, I should have an ointment for your lip and jaw."

You do as your told, moving to sit on Wednesday's side of the room while she searches for her first aid kit. You are mesmerized by the way she moves graciously around the room, momentarily forgetting about the ache in your jaw and throbbing of your lip. She walks back over with a tube in her hand, kneels beside you, and tenderly grasps your chin. She angles your face to give her the best view of your jaw, seeing the already bruising skin.

"Who did this to you," she asks feeling her blood start to boil. Whoever did this will face appropriate punishment.

"No one important," you respond, appearing unaffected by the injuries and whatever events led to it. Wednesday sends you a pointed look, making you sheepishly avert your eyes. "It's really nothing important, Wednesday." you tried to explain, making her sigh.

Wednesday knows she won't get anything from you, not when you think it isn't worth talking about. She gently starts applying the ointment, careful not to press too hard on the bruise, not wanting to hurt you. She feels your eyes on her, she locks eye contact, wanting to see if she accidentally hurt you. All Wednesday can see is a fondness in your eyes, making her quickly avert her eyes and say, "You look good like this,"

"Like this?" you ask, confused about what she meant. But, she doesn’t answer, content with leaving you confused.

Once she finished applying ointment to your jaw she angled you to look directly at her. Once again, Wednesday is caught off guard by the look you're giving her. Still had the same look from moments prior, but still made that fluttering feeling appear in her stomach. She focuses in on your lips, and an urge to kiss them washes over her. Barely able to refrain from kissing you, she starts applying the ointment.

Wednesday forces herself to stand when she's done, putting ample space between you two before saying, "Grab your textbook, we'll be starting on chapter 5." making you groan.

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You two had gone over almost everything you needed to review for your exams. It alleviated some of the stress you were feeling, after a quick review of the notes you decided now would be a good time to leave.

Sitting up straight and relaxing the muscles in your neck and shoulders, causing you to release a sign of relief. Fatigue caught up with you faster than you thought, causing you to slump down to the floor. Wednesday looked at you, seeing goosebumps on your exposed skin and how tired you looked.

"You're going to get dirt on more than one part of my floor," Wednesday said, making you turn your head to look at her.

"Are my clothes really that dirty?" you asked

"That is the reason we are studying on the floor, yes."

You groan lightly, unhappy dirty clothes were the reason for sitting on the uncomfortable floor for the last couple of hours. Despite the fatigue you feel, you sit up and look at her before saying,

"I think now is a good stopping point. I'm going to head back to my room,"

"You’re leaving already?" she asked incredulously, though her voice was even. First, you had the nerve to show up late, injured, and refused to tell her anything about what happened, but now you're trying to leave?

"Yeah, I'm really tired and it’s almost curfew. Could we do this again another time?" you asked with hopefulness littering your voice. Wednesday always found it hard to say no to that tone.

"Will you be late?"

"I'll try my hardest not to be," you reply with a small smile. It makes Wednesday pause, she didn't want you to leave yet. She hadn’t spent enough time with you today, and not only that, you’re wounded. She just wanted to make sure you took care of your injuries.

"Stay there," Wednesday said, standing up and walking to her closet. Leaving you to sit and watch her, this time confused as to what she's doing. You peek at what she's doing and see her riffle through her vast choices of black clothing.

"Wednesday?" this situation confuses you. All you wanted to do was sleep in your warm bed. The holes in your shirt provide the cold air a chance to nip at the exposed skin. She doesn’t answer, instead silently walking in your direction with neatly folded clothes in her arms.

When she reaches you, she puts her arms out and looks at you expectantly. When she realizes you're unsure what to do, she says, "Change into these."

"Whatever you want, Wednesday" you respond, still confused about what's happening but too tired to even comprehend what she's implying. You grab the clothes and just look at them, where exactly does Wednesday want you to change? You look up at her and see her steadily looking back, she says again, "Change into those,"

"No, I know what you want me to do. But, uh," you trail off, looking away to hide your reddening cheeks. "where exactly do I change?" you ask, glancing at her.

Wednesday didn't think that part though, truthfully you could change anywhere you wish. Enid was not coming back tonight so anywhere was acceptable, but did Wednesday expect you to just take your clothes off right in front of her? The thought of seeing more of your skin, seeing what is hidden under your clothes makes her cheeks warm. She quickly turns away and says, "go change in my closet, but do not touch anything or get dirt on anything other than the floor."

You nod and quickly go to change, giving you both a chance to calm yourselves. When you start putting on Wednesday's clothes your fatigue is washed away. Realizing you will be wearing Wednesday's clothes makes you want to squeal, but you stop yourself. You take your time gathering your clothes and taking a deep breath before going back into the main room. Walking over to your bag to see all your stuff already neatly put away just the way you like. Gently placing your clothes on the floor next to it, you turn around.

Wednesday has been staring at you since you walked out of the closet. She never could have predicted how good you looked in black, how good you looked in her clothes. A wave of possessiveness overwhelms her. It’s unfair what you're unintentionally doing to her, what you’re making her feel. The work she put in to make her flushed cheeks go away was for nothing, the red coming back tenfold. Wednesday decides then she's fond of you wearing her clothes, just like she is to your kisses.

Wednesday can't stop herself from walking over to you, taking you in with every step she takes. You somehow look even better up close. She steps into your personal space, looking at every inch of you. "You look beautiful," she says breathlessly, not bothering to hide the endearment in her eyes or the red on her cheeks.

You look down at yourself, and eye the clothes before quietly asking, "you think so?"

"Undoubtedly" she replied sincerely.  

Your breath hitches, your brain becoming useless at her compliment. You want to return the compliment, want to say she looks gorgeous. But the way she's looking at you makes any coherent thought fly out the window. Your mouth opens slightly but closes shortly after, words are failing you miserably. Your lips tremble with unsaid words and Wednesday can't take it anymore.

Wednesday moves to smash her lips against yours, taking pride in the hum and exhales you let out. Both of you moving in sync, the feeling of your lips on hers is still as addictive as the first time. She moves her hands to clutch at the black shirt you wore, pulling you as close; not wanting any space between you two. You do the same by placing your hands on her jaw, not letting her pull away. You both hope what you're feeling is expressed.

Breaking the kiss only when air becomes a necessity, placing your forehead against hers. Slightly breathless from the intensity of the kiss. Wednesday watches your eyes travel across her face before settling on her lips again so she whispers, "Let's head to bed, my love"

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029

[beomgyucoded]

Brother's Best Friend!Beomgyu x Reader

Prompt: "Do you remember our first kiss?" "I'll never forget it" "Want to recreate it?"

Word Count: 3793

Part Three of The First Kiss Series

**Italic text means flashback

Sitting on the bed in your new apartment's bedroom, you take in the empty space and contemplate ways to make it feel more like home. You moved into this apartment for college, your older brother saying it would be much better than living in the dorms.

Your brother was only a year older than you, and he made sure you never forgot it. Though as you grew up, he naturally assumed the role of the protective older brother and you were grateful for his guidance and support. He never tried to control or exclude you from his life; instead, he always encouraged you to join him in school and other activities. You were each other's closest confidants and built-in best friends. 

But he did have another best friend, someone you also knew all too well. 

Choi Beomgyu. 

Your brother became friends with Beomgyu in fifth grade and only introduced you to him once he decided that Beomgyu was cool. They've been best friends since then. Beomgyu was always around, whether it was at school, hanging out at your house, or joining family outings. Over the years, you had grown somewhat close to him too. You also couldn't deny that Beomgyu was the most attractive boy you've ever known. 

As you grew into your teenage years, you found yourself eagerly anticipating whenever your brother told you that Beomgyu would be coming over. Your brother quickly picked up on this little crush of yours, and to your surprise, he encouraged it. He would also tease you about Beomgyu, poking fun at your reddening cheeks whenever he was mentioned. But deep down, you knew he had your best interests at heart. 

"I think you two would be good together," he said one evening, as you both sat in the living room, doing homework. You looked up from your textbook, surprised by his statement.

"What? Beomgyu and me? Are you serious?" you asked, your voice filled with disbelief. 

Your brother nodded, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, why not? You two get along so well, and I've seen how you look at him," he replied, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"He's a great guy, (Y/N). You can't argue with me there."

You shrugged, trying to play it off coolly even though your heart pounded in your chest at the mere thought of dating Beomgyu. 

"I mean, yeah, he's cool and all, but he's also your best friend. I don't want things to get weird between you guys if something were to happen between me and Beomgyu."

Your brother chuckled, shaking his head.

"Do you really think I'd let that come between us?" he said, his voice filled with genuine amusement. 

"Beomgyu and I are close, like brothers even, and he knows how important you are to me. I want both you and him to be happy. And if that means you two being together, then I'm all for it."

You still recall the words he said to you all those years ago. He had given you his full support and even urged you to take action, but you never did. Instead, you held onto the hope that your little crush on your brother's best friend would simply fade away. 

But time didn't diminish your feelings for Beomgyu. If anything, they grew stronger with each passing year. You thought about him a lot. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the sound of his deep voice that made your heart skip a beat, and the way he always seemed to be there for you, even when your brother wasn't. Like now, you and Beomgyu were attending the same college, your brother going to a different one about an hour away. Your brother made him promise to look out for you, despite your protest that you could take care of yourself just fine.

As you absentmindedly arrange a few picture frames on your bedside table, the sound of a knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. With a curious glance, you make your way towards the entrance, wondering who it might be at this hour. 

You swing open the door to find Beomgyu standing there, a warm smile spread across his face. His chin-length dark hair is slightly disheveled as if he had just run his hand through it, and he looks good. Your heartbeat quickens at the sight of him, and you struggle to find your voice.

"Beomgyu," you say, your voice coming out barely above a whisper. 

"What are you doing here?"

Beomgyu's smile widens as he looks at you, his eyes sparkling. 

"Hey, (Y/N)," he greets, his voice carrying hints of excitement. 

"I know it's late, but I wanted to see how you were settling in." His gaze flickers down to the picture frames in your hand, and curiosity piques in his eyes. 

"What are you up to?"

You can feel your cheeks flush as you shift the frames awkwardly. 

"Oh, um...just rearranging some things," you stutter, trying to regain your composure. 

"Just making my room feel a little more like home, you know?"

Beomgyu nods understandingly, taking a step closer to get a better look at the frames in your hands. His presence near you sends shivers down your spine, but you try to act casual.

"Can I take a look?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

You hesitate for a moment before handing him one of the frames. It contains a picture of you and your brother from a few years ago, both of you smiling widely. 

Beomgyu's eyes soften as he gazes at the photograph, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. Memories flood back, and you can almost hear the laughter that filled the air during that moment captured in time.

"This is a great picture," he remarks, his voice tinged with fondness. 

You find yourself lost in Beomgyu's words, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. With a soft smile, you reach for another frame, this one containing a candid shot of you and Beomgyu during a school festival. Your brother snuck that picture in, saying the two of you looked like a couple when he showed it to you.

As Beomgyu's eyes meet the photograph, a playful grin tugs at his lips. He seems to study it for a moment before turning his gaze back to you, his expression filled with both mischief and sincerity.

"You know," he begins, his voice low and teasing, "your brother always did have a knack for capturing moments that could fool anyone into thinking we were more than just friends."

You feel your cheeks flush even deeper as you try to laugh off his comment.

"Yeah, he has quite the imagination sometimes," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, betraying your true feelings.

Beomgyu's eyes lock onto yours, and his grin fades into a gentle smile. There's a flicker of something in his gaze, but he looks away before you can decipher it. 

"I should let you finish unpacking, I know how you are. You probably don't want these boxes cluttering the place for too long," he remarks with a hint of amusement. 

You nod, trying to conceal your slight disappointment.

"Yeah, I should probably get back to it," you reply, your voice barely audible.

Beomgyu takes a step back from the doorway, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer. 

"Alright then," he says softly. 

"But if you need any help, remember that I'm just a phone call away."

"Thanks, Beomgyu," you say sincerely. 

"I really appreciate that."

Beomgyu's smile returns, genuine and full of warmth. He takes a final lingering glance at you before turning to leave, his voice drifting back to you as he walks away.

"Anytime, (Y/N)," he calls over his shoulder.

As the door closes behind him, you find yourself standing there, heart pounding in your chest. You take a moment to collect yourself before returning to your task of unpacking. As you unpack, a wave of nostalgia washes over you. Trinkets from your childhood, mementos from past adventures, and photographs of cherished memories fill the room. Each item holds a story, most of them joyous. You can't help but reminisce as you carefully arrange each object in its rightful place. After a few hours, your room begins to feel cozier, homier. Settling on your bed once again, you pull out your phone and decide to give your brother a call.

"Hey, sis!" your brother's voice rings out from the other end of the line, his tone filled with excitement despite it being almost 1 am. 

"How's the new place?"

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you settle deeper into your pillows, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you.

"It's coming along," you reply warmly. 

"I've been unpacking all day and it's starting to feel like home."

Your brother chuckles softly, his voice filled with affection.

"I'm glad to hear that," he says.

"I'm sure you'll make it your own in no time."

You let out a content sigh, grateful to hear your brother's voice.

"Yeah, I think so too," you reply. 

"Actually, I found some old photographs while unpacking earlier. It's been quite a trip down memory lane."

In the silence that follows, you can almost picture your brother wearing a mischievous grin.

"Oh really? Did you find the one from that school festival?" he asks, unable to hide his excitement.

You can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, glad to have him as your confidant in this moment.

"Yes, I did," you reply, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"And guess who else found it amusing?"

There's a pause on the other end of the line before your brother bursts into laughter.

"Ah, Beomgyu," he says between chuckles.

"He came to visit you already?"

"Yeah," you reply, a smile evident in your voice.

"He stopped by earlier, to see how I was settling in."

Your brother's laughter subsides, replaced by a more serious tone.

"That's good," he says, his voice filled with a hint of knowing.

"Yeah, it is," you respond, curiosity piqued by the undertone in your brother's voice.

"What is it that you aren't saying?" you ask, unable to resist prying for more information.

"I just can't believe you haven't told him how you felt," your brother says, his voice gentle.

"You know... I know you two kissed before," he pauses, choosing his words carefully.

"But I don't want to push you or anything," he adds quickly. 

"I just think it's worth exploring, you know? I really do think you're good for each other."

You take a deep breath, contemplating your brother's words. He's always been perceptive, and you know he has your best interests at heart. 

"I'm just his best friend's little sister, remember?" you reply, echoing the words you heard Beomgyu say in high school.

"You've never been just that, and you know it," your brother retorts, his voice carrying a sense of conviction.

"I'll think about it, okay?" you say, knowing that you'll most likely not be saying a thing.

"That's what you say every time," your brother points out teasingly.

You smiled, glad that the conversation had returned to lighthearted. 

"It's late, you should get some rest. Classes don't start until next week for you, right?"

"Yeah, I still have a few days before the semester begins," you confirm, yawning softly.

"Alright then," your brother says, his voice full of affection.

"Take care, sis. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will," you promise, feeling a sense of gratitude for having such a caring sibling.

After bidding your brother farewell, you set your phone aside and pull the covers up to your chin. The exhaustion from the day's activities weighs heavily on your eyelids, coaxing you into the arms of sleep. As you drift off into a peaceful slumber, thoughts of Beomgyu and your brother's words swirl in your mind. Then it hit you that your brother knows that you and Beomgyu had kissed before. How did he know? Did Beomgyu tell him? Did he see when it happened? Suddenly you couldn't sleep, and instead you recalled that night. 

