#classes (tentatively) passed and rest beginning.... now!!!

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TO DO (official) LIST IS COMPLETE!!!!! QUARTER IS OVER!!!! I AM FREE!!!!!!!

[agustdiv1ne]

taehyun as the nerd in your psychology class who gets hard watching you put on your lip gloss- 😳

AJKAKDKSKFJJWJFHS ADA. ADAAAAA. ok i am so sane i am so normal i am so sane and normal and AHHHH-

(MDNI!!!!)

taehyun sits across from you in lecture, glasses perched on high on his nose and always clothed in comfortable hoodies and jeans. his seat gives him a perfect view of you, the person who he's had a perverted little crush on since the very beginning of the semester. you're pretty, okay? smart too, always answering the professor's questions when you can and diligently taking notes every class without fail, the end of your pen placed primly between your parted lips.

those lips are fucking sinful, he thinks. they're plump and just oh so kissable, lip gloss never not applied — lip gloss that he's weirdly obsessed with. he likes watching it glint under the lights of the lecture hall whenever you speak, your voice a siren song in his ears as his cock twitches below the table he sits at. he wants to see that lip gloss smeared across your face while you're under him writhing with unadulterated pleasure. he wants to feel it the sticky liquid against his own lips, his neck, everywhere. what do you taste like? he bets you taste sweet, maybe like bubblegum or cotton candy or something fruity, if the pink color gracing your lips is anything to go by.

you're just about done answering the professor's question (something about freud, he isn't really paying attention at the moment) when your hand brandishes his favorite thing in the world: a tube full of that pink sticky stuff that he adores. with one last smile, your fingers untwist the tube and apply some more gloss to your lips, and taehyun's cock fully hardens below the table, a very obvious tent in his pants. fuck. right now, really?

yet he still can't bring himself to wrench his wanting gaze from your lips, taking in how they smack together a couple times and quirk into a small smile as you look at him — wait, you're looking at him. and down to his lap, and back up to his face.

oh. oh, no.

you're openly ogling his boner with a surprised, almost humored smile, eyes not leaving him as he shrinks into himself a little, his panicky hands shoving his hoodie over his lap. he's been caught, there's no way you don't think he's weird now. shit. squriming in his seat, he shoves his hood over his head, hunches over the table, and starts taking rapid notes, not looking back at you for the rest of the class.

although he tries his best to avoid you after class, you manage to catch him before he can leave his seat. with an air of confidence, you introduce yourself, your stray gaze passing over his lap. he gulps, offering his name, which causes you to smile. there goes that lip gloss again, shining, taunting him. he wants to cum on them, mix his white cum into that sheer pink — shit, stop thinking about that. think about freud. yeah, frued and his vomit-inducing contributions to psychology. yeah, perfect.

"hello?" you call, waving a hand in front of face. his eyes blink back into focus, finding yours again. "i asked if you wanna study together sometime?" you're biting your lip, looking hopeful. playful now, almost.

"yeah, that sounds great," he replies just as confidently, though every single drop is fake. inside, he's shaking like a leaf at the thought of the two of you alone together, how close you would be. so when you smile and give him your number, hitting him with a giddy, "bye, taehyun! see you thursday!" as you scurry off, he's left sitting there almost dumbfounded. his cock is still hard beneath his hoodie, but it seems as if everyone has vacated the lecture hall now, no sign of life anywhere. maybe, maybe...

he nearly moans aloud at the feeling of relief, his jeans quickly unzipped so he can grope himself harder. his eyes remain on the door as he continues. shit, he shouldn't be doing this. what if he gets caught? but it feels so fucking good, thinking about you and your pretty fucking lip gloss, imagining those lips around him as he fucks your throat. groaning, he whispers a curse out into the quiet air, a purr of your name. fuck, baby, feels so good.

too good. he really can't stop now, hand pumping his cock so fast that he fears his arm may cramp, messy precum everywhere — but he can risk being a bad student for once in his life, he thinks.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Hot as a Summer Revival

Alpha!Thomas Hewitt x Omega!F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: You meet a helpful stranger when you least expect it.

Warnings: A/B/O AU, blood, predator/prey if you squint, noncon I guess because of heat but reader is très enthousiastique, virgin!Tommy, he doesn’t let a little bit of premature ejaculation stop him, creampies, knotting

Your shoulders burn. Blazing sunlight radiates down on you from a cloudless sky and sears your exposed skin. Sweat pours down your back and drenches your shirt, sticking it to the heavy backpack you carry. Your shoes kick up dust with each laborious step.

You hope the trucker that kicked you out in the middle of this wasteland dies in a fiery crash.

“More trouble than you’re worth,” he’d spat before slamming the door shut and speeding off. Your jaw clenches at the memory.

It’s your own fault, really.

Your scent-killing soap had run out a few days prior. You’d risked hitchhiking, desperate, and luckily a beta had picked you up. But, as the day grew warmer and you started to sweat, there was no more hiding.

Sure, times are changing. People become more and more progressive each year, but there are still plenty who look down on omegas. To them, you’ll never be anything more than lower class breeding stock.

You shake your head. No point dwelling on things you can’t change. Focus on what you can control, like figuring out where the hell you are.

Dry grass rustles in a hot breeze. The wind brings no relief, just the scents of parched earth, desert willow, white oak, and some dead thing rotting in the oppressive heat. There’s a whole lot of nothing as far as the eye can see. You’re somewhere in west Texas, you’re almost certain, but you haven’t seen another car or building or road sign for miles….

Watery eyes, irritated by dust and blinding sun, squint to focus. Through the heat simmering off the road you spot it: A fading green sign in the distance. You shuffle a little faster and allow yourself to hope for nearby civilization.

Fuller - 3 Miles

The name doesn’t ring any bells, but if there’s even one gas station, you’ll be happy. Your pack kicks up more dirt when it crashes to then ground. Digging through the pockets, you find your water bottle. Stale, lukewarm water wets your dry throat as you rest your sweaty back against the sign post.

As you catch your breath and sip, you begin to notice a new sensation. A new discomfort. Warmth prickles under your skin, the barest hint of a tingle you hardly register until you focus. Then there’s the tug deep in your gut, the promise of a future hunger no food or drink can satisfy. The sweat dripping from your body begins to change and take on a new scent, one that fills the air around you until the breeze carries it away.

A calling card.

No. No, no, no, not now! It’s too early, isn’t it? You push away from the sign post, water within the bottle sloshing with your trembling. Frantically, you attempt to count back the weeks and realize you don’t even know what day it is.

More time has passed than you thought.

Running a hand through your hair, you suck in a breath to steady yourself. What will you do now? You can’t go to town, not until your heat passes. And with this wind, every alpha in the vicinity is going to smell you.

Think. Wildly, you look around you, ignoring that accursed burn settling between your thighs. There, up ahead: A grove of trees. You have a tent and sleeping bag in your backpack. You’ll hide for a few days and ride this out.

Grunting, you heave your pack back onto your sunburned shoulders and trudge down the road once again.

This is going to fucking suck.

*

Everything is sticky; your hair clings to your dewy brow, your sleeping bag adheres to your sweaty skin, and the slick coating your thighs glues your legs together. Inside, you burn with need. Every nerve ending is alight, overly sensitive. Even the gentle breeze billowing through your tent makes you pant and squirm.

The maddening ache demands relief. You rip off your soaked shorts and fling them away. Pushing your damp panties to the side, you hump your hand, all thoughts of dignity replaced by an animalistic craving. There is only want, only desperation.

It’s not enough.

Your scent fills the tent, nearly suffocating. Repeatedly inhaling the smell of your want is going to drive you insane. You need air!

“Fuck,” you whimper, weakly pushing to your knees. Trembling, feverish, you crawl to the tent entrance, unzip the mesh screen, and tumble out into the dirt. Sucking in lungfuls of fresh air clears your fuzzy head, if only a little.

As you lay still and breathe, you listen to the nighttime melodies. Crickets chirp, frogs croak, mocking birds call for mates. Leaves rustle in a soft wind. Rodents scurry through the undergrowth. It begins to sound like a lullaby—

CRACK

With a jolt, you sit upright. A branch had broken somewhere in the thicket behind your tent. Your ears strain, eyes darting around, searching the darkness. A full moon shines overhead, but the canopy above obscures the light it offers. Trees and shrubs take on monstrous form in the gloom, their twisted branches like spindly arms, reaching for you.

Rustling to your left now. Your heart slams against your ribs. Foliage crunches under heavy boots. Moonlight illuminates a hulking shadow slinking between the trees.

Something massive stalks through the brush just out of sight.

Rooted to the ground, you shake like a leaf in the wind. You’re so weak; fight will be out of the question. Flight is only option that remains.

You won’t make it far, though.

As you silently panic and weigh your escape options, a shadowy figure steps into the clearing. They are huge, well over six feet. You can’t make out any features, backlit as they are by the moonlight.

Sudden terror gives you a burst of strength and you stagger to your feet. You launch yourself into the trees, a weak cry leaving your throat when thunderous footfalls give chase Fear forces you into a sprint, makes you ignore the pain in your bare feet when they split open and bleed on fallen branches.

Your stumbling makes a racket, gasping breaths and crashing feet a cacophony in the quiet forest. Trees race past, but it isn’t long until helplessness seeps back into your muscles. You slow, your trembling legs barely able to hold your weight.

Vines you can’t see in the dark ensnare your clumsy feet. You smash into the ground, pain blooming along your palms, knees, and behind your eyes. A tangy, metallic scent invades your nostrils. Stunned and disoriented, you wonder why your face feels wet. When you touch your upper lip, your fingers come away black. Your nose bleeds freely down your face, your blood inky black in the darkness.

Boots stomp behind you. Your pursuer is mere feet away. Heart leaping into your throat, you whip onto your back.

A man stands before you—a tall, broad shouldered, powerful man. His chest heaves, his deep breaths like a gale in the quiet grove. At his sides, his hands are balled into fists.

He takes a measured step closer and a swath of moonlight illuminates his face. You see dark, shoulder length hair, a furrowed brow, but what catches your attention is the leather mask he wears across the lower half of his face.

You’re about to wonder at its use, but then the wind changes.

His scent washes over you and every muscle in your body seizes. Fresh cut oak, sharp citrus, heady musk, and old blood assault your senses, his smell overpowering even the metallic scent of your bleeding nose. You’re struck dumb, frozen in place, mouth hanging open in shock.

Alpha.

Never have you been immobilized by the mere scent of an alpha. He hasn’t even spoken. No commands have left his mouth, yet you’ve already surrendered, submitted in every sense. Between your legs, you throb, slick gushing from your cunt and further drenching your underwear.

The alpha twitches and breaks free of the momentary trance that held the two of you. Slowly, he drops to his knees. There is conflict in his body language as he crawls to you, like he’s fighting the urge to pounce and tear you to shreds.

He’s trying not to scare you, trying to hold himself back.

But why?

A tremulous breath spills past your parted lips and your legs automatically fall open to accommodate the alpha’s huge frame. The shivering starts up again, your body combusting when he hovers over you.

His eyes meet yours; you can’t discern their color in the dark, but they watch you so intently, tracing every inch of your face. You go lax under his scrutiny, your head dropping back into the dirt and tipping to the side.

The alpha’s gaze darts to the exposed flesh of your neck, to your face, then back again. Hesitantly, he dips his head until his hair tickles your face and the leather of the mask drags up the column of your throat.

You groan at the touch, oversensitive skin prickling. Over and over, he inhales deeply, drowning himself in your scent. You whimper and arch, hips rolling so you grind up against him.

He startles at the contact, thick fingers flying to your hip to hold you still. A whimper leaves you and your nails rake impatiently through the dirt.

“P-Please, I…I need…I need…please h-help me,” you beg, your voice so pathetically weak and shaky, but you ache so deep, so intensely you can think of nothing else. Your legs burn with desire you can’t control. You are certain if you aren’t bred by this alpha now you will die.

The alpha’s own breaths tremble, mirroring the shaking of the hand on your hip. With a sharp inhale, his nails dig into the fabric of your panties, twist, and rip. You gasp and nod, near delirious with want.

He looks at you again, his eyes wide and wild. He’s teetering on the edge, seconds from losing composure. You stare back, pleading with your eyes, reassuring him, urging him on. In your chest, your frenzied heart hammers.

He swallow thickly. Sitting back, he fumbles with his trousers. You hear the clink of a belt, the pop of the button, the slide of the zipper. Hot, thick flesh rests on your mound as he leans forward and you keen at the feel.

Your hips tilt immediately, as though they have a mind of their own. Slick folds slide up and down the alpha’s girth; just this is nearly enough to make you cum. Finally, he makes a sound, like he’s choking on a groan.

Fingers trail along your inner thigh and hesitate before prodding your cunt. It’s tentative, his touch. Exploratory. Your lust-addled brain can’t fathom why he seems so unsure.

You suck in air through your teeth when his digits sink into slick warmth. He gives a few experimental thrusts, which elicit a sweet, little mewl from you. Your slippery walls squeeze his fingers, the wet slide audible even over your gasps.

Your sounds break his resolve. The alpha growls. He rips his fingers from your dripping hole and hastily guides his cock to your entrance. It takes a few tries before he finds it again, the tip of his cock running up and down between your lips until you sob in desperation.

All the air leaves your lungs when he slips inside, surges forward, and buries every thick inch deep in your cunt. Your hands fly to his shoulders, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt when you immediately climax, the relief of finally being filled shoving you over the threshold into ecstasy.

The alpha utters a strangled groan as he grips your waist, his shoulders tensing under your hands. You feel it then, the spreading warmth of his seed. He came with you?

But oh, he’s still hard as stone within you. Trembling with barely contained desire, he gives an experimental buck of his hips. Your teeth sink into your lip, your cry muffed behind your teeth.

He leans down over you, buries his face in the crook of your neck so you can whisper in his ear, “P-Please don’t s-stop, please, please I need-need you, it’s…it hurts….”

