#calculus as a whole is ugh

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Don't know if you want to talk about that so feel free to ignore - but what topic will your math exam be about?

good to talk about anything! it’s on calculus :/

[astrae4]

A LADY’S GUIDE TO SECURING A MAN WITH BROAD SHOULDERS | park sungho

pairings — park sungho x reader (non idol au)

genre — (wc: 1.5k) fluff, romance 😼, strangers to lovers, fast-burn

warnings — ur kinda stalking him.. a bit…

note — HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SUNGHO!!! Guys i lowk want a man with shoulders as broad as his 🙁 is that too much to ask.. ALSO DANGEROUS WAS SO GOOD!!! The song teases too omg..right in my alley. I cannot wait for the album drop 😋😋

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YOU SWEAR YOU’VE NEVER BEEN this interested in gyms before. Yeah, sure, you’re sporty. But gym sporty? Yeah no—that’s another level of torture.

Right now though…man you might just change your mind. You do one more bench press, super slow with your focus elsewhere—namely, the mirror on your right that shows a small reflection of the most scrumptious man you have ever seen in your life.

Those shoulders? Good gosh, they’d be perfect for your hands to rest on, agree?

(And the crowd screams yes!!!)

This was how you started being more consistent in the gym. Currently in week three and you’re so proud that you’re broken your world record of gym streaks.

You’ve decided then: you’re going to get him.

There was just one slight problem to this equation… you don’t have any courage to talk to him.

All you know are three facts:

His name was Park Sungho (how’d you know?you overheard a friend of his call him once. You’re not a creep, okay!!)

He had the most gorgeous shoulders known to mankind.

You want him.

Okay so maybe the third one isn’t really a fact—and you swear (cross your heart!) that your infatuation with him isn’t merely because his eyes are as twinkly as the moon, nor because his lips were plump and not crusty like most men, nor is it also because his voice is just…

Anyways! You get what I mean.

That was how you ended up ranting everything to your friend Sanghyeok—which apparently calls himself Riwoo now because he said he felt more cool and mysterious with that name. ( ok get it our nonchalant dread head!! )

“Park Sungho??” Asked Riwoo, startled once you blurted everything, “you mean the one with the pointy nose and sweet voice?”

You paused and raised an eyebrow at him, “duh? Have you been listening this whole time?”

“No not like that—you mean Park Sungho in class 19.99 right? He’s in your calculus class, dummy.”

“Wait—WHAT.”

Riwoo threw you a deadass stare, before fishing a muffin out his pocket and shoving his face in it. Perhaps he knew you too well as you started shaking him for answers.

”Just go approach him—”

”I can’t!”

”Then stop talking to me about it!”

“Please, my-Ri-to-the-woo—”

”UGH FINE! But no promises and you buy me a dozen donuts tomorrow.”

”Deal!”

You didn’t get him that dozen of donuts, but Lee Sanghyeok, being the good friend he is, still ended up conversing with his Sungho hyung in their shared dance class for you.

Luckily for you, he managed to score a hangout—the three of you—for next Wednesday over coffee and desserts.

Finally, with all the gears set in, you could start with ‘diary entry 1: A LADY’S GUIDE TO SECURING A MAN WITH BROAD SHOULDERS’

(yes, it’s meant to be this long)

1. A lady hints, not talks

The first ever step-slash-rule to secure a man is to give hints. Yes, hints. No way are YOU the one to make the first move, you hear me ladies? 😒 If he doesn’t pick up on the clues, then you drop!

Wednesday came. And boy, it came with a lot of nervousness, I tell you! But you were ready. Dropped in the cutest fit you have—a pair of jeans with a puffy dress on top (THIS COMBO>>>)—you were absolutely ready to charm Park Sungho.

It took you a while, but you made it on time (5 minutes late) to the cafe, Riwoo and Sungho conversing already at a table near the windows. Riwoo was the first to see you, sending a wave. You returned it, and right after, Sungho sent you one too—albeit less dramatic. Your smile turned up a bit more before sending a smaller wave back to him.

”Hi guys! Sorry if I’m late.”

”It’s okay, we just came,” replied Riwoo, “this is Sungho, my friend in Dance. Sungho, this is my best friend, [reader]”

Sungho stood up to shake your hand, and you both exchanged ‘nice to meet you’(s).

”Let me get coffee real quick!” You told them, before going to the cashier.

After you ordered, you went back to your seat.

“How are you these days, [reader]?” asked Riwoo

”Good, although I think I overworked my feet yesterday, It hurts slightly,” you replied, which by the way, was a big fat lie.

“Ah, is it doing better now?” asked Sungho, who was deeply concerned.

”It should be, I think,” you replied shortly.

More small talk was made before your order number got called. You went up to get it but before you could fully stand—

“I’ll get it for you, [reader],” answered Sungho.

“Huh?” both you and Riwoo replied in shock.

“You should rest your feet since they might still be in pain if you overexert it,” he replied simply.

“Oh there’s really no need, Sungho—“ you denied at first despite the fact that you were internally giggling.

“Please, I insist,” He replied with a smile that almost melted you on the spot, before taking your receipt and heading to the cashier.

It was silent for a moment before your eyes met Riwoo’s, and his met yours. Both of you kicked each other’s feet before suppressing a big fat grin.

2. a lady takes no risks

consult God (or a fortune teller if you’re not religious) to make sure this man is for you. Use the mind, not the heart.

“Okay,” You muttered to yourself like a nutjob, “IF. And only IF he is the one…um..” you paused your prayer for a second because you had no idea what to say.

You decided to just settle for the classic, “Please send me a sign, amen.”

And with that, you fixed your hair and applied pink lip gloss before leaving the house.

Step after steps, you kept thinking of him until you reached the actual library. You took a deep breath before going in. You were early this time, but it seems that Park Sungho has a matter of showing up super early, because he’s already there—sitting in a seat near the windows.

He had his back facing you, so you snuck up on him quietly before placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Sungho,” you muttered quietly, and he jolted, spinning around to look at you fast.

Were you delusional, or is he staring at you?

“Sungho..?” you repeated.

That seemed to jolt him out of his state, “Oh, [reader]—yes, sorry for that. I was out of it—“

You giggled before taking a seat beside him, “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

There wasn’t much small talk after that, as you both seemed focused and determined to do well on your project. Mid-way, however, a crash followed by a yelp took you out of your very focused state. You turned to see Sungho—only, a book fell on top of his head.

“Sorry!” said a boy above you looking down on the rails. You both seemed to recognize him as Myung Jaehyun, who’s also in your shared calc class together.

“Why that—“ said Sungho, before he gives you a quick brb and went upstairs; probably to murder Jaehyun.

You picked up the book on the ground, and then stilled when you read the title.

‘The Sign’ by Robert Van Kampen.

Oh.

I mean, you’re not opposing now, are you?

3. A lady enjoys the reaps that she sowed

Get rizzed up all night by a nice guy (stream nice guy!!!)

“I love your shoulders,” you muttered at him, a hand on his bicep.

2 months had passed since you first dated each other.

”Oh yeah?” He replied, but his words seemed unfocused and disconnected—I mean, who can blame him when you’re sitting on him, looking so cute after you both just made out.

“Mhm,” you answered once more.

”Tell me more,” He asked.

You did, but midway you realized he was just looking over your lips—not paying attention. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you even list—“

He cut you off with another kiss. It lasted a while before he pulled away once more.

”Can’t believe I’m yours,” He whispered, smiling goofily.

You giggled. Yeah, Park Sungho’s yours. The man with broad shoulders is yours.

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[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 21

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Pegging  | Size Difference

Writers notes: we are gathered here today for our yearly tradition of pegging Isaac. First things first he is 100% getting fucked while in his little dress. That's really so you need to know.  Please enjoy.

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"This is embarrassing," Isaac grits his teeth.

"Aww, I think you look adorable," you fluff out the skirt.

"I look ridiculous!"

Isaac lost a bet with Arthur and Dazai and now he has to wear this frilly dress that they picked out for him. There was no way Isaac was going to win. All odds were against him.

"You're cute," you smile bright at him and fix some of the lace around the dress so it lays right. "I wouldn't mind bending you over and flipping up that skirt."

You look back up at his face and see that it is bright red from your comment.

"Now I really don't want them to see me!"

He tries pushing down the skirt you just fluffed out, wanting to make it any bit longer. You sigh and hold his hands.

"You're the one who made the bet with them. Seriously. I'm not sure why you keep agreeing on bets with them."

"They tricked me," he pouts.

"They always do."

There's no way you're smarter than Isaac. Isaac Newton. The man who invented calculus and physics, discovered gravity and whatever the hell else he managed to do.

You place a frilly headband on his head that matches the dress and then fluff out his hair. "There. So cute."

"Ugh...might as well get this over with. Stay here. I'll need help getting out of it."

You were going to go with him, but you do as he says and stay in his room while he goes down the hall.

You sit on his bed and not even a minute goes by before you hear yelling.

"Why Newt you look adorable!"

You laugh to yourself. You can see the look on Isaac's face right now. He's got to be bright red and super flustered.

You're a little jealous you aren't the only one who got to see him in that.

Isaac was gone longer than you expected, and probably longer than he expected. He comes into his room with a loud groan.

"Get this off me."

"Aww. But I want to look at you for a bit longer," you're admiring him in his little frilly dress, and how he looks so much smaller with a corset around his body.

Isaac walks over to you with a pout. "You're having dirty thoughts, aren't you," he pokes the middle of your forehead.

You're sure it's written all over your face. You are staring after all.

"Maybe a few," you move closer to the edge of the bed and pull him onto your lap. He doesn't argue about it, surprisingly. You fluff out the skirt to make it easier for him to sit and take the head band off of him.

"I don't see how you find this... cute."

"Because you're all flustered, and shy, and this corset really makes your waist look smaller,' you can't help but grab his waist when you say that, getting him to blush more.  "Plus you're simply cute."

You kiss him a few times until he finally starts kissing you back. Your hands relax on him, falling down to his hips.

With how your arms are, be doesn't have much of anywhere to put his arms other than over your shoulders. You start lifting up his skirt, grabbing his bare hips at first. Isaac lets out a small moan. You don't think he meant to but it let you know that you could keep going.

Your hands lower, grabbing his ass. His body jerks a little, whining into your mouth. He tenses up a little, knowing exactly what you're going to do, but clearly wanting it if he isn't pushing you away.

Giving him what he wants, you push a finger into him. That's when he breaks the kiss, moaning. His forehead rests on your shoulder while your finger teases him, barely giving any satisfaction.

"I think you belong in a little dress with as much as you like to take it."

"S-stop th-that."

He may like it, but he doesn't want to hear about it. Your finger goes deeper, getting him to yelp. As badly as you want I add another finger, any more than one and you need to get the lube, and at that point you might as well get the strap.

Your finger curls in him and his hips jerk. You can start to see a little tent being made under the skirt.

"Looks like someone is hard."

"D-don't look!"

Getting flustered his hands immediately come down to hide his boner, trying to get the skirt flat.

"I won't look at all if that means I can bend you over."

He's flushed, but you can already feel his legs shaking. You know he wants it, but he hates admitting it.

"Come on. Say it," you giggle lightly.

He keeps his head down, burying his face more into your neck. "P-please."

"Please what?"

He paused for a moment as if he's building up the courage to say it. "Please... Fuck m-me."

"Gladly," when he moves his head to get off your lap you kiss him.

He gets up feeling embarrassed, but you quickly get your clothes off. He tries to keep pushing the dress down.

"I hope you know I'm never wearing this again."

"That's why I need to take it all in now."

You go to him and kiss him roughly. "But are you sure you won't put it on again, just for me?"

"N-no!"