It was a warm summer evening, the air thick with anticipation. You were fifteen and your brother and Beomgyu sixteen. The school festival had just come to an end, and you found yourself lingering in the courtyard, basking in the afterglow of the festivities. Beomgyu stood beside you, his hand brushing against yours by accident. 

As the sky darkened and the stars began to emerge, Beomgyu turned to you, a shy smile playing on his lips. 

"I had a great time tonight," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You glanced up at him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. 

"Me too," you replied, your voice barely audible.

Beomgyu asked you if you wanted to check out the rest of the festival with him, and your group of friends excitedly pushed you towards the older boy. They talked about how cute he and your older brother were often, even saying that you and Beomgyu would look good together. That's how you found yourself here now. 

"There's something I want to show you," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

With a flutter of anticipation in your stomach, you followed him through the deserted courtyard and up the stairs to the school roof. The city lights twinkled in the distance, and the night air was cool and invigorating.

"I've always wanted to come up here, especially on a night like this," Beomgyu explained, his voice low and dreamy.

He led you to the edge of the rooftop, where you could see the city sprawled out below.

As you stood there, taking in the breathtaking view, a comfortable silence settled between you and Beomgyu. The warmth of his presence beside you felt comforting, yet electrifying at the same time. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, noticing the way his eyes sparkled under the moonlight. Shivering slightly, you took a small step closer to him. He turned to look at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Are you cold?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. 

"A little, but I'll be fine," you murmured, your gaze locked with his.

Without another word, Beomgyu slipped off his school blazer and draped it around your shoulders, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through your body. Grateful for his gesture, you huddled closer to him, feeling the heat of his body radiating against your side. 

"You know," Beomgyu began, his voice breaking the silence, "I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone up here."

"Your brother always talks about how he kissed that one girl up here and it felt like magic."

"Magic, huh?" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Pretty," he whispered so softly you almost didn't hear him.

The soft breeze tousled your hair as Beomgyu gently cupped your face with his hand. His touch was tender and electrifying, causing you to shiver ever so slightly. With a hint of hesitation, he leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing against yours.

But just as quickly as the memory resurfaced, reality snapped you back to the present. You sat up in bed, your heart racing. You had never mentioned it to anyone, not even your closest friends, only because you thought he was caught up in the moment. You don't blame him, it was beautiful that night and you two had spent the majority of the evening together. Beomgyu never mentioned it again either, and that convinced you even further that it was just a fleeting moment in time. Forgotten just as quickly as it happened.

You checked the clock on your bedside table and saw that it was 3 am. Unable to shake off the thoughts, you decided to get out of bed and take a walk. The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stepped outside, the moon casting a soft glow on the deserted streets. The silence enveloped you, allowing your mind to wander freely. Your brother and Beomgyu took you on a campus visit when you got into this college, so you knew the area well. You found yourself at a park not too far away from campus. The swings on the playground swayed gently in the breeze, beckoning you to sit. Giving in to the allure of nostalgia, you approached the swings and sat down on one, pushing yourself back and forth with a gentle rhythm.

"Mind if I join you?"

You looked up, startled by the sound of a familiar voice. Standing before you was Beomgyu, wearing a casual hoodie and a faint smile.

"Sure, I don’t mind," you replied, your voice slightly shaky. 

Beomgyu took a seat on the swing beside you, the metal chains creaking softly under his weight. The two of you began to sway back and forth in unison. The rhythmic creaking of the chains filled the air, mingling with the hushed whispers of the night.

"Your brother called me," Beomgyu started, his voice soft.

"He told me you called him and probably wouldn't be able to sleep, so he asked if I could keep you company."

You sighed, grateful for your brother's concern. 

"That's really sweet of him," you said, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and understanding. He stopped the swing and got up, holding a hand out for you.

"Can I show you something?"

Curiosity piqued, you took his hand and let him lead you away from the swings. The two of you walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. He led you back to campus, to one of the buildings in the art department. 

As you entered the building, Beomgyu guided you through dimly lit hallways until you reached a door with a sign that read "Roof Access." The door creaked open, revealing a staircase that led to the rooftop. You followed Beomgyu up the steps, anticipation building within you. 

Once you stepped onto the rooftop, you were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The night sky stretched out above you, adorned with countless stars that shimmered like tiny diamonds. The city skyline twinkled in the distance, a beautiful tapestry of lights against the black canvas of night.

Beomgyu turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of wonder and affection. 

"I come up here whenever I need some peace and quiet," he said softly. 

"It's my little sanctuary, now it can be ours."

"It also brings this magical sense of nostalgia," he said, his tone trying to hint at something. 

You knew exactly what he was hinting at.

The memory of that night, the stolen kiss on the rooftop, flooded back to you with a newfound intensity. Was Beomgyu hinting that he remembered too? Or was it just wishful thinking? You remained silent, unsure of how to respond, afraid that you might ruin this delicate moment between the two of you.

Beomgyu must have sensed your hesitation, for he reached out and gently took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

"Do you remember our first kiss?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face, illuminating his features and the warmth in his eyes.

"I'll never forget it," you whispered back, a small smile playing on your lips.

Beomgyu's eyes softened as he looked at you, and he leaned in closer. 

"Want to recreate it?"

This time, there was no mistaking his intentions. You nodded, your heart pounding loudly in your eardrums. He gently cupped your face in his hand and his lips met yours in a soft, slow kiss. As your lips met his, a familiar warmth spread through your body. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the moment. You kissed him gently, exploring his lips with your own. His hand gently cradled the back of your head, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. Your arms found their way looped around his neck, your hands immediately tangling in his hair.

Beomgyu broke the kiss, his eyes filled with warmth and longing. 

"Did you ever realize just how much I like you?" he whispered, his breath warm against your lips.

"I thought I was just your best friend's little sister," you replied, the words catching in your throat. 

"You were never just that," he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. 

"You've always been so much more to me."

His lips found yours once more, this time with a fierceness that sent shockwaves through your entire body. You kissed him back with a newfound urgency, the taste of him filling your senses. Your hands gripped his hoodie, pulling him closer. After what felt like an eternity, you pulled away from him gently. 

"I like you too, Beomgyu," you whispered, wanting him to hear you say it clearly. 

"I'm glad you feel the same way," he breathed, his voice still soft and breathy.

"You know, your brother saw us that night, he told me he did. He was bringing someone up there too," he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You couldn't help but laugh. 

"And what did he say?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

"He just smiled and said, 'It's about time.'" Beomgyu replied, his cheeks tinging a faint shade of pink. 

"At least you don't have to worry about getting his approval," you said, still laughing.

Beomgyu chuckled too and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"I'm glad he's on our side," Beomgyu whispered, a small smile gracing his face.

"I think he's been on our side even before we liked each other," you added, nestling your head against his shoulder.

Beomgyu's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, and you could feel his heart beating rapidly. 

The night air was crisp, and the city lights twinkled with a newfound beauty, like the stars were celebrating with you. You looked up at the sky and felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. You felt a hand brush against your hair, drawing your attention back to Beomgyu. He let go of the hold on your waist, instead taking both of your hands into his. 

"Will you let me have the honor of being your boyfriend?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and anticipation.

You looked into his eyes, seeing the love and vulnerability reflected there. 

Without hesitation, you replied, "I'd love nothing more than to be able to call you my boyfriend."

a/n: I adore beomgyu so much (I think we can tell that from my masterlist 🫠) Also, I changed the prompt a little! From childhood best friend to brother's best friend

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[hisui-dreamer]

Congrats on 1K, Rinna! It's such a big number :O

Actually is it okay if I request an AU of my own?! It's called PHD AU (I'm so smart 😔) bc @/rakiah put the idea of Ancient Magic PHD student Leona, and since I'm planning on pursuing a PHD myself it'd be pretty interesting bc I'm planning to pursuing archeology so like- similar fields but also not so rivals-to-lovers speedrun during a research project idk 😳 anything short works! I just needed someone to scream about this too 💀💀

pull your weight

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

Synopsis: he was the one person you never wanted to work with, but life never goes the way you plan

Tags: banter, forced collaboration, academic rivalry, teasing, slowish burn(?)

Word count: 1k+

Notes: im like 2 months late wth sorry soru (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠), i hope you'll enjoy this haha

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He was the last person you wanted to work with.

All you needed was a solid grade on your final project for you to finally say goodbye to all your years of studying. But fate seemed to have a cruel sense of humour, for your academic fate was intertwined with his in a dreaded group assignment.

The universe revelled in its own sadistic humour as it matched you with none other than the very figure you had observed, with a mix of bemusement and irritation, in the library on countless occasions. A man seemingly fused with the furniture itself, always deep in sleep even as you worked tirelessly away.

You drew in a deep breath, readying for the challenge of a less-than-motivated teammate as you approached his seat with determined steps.

In truth, he was a striking man, or beastman, more accurately. His untamed, lengthy brown mane matches the intensity of his emerald gaze, creating an impression akin to a masterpiece fashioned by Pygmalion himself. But aesthetics aside, you couldn't just stare at him; you had an actual task to complete together.

"Kingscholar, right?" you asked, reaching out your hand as a gesture of goodwill.

His gaze shifted from a distant point to meet your outstretched hand. A brief pause hung in the air, during which you're uncertain if he would even acknowledge your gesture. Then, almost begrudgingly, he raised his hand and shook yours with a firm grip.

"Yeah, that's me," he responded, his tone carrying a touch of irritation. "Whadaya want?"

You felt your eye twitch in annoyance, yet you maintained your smile. "I'm your assigned partner for the research project."

"Tch... what a pain," you overheard him grumbling, his hand absentmindedly brushing back his unruly hair. "Fine, but you better pull your own weight, herbivore." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Of course," you replied with an unaffected tone, though any warmth in your voice had long dissipated. "I assure you, I'm here to contribute. And I expect you to do the same."

A charged tension lingered in the air, a blend of rivalry and cooperation intertwining like threads in a complex tapestry.

With an abrupt turn, he shifted his gaze away from you. "Let's just get this over with. Meet at the library Thursday at 3 o'clock," he grumbled impatiently. "And stop calling me Kingscholar," he added as he began to stride away.

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden shift in demeanour. "Okay," you murmured, your voice softening, "... Leona," you hesitantly pronounced his name, testing it on your lips. But by then, he had already disappeared into the distance.

"Leona..." you groaned, the tip of your pen repeatedly poking his arm "Wake up..." though it seemed none of your efforts could stir this man from the land of dreams.

Hours had passed in focused collaboration. Each of you brought your strengths to the table, your efforts converging into a symphony of intellect and expertise. Leona, though rude and demanding, was surprisingly knowledgeable, and hidden behind his sharp words laid great advice and ideas for the project. Despite the initial friction, a sort of rhythm began to form, a silent understanding of when to speak and when to listen.

You heaved out a sigh, fatigue settling in after an afternoon of relentless work, not to mention the late-night study session you had to 'pull your weight' as he demanded. You had continued working for quite a bit even after he fell asleep, the passage of time fading as the sun sank below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room where your joint project lay spread out before you.

'Alright,' you conceded to yourself. 'A short break won't hurt.'

Your gaze rested on his peaceful slumber, his lengthy eyelashes casting ethereal, feather-light shadows upon his features. In response, a subtle smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"You really are just a big, grumpy cat, huh?" you murmured to yourself.

As the sun's last rays painted the room in hues of warmth, fatigue finally caught up with you. The chair beneath you seemed to cradle your weariness, its embrace inviting and soothing. Your eyelids grew heavy, and despite your intention to take a short break, the weight of the day pulled you under.

"Hey," a gentle voice penetrates your drowsy state. "Wake up."

You groggily pry your eyes open, squinting against the ambient light of the library. The world swims into focus, shades of muted gold and soft shadows dancing before you.

"Leona…?" you mumble. "What time is it?"

"Half past ten. The library is closin' soon."

Your groggy mind stirs to life, realization piercing through the haze like a ray of sunlight breaking through morning mist. "Half past… ten?! Oh no, the project!"

With a hushed urgency, he places his palm over your mouth, muffling your alarm. His face looms close, his breath brushing against your skin in gentle wisps. "Shhh, you're still in a library, herbivore," he cautions, his words painted with a touch of amusement. "The project is halfway done."

A moment of bewildered disbelief freezes your thoughts in mid-air. "Wait… Huh? Did you—"

"I said hush," his voice is a silken thread of command, pausing your entire line of questioning. A playful glint dances in his eyes. "If I were you, I'd be more worried about the drool on your face."

Your hand shoots up to your face like a reflex, your fingers searching for the phantom traces of embarrassment, only to find nothing but your own flushed cheeks.

"Hahaha, that woke ya up, didn't it?" he chuckles.

You're left momentarily bewildered, a mix of relief and embarrassment coursing through you. As your senses fully awaken, you sit up, your grogginess slowly dissipating as you reclaim your wits.

"You know," he begins, his voice still hushed, "you're not entirely useless," he conceded, his tone a mixture of grudging approval and a touch of surprise.

You blink at his words, processing for a few seconds before realising he was referring to your work on the project. Your initial embarrassment gives way to a rekindling of your competitive spirit, and you respond with a half-smile that mirrors his own. "Likewise, I suppose. Turns out, this 'herbivore' can hold their own."

The smirk that plays at the corner of his lips was no longer purely condescending. "Don't get too comfortable. This doesn't mean I'm going easy on you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Leona" you shot back.

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[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter Summary: After auditioning successfully for SOPA, Jennie attends school for the first time in South Korea as she goes with Jungkook to the opening ceremony

Words: 2,000+

Genre: JenKook fluff! I dare say this is the start of him growing feelings :)

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Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Jennie took a deep breath and smoothed down her school uniform. Today was the day. She was going to High School in South Korea with Jungkook. She enjoyed going to school. She missed going to school when she was back in America, performing with her old group.

She was nervous, yet excited for the day.

How different was the school system here?

The audition back in February she had was even more intimidating than her Big Hit audition and she was grateful she was able to pass with her vocals.

Now the day was here for the entrance day.

Hearing her phone ring, she answered it to reveal her two older sisters, Alani and Vienna in a Facetime call. They looked like they were back in their dorm at college.

"AW~" They coo.

"Look at her~" Alani squealed.

"So adorable." Vienna smiled.

"Oh shut up..." Jennie grumbled, rolling her eyes at their banter.

"Nice school uniform~" Vienna teased.

"We're in college while you're starting high school in South Korea. This is too cute. Don't focus on any boys! That's my only rule. I mean it, JW." Alani said in a serious tone, narrowing her eyes.

Shoving her sister away, Vienna took the phone. "Don't listen to her. DO focus on boys."

"Whatever you do, don't be like Vienna. We came from a party and she was grinding up on this one guy. I'm the better role model."

"It's not like I slept with him, I was just dancing! Grinding is dancing!" Vienna disagreed. Jennie agreed with her statement.

"Yeah, you're overreacting with that Alani," Jen replied

"See! Best older sister is me," Vienna cheered

"Oh, be quiet!" Alani started bickering with her.

"Would you two quit it!" Jennie lets out a short laugh.

"Girl, you're 16. Tell me all the details when you start finding some cute guys." Vienna requested.