You don’t finish, the rest of your words lost in a shriek when the alpha slams into you. His thrusts are uncoordinated and sloppy, but you help, raising your hips to meet his until he matches your rhythm.

The forest soon echoes with your pleasure; his strained groans, your high moans, the rustle of foliage under your back and the wet smack of flesh. You nuzzle your face into his own neck, the alpha’s powerful scent making you dizzy. All thoughts are replaced with sensation, your only focus the feeling of the cock battering your insides.

The heat raging in your belly turns scorching. You feel the alpha’s knot beginning to swell and a possessive urge takes over, making your wrap your legs around his hips. You’ve never needed anything more in your life, you’re certain.

When you reach the precipice once again, you don’t have the presence of mind to warn him, but you’re sure he can feel it in the way your slick muscles clench around his length. With a rumbling moan, he shoves his knot into your spasming channel and you scream, eyes rolling back, every muscle pulled taut in blinding euphoria.

Panting, heart thrumming, sweat beading along your brow, you gradually return to earth. Your fingers ache from gripping the alpha so tightly. With difficulty, you pry them from his shirt. Your quivering legs slip off his sides and fall bonelessly to the ground.

The knot seated within you and the spend filling you work to quell the unchecked desire racing through your veins, if only for a little while. The heat will soon return with fervor.

With climax comes clarity, the needy haze in your mind lifting and making way for rational thought. Two things become immediately apparent: One, you have just been bred by absolute stranger, an alpha who had found you in the middle of the forest. Your scent must have drawn him, but where did he come from? You don’t even know his name, for fuck’s sake.

And two: This alpha is a virgin. Or rather, he used to be. The hesitance, the fumbling, the immediate release when he’d entered you…. In the moment, your want-driven mind couldn’t connect the dots.

You let your head fall back. The alpha’s eyes meet yours, but quickly look away again. Is that shame, you see? Fear? Again, you wonder why he wears the mask.

Tentatively, you reach up and push the sweaty hair off his brow. Your fingertips trace the side of his face, your palm coming to rest on his masked cheek. Cautiously, he lifts his gaze to yours.

You clear your throat and murmur, “Um, hi.” You tell him your name and ask, “Can…can you, um, talk?” The man shakes his head and looks away. You nod and gently press his cheek to get his eyes back on you.

“It’s okay. Maybe…maybe you could write your name down for me? When…you know, when we can….” you trail off with a breathy laugh. You feel his cheek grow warm under your fingertips.

One of the alpha’s hands leaves your hip. He brings a finger to the exposed skin under your collarbone. Deliberately, he begins to trace and you realize he’s spelling out his name.

T-H-O-M-A-S

“Thomas?” He nods and you swear you feel his face briefly lift in a grin. You smile back. “Well, Thomas, um. Thank you for helping me, but it’s…uh, it’s gonna get bad here in a minute again so….” As you speak, you feel his knot begin to shrink. You talk faster, “So, I know my scent right now is…how hard it is to think when you’re…so if you want to get away, now might be a good—

You bite your lip when a deluge of cum spills down your ass to drip into the dirt. A whiny moan crawls up your throat. You want to curse the way your core pulses, your insides just beginning to smolder.

Thomas inhales deeply. You know your pores are leaking hunger yet again. Before you can speak, the world lurches.

Thomas grasps you around the middle and flips onto your front. Impatiently, he lifts your hips up, hard cock grinding against your slit. He’s bolder this time, more sure of himself when he buries his girth deep in your guts.

Now, at least you have a name to scream.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The impossibility of man

Military record of Seventh Front battle report on Grengo IX. Present: Commander Sulva: Commander of the seventh front Supreme Commander Digon: Supreme leader of Alliance forces on Grengo IX Recording begins: *Door opens*

Alien commander: Commander Sulva reporting as ordered. Alien supreme Commander: At ease.

*Rustling as Commander takes seat opposite Supreme Commander*

SC: I first wish to congratulate you on your victory along the seventh front.

SC: If I’m being perfectly honest, the seventh was not the breakthrough we were expecting it to be. In fact, we pictured that the fighting would devolve into a stalemate for at least another six months.

C: Thank you, but if I can be truthful to you as well I had little to do with the victory. The soldiers that served under me were the ones that carried the day.

SC: Your modesty is noted, but don’t sell yourself short.

C: Believe me sir, I’m not. The humans in particular literally were the ones responsible for the breakthrough.

SC: Under your orders.

C: Yes and no.

SC: Excuse me?

C: The human contingent representative came to me the morning before the twenty seventh and told me that there was growing discontent over the length of the campaign.

SC: I was told that the human contingent was comprised of professional soldiers.

C: It is. Three hundred of the finest soldiers the Terran’s could spare.

SC: Then they should understand that this is war and things change.

C: The problem was that the human officials that recruited them had stated that their tour of duty on the front line would last no longer than six months and then they would be rotated back to their homeworld for a month of rest and reoperation.

C: They had been serving on the front line for nine months and had heard nothing of their rotation status; a fact the human representative had expressed was the root of the discontent they now felt.

SC: The navy has been hard pressed maintaining our supply lines during the conflict. Every ship capable of space flight has been put into service for ferrying supplies and reinforcements. If we had diverted even one ship to drop them off it would have offset the supply schedule and left thousands without ammunition or food or any of the other dozen necessities of war.

C: I explained as much to the human, but he said that the rank and file would not accept that and were more likely to mutiny.

SC: The human said that they would mutiny unless you gave them a ride back to their dirtball of a planet!?

SC: Why I’ll flog them until I see bone for their insubordination!

C: I also said something along those lines followed by “If you want to go home so bad, go take hill 343B and I’ll send him and all three hundred of them back first class”.

C: I then told them to leave my tent before I had him shot on the spot, to which they saluted and promptly left the tent.

SC: What is hill 343B?

C: It was the enemy nerve center for the seventh front. Situated well behind their lines, all enemy movements were commanded from hill 343B.

SC: Now I remember it. Your forces captured it on the following day if I remember your after action report.

C: This is where the confusion comes in as I never gave a direct order for my forces to launch an offensive.

SC: But your report stated-

C: That force’s under my command launched a surprise attack that broke through enemy lines and captured hill 343B.

C: It seems the human took my dismissive statement as a literal order and passed it along to the rest of the human contingent when they returned to their ranks.

SC: ……….

SC: This is some form of human humor, right?

C: I’m afraid not sir.

SC: You’re telling me the breakthrough offensive, that has all but won us this war, was brought on by humans who wanted to go home?

C: Yes sir, that is correct.

SC: How is that even possible?

C: The humans sent a small force up along the Mulgua River to the Chesikik Dam. From there they closed the floodgates of the dam and sabotaged the control panels so they could not be opened again.

C: In two hours the water level along the entire river began dropping rapidly until finally it was low enough that it barely reached past the human ankle.

SC: And then?

C: Then all three hundred humans sprinted across the river bed to the other side and took the enemy by surprise.

SC: They sprinted across the river bed?

C: Yes.

SC: And the enemy didn’t try to stop them?

C: They only had small patrols in the area as they believed the river impassible. It was a mile across after all and their scanners would have detected any vehicle movement and alerted their forces in good order. They mistook the large concentration of humans crossing the riverbed as increased water temperature just from the sheer size of them.

C: By the time they realized what had happened the three hundred humans had already made it across carving a bloody swathe through their ranks.

SC: *Silent in disbelief*

C: They stumbled upon an enemy vehicle depot along their attack, captured several dozen vehicles, and then proceeded to use them to sneak into hill 343B.

C: They called it the “Trojan Maneuver”.

SC: The what?

C: Something to do with their history about sacrificing a horse to a fish god.

SC: Any other species that would be confusing, but for humans it’s just another Tuesday.

C: Their forces pretended to attack the captured vehicles as they retreated to hill 343B and the defenders let them in thinking they were friendlies.

C: No sooner had the last vehicle entered the compound did the captured vehicles turn their weapons on the base defenses. They obliterated nearly everything but the central building which housed the communications gear.

C: After that they broadcast an all clear to the rest of my forces and I responded by ordering a full offensive.

SC: *silent*

SC: Where is this human representative?

SC: I want to get their side before I decide if I want to flog them or give them a medal.

C: I’m afraid it will be a while before you c.

SC: Were they injured?

C: No.

SC: Then explain why I need to wait?

C: I had them and the surviving members of the human contingent sent back to their homeworld on the first transport.

SC: You what?!

C: I had promised them that much and they made it clear in no subtle terms what would happen if I did not honor my word.

SC: What, were they going to storm my command bunker next if they didn’t get their way?

C: ……….

SC: Oh gods they said that didn’t they.

C: Yes, yes they did. ( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)      

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Teasing BTAS Jon from his first episode specifically in public

Content warning: smut

"Alright class, to your seats." John began. Most of the class was seated before you, you had been one of the last ones to come in.

"Good afternoon, professor." You greeted him. He hesitated.

"Y/n..." He greeted back with a cautious head nod. "Now class, today I'll be talking about-" He cut himself off, noticing that you had bent over. Your rear was facing him directly. The rest of the class turned to look at you, curious about what had made the professor stop talking. You got back up and looked at the class, then at John.

"Sorry, I dropped my pencil." You said before getting into your seat. You gave the professor a certain look that sent a shiver down his spine.

"A- anyway... Today I will be talking about the psychology of fear." He said. There were a few groans from your classmates.

"Again?" One of them asked. His brow furrowed.

"Oh, quit your whining! It's necessary if you want to pass!" He argued. One of your classmates had their hand up. "Yes, c/n?" He asked.

"With all due respect sir, it's the middle of the school year and the psychology of fear is all we've gone over since the beginning of the year. When are we going to cover other things?" Your classmate asked. John crossed his arms.

