#give me BURNNN

[thekenobee]

It cuts to MY WIFE

What the fuck is this show

(about half way through that last episode I realised: this is the exact kind of ridiculous bullshit I love and there's a danger I might have to watch all of this)

I'll do one better!

Burn appears as the nicest British therapist relieved to meet another Brit (Hornblower, apparently) and next thing you know he starts to MURDER people

[callmeagardengnome]

❤︎ office affairs ❤︎ | SONG MINGI

pairings ࿔ mingi x fem! reader

genre ࿔ office au, non-idol au, romance, SLOWW BURNNN

synopsis ࿔ working for a job promotion is the smart thing to do, but working to make song mingi fall in love with you is way more fun.

w.c ࿔ 8.1k

c.w ࿔ suggestive but no smut, mingi likes thighs woops, mutual pining (?) reader watches anime, reader also wears pencil skirts a lot of the time, this is an IT company, light swearing, alcohol, kiss scene

author’s note: this took way too long to finish but im glad its done! also rmbr to like and repost!

not proofread!

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the moment your eyes found song mingi, you knew that he was the one.

okay, ‘the one’ might be extreme, but he definitely caught your attention on your first day.

you applied to ‘ATECH’ after graduating from college, hoping to land a job in one of the top IT companies in the city. you’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time learning how to code and develop software, so imagine the joy you felt when the job offer finally appeared in your inbox.

“over there are the bathrooms,” your boss, hongjoong, said as he pointed to a set of doors at the end of the room. “and this is where you’ll be working,” he patted the desk.

“thank you,” you smiled, letting out a quiet groan as you set down the heavy box in your arms.

you looked around. the office was pretty normal, each section had desks right next to each other with the company-issued computer sitting on each one.

you turned back to your desk, your eyes landing on who your deskmate would be - and you swear that your breath was taken away within a second.

he was the definition of your type: neat, built, handsome.

not to mention the way his glasses sat on his face or the button-up shirt he wore that had his sleeves rolled up slightly, exposing his defined forearms. he looked good. impossibly good.

“mingi will be showing you the ropes of the company,” hongjoong began, giving mingi a sharp glare when he was about to protest. “don’t hesitate to ask him for help.”

you nodded. “got it,” you replied, settling into the swivel chair at your desk.

as hongjoong walked away, you heard mingi mumbling something under his breath, but it was too soft for you to catch. he quickly returned back to his work, typing on his keyboard at speeds you didn’t know were possible.

“hey,“ you spoke up, sitting up straighter. “i was wondering if you could help me with-“

“-ask him,” mingi muttered, barely looking away from his computer screen as he pointed lazily to a guy at the next table.

you blinked. “but hongjoong told me to ask you?”

mingi sighed, finally stopping his typing to face you. “i don’t know why he did that. i’m not anyone special, i’ve just been working here for a while.”

mingi then pushed himself back slightly so that you could see who he was pointing to. “wooyoung’s the manager, you should be asking him on how things work.”

“oh.. okay,” you replied slowly. “mingi-“

“-mr song,” he corrected, cutting your sentence short again.

you raised an eyebrow, looking down at the polished nameplate on his desk that read out, ‘SONG MINGI’.

“right.. mr song,” you nodded slowly. “i guess i’ll just do that.”

you ignored the weird exchange and began to unpack your things. after sorting out everything, you decided to find this ‘wooyoung’ guy mingi was talking about earlier - it was actually easier than you thought since he was talking pretty loudly with the person next to him.

you took a deep breath as you walked over to his section, feeling your palms sweat as you wiped them on your pencil skirt. “hey uh..” you trailed off as wooyoung’s eyes widened.

“you’re the new hire?” wooyoung blurted out in surprise as he looked you up and down.

he then blinked and shook his head. “wait shit- that sounded bad.”

wooyoung turned his chair around to face you, waving his hands defensively. “sorry, we don’t normally get girls here- you know, it’s IT. not that it’s never happened but they’re usually.. a lot older.”

“cool..” you chuckled awkwardly, offering a polite smile as you were unsure of how to respond. “well, mr song said that i should ask you for help.”

wooyoung’s eyes widened even more than before. “mr song?” he said a little too loudly, making a few people glance in your direction - though wooyoung didn’t seem care. “did hongjoong tell you to call him that?”

you shook your head. “no? he corrected me when i called him by his name.”

“oh…

my…

god.”

wooyoung busted out laughing. “i’ve never heard anyone call him mr song- even jongho doesn’t! and he just started working here last month!”

“wait really? then why-?”

“-it’s definitely a kink thing,” wooyoung muttered to the guy next to him, who you now noticed was watching the whole interaction.

“what was that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“nothing, nothing,” wooyoung waved it off, still chuckling. “anyway, this is yeosang. if you ever need anything just come to either of us. we’ll help you out.”

yeosang nodded politely, giving you a small smile. “nice to meet you. welcome to the company.”

“thanks..” you responded, bowing slightly. “nice to meet you too.”

soon enough, you found yourself sitting between them - with wooyoung desperately trying to teach you the company software (though he was messing up terribly) while yeosang corrected him at every step, trying to fix his mistakes. the two eventually got into a mini argument as you sat there awkwardly, watching two grown men argue on whether to press the ‘s’ or ‘z’ key.

you eventually spaced out, looking around the office. your eyes landed on song mingi once more, watching how focused he was on whatever he was doing.

the more you looked at him, the more boxes he ticked in your books. but this rigid character of his was going to be an issue if you wanted anything to happen. you cracked your fingers, and only one thing was on your mind as you turned away from mingi.

you were going to break through that ‘serious’ personality of his.

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you’ve learnt two things about mingi during your first month of working at ATECH.

number one: he seemed pretty reserved - at least, when you’re around.

it was a little odd. whenever you were nearby, mingi was quiet, silent even. but the moment you were out of sight or busy, laughter would erupt from his table.

you had a pretty important deadline coming up and you needed to work on it with your full attention. you put on your bluetooth headphones and got straight to work. the music did help you focus, but unfortunately, your headphones died with a loud beep.

annoyed, you took them off, moving to grab a wire to charge them when suddenly - you heard something. talking. coming from none other than your deskmate, mingi.

“no- you don’t understand, the fight scenes are incredible!” mingi exclaimed, almost jumping off of his chair. “the animation alone is on another level.”

“overrated,” jongho countered, smirking as he leaned back. “mingi, i don’t know why you keep recommending anime to me. i only watched one episode because you forced me to.”

mingi rolled his eyes. “you don’t get it- episode four is gonna change your life.”

it took everything in you to not laugh out loud. you’ve never seen mingi so passionate about something - and it was about anime of all things.

not that there was anything wrong with it - hell, you watched it. it’s just that seeing mingi so invested and defensive was.. kind of cute. maybe you should give the show a go.

but in the middle of mingi’s rambling, jongho yawned and suddenly glanced in your direction, giving you a friendly wave as his grin widened. “hey ‘___’.”

mingi froze mid-sentence, his hands moving to his keyboard almost instantly, the rant coming to an awkward halt. he quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat, acting as if nothing had happened.

jongho raised an eyebrow, clearly holding in a laugh. “you done with that deadline?” he asked.

you blinked. “uh- yeah almost,” you replied with a nervous chuckle.

you turned back to your work quickly, trying to refocus on your attention to your work but it was pretty difficult to ignore the scene playing out beside you.

from the corner of your eye, you could see jongho trying, and failing, to hold in his laughter, his shoulder shaking as he repeatedly hit mingi who was frantically typing on his keyboard like he was trying to forget what happened.

jongho wiped the imaginary tears from his face. “i’ve never seen you like this before.”

number two: he was definitely single.

thanks to your friendship with wooyoung and yeosang, you were spending almost all of your breaks together - which meant that you were always finding out new things about the office.

as the three of you settled down in a nearby food court, wooyoung started yet another rant about the office, but the topic eventually shifted to your coworkers and somehow mingi.

“he’s probably never felt the touch of a woman,” wooyoung snorted, leaning back into the chair.

yeosang immediately smacked wooyoung on the arm. “don’t say that, he’s our friend..”

“..but yeah, that’s probably true,” yeosang shrugged, slurping the noodles in his bowl.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “you guys make it sound like he’s so strange.”

“he is. he’s so weird around you,” wooyoung said, waving his fry around. “i swear- it’s like he’s never met a girl that can code or something.”

you sighed, stirring your iced coffee. “maybe he’s shy.”

“shy?!” the both of them exclaimed in unison, their wide eyes blinking at you.

“he is not shy,” wooyoung emphasised, to which yeosang nodded violently to his statement.

wooyoung took a sip of his soda before clearing his throat. “you should’ve seen him before you got here. he’d laugh at every dumbass joke we made. and now? he’s basically a robot.”

yeosang made a sound of agreement, wiping his mouth before adding, “i mean- he’s probably not used to women being in the office.”

“yeah, especially if they're young and actually, you know-” wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at you, earning another smack from yeosang.

you rolled your eyes. “shut up.”

wooyoung shrugged with a grin, taking a bite out of his fry. “i’m just saying it how it is.”

you chugged your iced coffee. “is there anyway i can- i don’t know, get to know him better?” you asked as you looked at your coworkers. “how do i make him…”

you trailed off, resisting the urge to ask ‘how do i make him like me’, knowing that wooyoung would probably make fun of you.

you sighed, settling for a, “how do i make him not a dickhead?”

“i mean…” wooyoung bit his cheek, quickly glancing at yeosang before turning back to you. “you could try making out-?”

“wooyoung!” yeosang exclaimed. “we need to give her actual advice. she’s gonna be working here for a while.”

“fine, fine,” wooyoung rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you. “honestly? you want to get closer to him?”

you nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, making wooyoung smirk as he continued, “just talk about anime. trust me, once he gets started, he won’t shut up.”

you and yeosang chuckled. “noted,” you smiled.

“i’m being serious,” wooyoung leaned in even closer, his eyes bigger than before. “i would love to see the look on his face when he finds out that girls who code and watch anime exist.”

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even though the whole office knew how awkward you and mingi were around each other, it wasn’t enough to stop hongjoong from pairing you two up for whatever work he had.

the two of you were tasked with test-running the company’s latest software before it was handed off to the client. you spent the next hour sifting through its features and finally, you found a bug.

“mr song,” you called, barely looking away from your screen. “can you come here? i found something weird.”

mingi rolled his chair over to your desk, glancing at the screen as you hovered your mouse over a link.

“so when i click here,” you explained. “it brings me to an error page. i tried all the reboot methods and it still won’t work.”

mingi leaned in a little closer to see the issue. “okay, that might be because-“ he began, but suddenly started to trail off.

you raised an eyebrow, noticing how he wasn’t really looking at the screen anymore. you followed his eyes and realised that his gaze had dropped, landing on your legs.

more specifically, on the way your pencil skirt had ridden up a little when you crossed your legs.

you swear that you could see the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks as he stared - and it took a moment for him to catch himself.

“you good?” you tilted your head.

his head snapped back up, eyes wide as he cleared his throat. “shit- sorry,” he stammered, sitting up straighter in his chair as he quickly focused on the screen. “i was just.. thinking.”

you nodded, biting back a smile. “right.. thinking hard about that error, huh?”

“y-yeah,” he stuttered, his words rushed now. “it’s probably an issue with the script- i’ll need to check this out with yunho.”

“sure, you do that,” you replied with a grin, watching as he walked away hurriedly, running his fingers through his hair.

but of course this wouldn’t be the last time you caught mingi like that.

during meetings when the two of you were forced to sit next to one another, you began to notice the way his eyes would drop down whenever you crossed your legs.

or sometimes, you would adjust your skirt and you would feel his attention drifting towards you, only for him to blink repeatedly and turn back to the discussion. it wasn’t obvious, but it happened often enough for you to catch on.

you didn’t want to be delusional. what were the chances that the hot guy in your office you liked was actually interested in you?

you decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to test the theory - and fortunately for you, you didn’t have to wait long.

you were both working late and mingi sat at his desk next to you, trying to explain his thoughts on the layout of the software.

mid-conversation, you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms behind your head with a soft groan. but while doing so, your pencil skirt rode up - a lot.

you pretended like nothing happened as you absentmindedly nodded to whatever he was saying. you could see mingi’s eyes shift downward, his sentence cutting short.

“what were you saying?” you asked, stretching a little more as if the movement was completely natural. you watched as mingi blink back to reality, processing what you said. “you were telling me about the layout.”

mingi cleared his throat, his eyes darting up to your face, then back to his screen when he realised he trailed off once again. “uh- yeah, the layout. it’s good.. it’s just that um- we need to fix the code if we want it to be usable.”

you could see his leg bouncing under the table as he turned back to his computer, his typing slowing down.

“are you okay, mr song?” you asked innocently, drawing out his name just a bit, watching his reaction worsen - his blush deepening and his hands coming to a stop, hovering above his keyboard.

“i’mfine,” mingi said quickly, pushing his glasses back up. he started to type on his keyboard once more, completely avoiding eye contact with you.

you smiled to yourself, giving him a hum of acknowledgment as you turned back to your screen.

so he likes thighs, huh?

oh this is getting fun.