"Ah, I bet they'll start coming after her. Have you seen her butt? It's getting bigger." Alani added with a laugh.

"Stop~" Jen groans. "It's not big..."

"Sure it's not Serena Williams big but you have something back there." Vienna declared

Jen shrugged. "I don't think I would be anyone's ideal type around here, though. I don't fit their beauty standards here. At least I don't think so. But it's all good. If I catch someone's eye, cool. If not it's fine,"

"I hope you know that you are beautiful."

"I do, I do. Even the guys always tell me."

"Well, they're not lying." 

"We just wanted to call you because we hope you have a great day! Our baby JW is growing up so fast. Some advice for the first day, remember that communication is key. Do icebreakers. Approach people and introduce yourself. The rest should go well after that." Alani advised. "Even with the K-Pop idols. They're normal people, just like us but they're just really well known for what they do. Should be no problem to say hi as you grow in the industry,"

Jennie nodded at her advice. "I'll keep that in mind. There are a lot of idols I want to meet. I'll see what I can do. So how's college for you?"

"Acting is fun. Been preparing for the spring play. It's going to be lit! I'll send pictures. And guess who's the lead?" Vienna beamed.

"You?" Jennie replied like it was an obvious answer but out of nowhere Vienna started sniffing and faked a sob.

"NO. But I will try harder next play."

"I know you can do it."

"My communications class is going great. I have to prepare to make a persuasive speech. I should get a good grade on it." Alani informed with a bright smile.

Vienna shook her head. "I still don't know how she convinced mom to get her belly pierced when she was just 16."

Smirking, Alani cleared her throat and flipped her hair. "I got skills."

"Yooo my English professor is a bitch, though!" Vienna started getting riled up, clapping her hands.

"I swear, I was about to lash out at her for yellin' at me. I really hate when people yell at me, like get out face!"

"She also almost got into a fight at the party. THANKFULLY I dragged her away."

"Because some bitch was trying to say that her hair was better but she didn't even have any edges. So obviously, I had to set her straight. She was so close to catching these hands...the Lord was testing me!"

"You can always ignore the person?" Jen slowly said, trying to calm her down.

"NO! You got me fucked up! I'm not going to just let someone just say that to me! And you bet not let anyone walk over you either, JW!"

Alani sighed. "As you can see, Jennie, you are the most civilized sister, here."

"For now. Once she ever gets mad, she'll understand. But she has dad's cool, calm, collected genes while we got mom's anger genes." Vienna pointed out.

"So why did your English professor yell at you, Vienna?" Jen asked

"I was Facetiming." She answered like it was nothing wrong.

Jennie deadpanned. "Well obviously! And that's so rude! Dude!"

"What?" She laughed.

"Jennie~ are you almost done? Breakfast is ready!" Jin called out from her door.

Looking up at her door, she replied in Korean, "Coming!" and turned back to her phone.

"I still can't get over how quickly you can shift from Korean to English. I'm really happy things worked out for you in K-Pop. Keep making us proud. You're going to do big things with BTS. We love you." Alani smiled.

Jennie blew them a kiss, replying in English, "I love you, guys, too!"

"Remember! BOYS~!" Vienna started laughing when Alani shoved her to the side.

"Vienna shut the hell up! Don't listen to this bitch. Focus on school!" Alani encouraged.

"Who are you callin' a bitch?"

Laughing, Jen said her goodbyes and hung up. Grabbing her packed school bag with her books and pencils, she walked out of her room and headed to the dining room.

Hobi was the first to see her and gasped. "AHH! My Munchkin~" He squealed and rushed up to her. "You look so adorable!"

Looking up from eating, Jungkook glanced over at Hobi. He spotted Jennie smiling nervously at Hobi's excitement as a smile crept up on his face. "Morning, Jennie!"

Turning her head, she grinned at him and sat next to him. "Morning, buddy. I guess today is the day. School...SOPA...all righty..." She started eating fast.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle. "You sound and look nervous."

"Nervous? Who's nervous? I'm not nervous at all!"

"Slow down. It won't be that bad. Don't worry."

After eating, they start filming for a Bangtan Bomb. "Hello, it's the day I get to wear my uniform. Jennie and I, are going to school for our entrance ceremony! My mom and dad will be coming, too." Jungkook smiled at the camera.

"My mom and dad are in America right now but they sent in all the papers that we needed. They told me they were with me in spirit." She chuckled. "I Skyped them yesterday. They told me to take lots of videos and pictures." She sighed. "This is normal."

"Jennie is so nervous." Jungkook teased her.

"Quiet! It's a new experience, I just hope things go well."

"Come on guys, hurry up! I want to go there soon!"

"He's so eager."

After they were dropped off at the school, Jennie put on her bookbag and made her way to the building. 

"Oh dear...oh dear..." She murmured.

"For crying out loud. Jennie if you don't relax." Yoongi patted her shoulder.

As they tried to find where the entrance ceremony was, Jin commented about how it had been so long since he'd been to school.

'Hyungs who are even more excited from being in a school after a long time'

"I think I'm in a school again after three years?" Hobi said as they made their way upstairs.

When she met with her form teacher, she was grateful for how patient and calm she was with her. Her schedule consisted of having Algebra first, then Biology, Korean class, history, lunch, and English. She just had to pick two more classes.

"Music seems to be your best choice." The form teacher advised with a sweet smile.

"I'll take a singing class." She watched as the form teacher wrote it down. "Um, do you happen to have a guitar class?"

"Yes, we do."

Her eyes lit up and she sighed out of relief. "Awesome! I would love to take that as well!"

After both Jen and Jungkook were done speaking with their form teachers, they headed to the assembly hall. From the top, Jin pointed out where they were standing.

"It's really cute seeing them standing there." Namjoon grinned

"Jungkookie and our Jennie~" Hobi cooed.

"I want to attend school," Yoongi spoke up.

"Me too! All of a sudden." Hobi reminisced

Looking up, Jennie saw Namjoon and the guys waving at her, so she nudged Jungkook and pointed them out.

"I don't know why but it's really fascinating." Jin grinned

"Jungkook is so handsome...seriously. And our beautiful Jennie...she's so precious." Hobi grinned

"For real!" Namjoon agreed. "I'm proud of them."

While Yoongi took pictures, Jennie decided to use her sister's advice and do some icebreakers to make a friend or two. Looking around, she managed to find a girl standing nearby and made her way to her.

The girl had long straight black hair and looked timid as she was looking down.

"Hi!" She greeted kindly.

Looking up, the girl was startled that she was talking to her. "H-hello."

"My name is Jennifer. What's yours?"

"H-Hayoon."

"Hayoon." She said her name the right way. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. Are you nervous to be here?"

"Yes, I really am."

"Same. It's my first time going to school in South Korea. What classes do you have? Maybe we have some together." She compared classes with her.

"Jennie is making friends while Kookie is just standing there. He's just standing there, not speaking a word!" Jimin laughed with the rest of the hyungs.

"Go talk to others!" Namjoon said when Jungkook looked up at them.

"Go talk to your friends!" Tae laughed. 

Back to Jennie, she found a few classes that she shared with Hayoon. "Oh cool! Looks like we Biology, lunch and singing!" Jennie beamed.

"R-really? That's great!"

"Are you a trainee?"

"Yes, I'm a trainee for Source Music."

"Wow, that's amazing. I'm from Big Hit Entertainment. Let's exchange numbers!"

After they finish, they head out to eat as Jungkook and Jennie agree to split the bill to pay for the whole meal.

'Stress relieved since its all over and they're going to eat'

"We're here to eat Jja-jang noodles. Jennie and I are going to treat everyone." Jungkook said.

"Yep! It's the least we can do." she smiled.

"Ahhh I'm so proud of you, Munchkin~" Hobi hugged her tightly

"I can't breathe~" She groaned before he started giving her big kisses on the cheek. "Cut it out, jeesh!" She laughed

Once inside, seated, and orders taken, they take a group photo. Jen sat next to Jungkook, while they all threw up peace signs.

"Food~" She happily dug in.

"So what do you think of the school so far Jennie?" Namjoon asked.

"Um...I just hope I don't get lost." She laughed nervously over the guys' laughter from her statement.

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The next day was the first day of school as both Jungkook and Jennie were dropped off and walking together with the manager. Already were the paparazzi taking photos of all the upcoming idols walking to attend the school. Smiling, she waved at the cameras. 

"I'll walk you to your first class." Jungkook volunteered as they walked through the crowd. 

Jen grabbed onto his arm to not get lost. "You don't mind walking me? Thanks, I appreciate it."

Once they went inside, she widened her eyes. "Is it even bigger than yesterday? How am I going to survive this?"

Jungkook let out a laugh and grabbed her hand. "You'll get the hang of it. Come on." He guided her and walked to her first class. As soon as they arrived, she thanked him. "I'll wait for you outside when school is over."

"All right, I'll text you. I hope this goes smooth sailing. Good luck in your classes." She was about to leave but he continued to hold her hand, stopping her from going to class.

Turning back to face him, she watched as he looked down shyly. "You really don't want me to leave, huh?" She let out a small chuckle. "You're still shy? Jungkook, you're so nice and polite. Anyone would love to be your friend. My mom and sisters always told me to do icebreakers. Maybe if you feel comfortable and ready, you can do the same here at school,"

"You're so outgoing, though." He murmured.

"Ha! That's a lie. I'm very nervous but I'm trying to keep it in. My stomach is in knots. I'm not used to this school system like everyone else is. So, I'm gonna have a harder time. I'm not happy about that." She frowned.

Looking up at her frowning, he let go of her hand and pinched her cheeks. 

"Hey!" She laughed and pushed his hands away.

"There it is. Keep that smile. Good luck with everything. I'm sure you'll be fine. I know I will too." He grinned.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." She headed on to class.

Her classes went smooth sailing. An introduction to the classes. When it was time for her Korean class, she walked in to see Jungkook sitting at a desk and stiffed a laugh. Sitting next to him, she cleared her throat.

Looking up, Jungkook cocked his head to the side and widened his eyes. 

"J-Jennie! What are you doing, here?!"

"What are YOU doing here?" She teased.

"Ha! We have class together?"

"Looks that way! I guess we forgot to compare schedules yesterday."

Korean class may be the most distracting, she could tell she may be goofing off with Jungkook in the class. But she also knew he would be able to help her out with her Korean and she could help him with his English work.

While the class was in session, they paid attention to the teacher going over what they were going to do in the class.

Watching her pencil roll to the edge of the desk, Jen went to stop it from falling but ended up touching Jungkook's hand, having the same intention. When their hands touched, he felt something cold on her finger and grabbed her hand to look at it.

"You..." He examined her hand to spot the black ring, he had given her, on her right index finger. "You're...you're wearing it." He whispered happily to himself.

"Huh?" Looking at what he was staring at, the realization hit her. "Oh, the ring! Yeah, of course. I wear it every day, actually...ever since you told me you cherished me and our friendship, it got me thinking. I couldn't help but wear it every day. I guess...it's because I'm truly lucky to have a friend like you in my life." She blurted out. Widening her eyes, she covered her mouth.

Her words warmed his heart as he slowly revealed his bunny smile. She didn't know how moved he was just from her saying that to him.

"Sorry, sorry, too much? I can take it off if you want." She took her hand back and was about to take it off but his warm hands stopped her.

"No. Don't." He said softly, pushing the ring back on her finger. "It-it makes me...very happy to see you wearing it. I wear my ring every day, too. Let's continue wearing our rings every day." He showed her his ring on his right index finger.

Smiling, she turned her attention back to the teacher. Meanwhile, Jungkook couldn't help but continue smiling. Little did she know, wearing that ring made his day much better.

[madlad-sadgal]

Goldenheart AU Pt. 5

I'm back, now with Meredith Blitzmeyer's backstory! Also:

@echoing-locations had this genius idea so I'll be incorporating this into my own stuff. Highly suggest checking out parts 1-4 if you haven't. [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Also feel free to put your own ideas in the replies/tags/whatever, I love seeing other people's additions!

Quick question too, I was thinking about maybe making Nimona a shapeshifter in this AU too? I'd have to change some stuff and they wouldn't be born as a shapeshifter and we'd have some panicking Ballister because what the fuck is going on, his sibling is a wolf now. What y'all think?

Also, final quick note, I'm starting the draft for the first chapter (because yes this is ultimately a fanfic now), so it should be up in the next two weeks or so if anyone's interested.

Anyways, I'll get into it now.

Meredith Blitzmeyer

Meredith had always been a curious, but smart girl

She dedicated most of her time to her studies, trying to get the best grades possible, because she wanted to be a scientist in the future

Well, more so her father wanted her to be one.

Her father was the owner of a pretty successful robotic company that specialized in prosthetics that were always sold at a lower price for people who couldn't afford high priced ones

And they were always excellent quality and could be sold at higher prices, but her father always insisted that he preferred to help the people in need than get rich, and she had always admired him for it

And her father always went around friends and family exclaiming how smart she was for her age and that she was most definitely going to be a scientist or some sort of advanced mechanic in the future

Meredith had always believed that's what she wanted to be, because don't get her wrong, she loves science, but things changed when she turned 12 and was invited to a concert by one of her few friends

She had snuck out to go see it, because as open minded as her father was, there were still things he didn't approve of one bit, and concerts were one of them. Still, she went against his word and joined her friend there

She had loved all of it, but had preferred the guitarist over all

She had spent the whole show watching in wonder at how free all the people on stage looked, how controlled the chaos seemed to be, and from then on, she knew she wanted to be in a band

The only problem is that her father would never approve of this, and would most likely push her even more towards science in hopes she would forget about all of this if she ever approached him with the idea

Still, she watching some videos online at home and managed to not get too enraptured in it until she noted that classes for guitar/electric guitar were given at her school and before she knew it she was sitting in a room with a guitar in her hands and was learning how to play it

After almost three years, she was getting good and was highly considering getting her own guitar to practice at home too instead of just the hour and a half ever Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays

But there was no way her 15 year old self would manage to sneak a whole guitar past her father

So when her science teacher gave them the task of making/building their own whatever they wanted, she knew she had to jump on the opportunity and combined two things she loved: mechanics/science and music

She got it past her dad by stating that she was assigned this specific thing and didn't have a choice but to make it unless she wanted to fail, and he didn't look into it more

For the next months, she was spending most of her time in her study making plans, building the guitar, checking the strings, until she had the final result of a beautiful dark blue guitar that sounded wonderful

Even after she got full marks on that project, she kept the guitar and practiced at home in secret, getting even better as the years passed, and when she finally turned 21, she moved cities and got a small apartment

She didn't have too much troubles with the neighbors, though getting some complaints about explosions (which stopped once she actually got a lab, an empty tower in the woods which were around half an hour away in a car), but no one minded her music and she'd gotten compliments from quite a few people

Around three years later, when she was 24. a family moved in the apartment right in front of hers, parents with two children, one around 13 and the other 24

She didn't think much of them, but after they moved in and music came from their apartment as well as hers, well she just had to meet them

And that's that.

I may or may not want to inspire Meredith's dad just a bit off of Comic Ballister with the science and prosthetic and all.

Next part will probably be about how our trio met and bonded, as well as how the actual band got created. And yes I'm using these posts as plans for the fanfic.

Again, don't be afraid to add on to these with your own ideas, I love to hear them!