"We'll cover other things when the time comes." He said, annoyed. "Anyway, the psychology of fear. We ended last class talking about phobias, I'd like to get back to that." He said, slightly condescending. He had been making your class go through each phobia and what they all meant in alphabetical order. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, pentheraphobia, the fear of hatred of one's mother-in-law." He stated. A few of your classmates snickered. John gave them the side eye.

~~~

He was in the middle of his explanation when he turned to the board to draw a visual representation of what he was talking about. Upon turning his head to see if the class was following along, you caught his eye. He noticed you weren't looking at the board. He followed your gaze and found that you were staring directly at his rear, biting your lower lip before looking up at his eyes. He reddened and stumbled over his words. He cleared his throat and resumed what he was saying. After a few minutes of him talking, you noticed his eyes had landed on you and you took the opportunity to stretch your arms over your head, exposing the shape of your body under your top and a bit of your belly. He stumbled over his words again. He cleared his throat and tried to go on with his lecture when he suddenly felt that his cock had hardened a bit. He was rather red in the face. He noticed you giggling a bit and looking directly at his cock. If you could see it, the others could. He hastily went behind his desk to hide the growing tent in his pants and abruptly announced there was a pop quiz. He sped around the room handing out the quizzes. When he got to you, he noticed you were looking for any sign of his boner. He hardened quite a bit as he quickly handed you your quiz and sat back down at his desk. He shuffled in his chair a bit, trying to calm himself. After a few minutes, the fire in his pants was starting to die down. That is, until his mind started to wander. He started to think about you. Pictures of you standing over him as he knelt at your feet wearing a gag and a small skirt that barely covered his dick and a small, stained thong with his hands tied behind his back and a camera pointed directly at him as you laughed at the sight filled his mind. Or him on your lap as you spanked him in front of the entire class as they all laughed at him. He pictured you tying him somewhere and making your friends laugh as he'd try desperately not to piss himself and end up doing it anyway. He pictured you making him cum through his pants in front of his superiors. Best of all, he pictured you catching all of it on camera and playing it in front of the entire school. Once class was over, you strutted up to him as he sat at his desk, beat red and a sweaty mess with his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Have a good day sir." You said with a cheeky smile.

"Same to you." He said quickly. As soon as everyone had left the classroom, he ran to the nearest bathroom and jacked himself off, unable to wait until he got home. He desperately hoped no one had noticed him, but part of him hoped otherwise.

[alphasunpup]

Feedist Kinktober Day 15- Werewolf

*Mmm, my favorite kinda weight gain, fat ass werewolves. As always enjoy and thanks @fatguarddog for creating these prompts!

It all started about nine months ago. I was walking home from class when I noticed you following me. At first you looked like a large dog. I shrugged it off and walked home that night. Then you showed up to my back porch.

"Hello?" I said tentatively. I don't know why I thought saying hi to you would do something.

You huffed but did nothing else.

"Okay." Maybe you were just hungry. I decided to grab some chicken I was gonna make for dinner and left it for you on the back porch. You take the chicken and leave. I sigh and realize I just got played for food.

But the next morning there was a dead deer carcass on the back porch. I grimaced looking at the bloodied thank you note. It was sweet but I had no clue what to do with this.

"Thank you," I said into the morning air thinking you might hear me. I decided to text maybe one of the food science and animal majors what I could do with this.

A month passes before I see you return to my back porch. I still had the deer meat you left me now in the freezer. I've had only deer meat to eat which was tiresome. I decide to give you the rest so I could reclaim some freezer space. The next morning there's a wild boar on my morning and I'm back to calling the butcher my animal/food science friends recommended.

For the next couple of months this continues. Sometimes you showed up the full moon other times you did it on the new moon. Sometimes it was some random moon cycle I didn't know about. I think you did it to keep it interesting. By winter I noticed my gut was beginning to spill out of my sweaters. Which meant winter shopping which was fun.

It had snowed when you arrived right on time for the full moon. The moon was gorgeous outside as it shined dim light on the snow covered ground. I notice you look bigger than before, huskier. It could've been your fur was thicker thanks to the cold but you just looked bigger.

"You gonna come inside?" I finally ask. You blink at me and look surprised. I have to fully push the sliding door for you to get through and even then you were struggling.

We're now up and close and goddamn were you big. You were at least as tall as a horse maybe even two horses. You had silky black fur, a bit of it covered in snow, and you really were a giant wolf. I give you a piece of whatever meat you caught for me last time. I think it was deer again, I was losing track. I sit by the couch next to the fire place. You kinda bark at me at get me to sit on the floor. I roll my eyes. For a wild animal you sure were bossy as hell.

I sit on the floor and you lift your colossal body before sitting on top of me. I grunt from the heaviness and sigh. I do feel your fat belly pool into my lap which is nice. I yawn listening to the crackling of the fireplace and whatever the hell was on the TV.

I don't remember when or how I got into the position of you being curled around me. It's now morning, with the sun rising just over the edge. I look at your face now. Your beautiful chubby cheeks, your fat belly pushing against me, your stretch mark laden skin shining in the sunlight.

You look at me with sleepy eyes and chuckle. "Pretty nice first date." You kiss my own chubby cheeks and I blush.

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 5 of Whumptober 2024: Back in a jiffy

No. 5: SUNBURN Healing Salve | Heatstroke | “If my pain will stretch that far.” (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

This is taking place in my own DnD/fantasy world.

Dr. Victor Moreau is my mostly human fleshsmith inventor (KibblesTasty Homebrew class).

Ludwig Richter is a tiefling and a former gravedigger turned archeologist who wields a rifle and a battle shovel named Charon.

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Back in a jiffy

"Hey, Roger! The search party is cancelled! Tell the others this asshole has found himself. You guys can rest for today."

Victor grins as he stumbles through the dry underbrush towards their camp a couple hours after noon. Finally. He left early in the morning to try catching some desert scorpions but got lost after obtaining a couple. He passed out from the heat for a bit but inspiration struck him in his sleep and upon waking up he was able to recognize a cactus that he saw on his way into the desert and eventually found his way back.

"Where the fuck have you been?!"

His partner Ludwig runs up to him with quite a fearsome expression and grabs his arm but lets go as Victor produces a pained whimper at the touch. His skin has been thoroughly scorched by the blazing sun. The pain level is quite bad and he can barely see straight. Yet he keeps his smile wide for Ludwig and for himself. Nothing to worry about. He can fix himself easily. He is a doctor after all.

"Scorpion hunting. I told you in the morning, right?"

He giggles at his forgetful partner. He is such a serious archeologist yet he managed to forget something so simple.

"Yesterday morning, yes! We've been looking for you all over the place! Surely, you had enough of your chemicals with you to sent a smoke signal or something?"

The tiefling flicks his tail in frustration as he grabs Victor's hand and begins dragging him towards his own medical tent. His grips hurts despite how gentle it is but Victor does not make a sound this time, not wanting him to let go. They hold hands so rarely. Ludwig is normally so shy about their relationship.

"Yesterday? Huh. I must have passed out for longer than I thought… My bad!" He tries squeezing his hand around Ludwig's apologetically but that makes the pain too close to unbearable.

"Passed out? This is it. You are not leaving camp alone anymore, got it? I'm not letting you get hurt like this again because of your own carelessness."

Victor breathes out a tremendous sigh of relief as he is brought into the cool medical tent. He invested in the right set of charms, that's for sure.

"Got it?!" Ludwig turns around with a roar letting go of his hand and gently but sternly grabbing his face by the chin to make him look at down himself directly. "Victor, are you even listening?"

"Y-yeah… Got it…" Victor lies but seeing the worry written all over Ludwig's face he does his best to collect himself. "Not really. I am having trouble concentrating… Heat stroke, definitely."

"No shit, Doctor… Sit down here."

He plops down on the medical bed with a tired groan and quickly takes off his shirt, shoes and socks as his partner rummages through his supplies. All Victor can this about is how hot the man is when he is angry. Or when he is not. He is always hot. He chuckles dreamily as a bottle is thrust into his hands.

"Can you check if this is your heat medicine? I am pretty certain but your labels are weird…"

"It is, love. You got it right. Such a smart man…" Victor trails off forgetting what he wanted to say but he enjoys the way his lover blushes at that, so that was good enough.

He shrugs, uncorks the bottle and begins slowly drinking the solution as Ludwig sits down next to him with a big jar of healing cream.

"Where does it hurt the most?"

"Fuck if I know." Victor shakes his head. "Everywhere."

"Alright…"

It is hard to stay still when every touch to your skin hurts like crazy but the cold cream brings at least a little bit relief with it right away. Doctor Victor knows the value of a patient's cooperation though, so he does his best to not interrupt Ludwig and not move away from his hand.

"I… I am sorry, Victor. I was so worried about you. But I should not have yelled at you… You are hurting enough as it is, I should have thought about your poor eardrums."

"It is alright, love. You are sexy enough when you yell for me to forgive it."

Ludwig blushes and looks away for a moment, quickly remembering the task at hand and returning to it.

Victor has almost never been bothered by over people outbursts. Especially when it came to Ludwig. The man was usually right about whatever he was yelling about anyway.

[exosmutfactory]

Only Forever—Interlude

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 1.0k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: a conversation 💕 ]

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Interlude

Life can pass you by in the blink of an eye. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes flow into hours. If you aren’t careful, you'll lose track of days and weeks at a time.

Unfortunately, that’s how you feel after this new development between you and Baekhyun. You spent the last few days running on little sleep and a concerning amount of coffee to make it through your pile of assignments and vigorous work routine. Wake up. Work on school stuff. Take an extra shift. Sleep. And repeat.

If you had a choice, you would work fewer hours and take fewer classes at once. But you need to graduate on time. You need to pay your bills. If you had taken on an extra job like you usually do for winter and spring breaks, your bank account wouldn’t be looking so bare right now.

Like 98.99% of the rest of your country’s population, you don’t have the luxury to “relax” or a rich relative to rely on. You have to grind for every single extra penny you can make until you earn your degree to work the high-paying job of your dreams. That, or die trying.

You sigh, sharply sucking in a breath when you roll a stiff shoulder. After a particularly long shift yesterday, you woke up with most of your body screaming in agony. You’re just a young adult but damn if your bones aren’t already creaking from countless hours of hard labor. How many months ‘til graduation again? You aren’t getting any younger out here. You’d much rather put your blood, sweat, and tears into a career that you are passionate about, which brings you back to the present.

Sitting stiffly in the secluded corner of an upscale coffee shop, you wait impatiently for your companion to arrive, already wincing at the price of your drink and a small pastry. When is my next shift? You can’t help glancing down at the calendar on your phone, regretting all your life choices.

“Hey,” an all-too-familiar low voice floats into your ear, interrupting your thoughts.

You look up into warm brown eyes, taking in the man in front of you. Baekhyun’s hair is neatly parted in the middle, an endearing curl to the ink-black strands swept across his forehead. You blink a few times at the expensive sweater he is wearing, you can only imagine that it is made out of a thin material when you know how smotheringly hot the weather is outside today. “Hi,” you greet him dryly, regarding him with what you hope is a serious expression as you watch a look of surprise cross his handsome face. “We need to talk,” you continue, cutting to the chase, hyper-aware of his unwavering stare. “...What was that the other night?”

Baekhyun sets down his drink on the table, tentatively sitting across from you, brown eyes catching the sparkling rays of sunlight. “The other night?”

Your hands twitch as you hold onto your own mug for dear life. The confusion on his face, as if—

You choose not to linger on that because the last thing you need right now is to overthink before this conversation even begins. “You came to my apartment,” you remind him, trying to hold his thoughtful gaze, your heart racing in your chest. “In the middle of the night.”

“Yeah?”

“And kissed me.”

Baekhyun takes a sip of his coffee, licking the cream left on his lips from the overflowing lid. He regards you quietly for a moment, tilting his head. “...was I not supposed to do that?”

You resist the urge to hide your head in your hands. This is going nowhere. “You said we would talk about this,” you explain, gesturing to the space between the two of you. “Not show up at my place, make out for 5 minutes, then just-” you flush, but you have to get this through to him, waving your hand more to get your point across, “run back out the door.”

“I had a flight.” He justifies, and you can only groan in embarrassment, looking away. This awkward conversation is going to be the end of you.

“I know.” He literally sent you a picture of Big Ben in all the giant clock’s glory in the middle of your cramped study session—okay, time to change tactics.

“Just… Talk to me?” you look up at him, meeting his eyes. You immediately lift a finger before he can respond, recognizing the furrow between his brows and the frown on his parted lips. “I don’t expect you to quit your job. Just- communicate with me more, please? So we don’t fuck this thing up?” Any more than I already have… Because you’ve had enough relationships where the lack of communication ended up being the main reason for all the bad fallouts.

The thought must show on your face because Baekhyun’s eyes soften, his warm hand covering yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I said we would, I just-” He shakes his head, looking down at the table, raven bangs falling into his eyes. “I had to see you that night, but it was unfair of me. You can’t just-” He cuts himself off when his gaze drifts somewhere over your shoulder. Baekhyun bites his lip for a moment before meeting your gaze again, his expression pinched and jaw set in resolve. 

You watch him warily, shifting slightly in your seat to see what he’s looking at. All it takes is another flicker of his eyes to a nondescript man lingering at the front of the coffee shop for you to pick up on what he’s trying to say without words. Because even in a place like this, with highly trained waitresses and baristas, your conversation is limited.

The reminder stings in your chest. Yeah. There goes another nail on the coffin: just because you caught Baekhyun’s interest doesn’t mean social media and paparazzi are no longer an issue. It is a very big issue. Very. In fact, earlier Baekhyun had instructed you to walk into this establishment from the back entrance because he knows that a handful of camera-crouching goblins are stationed at the front door.

...

Yep. Reality never fails to bite me in the ass.

But looking up at Baekhyun’s earnest expression, you can’t stay mad at him.

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A/N: 