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mingi might actually be going insane.

he never realised how bad he was at talking to women - at least, not until you joined the company.

working at ATECH for six years taught him to keep his distance with new hires. watching friends come and go because of the draining job made it seem pointless to make friends with people who might disappear at any moment.

you were no exception. to mingi, you were just another person behind a computer. so even though you were seated right next to him, he barely made an attempt to acknowledge you. what was the point when you’d probably be gone soon? at least, that’s what he told himself.

mingi didn’t want to get attached.

he had to draw the line somewhere. he’d already betrayed his own words of ‘not getting close to anyone new’ with jongho, who only joined a few months ago yet managed to find himself a soft spot in mingi’s heart.

that was already enough for mingi to double down on his ‘professional’ act to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

when you started, he would give dry answers to whatever questions you had, hoping that you would keep your distance from him. but for some reason, the more he avoided you, the more he found himself paying attention to you.

not to mention how you were insanely gorgeous - which messed with him. a lot.

when you first joined, mingi was confused of why you picked IT to be your job of choice instead of modeling, acting or anything of that sort. but he quickly understood why you entered the industry when he saw the way you coded. it was way beyond any expectations he had.

so not only were you impossibly beautiful, you knew how to code well.

whenever you had to work together or you had a question to ask him, mingi would catch himself straightening his back, doing anything to hide his image of being the nerdy, anime obsessed guy in the office.

mingi knew it was ridiculous. he barely knew you and yet he felt this insane urge to impress you. he didn’t even know why he told you to call him ‘mr song’.

he had never done that before. it just slipped out, like he was trying to seem professional. though, it just made things more awkward.

but the worst part of it all would be those pencil skirts you always wore to work.

you seemed to have a wide range of them, he noticed. some days they would be neutral colours, some days they would be bright and patterned.

he never thought that something as simple as a pencil skirt could derail him of all the thoughts and human decency in his mind. yet there he was, looking at the way your things pressed against each other as you shifted in your chair or how the fabric lifted up ever so slightly-

-god, he felt like a pervert.

he didn’t know exactly when he started to pay attention to your attire or how your skirt hugged you in a way that left him stunned. was it when you had to work together on that one test-run? or during all those boring meetings the company had?

well, not that it mattered. all mingi knew was that he wanted- no, needed to stop being distracted by you.

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“shit, i’m late for work,” you muttered through your teeth as you turned off your alarm. you quickly put on your clothes, grabbing your bag as you slammed the door open and headed out the house.

you unfortunately reached the office half an hour late. you were nearly out of breath as you rushed to your desk. as you slid into your seat, you noticed mingi’s gaze on you, looking.. relieved?

you logged in, pretending not to notice his eyes on you. you began to get started on your work, hoping to make up for lost time.

but just as you began to focus, wooyoung strolled over to you, leaning against your desk with a smirk.

“you’re late,” wooyoung tilted his head.

you looked at him with a deadpanned expression. “you’ve been late three times this week.”

wooyoung grinned, grabbing a random chair nearby and plopped himself between you and mingi. he began to talk about some ‘crazy’ thing he was going to do on the weekend, acting as a podcast as you coded.

just then, wooyoung’s attention shifted to your phone, which suddenly lit up with a notification, revealing your lock screen - a character from the anime that mingi had been talking about.

“wait..” wooyoung leaned in, his eyes narrowing. “is that anime?”

you glanced down at your phone, nodding. “yeah, i’m kind of hooked right now.”

wooyoung raised an eyebrow, turning to mingi then back at you. “don’t tell me he converted you into one of his anime minions..” he pointed to your deskmate.

mingi sputtered, completely thrown off by the conversation that he was suddenly involved in. “what? no, i didn’t- she just-“ he stumbled over his words, his face heating up.

you smacked wooyoung’s arm. “i did hear him talk about the show, but i got into anime itself on my own.”

jongho, who happened to pass by your desks as you said that, stopped. “you guys are talking about anime?” jongho looked at mingi with a wide grin on his face. “didn’t know anime recs were the new pick-up lines these days.”

wooyoung smirked as he leaned closer to mingi. “so she’s a weeb and can code. mr song, does that do anything for you?” he teased.

mingi’s face was now a shade of bright red and he kept his eyes locked onto the computer screen, avoiding any eye contact. “i didn’t even say anything to her about it..” he mumbled.

after wooyoung and jongho continued to tease him, they eventually walked away to do their own work. you glanced over at mingi, tilting your head when you realised that he had already been looking at you.

he turned away quickly, clearly flustered as he muttered, “don’t.. don’t listen to them.”

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“have you done the surveys hongjoong sent in the group chat?” you spoke up, your voice echoing in the quiet office.

mingi blinked. the two of you had to work overtime again to complete a piece of software that a client wanted. he didn’t even realise how late it was until he looked at the time.

“he sent surveys?” mingi asked, raising an eyebrow.

you nodded, holding out your phone to him. “its all about ‘staff satisfaction’ and other bullshit like that. he’s forcing everyone to get it done quick so you should get started.” you turned back to your computer, putting your phone on the desk.

mingi watched as you returned back to work, but there was one thing that he couldn’t get his eyes off of - your lock screen.

he couldn’t stop thinking about how you were paying attention to that conversation. he had to admit that the fact that you actually took his recommendation did make his heart flutter slightly.

mingi’s fingers rested on the keyboard. ‘don’t say anything,’ he told himself. but then again… you liked anime?

his mouth moved before he could even think. “did you finish episode four yet?”

you looked at him, not knowing what he was referring to until you saw that he was staring at your phone screen. “mhm, i actually finished episode six yesterday. i can’t stop watching it.”

“wait, six?” he turned his chair to face you completely. “so you saw the fight scene right? and that whole backstory part?”

you nodded excitedly, matching his enthusiasm. “yes! and the twist with that guy’s brother? insane,” you replied.

“right? i told jongho it was genius,” mingi continued, words spilling out of him way faster that he could control them. “and there’s this one part- wait i can’t spoil it.. uh, but just know that it’s a whole new level.”

only now and then mingi realised how ‘out of character’ he got with you, especially when he saw the way you were watching him. your eyes sparkling with interest as you leaned in, actually listening to whatever he was saying.

and for a second, he couldn’t look away.

his heart stuttered and suddenly, he was back in his own head. what was he doing? he forced himself to turn back to his computer, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“well- uh.. anyway. we should probably get back to work..” he said, leaving you confused of what made him stop.

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“alright, i think that’s everything,” hongjoong said, shutting his laptop. “you guys can head home.”

the sudden meeting your boss called dragged on a lot longer than anyone thought. so the moment it ended, everyone around you got up immediately, hurriedly packing their things.

suddenly, hongjoong realised something. “oh, i need someone to print out these reports by tomorrow morning.”

you barely had time to react before his eyes landed on you, then mingi who was almost out of the door.

“mingi, you’re familiar with the printer setup right?” hongjoong asked with a smirk. he then turned to you. “this is a good chance to teach our new hire how we handle our documents.”

both you and mingi let out identical, disappointed sighs - your frustrations perfectly in sync.

everyone, including you, knew that the printing room was a nightmare - old, dusty, falling apart and tucked away in a corner of the office building that was farthest away from the entrance.

“of course,” mingi muttered, his voice flat. “the printing room.”

hongjoong gave a shrug. “it’s not that bad,” he said, obviously lying.

you swore quietly but gave a polite nod to your boss. “got it. anything else?”

“nope, just the reports. shouldn’t take too long,” hongjoong replied as he grabbed his things, heading to the door. “thanks guys!”

with a collective sigh, you took your notepad and followed mingi - who was already sluggishly moving his feet to the printing room.

he pushed the door open, the musty smell of old paper and ink greeting the both of you instantly. “why hasn’t anyone fixed this place yet?” he asked, mostly to himself as he used his hand to cover his nose.

you stepped inside, wrinkling your nose. “because no one comes here unless they need to?”

“right,” mingi muttered. he flipped the light switch, the fluorescent bulbs taking a moment to stop flickering.

the room was cramped and small. dust floated lazily in the air and the ancient printer hummed ominously at the end of the room.

“let’s get this over with,” you said, putting your stuff on an unstable metal shelf.

mingi took out his phone, looking for the files that hongjoong sent him. he glanced at the printer, then at you as he sighed. “i can load the paper. you can.. figure out how to make the rest work.”

“gee thanks,” you said sarcastically as you rolled up your sleeves.

mingi eventually taught you how to use the printer, which took a lot more steps than its modern-day versions. the sounds of each page churning out filled the silence in the small room.

when it was done, you reached for the stack of printed sheets as mingi went straight for the door.

but just then, there was a metallic clatter. you turn around to see the doorknob lying and rolling on the ground.

“you’re kidding me,” mingi muttered. he crouched down to pick it up, but the doorknob was useless. the door was jammed shut. completely.

the room was barely big enough to fit the both of you and now you were stuck here? it couldn’t get worse than this, could it?

mingi sent a text to yunho to come to the printing room to let the both of you out. even though he already heading home, he told you both to be patient while he made his way back.

soon enough, the both of you settled on the floor to wait. mingi sat with his knees close to his chest. when you sat across from him, your knee bumped against his, making him freeze slightly.

you crossed your legs, adjusting your skirt as you do, but you catch mingi glancing before quickly looking away, pink dusting his cheeks.

he cleared his throat, reaching for a nearby clipboard on the shelf and offering it to you. “uh, you can use this if you uh- if you need to cover up or anything..”

you raised an eyebrow, a smile forming on your face. “thank you,” you said, accepting it.

the room falls silent once more and the buzzing of the lights above began to become louder.

mingi shifted a little, clearly hyper-aware of how close you were. you could hear his breathing getting faster, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

after a while, he fumbled with his phone, typing another message to yunho. you watched as his fingers tapped quickly on the screen, slipping a couple of times.

you bit the inside of your cheek. “do i make you uncomfortable?” you asked once he slid his phone into his pocket.

mingi’s head snapped up at your question, his eyes widening as they met yours. “what?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

you leaned back against the wall. “do i make you uncomfortable?” you repeated.

“nono, of course not,” he said hurriedly, his eyes locked on the printer.

“are you sure?” you raised an eyebrow.

“i-“ mingi rubbed the back of his neck. he shifted in his spot once more, though his knee bumped into yours again - making him jump slightly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“come on,” you grinned. “you barely talk to me unless you have to, and when you do, you can’t even look at me- like right now!” you giggled as you watched his eyes dart around the room.

you fiddled with the printed papers. “i’ve seen how you act around your friends. you’re fun, you’re loud. so why are you so quiet now?”

mingi opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. his hands fidgeted with his shoelaces, his jaw tightening. finally, he let out a soft sigh and glanced at you - for just a second.

“i don’t know,” he admitted.

“you don’t know?”

“i mean-“ mingi stuttered, his eyes on the door. his lips were pressed into a thin line and his shoulders slumped. “i guess- i just don’t know how to act around you…?” he said, already regretting his words.

mingi wiped the sweat off of his forehead, adding onto what he said. “you’re just different from the people i’m used to.”

you nodded, giving him a smirk. “ohh, it’s because i’m a girl right?”

“nonono it’s just-“ he said quickly, his ears turning red. “you’re uh..” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. “you’re uh- focused? yeah.. and you’re good at what you do. that’s all..”

you let out a soft laugh, making him look at you nervously. “is this your way of saying you respect me or something?”

his cheeks flushed. “you can say that..”

“hmm.. okay okay,” you hummed, trying to suppress a grin. “so if that’s all..”

you leaned in closer, “..you wouldn’t mind if we went out for lunch together right?”

mingi blinked. “like with wooyoung and yeosang?”

you shook your head, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “just us two.”

“well..” mingi looked at the ground, trying to find the words in his brain. “aren’t most places far away?”

“there’s a manga cafe nearby. it’s pretty cute and has a decent menu.”

his eyes widened at your suggestion. “a manga cafe..?” he repeated.

you shrugged. “i thought you’d like it.”

“i do,” mingi muttered, clearly unsure of how to respond. “you don’t think it’s weird? not a lot of people like manga.”

you frowned, shaking your head. “i don’t find it weird.. do you not want to go?”

mingi immediately straightened his back, his blush deepening as he stumbled over his words. “what? no- i do-“

you laughed, cutting him off. “relax.. we’re friends right?”

you could see a smile forming on his face as he nodded. “yeah.. we’re friends.”

suddenly, you heard a chuckle from the other side of the door as it creaked open. yunho stood there with a grin, leaning against the doorframe.

“sorry it took me a while,” he said, giving mingi a knowing look. “getting cozy?”

mingi’s flustered expression turned into a glare as he stood up, brushing the dust off of his pants. “just let us out.”

yunho moved aside, watching as his friend walked hurriedly towards his desk. “hope you two had fun,” he winked.

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you leaned back into your chair, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “you know, i just finished the season this morning.”

mingi’s head shot up, his eyes wide with excitement. “really?” he asked, mid-chug of his drink.

“yeah, i was up all night watching it. i even got a little emotional at the end,” you replied with a nod, causing mingi to flash you a grin - one that you’ve never seen before.

the cafe around you had walls lined with manga shelves. the faint music of anime soundtracks playing in the background. the decor was adorable and you had to resist the urge to take a photo of every corner of the cafe.

the two of you continued talking and for once, it didn’t feel awkward. mingi seemed more relaxed, even joking around with you at times - but of course, he still had a habit of looking away whenever you made eye contact with him.

as the clock ticked closer to the end of your break, you stood up and pointed to the manga shelves. “i think i’m gonna grab something before we head back,” you said, wandering over, mingi soon following behind you.

“i don’t know what to pick,” you admitted, tracing your fingers along the spines of the books. “you got any ideas?”

his face lit up as he reached for a manga volume. “this one is really good. the world-building and plot is great. and the characters? the way they develop over time is just-”

mingi went into a passionate ramble, flipping through the pages as he spoke. you leaned against the shelf, listening to him as you bit back a smile.

suddenly, he stopped, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “sorry, i got carried away.”

you shook your head. “no you didn’t. i’ll take it,” you said, taking the book from his hands.

mingi blinked, stunned. “really?”

“yeah,” you replied with a grin. “you obviously like it, so it must be good.”

he stood there, a little speechless as you walked towards the register.

as you passed the manga to the cashier and reached for your wallet, mingi suddenly pointed to a random corner of the cafe. “woah what’s over there?”

you turned your head, confused. “what are you-”

before you could finish, you heard the tap of a card on the card-reader. turning back, you saw mingi sliding his card back into his pocket, acting like nothing happened.

you stared at him in disbelief. “..did you just pay for that?”

“would you be angry if i did..?” he said slowly, taking the bag where your manga was from the cashier.

you sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “no, but i can pay for my own things.”

mingi grinned. “maybe next time.”