[ask-richard-jackdaw]

I never understood all the fuss surrounding the choice of a House by some magical talking hat, so let me tell you this: I'm keeping my House a secret ;) It is more fun that way, I enjoy people interpreting my words, actions, hobbies, and aspirations! I think I could've been sorted anywhere, really. I've met plenty of people that didn't seem to fit in with the typical traits. 

There's been a long discussion concerning this topic among some students, maybe you know Elizabeth and her friends? Such observant young ladies! Sometimes it feels like they know me better than I know myself! But let me take you through some of my thoughts. Once again, not naming my House ;)

Ravenclaw: my smarts! Need to solve a puzzle? I'm your man ghost! I'm also rather curious. As you know, I've travelled the world, have decades worth of learning behind my shoulders. Some argue that I am not that smart (which is, first of all, ouch?) but do I really have to have perfect grades for that? So what if I don't know the difference between French, Latin, and Greek? I am sharp at what I find interesting and what I might need in the future. And what about emotional intelligence? Plus, I think wearing blue would rather suit me! If all Ravenclaws were academically inclined — Ravenclaws would've won every since House Cup ever! 

Some people might want to put me in Slytherin for, er... Well, stealing a wand during my apprenticeship at Olivander's. To which I have to say: I doubt things like that have anything to do with a specific House, Slytherins are not bad people! I had my reasons and I am not proud of stealing anything. I should probably visit the current Mr. Olivander and explain myself... Most of the Slytherin traits do not fit me. Self-preservation especially, Merlin's beard, if only I hadn't gone to that cave alone! 

Gryffindor sounds like a good fit! I was described more than chivalrous on multiple occasions. And once again, bravely going into the cave alone, and then having the nerve to deal with the spiders, determined to get to the end... Although a lot of that was done because Anne never showed up. I was rather upset and now that I think about it, initially I didn't even want to go there alone at all... I am so glad I managed to track down that Auror that somebody mentioned a while ago, hoping to get Anne out of Azkaban. We are just waiting for the Ministry's reply at this point. But I digress.

And then Hufflepuff... I suppose that with trying to get Anne out we can speak of fairness and justice? But patience? Oh no. I might work hard on the things that I like but not everything else! Modesty and Loyalty? Oh, well... Those do not sound reassuring either...

My point is: there is no need to try and sort me into any of the House. I will be in whatever House you guys want me to be~ Speaking of which... If there is anybody who is willing to let me borrow their extra robes for when Thursdays come around when I am corporal — please, let me know! I do not want to alert the staff to my... visits, and since I still look like a 7th year, I think I can pass! 

*Richard writes this letter specifically without naming anybody just yet. He passes the letter to his Scribe, and as per their agreement earlier, the Scribe casts Geminio on the paper, successfully duplicating it. Satisfied, Richard proceeds to do separate introductions for both Indi and Anon on two different parchments, finishing with:*

With much appreciation for your question,

Richard Jackdaw

[invisibleraven]

"I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear" for Rulie?

"Hey Reggie!" Julie called as she slid onto the bench next to him. "Ready for another riveting biology lesson?"

"As long as we don't have dissect anything today, my stomach is still queasy from the last lab," he replied, flipping open his notebook.

Julie made a nauseated face at the mere mention, no one in the class had been a fan of that particular lesson, but it was part of the curriculum and Professor Lindstrom didn't let any excuses fly.

She just thanked whoever was in charge that she only had to take one life science class for her Education degree, unlike poor Reggie who would be stuck with them for a good long while to get his Kinesthesiology one.

However, this also meant that this was probably the last class they would share together, and that made Julie a little sad. Reggie had become a good friend and lab partner over the past year, so she hoped they would stay in touch between classes once the semester is over.

"Alright class, time to break out the microscopes, today we're studying the powerhouse of the cell!" the professor exclaimed as they came into the room.

Julie took out the instrument, and then turned to Reggie, who was... pulling out a glasses case?

"Last time I used a microscope with my contacts in, one got stuck to the viewfinder-never again," Reggie swore. He slid on a plain black framed pair of specs and smiled at Julie. "So glasses it is."

Dios mio he was cute.

Julie was sure her face was bright red as she stared at Reggie. God, how had she never realized how cute he was before? The glasses made the colour of his eyes stand out, their dark colour in drastic contrast with the golden flecks of freckles that highlighted his face.

Only Reggie must have noticed her gaze, and he waggled his brows at her. "What? Do they look bad?"

"No!" Julie said. "No.. it's just...I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear."

"Oh...well if your thoughts become less platonic, let me know. Much rather split a milkshake with you after class than another frog in it," Reggie replied with a wink and then looked into the microscope.

Oh.

Julie held her hands up to her face, feeling her flaming cheeks, and then looked at Reggie again. How studious he looked while he took notes on the mitochondria, the flash of his pink tongue as it stuck out between his teeth. And those glasses that she wanted to fog up with some steamy kisses.

"Your turn," Reggie said, passing the microscope over.

"I like strawberry," Julie said.

"Strawberry?"

"Milkshakes. And curly fries."

Reggie grinned. "Well what do you know, so do I? Take your notes and after class we can go to the food court, my treat."

Julie grinned and started her notes, though she was sure half of them were doodles of Reggie's name inside little hearts.

Good thing this lab wasn't worth much of their final grade, because she didn't think Reggie's notes were much better from the brief glimpse she caught of them.

But the low grade on the lab was more than worth it for Reggie's awe struck expression when she slipped her own glasses on for their first date.

And for how good his looked all steamed up and smudged after their good night kiss.

[facefullofsadness]

my head, shoulders, knees, and toes

내 머리 어깨 무릎 발

university!au

tutor!karina x student!reader

prompt - you're failing one of your classes, so your professor assigns a tutor to help you, a pretty girl in glasses named karina

content - smut (masturbation, fingering, praise kink, slapping, vibrator usage, edging), karina referred to as jimin, time skip usage

wc - 4703

a/n - tysm for 100 (now 200 <3) followers! I've been getting more support than I ever expected to get and it's extremely motivating so ty ty. tutor rina won the poll so hope u guys enjoy! (okay she's blonde in the pics but she's black haired in the fic, it's not a continuity error if it was on purpose! ignore it!)

good lord, I'm so fucked.

it's really not my fault that the class was notorious for being insanely difficult, to add on to everything I was already struggling with like my other classes or personal responsibilities. however, it showed that while I tried my best in the class, my efforts would fall short.

literally being called out of my thoughts when my professor calls me over to his desk after lecture was over, saying he wanted to talk.

"sir?" I ask, voice nervous but evidently knowing what the discussion was gonna lead to.

"miss y/n l/n, I know you're working hard, but these grades? these just cannot do," he states simply, gesturing to the laptop he scrolled through with my grades on it.

I sigh, "I know sir, there's just so much material and so little time for me to get everything down. I'll make it work."

"I'm sure you want to but exams are coming up soon, at this rate, I don't think you'll be able to pass."

my heart drops to my stomach hearing that. gradually failing was one thing, to actually fail the entire thing was another.

"so I'll do this for you. I've arranged for a tutor to help you with the material so hopefully you can get back on your feet. she's really great, one of my top students and a good teacher too, I think you'll be able to get along with her well."

I swear I could cry and fall to my knees in gratitude, "thank you sir! this is definitely gonna save me!"

"no problem miss l/n, the class is hard so I understand, and I want you to succeed. check your email regularly this week, she'll email you soon. you're dismissed," he nods and smiles at me.

I say my thanks repeatedly before leaving, a slight pep in my step as I make my way back to my apartment, feeling determined and excited. all I wonder is who must this top student tutor be and what will she be like?

I checked my email over and over again like a madman for 2 days, literally refreshing the page religiously waiting for something to come in. and so when I finally received my email, I was ecstatic. being at a local café with my friend aeri when I felt a vibration come from my phone.

I shoved my hand into my pocket to get my phone and check the notification that was in fact an email.

"why are you acting like you got a text back from your crush? is it THAT serious?" aeri scoffs at me.

"yes it's that serious! I've been waiting for days and the sooner I can start, the better!" I open the email and read:

Subject: Tutoring Sessions

To: Y/N L/N

From: Jimin Yu

Hi Y/N! I'm sure Sir has already talked to you by now about assigning a tutor to you. I'm Jimin and I'll be your tutor from now until the exam. I've planned for our first session to be tomorrow and from then on we'll have 2 sessions every week. To make it more comfortable for you, I decided that it'd be better to hold our first meeting at your place, so reply soon with your address and I'll see you there tomorrow at 5 P.M!

"at your place? she wants you so bad," aeri laughs next to me as I finish reading the email.

"what do you mean?! she said it was just to make me comfortable! she's just being nice... I don't even know what she looks like yet! god, you're annoying," I roll my eyes.

"geez calm down, we'll get your coffee soon don't worry, I forget how grumpy you are without it," she says, poking my cheek and smiling at my pout, "but don't say I didn't tell you so when she starts flirting with you."

I brush her off, "I doubt it's even gonna be like that, it'd be too difficult to focus if she was pretty, so don't jinx me!"

aeri fucking jinxed me.

I spent the entire day cleaning and making sure my apartment looked presentable in preparation for the girl named jimin that was coming to meet me. all day, I kept repeating in my head what aeri had said to me. I tried to brush it off and remember the real reason as to why there was a girl coming over to my home in the first place, but it never left my mind.

and so when I heard the soft but resonate knocks on my door at 5 pm that indicated she was here, my heart started picking up its pace. I hesitantly open the door and holy fuck. a tall dark haired girl in all black, denim jacket resting on her shoulders, book bag slung across her chest, and black framed glasses that were a little too big for her small face rested on her nose stood in the hallway outside my door. I swallow a lump in my throat at the goddess standing in my doorway and try my best to not be speechless at the sight of her.

"h-hi! you must be jimin, right?" I ask.

"yes I am, you must be y/n?" her voice soothing and deep.

"that I am! please, come in," I move to the side to let the girl walk in and she follows.

I close the door behind her and release a heavy sigh, fuck you aeri uchinaga.

I lead her to the desk in my room and let her sit down in one of the two office chairs I had.

"today, I wanted to get started on some studying, but also get to know you a little. we're gonna be spending quite some time together so I wanna know who you are, be someone who you can get close to," jimin tells me and I nod.

"so tell me y/n, every little detail I should know about you," she says lowly and, seductively? I have to be imagining it already.

I just let out a nervous laugh before I introduce myself, parts of my past, how I got into the school, my academic strengths and weaknesses, my hobbies, my goals coming out of each tutoring session, everything I thought she would want to hear. but as I would ramble on about whatever I had to say, when I would look up at her, she seemed to listen intently, legs crossed and leaning forward against her fist, her eyes trained on my moving lips.

her stare intimidated me and made me feel small, wanting to shrink into my chair and look away. every time I would make an attempt to tear my eyes away, jimin would shift closer to me, forcing my attention onto her. either she was just really interested in my introduction or she demanded my eyes to only lay on her. after some time when I finished, she sat up, smiling at me with her lips and her eyes. a kind expression laid on her face, a 180 from the alluring girl from just seconds ago.

"that's great y/n, I'm glad I got to know more about you. I'll keep mine short and simple. my name's jimin yu. I was one of sir's students from a previous year but became a tutor for the subject since he strongly suggested I should, so I've been doing this for a little while now. just a few one-off sessions with people that come into the library. however, this is the first time I'm directly tutoring someone, so I look forward to working with you, a lot." jimin's voice deepens with the last two words she says, sending chills down my spine.

"so, shall we start getting to work?"

it was already late by the time jimin left my place.

I clean up the area and washup, deciding it would be best to just call it a day. I lay down in my bed and close my eyes, trying to sleep. but the only thoughts that run through my head are filled with jimin. the way her lips would slide into a small grin, the way she'd tuck a strand of hair that would fall in front of her face behind her ear, the way her nose would scrunch slightly when focusing on checking my work, the way her touch lingered on my skin when she would brush against me, the way she told me "good girl y/n, you did so well today" at the end of our session.

I was intoxicated by the thought of her. my skin still felt on fire in the places she touched and I couldn't get enough, I needed her, my body craved more of her. my hands had a mind of their own when they start to undo my shorts, slipping under them to trail my slit through my underwear. I hear my own short breaths come from my mouth when my finger brushes my clit, my hips rising and falling on their own at the feeling.

it only whirrs me on when I see jimin in my head, her body hovering over me, her hand sliding down my shorts and over my clothed core, finger trailing up and down my entrance.

"do you like that y/n? does it feel good when I touch you like this?" I hear her voice echo in my mind ask me, low and seductive.

my breath hitches when her finger presses against my clit and rubs, my back arching. I can feel her hot breath against my ear when she whispers.

"what happened to my good girl? turns out you're just so naughty, aren't you?"

her hand slips under my panties and slide against my slit to gather my wetness, "myyyy, you're leaking so much, precious. all this for me?"

a whine escapes from my throat, "fuck jimin yes, just for you."

she chuckles, "it better be." I feel two of her fingers push all the way into me.

I moan out loudly, her digits slowly thrusting in and out of me.

"that's it, you take me so well. you feel so tight around my fingers."

her palm rubs against my clit as my other hand flies to my mouth as I bite down on it to muffle my intense whimpering.

"ahh fuck, yes jimin..."

her pumping is slow and patient, but each push feels so pleasurable and delicious, my mind goes blank. a particular thrust of her fingers brush against that spot in me that makes me moan loudly, not even I could muffle it.

"there it is," jimin whispers, voice deep.

she starts to speed up, her digits hitting that spot over and over again, making me bite down harder on my hand. my hips grind against her palm to rub my clit on, desperately chasing my incoming orgasm.

"ji- shit, jimin... please don't stop," I plead.

"give it to me, let everything go," she tells me.

the last deep pump of her fingers and rub of my clit is enough to push me to climax. my hips buck against her hand as waves of pleasure release from my body and the hand on my mouth can't stop the moaning and whines that escape. my body falls against my plush mattress and I catch my breath. when I finally come to, I open my eyes and jimin's gone.

she was never there to begin with of course, my shirt hiked up my chest and hand dug into my panties. I slip my fingers out of my entrance with a groan and stare at the sticky substance dripping down my wrist. I can only imagine how much more intense it'd be if jimin actually fucked me.

today's the day I see jimin again. sure, it's supposed to be a tutoring session, but academics are one of the last things on my mind when it comes to thinking about meeting up with her. instead, I think of what to wear. we'd be meeting up at her place for today's session, much to my excitement but also nervousness. sure, it's really soon to start thirsting so hard about this girl I've known for less than maybe two days, but I had to make my time count while it lasted.

I stand outside her apartment door in a crop top that really did nothing to cover my top half and a skirt that left no thoughts to the imagination. aeri was so gonna make fun of me for "slutting myself out" for my tutor as quickly as I did. god, I hate when she's right.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when jimin answers the door and my breath hitches. there she stood in a tight tank top that outlined her body way too well and sweatpants, like a stereotypical fuckboy. although instead of being disgusted, it bothered me how good she looked, those black framed glasses again sitting on her nose, her hair in a high ponytail with strands of her hair falling to frame her face. I stand there, dumbfounded, looking at the beautiful woman.

we both stand there for awhile, seemingly both of us taking in the sight of each other, though to me, it was mostly me looking fucking stupid gawking at the taller girl.

jimin giggles at the realization, "you wanna come in?"