I made a goal to focus on this story this year, and like all my plans go, trouble finds me in 3’s. A lot of family heartbreak (relationship wise; I can’t trust anyone but my mother anymore) in November, my girlfriend and I broke things off the same day the family troubles struck, and at the beginning of this month, I lost a 5 year long friendship because neither of us was ready to be in a relationship yet they wanted to accuse me of things and tie me down right after I finish school. You can guess why writing best friends falling in love is hard on me lately… but if there’s one thing I have left, it’s my stubbornness, so I will do my best. It’s just hard.

Anyways, many lovely readers wanted these love birds to talk things out, so I hope this (short, smh-) chapter clears things up a bit!

—a bit, ‘cause I wouldn't be a writer if I didn’t write flawed characters :'D always be prepared for disaster to strike.

Thank you for all the lovely comments and support last chapter. I'll reply to everyone when I can. I love how y’all think!!! This all seems too good to be true, doesn’t it? 🤭 You all make these late nights spent writing worth it 🥰💕💕💕

Bye~~~! See you next time!

[schwarzwaldcr]

They said a stalker’s boon was preparedness, but not even the events of the past years could have prepared Schwarzwalders for when the tides turned. Stalkers were always seen as an under-class. People to be avoided, on par with the poor. But Germany took it to a greater extreme, where stalkers were told to not exist, usually very violently and without a trace. The erasure of their very existence made Schwarzwalders uneasy and quiet, unsettling in normal crowds of normal people. 

That changed when the world outside ended, when the Schwarzwald breathed her heaviest and swallowed not only the security walls and fences and cordons, but the world outside of it as well. The monstrous temperamental Zone had added another staggering twenty miles to her girth and thirty to her height, effectively swallowing the corner that had been France, Switzerland, and Germany in a seemingly-endless sea of dense forest and craggy mountains.

Now, survivors had swarmed into the territory of the ancient wood and it was Schwarzwalders who had stepped in to help the uneducated survive. Stalkers were no longer a subclass of people, they were saviors, and the shift was still staggering to most of them here. It felt strange to be seen and even liked to some degree, even if they tried to keep people from penetrating further in, passed the Threshold, into the forest propers and among the features and inhabitants that made Schwarzwald so treacherous to any who did not know the mechanics. There were few of the more stone-etched rules here in the new fringes. It allowed for more to better survive.

Along the eastern fringes was a structure that still stood, in a clearing, even after the final expansion. Built like a house with the aesthetics of the most common structures of the area, with hand-carved embellishments alongside pine and oak, the steep peaked roofs and dormers, a wrapping porch, and illuminated by black iron carriage lights that had the flicker of flames in them. The lights were electric, the flames fake. Like the rest of the tavern was powered, it was a mystery when the influence of Schwarzwald was so close by.

There are simply some things you do not ask about, only accept.

A mantra that kept people alive in Zones. Things happened. Indescribable things. Things that should not be anywhere near possible, but were. Stalkers always said that to survive, you did not question these things. Simply accepted them as natural, and so far, it seemed to keep people who took refuge in the overgrown fringes alive. It held true here, as well.

Wulf knew it well, exiting the front doors for a quick puff of smoke as part of her break, regarding once more with a mild curiosity the flickering lights on the porch and those by the sign at the end of the driveway. A tall woman, with piercing eyes and an overzealous mane of hair, she struck an intimidating profile. It didn’t take her long to sit and settle on the railing of the porch with a relaxing sigh, packing a pinch of loose tobacco into her pipe before lighting it and beginning to puff on it.

A small encampment had put down roots surrounding the tavern, shanty houses and tents around group firepits. Many of them were other stalkers, but there were some who had been civilians in a time in the past. So far, they seemed to get along with each other and with the tavern itself, and she offered a nonchalant wave of greeting to a few members of it as they climbed the stairs to the front doors. After them, the evening grew quiet.

It didn’t stay quiet for long. The trees surrounding the clearing plot began to groan, creaking wood at volumes so loud and frequencies so low that the structure for the tavern itself rumbled with it as though responding. It rolled around for a brief moment before it rumbled off into the distance, replaced in Wulf’s ears with the sound of whispering voices. Schwarzwald was speaking, but the words were muddled and hard to make out. Her brow furrowed a little in trying to make sense of it.

The sound of the chains holding the bench swing on the porch reached her, a slow creak and a jingle of metal. Her head turned slowly to look at it. A stout old woman, wearing long skirts and frilling tops with an intricately embroidered cap on her greyed head, was sitting on the cushions of the swing. It came to a slow halt while Wulf offered the woman a crooked smirk.

“Aaaah, Oma. Was not expecting your visit tonight...” she hummed, an undertone of affectionate familiarity to the anomaly.

Her response was a low chuckle, like a cluster of wind clacking leaves, followed by a voice made of the murmur of creaking wood and humming insects. “O My Child of Blood and Bone. It is not a simple visit that brings me here tonight. I come with a message, the same I give to my others here at this time. Visitors come to the east border.”

“Feeling a little more wild tonight, hm?” Wulf poked with some nonchalance before looking toward the end of the front walk and beyond that. The eastern boundary huh... “From that exclusion zone southeast of here, I assume?”

The seat began to rock again, the groan and clink of chains rhythmic with the breeze playing low along the ground. “Perhaps. Wherever they are from, it is a place my influence does not reach. I only noticed them when they entered where I can see.”

Wulf could only nod, puffing at her pipe for a second in thought before pushing with a little effort to stand and stretch. “Are the others coming, then?”

“The Raven and The Hare are on their way. I send The Fawn to you as well. The rest are too far from here to properly greet any guests.”

“Right. Well. I can’t go too far from the tavern just yet...”

“...As I know...”

“...So I’ll wait at the end of the path. If the others arrive in time, I’ll send them for you.” the taller woman stated, walking with relaxed -yet purposeful- steps toward the porch entry.

“I know I can count on you to maintain my peace.” the old woman whisped in her ear behind her. “But if they are naughty little pigs, GiVe Me ThEiR bOnEs...”

The low emphasis on the last command ticked something in the back of Wulf’s conscious mind. She could feel it, a pull on a metaphorical chain only she could feel against the nature of the command given. It wasn’t time yet, she told it, it would have to wait until conditions were met.

Oma was gone again before Wulf had left the porch, leaving the creaking porch swing behind. It wasn’t long before she arrived at the end of the walk, standing next to the wooden sign framed in wrought iron with Kreuzungs Taverne carved and stained in scroll font on the front. Standing next to one of the flickering carriage lights, she waited for either her brethren to meet up with her or the newcomers to arrive first.

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[eternallyfrustratedwriter]

And I Lit A Fire That Wouldn't Go Out

Chapter 8

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The rest of the day was spent with Dia riding around on Scotts shoulder while her friend tried his best to keep teaching his classes despite a fox-sized weight now resting on him. Once all the students had left, he relieved himself of his unwanted neck pillow before stretching his muscles out. 

"Okay, Dia. Gonna tell me what this is about?" asked Scott before sitting at his desk as he started organizing his papers. When his friend only let out a small whine from the back of her throat in response, he chuckled before ruffling the fur on her head and giving her a light scratch behind one of her ears. Dia batted his hand away with her paw before laying her head on the cool wood of the desk and focusing her gaze on the windows along the far wall that showed a partial view of one of the gardens that spanned the length of the school. "Okay then, keep your secrets. I do still need to get some grading done though." 

Dia huffed softly in acknowledgment, keeping to the area of the desk she'd claimed for herself as Scott got back to work.

Her mind flickered back to memories of when they'd just gotten to the mansion after being rescued by Professor X. She had stayed in her animal form for a month straight, not trusting that they were actually safe and that the military wasn't just fucking with her for some cruel experiment. Her paranoia had been off the charts with her stalking through the halls at night to make sure that no one was waiting to jump out from around a corner and hurt everyone. The only person she'd trusted had been Scott, as wary of the other mutants as she'd shown to be protective of them. 

And then, a month after being rescued, someone she'd unintentionally forgotten about had stormed through the doors of the mansion demanding a meeting with the professor. She'd, at the time, been taking a walk around the mansion and grounds with Scott, something they'd made a habit of since getting there. What usually ended up happening, though, was that Scott would walk while Dia would either allow herself to be carried in his arms or ride on his shoulders. Scott had ended up taking as much comfort in her as she had in him, them both bound by their horrible ordeal and only having the other to depend on. The word 'trauma bonding' had been introduced to her via the professor as to why they were so close despite being separated by 14 years and not having a lot of common interests. 

Their route had taken them by the professors office where, despite the soundproofing that had been done already, she could hear the heated argument inside thanks to her super hearing. The voices of Hank and Charles could be heard trying to calm the other person down. The doors had then been thrown open, the other person declaring that they 'knew she was here and if they weren't going to help he was going to find them himself.' A man who stood tall at 6'5 and was almost equally broad stormed out before stopping short before Scott and Dia, the latter of which was doing their best to make herself seem smaller in Scotts arms. 

A look of tentative hope had gone over the mans features before he was reaching for Dia, intent on taking her into his own arms. His action was short-lived as Scott chose then to jump before depositing the fox behind him to get into a fighting stance. The fight was stopped before it could truly begin by Hank stepping forward to insert himself between them, hands on both guys shoulders with a placating look on his face as he did his best to keep the peace that seemed liable to shatter at the smallest mistake. 

"Scott, take Diana back to her room so she can get changed. This is something she needs to be a part of," came the calming voice of the professor from inside the office. 

Fifteen minutes passed before Dia was walking back down, now clad in a long robe that had a hole cut in the back for her tail. The man from before was pacing back and forth at the base of the stairs, unable to stay put inside the office. When he saw her again, he stopped his pacing midstride and just waited for her to approach him. Dia had done so hesitantly, tears now filling her eyes as she reached him. They stood awkwardly in front of each other for a minute before he suddenly surged forward and wrapped her in a firm hug, head buried in her hair as he pressed kisses to her head. 

"Mitch..."

"You're safe...I was so worried..." said Mitch, tears now falling down his face as one of his hands started stroking her back. 

The flashback was cut off by adult Scott poking her fur-covered cheek to get her attention. She took notice then that his desk was fully packed up, the papers he'd been working on having been filed, and the computer powered off. 

"Are you ready to talk now or do you need more brooding time?" asked Scott as he rose out of his chair, briefcase in hand. Dia looked at him for a few seconds before hopping off the desk and returning to her human form as a way of a response. The briefcase was deposited on his desk for him to come back to later before he walked around and grabbed her hand. The silence carried on as they made their way outside, continuing until they stopped by a small pond. Scott dropped the hand he'd been holding and picked up a rock before skipping it across the water, eyes focused on the ducks on the other side that were swimming around. 

"Charles called me into his office to help Logan with his amnesia. Said that my memories could help shed some light on things," said Dia as she sat down on the grass, twirling a particularly long blade of it around her finger. Her memories of everything that had happened had been, up until a few hours ago, forcefully suppressed. She'd spent a year in captivity at the hands of the military, being experimented on and tortured for the sake of science. Once she'd finally stopped feeling like the other shoe was going to drop, and she could finally relax again, she'd done her best to suppress everything. The nightmares still came but not as often anymore and it was like all of her old scars had been ripped open and drenched in lemon juice. "I saw all of it again. Everything."

"Well, I hope they at least got something out of it..." said Scott, voice tense as he kept his gaze firmly in front of him as his fists clenched at his sides. 

Additional footsteps could be heard approaching them, these ones light but steady in their gate. Dia didn't even have to turn to know it was Jean, having lived with her long enough to recognize her walk. The fact that the woman always wore the same perfume only made it easier to pick her out in a crowd. 

"Hello, darling," started Jean as she stopped beside Scott, going onto her toes to press a kiss to her boyfriends cheek before she turned to Diana, "The professor wants you to meet him in the conference room."

Dia sighed as she stood up before dusting herself off and making her way back to the mansion. In the conference room she found the professor sitting before a table he was able to manipulate via his telepathy. It was usually used to show them concepts that were difficult to explain or visualize locations. Logan was off to the side and half in the shadows as he looked down at the still blank table with an unreadable expression. 

The blank slate soon turned into a forest that showed a building in the middle of it, hidden by trees and some well-placed rocks. 

"This is Alkali Lake. I'm confident you'll be able to find what you seek here," said Charles as he pointed at the slate gray structure. 

"Question: Why am I here?" asked Dia, hoping this wasn't going in the direction she was thinking it likely was going in. 

"Because you will be going there together. I'm confident that between the two of you, you'll be able to find everything out," said Charles, already starting to wheel himself out of the room with an air of finality to his voice. 

"But--" 

"Good luck." 

[norinm]

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕

Warnings⚠️⛔️‼️:talk about sex , drugs, underage dating blood, and Damon bites Caroline,/ Grape

Woods

A man and a woman are camping in the forest. Fog descends around the tent.

"Hey. Did you hear that?" The woman asked

"Hear what?" The man asked

"I heard thunder." The woman said

"There's no thunder." The man told her

"Are you sure? Because if it rains, then we won't be able to see the comet." The woman said

"It's not gonna rain. Listen, I...got you a little something. It's back in the car. Don't you move." The man said

"Stay dry." The women said

"It's not gonna rain." The man said

A dripping noise pounds on the tent after the man leaves. The woman smiles triumphantly.

"I knew it! I told you it was gonna rain!" The woman said

She sees her boyfriend up in a tree. His blood dripping on the tent. She runs to the car.

"Open! No! Please!" The woman yelled

The car beeps as the doors unlock. The woman looks around nervously. Someone drops from the trees and kills her.

ₜₕₑ𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Gilbert Residence/Salvatore Boarding House

Elena: 'Dear diary, this morning is...different. There is change. I can sense it, feel it.'

Stefanie: 'I'm awake. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely and undeniably wide awake.'

Elena: 'For once, I don't regret the day before it begins.'

Stefanie: 'I welcome the day...'

Stefanie/Elena: 'Because I know...'

Stefanie: 'I will see her again.'

Elena: 'I will see her again. For the first time in a long time, I feel good.'

Elena goes out of her room.

Gilbert Residence

"Do I look adult? As in respectfully parental?" Jenna asked

"Depends on where you're going." Elena said

"Jeremy's parent-teacher conference. Hair up or down?" Jenna asked