You laugh a little. "Maybe a little school girl outfit so I can still flip up a skirt."

"You're so perverted."

"I didn't hear a no," you kiss him again. "Turn around for me handsome."

As soon as he turns around you slap his ass. He yelps, not expecting that yet. You bend him over his desk and flip up the frilly skirt.

With two fingers covered in lube you start to stretch him. He holds so to the edge of the desk and moans. He adjusts his footing making sure he's not going to fall. You hold the skirt up so that he doesn't fall as your fingers do in and out of him, stretching him just enough.

Isaac bites his lip to hold back moans for now. He can't be too loud just yet. But once your fingers start to curl he can't help it. At this point you know all the spots he likes and how to get him the loudest.

Once it seems like enough you pull your hand back, and with lube on the strap you hold his hips to keep him still.

You watch the dildo disappear into him. Isaac moans through his teeth.

"You've gotten so good at taking me."

"Ungh. K-keep moving."

Yes, princess," you chuckle. Gripping both sides of his hips you start thrusting into him. He quickly relaxes, the pleasure taking over him.

Isaac grips the desk tighter and raises his ass up a little more. You thrust in a little deeper and hear his breathing hitch.

"You know. I'm a little upset that anyone else even got to see you," you lean down against his back to tell closer to his ear. Your thrusts are getting shorter but rougher.

"But oh how would I have loved to fuck you first and let you walk out there limping."

He moans as if he likes the idea.

"Cum and lube dripping down your legs, because I wouldn't clean you up. You would have had to hope no one noticed."

"Y-you wouldn't," he pants.

"Guess we'll never know," the hand that still has lube on it let's his hip go and moves under rhin to start rubbing his cock.

His hips buck into you, getting you to thrust into him harder.

"I hope you didn't plan on returning the dress," you're pretty sure that if there isn't already precum on it, then you will definitely be getting lube and cum on it.

The lube mixes with the precum, slicking up his cock, making it easier to handle and slide your hand across. Making a circle with your fingers, you wrap your hand around his shaft and tighten the circle and you rub him.

Your thrusts are slowing and his legs are starting to shake. Isaac is biting his tongue hard so that no one outside the room could hear him.

"Oh come on. Let me hear how good you feel."

You sit up so you're able to pull back more. The dildo is nearly pulled out before you thrust back into him, pushing him into his desk. Luckily nothing was laying on top, or else it would be all over the floor by now.

His panting gets heavier and his legs shake more, letting you know he's close. He finally lets his tongue go to moan when he cums, getting it all over the front of the skirt.

To help him get it all out you thrust a few more times before pulling out

He lays on the desk trying to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" He seems to be having a harder time than usual to catch up.

"Get...get this damn cor-corset off me."

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Whatcha doing?”

Keith’s voice right next to his ear startles Lance a bit, making Keith laugh quietly. Lance feels the rumble of it in his shoulder, where Keith is resting his head to peer at his work.

“My math homework.”

Lance feels rather than sees Keith make a face. “That’s not math. I don’t see a single number in all that. I don’t even see letters.”

Lance chuckles. “It’s just calculus, babe. It’s mostly symbols, sure, but still math.”

“Ugh.” Keith pulls away after pressing a kiss to Lance’s cheek, shaking his head. “That’s disgusting.” He starts haphazardly shoving his fancy pencils into their case, then into his backpack, followed by his sketchbook. “Your horrible homework made me lose my desire to do anything and everything school related.”

Shaking his head fondly, Lance returns his gaze to his worksheet. “You’re such a dork. It’s only math.”

“The fact that you can look at those equations and they not only mean something to you, but they make sense, blows my mind every day. I’m still half convinced you’re a witch.”

“Now is that the math, or the fact that I’ve put a spell on your heart?”

“Boo,” Keith says, cupping his hands around his mouth. “That was garbage. I’m reporting you to the horrible pun police.”

“Stop making me laugh,” Lance says, throwing an eraser at Keith’s head. “You’re distracting me.”

“Yeah, yeah, Doctor McClain. You could skip every single one of your lectures and still pass with a 95.”

Lance flushes, pleased by both the compliment and Keith calling him doctor. As much as he knows Keith is teasing — he absolutely does need to attend class, Lord above — his boyfriend’s faith in him always makes his insides all soft and squishy.

But he has an assignment to do. He’ll kiss his amazingly supportive boyfriend after.

Lance gets in the zone, so focused on problem after problem that he forgets where he is. Hell, he pretty much forgets that he has a mortal body. His brain is 100% Greek letters and the occasional graph. And Lance likes it that way. He likes math, and not in the cheesy Cady Heron ‘math is just the same in every language’ kind of way. He just thinks that so long as he’s doing it right, figuring out puzzles is fun, in the same way some people like writing, or drawing. There are annoying parts, sure — modular functions are stupid as hell and can kiss his whole ass — but for the most part, he’s a biomed engineering major for a reason. He has shit to design, and he’s only getting there if he understands how the world fits together.

Something small hitting him square in the head snaps him out of his focus.

“You are being absorbed into your textbook,” Keith informs him. “I’m losing ya, space cadet.”

Lance shakes his head a little, blinking. He realises suddenly that, holy shit, his eyes are burning. And his throat is as dry as the desert. And he’s starving. And his muscles are cramped.

“Jesus,” he says, “how long have I been sitting here?”

Keith shrugs, but his attention is no longer on Lance. “Dunno. My phone died forever ago, so that means either two minutes or two hours. I could not tell you.”

Lance snorts. He knows part of Keith’s ADHD means he’s not great with time. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. They’ve been here long enough that it’s long past time to take a break.

“What’ve you been doing, then?” Lance asks as he starts collecting his things to put away. “If your phone’s been dead.”

“Foldin’ stuff,” Keith replies absent-mindedly, tongue peeking out of his mouth as he does, indeed, fold some papers. Lance finally gets all his stuff packed away and then turns his full attention to Keith, humming curiously. Keith, like with everything artsy, is amazing at origami, and Lance is always amazed at how he takes a piece of scrap paper and makes a mini-sculpture.

“Like what?”

“Made you this bouquet,” Keith says. His attention is still mostly on the tiny square of pink paper in front of him, but he reaches over to the empty chair next to him and blindly searches for something. He makes a triumphant noise when he finds it, and sets a brightly coloured bouquet of intricately folded paper flowers on the table.

Lance gasps, carefully picking it up and looking at it closely. Each flower is folded to perfection, crisp lines and gentle bends in the paper making perfect imitations of Lance’s favourite flowers: golden dandelions, pink peonies, deep orange poppies.

“Holy shit, Keith,” Lance breathes. He looks at his boyfriend with wide eyes. “This is… these are gorgeous!”

Keith glances away from his project for a moment to shoot Lance a big, goofy grin. “Glad you like ‘em. They’re almost as pretty as you.”

“Charmer,” Lance says, rolling his eyes, but the ruddiness of his cheeks give him away. Keith knows it, too, grinning wider.

“This is for you, too,” he says, making a final fold on the pink paper. “Hold out your left hand.”

Lance does, stupidly giddy smile making his cheeks ache.

Keith has made a paper ring, folded so it makes a heart in the centre rather than a traditional circle-shaped knob. It’s as meticulously crafted as the bouquet. He slides it up Lance’s fourth finger, then presses a gentle kiss on the knuckle.

“Since you said we can’t get married until after we finish our undergrads,” Keith says, as playfully grouchy as he always is when he brings the subject up. “This will have to do.”

Lance laughs, sliding his hand from Keith’s grip so he can rest it on the side of his boyfriend’s cheek, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Keith goes cross-eyed trying to watch the movement, lips still pouted. Lance leans forward to kiss them.

“You are so dramatic,” he mumbles, still crowded in close. “One more year, okay? You can take me to the courthouse the day we graduate, if you would like.”

“Fine,” Keith huffs. He wraps his arms around Lance’s waist. “They second our caps get thrown, you hear me?”

Lance kisses him again. And again. And a third time, for good measure.

“I hear you.”

[gyusrose]

➵ hopelessly devoted -> c.y

(first person p.o.v)

⚠︎ fluff - angst

✎ non!idol au, strangers to lovers au

summary : liking the most cold- hearted boy at school is definitely a challenge, specially when you’re willing to do anything to get at least a smile out of him.

yeonjun x fem. reader

wc: 4.0k

“another present for that idiot ?” soobin exclaimed.

“yes , it is for him, and that ‘idiot’ has a name, yeonjun.” you annoyingly rolled my eyes.

it’s no secret that i like the boy, who wouldn’t ? he was probably the most handsome human i’ve ever seen in my life, and the fact that he never talk or expresses himself makes me intrigued even more.

soobin on the other hand, thinks other wise…

“________, as your best friend i can’t let you embarrass yourself like this, he’s obviously uninterested.”

“hush , he just needs a friend and maybe we can turn into lovers who knows .”

soobin just shook his head in response.

“oh look he’s there! wait here.” i say as i saw the man of my dreams sitting in a bench listening to music it seems.

my confidence started to decrease the closer i got to him, he’s capable of making my knees fall weak anytime i see him.

i had brought him a box of homemade pastries , which by the way, took way too long to make.

i stood in front of him with the box of pastries in front of me waiting for him to notice me.

he looked up into my eyes finally and took one earbud out of his ear , kind of a signaling what i was doing here.

breathe in. breathe out.

“erm, i um brought you this…it’s some pastries i made and um i hope you enjoy them? “

maybe i should’ve listened to soobin .

his expressionless face made me even more nervous as he looked between the box and me.

“i don’t like sweets.” he spoke after about a minute of just blankly staring.

oh

he doesn’t like sweets?

of course he doesn’t.

“oh alright, i get it, i’ll get going now.”

literally kill me now.

i guess soobin saw the look on my face and the box in my hands to find out what happened.

“yes you can tell me ‘i told you so’ “

“i’ve told you this very fucking time ______.”

he’s right , this isn’t a new reaction from him, every time i try to gift him something or even start a conversation i’m left with little to no answers. but why?

he’s like that with everyone , except that one firmed he’s always around, taehyun.

in contrast taehyun is very friendly, i’ve had classes with him and i’ve had a few conversations with him, i can’t put together how they’re friends.

“i’d gladly take the pastries.” soobin said before snatching the box from my hands .

“alright class you have the rest of the time remaining to practice the type of problems we went over today.” our calculus teacher said before sitting down on her desk.

“at this point i don’t know what to do. “ i said pouting.

>>

i mentally groaned.

i just don’t get it. i’ve asked for help four times already today, i don’t want to burden her.

i utterly hate math, im no good at it. im more of a literature type of person, i love reading and writing but ask me to solve a damn calculus equation and i give up.

i looked over to where yeonjun is sitting, doing the problems so effortlessly.

he’s always been at the top of class, more like the whole grade, since forever.

an idea popped in my head making me smile at the thought.

as i was ready to go up to him , someone beat me to it.

ugh of course it’s arin.

“hey yeonjun? do you think you can help me with these problems? i’m kinda stuck.”

ha good luck in getting a response buddy…

“sure what section?”

WHAT?

how come he isn’t bothered by me and not her?

if i were to go up to him , i most probably would’ve gotten rejected or simply ignored.

but i mean, i can’t judge him.

i cant compare with arin.

she was much smarter than me, much prettier , someone who’s easy to fall for.

maybe i’m the problem?

for the remainder of class i simply sat in my seat spacing off, overthinking way too much.

what have i done to him? cant he just be nice ? i’ll settle for a small smile.

i barely notice the bell ringing and everyone heading to lunch.

“what’s wrong ? you look depressed as fuck ______.” soobin said snapping me out of my thinking.

i looked around finding the classroom completely empty.

“oh shit, i’m sorry soobin, nothing happened i just felt tired, don’t worry about it.” i assuringly smiled hoping he won’t keep asking questions.