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it had been about two months since you and mingi started to eat lunch together. at least once a week, the two of you would grab a meal and talk about work or a new anime that either you or mingi were hyper-fixated on.

to be completely honest, mingi was pleasantly surprised at how your conversations evolved. what used to be a little awkward and dry now felt natural and easy.

mingi cracked his fingers. his screen had been glaring at him all morning, the same error popping up no matter how many times he rewrote the code. he leaned back into his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.

“hey,” your voice pulled his attention away from the screen. “what do you want for lunch today?”

mingi blinked. “shit- i’m sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i can’t go today. too much work to do.”

you didn’t seem bothered by his response. instead, you tilted your head. “okay, then what are you craving?”

“uh... something light, i guess?” he replied hesitantly, unsure of why you were asking.

you just nodded, grabbing your phone and standing up. “be right back,” you said, leaving before he could question you further.

when you returned about 20 minutes later, mingi stared at you in disbelief. you set down a steaming cup of noodles, his favourite chips and a coffee.

“w-wait,” he stammered, immediately reaching for his wallet. “how much was it? let me-”

“-it’s fine,” you interrupted, brushing his offer off. “just eat before it gets cold,” you slid back into your seat.

mingi stared at the meal infront of him, his heart racing in a way that he couldn’t explain. it wasn’t just the food (though that definitely played a part), but it was the fact that you knew and remembered his favourites. you even went out of your way to do this without making it a big deal.

‘that’s just what friends do,’ he convinced himself as he took a bite out of his food. but when he glanced over to you, the butterflies in his stomach told him something that he wasn’t ready to admit.

not yet, anyway.

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you were busy testing out a software when jongho appeared, dragging a chair behind him. he sat it in your section, right between you and mingi.

“guess what,” jongho began as he faced mingi. “i finally got that place i was looking at.”

mingi turned away from his monitor, eyebrows raising slightly. “oh? that’s cool. congrats man.”

“thanks. i’m thinking of having a little housewarming thing this weekend,” jonogho continued. “nothing big, don’t worry.”

mingi nodded, leaning back into his chair. “sounds good. let me know what time.”

it wasn’t until then when mingi noticed that you were listening in into their conversation, your fingers paused over your keyboard. his eyes darted to yours for a moment before he spoke. “do you want to come?”

you blinked, your eyes shifting to jongho. “i mean.. do you want me there?”

jongho shrugged. “yeah, you’re cool. bring wooyoung and yeosang too.”

mingi didn’t say anything, but the way jongho gave him a knowing look didn’t escape your notice. you bit back a grin, nodding slowly. “alright, i’ll be there.”

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“damn you look good,” wooyoung said, looking you up and down.

you raised an eyebrow. “what are you talking about? i’ve worn this outfit to work before.”

“yeah but the work air does you dirty,” he said, earning him a smack from yeosang.

“focus,” yeosang said, pointing to jongho’s door. “who’s knocking?”

“not me,” wooyoung shook his head quickly. “i already carried the chips here. i’ve done my part.”

you scoffed. “you brought two bags and i’m pretty sure you ate one of them.”

“they’re big bags, okay?” wooyoung defended.

yeosang sighed. “fine, i’ll-“

before he could knock, a deep sigh was heard on the other side of the door. the three of you exchanged a look with each other before the door swung open.

wooyoung and yeosang, who were leaning against the doorframe, stumbled forward and landed infront of jongho’s feet.

jongho stepped back, opening the door wider. “welcome.”

you blinked, giving him a smile. “hey, jongho.” carefully, you tiptoed over the two fallen bodies on the ground as you entered the apartment.

the apartment had a warm and cozy feel. there was a decent amount of fake plants and the furniture looked new but comfortable. the dining table was lined with snacks and the kitchen counter was filled with a surprising amount of alcohol.

you walked over to yunho and mingi who were already standing around the kitchen. you waved to yunho before turning to mingi and giving him a quick hug.

mingi froze for a bit, though he quickly recovered, his response stiff. “uh- hey.”

jongho clapped his hands to gather everyone’s attention. “alright, don’t get too comfortable. let me show you around.”

he led the group on a small tour around his apartment, showing off his bedroom, bathroom, living room and office space - he even had a guest bedroom.

after the tour, you found yourself back in the living room, chatting with yunho and mingi.

“so how’s the project going?” yunho asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“not bad,” you replied. “it’s a lot of coding but i’m enjoying it for the most part.”

mingi nodded. “yeah, and you’re good at it,” he muttered quietly, mostly to himself.

you glanced at him, giving him a smile. “thanks.”

the tips of his ears turned pink and he quickly turned to yunho, who was trying to hide a smile behind his glass.

after a while, you wandered over to the snack table where yeosang and wooyoung were hanging out.

“chips are food,” wooyoung said angrily.

yeosang sighed, turning to you. “this is his third bowl.”

“it’s a party,” wooyoung shrugged. “i’m living my best life.”

before anyone could say anything, jongho’s voice was heard from across the room. “wooyoung!”

wooyoung froze, a chip halfway to his mouth. “what?” he shouted back.

jongho stood by the door, his arms crossed. “tell me why there’s a group of at least 15 people outside my house saying that there’s a party here?”

wooyoung chuckled nervously, clearing his throat. “um.. about that..”

jongho’s eyes narrowed. “don’t tell me you-“

the doorbell rang and before you knew it, a large group of people poured in, loud music taking over the entire space.

wooyoung scratched the back of his neck. “i may have uh- spread the word a little.”

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the house grew loud, music bouncing off of the walls as laughter filled every corner. you squeezed through the crowd, heading over to the kitchen for another glass of soju. but when you reached, your eyes landed on mingi who was downing many shots of alcohol.

“heyheyhey, stop,” you said, stepping forward and gently taking the glass from his hand.

mingi blinked at you, confused, his cheeks pink. you looked at him with concern. “what’s going on? why are you drinking so much?”

he mumbled something incoherent, rubbing his forehead. without hesitation, you hooked your arm around his and tugged him toward the hallway. “you’re sitting this one out,” you said firmly, guiding him into the guest bedroom which thankfully, was unoccupied.

closing the door behind you, you made him sit on the edge of the bed. mingi groaned and slumped down, half of his body dangling off the bed while his upper body rested against mattress.

you sat on the bed next to him. “are you okay? what’s wrong?” you asked softly, rubbing slow circles on his back.

“...i don’t like people,” he mumbled, his face half-buried in the sheets.

a small smile tugged at your lips. “it’s okay. i get it.”

“i like you, though,” his said, his voice muffled but clear enough to make your eyes widen in shock.

“wait, what?” you blurted out, staring at him disbelief.

mingi got up abruptly, sitting on the bed properly like nothing happened. “why did wooyoung bring so many people? this isn’t a party party,” he said.

“i.. i don’t know,” you stammered. “can we go back to what you said before-”

“i didn’t finish the code i was supposed to give hongjoong,” he interrupted, looking at you with glassy eyes. “am i getting fired?”

you shook your head. “no, he gave you until next month to complete it. can we-”

“-i haven’t eaten pasta in so long,” his voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

“i’ll get you pasta tomorrow,” you said quickly, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

mingi’s face lit up. “really?”

“yes,” you nodded.

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, the muffled noise of the party bleeding through the walls. soon enough, you finally spoke up. “hey.”

mingi turned to you, his eyes a little clearer now.

“when you said you liked me,” you began cautiously. “what did you mean?”

“that i like you,” mingi said plainly like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“well, yes, but,” you cleared your throat. “as a friend or-”

“i like your eyes,” he cut in, his gaze locked onto yours. “and your nose.”

you blinked, stunned.

“your lips are pretty,” he added as he leaned in slightly. “and so are your outfits.”

“i-”

“i like your voice,” he continued. “and the cafes you bring me to.”

your heart raced as you stared at him. “...is this the alcohol talking?” you asked weakly.

mingi tilted his head, reaching up to touch his mouth like he was checking for something. “i’m pretty sure i’m the one talking,” he said, completely serious.

a wide smile broke across your face. “you’re cute.”

“me?” he looked behind him, seeing if there was someone else in the room.

“yes, you,” you laughed softly.

mingi’s face flushed a deeper red - whether it was from the alcohol or your words, you weren’t sure.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you once more and you could tell that mingi was beginning to sober up. he shifted slightly, his movements becoming nervous.

“i’m sorry,” he began, but you quickly cut him off.

“don’t apologise,” you said.

“but i made you uncomfortable- oh my god i made you uncomfo-”

“i like you,” you said, pulling him out of his spiral.

mingi froze, his eyes wide. “are you serious?”

you nodded.

“b-but you’re so..” he trailed off, his eyes searching yours. “..pretty.”

“thank you,” you said, your heart fluttering. “though i think you’re really downplaying yourself.”

“why would you like someone like me?” mingi asked, his voice a whisper.

you shrugged. “for all the same reasons you like me.”

“because i watch anime?” he asked, confused.

“that’s a bonus,” you grinned.

the next thing you knew, your hands brushed against his, lingering for a moment as his eyes shifted to your lips. it was such a simple action and yet it sent your heart in circles. slowly, he leaned in closer, his warm breath against your skin.

“are you really okay with this?” he asked, worried that you were playing a prank on him.

you looked into his eyes, your voice soft. “i’ve been waiting for this.”

then mingi’s lips were on yours.

it was soft at first. but the second your hand found his jaw, tilting his head slightly - something in him changed. his hand was on your thigh, his fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt like he needed to hold on or risk floating away.

your hand moved to his chest and you could feel his heart pounding beneath your palm. mingi’s other hand found your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“mr song,” you mumbled against his mouth, the name drawing a low groan from him.

“god- you’re so perfect,” he muttered, the grip on your thigh tightening, his thumb tracing the seam of your skirt, sending shivers up your spine.

you lost track of how long you stayed like that. the music from outside faded into the background and the room slowly disappeared from your mind.

and then the door slammed open.

you and mingi jumped apart, faces flushed and breaths uneven. just then, wooyoung stumbled in, his arm draped lazily around a girl.

“oh my god,” wooyoung’s eyes widened, darting between the two of you with unhinged glee. without waiting a second, he whipped out his phone and snapped a picture before slamming the door shut - his loud voice echoing the hall. “i knew it! i knew it! i knew it!”

you groaned, covering your face with your hands as you got up. “this bastard-”

“-hey,” mingi caught your wrist, his fingers gentle but firm as he tugged you back toward him. his face was still flushed and his lips were slightly swollen, but his voice was soft. “don’t focus on him. focus on me.”

your heart skipped multiple beats. you nodded, letting him guide you back into his arms.

this time, the kiss was much slower - no rushing, no interruptions, just the two of you. his hand returned to your thighs, this time squeezing it lightly, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

when you broke apart, his eyes studied your face, his thumb gently tracing your lips. you brushed away the stray hairs that stuck to his forehead, adjusting his glasses which were lopsided.

“was i good?” mingi asked nervously.

“of course,” you giggled, your cheeks warm. “way more than good.”

he let out a sigh of relief. “i’m glad..” he said softly. your words made him smile, the stress in his shoulders easing.

“if wooyoung posts that picture..” mingi said, leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw. “..i’m deleting his league account.”

any and all feedback appreciated <3 remember to like and repost!

[onlyancunin]

5 comfort characters

@judasiskariot tagged me and for that I thank you, darling! 🖤

It's gonna be a doozy so unless someone's really interested, feel free to skip. And yes, all my "comfort characters" have themes of trauma and revenge.

Astarion Ancunin - I think my url might've given it away; his story resonates with me in terms of struggling with intimacy post sa and experiencing the isolating loneliness that comes along with trauma incomprehensible for others. And also the world is a vile place and I say let it burnnn, baby! I must say I really had to think long and hard about the rest, but judging by what I like to come back to when in stress:

Dean Winchester - resonating with the trauma and/or complicated feelings coming from being the older sibling that's supposed to "save" the younger one, despite being unable to. And having a thing for drinking and/or isolating myself when the troubles hit. Also my 11 yo cat is literally called Cas lmao, he's equal part apex predator and fluffy dum dum, just like the original.

V from "V for Vendetta" - I wish I could spend my life meticulously plotting and flawlessly executing a plan of elaborate revenge on my past abusers. I feel like that would give me the kick, lol. This + the "inch of ourselves" quote was literally a theme for my therapy for years, while I was looking for my own identity panicking I've been destroyed to the last: "Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all that we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free… An inch; it is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away; we must never let them take it from us.”

Lisbeth Salander (Millennium book series, "Girl with the dragon tattoo") - a woman who single-handedly made me dream of working remotely in IT and living independently. And of course one day I'll make my abuser pay the exact same way she did - and I already have the tattoo needle, eyyy! Proud to say after years and years I finally get to live in a single-bedroom studio place and spend my days developing code, even if just in a junior position for now. The next step is to live somewhere with palm trees, just like she did in the books. After the fucker gets his tat, of course. Bonus points for being neurodivergent and blatantly unapologetic about it. And getting her heart crushed because no matter how big the gesture, most will mostly pick the "normal" over the freak.

Jessica Jones - a little similar to Lisbeth, but with Marvel twist and way more psychotic opponent. I've just started watching his series recently and it's ripping my soul in hundreds of directions, even evoking a bit of my Stokholm Syndrome. And to have such strength as a woman! Makes me wonder what kind of use I'd actually make of it, given the chance. Would I actually go the hero route? The vigilante? Or just amuse myself with continuous torture of those who wronged me?

Who would've known, out of the whole bunch, Astarion seems like the most cheerful character lmao.

I'd like to no-pressure tag: @treshmind, @thedomesticanthropologist, @night-orchids, @thatdangeroussmile

[alexa-yukiyu]

I'm curious what are plaining on writing next?👀,Or if you don't have anything in mind what request is up next? I'm just so exicted for the next fire fic you're about to cook up.!!!😆

/🔥anon

I do, I do, I have something for today, I can give you a hint and tell you they are marines 🤭

Let me tell you I am cooking right now, so y’all better get your silver sulfadiazine ready cause theres about to be burnnns

[andvys]

i loved this chapter! although the angst at the end destroyed me because i really thought they would get together again OMG you're edging us andy 😭

And by the look on Robin’s face every time she sees Chrissy, you know that she is feeling just the same. 