Jenna puts her hair up.

"Sexy stewardess." Elena said

Jenna lets it down.

"Boozy housewife." Elena said

"Up it is. You're feisty today." Jenna said

"I feel good, which is rare. So I've decided to go with it. Fly free, walk on the sunshine, and all that stuff. Where is Jeremy?" Elena told her

"He left early. Something about getting to wood shop early to finish a birdhouse." Jenna said

She pauses.

"There is no wood shop, is there?" Jenna asked

"No." Elena told her

"Yeah." Jenna said

ミ★ミ★ミ★

Hospital

Jeremy stands outside Vicki's room.

"You can't be in here, hon. Visiting hours don't start till 9:00." The Nurse says

"I just...how is she?" Jeremy asked

"She's lost a lot of blood." The Nurse said

"Yeah, but she's gonna be OK, right?" Jeremy asked

"She needs her rest. So you come back later. Come on." The Nurse told him

Mystic Falls High School

In history class, Elena and Stefanie look at each other while their teacher lectures.

"Originally discovered nearly 5 centuries ago, it hasn't been over Mystic Falls in over 145 years. Now, the comet will be its brightest right after dusk during tomorrow's celebration. Are we bothering you, Ms. Salvatore? Ms. Gilbert?" Tanner said

Elena and Stefanie drop their gazes. The bell rings.

In the hallway.

"I brought it. Told you." Stefanie says and hands Elena a book

" "Wuthering Heights" by Ellis Bell. You know, I can't believe she didn't use her real name." Elena said

"All the Bronte sisters used pseudonyms. It was the time. Female writers weren't very accepted then." Stefanie said

"Where did you get it?" Elena asked

"Uh, it was passed down. Through the family." Stefanie said

"Ah." Elena said

"I have lots of books. Go ahead. Keep it." Stefanie told Elena

"Oh, no. I...but I would like to read it again. I promise I'll give it back." Elena said

"Ok." Stefanie said

ミ★ミ★ミ★

"I'm confused. Are you psychic or clairvoyant?" Caroline asked

"Technically, Grams says I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something." Bonnie said

"Grams tried to explain it all, but she was looped on the liquor so I kinda tuned out. Crazy family, yes. Witches? I don't think so." Bonnie continues to explain

"Yeah, well, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last night." Caroline said

"I didn't see him, you did. Why didn't you just talk to him?" Bonnie asked

"I don't know. I was drunk." Caroline told her

Ouside, Jeremy walks up to Tyler.

"Hey, Tyler. Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering how Vicki's doing, since you guys are so close. Is she ok?" Jeremy asked

"She's fine. Now get out of here." Tyler said

"How bad is she? Do they know what attacked her? Is she going to make a full recovery? Was she happy to see you? What room number was she in?" Jeremy asked

"I'm gonna kick your ass." Tyler told him

"Yeah, you keep saying that, but when are you actually going to do it? Huh? 'Cause I vote for right here and right now." Jeremy says

Jeremy shoves Tyler.

"Walk away, Gilbert. It's your final warning." Tyler said

"No, this is your final warning, dick. I'm sick of watching you play Vicki. If you hurt her one more time, I swear to God, I will kill you." Jeremy said

Jeremy leaves.

"Damn, that was like a death threat.Did you hear that?"  Tyler said as he turns to the girl beside him

Matt and Elena talk about Vicki.

"They're keeping her overnight to make sure there's no infection, but she should be able to come home tomorrow." Matt said

"That's good news." Elena said

"Yeah." Matt sooo

"Did you get in touch with your mom?" Elena asked

"Called and left a message. She's in Virginia Beach with her boyfriend, so...we'll see how long it takes her to come rushing home." Matt said

"Vicki's lucky that she's ok." Elena said

Stefanie is sitting on a table revealing that she has been listening to their entire conversation.

"I know, and now there's talk of some missing campers." Matt said

"Did she say what kind of animal it was that attacked her?" Elena asked

"She said it was a vampire." Matt told her

"What?" Elena asked

"Yeah, she wakes up last night and mutters "vampire" and then passes out." Matt said

"OK, that is weird." Elena said

"I think she was drunk. So what's up with you and the new girl? i didn't know you liked girls" Matt asked

"Matt, the last thing that I want to do is hurt you and I like guys too I just happen to be drawn to her" Elena said

"You know, I'm...I'm actually gonna go back to the hospital. I want to be there when Vicki wakes up, get the real story about last night." Matt said

Stefanie disappears.

Jenna talks to Mr. Tanner in the history classroom.

"As Jeremy's teacher, I'm concerned. All right? It's the third day of school and he's skipped six of his classes." Tanner said

"Mr. Tanner, are you aware that Jeremy and Elena's parents died?" Jenna asked

"Four months ago, a great loss. Car accident. Wickery bridge, if I remember correctly. And you're related to the family how? The, uh, mother's kid sister?" Tanner said

"Younger sister." Jenna said

"Right." Tanner says

"Yes. Six classes? Are you sure? I mean, that's kind of hard to do." Jenna said

"Not when you're on drugs. It's his attempt at coping, Ms. Sommers. And the signs are there. He's moody, withdrawn, argumentative, hungover. Are there any other relatives in the picture?" Tanner asked

"I'm their sole guardian." Jenna told him

"Uh-huh. Could there be?" Tanner said

"What are you suggesting, exactly?" Jenna asked him

"It's an impossible job, isn't it, raising two teens?" Tanner questioned her

"It's been tough, but, no, it's not." Jenna said

"Wrong answer. It is an extremely impossible job, and anything less and you're not doing it properly." Tanner said

Hospital

Matt is waiting with Vicki. She wakes up.

"Whoa! Vick. Vicki, hey. Vick, it's Matt. Hey, what's wrong?" Matt asked

"No! No! Get off! No! No! No!" Vicki said

"Nurse!" Matt yelled

Matt goes to look for a doctor. Stefan enters the hospital room and compels her.

"It was an animal that attacked you. It came out of the night and jumped you. You blacked out. It's all you remember." Stefanie said

"It's all I remember." Vicki said

"An animal attacked you. You blacked out. It's all you remember." Stefanie said

"It's all I remember." Vicki said

"Nurse! I need help! It's my sister." Matt said

"She seems fine." The Nurse said

Vicki is back in bed. Matt sees Stefan leaving. He follows Stefan. Stefan enters a room with blood donors and blood bags. His face starts to change, but he leaves as quickly as possible. Matt enters the same room. He looks for Stefan but does not find him.

Mystic Grill

"Well, I was talking to Grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom. The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity." Bonnie said

Caroline: "Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot and she told you about the aliens. So then what" Caroline said

"So then nothing." Elena said rolling her eyes

"You and Stefan talked all night? There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy feely of any kind?" Caroline asked

"Nope. We didn't go there." Elena said as she sighed

"Not even a handshake? I mean, Elena, we are your friends. Ok? You are supposed to share the smut." Caroline said

"We just talked for hours." Elena told her

"OK, what is with the blockage? Just jump her bones already! Ok, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex!" Caroline said

"Profound." Elena said

Elena gets up.

"Where are you going?" Bonnie asks

"Caroline's right. It is easy. If I sit here long enough, I'll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying what I was going to do." Elena said

Gilbert Residence

"I picked up dinner. Tacos. I had an urge for guacamole." Jenna said

"No, I'm good, thanks." Jeremy said

"Eat anyway. It's a ruse. I want to talk." Jenna said

Jeremy starts to leave.

"Hey, you! Come. Sit. Back in school, freshman year, I could eat my weight in nachos, with extra cheese. It was my munchie food whenever I got stoned." Jenna said as Jeremy sits down

"You get high?" Jeremy asked

"Did. Past tense. But, yeah. Loved it. Anything to get a little distraction from life...reality. And it worked. For a while. Never lasts, though. Hey, I'm not saying I wouldn't love to rail back and kick it, but with a thesis looming and a waistline expanding..." Jenna said

Jeremy gets up and leaves when Jenna isn't looking. Jenna notices and she sighs.

Hospital

Matt is sleeping on a chair. Vicki wakes up. She throws a gelatin container at Matt. Matt stirs.

"What the..." Matt says

"Finally you're awake." Vicki said

"Hey. How are you feeling? You look better. I was worried before. You really had me freaked out with all that screaming." Matt told her

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Vicki asked

"You don't remember?" Matt said

"I feel fine." Vicki said

"Good, good. Doctor said you could come home tomorrow. Vick, what attacked you in the woods?" Matt said

Vicki hesitates.

"An animal. What else could it have been?" Vicki says

Jeremy arrives.

"Hey. How do you feel?" Jeremy asks

"I'm OK." Vicki says

"I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna go grab a coffee. Hey, Jer." Matt said

"Why are you here?" Vicki asked

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Jeremy said

"Did you see that look on Matt's face? That was suspicion. I don't want people to find out about us, Jeremy." Vicki

"Well, you gotta get over that." Jeremy said

"Tyler is finally showing some interest." Vicki said

"You have to get over that, too. Do you see Mr. Concerned? Tyler? Are you under there? No." Jeremy says sarcastically

"It's not cool for people to know. Ok? I'm older than you, and Matt and Elena would freak." Vicki said

"No one's going to suspect anything. Why wouldn't I check on you? I mean, I'm the one who found you." Jeremy said

"You are?" Vicki asked

"Yeah, I carried you out of the woods." Jeremy said

"Thank you." Vicki said

"Yeah, you're welcome." Jeremy said

Salvatore Boarding House

Elena goes to the front door and knocks, it opens and she enters.

"Stefanie? Stefanie?" Elena says

A crow flies into the house. Elena turns around and Damon is standing there.

"I...I'm sorry for barging in. The door was...open." Elena said

"You must be Elena. I'm Damon, Stefanie's brother." Damon said

"She didn't tell me she had a brother." Elena said

"Well, Stefanie's not one to brag. Please, come. I'm sure Stefanie will be along any second." Damon says

"Wow. This is your living room?" Elena ask mesmerized

"Living room, parlor, Sotheby's auction. It's a little kitschy for my taste. I see why my sister's so smitten. It's about time. For a while there, I never thought she'd get over the last one. Nearly destroyed her." Damon said

"The last one?" Elena asked scrunching up her eyebrows in confusion

"Yeah. Katherine, her girlfriend? Oh, you two haven't had the awkward exes conversation yet." Damon asked

"Nope." Elena said

"Oops. Well, I'm sure it'll come up now. Or maybe she didn't want to tell you because she didn't want you to think she was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end." Damon said

"You say it like every relationship is doomed to end." Elena says

"I'm a fatalist. Hello, Stefanie." Damon says

"Elena. I didn't know you were coming over." Stefanie says

"I know. I should have called, I just..." Elena says

"Oh, don't be silly. You're welcome any time. Isn't she, Stefanie ? You know, I should break out the family photo albums or some home movies. But...I have to warn you. She wasn't always such a looker." Damon said

"Thank you for stopping by, Elena. Nice to see you."  Stefanie said

"Yeah, I should probably go. It was nice to meet you, Damon." Elena said

"Great meeting you, too, Elena." Damon said

Stefanie is blocking Elena's way as she stares at Damon.

"Stefanie ....Stefanie?" Elena asks

Stefanie moves Elena leaves.

"Great gal. Whoo. She's got spunk. You, on the other hand, look pooped. Did you over-exert yourself today? Let me guess...hospital." Damon said

"Someone had to clean up your mess." Stefanie says

"Well, were you successful? Did the powers of persuasion work? Remember, if you don't feed properly, none of those little tricks work right." Damon says

"How long was Elena here?" Stefanie asks

"Were you worried, Stefan? Scared we may be doomed to repeat the past? Isn't that why you play your little game, "I'm a high school human"?" Damon asked

"I'm not playing any game." Stefanie said

"Of course you are. We both know the closest you'll ever get to humanity is when you rip it open and feed on it." Damon said

"What kind of game are you playing, Damon?" Stefanie asked

"Guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" Damon questioned her

Gilbert Residence

"She's on the rebound and has raging family issues." Elena said

"Well, at least it's an ex-girlfriend. Wait till you date a guy with mommy issues or cheating issues. Or amphetamine issues." Jenna says

Jeremy enters the house.

"Jeremy? Jeremy, where were you?" Jenna asks

"More stoner stories? Look, Jenna, I get it, you were cool. And so that's...that's cool." Jeremy says

"Oh, no, no, no!" Jenna says

Jenna throws an apple at Jeremy.

"Ow! Why? Why...why did you do that?" Jeremy says

"Listen up! Quit ditching class or you're grounded. No discussion." Jenna says

"Parental authority, I like it. Sleep tight." Jeremy says

Hospital

Vicki wakes up. She looks at Matt and sees him sleeping in a chair. She goes into the bathroom to wash her hands, when she looks into the mirror she sees a glimpse of Damon.

"Matt. Mattie?" Vicki asked

Matt turns into Damon with his vampire face. She wakes up from the nightmare.

Mystic Falls Town Square

Elena and Bonnie are handing out pamphlets.

"Tonight, night of the comet! Would you like a program?" Bonnie asked

She turns to Elena.

"Would you like a program? She didn't call, huh?" Bonnie asked

"Or text. But I realized we never even exchanged that stuff. We've never gotten to the texting part." Elena said

"That's an important milestone in any relationship." Bonnie said

"Isn't it? The timing is wrong, anyway." Elena said

"When is it ever right?" Bonnie asked

"I'm not ready, Bonnie." Elena told her

"Who is?" Bonnie asked

"At least I put myself out there." Elena said

"Is that what you're calling it?" Bonnie asked her looking at her

"What do you mean?" Elena asked confused

"All I'm hearing is reasons why you can't." Bonnie said shrugging her shoulders

Caroline sees Damon and approaches him. When she gets closer, he's gone.

Salvatore Boarding House

"What is Damon doing here? Why did he come home?" Zach asked

"'Cause I came home. He wants to make my life miserable. That's how he enjoys his." Stefanie said

"Well, he's putting us all at risk. This girl in the hospital could talk." Zach said

"She won't. I took care of her." Stefanie said

"You're sure?" Zach questioned

"I'm not sure, Zach. I don't know how well it worked. I'm not as strong as Damon." Stefanie said

"So what happens if it doesn't work?" Zach said

"I don't know. I'll deal with it." Stefanie said

"Is she worth it? Aunt Stefanie , this girl you came back for?" Zach asked

Mystic Grill

"Vicki, what are you doing here?" Jeremy asked

"Fighting with Robert about my schedule. You'd think getting ripped up by a rabid animal would merit an extra sick day." Vicki said

"Are you feeling ok?" Jeremy asked

"I hurt." Vicki said

"Well, the doctor gave you something, right?" Jeremy asked

"The kid stuff. Nothing with an "o" in it. I think they were on to me." Vicki said

They laugh. Jeremy gives her pills.

"Here. Knock yourself out, literally." Jeremy says

"Thanks, Jer." Vicki says

"So you gonna, uh, watch the comet later?" Jeremy asked

"I hadn't really thought about it. But I could be talked into it. I'll meet you out there in a few." Vick said

Tyler approaches them.

"Hey, Vick. How you feeling?" Tyler asks her

"Like you care." Vicki says

Vicki leaves. Tyler catches Jeremy looking at him in a mocking manner.

"What are you lookin' at, Gilbert?" Tyler asks

Mystic Falls Town Square

"Hey, I got some candles." Caroline said

"Hi. Hey." Elena said

"Hey." Matt said

Matt lights Elena's candle.

"Thank you." Elena told him

"You're welcome." Matt said

Elena lights someone else's candle. She looks up and sees Stefanie.

"Thank you. Hi." Stefanie said looking at Elena

"Hi." Elena says smiling

"You know, that comet...it's been traveling across space for thousands of years. All alone." Stefanie says

"Yeah, Bonnie says it's a harbinger of evil." Elena said

"I think it's just a ball of...snow and ice, trapped

on a path that it can't escape. And once every 145 years, it gets to come home. I'm sorry about yesterday. I wasn't myself." Stefanie said

"You seem to spend a lot of time apologizing." Elena said

"Well, I have a lot to apologize for. Yesterday, that wasn't about you, ok?" Stefanie asked Elena

[sound-of-the-cosmos]

Two Birds (Bakugou x reader) (Deaf!Bakugou AU)

Premise: Bakugou discovers you were the one who taught Deku, the Bakusquad, and the rest of class 1-A sign language.

TW: Swearing

Growing up with the angry, violent Pomeranian (who goes by the name Bakugou Katuski) meant several things. Finding out about your quirks was a happy day- but both you and Izuku had a feeling there had to be a catch to having such a strong quirk. The other shoe dropped about 2 years after developing your quirk, y/q.