I blink myself back into reality, scratching the back of my head and feeling my cheeks heat up, "y-yeah, sure." stupid answer.

I walk into the sizeable and humble apartment and take off my shoes, jimin closing the door behind me and leading me inside.

studying was going well, joined by a few questionable moments.

we were sat at jimin's coffee table on the floor of the living room since we both agreed it would be comfy, being near the kitchen too, her insisting that snacks were necessary when wanted. I had zoned in on a practice worksheet she had sent me over email and felt productive knowing that all my answers were correct. once in a while, she would check on me and my work, her chest tight in her tank top that when she would lean over, I would get a flattering view of her cleavage.

my cheeks would heat up at the sight and how disrespectful it felt to look, and I know she would take notice, giggling at my embarrassed expression. it made me think whether or not she did it on purpose. sometimes her free hand not writing on her paper would land on my leg closest to her, resting atop my exposed knee and rubbing the skin. my breathing became uneven with every movement of her thumb up until the moment her hand would leave to turn the page in her notebook.

these moments lingered in my mind but I tried to power through them, knowing they probably meant nothing and it was just my mind playing tricks on me. a particular question popped up on the worksheet and it stumped me. I wrote down an answer but I was unsure of how correct it was.

I call out for jimin, "hey, can you check this one? I'm not sure if it's right."

it alerts her attention and she turns towards me. jimin leans against me and looks down at my paper, her chest pressing against my upper arm. I feel her arm prop her up behind me as her other arm reaches over to mark up my notes. my body stiffens at the contact, her face near my neck too, feeling her breath brush against my exposed shoulder. I bite down on my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force away the intrusive thoughts shooting into my mind and open them again to see that she had stopped writing.

I turn my head cautiously towards her and glance at her impossibly close face. jimin's eyes lock onto mine and I can't look away. her lips are parted and gaze darts between staring deep into mine and at my lips, the bottom one still between my teeth. I tear my eyes away, looking back down at my paper.

"n-nevermind, I can figure it out..." I stutter, scooting myself towards the table, away from her.

she lets me go but her hand on my paper never leaves.

"you sure? you can't suddenly figure out the physiological functions of an anatomical part, can you?" she challenges, amused.

"I can try! I just have to use the elimination process right? I already know from what we've done so far that-" she interrupts me.

"then tell me, what's the function of the small intestine in the digestive system?"

my mind goes blank. I know this, this is one of the basic things we learned. but for some reason, in this moment, I can't think straight. I feel her scoot closer to me, invading my personal space moreso than just a moment ago.

"uhm..."

"well? you know we don't have all day. I suggest you get the answer right," she hums, the last sentence laced with some sort of venom with the way she says it. the threat scares me.

"absorption... of water?" I'm wrong, it's nutrients.

but before I can correct myself, my head gets pulled backwards by my hair and I choke on air. my wide eyes look up at jimin's, her eyes are half-lidded through her glasses and she's intimidating. the grip on my hair hurts but her expression is what I'm more afraid of.

"that's wrong sweetie, do you wanna try again?" she whispers, her voice sweet, but actions dangerous.

I feel the gulp travel down my throat as I try again, "it's for n-nutrients. the large intestine absorbs water."

a smile travels across her lips before the hold in my hair leaves slowly, "good girl."

she pulls away and marks at my paper, correcting the notes I had jotted down. I lift my head back up and take a deep breath, blinking my eyes rapidly in disbelief. what the fuck just happened? I ask myself the question again when the hand that was just gripping my hair travels around my side and caresses my exposed waist. that arms pulls me into jimin's body, my back fully flush against her front.

"hm, try answering this one y/n," her pen taps at the question, "how long does it take food to completely pass through the body?"

my hand in my lap clutches at the hem of my skirt, "it depends."

her hand on my waist trails up and under my shirt as my breath hitches, "more specific."

I exhale a shaky breath when her fingertips trace my nipples through my lacy bra, "th-that's not fair."

a squeal leaves my throat when she pinches one in her fingers, "that's not good enough princess, try again."

I squeeze my eyes shut at the stinging contact of her fingers pinching my sensitive bud and try to think of the best answer I can give, "f-from ten hours t-to two days?"

her hot breath releases next to my ear before she whispers into it, "good job." with that, she lets go of my pained nipple and gropes the boob softly.

my breathing is uneven as I write down the answer, "ji-jimin, I don't-"

she interrupts me again, "next question y/n."

her other hand leaves the table and pen behind, moving it to sneak under my skirt, feeling up my sensitive thighs. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when her fingertips trail the material of my underwear.

I can hear her let out an amused chuckle, "only panties? myyyy, darling, how naughty of you."

the dialogue coming from her mouth rings in my ears as it reminds me of the way I imagined her speaking just a few days ago. the realization makes my head spin and so does the throbbing of my center.

"I can't focus if you touch me like that..." my voice trails off when her fingers slide against my slit through my panties.

"you will," she states firmly. "now go, write down the answer to the next one."

I try to focus, I really do, looking down at the paper and thinking of the answer. but the pen in my hand is shaking, my body being the cause of it, and jimin being the one to blame. her hands were greedy, both of them under my skirt, one caressing my thigh and the other going up and down the wet spot of my underwear.

I shakily write down the answer, but apparently the wrong one because then, jimin's hand caressing my thigh suddenly slaps it, causing me to yelp out her name.

"that's wrong honey, try again."

I cross out the answer to try another one, but when I feel the other thigh get slapped, I know it's wrong, the stinging sensation a painful reminder.

"go on y/n, answer the fucking question," it's a demand that leaves her lips.

rewriting another answer to finally get it right since the red marks forming on my thighs suddenly are rubbed against soothingly.

"that's correct princess," I feel her mouth mumble against the skin of my neck, "I should really reward you for that one, that was a hard question."

I have no time to question what she means when she pushes my panties to the side and slides her long fingers against my wetness. I release a long moan at the sensation, eyes clamping shut and my hands stilling their movement.

"you're soaked sweetie, all this yummy juice just for me?" she smiles against my skin.

"mmph, yes jimin, everything all for you..." I whimper and whine.

she leaves a kiss on my jaw, "good girl, I love to hear that."

with enough slick on her fingers, she pushes two digits smoothly into my cunt, curling them once she's down to her knuckles.

"fuck!" I moan out, clutching the skirt material and pen in my hands.

"do the next question darling," jimin urges me with a light voice, her fingers pumping in and out of my aching pussy.

each thrust makes my head spin, but I try to obey her and flutter my eyes open to glue them to the page again. with every question I answer correctly, her pace quickens. my hand on my skirt flies instead to her legs on either side of me, clutching her sweatpants as the speed of her fingers amplifies. but with every question I answer wrong, her pumping stills, my hole clenching tightly around her digits.

the next question I answer correctly, her fingers struggle to move with how clamped down my entrance was on her. but she breaks through the tightness, jimin's pace extremely fast. she curls her fingers perfectly to hit that delicious spot in me, back arching against her body.

"found it, good to know I can easily find it," she whispers into my ear, biting at the lobe and railing her hand into my loud sopping cunt.

"jim-in! I-I'm!" my voice trembles with her fingers in me.

"answer this question for me sweetheart, if you get it right, I'll let you cum," jimin's voice low, "name 3 causes of a stomachache."

not even one cause comes to mind with the way my own stomach aches to release the tension. I get so close to orgasm, but it all gets taken from me when jimin rips her hand away. I whine and my legs thrash at the loss of contact.

"answer me y/n," her voice is firm and my eyes are squeezed shut.

I try and think of an answer as I hear her rummage around the stuff she had under her table. my eyes spring open at the feeling of a solid and phallic shaped object pressing against my entrance. I look down to see a dark colored vibrator collect my pleasure before pushing into me, ripping a deep groan from my throat.

"start with one," her gentle kisses plant across the length of my neck and shoulder.

I stutter out a single answer, "m-menstrual cramps..."

she's satisfied with my answer, humming against my skin. with that, jimin reaches over and presses a button on the toy, a low vibration flowing through my legs and a heavy sigh leaves my lips.

"second?" she inquires.

she starts to thrust the toy in and out of me lazily, the vibrations making my head dizzy.

"con-stipatio-tion..." I struggle to say, the pleasure gradually building in my stomach.

she hums again, kissing my cheek before increasing the setting on the toy, making me drop my pen and take both hands to fly to her legs, the material of her sweatpants bunched up in my grip.

"third and last darling, you're doing so well," her praises fill my body with warmth, both the sweet and lustful kind.

I feel my hips begin to roll against the vibrator, chasing the pleasure I so desperately needed.

"in- fuck, indiges- ah! indigestion!" I moan, jimin increasing the setting even before I could get the full answer out.

"oh princess, you're so good at this. we're almost done."

she begins to speed up the thrusting of the toy, the wet noises of it sloshing in and out of my pussy filling my ears, along with my pathetic panting and jimin's heavy sighs.

"fuck jimin! please!" I moan out, the intensity of the vibrator in me making me lose any form of coherent thought.

the pleasure was so much, but it wasn't enough to make me cum yet, and she knew that.

"c'mon sweetie, you know I won't let you cum until you get the question correct, right?" jimin's words in my ear are soft but so sick.

she's teasing me, playing with me like I'M the toy, and it's working out for her.

"you can do it y/n, I know you can. what can pale stool indicate?"

the last thing I wanna think about while getting fucked by my tutor is what color shit means what, but here I am. I desperately moan against her, my hips pushing against her hand keeping the vibrator in me, hands clutching the material of her sweats.

"fuck, it's- fuck jimin! b-bile! lack of fucking bile!" I cry out.

she chuckles lowly into my ear and places a kiss under it, "that's my girl, I knew you could do it."

with that, her other hand pulls away from holding my other leg open and her fingers part my pussy lips, gathering the juice and rubbing my clit. I yell out her name and throw my head back against her shoulder. my legs shake and I feel my pleasure build up impossibly high. my hips move against her hands on their own, thrusting against her like a rabid dog, whimpering desperately into the air.

"cum y/n, cum all over my hands," jimin demands lowly against my skin.

"jimin, ah!" I call out finally, my climax hitting me. my hands form fists against her gray sweatpants, eyes clutch shut, mouth falling open and spilling cries as I feel my thighs stutter and hole clench around the vibrating toy. my clit throbs and my hips shake, my body falling limp against jimin and becoming weak in her steady hold. the pleasure continues to wash over me in waves, my chest heaving to catch up with my breathing. slowly, jimin slides the vibrator out of me and turns it off, caressing my slit with it, sending shocks throughout my body.

I flutter my eyes open to look up at her, a content expression lying on her face. she brings the cum covered toy up to her lips and sticks her tongue out, dragging it across the lengthy object. wrapping her mouth over the toy and closing her lips at its base, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucks all of my cum off of it until it's only covered in a thin layer of her spit. jimin licks her lips and smirks at me, eyes meeting mine through her glasses.

her hands maneuver me to hoist me onto her lap, holding my limp body against hers, my face burying into her neck and my arms clutching her torso. she kisses my cheek and giggles against my ear, "shall we take a break?"

a/n - and then they had many a tutoring session after that :) this fic beat my ass, I could not get the pacing right and didn't know what I wanted to happen, so sorry if it took so long and if it's not that good ;((( I need to get to writing more aespa stuff since they're actually the whole reason I wanted to start on here, but rockstar!yunjin is just always on my mind, it's hard to keep up!! ningjeong I will write about you soon I swear!

[theoneofwhomisblue]

I made my points to refute yours. That's not a troll, that's someone verbally defending themselves when arguments against/shit talked.

"Millions of people engage in this sort of kink without going to prison or even doing anything worthy of prison" this refutes nothing. I brought up the possibility of prison as being my reason (and a reason in general, for being averse to it. You ignored that point to say your point again.

"Yes it's purity wank because you're being anti-sex and anti-kink and using a paper-thin nonsense fear about going to prison (which again #you won't" both just a rewording of what you already said (so a waste of time), and this time simply wrong. It's literally said in the post that: "you can choke someone unconscious in 15 seconds, temporary or permanent brain damage at 30 seconds, and death in 3 minutes" why do you think they brought it up? As a fun fact? A Snapple blurb? No, it's because it's relevant (see the third maxim again: relevance), the whole point of the post is that it can be dangerous. It's not paper thin nonsense any more than the post is.

"#as your weapon" once again, refuting nothing. I already said I have no weapon, I have reasoning for my, emphasis on the MY aversion to it. And the aversion being a reasonable/understandable one.

"#and yes it's kinkphobia because you straight up said 'Don't Have Kinks'" refutes nothing. I acknowledged that you can't not have kinks, making the statement impossible, which was my way of making the reblog comedic. You ignored that to say the same thing again.

"#Even if I was objecting to a specific kink I would never think to use that phrasing because I'm not a kinkphobe" I showed how what I'm doing isn't "kinkphobia" so this point has no bearing in that sense. Also I don't believe I asked, nor did anyone care to know how you would word a post.

"#You don't need to actively pay attention to radfems to imbibe their rhetoric indeed that's how they get you" I can't tell if this is the fault of mine for not wording it right, or yours for not understanding. But I'll say it again, better here. If I find it exhausting then I wouldn't just not pay attention to it, I would actively purge it from my internet algorithms. Which was implied, but that's on me for implying that. I FIND IT EXHAUSTING SO I ACTIVELY GET ANY AND ALL RADFEM CONTENT AWAY FROM ME, SO I CANNOT EVEN PASSIVELY ABSORB THEIR INFORMATION, MUCH LESS ACTIVELY. so, again refuting nothing. But I'll give you a pass because I didn't spell it out obviously. I've had trouble picking up on implication before: I should have accounted for that possibility. You're still wrong on this point.

Oh wow, looks like we're out of wrong points to tackle. Let's look at the whole picture.

None of your points refuted any of mine. You just repeated yourself while calling me a troll or a grade 12.

You have no more points, all you are is angry at me for no particular reason, and are repeating yourself hoping no one notices, all the while insulting me to try to bait me into ignoring your faults/making mistakes.

I will give it to you though, because you put your entire "argument" in the tags, I had to take a screenshot, then look at that while typing this, which was almost enough to get me to not reply at all. Pretty clever of you. Didn't work though.

So, and I say this with all the kindness and concern in my heart: shut the fuck up, actually cut your losses, and don't seem like a complete idiot by saying your points again.

Fuck you for wasting my time. Fuck you for baiting me into being angry at first. And fuck you for being an annoying bitch.