ROBIN AND CHRISSY ROBIN AND CHRISSY 😭😭❤️

“Heather,” you mumble, raising your brows at her, “how about we talk about you and pizza guy.” 

HEATHER AND ARGYLE?? 😫

Heather smiles brighter, she bites her lip and leans back, “maybe,” she grins, “I mean he just asked me to be his girlfriend the other day,” she says casually as she looks down at her nails. 

OH MY GOD??? girl im lowkey jealous tbh

Is that how your friends always felt when you would leave them just to be with Steve?

YEAH. the feeling when your friend can't hang out with you because she's going out with her dumbass boyfriend only for him to dump her later and you have to keep in the "I told you so" 😭

“Let me make you a real drink, baby.” 

let me give you a real punch baby

You put your hand on his chest and push him away, “you’re not slick, stop trying to get in my pants.”

yes billy you're being cringy rn 😭

You look down at the mixed drink, hesitating before you give in and take it from his hand. 

GIRL DONT TOUCH IT DO YOU NOT VALUE LIFE

“Are you okay?” He chuckles, stepping closer to pat your back gently, “do you need me to make you feel better?” 

PFFFFF TAKE A HINT

“Leave her alone, Hargrove.”

not him too

He chuckles and finally walks away, passing by Steve only to halt beside him. Billy stares him down, another chuckle of amusement falls from his lips. He slaps Steve’s shoulder, “lighten up, Harrington. Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.” 

a little birdie told me that steve was a bad lover so i don't think so...

“Or both?” You giggle, “Eddie and I do both sometimes.”

girl... no words 😭

Chrissy is drunk, not drunk on alcohol, drunk on something else. 

WE WERE IN THE BACKSEAT DRUNK ON SOMETHING STRONGER THAN THE DRINKS IN THE BAR!!!

Robin’s hair is short, her curls are messy, her bangs are long and they need to be cut, Chrissy can’t help but raise her hand to brush them away from her eyes so she can see her beautiful eyes. 

AWWWWWWWWWW 😭🫶

They all expect to walk in on a very drunk you. Because, usually it takes a lot to convince you to join a game of truth or dare, never have i ever and let alone spin the bottle. You don’t like kissing strangers or risking the possibility to kiss someone you cannot stand. 

oh fuck no 😭

“No thanks,” Heather snorts as she crosses her arms over her chest, “you still need to grow some, Hagan.” 

OOOHHHHH BURNNN

When Billy pulls away, he gives Hailey a pat on the cheek. She giggles at him and licks her lips as she sits back in her place. 

ew

“This is gonna appear in my nightmare tonight,” Steve whispers to you. 

literally!! steve gets me

Billy kisses you roughly – it’s not as bad as the kiss you have had with Ray but you still can’t shake the fact that you are kissing him. At least, his lips are soft. They taste like strawberry – probably thanks to Hailey and her strawberry lip gloss that she always wears over her red lipstick. 

omg imagine the germs...

Billy chuckles, he looks at you through hooded eyes and leans closer, “that made me really fucking hard,” he whispers.

congratulations ...? 😭

“You don’t have to,” he whispers to you, but you are already moving closer to him. 

NAAAAH GIMME THE DRAMA

When he does open his eyes and he sees the look on your face, the shock in your eyes, the emotions that are still there, the love. He knows, he still has a chance. 

OH MY GOD 🫨🫨🫨🫨

“Shut it, blondie,” Heather snaps at him. 

YES HEATHERPOO

“I’m sorry for taking him away from you. I-I saw the way you two looked at each other back there. I guess, I just now realized what I’ve ruined.”

NANCY REDEMPTION ARC

You shrug, “you just kissed your ex girlfriend in front of your other ex girlfriend.” 

yup... a little mess girlie

He cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you. He needs more of what he just had. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM- I- IM-

He destroyed too much.

i mean... yeah kinda 😭

“You can’t just kiss me after everything!” You snap at him and push past him, walking away from him. 

THE ANGST COMES BACK OMG 😭😭😭

well... im off to read smut now so 🤭

I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH!!! 💕

Robin & Chrissy are literally the cutest couple ever, I'm so happy that I can finally write about them

All your reactions to Billy are killing me 😭

And omg, it's really the worst when your friends keep dropping you for their shitty boyfriends 😭

AND YES! the angst comes back but tbh.... it won't be angsty between Steve and reader but between her and a certain someone 👀

I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE THE SMUT

[emo-philosopher]

The Atlas Paradox

Hello tumblr, long time no see

Soo I absolutely remember nothing from the previous book so had to go look up a summary

Still not sure but who cares

Let us begin

This is again a compilation of thoughts as I read the book so pls enjoy

Destiny is a choice…and so is ur orientation u homo-

(ok side note I've been reading a lot ask about dreams lately and honestly I'm loving it.)(go read the raven cycle)(pls)

Oh libby darling

I feel reina on a spiritual level

Tristan is such a goddamn Mood.

Istg this tristan and callum. U all basic bitches dream about making a cute boy’s heart flutter? Well these two dream about making each others’ heart stop. Forever.

Ok fuck you all idc what u think i love callum

👏tristan👏

Ik i keep talking about tristan and callum but i just cant help it man

If anyone ill worship u reina, all crawling on knees and letting blood run down cold altars

My academically fuelled past: You’re not trying to save me, are you?”

My depression; “No, not to feed into your whole ‘nobody cares’ thing, but I really don’t give a shit about you.”

Ms.Blake be using scientific terminology like entropy and space time and brownian motion and im not exactly sure shes using it right but im too distracted by the characters and too drunk on the art to care

Ik it seems like i dont talk about parisa a lot but i dooo like her

Ezra is such a little bitch and like i get what he is doing but he is still. A little bitch.

Ok so i just finished THAT kissing scene and all i ask is why. Thats it. Why. WHY. N.p

Look i understand. Maybe a bit. But its 3 in the night and i just took 4 career quizzes and its hard ok.

Ik i didnt say shit for a whole chunk of thr book

BUT

LIBBY I LOVE THIS

LET IT BURNNN LET IT BURNN CANT HOLD IT BACK ANYMOREEE

no belen no

Reina and callum are meant to eb

Haha ezra u lil piece of crap

Oh wow finally a cute wholesome moment

Ok defo gonna forget this book by next yr

In fact im already forgetting it but its ok

[hyukascampfire]

U JUMPED UP N CLICKED YOUR HEELS WHEN I FOLLOWED, I JUMPED UP AND CLICKED MY HEELS WHEN I SAW THIS REBLOG. omg.

hehe. world building is my favorite part. especially since my fics lean toward fantasy,, i always try to make it all immersive and believable!!

literally was not aware there was even a plural for geas, i had to dance around it while writing. why didn’t i think to look that up…😓 ANYWAY YES taehyun is definitely gravitational right off the bat. for me, at least. he is stiff and cold, but i don’t think that he necessarily falls into the typical fantasy brooding mmc category. especially after part two, i think his character begins to develop those layers that makes him who he is. i can’t say that he’s not brooding or cold, but i think it comes from a different place. i absolutely agree that he really does embody cold. not going to lie, after working on his character for so long, he’s the first thing i associate with him.

AND YES yeonjun as warmth by sunlight is so correct. he’s not necessarily flames, but more like sunlight on your skin after being cold for so long. he’s so gentle with MC in a way that she hasn’t known,, i’d be the same girl. IM SO HAPPY TO SEE SOMEONE ROOTING FOR YEONJUN JUST A LITTLE BIT. not because i’m biased,, cause of course i have two hands,, BUT ITS JUST BEEN SO LONG. this nation is gripped by taehyun. he always destroys yeonjun in the polls 😭

W yeonjun, writing him came so easy. i still vividly remember the moment i wrote the introduction to his character. omg. he just had a personality that STICKJKJS with you. he is magnetic, and i lowkey feel whimsy even while writing him. he’s just so sensual and intimate on so many different levels. i’d probably give up my mf life for him too.

i also really do adore MC. she’s very multi-faceted. she’s not necessarily always strong or upright, but she has her own set of morals and honestly just wants so little. it kinda sucks that what she does finally allow herself to ask for puts her in the situations it does. i feel a great amount of sympathy for her. i also am a person that thinks that emotion and being in touch with it is strong in its own right, and i absolutely get MC for searching for it.

SLOW BURNNN that’s my shit. waiter, pls give me yearning and fleeting touch for a hundred thousand more words! im not stranger to a 5k pwp and i thoroughly enjoy writing those (yum.) but i truly do love the word ‘almost’, and letting characters ache for each other. mmm. i’m a hoe for jealousy, but with taehyun it is especially different. i just do not know how to put it into words except for 😻💦🤲

the people love beomgyu, that silly forest creature. i’ve grown so attached to his character as well. he really is holding up the found family end of this fic all on his own. his power 😭

thank you so much for giving me this beautiful rb to read and giggle over as well. i adore you so much NEXT PART NEXT PART 🍽️

𝓘N WHICH 〃 a life lived as a human among the fae is one hard-earned. the folk are built of indescribable beauty, and of debauchery and mischief. for some, a life lived subservient to the folk is just fine; but to those who dream of something more, they would spend their lives clawing and biting to make it happen.

you, looking for a way to escape a life as a faerie’s human servant, put a new foot forward thinking that any life could be better than that. but, when your first assignment as a king’s spy is alongside a brooding, icy faerie man, you begin to wonder what your place in this foreign world really could be.

wc ➳ 93.3k﹙ and counting! ﹚

genre high fantasy/faerie, smut, angst ˒ ˒

pairings faerie!taehyun x reader, faerie!yeonjun x reader

warnings violence, death, death of animals, smut (specific tags will be listed before each chapter), childhood trauma & mentions of abuse, jealousy, controlling & yandere relationship dynamics, unprotected sex, original characters but they only last for small amounts of time & act as story catalysts, fem! reader

˒ ˒ want a look into the world? here’s the pinterest board !! ༘⋆

﹙ 🪕﹚ playlists ⑊ yeonjun ˒ taehyun ˒ series

: ̗̀﹙❆﹚𝓅arts . : ↘︎

one ˒ two ˒ three ˒ four ˒ five ˒ ...🪶

© hyukascampfire please do not steal, plagiarize, or repost any of my works.

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Being a Hunter and Mentor

to Gon and Killua

*it's was the most generic hxh gif I could find 😅

Hunter x Hunter characters (probably a large variety of them) x gn! Reader

Warnings: light Swearing, Hisoka

A/N: I'm currently on a HxH fixation because I've binged the entire series 😃 I wanted to try my hand at some headcannons because I have zero self control ✌🏻 back to the regularly scheduled programming Thursday!

Honestly YN, I'm not sure which job is scarier

Being a Hunter or dealing with everyone else who is also a Hunter 😐

Because like, it's a lot

Like I'm exhausted just watching the anime I can only imagine how you feel

Let's just say you passed the Hunter exam on your first try 💅🏼

Honestly ✨️MATERIAL GWORL✨️

You've been a pro hunter for about 5 years now

Love that for you

It's a lucrative business and you absolutely love your job

You meet all sorts of interesting people and get to do some amazing things

One of those interesting people just happens to be Ging Freecss 🙃

At first, he seems like a nice guy and I'm sure he is

But then he ruins it 😐

"YN when my son comes looking for you, I want you to make his life miserable. Teach him but make him miserable"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 pardon

First off all, this man's has a son ✋🏻

Not only that but he wants you to make his child's life miserable?

"Wow dad of the year much?"- you say

"Never claimed that YN, just please do this for me. I owe you one"- Ging says before he disappears just like he did from Gon's life

OH BURNNN 🔥

I'm so sorry Gon 😭

You can't tell me he wouldn't be all "ITS OK MY DAD IS THE COOLEST :D"

NE WAYS you continue on your life's path until you "accidently" bump into a less than friendly white haired boy

"Watch out!"- he yells

"Excuse me?"- You 😃 🔪

"Killua apologize! We are so sorry!"- a black haired boy says looking at you

Boy does he look familiar 🙃

"Quite the temper you got on you there kid. No worries, it would take more than a child to knock me over"- you

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME??"- Killua, giving Bakugo level anger issues 💥

"I mean we are children technically. I'm Gon by the way"- Gon says extending his hand

Finally the prophecy has come full circle 🔵

"Ahh yes, Ging's son. Nice to meet you, I'm YN"- you say

Gon 👉🏻😐😳🤩 you know my dad!

"I do! In fact, you're dad told me that when I meet you, I'm suppose to make your life miserable" you add

Gon 👉🏻😃 whet-

"But since your dad is kind of a jerk, how about this? I'll show you a few things and send you on your way"- you say

Gon 👉🏻🤩 yes please!

Killua 👉🏻😐🙄 whatever

*intermission*

Dear YN it's me, the person writing this headcannon set, just making sure you are ok because like do you know what you are getting yourself into??

Well I guess we all have to learn the hard way sometimes 🤷

*intermission over*

You begin your journey with Killua and Gon

Surprisingly, everything is going smoothly

🎶 don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious 🎶- me singing to myself before I ruin your life 😅

You see, at first, everything WAS fine

You meet Kurapika and Leorio

"Wow Gon, that's awesome that YN is training you!"- Leorio says

"Yeah and that you're getting closer to meeting your dad finally"- Kurapika adds

You were training the boys in their specialized Nen abilities

Helping them to strengthen them as well as teaching them more about the world of hunting

You were walking down the streets if YorkNew City when you sensed a strange presence 🤨

"Dont be alarmed but someone's watching us. Just walk normally and don't look suspicious"- you say as you walk with Gon and Killua down the street, turning into a side alley

"Alright show yourself"- you say, gearing up for a battle

"Oh no it looks like I've been spotted"- a creepy clown looking man says emerging from the shadows

You 👉🏻😳🤨

"Who are you? Sorry buddy I don't think the circus is in town right now"- you

Oh good one YN 😜

The creepy clown man just laughs

"That's Hisoka YN, he's a hunter too"- Gon says

"Oh I've heard of you before"- you say, squinting your eyes at Hisoka

"All good things I hope" he says smiling at you

"Honestly no but I judge people on my own interactions not the opinions of others"- you add

"How noble of you YN"- Hisoka says 🤡 🔪

Hisoka totally knows who you are and let's just say he's weary

See I forgot to mention that you are not only a skilled hunter but in incredible Nen user as well

A specialist 💅🏼

Your ability is known around the Hunter world and you are one tough cookie

Your training for Gon and Killua is much like how you learned to train

"So... we just run..."- Killua questions

"Run yes but also while producing aura. Now go!"- You shout

"But YN, aren't we going to run out of energy quickly"- Gon asks

"Sure you will"- you shrug and set your things down

Killua 👉🏻🤨 so what's the point?