Yours took a little later to show, which gave Izuku hope for his own. In the mean time, he followed you, Bakugou and his friends around.

You called out his name a few times, asking him to wait up. At first, you thought he ignored you. He did think he was better than everyone else, and wanted to be the #1 hero. However, this continued. You wanted to believe he was ignoring you. You wanted to believe that maybe you were just too far away, or maybe you weren't being loud enough.

After Izuku pulled you aside, asking you if you'd noticed Bakugou's hearing problems, all you could do was agree.

It was at this point that you decided you would learn sign language, so he would have someone to talk to once you both got to UA. You started having Izuku study with you after a few months, just in case you didn't make it. He still didn't have a quirk, and he knew he wouldn't develop one-- yet still he persisted that he would be a hero.

Now, you sit across from Aizawa after class. The room has emptied out, aside from Izuku. He sat beside you, his hands pressed nervously into his thighs.

"I see. Mic has a similar issue, so I must say I'm not shocked. When did you notice this?" Aizawa hummed, looking between the two of you.

"Two years after I started developing my quirk- I would call his name, and thought he was ignoring me. But it started to become more and more frequent, and it wasn't until Deku came to me about it that I realized it wasn't just me." You kept your eyes on his desk, anxiety eating at your stomach.

"And this is why you want to secretly teach the rest of the class ASL?"

A small nod from you, and he smiled a bit. You didn't catch it, but Izuku did- even if just for a moment.

"I think we can do that. I understand he is jealous of Midoryia's relationship with All Might, so I think he would be more than willing to help with this." Nodding to himself, he glanced at the door.

"A-Aizawa sensei, do you know ASL?" Deku questioned, taking out a notebook. "You said Present Mic has a similar issue, did he lose his hearing too? What age did he-"

"Midoryia, I think that is something he would rather answer himself." Aizawa cut him off, and Deku forced himself to stop. "Regardless, I believe this could do everyone some good. I'm assuming that he has been taught from a young age?" After you and Deku confirm, Aizawa stands.

"We can start lessons next week. I trust you both to take care of this."

About 3 months pass, and you both finally taught your classmates the basics. Mina and Jirou had an idea you both loved, so you decided to go with it to show him you knew.

You take in a breath, before texting the hotheaded blonde.

"Don't tell those extras I said this, but.." He turned, as way!"

The class as a whole seemed excited, though a bit nervous. What will he think? Will he like it?

A turning doorknob jolted you out of your thoughts. "He's here, get ready! Just like we practiced!"

The blonde steps through, and looks at the class gathered in the common area. "What do you want?"

You take in a breath, before beginning. You sign, 'Two birds on a wire'. Deku follows, signing 'one tries to fly away and the other'.

A look of shock slowly creeps over his face. Once the class finishes the first bit, he turned, leaving the room.

Kirishima especially seemed upset, as he was the one to finish the verse, but you ran out after Bakugou. "Hey! I-"

"How long did you know?" His voice was soft, tentative even. "Did that shitty Deku tell you?"

You swallow hard. "I was the one who told him. I was.. also the one who taught him, and the class, that whole thing." This was a horrible idea after all, what were you thinking-

"Don't tell those extras I said this, but.." He turned, a very small smile on his face. "As much as I hate to say it, thank you."

Never looking up at you, he steps past you, walking back to his room.

The next few hours were awkward and silent. The Bakugou Katuski, Lord Explosion Murder himself, thanked you for learning ASL and teaching the others.

He called you later on, asking you to come to his room.

You knock on the door, almost shaking. You were fairly nervous- this was the first time you were at his doorstep without a reason. He opened the door, letting you step inside.

Gesturing you to sit silently, you did so, watching as he sat beside you. Suddenly, you find yourself in his arms, his scent engulfing you. "You know, if you wanted to say you liked me, you could've just told me."

Your face heats up, and you pull back, lightly hitting his arm. "What do you mean? Of course I would!"

He chuckled, relaxing into the couch. "Denki didn't sign his piece. He signed that you liked me." Your face heats up, and you look away, bringing your hands up to cover it.

"Fucking- that human pikachu, I swear to god-" He started laughing lightly.

"I just wish you'd told me sooner."

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"I am fed up with half-measures. I deserve better." (Got huge buddie and malex vibes from this one 👀)

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The last thing Eddie expected to find at his door was Buck, of all people – not because Buck was an unusual fixture in his home; no, because Buck was supposed to be on a date.

Eddie had been trying his best for weeks now, to be the dutiful best friend, and support Buck’s relationship with Taylor – regardless of how much he wished Buck wasn’t dating anyone else – and it was hard. It was hard, and so Eddie was halfway through a tub of his favourite flavour of ice-cream (the excessively expensive one Buck had introduced him to, the one Eddie only bought when he knew Christopher wasn’t home). He’d also cracked open a bottle of wine Hen and Karen had given him as a thank you for babysitting Denny, one Saturday afternoon (he’d made a mental note to thank Karen – the woman had good taste in wine) and so Eddie was well settled in for an evening of feeling sorry for himself while Christopher was at a sleepover party.

Until – well, Buck decided to bang his door in.

Tucking his ice-cream into the crook of his arm, Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You have a key,” he reminded, looking a frazzled Buck up and down. He was clearly dressed for a date – wearing that blue striped shirt that made Eddie’s mouth water, a neat jacket over the top – but he was also clearly not on said date.

“I have had the worst day,” Buck declared dramatically, kicking his sneakers off in the hallway, brow furrowing as he noticed the bottle of wine on the table. “Do you have company?” he asked, clearly confused – Ana was long gone, to be fair, their relationship having ended weeks previously.

Eddie swallowed, glancing down at his very sad outfit of a pair of raggedy old sweatpants, and a grubby sweatshirt that had definitely seen better days – Eddie wasn’t a sentimental man, really, but Christopher always called it Eddie’s cuddliest sweatshirt, so Eddie didn’t have the heart to throw it out.

“No,” he reassured. “I don’t.”

“Wine, though?”

“Are you questioning my methods of self-care?” Eddie retorted. “I like wine, sue me.”

“All wine tastes the same,” Buck sighed, throwing himself on the couch, reaching for the bottle.

“You can have a glass,” Eddie intervened. “But I will kick you out of my house if you drink directly from that bottle, Buck. I’d like to pretend I have some level of class,” he sighed, padding into the kitchen and grabbing another wine glass – a set Abuela had bought him, when he’d moved to LA. “So,” he said, setting the glass down on the coffee table, pausing to take a scoop of his slowly melting ice-cream before he continued. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or are we going to play charades?”

Buck rolled his eyes, but took the wine glass, all the same, pouring himself a generous measure. He took a swig, before he spoke, raising an eyebrow. “Did you pick this out?” he questioned, no doubt thinking back to the evening where Eddie had been in charge of getting wine for their family dinner and had accidentally bought cooking wine. It was an easy mistake to have made, if you asked Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. “Present from Karen and Hen,” he clarified. “Stop deflecting.”

“I broke up with Taylor,” and oh, if Eddie hadn’t been waiting to hear those words for so long.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie tried, because he couldn’t look that happy about it, could he? It would give the game away – and in so many ways, Eddie was convinced his feelings were obvious, that he’d given the game away a long time ago, but Buck had never mentioned it.

“I’m not,” Buck looked furious, again. “I – we had this nice date planned, right? We made sure to pick a night where we were both off, where she doesn’t need to be in work early tomorrow, and I’m off, so we could get breakfast, too – really spend some time together,” he explained. “And I got to the restaurant and I waited, and I waited, and I waited for a fucking hour, Eddie, and nothing – no text, no call from her. I was sitting there, spiralling, wondering if she was – if she was dead, or something. Right? So, after an hour, I decided I was going to pass by the news station, and see what was happening, and do you know what she said?”

Eddie shook his head.

“That she’d told her intern to call me and cancel our date, because a story came up,” Buck practically spat. “I mean, is she serious? And like – I love that she has a career she loves, because she gets how I feel about being a firefighter, but she does this all the time and I just never feel like I’m even getting close to the top of her priority list. So, I – I asked her, if I was ever going to be something she prioritised over work, and she said no.”

Eddie winced. “She was honest, at least,” he tried.

“Totally,” Buck agreed. “And I appreciate the honesty – really – and it’s not like it ended on bad terms. We just didn’t want the same thing out of a relationship, and I’m not going to resent her for it. But – fuck, this is nice wine by the way – I am fed up with half-measures, Eddie,” he sighed, slumping back on the couch. “I deserve better.”

Eddie swallowed thickly. Buck did deserve better – and Eddie wasn’t going to sit here and pretend as though he was better, as though he knew he could be boyfriend of the year and give Buck everything he needed. But – Eddie loved him, and surely, surely that had to be enough? It had to be enough to love someone so much it felt like your love for them was etched into the very bones of who you were? Eddie so badly wanted to be enough.

“I wouldn’t,” Eddie said quietly, suddenly conscious of the melting ice-cream he was still gripping tightly. It had cost eleven dollars, he reminded – he should probably put it back in the freezer.

Buck looked at him, utterly confused. “What?”

“I wouldn’t love you in half-measures,” Eddie wasn’t sure where he was finding the bravery, to finally say it, to tell Buck how he felt, but somehow, somewhere, he’d found a bravery he wasn’t sure he’d ever had before. He had thought he’d be spending the rest of his life trundling along, desperately in love with a best friend who didn’t love him back. Eddie had accepted it, almost – because having Buck as a friend was better than not having Buck at all.

Buck’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, and excited. “How would you love me, Eddie?” he asked, his voice soft, and trembling – the only giveaway that he felt as nervous as Eddie did, there and then, dangling on the precipice of something new, and wonderful.

“Forever,” Eddie said. “I’d love you forever, Buck.”

(And when Buck kissed him – he tasted like wine, and Eddie knew he tasted like wine, and Buck’s shirt was soft, under tentative fingertips as Eddie reached out to hold him the way he’d so desperately wanted to for so long, and –

Well, it felt like the beginning of forever.)

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[bnha-dumpster]

Hey! Would you be ok with you writing Aizawa x reader where Aizawa is training with a (third year, legal) student and the student ends up in a compromising position when caught up in the capture weapon? It doesn’t help that the reader always had a thing for his teacher and thought about this before. (Slight choking, suspension bondage, and a mix of praise and degradation?)

sure! binding cloth content is always good content. also i was thinking reader is in a position similar to this. and then eventually maneuvered into a position on his back so aizawa can do this (replace the collar with his hands). 

pairing: aizawa x male reader content warnings: suspension bondage, mild choking, a mix of soft praise and degradation, pet names (kitten) word count: 1.7k

Having Aizawa as a training partner is more than you could’ve asked for. Training with a Pro Hero puts your skills and progress into perspective. It helps you understand how close you are to reaching your goals. Of course, that’s not the only reason. 

Ever since you were put in his class, you’ve always had a bit of a crush on the hero. It was originally something small, manageable. With the years passing by though, that crush turned into something else. These days you imagine yourself in all sorts of scenarios with him. Some mundane, simple and some more risqué. You’ve gone through so many scenarios that they often repeat. Of course, you never thought any of them would actually happen. Perhaps you should’ve been more open minded.

“Um, Aizawa-sensei?” 

You can’t really tell what position you’re in. The most you know is that it’s uncomfortable and probably not something a student would want their teacher to see- well, a normal student. You’ve had several daydreams of being tied up in Aizawa’s binding cloth. Like this, the only thing different from them is the uncomfortable position you’ve been caught in. 

He’s not in your field of vision and he isn’t making any noise. It’s a safe assumption that he’s behind you, at least you’d like to think it’s safe. 

Trying to turn your head to look around makes your neck ache. Staying still is all you can do, knowing that trying to struggle out of the cloth will only make you even more uncomfortable. Muscles are already beginning to ache from the unnatural position. You’d rather not make it worse.

“Sensei, could you get me down now?” 

There’s no verbal response, but you do hear footsteps behind you this time. It’s a few seconds before the familiar form of your teacher comes into view. He stands in front of you, face neutral. The hero makes no effort to unbind you, only staring down at you. You feel embarrassed under his gaze and you can’t look at him in the eyes. 

“You look good like this.” The lustful tone in Aizawa’s voice isn’t missed, nor is the way he adjusts his pants to make the bulge more obvious. Had he been wanting something like this too? “I wasn’t expecting you to look so cute when you’re vulnerable. Maybe I should’ve done this sooner.”

He grabs your chin. But he doesn’t make you look him in the eye, no, he forces you to look directly at the erection beginning to strain in his pants. 

“Aizawa-sensei?” 

From the confused tone in your voice, the hero stops. He crouches a bit your eye level so you don’t have to strain your neck to look up at you. There’s a bit of concern on his face.

“Do you want me to stop?” The genuine concern for your comfort and consent makes you happy. While you do want this, you’re grateful that he wants to check. “If you don’t want this, let me know and I’ll untie you-”

“No, keep going please, Aizawa-sensei...”

With those words, the concern melts away. Aizawa’s pupils dilate and he stands up, adjusting the capture weapon’s hold on you so you’re eye level with his crotch. He doesn’t hesitate to step close to you, his straining erection only a few centimeters from your face. Your eagerness to reach out and mouth at his clothed cock spurs him to bring himself so you can do just that. A hand wraps in your hair to pull you closer, almost shoving your face against him.

Even through the cloth of his pants, you can feel the heat coming off of each other. His cock gets harder as you try to suck it through the fabric, tongue lolling out and smearing your saliva everywhere. Your teacher stares down at you as he plays with your hair. 

“You’re so needy, kitten. You must want my cock so much, huh kitten? How bad do you want it?” 

“Sensei...” You whine against him. There’s a twitch from his cock when you call him sensei and you know that he loves it. “I want your cock so bad, Sensei...” 

The groan he makes when you call him Sensei goes straight to your core. Your own cock twitches within your training clothes. From your position, he can’t see the growing tent in your pants. It’s an exciting thought, that he’s going to focus on his own pleasure and not yours. 

“Oh, kitten... Do you know what you’re doing to me?” 

He undoes his pants and lets his cock spring out, slapping against your face. It’s hot, heavy and better than you could’ve imagined. Aizawa’s cock is thicker than it is long, but still an impressive length. You move your head so you can trail your tongue up and down the shaft. His scent is strong because of your training just moments before and it’s intoxicating. As you lick his cock, you taste how salty it is and try to reach the head to taste the precum leaking from the tip. 

A hand holds your head in place as he pulls his hips away for a moment. With your mouth already open, tongue lolling out, he can easy rest the tip of his dick on your tongue. Aizawa lets out another groan when you circle the head with your tongue, lapping away at the slit. He pulls away again despite your whining. 