In an interesting turn of events I have been enrolled in a six hour couples bondage seminar despite being both 1. painfully single and 2. Incredibly anxious but fuck it we ball, I guess

[rrxnjun]

i hope u can figure out one for it;-; but like that is mind blowing cuz he is just so aesthetically pleasing but now that im trying to come up with a url with his name nothing comes to mind so actually hoping u will figure out something;-; i'm praying it will go away soon!!!

i love thrill ride im very happy u liked it!! and i hope that u will find some that u will like out of the recommendations cuz they have very good songs out there:o YESSS it's just too goddamn hard too recommend songs;-; (i actually struggle so much with it it suckswhbejdnf ;-;)

i didn't know any of them!! but i really liked movie star cinema and without you!!! and the other ones were great as well but those were the songs that stood out for me:o but WITHOUT YOU!!?!?! i'm glad u told me about this song cuz i would be heartbroken if i wouldn't have known about this amazing song

thank u🥲 it won't prepare us in hungary as well all of the people who i talked with and go to uni said that it is going to be very different and much harder in some ways;-; goddamn then i will try to get myself ready for that but i'm probably half way there cuz i'm already praying to just pass my maths exam🥲🥲

so very sorry about being gone again!! i had my exams this week so i barely looked at my phone cuz of preparing and since i fucked up my most important one i have just been staring at my walls and contemplating life🤭 so yeah sorry to be gone🫡 and hope u are good and well!!!!!🥳💕💞 (liebestraum anon)

update: i didnt come up with anything better than what i already had so if the spirit of god himself doesnt magically give me a better idea im just gonna be stuck w a shitty url bc i refuse to not have a jihoon url ig AHAHA

i am afraid to say that i havent listened to much more yet bc ive been studying a lot and havent had the time 😭😭😭 i once again promise to listen to more after exams are over!! i'll give you a full review and everything dw >:(( i'm sure i'll find some i like!!

YOU LIKED MY MOST FAV SONGS !!!!!!!! without you is such a beautiful song its so refreshing i think. like they dont have the usual boygroup noise music concept we see (and love, come on i stan nct) and its so nice to listen to. their vocals also!!! more in love w cix each day. please watch this perf of without you if you have time and energy to its what made me stan actually

uni is always harder but when youre a high schooler its hard to admit that to yourself ;-; (speaking from personal experience LMAO) but i truly hope u get adjusted fine and quick!! i didnt have to study as hard in hs so i think the workload was the most shocking thing for me that i had to get used to, so if you are used to studying a lot and having a lot of assignments maybe it wont be that different after all! praying for your maths exam im sure you'll rock it!!!

its okay!! im taking ages to reply too and im barely on this blog bc of exams >:(( hope your exam didnt go as badly as you think it did, sometimes we are just too pessimistic. how did your other exams go?? im manifesting good grades for you mwah!!! hope you are taking care of yourself and relaxing after all the studies. im looking forward to hearing from u when things get easier on your end (and mine too, 3 most difficult exams left so im honestly manifesting i pass LMAO)

[gogobootz1]

Friday I'm In Love 

Steve Harrington x Reader

You grew up right next door to Steve Harrington, but when high school rolled around he ditched you to become a king. You wouldn’t let him live it down, despite his best efforts. In the early hours of every Friday, however, when you’re both taking out the trash, you can’t help but see the kid you used to know. 

Warnings: kinda sad

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August 1984

You sighed and leaned against the trash can. Your first week of senior year already gone, well almost. Not that you were excited for the Friday Welcome Back Pep Rally. That was just a chance for the basketball team to showboat and the cheerleaders to flounce around. Well, that wasn't quite fair- at least the cheerleaders had athletic talent. Most of what the basketball team had to show off lived right next to you, and you'd seen far more of him than preferable.

The thundering of a rolling garbage can came from your left. Upon catching a glimpse of its operator you cursed your luck. You didn't even have to speak of the devil- just thinking was enough to make him appear. Soon he stood parallel to you in his own driveway.

"So... beginning of the end huh?" Came Steve Harrington's horribly charming voice from a few feet away.

"Excuse me?" You replied. Was he really trying to make small talk? About your senior year?

"No, I just meant... this is our last year at Hawkins High." He tried to clarify.

"No, I know that, Harrington." He gave you a look.

"Then what was with the-?"

"Frankly, I'm appalled you're trying to carry a conversation with me." At this comment, Steve turns fully towards you.

"What do you mean?" He asked earnestly.

"You haven't talked to me in years. The closest you've come is slapping Tommy on the shoulder when he said my skirt would look better on his floor." Steve's jaw clenched at that comment, but you went on. "So why are you pretending like we're friends? Are the popular kids performing acts of service by donating their time to needy nerds?" Your question was drowning in sarcasm. He didn't seem to appreciate it.

"Am I not allowed to talk to you?" He asked tensely.

"I don't think you deserve to, honestly, not without good reason at least." You told him.

Steve nodded bitterly. "Fine." He said. "My mother's been going through some old boxes trying to make room for her home gym. One of them was old photos. She found one of you and me on the first day of first grade." You flinched a little. You hardly remembered the early grades, only broad strokes. You definitely don't remember having your photo taken with Steve that very first day, but it hurt to have no doubt it happened. That the two of you wore big matching grins and carried cartoon lunchboxes. "I guess I was just remembering what it was like to have a friend that liked me."

"Liked." You reminded him. "Past tense." The harsh words were warranted in your mind, and you didn't even blink when he winced at them. But you did wonder whether or not he kept that photo, and as you walked up your driveway you felt sad you'd never get to see it.

September 1984

The night air was warm, probably the last nice day you’d have for a while. But the feeling you had was crippling.

It was like your youth had come and gone. You’d started applying to colleges, writing essays, and asking for letters of recommendation. You couldn’t remember the last time you scraped your knee, or chased down an ice cream truck barefoot. The last time you went puddle jumping must have been a millennia ago. All you had was the hope that the maturity you’d displayed would be worth something. That your extra effort could be cashed in for scholarships. Like each time you shirked being a kid in favor of studying you’d shaved some cost off of tuition. 

For so long you’d been living for a future outside of Hawkins. Everything you did was to secure your place in that future. To ensure your success there. But lately, you’d had a hard time seeing it. It was easier to look around at the life that had passed you by. To see that you’d pushed everyone away, whether accidentally or on purpose. It made you feel so old. 

The sound of a trashcan rolling down a driveway pulled you out of your thoughts. Your head snapped up only to find your lovely neighbor, just as you did every week. It irritated you to no end that week after week he picked the same time as you to do this chore. 

“What’s up?”

“The debilitating loneliness of existing.” You chose to answer honestly. You hoped that by oversharing (and using words longer than 5 letters), you'd cause Harrington to turn right back around. He’d picked up an awful habit of trying to chat with you on these garbage excursions. 

Since your first encounter a few weeks back, you tried not to gratify him with responses. So clearly that was not the answer he was expecting. “Oh,” his shock was visible from a mile away. 

“Yeah, well, ’night Harrington.” You chose to walk away before the conversation could go further. 

“Wait!” Of their own accord, your feet stopped moving. “You’re… lonely?” 

"Thank you for the gross oversimplification," you sigh, "but... yes." His face becomes sadder. “Go ahead- call me a loser, tell me how much better my life would be if I went to a party or two, maybe even did a keg stand.”

“Believe me those wouldn’t help." He said, bitterly. You were confused by this statement. Was King Steve, party legend, implying he'd tried such methods to cure his own case of loneliness? In a second he directed the conversation back to you. “What- what about your friends in the honors classes?”

“They like to compare study guide answers and test scores and that’s about it.” You kind of couldn’t believe you were telling him this, but at this point what did you have to lose?

“Aren’t you… like- President of the Band?”

“They don’t like me that much, Harrington.” Steve knew for a fact that wasn’t true but didn’t think he’d earn any favors in telling you as much. “I just figured holding an office would look good on my applications.” He did, however, know that to be true. If there was one thing you were known for around Hawkins High it was academics, and when asked why you bothered, your response was always the same. To get the hell out of here. 

“Fair enough." Steve sighed. He looked a little lost for words at that point. “Anyways... I’m sorry,” his words were more gentle than anything you’d heard come out of his mouth in a while. 

You weren’t quite sure what he was apologizing for. Whether it was ending your friendship, putting you on the outskirts of the social scene, or just plain sympathy. You sighed. “It’s not your problem, Harrington.” The finality in your tone left no room for a reply. “You’ve made sure of that." Those words, accompanied by your abrupt exit, sent a swift stab of guilt straight through his stomach. He wondered what it would take to be back in your good graces. If anything in the world would be enough.

October 1984

You plucked the cat ears off of your head and threw them right in the garbage can. The cat costume you kept recycling was starting to bite you in the ass. You supposed your head wasn't the same size as it was in seventh grade. That would explain why the headband had dug into your skull all night. You were glad to be rid of it and even more glad the night was over. The neighborhood children were only tolerable in small doses. You'd had enough of them to last you a lifetime.

Wheeling the garbage down to the curb was the last thing you had to do, and it was supposed to be easy. Your black-heeled boots made it a little harder, but the crumpled figure in the grass between the road and the sidewalk was sure to be the biggest obstacle. Your brow furrowed, and soon you recognized the gangly limbs and giant hair. You winced and did your best to avert your eyes. But once you stopped at the end of the driveway it became difficult to ignore the shaky breathing coming from your left.

You sure did your damnedest, though, and made it nearly halfway up your driveway before your conscience stopped you in your tracks. You heaved a sigh. "What's wrong?" You asked, not bothering to turn around.

Steve snapped to attention, whipping his head around to look at your back. "Huh?" He wiped his nose quickly.

"Harrington you've either been huffing paint or muffling your cries, and you've got a solid year left before you start doing the former so just own up to your sadness." You threw your arms up in exasperation and turned towards him.

"What? I- look this isn't your problem. You'd just make fun of me anyways." He was probably right about that. Usually, his piddly little tears would serve as fodder for your teasing. But for whatever reason, you just weren't feeling up to it.

You huffed, “alright Harrington, I can’t believe I’m doing this- but, for one night, and one night only, I am granting you a reprieve.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“I will take a brief break from loathing you to help you in your time of need.”

He looked up from the curb with sad, confused eyes. “Why?” Steve asked after a moment.

You couldn’t give him the real answer, no matter how sad he looked. You'd just about die before letting him know you still cared about him. Even after everything he and his asshole friends had done to you. But you couldn't help it. Not when you could picture the fourth-grade version of him after he'd fallen off of the swing set. He'd been so confident, so assured, secure in the belief that he'd land in front of you safe and sound with a smile. He ended up on the ground in tears with a sprained ankle. You knew him, much to your chagrin, and you knew that whatever happened earlier had left him in a similar state. Only this time he wouldn't earn any sympathy pudding cups- and if he did he would decidedly not share them with you.

“Because your tears are gonna kill my lawn,” you said, with less heat than you'd intended. “Come on, get up.” 

He looked at you, reluctant still. “Get up, let’s go.” You said, walking off to your mom’s sedan. 

“Who's even open this late?” 

“Well, Harrington, some of us have jobs, and sometimes at these jobs, we have to lock up.” He threw you a confused look as he buckled in. “I have the keys to the Diner” 

“Oh,” he said in realization. 

“Yup, nothing cheers up sad Tom Cruise wannabes like a milkshake.” You turned the keys and glanced in your mirrors before backing out.

“Okay, that was rude.” 

“But was I wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be the kid from Risky Business” 

“Joel” 

“Who?”

“The-“ he started “never mind.” You knew what he was talking about, but you lived for the chance to give him grief. 

Suddenly In The Air Tonight came on the radio. “Oh my god Joel, it’s your favorite song.” He gave you a look. “Train sex for the win.” 

“Would you knock it off,” he said, frustrated. 

“What? I’m only talking about your favorite movie. You know the one with the prostitutes, and the Porsche, and poor plot line.” 

“It’s not MY favorite” he interrupted, angrily. His tone pulled your gaze from the road and to his devastated-looking face. By the time you looked back, you were nearly running a red. You slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a stop, seatbelts yanking you both back to your seats. 

“What?” you said breathlessly, not quite understanding. 

“It’s Nancy’s favorite.” He said. “Nancy who doesn’t fucking love me anymore. Who maybe never did” Your eyes were glued to his face. Of all the things to make him upset, that was one you were not expecting. After a minute he spoke again, “It’s green”

Your eyes flicked up to the light, “shit.” You whispered, cursing yourself for not paying more attention and at the pain he’d gone through tonight. All you’d done was sit in a black cat costume and pass out candy to the local kids. You started driving again and pulled into the parking lot soon enough. 

You unbuckled and opened your door, but turned back around when you realized he wasn’t mirroring your actions. “Hey,” you snapped, pulling him out of his reverie, “you coming?” He nodded his head and was quick to follow you towards the front door. 

You pulled out your keys and unlocked the building, turning on the lights. “Just grab a seat at the counter," you told him. Steve did as instructed, and you made your way around the counter to fix up two milkshakes. 

He still seemed out of it, but woke up a bit when you used the blender. “I don’t get any say in what you’re making?” He asked, but it lacked any fire. You knew he didn’t really care, not after the night he’d had. 

“You’ll just have to trust that I have better taste than you, Harrington,” your sharp quips were normal for him. After what’d happened (which you still didn’t fully understand) you could at least try to inject some normalcy into the rest of his night. Not that the two of you hanging out could be considered normal. Not anymore, at least. You banished that train of thought as you finished the milkshakes.

He looked up as you slammed a thick glass on the counter in front of him. “That’ll be $3.99,” you deadpanned, jokingly holding your hand out. His eyes grew and you saw him reach for a wallet that probably wasn't even there. "That was… a joke.” Jesus, he was worse off than you thought. “How about... in exchange for your on-the-house milkshake you tell me what the hell happened,” you said cautiously. He twirled his spoon around in his cup and plucked the maraschino cherry off the top. 

“You forgot I don’t like these,” he said quietly. You hadn’t, actually. When the two of you were younger he gave you the cherries that came with his ice cream, and you gave him the pickles from your burgers. 

“That’s what happens when you grow apart.” You snarked at him. It was a knee-jerk reaction, one that wasn’t helpful in the moment. You closed your eyes and sighed, “sorry-“

The sight of a maraschino cherry in front of your face cut you off. “You’re right,” he said. He hadn’t quite forgotten your days of sharing food either. 

“Thanks,” you nearly whispered, plucking the offering from his hand. He nodded slightly. 

The two of you sipped at your shakes for a bit. You weren’t going to push him anymore. If he wanted to tell you he would. If he didn’t you wouldn’t ask him to. It was enough just to be there with him. 

“I think we broke up,” his words were almost like a question. 

“You think?” you asked quietly. 

“Well, she was drunk out of her gourd so I’m not exactly sure.” 

"Well, what exactly did she say?" you replied, crossing your arms as you leaned against the counter.

"She called me bullshit, then she said she didn't love me." You let out a loud breath.

"That's-" you cut yourself off, struggling to find the words. "Wow."

He hummed in agreement, staring sadly into his milkshake as he stirred it. There was a period of quiet between you. The only sounds came from the dull hum of the heater and the slurping of milkshakes. Perhaps hot chocolate would have been more weather appropriate. Your second-guessing was interrupted by a light call of your name. Or rather your nickname, one reserved exclusively for your close family. You hadn't heard it from Steve in years.

"You make a mean shake." He said, looking up at you from his empty cup. He knew a real thank you would only garner some snarky comment and upset the delicate balance of the evening. That was the closest he dared get to expressing his gratitude. Luckily you knew exactly what he meant.

"I know," you shrugged, "not that you'll tip me." Snatching his glass, you turned to put both of your cups in the dishwasher. You stopped in the doorway and turned slowly back towards him, feeling the need to clarify. "You know that was another-"

"I got it," he nodded and smiled at you softly for the first time all night. You returned it gladly.

November 1984

The month had breezed by while you weren't looking. All of the bright leaves had turned the same shade of brown, growing crispy on the ground in the cool fall air. You'd seen Christmas decor on store shelves already too. Time really just wouldn't slow down for you.