"The point is you do what I say"- you add

Please Killua is ready to fight you YN 😭

However you aren't as tough on the boys as Ging had wanted

You never were one to do as others asked YN 🙄

So you not only taught the boys but you nurtured them as well

Kindness goes a long way, even in the world of Hunters 🥰

Unfortunately for you, kindness doesn't extend to most of the underground of YorkNew City

Namely a certain group 👀

Or shall is say Troupe...

Look at me rhyming 😏

That's right because it's just Gon and Killua's luck that they would walk right into the Troupe's hands

Honestly 🤦 have you taught them nothing YN?

"Well I guess I should probably go and rescue them?"- You think as you head in the direction of the Troupe's hideout

You didn't PLAN for this to happen but you can't say you're disappointed

What fun training am I right??? 👍🏻

Thankfully the whole gangs here when you enter the Troupe's hideout

"Alright give me my students back"- you say as everyone watches you waltz in like you own the place

The troupe 👉🏻😐😲

Chrollo 👉🏻 😏 interesting

Gon and Killua 👉🏻😬😬

"How- how did you find this place?"- Phinks asks

"Oh its really not that hard, I put trackers on Gon and Killua so I don't lose them. I'm always losing things"- you say shrugging

Same YN, BIG SAME

"Want me to torture them?"- Feitan asks

Chrollo puts his hand up before you interject

"Don't bother, I'm only here to get these two"- you say walking up to them, studying the nen thread binding them

"Well this is unfortunate. I'm going to need someone to remove this nen thread"- you say

"You can try-" Machi says before she watches her Nen thread fall to the floor

Gone and Killua just stand there 🧍‍♂️ 👁👄👁

"Impressive YN"- Chrollo finally says

"A Nen ability like that is superior"- Illumi adds emerging out from the shadows

"Chrollo Luciler and Illumi Zoldyck, how nice to see you again"- you say standing up and peering at the two men

"YN it's always a pleasure"- Chrollo adds as Illumi nodds

"Well I'd love to stay and catch up but we need to get these two kiddos to bed"- you say pushing Killua and Gon to the door

"It's like 2pm YN!"- Killua growls

"Do you want to get killed? No? Then shut it!"- You whisper yell at the boys

"I'd love to fight you YN"- Hisoka says emerging from behind a large crate

Well would you look at the time ⌚️

"I'd love too BUT unfortunately I have plans so let's do a rain check"- you say, practically hauling Killua and Gon under your arms and out the door

I AM SPEED 💨

"Why don't we go after them boss?"- Franklin questions

"Now is not the time. Not with YN there"- Chrollo says smiling as you quickly leave the warehouse

"Seriously can you two please not"- you say as you finally make it back to your hotel

"YN you were awesome! Can you teach me more about your Nen??"- Gon says 🤩

Please the golden retriever energy ✋🏻

Killua just huffs 😤

You smile, knowing these boys are both going to be amazing Hunters 🥰

[thefairyletters]

MinaSaku Fanfics

Yes, Minato Namikaze and Sakura Haruno.

Sounds ridiculous, I know. But I can't help shipping this. MultiSaku shippers would understand why we like this. Others, not so much and they probably don't want to know. I'll summarise it for those people – Minato is basically a more calm, collected and handsome version of Naruto (some of his frames are just—damn) (but I honestly can't choose between them) and Sakura has special admiration reserved for people who are cool, confident and good looking, like Kakashi and Sasuke. Sakura also admired Naruto when he first met Sakura after the time skip, and she was impressed with his 'maturity'. Until he ruined the picture of course. Minato might not have made much impression on Sakura when he got resurrected, but she certainly reminded him a bit of his wife, Kushina. Isn't that enough of a reason for serial shippers like us?

I bet nobody saw this coming. Except for anon, who requested this ship some time ago. In my defense, I had lost all changes I made in this list not once but twice (and one time I had successfully completed it! Imagine my frustration) which caused me to give up and go into Neji-mode. However, I wanted to get this done with as well, to remove it from drafts without feeling useless. So here we are.

The Nearest Star: Powderblew || M || Canon AU || Ongoing

The quest for strength comes from the spirit or in this case, the soul.

best character development, perfect romance, interesting plot, hokage!Sakura, slow burnnn, casual flirting, lots of fluff, Minato doesn't hold back his affections, heavy drama, result of Jutsu gone wrong, basically Minato is stuck attached to Sakura's soul

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Woodenblocks: Olol || T || Modern AU || Ongoing

Minato never imagined he would be raising little Naruto on his own. Kushina had found the perfect pediatrician for Naruto. She didn't realize she would be finding the perfect person for Minato as well.

ADORABLE, lotsss of fluff, pediatric!Sakura, baby!Naruto struggling-single-dad!Minato, smooth development, not-so-smooth!Minato, I love this so muchhh

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Drifting Blossom: Night of the fallen angel || T || Reincarnation AU || Incomplete

Sakura gave into the chance to fix the past. With so many roads to travel down, she just has to make sure she doesn't pick the wrong one. Though, being in the body of Kushina Uzumaki doesn't make her life any easier.

Basically MinaKushi + Sakura, as the reason why this is in this list...this is the first reincarnation story I've come across with Sakura, Sakura in Kushina's body

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Covet: || M || Naruto AU || Complete

Just MinaSaku and dark daddy kink

daddy kink, not-so-struggling-single-dad!Minato, AnbuCaptain!Minato, Anbu!Sakura, what plot? only porn, I felt bad because Naru loves Saku, but it's well written and Minato is hot

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in the magic hour: Powderblew || M || Time travel AU || Complete

It's not perfect, but everything is beautiful.

Perfect pace, sexual tension, wonderful results of Jutsu gone wrong, introduced me to the concept of beautiful porn, lotsss of fluff, befriending grumpy uchihas

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Whisper in the Wind: UNCPanda || T || Time travel AU || Discontinued

Thrown back in time, from a future that needs to be stopped, Sakura has no choice but to keep moving forward, and keep fighting. But life isn't easy, even when you know what's supposed to happen, and love is always tricky.

Lots of relavent drama, Sakura cares about her own future too, Sakura gets adopted, new family found, fluffff, no love/flirting at first sight here, slow burn

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Fate's Allotter: Kist || T || Time travel + Fates AU || Complete

Sakura had been standing next to her cousin, smiling carelessly, but then the world shifted, and blink, she was gone. Flung back into the middle of the Third Shinobi War and armed with only a kunai and a hair-clip, she makes her stand. It's not about what she did in the past, but rather what she didn't do. Action, adventure, and a slow, burning romance.

Most dramatic and confusing story you'll ever read, it took me three tries to finish this book, spinning tale, romance is not the focus, Sakura adopts many babies, Minato is a curious little bird, past vs future, fluffy when it counts, heavy suspense!!

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Unravel: pinkpetal34 || T || Time travel AU || Incomplete

Years after the war, Sakura was slowly moving on. However once she defeated the allusive snake sannin, she was given a chance to save the future. She was going to change things for the better, no matter what. But, there seemed to be a blonde that took an interest in her, while she wanted nothing to do with him. And the more she resisted, the more he insisted.

Curious!Minato, Tired!Sakura, Minato chases after Sakura, mission: Avoid Minato, he is a puppy, too much fluff, well written, good start, must read!!

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The Love Hole: Shanghai Honey || T || Time travel AU || Incomplete

After an ill fated accident occures, Sakura is sent into the past where she meets a certain sexy Hokage. No, its not Sandaime, it is no other than our Fourth! Unfortunately, its annoyance at first sight.

Not the most convincing summary but TRUST ME!, Author may/may not have taken it seriously but I don't, it's CRACK and I love it, OOC Minato, Narcissistic!Minato, Arashi is Minato, read it for shits and giggles only, Minato trying to woo Sakura

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A Path to Salvation: jennipher || T || Time travel AU || Complete

When Minato approaches Sakura and a dying Naruto with a proposition to prevent the War, Sakura readily takes the chance, even if that means not being able to come back. As Madara tags along and steals her only means of returning home, Sakura and Minato set out to stop the chain of events that lead to the Fourth War, before it's too late, growing closer with each passing day.

Premise different than many others, fast paced, lots of drama, sexual tension, hints of NaruSaku, bondage

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Significant souls: Winged Lady Colette || T || Post war AU || Incomplete

It's during the Fourth Great Shinobi war when Sakura gets a visit from two very unlikely men. Something is coming and they need the Fourth Hokage to stop it. And he has chosen Sakura to help him be reborn. Will she be able to say goodbye to everything and everyone she has ever loved, or will she crumble beneath the shadow of some unseen force?

Gen fic, MinaSaku relationship in this is not what you're expecting, interesting plot, Sakura suffers alone, angst, heavy drama, connection to Boruto era, Sakura-centric (for now), I sincerely hope one day it gets updated

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Between You and Me: onemoreword || M || Time travel AU || One Shot

He couldn't do this anymore. The secret was going to kill him... or everyone else.

Yandere!Minato, secret relationship, Jelly Minato, possibly stalker!Minato, sexy times, possessive!Minato

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Maybe a little like Hate: VesperChan || T || Modern AU || One Shot

He was madly obsessed with her, too much in fact. So, she did the only thing she could do when Naruto came to her.

Grey!Sakura, Naruto Uzumaki fan? You've been warned, Character death, darkish settings

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Passing of the Torch: lilac haze || T || Canon AU || One Shot

They marveled at her strength, her bravery, her resolve but they all failed to see her hurt, pain, and loneliness. She had surpassed her master in more ways than one.

Just Sakura and her failures when it comes to the matters of heart

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One More Time: Torikki Jinx || T || Post third war AU || One Shot

He watched her laugh, watched her smile, watched her grow. He was always watching, unable to touch or even speak to her for she can't even see him. But he'd be damn if he gives up that easily. Gods truly were cruel, in this life and the last one. "Thanks, for walking me and carrying Naruto home, Minato." "Anything you want, Sakura." He meant that, he would give anything for her.

Tragic ending, angst, Sakura was born in another timeline, Ghost!Minato

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Blinding: moor || M || Modern AU || One Shot

Minato gives Sakura a shelter.

Savior complex, breakup, Naruto being a dick, I didn't like this part as I love NS and can't see Naruto in that light, Minato is a fair father (kinda?), protective!Minato, alternatively: he becomes her daddy

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On The Shores of Oblivion: love-warmth-life || M || Fantasy AU || Incomplete

Someone killed her, and she wanted to know why. But first, Sakura needs to learn how to survive in this macabre world known as the afterlife. While struggling to come to terms with her new existence, she discovers that not everything is as it seems…

Interesting concept, dark theme, creepy feels, amnesia!Sakura, too bad this gem is more or less abandoned, must read!

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The Beautiful and Damned: Lindt Luirae || T || Time travel AU || One Shot

"Didn't anyone ever tell you, love hurts?"

Poetic, mostly Minato's pov, love at first sight, short but powerful

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Ripped Wings on the Floor: BleachedSakura || T || Time travel AU || Incomplete

"Honestly, I think that I'm afraid of being happy." she stared into my eyes. "Because whenever I'm happy, there's always something in my heart that shatters." she smiled that beautiful tragic smile of hers. "I think it's the knowledge that in the end, I'll be the one left broken."

Character death, grieving!Naruto, obsessed!OC, heartbreaking NS, not much MS yet, angst, another gem in the rough but whats the point

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Odd Colored Hair: WriterHime || T || Same age AU || One Shot

Minato was certain of only one thing - he seemed to have a thing for girls with odd colored hair.

Short and sweet, some MK angst, just Minato having hair(color) fetish

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The Secrets that you keep : FireThatFox || M || Dimension travel AU || Hiatus

Sakura thought she knew what it was to be a loyal Konoha kunoichi. The Konoha she knew is no more. It has been replaced by something darker, more corrupt and more sinister than anything she could ever have imagined. The light that does shine through the dark...comes from a most unexpected source, one she thought she had killed long ago. The past is present, the lines of her reality are warped.

dark!Minato, he is eeeeevil, possessive!Sasori, he is better of two evils, Sasori vs Minato, Sakura is in deep shit, it's a cool plot, who doesn't like evil Minato?

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Tourniquet: Lilac haze || T || Time travel AU || Incomplete

She was his tourniquet. She stopped the bleeding, she stopped his bleeding. She stopped his pain, his despair, his loneliness. She was the first face he saw. She was the first person he trusted. She was the first person to keep his secret. She was his tourniquet. He did not love her. He only loved the idea of her.

Slow burn, Minato time travels to future, he is depressed, Sakura wants to help, but she's also a sad mess, good plot but still dropped

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Daylilies: Powderblew || T || Time travel AU || Incomplete

Sakura needs both hands to list off her village idiots.

Deaging, baby!Minato, he is a child now and Sakura adopts him, Naruto and Sasuke are not amused, Minato is estatic though, adorable, fluffff

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Of flowers and new jutsus: Olol || M || Time travel AU || One Shot

"Hokage or not. If you leave this hospital, I will hog tie you to the bed.” "...you promise." In which Minato ends up in the hospital due to a plant. Sakura is not happy, especially when he checks out without her approval.