“it was yeonjun right?”

shit he knows me too well.

i just stayed in silence signaling he’s right.

“whatever it is, i assure you to not think too much about it.”

sure.

i glanced at yeonjun’s seat and saw a book.

my eyebrows furrowed as i got up and grabbed it.

i opened it to the first page to see

‘property of choi yeonjun’

nevermind that sadness i felt seconds ago, i’m not giving up.

“for fucks sake _______.” soobin practically facepalmed.

>>

after school i made sure to be one of the first people out to catch up with yeonjun.

i saw him bid his friend goodbye and go on his way.

i jogged to where he was trying to stop him , but boy did he walk fast.

when i thought i was close to him i saw him get on the bus.

kill me now.

i sighed in defeat as i saw the bus drive away with yeonjun in it.

i walked back slowly in disappointment with the dark green book on my hand.

suddenly another idea popped into my head.

i ran back to school hoping i still had a chance.

thankfully i didn’t go too far away.

i looked around frantically when i finally spotted him.

“taehyun! wait up please ! “

he looked up to see who called his name. he sweetly smiled at me and waved.

“hi ______ what’s wrong ?”

“i need a favor from you, yeonjun left his book and i’m trying to give it back, do you by any chance know where he lives?”

i hope don’t sound like a stalker .

taehyun looks at the book i’m holding an chuckles.

“ahh i see, sure i can give you his address, hopefully you’re not a serial killer in disguise.”

i punched his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“i assure you i’m not.”

>>

“318”

“319”

“aha! 320”

holy shit…

this boy was stupidly rich.

even though it’s not unknown to me that he was pretty wealthy, i didn’t think it was this much. barbie and the dream house type of vibe.

i took a deep breath and ringed the doorbell.

a couple of seconds passed and i was getting impatient, almost thinking nobody was home.

the door suddenly unlocked revealing the handsome-ass boy.

he looked confused making me realize how awkward this was.

“um hey i’m- “

“seriously ? you’ve came here to bother me all the way to my house?” he suddenly says catching me off guard.

this is the longest sentence he’s said to me.

and god i wish he would’ve just ignored me this time.

“no you got it all wrong i’m-“

“don’t need to explain yourself, have i not been clear enough?”

“yeonjun i-“

“leave me alone for fucks sake, i want to be alone, don’t search for me, i don’t need you bothering 24/7, how did you know where i live ?”

“this is a misunderstanding i swear-“

“you probably followed me around like the stalker you are, go away.” he said before he shut the door on my face.

i normally wouldn’t act like this but tears just started falling from my eyes.

i’ve completely hit the definition of embarrassment. i can’t redeem myself from this.

i’ve made the only guy i’ve ever liked, completely hate me.

and it’s all my fault.

because of my clinginess, my annoyance, i was nothing but a burden to him.

i was halfway almost home when i felt droplets hit the top of my head.

fucking perfect.

just the cherry on top of my day.

the small droplets then turned into a full on storm, i could barely see where i was going.

“hey you! you’re gonna die out there.” i heard someone yell to my left.

i turned to see the owner of the voice just to see a male with an umbrella coming my way.

i don’t think i’ve ever seen him before. or maybe i just have bad memory.

“are you okay? this storm is wild, what are you doing here all by yourself?”

i got a better look at him and holy fuck. he was handsome.

“i was just trying to go home, i didn’t expect the rain to be this strong.”

“i know i’m a stranger but come to my house right in front, at least until it gets better.” he offered.

i looked into his eyes, i could tell he had good intentions , well at least he didn’t look like a psychopath or something so i nodded.

we both took off running to his house which was just like ten steps away .

as we made i inside i couldn’t help but notice how pretty it was.

this sure was a rich people area.

 “You can wait here, i’ll bring you a towel.” he said

i looked at my reflection on a mirror and i nearly scared myself.

i looked awful. my hair was damp, my mascara was runny, my eyes were swollen, i feel bad that he even has to see me like this.

“here you go, i also brought you some new clothes since yours are damped, hope you don’t mind.” he said giving me all the stuff.

never had someone , other than soobin, cared so much for me.

and i don’t even know this stranger’s name.

“no don’t worry i don’t mind ….?”

“heesung”

“thank you heesung, are you new around here? i haven’t seen you until today.”

“yeah actually i moved a few days ago, my family is from here so.”

i nodded in response.

“well you already made a new friend heesung.”

>>

“why are you suddenly sick today? you were just fine yesterday.” soobin said as he noticed my voice and stuffed nose.

“it just the weather, it’s getting colder, my allergies are acting up.” he nodded buying my excuse.

lord knows what he would’ve done if i told him that i was walking in the rain for half an hour because of yeonjun.

“oh by the way, i heard there’s a new guy in school, supposedly he’s from a rich family and shit.”

new guy?

“it’s no surprise if girls are already swooning over him without even seeing his face.”

“oh shit the bell already rung , see you later _____.” soobin waved as i made my way into my class.

i tried in all circumstances to ignore yeonjun, almost acting like he wasnt there.

god this is going to be hard.

making my way to my seat , from the corner of my eye i saw him, with his head down and earbuds in.

he deserves to be left alone. i should’ve not been so clingy and annoying, gosh no wonder he hates me.

i composed myself and sat on my seat, taking out a book to read.

which reminds me, i still have his book in my bag.

i’ll give it to him, one day.

“good morning class, i’m excited to announce there’s a new student joining us this year.” the teacher said as i saw a very familiar face walk through the door.

heesung.

to tell you i was more than thrilled to see him is the least. i had my little prediction that he was the new kid, everything just connected together.

as he finished introducing himself the teacher told him to find any empty seat in the classroom, and surprise surprise, there was one right next to me.

he didn’t hesitate to come my way and sit on the vacant desk.

“hey ______, remember me ?”

“how could i forget? you pretty much saved my life yesterday. and we’re friends aren’t we?”

>>

“i wanted to surprise you! yesterday when i saw your uniform, i noticed it’s the same as mine.”

heesung and i have been nonstop talking since he got here.

we’ve taken this time to get to know each other better. unsurprisingly, we have a lot in common, he also matches my energy, which is hard to find someone that does.

we both sat in a bench during lunch laughing and and talking with each other. since soobin left home early, it was just the two of us which honestly made me forget about my surroundings until i felt a pair of eyes watching me.

i turned around to find his eyes.

he quickly looked away though.

making me question, am i seeing things?

i must be.

>>

yeonjun p.o.v

my thoughts are eating me alive. i cannot stop thinking about her. i shouldn’t.

i was the one that told her to stay away from me, i was the one that told her to leave me alone, i was the one that didn’t want her to keep bothering. so why am i missing it?

the fact that she also seems happier doesn’t help.

i couldn’t help but stare at the way her and that new kid got along.

she was laughing, smiling, not one inch of sadness could be seen.

they looked like a couple. that only made me more annoyed.

how can she move on from me so fast? wasn’t she head over heels for me ?

shut up yeonjun! i’m acting as if we dated or something.

“what’s with the grumpy face?” taehyun came sitting down next to me.

i sighed.

“just got a bad grade.” i answers shortly.

taehyun looked at me suspiciously, not buying it.

“you sure? oh i don’t know i just saw you looking where _______ is sitting, you looked very bothered.”

shit , was it that noticeable?

“huh? what are you talking about? i’m just doing some homework, you’re seeing things. why would i be looking at her? she’s not even-“

“jeez calm down! i was joking around.” taehyun chuckled.

“haha, very funny.”

>>

- days later -

these past few days have been nothing but miserable.

main reason is ______.

i don’t know what’s got me so stern about her.

i want her to bother me, to talk to me, give me those little gifts i would always reject.

i want her to be with me like she is with heesung.

since she’s all i have in my mind, that caused a decline academically.

i wasn’t doing so well in tests or homework.

she’s ruining me for fucks sake.

“yeonjun? “ i looked up hoping to see ______.

i was disappointed.

“can i help you? “ i said quietly.

arin sat next to me nervously.

“you want to go to the fall dance with me?”

fall dance? completely forgot that was happening.

obviously i was planning to not go. but then the thought of making ______ jealous gives me a motive to do with arin.

i feel bad for using her, but i have to see if ______ still feels something for me.

“sure.”

>>

“does my hair look good?” arin asked me as she turned for me to see.

“yes it looks fine.”

we were on our way to the hall where the dance takes place. for some reason i was nervous, my palms were sweaty as fuck.

i was dreading this dance, i don’t go to these things throughout high school. part of me was hopeful though.

as we entered my eyes were almost instantly drawn to a certain person.

______.

she looked stunning.

her dress, hair, shoes, makeup.

she was breathtaking.

but it all got ruined by the male by her side.

of course they came together.

“yeonjun! i’m talking to you.” that snapped me out of my thoughts.

“pardon?”

“let’s go dance yeonjunie.”

ground just swallow me up.

>>

the night has been boring to say the least.

arin and i danced for a little bit, but then i went back to the table and she went with her friends.

all of this to not have ______ spare me a glance.

bored out of my mind i decided to go walk around outside.

i’m so glad i did.

“______?”

she looked up from her phone and looked at me.

i couldn’t read her expression which made me nervous for some reason.

“oh, hi yeonjun.”

this is it yeonjun, you have her all for yourself without that stupid heesung tagging along.

“how have you been?”

your p.o.v

what’s up with him now?

why’s he acting as if nothing happened? all the emotion s i felt with his words suddenly disappeared from his mind.

to say i was utterly confused was to say the least.

heesung had to leave early because he had an event with his parents, which left me alone since soobin didn’t want to come, as always.

so i decided to get some fresh air, and of course i ran into him.

“i’ve been doing fine really, nice talk, i have to go back.” i said trying to slide myself out of the conversation fast as possible.

but he stopped me.

he stopped me?

“look i wanted to clear the air between us you know? i shouldn’t have been so harsh with you that day, it wasn’t fair in my part.”

now he’s apologizing? out of nowhere?

he hated my guts and now he’s suddenly sorry?

“oh.”

>>

“and after all that he starts apologizing and shit as if i didn’t cry myself to sleep because of him ugh.”

i was currently ranting to soobin every detail of last night, mostly about the yeonjun part.

“no he didn’t, did he think you’d forgive him that easily?”

“i know right? even though part of me wanted to just kiss him and forgive him, i controlled my emotions and just pretty much left him there.”

now why am i starting to feel guilty?

it’s what he deserves ______!

“as you should, you’re nicer than me cause i would’ve snapped at him to be honest.”

“of course you would, but you know, i still like him, a lot.”

“yeah yeah we all know that, but what about heesung? for the few times i’ve met him, he seems like a way nicer and better match for you. in my opinion.”

oh yeah, heesung…

“i like heesung but not like that, i see him like an older brother honestly, sure he’s handsome and all but, yeonjun is just like, on another level.”

“you’re down bad _______.”

>>

of course the day i decide to straighten my hair it fucking rains.

and with my luck, i forgot my umbrella.

fuck my life.

i’m literally using newspaper to cover myself while waiting for the rain to calm down so i can go home since i normally walk.

soon the droplets were stopped by an umbrella.

“need some help?”

obviously it’s him.

clearly h needed one but i wasn’t going to give in.

“no thanks, the sky it’s starting to clear anyways.”

“seriously ______, take it.”

eventually i gave in and kindly took it.

i noticed the handle had his initials on it. cocky much?

how rich do you have to be for that?

“before you go ______, i still want to apologize for my actions, i know it’s not hard to forgive but do now i’m for real, i truly am sorry.”

his eyes. looked beautiful. he seems sincere, i hope i’m right.

as much as i tried to hold in all my words, they just threw themselves out of my mouth.