Another Thanksgiving dinner had rolled around. They didn't always happen at your house though, that was new. Usually, you got to be ostracized and interrogated in someone else's home, so this year had been a real treat. Feeling alone in a crowded room wasn't uncommon for you, even amongst family. But experiencing it in your own home was somehow even less pleasant than you were expecting.

All the men had gathered in the living room to watch some sort of sporting event- you weren't really sure. Your younger cousins had gone upstairs to produce a play they'd be putting on soon. Of course, you'd grown too old to participate in that. They made sure to tell you they didn't want you bossing them around. They also told you if you weren't sitting in the audience there'd be hell to pay. The ladies in the house had all gathered in the dining room for some evening drinks. You had specifically volunteered for cleanup duty to avoid being dragged along to that.

Finally loading the last dish into the dishwasher, you heaved a sigh. Were holidays supposed to feel so taxing? Was spending time with your family supposed to be physically suffocating? You looked out of the kitchen window into the cool dark night. It looked impossibly more inviting than the warm light and noise coming from the rest of your house. Surely no one would miss you for a few minutes- they hadn't yet. You grabbed a container of leftovers from the fridge and a spoon, then slipped on a pair of shoes. Exiting through the garage, you stopped in front of the trash can. At least the outing could be productive. Upon reaching the end of your driveway, you firmly distanced yourself from the can. The last thing you needed was to spoil your snack with the stench.

Just as you'd settled down on the curb, you heard a noise from behind you. You sighed, as somehow you already knew who it was.

“Can a girl not wallow in her own misery privately?” You asked, not bothering to turn around.

"Oh, so that's what you're doing on the curb in the cold? Wallowing?" Came his jesting response. You rolled your eyes, and Steve took a seat next to you. His long brown jacket looked warm- you were jealous.

You took a big bite of mashed potatoes. "None of your business," you said with your mouth full.

"You can't just say things like that and expect me not to reply. That's how conversations work." Steve said exasperatedly. Your teeth chattered in the cold, but the food in your mouth masked the sound.

"Maybe I expect you to just not converse with me, you were doing a good job of that for a while." You bit back at him, waving your spoon dramatically. He nearly flinched.

"Maybe I want to..." he paused sort of awkwardly, "converse with you. At least enough to apologize." You gave him a mean look, which he huffed at. "Maybe I've realized what a dick I've been. Maybe this Thanksgiving I've realized that I don't really have anything to be thankful for anymore." Your face softened, but you'd never been one to let go of your anger easily.

"I'd say that's your own fault. Not to mention that that wasn't even an apology." Steve closed his eyes and sighed at your words.

"Look, I-"

"What do you want, Harrington?" You asked, pointedly.

"Huh?" His face twisted in confusion.

"What are you hoping to get out of this?" You demanded. "What? Do you think we're just gonna be best friends again? Hold hands? Blow bubbles? Frolic through flower fields?"

"No!" Steve insisted. He really never knew the best course of action with you, but he'd be damned if he didn't try. "I-" The look you gave him was harsh, but he persisted. "I'd like another night of reprise."

Your face twisted in confusion. "Reprieve?"

"Yeah! That!" He said excitedly. The glare on your face told him perhaps his idea was not so great.

"That was a one-time offer, asshole." You snapped, turning away from him. You looked at the house across the street as you took a big bite. The lights coming from the Johnson family's windows looked warm and glorious. Maybe everyone there actually liked each other. Enough that no one from their household was sitting on the curb eating leftovers.

"No, no, no, it'll be great," Steve insisted, "all you have to do is pretend to not hate me for an hour while I wheel you around town to get you out of your funk." Clearly, the events of Halloween had left an impression on him. Maybe even given him the wrong impression, but you were too tired to put up much of a fight. Not when he was being this resolute.

You sighed, “what’s even open on Thanksgiving night?” Steve had neglected to consider this.

His eyes widened as he struggled for an answer. "Uhhh..." his gaze shifted around, looking for inspiration, "this curb.” His answer was confident, but you raised a brow all the same.

“What? Is this not a good spot to eat your…" Steve trailed off when he finally looked into the Tupperware in your hands. "What the hell is that?” He demanded.

“Mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce.” You said quietly.

“Gross dude.” He pulled a face at your answer.

“Really Harrington, you’re cheering me up by passing judgment? First, the extended family asks about my college plans, then why I don't have a boyfriend, then if I've gained weight recently, and now I can’t even eat the best thanksgiving combination in peace.” 

"They said all that to you?” Steve asked, aghast.

“Oh yeah, they then proceeded to ignore me for the rest of the evening. But that’s family for you, full of obligation and judgment.” You replied, taking another scoop from your snack.

“Jesus,” was all he could muster in reply.

"What about you, Harrington? Not a lot of cars in your driveway.” Suddenly you were desperate for a topic change. Clearly, he wasn't spending the holiday with his family or Nancy's. The widespread news of their breakup allowed you that much knowledge.

He turns to look over his shoulder, “no, no, not this year.” His words were tinged with melancholy. “Yeah, my parents went to some fancy restaurant in the city.” 

“They didn’t even invite you?" You asked cautiously.

“No, they offered. I didn’t want to go.” He corrected. At your questioning look, he elaborated. “You know, obligation, judgment- all that.” 

You huffed a laugh, “well then, I’m very glad you could join my pity party.” Your words were lighthearted, but a part of you was fully serious. Deep down, you were glad for his company.

“Oh me too, it’s a ball.” He said seriously, nodding.

“Isn't it just?" You said in a posh accent, "but you simply must try the h’orderves.” 

“Ohhh I don’t know about that,” suddenly Steve became reluctant.

“What happened to my reprieve?” You asked, using his own words against him.

He rolled his eyes jokingly, “fine.” 

You held out a big spoonful for him. He gave you a look that said 'are you really making me do this?' You pushed the spoon out further in insistence. He took a bite, eyes widening in surprise. 

“Right?!” you asked him 

“Okay I can admit when I’m wrong- that is pretty good.” You smiled at your victory, a shiver passing through you. It’s not like November in Hawkins was the most pleasant time to be outdoors. 

“Geez,” he said, noticing how cold you were, “here.” Steve stood to take off the coat you'd been admiring.

“Steve, you don’t have to-” He cut you off when he draped the material over your shoulders.

“I want to, at least so I don’t have to hear your fucking teeth chattering” His words shut you up and you roll your eyes. A quiet moment passes. The kind of silence that can only pass between people comfortable with each other. “You haven’t used my first name in years.” 

“I'm not sure I've recognized you in that long.” You couldn't help but be honest with him.  

His chest ached at the words. “But… you do now?” He looked at you with a sad sort of hope. You shook your head, a fond smile growing. 

“You’re getting there, Harrington.” 

“Oh, don’t go back on it now!” Steve said insistently.

“Hey, don’t push it, or else you’re not getting another bite.” You taunted.

“God forbid.” He said sarcastically, smiling innocently at your glare. 

“Just shut up and enjoy my company.” You spat, taking another bite of your mashed potatoes and adjusting under the warm weight of his jacket.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he said with a small smile.

December 1984

The Christmas season had come once again, as it always did. It was only mid-December, and the weather had already turned bitter. Grey skies, icy roads, and slushy sidewalks. None of the gorgeous, pillow-soft snow they talk about in the movies. Oh no, Hawkins, Indiana simply wouldn't allow it.

But perhaps, hopefully, you'd live to see yourself be proven wrong. Stranger things had happened. For example, King Steve's abdication from the throne of Hawkins High. As it was, it seemed your next-door neighbor had given up his old ways for good. Lately, he'd been quieter- less obtrusive. His friendliness was softer but more genuine. Of course, he was still popular, though it seemed like it was more for his kindness now than anything else. Steve had even attempted to greet you in the hallways (he was met with little response). But if Steve could do a 180, maybe the weather could too. You were still holding out hope.

That was hard to do, however, when you were trudging through the sleet on the ground. Seeing as the Harrington household was right next door, your mother had deemed the car trip unnecessary. So as your feet dragged through the cold, you were silently cursing her for bringing you along as her pack mule.

Of course, she'd been invited to the annual Harrington Family Christmas party. That was just your luck. Typically it was exclusively for Mr. Harrington's business associates and their wives, but your lovely mother had weaseled her way in through charm alone. Well... charm and your baked goods. She'd asked you to make cookies for the neighborhood book club, and apparently, Mrs. Harrington found them irresistible. When she found out she'd been enjoying your culinary talents all afternoon, the woman insisted her friend come to the party. "To show off your daughter and her talent" She'd said. Your mother would've been hard-pressed to refuse that. Thus, there you were. After spending all day in the kitchen, you were lugging a pie, a box of cookies, and a present for the white elephant gift exchange through the snow. In heels. The things you did for family.

You let out a huff as you finally made it to the porch, your mother's fist already rapping against the door. It swung open to reveal a very jolly-looking Mrs. Harrington. She looked so jolly, in fact, you were wondering if she'd been keeping the egg nog company.

"Hello!" The taller woman leaned forward to give your mother a hug as she stepped through the doorway. You were quick to follow, and the woman embraced you too. "I'm so glad you both could make it. It's been so long since I've seen you," she looked at you sincerely, "you've grown into such a beautiful young woman. And thank you for treating us with your wonderful baking."

The praise made you bashful, "oh it was no problem." It was more than no problem, but suddenly the hours spent in the kitchen seemed like just a blip. "Where can I put all this for you?"

"The kitchen is just fine, hun." Mrs. Harrington said warmly, already guiding your mother away towards the buzz of the rest of the party. Now you were stuck with both desserts, the present, and your coat was still on.

"Need some help?" Came a gentle chuckle from your right. You were glad to see Steve's familiar face.

"You might say that." You replied, relieved. He grabbed the desserts from your arms and set them on the hallway table. The present joined them soon after.

"You didn't even try to deny it." Steve joked with you lightly.

A fond, albeit irritated, smile grew on your face. "How could I when I was drowning under the weight of all the gifts I came bearing?" He huffed a laugh. After you took off your coat, he grabbed it and traveled down the hallway, entering a door to his left. When he stepped out he walked back to you and all the stuff you brought.

"What's in these anyways?" Steve asked.

"Well, the circular one is a pie." The look he gave you in return was highly amusing. A smile grew on your face. "Caramel apple pie, Chocolate Chip Pecan cookies, and you'll just have to wait until the gift exchange to find out about the last one."

"You made all that?" He asked, impressed. He grabbed both desserts and gestured for you to follow him down the hallway.

"I didn't make this." You said, holding up the wrapped present.

"That's too bad, you would've been a double threat," Steve said simply. He dodged tipsy businessmen to set the desserts in the middle of the kitchen counter.

You were hot on his heels. "Excuse me?" Steve didn't reply for a bit, removing the foil from the pie and untying the ribbon that secured the cookie box's lid.

"Yeah- baking and knitting." He clarified, finally turning to look at you.

"Knitting?" You asked, perplexed.

Steve said your name as if you were dumb. "Clearly that," his head nodded towards the present in your arms, "is a blanket." Your eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

"What?!" You demanded in a hushed whisper, "how did you-?"

He cut you off in an instant, "it's blanket shaped." He was dead serious. "Everyone always brings blankets."

You felt a little dumb now. "Really?" You asked, still whispering.

"Yes." He confirmed, nodding gingerly.

"Wait- you thought I hand knitted this blanket?" You asked him, skeptical.

"You made everything else. I wouldn't be surprised." He said simply. You nodded your head in acceptance. "Oh speaking of the present- we have to put it below the tree." Steve started walking out of the kitchen, leaving you no choice but to follow. In his father's study, you were hit with the scent of fresh pine. The tree was smaller than the one in the living room but arguably more beautiful.

"This is where the gift exchange is," Steve told you, gesturing towards the rest of the gifts below the tree.

"How many of them do you think are blankets?" You asked as you placed yours to accompany the rest. Steve paused to think for a moment.

"I'm counting at least four right now." A loud laugh escaped you at his confident response.

"Well then let's hope the blanket my mom got outshines all the rest." You rejoined him as he began to walk out of the office.

"Hmmm, I don't know," Steve started. He stopped and looked around the hallway, then gestured for you to come closer. "I heard Mr. Milton talking about Peruvian Alpaca fur earlier." He whispered conspiratorially. Your eyes widened.

"Where does your dad find these people?" Came your hushed reply. Steve chuckled and started walking again. He opened up the basement door, starting down the stairs.

You followed him promptly, eager to escape meeting a bunch of business professionals. "Luring me away from the party, Harrington?" You joked. "How scandalous."

"Please," he scoffed, "you would've drowned yourself in the punch bowl if I'd left you up there with the vultures."

You hummed in agreement, "true." His basement hardly looked different from the last time you'd been there, "but what down here will keep me from that same fate?"

Steve shrugged and plopped down on the couch. "A Christmas movie?"

"Sounds good to me." You said, dropping yourself on the other end. "You had one in mind?"

He hesitated for a minute. "Gremlins?"

You let out a chuckle, "alright." He set it up while you grabbed the lights.

About halfway through the movie, the noise from upstairs died down. "Hey, do you think it's safe to go up and get a snack?" Steve turned to look at you, then towards his watch.

"Yeah, they should be doing the gift exchange right now." He paused the movie and hopped up. You followed his lead and started climbing the stairs. "We should be quiet though unless you want them to rope you in." You smiled and lightened your footsteps.

Entering the kitchen, you were quick to grab a plate and start loading it with desserts. "You want anything?" You whispered to him.

"Grab some of the cookies you made," he whispered back. He was filling up two cups with some punch. You gave him a thumbs up and continued adding to your plate.

All of a sudden you heard approaching steps. The two of you looked at each other with wide eyes, Steve quickly putting the cups down. He grabbed your hand and whisked you out of the kitchen while you tried to smother your snickering. He glared at you in the hallway as you were trying to contain your laughter. His mother was rifling through the kitchen very loudly. Your amusement was contagious, and he'd started to shake with laughter as well.

"Found them!" You heard her shout to the rest of the guests as she went to rejoin them. It took both you and Steve a few seconds to stop laughing.

"Do you think it's safe to go get our snacks now?" He whispered to you, closer than he had been in a while.

"Most likely." You whispered back, seriously.

"You know what?" He asked. "Maybe we should stay here a little longer, just to be safe." You felt a smile growing but rolled your eyes at him anyways. As you did you caught a glimpse of what you'd been standing under.

Steve promptly followed your gaze. "I swear I didn't do that." He rushed to explain the mistletoe, still speaking softly. "My mom hangs it up, I swear did not plan-"

"Steve," you interrupted, amused by his reaction, "I know." He practically did a double take.

"You do?" He whispered back.

"Yeah," you assured him. "I know you wouldn't do that" Steve gave you a confused look. You sighed and explained yourself, "ever since you came to school looking like you'd been used as a punching bag, you've seemed more like yourself than you have in a long time." You looked at him earnestly as you inched closer. "And that Steve, the sweet one- who tied my shoes for me before I knew how, he could've only ended up here by pure luck."

You put your hand on his cheek, "so Merry Christmas, Harrington." You said softly, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his lips. He gently wrapped an arm around your waist, returning it. As you pulled back you put your hands on his chest. "I have to tell you though, I'm seriously doubting Gremlin's validity as a Christmas movie." A wide grin cracked his face, as he shook his head and pulled you back in for another kiss.