Sexy times, bondage, top!Minato, and Sakura is a very happy woman, Minato doesn't take kindly to being ordered around

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Summoned In Time: thatsnotmyname32 || M || Time travel AU || incomplete

An overly curious Tsunade and Jiraiya summon Sakura from the future, from the end of the fourth shinobi war. Can they figure out how to get her home? Or will she stay and attempt to change the time line?

Love at first sight, romance: I am speed, Mokoton! Sakura, dramaaaa

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Check out thatsnotmyname32. She has written several interesting MS stories, but sadly most fics never got updated past chapter 1-2. If fast pace is your thing, you'll like hers.

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Rosemary: Powderblew || T || Time travel AU || One Shot

Sakura is not sure what to think.

Lotssss of fluff, dirty talk with chicken, Minato is cooking, Minato cheats on Sakura, FLUFF, readddd

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I have conjured you (for my bidding): SafelyCapricious || T || Time travel AU || One Shot

Sakura is born with a shock of white hair, eyes so pale they look translucent, and what looks like a smear of ink down her side.

By the time she’s a week old, her eyes are a light green and all of her hair has fallen out. The ink smear remains.

After a month her eyes have darkened to a bright green that makes her mother coo “where’s my green eyed girl?” at her and she’s got a soft layer of fuzzy pink hair growing in. If the ink smear has changed, no one has noticed.

They are soulmates, angst, Kakashi is a jerk, Sakura is heartbroken, Minato is heartbroken, InoSaku friendship

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Estuary: FireThatFox || M || Dimension travel AU || Complete

The trick to life is to know what you are really looking at, to really see what it is you are looking at and to understand what it means to you and to those around you.

There is a darker side to Minato that he doesn't let people see. He controls it, he hides it but when a certain pink haired kunoichi stumbles across him by accident he finds it harder and harder to maintain his perfect control. Every moment, every look, every accidental touch brings him closer and closer to the edge.

A Nara is a Nara, but not a Namikaze. Madara doesn't know the meaning of failure, but he is a realist.

Dark!Minato, Shikaku is a cutie, Madara is a tragic character here, I don't like MadaSaku much but I LOVE it here, non-con elements, Minato is a stalker AND a sadist, lotsss of drama, no fluff unless it's ShikaSaku, everyone is OCC here, but it's a cool plot

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Unbound Shackles: onemoreword || M || AOB AU || One Shot

For years, Namikaze Minato's priorities had been towards his son and the village. Nothing was more important than that. With the death of his mate, there was nothing else that mattered now. He'd failed as an alpha, as a husband. He had no right to yearn for anything else. And so, as though to punish himself, he'd regularly take the suppressants, regularly repress his ruts.

But sooner or later, nature would always overcome any obstacle. The repressed instincts will run rampant. And nothing would get in the way of his inner desires.

Porn with some plot, dubcon, I call it rape but you can blame it on AOB instincts, I felt embarassed reading this, well written, bit hardcore I guess, AOB dynamics, go read for "good" reading material, dark theme, dark!Minato,

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thy willing soul transpires: mouseymightymarvellous || T || Time travel AU || One Shot

After everything, after it all, after the war and the loss and the devastation. After everything, Sakura still has yet to find the thing she will not survive.

She's the only one left who remembers now. She does not remember enough.

As she kisses Minato to ruin, she wonders if she will survive this.

As she kisses Minato to ruin, she wonders if she is the only person who will end up surviving this.

Minato tries to flirt, Sakura tries to resist, Alternatively: Sakura wants him but couldn't bring herself to have him

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Through The Looking Glass: onemoreword || T || Time travel AU || One Shot

She thought she could trust him. All the people who knew him had always exclaimed he was an intelligent, reliable man. But it was too late by the time she learned the truth.

Dark!Minato, he is not a kind man, set in different dimension, love(?) at first sight, this is not love but ok, clever manipulation, powerless!Sakura, dubious consent, must read!

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DDK: Vesperchan || T || Canon AU || One Shot

The Edo Tensei brought him back and he's young enough to try making a new life for himself. Strong and powerful with the right people, Minato Namikaze requests her hand in marriage, and Sakura isn't quite sure how she could refuse

I genuinely felt bad for Minato...until that extra bit, Sakura is confused, Sasuke tries to help but he has never helped anyone before so he doesn't know how, proposals, Resurrected!Minato, guilt trip, confessions, has flufff, more angst

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Crush: moor || T || Canon AU || Complete

Minato has a crush.

Minato has high expectations, he is good with babies, implied KS, crushes, resurrected!Minato, Naruto attempts to set her up with his dad (crazy right), fluff with humor

[sweetmotherof]

Haikyuu Fics: The Classics™️ (pt 2)

PART 1

I already thought of more, and I didn’t want my first part to be super long, so here is a part 2!! I’ll probably make another couple of parts because I know I missed some. So again, please comment if you have any recommendations for me to add, it’s highly appreciated. Also, just some housekeeping, please mind the tags and go give the authors some love and support!! I hope you guys enjoy!! (My summaries are super bad for this one so just look at the summaries for the work or ask ahah id be happy to elaborate)

*contains nsfw fics, so please read the tags*

⭑=my faves

TSUKKIYAMA

~quick deanpendragon spam (they are the mastermind of tsukkiyama fics read all of their stuff pls)~

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon

M, 74.4k words

This is the classiccccc slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn through high school fic. With an amazing plot, beautiful writing, and stunning characterization, if you like Tsukkiyama at all, you should literally just read it. It’s just....perfect.

the certain things we lack by deanpendragon⭑

M, 89.6k words

AHHHHHHHH STOP DON’T TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THIS. no no no it’s so good like should be published good. It’s Kei-centric, and him and Yamaguchi are so <333 ugh i can’t stop. High school au, canon compliant, getting together yeah yeah yeah but the writing is.....i’m speechless it’s so good. Something about it connected with my soul and the writing, i can’t stop the writing is so good. If you like to read, like you just appreciate the art of literature, read this read this read this. 

blue summer sky by deanpendragon⭑

T, 32k words

Deanpendragon, take all of my money. You deserve it after this one because, oh, oh MY GOD it’s so good. Yamaguchi working in a pet store. Tsukishima working in a music store. Right next to each other. STOP READ IT NOW YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. It’s Yamaguchi’s POV and his like stream of thoughts is SO relatable oh my god. It’s too good. This is hands down one of my fave fics so,,,,, u should read it. Also, it’s a series so, thank you for that one.

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Stoplights by 5yenwish(iamacamera)

E, 48.6k words

Something about Tsukkiyama authors, I would literally ask the president to get you ppl published because JESUS we do not deserve these works for free. I mean, this is just Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and Karasuno being VULGAR and hilarious, and it’s like,,,,you have to have a certain type of humor to enjoy this. If you don’t like sex jokes AVOID this fic, but I loved this SO MUCH. The writing, ughhhhhh the writing is horrifyingly good. I kinda just really want to pay this author money because you made my life smmm better. On Hiatus tho,, probs forever so <//3 STILL READ IT

MATSUHANA

boiled frogs by reginagalaxia⭑

E, 91.5k words, cw: EMOTIONAL ABUSE, mental health issues that come with that

SAD BOY HOURS ughhh. This fic is so angsty and hurt so bad to read,,,,,,but so,,,,goood. Of course it’s depressing, it’s Hanamaki, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi watching Matsukawa be in an emotionally abusive relationship, all the while Hanamaki is in love with him,,,, eyeroll it’s very hard to watch. But, the writing is amazing, the plot is painful but good, so if you’re considering, you definitely should read.

rated m for by orphan_account

T, 10.6k words

Voice acting au. The most beautiful voice acting au ever. I love Matsukawa and I love Hanamaki, and you should definitely read this because it’s so funny. The writing is so good, the plot is so funny, and I love to laugh my ass off and this fic is funny lol. They act in a BL even though they hate each other. PLS READ IT AHAHHAH.

plus one by orphan_account

G, 6.1k words

This is the cutest lil getting together fic that so adorably fluffy it hurts. If you want to come down from, oh let’s say boiled frogs ahahhaha plug (look above lol), this fic will literally rot your insides with how cute it is. It’s quick, easy, and a fun time at a wedding, so if you just want some matsuhana for bedtime or something like that (?? what am i saying lol) then I definitely recomeend this one.

DAISUGA

Open Tab by Mooifyourecows⭑

E, 541.5k words, cw: anxiety, breakdowns (not that bad, but some parts made me feel a bit on edge so I thought I’d let u all know)

The longest fic I’ve read, and worth every second. I BINGED this mf, like in a couple of days lol and it’s so good. Artist Suga, bartender Daichi, gay panic and basically all of the other main haikyuu characters lol,,,,, read it if that sounds interesting. I think this is probably the staple Haikyuu longfic, so you should definitely check it out at one point or another. Also, it’s SO funny and the writing is rlly good. Oh, and it’s a SLOW BURNNN.

bell, book, and candle by skittidyne

M, 762.9k words, cw: blood, swearing, violence, minor body horror, death, anxiety/anxiety attacks/panic attack (part of the author’s warning)

I’ve seen so many people recommend this one, so I thought I’d include it in this recommendation, even though it’s focused around a lot of the ships, not just daisuga. It’s a supernatural hunter fic, and even just the summary is super captivating and interesting. If you like fantasy, mythology, or anything of the demons and magic sort, you should definitely check this one out. There is also some ~~magical~~ romance.

Cardboard Castles by valiantarmor

M, 18k words, cw: homophobia, mental strain that comes with homelessness

For the sake of your guys’ brains, I included this shorter fic that you could definitely complete in a short amount of time. Basically, this is about coffee barista Daichi, and how he meets Suga, who is secretly homeless. And romance blooms, of course. I definitely recommend this one if you want a short, kind of angsty, but happy ending read.

KYOUHABA

Police Dog by surveycorpsjean⭑

E, 34.9k words

This fic is so so sooo good. I usually stray away from like shifter, werewolf type fics, but this one handles the trope so so so well. I love the kyouhaba dynamic and this fic exemplifies it without making it too cliche. The premise of the fic is Kyoutani is a dog shifter and Yahaba is a police officer. I really had a great time reading this and I definitely think that you should check it out ahhah.

Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl

T, 61.1k words, cw: HOMOPHOBIA LIKE BAD (not violent but very internalized and prevalent) 

Yahaba and his self-acceptance journey,,,,ughhhh im crying. This fic is vvvery emotional and filled with angsty self-hatred that makes me :(((. but BUT its worth it because watching him grow :’) and find love in Kyoutani. it’s very warm and happy at the end. If you want a CLASSIC coming of age set in high school and very gay so <33 pls check it out. The plot and writing are really well done and it is a work of art srsly.

[misscampacyn]

Warrior: Chapter 3

“Warrior”

Character Name: Lura (She/Her)

Chapter 3: <previous

Cara looks over at Din and tells him to join Fett, she and Fennec would shoot out the gunners.

Din walked back to Slave I and looked over the ridge following his sister’s every move.

“She’s a patient one,” points out Boba.

Din nods.

“I’d have killed him if it weren’t for you stopping me,” admits Boba.

“We needed him,” says Din.

“For now,” says Boba.

“Lura knows how to defend herself. She is the best fighter I know,” says Din.

They both look on as Lura fights off the Shydopp pirates.  

“It is strange seeing her out of her armor,” says Din.

Boba stared at Lura fighting figure. She was exactly what he imagined a Mandalorian warrior looked like when his father told him stories all those years ago.

“You like her,” comments Din.

“Never met a female Mandalorian.” says Boba.

“A warrior,” corrects Din.

Meanwhile Lura had fought off the last pirate but was devastated to see more approaching. Without a weapon she stood straight and readied her fist to fight off more pirates. But before they approached, TIE fighters exited the refinery and opened fire at the pirates. Lura with groan sat next to Mayfeld.

“Never thought I'd be happy to see stormtroopers,” says Mayfeld saluting a couple.

Once they got dismissed from the cargo shipment bay, they walked to the terminal located in the mess hall.  

“Okay I'll get the coordinates, I'll be back,” says Mayfeld walking into the area but pauses after seeing a familiar face. So, he returns to Lura, “Shit I can’t that Valin Hess,” says Mayfeld.

“Who?” asks Lura confused, looking over his shoulder.

“Valin Hess, my ex-commander,” says Mayfeld.

“Will he recognize you?” asks Lura.

“Probably look we’ll find another way. Come on, let’s go,” says Mayfeld starting to walk away.

Lura stops him and pulls him back, “We can’t” says Lura.

“That was the only way,” says Mayfeld.

“Give me the data stick,” says Lura reaching her hand out.

“It needs to scan your face, let’s go,” says Mayfeld.

Mayfeld hands her the stick, she swiftly turns and walks to the machine and with her helmet on and allows the machine to scan it. The machine blared ERROR and in a rapid motion Lura removed the stormtrooper helmet, exposing her bare face. Her neatly braided brown hair is wrapped twice around her head, her nervous deep brown eyes scan the buttons she presses to collect the coordinates.  Once she is finished, she collects the data stick and turns to walk back to Mayfeld. But Valin Hess stops her, she freezes the helmet she clutched in her hand.

“Trooper, pay attention when your superior addresses you,” snaps Hess.

Lura turns and looks at the man.

“What is your designation?” he asks.

Lura had no idea what to say. She was exposed, this stranger was staring at her bare face. “Transport crew,” she answers.

Hess frowns, “what?”

“My designation is transport co-pilot,” says Lura more confidently.  

“No what your TK number?” says Hess.

Lura stalled, “My TK number is...”

Mayfeld saw the interaction and rushed to rescue the Mandalorian.

“This is my commanding officer TK593, sir,” says Mayfield “I’m imperial combat assault transport lieutenant TK 111 sir. I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up to her vessel lost pressure in Taanab,” he continues.

Understanding Hess raises his voice and sounds out, “What Is Your Name Officer?”

Lura raises her eyebrows acting confused. Mayfeld notices her cue to add another lie

“We call her brown eyes, sir,” says Mayfeld.  