“do you know how much it hurt? those words coming out of the one boy you’ve ever liked? how stupid i felt? i understand i could’ve acted clingy and annoying but is it that hard to say it nicely?”

yeonjun p.o.v

i know i’m an asshole.

it hit hard the way she said that to me. i was the cause of it. im the reason she felt like shit, when she imply wanted to brighten my day or simply just talk to me.

yet i’m still hoping for forgiveness.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel like that, you had good intentions and-“ i stopped talking when i notice a slight tear fall from her eyes.

i immediately embraced her into a hug with no hesitation.

this wasn’t like me, i wouldn’t just grab someone for a hug, i barely liked hugs, only with my family i’m sure, so me , myself was surprised with my actions, i can just tell ______ was too.

even though i can feel her confusion, i felt her arms wrap around me hugging me tighter.

she was hugging me back?

a wave of emotions hit me.

does she still have feelings for me after everything i’ve done?

surely after some seconds we pulled away.

“i’m sorry, was that uncomfortable for you? i j-“

i cut her off.

“no _____, i found it comforting.”

it came a time where we both just stared into each other, forgetting the rain that was now dropping on our heads.

“let me give you a ride home.”

she hesitated for a moment but gave in to my offer.

we made our way to my car and i opened the passenger door for her to get in.

never did i think this would be happening.

the car ride was filled with silence, not the awkward type of it but more like a comfortable silence.

i even almost saw her eyelids drop.

“is it here?”

“yes, thank you so much yeonjun.”

“no problem, be careful, maybe we can hang out sometime? maybe be friends?”

“i’ll see, oh and by the way.” she said before taking out something from her bag.

a book.

my book.

i’ve been looking for it for weeks. how did she have it?

“you left it a while ago at your desk, i tried dropping it off at your house but that didn’t go so well..”

my heart warmed.

so that’s what she was trying to tell me what she came to my house.

i’m a real douchebag.

my attraction for her just got stronger and stronger that i pulled her into a kiss.

your p.o.v

HES KISSING ME?

shithsitshitshitshit.

how do i act? do i pull away? do i kiss back? do i just run away ? fuck.

i eventually decide to kiss him back and let me tell you.

it was better than what i imagined. can this dude be anymore perfect?

i wrapped my hands around his neck while his were around my cheeks.

this is like a dream come true for me, i still can’t believe this is happening.

as we pulled away we didn’t move away from each other and stayed close.

my heart cannot stop jumping .

“are you sure you just want to be friends choi yeonjun?”

oh soobin is not gonna believe me.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

It was love did them in.

LOGIC - Sure, yes. They died of an over-abundance of love. Just loved each other to death. Couldn't get enough love. And now they're dead.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Why not? Love gets a lot of people killed... Speaking of, aren't you a little close to the edge, yourself, lover-cop? Better lay off that love stuff, if you can.

VISUAL CALCULUS - That's it. You got it.

Got what?

No, I didn't. Whatever it was. [Discard thought.]

VISUAL CALCULUS - The whole shebang.

Oh, the coat and the hat?

Shebang?

VISUAL CALCULUS - The coat, the hat, the swindle so crooked a yeggman couldn't break it.

RHETORIC [Challenging: Success] - Yeggman... that's either a safebreaker or someone who works almost exclusively with egg yolks.

LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - The deaths of Charlie Spillane and Deanna Deneuve, the case Dick Mullen was on -- that's what this crooked swindle must be.

Wait, why are you talking like that?

So they *did* love each other to death?

Actually I think I got that one wrong.

VISUAL CALCULUS - This is how I always talk. Move on. The swindle -- cracked it like a discount safe.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - You're right, he used to be more polite.

RHETORIC [Challenging: Success] - Classic case of Mullen-mania, a well-documented condition.

So they *did* love each other to death?

VISUAL CALCULUS - Don't think like a cop, cops don't solve cases. They slide nippers on the goons and take 'em to the big house, but they don't *solve* anything.

Who does then?

VISUAL CALCULUS - The dicks, gum-heels, hawkshaws, peepers, sleuths -- men like Mullen and you.

So I am a dick?

VISUAL CALCULUS - Bullseye. A snooper. And a damn good one.

I don't feel like a private investigator.

I think I've always felt like a private investigator.

Private investigators are just disrupting police work and endangering civilians. I'm out. [Discard thought.]

VISUAL CALCULUS - If there's any doubt, consult your trusty Dick Mullen book and reconnect with the real you, him. Dick Mullen. You. Him. Youse. Modus: Mullen.

DICK MULLEN AND THE MISTAKEN IDENTITY - In your hand, you hold four-fifths of "Dick Mullen and the Mistaken Identity."

3. Modus: Mullen.

End of the road, Mullen. That's your stop.

Another day, another case, thought Mullen, looking at the downpour.

Mullen didn't need that shit. The shit came looking for him.

Men get arrested, dogs get put down.

Looks like everybody wants a piece of Mullen.

Time to ask questions no one wants asked.

The streets -- you either get them or you're dead.

Snitches aren't born, they're made.

That wears after about 30 seconds.

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - The edges of the pages are worn and smudged. A lot of people have read about the Devil Woman's altercations with the Hjelmdall Man.

Look at the back cover.

Time to flip through the book.

Put book away.

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - The jacket copy proclaims: "Man from Hjelmdall returns in his most exciting adventure yet! After crashing into a strange jungle, cannibalistic natives abduct his only surviving comrade, noble Tyrbald. Before Man from Hjemdall can mount a rescue..."

"...he is ambushed by a tribe of female warriors and taken to the ancient citadel of Cloud City, where a mysterious and wicked queen rules supreme. Will Man from Hjelmdall be able to escape his dire situation and find his missing friend?"

2. Time to flip through the book.

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - You open the book to a random page. Man from Hjelmdall, wielding his two zweihänders, is carving through a sea of savages, his visage fixed in grim determination.

His arms, whirling like windmills, are soaked with the blood of his enemies. Mangled corpses litter the battlefield.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Good god this is some retrograde stuff. When was this shit written?

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - You flip to the copyright page. This book was written in '38.

Oh shit, gritty and heroic.

Let's give this a chance...

Ugh, vulgar. (Close the book.)

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - Berserker rage burns in his azure-hued eyes as he brings glory and honour to his long lost Hjelmdaller tribe from the village of Hjelmdall. The ivory giant roars like an ice bear, and the winds of Katla howl out his name.

Gimme more!

Okay, got it. No need to read further.

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - Man from Hjelmdall rides on a gilded gryffin, his golden mane billowing in the breeze. Both zweihänders sheathed on his back, he is off to war. Will he conquer his enemies? Will he conquer himself?

Onward!

Okay, got it. No need to read further.

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - The steel muscles of Man from Hjelmdall gleam in the humid jungle air, yet the man does not sweat. In meditation his soul drifts in the frigid Northlands he calls home.

"Holy shit, this is so *me*!" (Really get into the book.)

Uh-huh. I'm done. (Close the book.)

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - A passage reads: "The Man from Hjelmdall looks up, his eyes blue as the mountain lakes of his homeland. He rarely speaks, but now his voice booms in the darkened throne room: 'Do not try to sap my masculine essence, wicked temptress! Son of Hjelmdall will never succumb to your seductive wiles'."

"'Thine spells are no match for purity and strength of will. Brothers of Hjelmdall stand above the vices of flesh for it is weak and corruptible, yet mine is forged in gore and strife.' Queen Lydiaana just laughs, a sultry and salacious sound, then says..."

"'I have grand plans for you, Man from Hjelmdall.' She gestures her diabolical hand toward an array of potions and unguents. 'First you shall please me, then lead my armies against the vicious cannibals.' Not a muscle moves in the face of Man from Hjelmdall, yet inside there is turmoil -- this goes against all he holds sacrosanct."

Wow... this is epic!

I kept hoping it would get better but the writing is terrible and repetitive.

I've had enough. (Close the book.)

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - What do you even know about literature, have you ever read a book in your life?

Of course I have.

Maybe, I don't know.

Excuse me, I know a thing or two about critical analysis. And art.

+1 Art Cop

MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN - Write a thesis. Man from Hjelmdall is done with you.

3. Put book away.

Wow, that wasn't nearly as interesting as Dick Mullen. I'm not even going to bother with *Sixteen Days of Coldest April*, it sounds miserable.

There is *one* other book we haven't bought yet.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - This bookstore is not *strictly* about crime, romance, and biographies of famous people -- there's also a wide range of paranatural literature.

3. "All right. I want to buy *Medicinal Purposes of the Pale*."

PLAISANCE - "Indeed..." She mumbles, staring at the book for a moment. "Something about that book does seem to have spoken to you..."

"Well, I hope it contains what you're looking for."

A small green book giving off a peculiar foreboding impression, although it's hard to figure out why. It describes the various ways of healing debilitating ailments through the use of pale, some of which sound implausible at best.

As you can see, reading books passes a significant amount of time. It's a good way to quickly complete Thoughts.

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - "Medicinal Purposes of the Pale." The cover of this heavy tome features a number of esoteric symbols.

Open the book.

[Put the book away.]

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - Flipping through the book you find a number of sections on the general benefits of the pale. A large pharmacopoeia makes up nearly half of the book.

What's a pharmacopoeia?

I think I just want some general health advice.

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - You come across the following explanation: "While modern pharmacopoeia are continually updated by so-called 'experts' based on the results of 'clinical trials,' readers will find assembled here the timeless wisdom relied upon by generations of traditional Seolite medicine practitioners, Mesque mystics, and Iilmaraan folk doctors."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - It's all quackery, in other words.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Finally, something to calm the angry spirits that have been plaguing you.

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - It seems to contain descriptions of the medicinal properties of various ingredients that may be gathered from the pale, as well as instructions for producing a variety of herbal remedies.

Is there anything in there about restoring lost memories?

I just want something that will soothe the relentless torment of my existence.

Anything about curing an apocalyptic hangover?

Enough of this.

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - There are a number of Seolite tonics that promise to improve your short-term memory, but nothing that speaks to your condition.

I just want something that will soothe the relentless torment of my existence.

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - What you're describing is booze. You don't need any herbs for that.

2. Anything about curing an apocalyptic hangover?

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - There's nothing in here that speaks to hangovers directly. However, while browsing through the various descriptions you become convinced that you could assemble something from the ingredients listed here. Want to give it a shot?

(Rub your hands together.) Alright, book, let's see what you got.

I don't have time for this.

MEDICINAL PURPOSES OF THE PALE - First, you need to choose a base ingredient.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

there’s a dark aura emitting around jungkook. you can’t see it but you know it’s there. maybe jungkook didn’t get much sleep last night and that’s why he looks so grumpy. maybe he forgot to buy his banana milk or something—you’ve no clue but what you do know is that jungkook is not happy.

“hey jungkook. i’m alright. you guys know that breakfast spot near campus? i tried their cinnamon sugar bagel and it was sooooo delicious. how ‘bout you eunwoo?”

“i’m good. i’ll probably head there after my calculus class. i’m starvingggg~” eunwoo whines. “i even started talking to this girl in my class”

your eyes widen. “girl?? who is she!! do we know her?” eunwoo shrugs. “maybe? her name is alina. she’s in my calc class. she’s smart, gorgeous, and even plays video games like me! i’m…i’m thinking about asking her out on a date”

“awww, eunwoo~ you should definitely ask her out. you seem so into her” you gush with a big smile on your face.

“i will, i will. hey, you never updated us on your status with kai”

“we still talk but i’m not really into him like that”

“what if he asks you out on a date? i think you should give him a chance”

“i mean, i’d go but not like that y’know? i’m kind of into somebody else right now”

“yo, you good jungkook? did someone piss in your cereal or something?” eunwoo jokes.