You’re not sure what he’s going to do until he grabs the ropes and flips you onto your back. Now the tent in your pants is visible and it twitches when you realize that Aizawa can see it. 

“Kitten’s feeling good, hm?” A hand travels down your chest to rub your cock through the fabric. The hero’s movements are slow and rough, clearly teasing you instead of trying to ease your arousal. “Now open your mouth for me.” 

Obediently, you open your mouth once again, tongue sticking out. He slides it along your tongue a few times to let you taste him before he begins to sheath himself inside your mouth. It stretches your jaw as he goes in slowly. Aizawa forces past your gag reflex, shuddering from the way your throat tenses around his cock. When he’s fully sheathed, your face flush against his balls, he runs his fingers over your throat. There’s a small bulge from where his cock is inside you and he traces it, pressing down on the spot.

What he does next surprises you. Calloused fingers trace the skin of your throat before his hand properly wrap around your throat. The grip is soft, barely there. The atmosphere shifts as he makes sure you’re comfortable.

“This okay?” 

Once you hum in affirmation, he begins to squeeze. It’s not hard, but it’s enough to begin to make you feel lightheaded. He slowly fucks your mouth, cock sliding in and out at a steady pace. Each time your throat spasms around his cock, Aizawa grunts and presses a little harder on your throat for a second. The hero is doing his best to make sure you’re still coherent, able to feel everything. 

“You’re just a slut for my cock. Aren’t you kitten?” He doesn’t actually expect an answer but you let out a moan to tell him yes. “Mm... Good kitten.” 

Aizawa continues his steady pace. He lightly squeezes your throat for a few minutes before letting you go to regain oxygen flow before going back to it. Your cock strains against your pants, your precum has made a wet patch through the fabric of your boxers and the training outfit. Eventually the hands completely let go of your throat and once again travel down your torso. The hero has to lean forward to reach your erection, pushing his cock even deeper down your throat.

He pulls your cock out of your pants, watching as it twitches from his touch. One hand steadies the capturing cloth and the other wraps around the base of your cock. Aizawa begins to pump your cock with the same pace he uses to fuck your throat. 

You moan and whine against his length, tongue doing its best to lap the precum leaking from his tip when he pulls back. He forces himself to maintain his pace. 

“So tight, kitten. How much do you want my cum? How much does my slutty kitten want my cum?” He pulls his cock out of your mouth with a pop, letting it rest against your face. This time he wants an actual answer. He wants to hear you say it. “Kitten.”

“Please Sensei... I need it so bad.” Have you always sounded this pathetic, this needy? “Please give me your cum, Sensei!” 

The second those words leave your lips, he slides his cock back in. His pace with your cock is more erratic, harder and forcing you to your limit faster than you though possible. When he sheathes himself down your throat fully and stills, ropes of cum shoot down your throat. You eagerly swallow it all. And when he pulls it out slowly, you lick it clean, lapping up what’s left. 

“Kitten...” His hand’s pace slows and becomes more languid. “Does my kitten want to cum?” 

He gives you a soft glare when you whine. 

“Use your words, kitten. Or maybe I should leave you here like this?” 

“I wanna cum, Sensei! Please!” The neediness in your voice is more than enough for Aizawa to continue. One hand pumps your cock and the other rubs against your sensitive head. The extra aggressive stimulation forces you over the edge and you tense in your bindings, cumming into the hero’s hand. 

“What a good, slut of a kitten.” Aizawa pulls the hand covered in your cum up to your face and hums, “Clean it.”

You eagerly clean his hand, wanting to please him. And when you’ve licked it clean, he undoes your bindings. He gently sets you on the ground and crouches in front of you. 

“You good? That wasn’t too much, was it?” There’s the stoic yet kind teacher you know. “Can you stand?” 

“Yeah, I can.” You’re a little wobbly but you stand, tucking your limp cock into your pants. “Could we... Could we do this again sometime, Aizawa-sensei?”

“We can set up another training session. It’ll be good to get some more training in before you graduate.” A small smile tugs at his lips. Ah, this is great.

[robininthelabyrinth]

I'm absolutely delighted your prompts are open! Your writing is amazing and always makes me smile, it's the best way to start the day along with a cup of coffee!

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are given another chance at raising a child after a family is killed leaving only a young child behind. Lan Sizhui is delighted to have a baby sibling. Though everyone is more or less nervous about it (mostly be Wei Ying is a gremlin) but also there isn't any other options.

ao3

“It’ll be fine,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “Hanguang-jun raised Lan Sizhui, didn’t he? And he turned out fine.”

“I did,” Lan Sizhui said agreeably, then frowned. “I think I did, anyway.”

“Not to be a spoilsport, but, realistically speaking, how much raising did Hanguang-jun actually do with you?” Jin Ling asked, and held up his hands when Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi both glared at him. “I don’t mean any offense or anything! I’m serious. We know he was in seclusion those first few years, right? Who raised you then?”

Lan Sizhui thought about it. “Back in the beginning? Well…that was mostly Teacher Lan, I guess.”

“Teacher Lan’s the best,” Lan Jingyi said loyally, then added, “Well, other than that fondness he has for surprise quizzes. But that’s not applicable to parenting, is it?”

Lan Sizhui made a face that suggested that maybe it was, in some weird way, shape, or form.

“Teacher Lan, really?” Jiang Cheng asked, clearly getting drawn in despite his best intentions – as was often the case. There was a reason their little group swung by the Lotus Pier nearly as often as they did the Cloud Recesses and Jinlin Tower, despite Jin Ling not living there part of the year any longer. “Wasn’t he mostly in recovery for those injuries he got during the war? I would’ve figured Zewu-jun would’ve been more involved, wouldn’t he?”

“He was around sometimes, but no, it was mostly Teacher Lan,” Lan Sizhui said. “Zewu-jun was often busy – he was rebuilding the Lan sect –”

“I was rebuilding the Jiang sect! So what? I still raised Jin Ling, and he wasn’t even supposed to be here – I had to fight the Jin sect for months just to get the opportunity – ”

“Yes, jiujiu, we know!” Jin Ling said hastily. “You don’t have to tell that story again! You didn’t have to tell everyone that story in the first place!”

Jiang Cheng huffed. He was probably going to tell the story again whether they liked it or not.

“I think I see what you’re saying, Jin Ling,” Ouyang Zizhen put in, always a good fellow for throwing himself on a conversational sacrificial sword. “If Lan Sizhui was already a few years old when he was adopted, and then Teacher Lan raised him for the next three years, then he would’ve been old enough to be entered into the Cloud Recesses’ official junior classes by the time Hanguang-jun took charge of his education, right?”

“Yes, that’s what I meant, that’s it exactly!”

“What does it matter?” Lan Sizhui asked.

“Yeah! Hanguang-jun still raised him the rest of the way,” Lan Jingyi put in, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. “Gave him lessons and tips and all that!”

“Isn’t that something he does as a sect senior anyway?”

“Well, yes, but it’s different for Sizhui, okay?”

“I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with that. After all, the person who teaches the most is the same as the parent, and being the person raising them is what matters no matter when they’re adopted,” Jin Ling said, with an eye on Jiang Cheng, who looked begrudgingly pleased. He looked begrudging all the time, though, so it was probably just pleased. “But my point is – once you were part of the lessons, even if he was raising you the rest of the time, you still already mostly had your personality down by then, right? We’ve never seen what someone raised entirely by Hanguang-jun from birth would be like.”

They all stopped to consider that.

“More than that,” Jin Ling continued. “This kid’ll be raised not just by Hanguang-jun, but by Hanguang-jun as he is now – after he and Senior Wei got together. You know?”

They did know.

“And of course, that’s all putting aside that the kid will be raised by Senior Wei himself, too…”

“Maybe we should start investing in defense talismans,” Jiang Cheng mused. “Because everything is going to explode. Everything.”

-

“Everything will not explode,” Lan Wangji said calmly.

“Are you sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Because I’m not sure, and I’m more likely to be involved in these hypothetical explosions than you are.”

“Mm. I’m certain.”

“But…”

“Wei Ying will be an excellent father,” Lan Wangji said, and his voice left no room for doubt.

“It’s easy for you to say,” Wei Wuxian whined, though he was smiling now. “You already have the experience of it! They say that it’s easier the second time, when you know what to expect…”

“Do not tell lies,” Lan Qiren said mildly. He was looking over some of Wei Wuxian’s notes – he’d insisted on any new inventions passing through a sanctioned approval process before they were put into practice and had volunteered himself to review them, a matter that had caused Wei Wuxian no end of stress until he realized that Lan Qiren really did intend to approve anything that met his standards and, moreover, understood musical cultivation enough to understand what he was driving at with most of them, even the esoteric ones, at which point Wei Wuxian gotten extremely enthusiastic about the whole thing.

This didn’t mean that they were friends or anything, but they’d at least formed some sort of tentative truce.

Most of the time, anyway.

Wei Wuxian squinted at his old teacher suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying that it’s not easier the second time?”

“I am only saying that I have experience in raising a child not my own,” Lan Qiren pointed out, and Wei Wuxian nodded, slightly abashed; he knew that the old man had basically raised Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, of course, although sometimes he forgot. “The first child I raised was Xichen and his personality as a child was much as it was as an adult: gentle, amiable, friendly, obedient.”

That made sense. Wei Wuxian nodded.

“The second child I raised was Wangji,” Lan Qiren said. “He bit people.”

Wei Wuxian burst out laughing.

Lan Wangj virtuously ignored them both, continuing to write a letter without the slightest hint of embarrassment – even his ears hadn’t turned red. What a shame!

“I can testify to that myself,” Wei Wuxian giggled, leering at his husband in the hopes of getting a rise out of him. “He’s still a biter – for certain lucky people.”

“He was a lot less discriminating when he was younger,” Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian winced, abruptly remembering that Lan Wangji’s uncle was, in fact, still in the room. Luckily it was pretty easy to flirt around Lan Qiren, who didn’t seem to notice most of the time, but it was still a bit awkward. “And I once succumbed to temptation and gave him mixed messages, which I believe made it worse.”

That sounded like a story.

“He gave me a candy after I bit Sect Leader Jin,” Lan Wangji clarified, which made Wei Wuxian start laughing again. “He did not expect me to remember. I remembered. Nor did I allow him to forget about it.”

“It is easy to make mistakes while raising a child,” Lan Qiren said, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s cackling. “But if one means well, and tries hard to do the right thing, children are very forgiving – usually.”

Despite his best efforts to remain neutral, Lan Wangji’s eyes curved slightly in a smile. Wei Wuxian felt his heart go all warm and melty all over again.

“This is true regardless of whether it is the first or second child,” Lan Qiren added. “I have confidence that you will both do fine.”

“We will,” Wei Wuxian proclaimed. “With parents like me and Lan Zhan, how could the kid go wrong? And we’ll even try to avoid too many explosions!”

“Please do. One Lan Jingyi is enough for the Cloud Recesses.”

“You know, I was wondering – how did you end up with him being quite so…hmm…”

“Oh?” Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian noted to his amusement that Lan Wangji straightened in back in sudden alarm despite Lan Qiren’s extremely nonchalant tone. “Have you not met Lan Yueheng yet? I must introduce you when he returns –”

“Perhaps not,” Lan Wangji said, sounding a little worried.

Worried, in this case, meant fun.

“No, I think I definitely need to meet this person – Lan Zhan, stop batting at me! I know exactly what I’m doing…”

-

Wen Ning looked down at the baby with which he had been entrusted.

“I don’t have any idea what I’m doing,” he confessed.

The baby gurgled.

“I think Wei-gongzi may have been thinking more about ‘babysitter that doesn’t need to sleep and has inexhaustible energy’ and less about ‘is this person qualified to take care of a baby’.”

More gurgling.

“I just wanted to apologize in advance.”

The baby yawned.

“…right then.” Wen Ning straightened up. Someone was going to have to raise this child, and based on how distractable Wei Wuxian was when he was around Lan Wangji and visa versa, it looked like it was going to have to be him. “Let’s do this.”

[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting two

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY...., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu​ 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

Being grouped with Jeon Jungkook (he/him) for your first class on the first day of your first Zoom semester truly sets the standard.

By no means do your other classes suck; they’re quite enjoyable, more relevant to your area of study. They’re familiar which makes them comfortable, your Zoom meetings filled with faces you’ve seen time and time again the last four years. The material interests you, so you definitely don’t have anything against them or your classmates. 

That being said, no one is prepared for the awkwardness that comes with each and every Zoom meeting. You never thought you’d be embarrassed to turn your mic on— to speak in a class filled with your peers. And the meetings are all like that, filled with uncomfortable silences and endless black screens. 

You wish there was a Jeon Jungkook (he/him) in every class. 

Jungkook’s just got this bubbly aura to him, this magnetic presence that staples itself into the back of your mind with each passing day. No one fills a Zoom call like he does, making every person laugh and smile like him. 

Wednesday rolls around and you find yourself a little disheartened when you don’t get sorted into the same randomized group as him again. Disappointment melts into annoyance when you find out how incompetent your other classmates are, refusing to speak in the small group or just completely clocking out all together. A lot of them didn’t do the reading— the one you stayed up all night doing —and your first partnered assignment of the semester finds you doing it all by yourself. Muted mics, black windows, complete radio silence; you hated it all. 

You find yourself weirdly longing for Jeon Jungkook’s presence, even if he’s only there to talk about some movie he saw last night. No one is as much of a chatterbox as him, can’t even hold a candle to the way he draws everyone in with his mindless conversations. At least he speaks during Breakout Rooms, you think bitterly. 

Anyway, the first week of classes ends and your brain is a frenzied mess. There’s schedules to memorize, professors to impress, assignments to plan out. There’s definitely no time to sit around and fantasize about the curly haired cutie in one of your general classes. The weekend is spent trying to organize your planner, filling in due dates and exam days ahead of time. It’s your last semester and you’re dead set on making it your best one yet. There’s a lot of written work this time around, analyses and research papers that need to be organized. The road ahead is manageable, but you’ll have to work hard to keep it that way for the next five months. 

Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group.

Jungkook is early this time, not like on Monday where he’d been one of the last to filter in, and he’s looking as chirpy as ever. Donning this horrendously hot pink shirt, completely unlike the neutral tones he’d worn during your last two meetings and that decorate his room, and the cutest pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. He says his regularly scheduled ‘good morning’ to you all and receives a collective response from the rest of the class that not even your professor got. 