[taechaos]

Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 15 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Leaving Hawkins

“Billy, I can't close this one.” You whine, pushing your baggage and trying to pull the zipper.

“Do you really need all that?” He asks, gesturing at your two huge pieces of baggage, and the one you can't close, a bit smaller.

“Yes. These are my clothes and stuff. We're moving out, I'll need all of it.” Batting your eyelashes, you take Billy's hand. “Just help me close it, please?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically before working on your stuff. And there's a small pile of clothes that won't let it close. “I'll rip the zipper if I push it further.” As he speaks, he takes off what's on the way and the thing closes down easily.

“What am I going to do?”

“I have a bag you can use. But we'll have to drive back to my place before hitting the road.”

“Hitting the road...” You mutter, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Something wrong?”

“No, I just... Can't believe it.” Looking down at your hands, you sigh. “I was expecting this moment for so long and now is actually happening. I'm going to college. We're both going to college. Together. And this is–”

“Amazing.” He finishes off for you, sitting by your side. “(Y/N), I... I've heard from some people that I'd never be anyone. That I'd have a miserable life and I swear I didn't care. I was fine with it but now it's different. Now I have you and I want to give you the whole world.”

“You already do.” Tracing the outline of his jaw, you stare into his blue eyes. “And the future that waits for us will be great. You'll be an amazing Marine Biologist...” As you speak, you move to sit on his lap, arms around his neck. “...And I'll be an awesome Architect. And our kids will know their parents are soulmates, meant to be together.”

“Pretty girl, you couldn't be more right.” And he claims your lips on a kiss, fast and needy, that has to be cut off way too soon because of the footsteps coming towards the bedroom.

“Kids, it's getting late.” She says, and before she can come in, you stand up. “I don't mean to kick you out but the road to California is long and you have a certain time to reach the hotels you'll be sleeping in and–” She stops talking suddenly, swallowing hard. “Baby, I'm gonna miss you.” She pulls you into a hug, way too tight. “Call me from the hotels and the moment you set foot in California, hear me? I'll visit you as soon as I get my days off.“

“Alright, mom.” Giggling, you pull away. “We're ready to go. We'll have to stop at Billy's to get another bag but that's it. I'm officially leaving Hawkins.”

“Dear God, I thought this day would never come.” She mutters but helps you with the baggage anyway.

At the sidewalk, she hugs you and Billy once again, holding you for way too long. But you don't blame her. One day, it'll be you saying goodbye to your kids, and you know you'll feel the same.

“Hargrove, take care of her.” She says, finally letting you go. “Make sure she's eating well, and watch out for her allergies and–”

“Mom, Billy will take care of me just fine. And I'll take care of him as well.” You assure her, giving her one last kiss on the cheek before getting inside the car.

And then, Billy starts driving.

It's not like your leaving Hawkins yet, but you are leaving your house and your mother.

Holding back the tears, your take Billy's hand. “The first day of the rest of our lives.” You mutter, looking at the houses passing by.

“It'll be wonderful.”

Nodding, you smile. “It sure will.”

Twenty minutes later your stopping by his house for the last time. But there's something you notice immediately. And so does Billy, as all his body gets tense.

Neil's car is here.

“Wait here, alright?” You quickly nod, but before he can leave the car, you pull him towards you, just to kiss him.

You've never met Neil. Billy doesn't want you anywhere near that devil of a man. And you're alright with it. As you watch him leaving the car and getting inside the house, you regret making him do that just to get you some stupid bag.

On the day Billy finally told you everything, about who his father really is and what he did, you saw your boyfriend cry for the first time. And on that night you held him, not giving a damn to what would happen if your mother caught him in your bedroom. He needed you.

>>>>>>>>>>>> And maybe he needs you< now.>

Taking a deep breath, you step out of the car, and when you reach the porch, you hear a yell. Your heart skips a beat as you run for the door, but on the moment you open it, Billy is already coming out, a black bag in his hand. He stops when he sees you, eyes going wide.

“B, are you alright?” You ask in a soft voice.

“I am, pretty girl. C'mon.” He walks out, taking your hand.

“So this is the plaything you're using this time.” The voice, harsh and loud, comes from inside the house. Both you and Billy stop, turning around. “Sweet little thing. Don't ruin her life as you did with yours.”

“I'll never understand what kind of sick pleasure you have on stepping on me!” Billy yells, moving forward, but not letting go of your hand. “There are a lot of things I should say to you but I just realized it doesn't matter. You don't matter.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “You won't say anything because you know I'm right.” Neil laughs, eyeing you up and down as if you were nothing. Neil thinks everyone is nothing. < Because that's what he sees every time he looks in the mirror.>

>>>>>>>>>> “I won't say anything because it doesn't matter. Because <you> doesn't matter.” Billy says, squeezing your hand a little. Stepping closer, you lay your forehead on his shoulder, just so he knows you're here, with him. “There are much more important things in my life right now, and it finally made me see who you are and who I am. And I'm so much more than you.”

You can't believe the words coming off his mouth.

And you can't believe you have a part in it. In this change, in this strength.

“You're just a–”

“He's just an amazing man.” You decide to speak, locking eyes with Billy before looking at Neil. “Billy is everything, and you're nothing. Just a sad, mediocre man, who needs to make others feel bad just so you feel better about yourself.”

“I'm leaving now, father.” Billy spits the last word as if it was poison in his mouth. “And I don't want or need you in my life. In our lives.” And he starts walking again, and just before you turn around, you notice a bruise forming on Neil's face. “Hope I'll never see you again.”

A river of profanities leaves Neil's lips, in yells and curses. You keep an eye on Billy, checking if he wants to go back there. To kick him in the gut or something, but Billy is oddly... Peaceful. As he drives away. For good.

“...B.” You say in a low voice, reaching out a hand to touch the nape of his neck. “Are you alright?”

Sighing, he glances at you. “I am.” There isn't a hint of doubt in his voice. “Today I just... He started yelling and I started to feel like before but them... Then I thought about you. And it just clicked.” There are tears in your eyes, and you don't even try to hold them back. “You showed me how good life can be. And the man I want to be, for you. Because you deserve all the love world and I'll give it to you. Through studying, having a good job, and building a life together. Getting married and having kids. All of it. I want all of it... With you.”

“I love you.” You whisper, wiping some tears away. Luckily, he's forced to stop at the red light, and you get the chance to lean on him, kissing all over his face until your lips finally meet his. “I love you, B.”

“Love you too, pretty girl.” He replies, looking up at you on your awkward position, kinda on him, but not really. “I–” He's cut off by some idiot blasting the horns behind.

Rolling your eyes, you go back to your seat as Billy starts moving again. “Don't even bother, we'll have a lot of time to make out.”

“I'm counting on it.” With a wink and a sassy smirk, Billy makes you blush and smile again, as you both cross the sign that says ‘Leaving Hawkins’.

The road is long, and the next years will certainly be difficult. But as long as you're together, you can take it all.

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[1800-omi]

scared.

characters: sakusa x reader

warnings/genre: liberal use of italics, female reader, swearing, angst, fluff

notes: i tried to proof read as much as possible i swear

Saying Sakusa Kiyoomi was good-looking was an understatement. Everything — from his soft skin to the way his perfect black curls fell on his forehead to his deep brown eyes — looked amazing on him. From that description alone one might say Kiyoomi is feminine, but his well built body and strong jaw say otherwise. He was pretty. Perfect balance between masculine and feminine. With that said, you couldn’t understand how Sakusa Kiyoomi had eyes for you when everyone else had eyes for him.

In fact, Kiyoomi not only had the looks, but he had the smarts too. He had perfect grades, had won so many awards, so many certificates. He had been at the top of his class ever since primary school. You weren’t sure whether there was something he has not achieved. He is the golden boy every family wanted, so when your family found out you were dating him you could say they were more than pleased.

Having known him for more than 3 years and having dated him for 2 years, you knew that being Sakusa Kiyoomi’s partner wasn’t easy. To others, you weren’t Y/N, you were Sakusa’s girlfriend. The perfect girlfriend for the perfect boy, always by his side, always supporting him. This was not necessarily a bad thing, but at times you thought whether you’d ever be more than just someone’s girlfriend. Not to mention, were you just an accessory to him too? When with him, you had this terrible desire to be loved, and still there was a horrible fear of being left behind.

Once again, you decide to put all these thoughts and insecurities aside. Letting out a soft sigh, you open the door of the café you were supposed to be meeting your boyfriend. The edge of the door shakes a little bell, causing it to ring, alerting the people in the café that someone has entered. You look around the place, eyes searching for your boyfriend.

The café was decorated beautifully, with big lilac plants planted in vases placed at the corners of the room. Each table had a little vase with a small flower on it, you never were sure whether all of them were real or not. The metal chairs were each coloured differently and looked quite vintage, each of them had a cushion placed on top of it, to make it more comfortable. The pastry and desserts the café offered also smelled wonderful. This place calmed your nerves the moment you stepped in which is why it was your favourite place to spend time in.

Looking around the café, you see Kiyoomi sitting at your usual place, at the corner. You make your way to the table he’s sitting at and sit in front of him.

“Hello, love,” he says the moment you take a seat, “how was your day?”

You take your bag off and put it on the empty chair beside you. “My day was good. I'm quite tired, though.”

“Not getting proper sleep again?” he raised an eyebrow, “you do know that's not healthy, right?”

Another thing Sakusa Kiyoomi likes to do is make sure you’re living as much of a healthy and perfect life as he is. You knew he did this out of love but sometimes you couldn't help but feel as if you couldn't keep up with him and his perfect lifestyle.

“Yes, I know. Don’t worry, I did get sleep, I just didn't get my daily coffee today.” That was a lie. You were up all night studying for your exams. The exams you have not studied nearly enough for because of the responsibilities that came with being the cheerleader’s captain.

“That’s good then.” A waitress walked to the table you were sitting in, placing two coffees and two slices of cake on it, one for each of you. “I ordered for us, I hope you don't mind.” He says and he removes his mask getting ready to sip his coffee.

“Thank you, you always know what I like.” you smile at him before looking down at your slice of cake, grabbing a fork and begging to eat it.

You see Kiyoomi grab his phone and swipe a few times all before opening his mouth and saying. “The exam results are out.”

With that, you feel your stomach turn and you get hit by a sudden wave of anxiety. You are not sure whether or not you want to check your results right now. You know you did not do well, but you can't just stand there staring at your cake either. You slowly pick up your phone, hands slightly shaking. Kiyoomi doesn't notice this, actually, he does not know this side of you at all.

He sees you swipe a couple of times, all before freezing and gulping. You’re praying he doesn't ask about your grade, so you try to ask him questions instead. “So, what did you get?” you put your phone down and put both your hands on your lap, playing with your fingers under the table.

“Maximum points, as usual,” he answers, making your stomach feel even sicker.

“That’s amazing! Congratulation—”

“What about you?” he interrupts you, his dark brown eyes staring into yours.

“I did, um, I did alright!” you stutter, forcing a smile at him. You were proud of your grade, but you knew he would not feel the same. It wasn't even his opinion on his grade that mattered to you, it was the fact he did better than you. You used all the free time you had for studying, you truly gave it your all, and yet here you are, second, again.

“Let me check.” before you could protest, he grabs your phone.

“No, Kiyoomi, ” by the time the words left your mouth he’s already swiped a couple times.

He opens his mouth and lets out a soft sigh, a soft sigh that almost went unnoticed by you. “You know, I’m gonna need to tutor you more often.”

Here he goes, once again, making your heart ache. Making you feel so small, so useless, so ashamed. He does not know that you were expecting way worse. He does not know that if you didn't have him, you would be way happier with your results. To him, your efforts are small, so, so small. This feeling has been going on for years now, you can’t remember whether there was ever a time where you didn't feel like the second-best beside him. He made you feel so pathetic, it made you angry and unbearably sad.

“Actually, no, I don't think I need your tutoring. I did quite well.”

“I know you did, but you could’ve done better.”

“Oh? Well, I didn’t and I’m proud of my results.” You raised your voice slightly. Your tone made it seem like you were trying to prove something wrong even though there was nothing to prove him wrong.

He could sense you were mad at him and he didn’t even know why, which made him angry too. “What’s with the attitude? It’s not my fault you didn’t study. You literally had weeks to do it.”

That did it. You were at the edge of breaking. “You know what? You’re right, it’s not your fault. I was the one wasting time coming to all your games and getting your cheerleading squad ready. I was the one wasting time supporting you and your dumb fucking team.” At the end of the sentence, your voice broke and your vision was getting blurry by your tears. By now, everyone else in the café was staring at the argument go down. “Next time, I won’t even fucking bother.” You grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, trying to sob as quietly as possible.

His eyes had widened at your response. He put his head on his hands and whispered, “Fuck, I messed up.”

It had been two weeks since you last talked to Kiyoomi and there was not a day that passed in which you had not thought of your fight with him. Whenever you thought about what went down you felt sick. Yet here you are, sitting on your desk, homework waiting to be finished in front of you while you think about it again. All Kiyoomi was trying to do was help you, how could you be so selfish? How could you let your jealousy take over? Your failures are not his fault. You should’ve just studied, but you’re so fucking useless you can't even do that properly. Regret and anxiety had consumed you. Seeing him in the hallways of the school didn't help. You weren't sure what was going on with your relationship anymore, is he breaking up with you? Once again you were dragged away from these thoughts by the sound of knocking on your bedroom door. You shake your head, trying to make yourself sound as normal as possible before talking, “Come in!” you say, looking back at the homework in front of you.

“Hey, ” You’re shocked to hear a voice that didn't belong to any of your family members. You turn around to see Kiyoomi. “Your mom told me to come up, sorry if I'm interrupting.”

“No, it's alright.” you stay quiet, not sure whether you're gonna continue this conversation normally or not. Should you apologise? Should he be the one to apologise?

“I’m sorry,” Kiyoomi speaks up and continues before you can reply. “Can I sit down?” You nod and get up from your desk as he sits down on your bed. You sit down next to him and speak.

“ 'm sorry as well.”

“No, you don't have anything to apologise for. I shouldn't have said what I said.”

“No, you don't understand, it's my fault. I, ” you start tearing up, “I was so selfish and I was jealous and, and–”

“Jealous? Of what?”

“Of everything! I mean, you’re so perfect and you achieve everything you want to and I’m just so terrified of being left behind. I'm so terrified of always being second.”

“Love,” he pulled you into his arms, making you start sobbing.

“And I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish. I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better girlfriend, I’m so sorry.” You manage to get out through the sobs. “It’s just that these thoughts have been hurting me so, so much. I don’t think I can take it.”

He kept hugging you as he answered. “Love, I couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend. You’re always so supportive and I know you always try your best.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, “I’m sorry for making you feel this way. Please know that to me, you’ll always be the first. I love you.” You hadn't expected Kiyoomi to say anything, he had always been the type to just let his presence comfort you. The fact he’s trying to reach out to you with his words made you realise how much you meant to him.

“I love you too.” you wipe your tears. “Thank you, Omi.”

Instead of replying, he kisses you. You missed his soft lips on yours, you missed the feeling of having him so close to you. You missed feeling so loved, feeling so important to someone and at the same time having someone who’s just as important to you. You missed him.

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