“yeah jungkook, why are you looking like you wanna fight somebody? did that ‘secret job’ make you work overtime last night?“

~🫧

So you would still go on the date with that guy if he asked you out?

“shut up both of you! JUST SHUT UP.” he screams at the top of his lungs. “you both are so annoying. You know that? ALWAYS WHINING IN MY EAR ABOUT SOMETHING.” He exclaims, And then he turns his attention towards you.

“Yn just shut up and mind your own business. Why do you care so much about my secret job? HUH? How about you go and pay attention to Kai?” He seethes.

And who are you into anyways?

“WHO IS THIS NEXT GUY, HUH? YOU KNOW YOU’RE SO SECRETIVE YOU NEVER TELL US ANYTHING AND YOU EXPECT US TO TELL YOU OUR BUSINESS?!” What’s going on with him? Why is he screaming so loud at you and why does he feel like he will actually kill someone right now?

Why is he seeing red? Why does his head hurt so much?

Why does he feel like he wants to hurt your feelings even more?

“You are SO HYPOCRITICAL YN. JUST SHUT UP.” He says, now the whole group of students are watching you with wide eyes and they’re so surprised to see that a nerd like him is so angry at his best friend.

The hallway is silent, but only his voice is booming.

“UGH YOU BOTH FUCKING SUCK. NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME BUT THEMSELVES! FUCK YOU.” jungkook glares at you.

“Especially you yn. Fuck off- no actually I’ll just go and fuck off instead.” He breathes heavily before storming off to his first class of the day.

[dolliebabydoll15]

You Belong With Me: A Roudise Fanfic

decided to write a roudise fanfic with T.S references from her song, "you belong with me" bc it fits them sooo well. <3 where all my swifties and bob's burgers fans at? 🫶🍔

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Louise was groaning with impatience.

It was the last 10 minutes of class, and Rudy still hadn't come. Where had he been? Did he have an asthma attack? Did he get lost? No, no, that's not right. He always knew his way around. The whole class did not twitch, not even Ms. Labonz. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Ms. Labonz opened it, and in came Rudy, not looking very happy.

"Rudy, where have you been? You're late." asked Ms. Labonz.

But he was far to upset to respond. He plopped his things down on the neighboring desk to the left of Louise.

"...stupid Chloe Barbash..." "...who does she think she is?..." "...can't even *wheeze* take a joke." he muttered aggravatingly.

Louise was shocked. She didn't usually see her pal outside of his happy-go-lucky self (well, unlike that one time he asked her to leave after she called him a weenie). She quickly grabbed an index card that was supposed to be for Ms. Labonz's assignment, and quickly wrote down a brief sentence, and passed it to Rudy. Even though Louise knew she couldn't pass notes, now didn't seem like the time for rules.

"you okay rudy-rudes?" the note read.

Rudy immediately wrote back and passed it.

"tired of drama."

the conversation on paper went on for a few more minutes.

"sorry :( what happened?"

"chloe wanted me to ditch class with her so we could hang out together. we were having so much fun, and i made a joke asking her if anyone ever told her if she looked like a female rupert grint from that one wizard movie. she got all mad and decided to go off about what i said. i didn't like it at all. but hey, she'll cool down eventually. i guess i was probably overreacting.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER! YOU'RE RIGHT, WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?"

"eh, i'll be okay, louise. if i'm being honest, chloe will definitely go back to being the nice girl she is."

Nice? Please. Chloe Barbash was far from nice. Louise had no idea why Rudy still liked her. Chloe didn't get Rudy's humor the way she did. Plus, she never even bothered to give Rudy his first kiss. Like, come on, where was the credit? For some reason, Louise didn't know how it happened, but something gave her the nerve to write, "i love you." on another index card. She was about to pass it when the bell rang. Louise turned sideways to pass the note, but Rudy was gone. Suddenly, a wave of disgust ran over her.

"SICK! Oh man, Louise Belcher, you are SICK! WHY were you about to do that?!" she thought.

~~~~

Later that typical Tuesday night, Louise began to listen to the kind of music Chloe didn't like to let out her anger over her with the cassette she had stolen from Tina's room.

🎶"I-I will keep your secrets, I'm so interested in youu..." 🎶

Ugh. Boo Boo. The one person who could comfort her during these drastic times. Although Chloe Barbash was a big fan of Boyz4Now as well, this was the one song she hated the most. Louise was still stunned after hearing what she said to Rudy.

"Why can't he just get over her? Why can't he just...no, no, NO WAY! Too cliche for me."

Louise scoffed to herself as she thought of that. But really, there's no way she could like-like him. Chloe wore short skirts, and Louise wore T-shirts. Chloe was cheer captain, and Louise was on the bleachers. What had she got to offer him anyway? She wasn't really that special. Ugh, no, it was fine. Louise had better things to focus on anyway. Still, at the same time, she was dreaming about the day Rudy would wake up and find that what he was looking for had been here the whole time.

"If only he could see that I'm the one who understands him, and that I've been here all along too! So why can't he see that he belongs with me?"

~8 Years Later~

"...calculus? More like 'crap-ulus'." Rudy joked.

Louise threw her head back in laughter, knowing she hadn't laughed like that in a long time. High school had been hard lately, and she couldn't veer away from the stress. As she walked in the streets with Rudy and his worn-out-jeans, she couldn't help thinking this was how it ought to be. They sat down on a park bench, with Louise thinking to herself,

"Hey, isn't this easy? We're just two friends on a pleasant day, nothing more..."

As Louise looked at her best friend as they talked, she couldn't help but notice that he has a smile that could light up the whole town, even brighter than the Wonder Wharf could. She hadn't seen it since Chloe Barbash brought him down.

"...Chloe's been great too, even though she still gets mad at me if I don't call her back in 10 minutes instead of 15. You know, I sometimes wish she wasn't so mad all the time, but that's just Chloe. Gotta like her for who she is."

"You sure you're okay with this Rudes? I don't really think she's a good girlfriend, or a good person in general."

"I'm fine, Louise. You don't have to worry about me." Rudy replied, smiling. But it didn't really comfort Louise as much. She knew he was better than that. Hey, what's he doing with a girl like that anyway? All of a sudden, a pink convertible pulled up. Louise immediately recognized it as Chloe's.

"Rudyyy, get in Cutie-Bear! We're gonna be late for the party!" Chloe called in a fake sweet manner.

"Coming, babe!" Rudy shouted back. He turned to Louise and waved goodbye. As he got in the car, he and Chloe hugged affectionately, but as they did, Chloe looked over at Louise with a smug stare. Louise just blankly stared back, because at this point, she could do nothing about Rudy's obliviousness to how cold Chloe was. After all, Louise couldn't compete with her. Chloe wore high heels, and Louise wore sneakers. Chloe's status as the cheer captain was still going strong, and Louise still remained on the bleachers. She still dreamt about the day when Rudy wakes up and finds that what he's looking for had been here the whole time.

~~~~~

Louise was watching the near end of Rudy's football game. She snickered, watching him stumble one too many times. She remembered begging him not to join, because that sport required a lot of air, which didn't accommodate to his health. Rudy didn't care, as long as Chloe could cheer him on. Redirecting her thoughts to the football game, Rudy was surrounded by the enemy team. He tried to escape, but he ended up slipping and tossing the ball into the air. But that slip up resulted in his teammate catching it and making the final touchdown. The whole school cheered, especially the cheerleaders with their passionate spirit for the school. Rudy and his football team cheered, running toward the outlines of the field. As Rudy went to celebrate with his girlfriend, he spotted her flirting with another guy.

"Chloe...what are you doing? Why are you talking to him?"

Chloe glanced back at him in annoyance. "I can talk to whoever I want, Rudy. Stop being so dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic if you're...I don't know, ALREADY DATING SOMEONE?" Rudy retorted.

Louise heard the whole conversation from above on the bleachers. She shook her head, seeing now that Chloe's showing her true colors. She couldn't imagine how it would go during junior prom, yet to come in 1 day.

~~~~

The next day, during the final class of the day, everyone was buzzing with excitement. Tonight was the night that all juniors had awaited. It was the night of the junior prom. Louise simply didn't see a care in that event, because, well, she just doesn't feel the need in dressing up. Without notice, Louise spotted Rudy pass a note from the corner of her eye.

"you going tonight?"

"no, studying."

"i wish you were though! parties aren't fun without you."

Louise smiled at him. Even though she wasn't going, at least Rudy would have fun.

~Later That Night~

Louise laid in her bed, thinking about how idiotic of her it was to not go. She really wasn't studying, it was just an excuse for her not to look at Rudy while he's with Chloe Barbash. It pained her far too much. She remembered that time he walked to her house in the middle of the night when he was unhappy about his parents' dinner. Louise was the one who made him laugh when he knew he was about to cry. She knew his favorite songs, and Rudy told her about his dreams. How long will it take him to know who he belongs with? She sighed, and picked up Kuchi Kopi. But just then, she noticed the index card beneath him. She picked it up, and saw the words from 8 years ago written on it.

"i love you."

Maybe it wasn't too late for him to know. Maybe this could be her chance. Louise opened her dresser and dug for a fancy piece of clothing to wear. After minutes of searching, she found a long sparkly lime-green dress that her sister, Tina, gave her for her 17th birthday. She hadn't intended on wearing it, but she wanted to make Tina happy, so instead, Louise shoved it in the far back of her drawer.

"Oh, Tina, you beautiful beast." she satisfyingly whispered underneath her breath.

~~~~

Rudy was waiting for Chloe to come back from hanging out with her friends, when he turned around and saw the most gorgeous girl in the whole world. Louise strode through the crowd in her best dress. Her dark, curled hair fell down to her hips, and donned a pink headband. Rudy stared at her in wonder. How could a girl look so beautiful in one moment? He was still in his euphoria, coming toward her, when Chloe returned, grabbing his arm.

"Hey, Rudy-Bear, don't you wanna come dance with me? I don't want you looking at her."

"Chloe, don't you call me that. You are one of the most heartless people I have ever been with. I can't do this anymore." He pushed her aside, and kept walking toward Louise.

"WHAT? Rudy, come back! PLEASE!"

It's go time, Louise. She pulled out the notecard, finally confessing her love from so many years.

"i love you."

Rudy stood there, blushing in his navy-blue tuxedo. He grabbed a notecard from his pocket, and it also said, "i love you." Louise was wonderstruck, not believing he felt the same way.

"Really? Y-you too?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I've had feelings since 4th grade and...since forever." he chuckled.

"Even after all those things I did to you 8 years ago?"

"Of course. I know you still care."

Louise put her arms around his neck. Rudy was amazed.

"Is it happening? Is this really happening?"

"Yep...it took you long enough anyway."

Rudy rolled his eyes and laughed. Then, they both leaned in for a perfect kiss, just as overwhelming and delightful as their first. This time, they both were well aware of each other's love, no one else in the way. He finally belonged with her, and she belonged with him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OKAY...this has got to be one of the most romantic fics i've ever written. AND IT'S ONLY MY 3RD 😭 i'm a roudise geek, and "you belong with me" basically screamed louise and rudy. i suggest you look at taylor swift's songs every once in a while, i think they make up for a good listen! <3 btw, if anyone wants to create some art out of this fic, please do! tag me, bc i'd love to see it 💕

[binch-i-might-be]

hi! its been a while, but life has been Life-ing! (god knows im swamped in calculus work) anyway, back to Thin Ice

marthas reaction is something thats so personal to me. shes been raised thinking bring gay is wrong, shes strongly religious, she thinks its being broken.

and then she finds out her child (whos hers but also Not bc of the affair) is not only something shes considered broken her whole life, but also that her husband has KNOWN and not told her. i can understand how its the slap in the face that she felt.

but she overcame it!!! thats the thing that gets me. she finds out that shes gonna lose alex if she doesnt get over it. so she tries. and she has these deeply rooted beliefs and theyre being changed by the evidence she has in front of her!!! and its not an easy change, but they are changing slowly. because shes trying!!

also. love the way washington gets through to her. the whole. how can love be a worse crime than killing people. even if its for a cause. like AIFHDHDJCJS

and she also has the thing washington does with. the danger. and that impacting how she sees john. so she has that on top of her religious prejudice.

ugh like.