Mayfeld starts to lead Lura out the mess hall, but Hess stops them, Inviting them both to a drink. Mayfeld had tried to play it cool, but he needed to get things off his chest. He brings up Burnnn Konn and how many died without cause. Lura held her breath and shook her head trying to get Mayfeld to stop talking. But once Mayfeld sees the recognition come across Hess's face, Mayfeld shoots Hess straight in the forehead. Lura pauses and collects a blaster sitting on the table. Mayfield collects Lura’s helmet and hands it to her.

“You did what you had to do. I didn’t see your face,” he says sternly.

Lura collects the helmet and slips it over her head. She moved over the window kicking it open and slipped through after Mayfeld. Both walked on the ledge trying to reach the ladder to the roof.  

Cara and Fennec did what they were there to do. They cleared off the gunners in the roof top. While Boba and Din approached the pair. Once Mayfeld and Lura were in Slave I. Mayfeld asked Din to hand him the rifle. He shot at the rhydonium causing a big explosion. Din and Lura looked at Mayfeld who shrugged, “we got to sleep at night.”

Din shut the hatch and Boba lands back on the ridge to wait for Fennec and Cara. Din hands Lura her armor, but Lura does not reach for it.  

Noticing her hesitation, “Are you alright?” asks Boba.

Lura says noting but collects the armor from Din’s hand and leaves to Boba’s room to replace her armor. Once finished she walked out to sit in the cargo hold but Din stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“What happened in there? Did Mayfeld do something? Are you hurt?” asks Din.

Lura pulls her arm away from Din’s grasp and walks back in Boba’s room. Din nervously paces the cargo hold wanting to know what happened and why Lura was acting unusually. Once Lura had calmed down, she walks out in her copper painted Beskar and ignores her brother and Boba. Mayfeld sees Lura and walks out of the ship to meet Cara and Fennec who just arrived. Din follows closely behind his sister.

“It’s nice to see you in your armor,” Mayfeld comments.

Lura nods at Mayfeld having found a new respect for the ex-Imp. Lura looks at Cara, “It’s a shame Mayfled didn’t make it in that explosion,” she says off handedly.

Mayfeld frowns at her words, but Cara knows exactly what is happening.  

“Shame,” says Cara.

Mayfeld finally understood, “Wait you’re letting me go? Seriously?” he asks.

Cara and Lura say nothing as he starts to walk away. Once he is gone all four enter Slave I and sit in the cargo hold.  Although Lura ignored him before Din is still concerned with the difference in her body language. He observes as she fumbles with her bracers.  

“Lura can I... can I speak with you?” asks Din.

Lura looks at her brother saying nothing she stands and follows Din to the cockpit where Boba sits piloting the ship. Confused Lura asks, “Din what do you want?”

Boba places the ship on autopilot and turns his seat to look at the siblings. Din looks at Boba hoping his presence will make you talk.

“What happened in the refinery?” asks Din again.

“I got the coordinates to the light cruiser,” says Lura.

“Were you injured?” asks Boba.

“No” says Lura.

“tell me what happened what took you two so long? Did Mayfeld do something?” asks Din.

“I did what I had to do to get the kid back,” says Lura.

“And what’s that little warrior?” asks Boba.

Lura sighs defeated; she couldn’t keep secrets from Din. He was too good at reading her, since she was a child. She grabs her helmet and takes it off. Both Din and Boba close their eyes beneath their helmet.

“Lura what are you doing?” asks Din.

“I took the helmet off in front of stormtroopers, I’m not... I’m not a Mandalorian anymore,” she says.  

“Cyar’ika, you will always be a Mandalorian,” comforts Boba.

Lura nervously waited for Din’s response, she remembered his reaction to Bo Katan and Koska taking off their helmets.

“Din, please,” she begs. Tears now flowing down her face. She hadn’t cried in years since her father had died. Boba shifted at the sound of her broken voice, but Din did not move. “Just look at me, I've already broken the creed,” she reasons.

Boba opens his eyes and feels his heart shatter at looking at Lura’s tear-stained face. When Din finally opens his eyes and looks at his sister, he steps closer to her. “Don’t cry Lura, it will be alright,” says Din. He approaches his sister and gently places his helmeted forehead on to hers, a Keldabe Kiss. Lura sniffles and reaches her hand up to wipe her eyes, Din grabs her hand and holds it gently.

“You will always be a Mandalorian to me, you were the first person to talk to me after my parents died. You are the reason I take such pride in being a Mandalorian. You will always be my sister and if you decide never to put that helmet on you will still be one of the greatest Mandalorian warriors,” conforts Din.

Lura smiles and more tears fall from her eyes at her brother’s words. “The moment my father walked in with you I knew you were my brother, forever,” she says.

Din in tears behind his black visor clears his throat and squishes her hand gently, reassuring her.

“If anyone tells you you’re not a Mandalorian. I’ll make them wish they were never born,” says Boba.

Lura looks over her brother’s shoulder and smiles at Boba. “Thank you, both of you. I was afraid of what you would think. Since I was born, I've been a Mandalorian.” she says.

Din turns to look at Boba, who steps closer to Lura and places his gloved hand on her cheek and wipes some tears away. Din decides to step out of the cockpit leaving the pair alone.

Boba places his other hand on her other cheek and wipes the tears. His hands are now framing his face.  

“You’re strong,” says Boba.

“Please take your helmet off,” begs Lura.

Once he removed his helmet, Lura places one hand on his cheek and swipes her thumb over his lips, Boba smiles and kisses her thumb. Lura smiles and chuckles.  

“I saw you fight those pirates,” says Boba.

Lura nods.

“You’re a Mandalorian, you fought like one,” says Boba.

“You say you aren’t a Mandalorian but fight like one too,” says Lura.  

Boba smiles at her words and is about to say something, but before he could say anything the monitor beeped signaling, they were exiting hyperspace. And they have located a Lambda class imperial shuttle.

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[callmeagardengnome]

✉︎ lesson plans ✉︎ | JEONG YUNHO

pairings ᝰ professor!yunho x teaching assistant! fem! reader

genre ᝰ college/teacher au, romance, SLOWW BURNNN

synopsis ᝰ yunho has been a professor for a decade, known to be strict towards his students. but when you got assigned to him, his professional world is turned upside down, making him break the rules that he set for himself.. maybe he’s getting more attached to you than he thought.

w.c ᝰ 8.7k

c.w ᝰ reader is in her early 20s and yunho is in his 30s, no smut but theres a detailed kissing scene so read at your own discretion

author’s note: idk why but yunho gives me history teacher vibez so don’t question my choices 😭 also make sure to repost!!

not proofread!

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yunho settled into his usual spot at the desk in his lecture hall, dropping the stack of papers and files to the side. he was early, as always, and he was savouring the peaceful silence before his first class began.

yunho enjoyed his mornings alone. they were quiet, calm, and with the gentle sounds of rain hitting the window, it just tied everything together.

so imagine the shock on his face when he saw you enter.

at first, he thought you were just a random student that was ridiculously early for an 8 a.m. class. but then, he realised that you were way too happy to be a college student.

yunho’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you: two cups of coffee in hand, one iced, one hot, and you also had a lanyard hanging around your neck.

you weren’t a student, you were a staff - and you were heading towards him instead of the rows of empty seats across the room.

“good morning!” you chirped, your voice more joyful than anything he’s ever heard in his years working at the college. “professor jeong, right? i’m your new teaching assistant.”

yunho blinked, your words catching him off guard. “teaching assistant?” he repeated in disbelief.

“mhm,” you replied, still smiling widely. “i’m ‘____’, the dean assigned me to you. i’m here to help you with whatever you need.”

yunho stared at you in confusion. hongjoong didn’t mention anything about this to him - and yunho knew that hongjoong didn’t easily forget things, especially when it involved a seasoned teacher like himself.

“i brought you coffee,” you said, holding out the cups in your hand. “the dean told me what you liked, but i wasn’t sure if you wanted it iced or hot.”

yunho stared at the cups, hesitating. “you don’t need to do that,” he sighed, accepting the hot coffee anyway.

“i know,” you shrugged, taking a sip from the iced drink. “but i want to make a good impression.”

yunho chugged the coffee, ignoring the way it burned his tongue. this was definitely going to change things. he wasn’t used to working with others - and certainly not with someone so… cheery.

this was not how he imagined the semester starting.

he tossed the cup into the bin under his table before picking up his papers. “let’s see how this works out. the students will arrive soon.”

you nodded eagerly, stepping back to give him space but staying close enough to observe him.

you graduated college early, earning your degree in education. you wanted to become a teacher, but before you could lead a classroom of your own, you needed experience - which is how you ended up here, assigned to the famously strict professor jeong.

the students began to walk in, their whispers filling the hall as they glanced in your direction. you offered a polite smile to those you made eye contact with, trying to calm both their nerves and yours. you had heard stories about yunho’s ‘no-nonsense’ approach to teaching, and now, you were about to witness it first hand.

once the room was nearly full, he cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the students.

“morning,” yunho began, his deep voice echoing through the hall. “before we start today’s lecture, meet miss ‘____’, our new teaching assistant.”

you stepped forward, giving a small wave. “hi everyone,” you greeted, trying to sound confident. “i’m here to assist professor jeong. if any of you have questions or need help, feel free to come to me-“

“-during office hours,” yunho emphasised, interrupting you. “treat her with the same respect you would show me.”

his words made a few students sit up straighter. you couldn’t help but feel impressed with how he managed the class. it was clear that many students respected him, and yunho knew that.

but as the lecture progressed, something.. unusual happened. normally, he would be the only one speaking in the hall. however, an unfamiliar voice spoke up, stopping yunho’s lecture.

“excuse me,” a student hesitantly raised their hand, catching the attention of both you and yunho.

he paused - this has never happened before.

“uh- miss ‘____’, could you clarify what professor jeong meant by that last point…?”

without thinking, you smiled and responded, “he’s referring to the impact that the treaty of versailles had. it actually led to-“

“-that’s enough,” yunho’s voice cutting your explanation short like a knife.

rule number one: only allow questions during office hours.

yunho had rules that he set for himself, one that he followed to a tee. he didn’t like it when people disrespected or judged his rules, he saw that behaviour as was ‘uncivilised’ and ‘caveman-like’. and yet, the student completely ignored this, addressing the question to you instead of their own professor.

you felt your heart beating rapidly as he glared at you, his eyes darkening with irritation. “class,” he continued, turning to his students with a face filled with frustration. “i’m the one teaching. if you have questions, direct them to me during office hours instead of disrupting the lecture.”

the room fell silent in a way you didn’t think was possible. yunho’s stern gaze swept across the room, ensuring that his point was made. when no one dared to challenge him, he returned back to his lecture as if nothing happened.

you tried to fade into the background, mentally kicking yourself for overstepping. you decided to keep your head down for the rest of the lecture, trying to focus on what he was teaching. the last thing you wanted was for yunho to be even more angry at you. so you waited patiently, glancing at the clock every few minutes to see when class would end.

when it finally did, the students quickly gathered their things and dashed out of the room as yunho stayed behind at his desk, organising his notes.

“miss ‘____’,” yunho spoke up. “a word.”

you took in a deep breath before walking over to his desk, your words falling out of your mouth. “professor jeong, i’m so sorry about earlier-”

“-you’re here to assist me, not take over my lecture,” yunho responded, keeping his eyes on the papers. “there’s a reason why i ask students to save questions for office hours. it keeps the class on track and ensures that everyone receives the same information.”

“i understand,” you said quickly. “it won’t happen again.”

yunho sighed, picking up his bag. he didn’t say anything else. he simply walked out of the hall, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“hongjoong better have a good explanation for this,” he muttered under his breath.

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“what do you mean, ‘i need help’?” yunho scoffed, arms crossed as he sat in the dean’s office.

hongjoong leaned back in his chair. “yunho, your classes may have the highest grades, but they also have the highest dropout rate.”

“so? i have standards,” yunho shot back, feeling defensive. “my classes are not for the weak.”

“it’s the first day and four students already requested to drop your class,” hongjoong replied, sighing as he fidgeted with a pen. “you’re a brilliant man, yunho. but sometimes encouragement works better than a plain lecture. maybe your TA can help with that.”

rule number two: always be self-sufficient. never accept help from anyone, for anything.

“i work alone,” yunho retorted, his pride irked by the suggestion. “i have a system that works fine- you said it yourself, my students get good grades.”

hongjoong leaned forward, looming over yunho slightly as his voice became more serious. “this isn’t about you. this is about the students and teaching them. you’re not supposed to drain their love for the course because of your ego.”

hongjoong sighed, sitting back down on his chair. “‘____’ has a degree. she likes teaching and loves history as much as you do. all she needs is experience- which i hope she can get as long as you give her a chance.”

yunho remained silent, his jaw clenched as he processed hongjoong’s words. he wasn’t used to being criticised, especially on his teaching methods. though, deep down, he knew that there was some truths to what hongjoong was saying.

but admitting that was another thing.

“look,” hongjoong continued. “see what she brings to the table. if it doesn’t work out, we’ll assign her to someone else.”

yunho let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. as much as he didn’t want someone invading his space, he knew better than to argue with his boss. “fine,” he said through his teeth.

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the next day, you arrived at the lecture hall early. yunho was there, as you expected, and he was seated at his desk with his usual stack of papers.

“good morning, professor jeong,” you greeted him with a smile, placing a cup of hot coffee on his desk.

you noticed that his posture stiffened slightly before relaxing once he saw that you weren’t a student. “morning,” he said, clearing his throat as he drank the cup of coffee you got for him.

you took a seat near him, watching as he continued to shuffle through his papers, completely focused on his work. the sounds of paper crinkling and pen scribbling filled the room as you tried to gather your thoughts.

you knew that yunho was a phenomenal teacher, but when you talked to his students, they didn’t have the same opinion. initially, it shocked you - but after you sat in on his classes, you could see why.

sure, his lectures were informative, but they were also robotic. his classes felt more like a chore than something to look forward to.

both you and hongjoong wanted to change that, to make students more excited to attend his lectures. so, you decided to go for it, bracing yourself for any reaction he might have.

“professor jeong,” you spoke up, making him pause, his pen hovering over the paper.