Speaking of the professor, you’ve been giving him the stink eye this whole time. Not that he can tell, given the fact he’s probably miles away in his own home while you angrily glare at him through your webcam. It’s this old guy who’s decided to sort you all into semester long groups for the class, which is the absolute worst. These types of groups always go the same way: you make a group chat promising to study together, those plans fall through, and then everyone just leeches off of each other for homework answers. And in most cases, it’s you handing over your homework answers because no one else ever bothers to do anything. Sadly, it’s a routine you’ve had to suffer through many times in your academic career. 

The thought makes you sick. Having to spend another semester being labeled as the bossy, nerdy dictator of the group? Not exactly how you wanted to spend the last few months of college, but there’s nothing you can do. Maybe this time around you’ll just let it be, won’t fight it (and by it, you mean your lazy classmates when they inevitably try to guilt trip you for homework) and simply let it run its course. 

“I’m going to put you guys into Breakout Rooms with your new groups!” your professor claps excitedly, and then you and the rest of your classmates are forced to watch him lean too close to the camera as he begins clicking around to find the preset groups he’s assigned the class. “Remember, guys, this is it for the rest of the semester. So if something isn’t right, let me know by the end of today.” 

Man, this was going to suck, you groan. The syllabus had said that the purpose of these groups was to keep you all connected with your classmates during these trying times, to give you the same opportunities in-person learning would. Frankly, you’re not too worried about making friends with everyone in this large class. Most of them are younger than you anyway, save for Jeon Jungkook (he/him) and a handful of others who are apparently in your year. Befriending lowerclassmen only to have to bid them adieu in a few months seems awfully sad, a little too heartbreaking. You really just want to get a good grade in this class, collect the last of your credits, and put this whole college experience behind you. 

Your thoughts are wrapped up by the pop-up message that appears on screen. 

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 12

You sigh, contemplate dropping this class for all of two seconds, before dutifully accepting the request. Worse comes to worst, you make up some lie to tell your professor that you’re allergic to group work and hope it works. (It won’t.) 

You sit through the mandatory loading screen for a few seconds before being abruptly dumped into your new room, Group 12, or so the message had said. There’s no one else here yet, which isn’t really a surprise. A lot of your classmates are probably like you, scowling at the pop up message every time your professor sends you into small groups before accepting the request. So you chill by yourself, eyes tracing over your own mirrored image. The notes on last night’s reading are neatly laid out before you, your copy of the book off to the side. 

Another beat and then, much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is appearing in your room. “Oh,” he says, round eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses, the glare of the computer’s glow casting a funny shape across the lens that momentarily robs you of his pretty eyes. His pretty pink lips stretch into a smile, upper lip thinning out a bit when he flashes you those perfect teeth. “Hi, __,” he greets politely, bubbly. 

It’s embarrassing how much his presence affects you, your back going ramrod straight in a terrible attempt to compose yourself. “Hi, Jungkook,” you manage to get out, fingers nervously reaching for something, anything, to ground yourself. They land on a pencil. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem even the slightest bit aware of the commotion he causes within you. “I was really nervous for these groups,” he begins rambling right away, lips pushing down into an exaggerated frown as he shivers at the memory. “But I’m glad I got placed with someone hardworking like you!”

Despite how sweet he sounds, you’re not entirely sure if he’s buttering you up just to take advantage of your ‘hardworking’ attitude later down the road or if he’s genuinely being polite. The little information you know about Jungkook wants you to believe it is the latter; he’s very kind, sweet and nice in a way that makes everyone he speaks to feel warm. Still, for all you know this could be some elaborate ruse of his to make you trust him now and then convince you to do all the work for the rest of the semester. 

Tentatively, you ask, “and how would you know that?” You try your best to keep your usual snappiness out of your voice, pose it simply out of curiosity. But everything you say or do feels like a stark contrast to Jungkook and his bubbliness. 

His head tilts cutely to the side, imploring brown eyes looking at you for one hard second. And then, “I read your forum analysis from Wednesday,” he admits, breaking into a smile. Shy and tiny, bashfully looking down at his desk. “I thought your perspective on the piece was really interesting,” he says, lips pursing together as if he’s suddenly too embarrassed to admit such things to you. 

Stunned, all you can manage is one slow nod. “Thank you,” you eventually choke out, trying to ward the heat away from your cheeks as Jungkook sheepishly nods back, cute smile still on his face. 

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Don’t thank me!” 

It is in this exact moment that you are suddenly made aware of two things. 

One: despite his collection of soft sweaters and t-shirts, his bouncy curls and sweet smile, Jeon Jungkook’s body is neither as cute nor as soft as any of his belongings. In fact, Jeon Jungkook’s body is all hard planes and prominent veins. Arms beefy, biceps that bulge beneath the fabric of the short sleeve t-shirt he’s donned today. His shoulders fill out the material nicely, making him look broad and huge, but that’s not even the worst part, because—

—two: Jeon Jungkook is covered in ink. Dark streaks and swirls paint his forearms, curling around his elbow. Every inch of his pale skin is littered with tiny designs. They dance along the back of his hands, over his knuckles, and end at an unidentifiable point beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. When he tugs at the neckline of his shirt in an effort to readjust it, you hope your eyes are deceiving you and that isn’t a hint of ink by his collarbone. 

Your normal composure seems to slip away at the mere thought. 

It’s Jungkook’s voice that brings you back, a soft timbre that asks, “aren’t we supposed to have someone else in our group?” You flinch as if you’ve been caught ogling him, never mind the fact he’s started mindlessly shuffling some papers around on his desk, not the slightest bit concerned with you. 

“Oh— um, yes. I think,” you stammer, feeling like some creep for ogling your very cute, very sweet classmate. The memory of his inky skin nearly sends a shiver down your spine as you navigate back to the class syllabus. “We’re supposed to have at least three people,” you read off, glancing at the boy on your screen who frowns at the news. 

“Do you think they dropped?” Given it was still only the first week of school, probably. There had been a fewer number of people in the call when it started, you remembered. Jungkook sighs, this rather light sound that ends in a hum. “Well, we can always wait a few minutes just in case.”

So you wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. It’s not awkward, or at least, not as awkward as it would be with anyone else. The other week you had silently sat with another classmate in a one-on-one discussion and hadn’t uttered a word for five minutes. It wasn’t because you didn’t care about the class, but because said classmate had been tapping away on their phone the entire time and hadn’t even responded to your simple greeting. That was awkward. 

With Jungkook it’s more weird than awkward. You can tell the silence makes him uncomfortable because he keeps doing these tiny inhales like he’s about to speak, followed by a little head shake where he seemingly stops himself from saying anything at all. He wants to talk, very badly it seems, but holds back for some odd reason. 

He’s scribbling on some sheet of paper, leaning forward to give you a view of the top of his head. From this angle, his shirt hangs forward and a silver necklace falls out from beneath the neckline, thuds against the table. And then your suspicions are nearly confirmed, and oh god, is that a chest piece—

You quickly look away. 

Robbed of his handsome face and feeling like you’ll die if you look at his body any longer, you settle for your newly acquired favorite pastime: inspecting your classmates’ rooms over Zoom. Yes, you’ll admit it is incredibly nosy, but what else can you do? You can only look at your professor for so long until you inevitably grow bored, attention drifting off to your classmates tiny windows. And with no professor in sight, just gorgeous Jeon Jungkook, you quickly begin your examination of his bedroom. 

Jungkook’s room is pretty much the same as you remember it, rather neat and plain. There’s not a lot going on in terms of decoration, which is a little surprising to say the least. Over the course of the week, you’ve watched your classmates’ dormitories and bedrooms gradually change, decorations and tapestries decorating the walls, mountains of pillows added to their beds. It’s only natural that everyone has an innate need to show off who they are now more than ever, and you thought Jungkook would be the same. 

Apparently not. 

Aside from the guitar you had spotted on Monday, his little dorm room remains unchanged. Blank walls, grayscale sheets. The same perfectly fluffed pillows and then—

A tiny Keroppi plush smack dab in the middle of his bed. 

It’s adorable but a little out of place amongst Jungkook’s rather masculine decorations (or lack thereof). A tiny green doll sitting by his pillows, cute striped shirt and ridiculously dopey smile. 

Leaning forward, you unmute yourself and conversationally say, “I love your Keroppi.” 

At the sudden sound of your voice, Jungkook abruptly straightens up, glasses practically at the very tip of his nose. Eyes wide, it takes him a second to process your words before jerkily whipping around to stare at the aforementioned item. “Oh,” he jumps, slowly looking at his screen again, lips pulled into a tight line. “Um… it’s not mi—“

“It’s adorable,” you add, propping your chin in your palm, absolutely endeared with the rosy color that paints his cheeks, fades down the column of his neck. 

He squirms, hurriedly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’ll deny it again, nervously nibbling at his lower lip, before eventually he settles with a sigh. “I won it from a crane machine,” he confesses with a sheepish huff of laughter, rolling backwards to the edge of his bed to snatch it from its spot. 

(Of course he manspreads as he sits, dark jeans hugging his thighs as he rolls back your way. His arm looks so strong, covered in all that ink, you nearly drool.)

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” he says, abandoning his embarrassment as he shakes the little figure around, makes it look like it’s dancing for you. “My mom said it looks like me.”

At that, you laugh. Loud and boisterous because you were definitely not expecting Jungkook to say that, such an odd but weirdly fitting comparison that has you looking at the doll in his hands with renewed interest. And through the pixelated screen, you can see the similarities: Jungkook does have the same smile as Keroppi. 

“Your mom was right,” you agree, wiping a faux tear from the corner of your eye. “Very cute.” 

Jungkook’s got this big goofy smile on, shaking his head in disbelief that you would ever dare agree with his mom. Like he’s genuinely enjoying himself, you think, oddly proud to have evoked that reaction from him. Granted, Jungkook always looks like he’s pretty happy during class, but it feels nice knowing that you were (confirmed) the reason why.  

A little caught up with the bumbling feeling in your chest, you’re not expecting his next words. “Does that mean I’m cute?” he asks, still with that same dopey smile on his face. 

It’s a bold statement you wouldn’t have expected from him, someone who seems content being the world’s friend, but apparently Jeon Jungkook also craves compliments. 

Slowly, you nod. “...yes,” you say, trying to keep the tumultuous emotions inside of you at bay while you grant him this one compliment. Outwardly, you give him what you hope is an obviously feigned look of disbelief, managing to lace it with a little amusement as you shake your head at his inquiry. On the inside, your mind and heart are a thundering racetrack, the roar of the engines and the screams of the crowd enough to momentarily make you lose your senses. “Very cute,” you repeat, hoping he can’t hear the same pounding of your heartbeat in your throat and in your ears as you do. “Like a little frog.” 

Jungkook graces your robotic response with the most boyish laugh, head tossed back as one loud cackle (because, really, there is no other way to describe the sound that tears itself from his throat) escapes him, curls bouncing back from the movement. “Cute like a frog,” he wheezes, seemingly to himself as he shakes his head with a grin, scooting closer to the camera again. “That’s a new one.” 

“You set yourself up for it,” you defend, busying yourself with the papers spread out in front of you before Jungkook can distract you any further. “Anyway!” you announce, neatly lining the papers up. “Our group.”

Jungkook does his best to wipe the glee off his face, but even as he reaches around for his things, it’s still there. “Right,” he agrees, “we have to, um—“ a huff of laughter “—group contract! Or, well, partner project.”

Briefly, you consider calling in your professor to inform him of your missing partner. He had said to let him know by the end of today if something was wrong. But, honestly, you didn’t see a problem with your group the way it was now. While you can only hope he’ll turn out to be as dedicated to his work as you, as it stands now, there weren’t any major red flags surrounding Jungkook’s character. 

Besides, you didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the semester. 

You nod, forcing yourself to ignore the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you through the screen. “I think it’s safe to say it’ll just be the two of us, which I don’t mind,” you say, glancing at the time on the corner of your screen to see five minutes have passed since you agreed to wait. “Do you?”

On screen, Jungkook profusely shakes his head, curls bouncing all over the place. “Nope,” he hums. “I don’t mind at all,” he reassures you, resting his chin in his palm as he regards you, and then sweetly adds, “it’ll be nice with just us, __.”

Right. 

You gulp, heart fluttering at the dreaminess he exudes through your screen, the soft strand of hair that falls over his forehead, tickles his brow bone when he flashes you another smile.  He was so handsome. Before you say anything silly, you quickly attempt to move on. “But it does make us more of a duo than a group.” 

Jungkook looks away from his screen for the first time in what feels like forever and you finally let your heart rest for a second. “A duo,” he murmurs, shuffling through his papers. “Like Mickey and Minnie?” 

You nearly choke on your spit, coughing to hide the surprise from his rather cute suggestion. He’s not even looking at you, doesn’t even realize the absolute shock he’s thrown you in by comparing the two of you to one of the most famous couples— that’s what they are, a goddamn couple, not a duo! the words mean two completely different things! —in the world. Instead, Jungkook is humming the theme song to Drake & Josh. 

This man was dangerous for your heart. 

After having felt all the emotions in the world in the span of ten seconds, you eventually gather the courage to say, “sure,” and quickly try to move the conversation along. “We just need to, um, make some ground rules and responsibilities for us to follow.” 

Jungkook nods, finally glancing up again, but not at you. He’s glaring at some point behind his computer, brows furrowed together as he begins brainstorming on his own. You try to, really, but his lips pout adorably when he’s deep in thought, and they’re just so pink and look so soft and would feel like—

“Well, we should probably exchange numbers first,” Jungkook says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a new topic to spiral over. He tilts his head to the side, brown eyes focused on you. 

“Yes, of course,” you stammer, fumbling for your phone as Jungkook lets out a soft yay at your acceptance of his request. Quickly, he recites his number and you type it in with trembling hands into the number pad, giving him a quick call so he can have your number as well. 

You save him right away, just his name followed by the class you share with him. Not like you know any other Jeon Jungkooks, and if you did, you doubt anyone could ever leave such an impact like this Jeon Jungkook. 

“__, look,” Jungkook calls, that same excitement lacing his already lovely voice, and you raise your head up at the screen again. He’s waving his phone over his camera, so you don’t get to see his face when he says, “It’s a little mouse emoji and a pink bow— just like Minnie!”

Dangerous for your heart and, most likely, the death of you this semester.

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