HI WELCOME BACK and also eww calculus 😔

THANK. I couldn't resist a bit of religiously flavoured drama, and I wanted to portray it as.... understandable? sort of? like we know she's wrong but she's also a product of her time and circumstances

she IS changing! honestly I loved that cut and dry moment of realisation, like "I AM going to lose a child over this if I don't suck it up" so she damn well sucked it up!! none of that "no son of mine" bullshit in THIS house <3

THANK YOU I WAS VERY PLEASED WITH THAT IN CASE YOU COULDN'T TELL (<- has had her own quote in her header for years now)

thank u thank u I wanted Martha's unhinged shovel talk to reflect Gwash's but still be her own thing you know?? they are both very concerned about their disastrous bisexual baby boy :((

[simthorium]

Luna was tired of feeling like the odd one out. Both Shea and Jordyn, who were in the same year as her, were in relationships, but she wasn’t. And she was a romance sim! Luna was tired of waiting for the lame-o boys at her school to pluck up the courage to ask her out so did it herself instead. Enter James, the shy nerdy kid who doodled on his jeans in the back of Calculus. 

“I’m thinking the salmon and steamed vegetables,” James said on their date. “What about you?” “Ugh, who cares,” Luna said, checking her phone. Only a few minutes in and this was seeming like a bust. James put his menu away and the two sat in uncomfortable silence for a while.

Once their food came, the silence was only broken by the clattering of their forks on plates. After a while, Luna let out a loud sigh. “Ok, what’s your deal?” she said. “I’m the hottest girl in school, so what gives? Do you not like me or something?” “No, no,” James said. “It’s just...I’ve never been on a date before.” “What!?” Luna exclaimed. “Really?” “Yeah,” James said nervously. “I’m a little out of my depth here.” Luna grabbed his arm and pulled him up, rushing upstairs. “Ok, let’s do this then!” she said.

Once upstairs, Luna and James commandeered the karaoke machine in the upstairs lounge.  “I’m not that good a singer,” James said, nervous. “That’s the whole point!” Luna said. The two sang along to several Rihanna songs, singing off-key and having the time of their lives.

Once the song was over, James grabbed Luna and pulled her into a deep kiss. “God, I’m sorry,” he said, both breathing heavily. “I should’ve asked first.” “No, this is good,” Luna said, pulling him back in. “More please.” The two went to town, running their hands up and down one another and making out.

[pallases]

guess who is fighting the urge to change her major Again!

[its-captain-sir]

Every time something that I don't know or remember how to do comes up during our class reviews in calc I've been writing it down on a "to review" list. However, the list currently looks like this

which is basically the entire calculus course. In conclusion I am absolutely fucked for my final and for the ap test

[svnflowermoon]

omgggg yes when we're both free we should definitely rewatch together that would be so funnnn!!!

i love the beach with my whole heart omggg (also i feel that all the people at school are like always so productive and they're like "working towards their future" and im like bestie what. I don't even know what I'm going to do yet 😭 im a professional bed rotter its so bad lmaooo

also people at school keep going on cool road trips with their friends and i want to make that happen SO BAD but my friends are all so busy and it's so complicated and ugh)

my sleep was okayyyy but I'm stressed abt physics cause it's todayyy and I'm gonna fail that lmaooo

after high school idk tbh, at the start of this year I was set on architecture but realistically with me failing and hating two of the main subjects needed (physics and calculus) it's probably not a good idea 😭 i wish I could do something writing or art related but that's not super realistic so i'll probably go into something biology related, maybe phycology?? not totally sure lmao. but i know that i'm taking a gap year to travel bc I will go insane if i'm stuck in nz any longer i need to see the world lmaooo

zel zel zel how are you doing todayyyy

lucy lucy my laurve i'm doing alr!! seriously thinking of rewatching owl house omgg like i miss the amount of comfort and nostalgia it brought me, omg if you're free we should watch together??? like after you mocks during weekends or smthg

i went on like a walk to the beach and just sat there and zoned out for so long lmao also everyone's either moving out or going on trips and im like lowkey just sitting in my room rotting in bed, i feel the need to DO things bc of everyone else around me 😭

how are you?? im guessing you're asleep rn but still how was your sleep? ooh also what are your plans after high school

[oflgtfol]

the campus lgbtq club sent out an email abt ace week 🥺🥺 and they actually acknowledge aromanticism in it too... this week’s meeting is all abt aspec identities AHH

[leossmoonn]

In The Night

masterlist

pairing - tristan dugray x reader

type - smut, fluff. 16+

note / request - “UGH your gilmore girls writing is so perfect i love the way you write everyone!! could you maybe write a fic where reader is tutoring tristan and flirting w her the whole time but she has to go home. she leaves but he sneaks out to go to her and he like gets there to find her touching herself to him” this was a spicy one. Enjoy!!

summary - wanting to spend more time with you, tristan finds that you share his feelings

warnings / includes - language, smut: masturbation, mirror sex for like 5 seconds, fingering and oral ( f receiving), handjob, protected sex. not edited btw

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*gif isn’t mine*

“You’re really getting this, Tris. I’m really proud of you,” you beam.

“Well, I do have the smartest and prettiest teacher out there,” Tristan smirks.

You look down shyly, a small smile on your face. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

“Or we could do something more fun,” he suggests. You peer at him through your lashes, giggling as he wiggled his eyebrows. “And what do you suggest that is?”

He lean forward and puts his arm around the back of your chair. “Why don’t we go to your place and I’ll show you?”

The offer is tempting, you’ll admit, but this is typical of Tristan. While he did do the homework and take your tutoring sessions seriously, he also flirted with you like his life depended on it. Complimenting you, teasing you, practically begging for you to come home with him so he could show you a good time. And while you would love to say yes, it wasn’t why you spent time with him.

His grades were slipping prior to you tutoring him and he only had two choices: get his act together or get shipped to boarding school. So he found you and soon his grades and work ethic started to improve. While tutoring him, you two developed feelings for each other. Yours was kept locked inside your mind and heart while Tristan let it all out in the open.

You don’t mind at all, but you don’t want to compromise his learning because you want to kiss him. So you let him flirt with you, playing the shy girl card and not giving into his advances. But little does he know, you want to be with him so badly.

You slowly pull away from him, fighting every instinct in your body to lean forward. “How was your Calc test?” You change the subject.

Tristan’s shoulders sag and he turns away. “Horrible.”

“Do you say that because you hate Calculus or because you actually think you did bad?” You question. “Both,” he answers.

“Do you know your test score?” You ask. “Nope,” he shakes his head.

“Well, let’s see.” You log onto your computer and into the school’s website. You log into Tristan’s account, finding the newest Calculus test date. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “You got a B+, Tris!”

Tristan’s jaw drops to the floor. He looks at the screen, not believing what he sees. “Are you sure this is my test?”

“Yes!” You grin. You turn to him, hugging him tightly in excitement. “I knew you could do it! See, you’re really smart, you just need to put in the work!”

Tristan wraps his arms around you lightly, placing his palms flat on your back and holding you close to him. “I do have a awesome teacher.”

“Ah, Tristan. It’s ‘an’,” you pull away. “Just because you’re doing better in math doesn’t mean you can slack off at English.”

He chuckles, “I’m just kidding.” “Mmhm, you better be,” you snicker, a small smile on your face. “I’m happy to say that I think your parents will not send you to boarding school.”

“All thanks to you,” Tristan says. “You deserve some credit, too.” You shut off the computer, packing up your textbooks and papers. “You’re really smart, Tristan. You just needed a little help, which isn’t something to be ashamed of.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” he remarks. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“Believe it or not, I failed junior high math,” you say. You hold your finger up to your lips with a smile. “But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”

“How come you’re so good at math, though?” He asks. “I got help like you did,” you say simply. You stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You adjust your skirt, pulling the back down as you walk away.

“Are we done already?” Tristan pouts. “Yep. I’m sorry, Tris. My parents are expecting me,” you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure to have your essay done for me to revise!”

Tristan sighs as he watches your retreating figure. “I promise,” he mutters. He looks back at the desk, seeing one of the notebooks you had left. He grabs it and

————

“Goodnight, Mom!” You shout as you close your bedroom door. You flip on your light and change out of your Chilton uniform. You slip on a tank top and cotton shorts, heading to your bathroom to brush your teeth.

Your phone chimes as you walk back to your room. You curl up in your bed, opening your phone and smiling as you see a text message from Tristan.

Thinking of you ;) is attached to a picture of him posing next to his essay. You can’t help but laugh at his antics. You text him back, sending a picture of yourself to go along.

You take a picture of you holding the book that his essay happens to be about, captioning it Looks like you could use some company. You send a book emoticon with it, making sure he knows where your head is at.

And while Tristan knows you aren’t flirting with him at the same extent he is, he knows for a fact that you aren’t not playing the same game he is. He texts you back saying Does the girl come with the book? He waits a few minutes, a little disappointed that you didn’t next him back yet. He figures your asleep already. It is pretty late and you are a goody-two-shoes and all.

Tristan decides to get ready for bed as well, but when he puts his papers away, he sees your notebook. He knows he should leave it and return it tomorrow, but it was only 10 PM, and the off chance that you are actually awake pushes him to go to your house. If you are awake, then he could make an excuse for you to revise his essay now, which he knows will take a while since he’s halfway finished and he bull-shifted his way through it. It’s a chance to spend time with you, and in the end, that’s all he desires.

Tristan sneaks out of his house, taking his bike and riding your to house. He’s thankful that you’re house is only a mile away, otherwise it wouldn’t be as easy to sneak out.

He parks his bike in your lawn, rushing to the side of the house where your room resides. He tries to throw rocks at your window, but it doesn’t catch your attention. It’s weird, he thinks, as your bedroom light is still on.

Inside your four walls, you’re still awake. Your laying on your back in your bed, your phone resting on your nightstand beside you. Your shirt is riding up your stomach, your hand massaging your left breast while your other hand is in your panties, rubbing your clit.

“Mmm, Tristan,” you hum, your eyes closed as you imagine him fingering you instead of yourself.

You picture his perfect body over you with his big hands groping your body. His tongue licking your nipples and mouth sucking on your tits while he teases you between your thighs. You imagine him to make you beg for it until your practically crying for him to fuck you.

You spread your legs wider, getting deeper into your fantasy. “Fuck, Tris,” you pant as you slip a finger inside of you. His fingers would stretch you out more, getting you ready for the real deal. His tongue would lick down your body, nibbling softly as he goes further and further south. You’re aching by now, needing more than just your fingers.

Your eyes flutter behind your lids as you try to imagine how his tongue would feel on your clit. His lips sucking the aching bud, the tip of his tongue flicking it and making you squirm. You can’t help but whimper out loud as the thought. You need him so bad.

As if the universe was listening in on your wishes, you find Tristan outside of your window. At first, you think it’s a dream. Your vision is fuzzy from your eyes being closed for so long, and your body is tired from doing the work yourself. But as you get up and walk towards your window, you discover that it’s very much real life.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. Heat crawls up your neck and embarrassment takes over your features. You cannot that you just got caught masturbating, especially by the the person whom you were thinking about.

Tristan taps on your window, gesturing for you to open it up. You sigh and decide to face your fears. You slid up the window, immediately crossing your arms as he climbs in.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, your voice low so your family doesn’t hear you.

Tristan opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He can’t get the imagine if you masturbating out of his mind. Your hips bucking up to your hand, the sight of your tits as your tank top was half covering them, the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure. The more he thought about it, the tighter his pants became.

“Well, come out with it! You’re not supposed to be here,” you gripe.

“I-I came here to return this.” He holds out your notebook.

Your eyes widen as you look down. “Oh. Thank you.” You toss your notebook on your desk. You look back at Tristan, raising your brows. “Is there anything else you want.”

“N-No,” he shakes his head. His eyes rake up and down your body, burning holes in your skin. You clasp your hands in front of your thighs, looking away shyly. As Tristan looks at your face, he regains his usual cocky attitude, smirking a little. “But it looks like you could use some help.”

You roll your eyes. “You saw nothing, okay? Go back home and go to sleep. I’m sure you still have to write that essay tomorrow morning, right?”

“I actually brought it here,” he gestures to his backpack that’s on his shoulder.

“Well, tutoring center is closed. Sorry.” You spin on your heel, taking a step to your bed. Tristan sets his bag down and reaches out, grabbing your forearm and spinning you around.

“C’mon, angel. We both know you need me,” he whispers.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage. “H-How do you know it’s you I need? It could be Dean, you know?”

Tristan chuckles, “you’ve never looked at Dean a day in your life. And plus, I can read lips, angel. You were most definitely saying my name.”

You take in a shaky breath, your head spinning. You’ve spent months fantasizing about him. Never in your wildest dreams did you think they would become a reality - not on purpose, at least.

“I’m sure you know this by now, but I share your feelings,” he hums. He skims his fingers up your bare arm, reaching his hand up to your face and cupping your cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

Your stomach flips. “I bet I’ve wanted you for longer.”

He grins in reply. He places his hand on your waist, spinning you around to face your mirror. He pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his boner against your ass.

“Tell me, what do you want from me? What were you imagining earlier?” He hangs his head down and softly kissing your jaw. Your eyes are glued to the mirror as you watch his hands ghost over your body. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you, you have to speak, princess.”

Your throat becomes dry as you think of the words. You can’t think about anything but his lips on your skin. They burn as they trail down your neck. His kisses become more sloppy and more needy as he continues. He nibbles at the nape of your neck, causing your knees to buckle. You never knew something simple as being kissed on the neck could feel this good.

You bring a hand up to the back of his head and clutch the hair at the nape of his neck. His arm holds you up for support, his teeth sinking further into your skin.

“I guess I’ll go,” he sighs. As soon as he pulls away, you yelp. “No! Stay. I-I need you.” You hate how desperate you sound, but you can’t help it. Your panties are soaked and he’s the only one who can fix it.

“What do you need me to do?” He asks.

You breath in deeply as you set your eyes on your reflection. “I… I need you to touch me here.” You gently grab his hand, slowly placing it into your right boob.

“Mhmm, and what else?” He slowly massages the soft tissue, feeling your nipple harden against his palm.

“And here,” you place his other hand on your hip, guiding his fingers down to your drenched core. “Oh, yeah? Is this what you were thinking about earlier?” He whispers.

“Yes,” you nod. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have you pressed up against me. The way you would stretch me out. I was thinking about how good your cock would feel inside of me.”

Tristan shudders behind you, not being able to control himself anymore. He takes ahold of your hips and pushes you onto the bed. “Mind if I make your dreams a reality?” He asks.

“Please, be my guest,” you nod eagerly.

He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss. You moan in his mouth as your tongues skim alongside each other. Kissing him turns you on even more. It’s just what you need to get yourself out of your daze.

You buck your hips up to his, his erection brushing up against your clothed clit. Tristan lets out a soft moan in your mouth. He kisses you faster, gasping for shallow breathes in between. His hands roam your body, tracing your curves a million times as if you commit it to memory. You decide to take your lead in touching him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

He pulls away for a split second to help you take off his shirt. You throw it onto your ground, mouth watering at the sight. Your hands skim his toned stomach, your fingertips trailing across his very prominent v-line.

“Who knew Tristan Dugray looked like this?” You breath out.

Tristan shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s all natural.”

You giggle in reply, grabbing his neck and bringing my him back down to kiss you. You take the initiative and take off your tank top, leaving you practically naked under him.

Tristan sits back on his heels, taking in your almost naked body. “You are beautiful.”

You smile, “thank you.”

He fingers the hem of your panties, looking to you for confirmation. You nod at once and he slides them down your legs, tossing them to the side. He’s mesmerized by you. You’re perfect.

“Are you going to keep staring or do something, Tris?” You tease.

His cheeks glow pink and he grins. “Just admiring the prettiest girl in the world.”

You sit up on your elbows, placing your lips next to his ear. “How about you make the prettiest girl in the world cum then?”

Tristan’s heart drops to his feet. He nods feverishly, placing his hands on your inner thighs. You sigh contently as he wraps his mouth around your tits, flicking your nipple with his tongue and sucking on the swollen tissue. His hands run up and down your skin, his fingers tip-toeing to your pussy. He’s so close you can almost feel him. You buck up your hips to his wrist, whining in desperation.

“Patience, angel. Good girls are patient, you know,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I’ve waited long enough,” you whine.

“Desperate little princess,” he taunts. “You need my fingers, hm?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” He nips at the skin around your nipple, peering at you through his lashes. Your eyes find his as you speak. “I need you so bad, Tris. It hurts, that’s how and I need you.”

He grins like a devil. “Let me sooth your pain then.” He easily slips a finger into you, groaning at the wetness. You’re like a slip-n-slide. He takes the liberty in slipping two fingers in, your back arching in response.

“Oh, Tristan,” you moan, your pussy squeezing his fingers. He curls them inside of you and brings them to fuck up against your g-spot. He brings his thumb up to your mouth. “Suck for me, angel.”

You do as he says, eyes wide as you wet his finger. He takes it out of your mouth, placing it onto your clit. Your toes curl as he rubs tight little circles over the throbbing bud.

“Ah, Tristan. Mmm, fuck.” His fingers fuck you deeper, picking up the pace just slightly. He rubs your clit faster, his thumb moving from side to side to stimulate each and every nerve.

“Tristan,” you whine. Your walls tighten around him as your stomach coils. “M’gonna cum,” you warn.

“How about you cum on my tongue then,” he suggests, diving down and replacing his thumb with his tongue. You body jerks up, his nose brushing against your vulva as he envelops your clit into his mouth. The sensation is heavenly. His tongue flicks up your clit, his lips sucking loudly. He puts more focus on your clit as his fingers continue to pound inside of you, driving you to your orgasm.

You slap your hand on your mouth as you cum, trying to muffle your moans as to not wake your parents. Tristan draws out your orgasm, licking a stripe up your pussy as he takes his fingers out. You let out a relieved sigh, looking at Tristan through hooded eyes.

“Was that okay?” he asks. You nod, “it was perfect. Man, I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” he asks. “I was worried it would get in the way of us tutoring,” you explain.

“Maybe we should use this to our advantage,” he grins.

You laugh, “oh, yeah? And how do you suggest that?” You slowly sit on your heels, placing your hand on his thigh. You slide your hand up to the tent in his pants, touching him lightly.

“M-Maybe,” he mutters, his eyes fluttering close. “You can kiss me every time I do something right.”

You sit up on your knees, pressing your bare chest to his as you palm him. “I could get behind that.”

He looks down at you, getting impossibly more turned on. “Y-Yeah?”

You nod with a mischievous grin. “Of course.” You bring your other hand up to his face, running your fingers through his hair. “You know, I didn’t realize how easy you were. My hand isn’t even fully touching you, and you’re already a stuttering mess.”

“And I didn’t realize you could be so dominate,” he states. “You didn’t know from tutoring?” You him. “You should really pay attention more.” You kiss his neck, finding his sweet spot and sucking on it.

He takes in a shaky breath, sitting down on the bed as to not lose his balance. You slip your hands into his pants, looking into his eyes.

“Is this okay?” You ask, slowing your movements. “Way more than okay,” he confirms.

You pump him a few times, collecting his pre cum on your thumb and using it as lubricant. Tristan’s hands find your waist and pulls you closer, your body rubbing up against his.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, his breathing ragged.

You smile, “please do.”

You lay down on your bed after giving him a condom. You watch as he undresses, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as you see his length. He’s a little above average, definitely, and has a good amount of girth to him. You cannot wait to know how he feels.

“Lay back for me, princess,” he says. You do as he says, spreading your legs for him and wait patiently. He smiles as he looks at you. “So gorgeous.” He puts his hands on your waist, bringing you close to him.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes,” you answer.

“Let me know if anything hurts or you just want me to stop,” he says.

You smile, “I will.”

He watches as he slips inside of you, your walls clenching around every inch of his length. You whimper as he stretches you out.

“This feels okay?” He mumbles. “Yes,” you say.

He pulls out of you, then sheathing himself inside of you.

“Ah, Tris —” Tristan crashes his lips into yours to muffle your moans.

“We have to be quiet, baby. Can’t wake up your parents, now can we?” He mumbles against your lips.

You whimper in reply. “Feels good good to be quiet.”

“I know, princess. But be a good girl for me, yeah? You can do that, right?” He hums.

You nod, “m’kay.”

He thrusts inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. Your back arches, pressing your chest up against his. Your hips buck up, the new angle allowing him to dig deeper. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, dragging down his skin.

“Mm, Tristan. Fuck. Feels so good,” you groan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Feels fucking amazing,” Tristan agrees, holding himself up on his elbows. He fucks you faster, causing your bed to freak, but you two don’t care. All the matters now is each other and how amazing it feels to finally get some release.

Your pussy pulsates around him and he can feel the heartbeat up against your walls. His dick twitches inside of you as he gets close to his orgasm.

“Shit, Y/n,” he breathes out. He fucks you harder, keeping the same pace as before. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours. Your room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans.

“Tristan,” you pant, as you feel yourself getting closer. His movements become sloppier and you know he’s about to cum.

“Tristan, I-I —” your hand grabs at his, bringing it between you two.

“I got you, baby.” He begins to rub your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Fuck, Tristan. M’gonna cum,” you mumble.

“Do it for me, baby. Cum all over my cock,” Tristan pants.

You bury your face into Tristan neck as you cum, your body lifting up as you reach your climax. You feel his condom grow heavy inside of you, signaling that he’s cum, too.

His sweaty body rolls off of you and onto your mattress. He takes off his condom, finding a trash can and throwing it away.

You two lay beside each other, cooling off.

“What if your parents find us?” Tristan worries. “It’s a little too late for that,” you chuckle.

Tristan laughs with you. “True.” He throws his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You feel okay?”

“I feel amazing,” you hum. You hug his side, burying your face into his chest.

You two stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before Tristan speaks.

“Can we do a round two?” He whispers.

You sit up and smack his chest. “Tristan!”

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Ok so this is my first smut and I’m kind of proud but if it’s not good let’s act like it is. MINORS DNI seriously don’t make it harder for us. Warning: degradation, breath play, panty stealing, vourism and exhibition, may be more idk

Surprised by my Roommate: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

You were supposed to room with your best friend in your junior year of college. You guys had always roomed together and had the best time. So when she told you she was joining a sorority this year it crushes you a bit. Not just because she would be moving out, but also because you had to pay for an apartment you knew you couldn’t afford on your own. It wasn’t like you could pull out of the lease everything was already signed for. You truly thought you were screwed.

That was until one of your friends told you about a friend of theirs that was looking for a place off-campus. Izuku Midoriya was fairly known on campus not for being popular or cool like his best friend Katsuki Bakugou but for being smart and kind of bad with girls. You knew him through your friends and seeing him at parties he had spent the whole time stuttering over his words and trying to figure out if it was appropriate to stare or if it was acceptable at all. Plus in such a revealing crop top that barely kept your breast hidden and the form-fitting jeans, how could anyone blame him. That was the same night he tripped over his own feet spilling his drink on you. Right around then was when he decided he liked you a lot, but you made up your mind that he was pathetic.

So hearing he was looking for a roommate didn’t excite you much. You didn’t think about how it could be good at all. Sadly you needed a roommate and you needed one soon. He thanked you and worshipped you when you gave him the offer. It was kind of adorable in a puppy kind of way. Your original plan was to just ignore him and have him stay out of your way, which he seemed to understand.

That was until you needed help with your advanced Calculus homework. You didn’t even know why you decided to take the course, you were sure it was because your friend had told you the professor was hot. So Izuku sat with you all night trying to explain the calculations to you as he listened to you whine and complain.

“This is too hard.”

“How is this even useful at all?”

“Ugh who even thought of this.”

Even with you being so cute he was having a hard time dealing with your whining. When he heard your small yawn and how your tired eyes looked at him when you said “I’m too tired for this Deku,” your voice filled with sleep as you used the name that was given to degrade him. His heart melted so he told you to just go rest and he would finish it for you. You smiled standing, not even thanking him.

After that was when you realized you could get what you wanted from the male. So you used it to your advantage. He would make your food whenever you wanted, do your homework, and even clean for you. It seemed like the perfect deal on your end. Then things got a little weird.

One night you had your friends over and after spending some time degrading your new little house pet in front of them his embarrassment seemed to have gotten the best of him so he went to wash your clothes.

After all your friends left you felt the need to take a warm shower to relax your muscles. You went to your room where you found izuku had sat your laundry he had freshly washed for you. How perfect. You went to look through it to grab some warm clothes to have after your shower. Something caught your attention though. You were positive you had six pairs of panties in the wash and now there were only four. That was the seventh pair of underwear you lost this month. They just seemed to vanish. It wasn’t till then you considered it was your roommate who had taken them. You decided to do some investigating. You went to shower and changed in the bathroom before squealing for Izuku.

“Ugh Izuku, come kill this ugly bug!”

He was quick to come running. Wanting to be the hero to your rescue as he saw you standing outside the bathroom and quickly went in searching for the bug. “Y/N I don’t see any bugs,” he told you softly before earning a scoff in return.

“You probably scared it off with your stupid face.”

You headed back to your room thinking it would be best to check back later in the night. Once the house was quiet and you were sure he wouldn’t be out of the room, you quietly went to the bathroom before seeing the cute little lilac thing you left in the bathroom was gone. ‘That little pervert’ you thought. You were going to call him out, but how could he think that was ok at all and now he owned you a pair of panties and maybe more. That was so -

“Ah, uh… fuck Y/N.”

Those words froze you into place as you stood in front of his room. The door just slightly cracked barely giving you anything to look at, but god did you hear those sounds. You didn’t expect how feral he would sound as he jerked himself off to your panties. His groans were almost animalistic. You found yourself listening quietly, breath speeding up, and a new damp spot begging to grow. Now that you knew how much of a pervert the male was for you, oh you were going to have fun with it.

It started with small things like walking around with no bra on or leaving your panties in the bathroom for him to find. Then it increased to things like wearing his t-shirts around the house with nothing else telling him, “Maybe if you did my laundry on time I’d have clothes to wear moron.” It didn’t take long for the next step was brushing up against him. You noticed no matter what you touched he was turning red. Hand on his shoulder, he blushed. Grazing his thigh there's a chance he has to run the heat down or he’ll pass out. Squeezing past him at any moment to press your boobs or ass against him had him running to his room to release the build-up you caused him. Even with all this teasing he still did what she wanted and she still managed to be mean to him.

Izuku had nothing he hated about you. Even as you walked around the house teasing him he still wanted you and wanted to be with you. The teasing just made that harder. There was one thing you did he couldn’t stand. You were dating around. Something he knew for months, but he hated it. Every guy you are dating has hurt you in the past and or just wanted to have sex with you. Making things worse is that you knew what they wanted but would come home and complain and whine.

It was like that tonight as you entered the apartment, slamming the door hard enough to startle the poor freckled boy who was in the middle of going over some notes. You didn’t even give him a chance to speak before you started ranting about your night.

“That was such a waste of my night.” You spoke with annoyance in your voice as you took off your heels. “He wasn’t even a gentleman, he didn’t open my door, or pull out my seat. Didn’t even make sure I got inside safely.”

Izuku took this as a sign to set his notes down. He was taking in your words as you paced around the living room. He knew this conversation was going to happen when you told him you were going on a date. You truly had a shitty taste, he knew you could do better.

“Make things worse, he couldn’t even get me wet when we were in his car.” You continued your rant as you felt his eyes follow you going back and forth. You were so busy focusing on the words leaving your lips that you barely noticed that the male had gotten up and was moving to the kitchen. You also didn’t expect him to respond as he poured himself some tea.

“Maybe date guys who know how to treat women.”

Those words caught you off guard causing you to stop right in your tracks. Who did he think he was to be telling you what to do? Plus that tone wasn’t a friendly suggestion, it was sarcasm. You walked over to the kitchen already quick to bombard him with insults.

“Who are you to talk about treating women? You can’t even fucking look a girl in the eyes,” you spat as you caged him in between you and the counter as more harsh words spilled out as you laughed at him in disbelief.

“I bet you’ve never seen or made a girl finish, what girl would even want you?”

“Are you that dumb to think you know what a girl wants!?”

“You’re nothing but a pathetic fucking pervert.”

What happened next caught you off guard from how quickly it happened. As you spoke Izuku's you noticed the male's eyes had gotten darker and darker with each insult but you continued to push which ended with izuku lager hands gripping your hair at your scalp, pulling to make you look up at him.

“You don’t know when to shut up, do you,” he said, his voice low in your ear. You were so taken back by the new nature of the male in front of you. You’ve never seen him this way and you wanted more. “I try so hard to be nice to this pretty little face and what do I get in return, fucking whining,” he said harshly as he brought his face closer while his other hand gripped your ass causing you to gasp in surprise.

“In here whining about me being a pervert as if you didn’t fucking like it. You think I'm that dumb to not notice your little games, you like it don’t you?”

You didn’t say anything but let out a whimper closing your eyes at his harsh words causing heat to your core. You didn’t even know if you can get any words out of your mouth but feeling him roughly smack your ass caused you to let out a yelp.

“Answer me brat. When I ask you a question, answer it!”

“Y-yes I like it a lot,” you said softly, taking your lips in between your teeth as you kept your eyes on him. It’s like there was a shift in roles. Your usual demanding and cocky nature is completely gone now that you can see how scary the male could get. You always knew he could overpower you, the way he was a foot taller than you, and even though he wasn’t as big as your friend Kirishima it was still not unnoticeable that he had been to a gym. Is this what you wanted the whole time?

He smiled at your small voice before letting out a sigh. “I think my little brat needs to be punished,” he told you as he licked his lips looking at your vulnerable form. You shook your head quickly knowing what he had in mind for you sure would have to make up for the brutal abuse you put him through.

“Izu I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be nicer, I’ll be good” you promised before you could let another word out the male sigh letting go of your hair and cupping your cheeks. He kissed you as if telling you to shut up and you kissed back. Never did you imagine yourself kissing Izuku Midoriya, well not until you caught him moaning your name that night. It was intense and sloppy. He kissed you as if he’s been dreaming about it since the day he saw you. Well because he has been. You allowed him to take control of the kiss. Something that surprised him but oh he loved dearly.

He broke the kiss before pushing you to your knees. You looked up at him with flushed cheeks. You already had a feeling where this was going. “I heard a rumor that you don’t suck cock princess,” he said looking down at you. Being this low to the ground you were eye level with his growing cock. The sweats he wore did nothing to hide his size. You bit your lip at his statement as you nodded, assuring the information he told you was true. You hated it. Anytime you were with a guy who wanted a blow job they were always so pushy and were rougher than you wanted.

“Well if you want daddy to forgive you, you’re going to take him in that pretty little mouth of yours. Go on take it out,” he said, grabbing your hair. You bit your lip and nodded before pulling him out. Your eyes widened seeing his full size. He expected you to put all of that in your mouth? It was obvious he could tell by your reaction that you were not fully prepared for him at all. “Just relax, and take as much as you can handle,” he said as he used his other hand to make you look up at him. The look on his face was sadistic but his touch was gentle as ever. You were practically melting in his palms. How did this man struggle around you so much, where was this confidence coming from?

It didn’t matter because at that moment you took him I’m in your two hands barely able to hold him with your hands so much smaller compared to his size. You started by giving the prominent vein at the length of her cock. Hearing his breath hitch as he watched you made you want more. You took the tip in your mouth suckling it softly as you hummed a bit tasting the salty precum that was leaking from him. Oh, how you wanted to taste more of him. After a bit, you decided to take as much of him as you could as you heard him let out a small moan.

“J-just like that princess, fuck argh… you’re doing so g-good,” he stuttered out as he felt his eyes shut. This was a dream come true for Izuku and he was going to make the best of it. Your lips were so soft and feeling the way you used your tongue to lick the length of his cock while hollowing your cheeks was making him see hearts.

You took more of him in your mouth trying your best not to gag as you felt the tip brush against the back of your throat. He watched in awe seeing how you were truly trying to fit him in such a small mouth of yours. So he decided you were ready to be punished for your behavior. You had honestly forgotten that you were even going to be.

The grip on your hair tightens, causing you to moan around him. He used his grip to stop your movement and smirked down at you. “Ready for your punishment princess, if I go too far tap my thigh twice ok. If you understand, tap me once now,” he told you softly looking down at you receiving just what he wanted. “Perfect.”

It was right after that moment he began to thrust into your mouth keeping your head still as he did so. So much rougher than before purposely pulling gags out of you. You didn’t think he could get any worse until you felt his finger pinch your nose restricting you from breathing. He fucked your throat ruthlessly watching as you tried your best not to choke but oh did he love the sound of when you did.

“Fuck look at you, you’re so pretty like this,” he said his voice shaky with each thrust. He loved the way tears and drool covered your face. Your perfectly done makeup for your date, that you had long forgotten about ruined and smeared. Oh, you were perfect this way and he was pretty sure this was the first time he has ever gotten to stop talking.

“So fucked out with just my dick that you swore was not good for you, I guess you’re the pathetic one,” he teased. He felt his cock twitch as his moans became more consistent. You wanted him to cum just as bad as he wanted to. You hummed around him to make it hard for him to control his thrust. You had sent him over the edge.

The hot salty cum spilled out of him filling your cheeks. You could barely swallow it as you gagged from the lack of oxygen causing it to spill past your lips. He looked down at you pulling his cock out of your mouth in awe. Neither of you could believe what just happened, but he didn’t regret anything and he knew you didn’t when he pulled you into a kiss causing you eagerly kiss back with your cum smeared lips.

Once the heated kiss was done he licked you up taking you to the bathroom to clean you up. Resting you gently in the sink before starting to clean off your face wanting to make sure to get every bit of mess there was. You took in the male's features as he did so. His cheeks were flushed more than you've ever seen. Hands a bit shaky as he cleaned you off. Your adorable perverted roommate was not only nervous with you still but embarrassed. You let out a giggle at your discovery as you looked up at him as he finished.

“Izzy,” you said in a sing-songy tone earning a small hum from him. “You know I’m still going to be a little bitch to you right.”

He chuckled a bit before sighing and nodding as he put the washcloth into your guys' laundry basket. He had known that since he met you.

“I’ll just have to punish you more.”

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