“i’ve been thinking about ways to make the lectures more.. engaging for students,” you said slowly, trying to read his thoughts.

he scoffed, returning back to what he was doing before. “my lectures are fine.”

“they are,” you shifted closer to him. “but many students aren’t.. motivated to go for them. if we introduced group discussions or case studies.. they might be more interested in the class.”

yunho’s looked at you, his gaze sharp as the room growing quieter as you waited for his response. finally, he set his pen down and crossed his arms. “you think it’s helpful?”

you took a deep breath as you nodded. “it would make students more involved.”

yunho’s glare remained on you, and you could see the cogs turning in his head. he was skeptical, but at least he was listening to your words.

“we can start small,” you added on quickly, sensing his hesitation.

he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. he turned back to his desk, gathering the notes and stationary scattered across the table. “one lecture,” he agreed reluctantly. “but if it doesn’t go well, we drop it immediately. understood?”

in the next class, you could see students warming up to the discussions - with some that were usually asleep becoming more awake to contribute to the conversation. to your relief, they were more engaged, asking questions and even debating amongst themselves.

yunho, however, reacted rather.. weirdly. his eyes darted around the room and his foot began to tap against the floor repeatedly during discussion time. you could tell that he was uncomfortable with the change, even if the students were enjoyed it.

after the lecture ended, the students were still excitedly chatting about the lecture, sharing notes as they walked out. you stayed behind, packing your things when yunho finally spoke.

“the students were more.. lively today,” he said stiffly.

you nodded, trying to gauge his reaction. “yeah, i think the discussion helped them understand the material..”

yunho’s eyes narrowed slightly. “let’s see how long it lasts,” he muttered, clearly not pleased by the outcome.

days passed, and you made it a point to arrive early each morning with a hot cup of coffee for yunho. it became a small routine between the two of you - something that you hoped made him less upset than he already was.

the students were noticeably more attentive during the lectures, and you could see some students taking down notes with more focus.

but after a week, yunho’s reaction was far from what you expected. instead of feeling pleased with the student’s progress, he was irritated by it. he dismissed the class with a sharp tone as he slumped onto his seat, sighing deeply.

you approached him carefully. “professor jeong, are you okay? the students were very attentive..”

yunho didn’t look up, and you could see his jaw clenching tightly. “they were,” he said, voice low. “more than they’ve ever been before.”

you frowned, confused by his strange reaction. “isn’t that a good thing-“

“-it is,” yunho’s eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you step back. “but it shouldn’t have taken a change in my methods to get them there.”

for years, yunho’s approach had produced many excellent students. but after a while, his approach was seen as more ‘dictator-ish’ and it made students stray away from his classes as a whole.

your methods made yunho frustrated - it was basically an insult to his entire career. the fact that his teaching methods weren’t enough anymore left a weird feeling in his stomach.

“you’re a good professor,” you said, taking a seat next to him. “and your teaching style has worked for many students..”

you took a deep breath, trying to think of how to continue your sentence. “but education is evolving, and so are the ways students learn.”

he sighed, “i’m not changing.”

“you don’t have to, but your students are,” you said. “they need something different, not because your teaching is bad- but because they’re different.”

yunho’s fingers drummed on the desk in an unorganised beat. when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, “we’ll continue with your methods.”

“…really?” you exclaimed, unable to hide the excitement and surprise you felt hearing his words.

“i’ll be open to considering some of your other ideas,” he said, packing up the notes on his desk. “but this is their final year. anything drastic is out of the picture.”

you stood up, jumping with joy. “of course, i understand. we can make small adjustments, nothing crazy.”

yunho pushed his chair back, keeping a firm grip on the files in his hands. “if things go wrong, our students grades are at risk.”

you shook your head, smiling uncontrollably, “don’t worry, i wouldn’t dream of that happening.”

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“so? who’s the hottie in your class?” wooyoung asked as he popped another chip into his mouth with a wide grin.

yunho looked at his fellow professor in disgust, trying to forget that he even asked the question.

at that point, you had been working with yunho for about a month, making tiny improvements to each lecture. because of how new you were, you didn’t know any other staff member, making your interactions limited to yunho and hongjoong.

so now, yunho found himself trapped in an awkward conversation with his other professors during his lunch break, and it was about you of all people.

“yeah.. i was wondering that too,” mingi said, his voice muffled by the mouthful of food he was chewing. “how’d you get a pretty girl to get you coffee every morning?”

“she’s my TA,” yunho sighed heavily, poking his lunch with a fork. “hongjoong assigned her to me because of my dropout rate.”

“i would say ‘that’s tough’, but i’m actually jealous,” wooyoung chuckled before he took a large chug from his soda. “he’s basically giving you a girlfriend.”

“knock it off, she’s young enough to be a student,” yunho warned, pointing the fork at his two friends.

mingi swallowed a large bite in his mouth, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “so she’s in her twenties, right? that’s not far from us.”

“exactly, we’re not ancient like you, yunho.” wooyoung added.

yunho rolled his eyes, brushing off the ‘you’re old’ comment from wooyoung. “she’s here to do a job, not date.”

mingi raised an eyebrow. “i thought you were looking for someone?”

“someone that doesn’t work in my workplace,” yunho snapped before finally taking a bite out of his food.

“aren’t you at the very least interested?” wooyoung pressed with a hint of teasing in his voice. yunho shot him an immediate glare, the grip on his fork tightening ever so slightly.

“come on,” wooyoung continued, unbothered by yunho’s reaction. “she’s smart, she’s pretty and she’s friendly. i always see your students always hanging around her.”

yunho paused. “what do you mean, ‘hanging around her’?”

“oh yeahh i saw that,” mingi added with a nod. “they were all approaching her with notes and stuff.. they seem to like her- especially the guy students.”

“they’re just asking questions, even though it isn’t office hours yet,” yunho grumbled out the last part of his sentence.

“maybe,” wooyoung shrugged with a smirk. “but i’ve seen the way they look at her. can’t blame them though- hell, i might shoot my shot.”

yunho set his fork back down on the table, no longer interested in his food. how were you already more likeable than him?

in your one month working here, you already caught the attention of his friends and students alike. the thought of his own students paying more attention to you than his lectures worried him, greatly.

he spent years, many years, building a reputation of a strict but effective professor. and now, it felt like all the control he had was slipping away, one lecture at a time.

“dude- don’t you have a girlfriend?” mingi turned to wooyoung in concern.

“we’re on our tenth break up right now,” wooyoung snorted. “it’s barely a relationship.”

wooyoung reached for another chip. “but this isn’t about me,” he continued as he chewed. “it’s about the fossil over there who needs to get laid.”

yunho shot wooyoung a sharp look. “don’t joke about things like that,” he said. “she’s my TA.. that my students like more for some reason.”

mingi and wooyoung exchanged glances, realising that they may have hit a nerve. “sorry about that, we’re just messing with you..” wooyoung cleared his throat.

“but seriously yunho, you might be overthinking this,” mingi said as he shifted in his chair. “she’s new, and people are curious. it’s natural that they’re more interested in her.”

“interested?” yunho repeated, sounding more frustrated. “i’ve been teaching these kids for months, and suddenly they’re more interested in what she has to say?”

“it makes sense,” wooyoung shrugged as he dug through the potato chip bag for crumbs. “don’t get me wrong, you’re a great professor- but maybe they want something new.”

yunho sighed, twirling the plastic fork in his hand. “i’ve spent years perfecting my lectures, they don’t need anything else.”

“you know how students are- they’re always looking for the next shiny thing. but i’m sure they still respect you,” mingi said, wiping his hands on his pants.

wooyoung nodded, crumpling the empty chip bag. “she’s bringing more attention to your classes- for free. you’re getting more benefits than she is.”

yunho stayed silent. the idea of his students being more intrigued by someone younger and less experienced ate him alive. it wasn’t just about the lectures anymore, it was about his pride.

mingi leaned forward, his face more serious than before. “you’re still the one in charge, yunho. she’s just helping out. and so far, you’re students are doing better right?”

yunho sighed, picking up his fork again. “they are,” he nodded reluctantly. “but i feel like it’s because of her instead of anything i’ve ever done.”

“maybe it’s both,” wooyoung reassured him with a pat on the back. “she’s good at what she does and so are you.“

mingi stood up, picking up the trash that was left on the table. “you guys work well together. just accept it.”

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another month went by and the lectures yunho held felt more lively than usual. he simply watched the discussions from the sidelines, not participating in them, feeling uncomfortable yet satisfied with the change.

he wouldn’t consider you as a ‘friend’, but he had to admit that your presence was welcoming - especially with all the coffees that you bought for him.

yunho’s last lecture wrapped up later than usual. he was supposed to carpool with mingi and wooyoung, but they left after their classes ended hours ago, assuming that he had other ways to get home. so now, he stood outside the eerily quiet college building, trying to find an uber.

when he looked around, he saw you, walking briskly towards the motorcycle rack nearby. your helmet dangled freely from your hand and your face was still energised despite it being a long day.

you noticed him standing alone, and you made your way over to him, your face lighting up with a smile. “waiting for someone?” you asked as you fastened your helmet.

yunho pocketed his phone, sighing. “was supposed to carpool with my friends but they left. i’m calling for an uber.”

you nodded slowly, looking around at the building. you tilted your head towards your motorcycle. “i can give you a ride, you know?”

yunho blinked. he eyed the bike that was parked a few metres away from you.

rule number three: never get involved with anyone at your workplace.

“that’s.. not necessary.”

you shrugged. “i’ve got an extra helmet. it’s not a problem, really.”

yunho hesitated - he wasn’t sure he felt about going with you, let alone riding a motorcycle. he’s never done it before, but then again, when would he ever?

“alright,” yunho eventually gave in, nodding. “but only because i don’t feel like waiting for an uber.”

you grinned, walking him to your bike. “you’re going to love it.”

yunho clung awkwardly to the back of the motorcycle, his hands gripping the edge of the seats as you rode through the streets. the cool breeze rushed against his face, a feeling that he’s never experienced before.

he didn’t know how to feel about being this close to you, but there was something about the moment that felt oddly.. right.

while yunho was locked on maintaining a professional distance with you, he also had to acknowledge how patient you were with him.

from week one, you didn’t falter when he scolded you or when he seemed dismissive of your ideas. most people would have been upset, or even offended by his attitude - but you only took his critiques with a smile, eager to learn and eager to help.

he wasn’t used to that.

it didn’t make sense how someone like you could exist. how can you, knowing his personality, make an effort to get him coffee day after day, and willingly sit in on his classes lecture after lecture? he never asked for any of this, but he certainly wouldn’t ask you to stop.

you slowed as you reached a stoplight, glancing over your shoulder briefly. “doing alright back there, professor?”

yunho coughed, startled as your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “yeah, i’m fine,” he replied, his voice rougher than usual.

“mind if we stop by a gas station? i need to fill up my bike,” you asked.

“go ahead.”

after a few minutes, you pulled into a gas station, parking the bike by the pump.

you hopped off first, smoothly removing your helmet as you shook your hair. yunho remained seated, not fully trusting himself to get off the bike yet.

as you began to fill up the tank, yunho’s mind was running in circles. you had every right to be angry at him, to ignore him, to complain about his behaviour and yet - you still decided to treat him with kindness. why?

“i’m going to grab a drink,” you said as you pointed towards the convenience store. “you want anything?”

yunho shook his head, not wanting to burden you. you finally finished topping up the gas and made your way over to the store, allowing yunho to let out a small sigh. this was all so new to him. not just the motorcycle, but the way you handled everything with grace, including him.

a few minutes later, you returned, holding a small bag of potato chips and a drink. “sorry for the wait,” you said, smiling as you handed him the chips. “here, i got you these- they’re my favourite.”

yunho blinked at the gesture, looking down at the bag of chips you handed him. to his surprise, they were one of his favourites too. he hadn’t had them in a long time and he was way too busy to get them, but seeing them now felt somewhat nostalgic.

“you didn’t have too..” he said softly.

“i wanted to,” you replied with a grin. “i figured you’d be hungry after a long day.”

yunho opened the bag, reaching in and chewed on the chips slowly, savouring the familiar taste. it was something he never realised he missed, and there you were, sipping on your drink, oblivious to the impact your actions had on him.

“thanks,” yunho said as he glanced down at the snack.

“no problem,” you said, wiping your hands on your pants before hopping back onto your bike. “ready to go?”

yunho nodded, and this time, he held on a little less awkwardly. instead of keeping his eyes on the street, he found himself staring at you, unable to look away.

little did he know, that wouldn’t be the last time.

when you pulled up in front of his building, yunho reluctantly let go of the seat, feeling somewhat strange. you pulled back your visor and smiled at him.

“thanks for the ride,” yunho said as he stood next to the bike. “and the snack.”

“no problem at all,” you said with a wink. “see you on monday, professor jeong!” and with that, you sped off into the night, leaving yunho alone, watching you disappear down the street.

as yunho entered his apartment, he couldn’t help but think that things were about to change a lot more than he realised.

and he didn’t mind it as much as he thought.

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monday morning arrived sooner than he expected. the lecture hall was filling up with students, their voices and footsteps bouncing of the walls. but something was off.

you’ve never been late.

yunho tapped his pen against the stack of papers in front of him, trying to focus on the lesson plan, but his mind kept wandering back to your lack of presence. where were you?

he didn’t know why it bothered him so much. after all, you were an adult - independent and responsible. you didn’t need to be early every single day, but still, it left a weird feeling in his stomach.

when the lecture hall was nearly full, the door creaked open. yunho looked up, relief washing over him once he saw that you were okay - but then he realised who you were with.

you walked in, laughing, with wooyoung to your side, who was just as amused by whatever you two were talking about. the sight of wooyoung standing so close to you with that cocky grin on his face made yunho’s chest tighten.

you hurried over to yunho’s desk, handing him his usual coffee. “sorry i’m late, professor,” you said, still laughing from your conversation with wooyoung. “i just met professor jung at the coffee shop, we ended up talking longer than we thought.”

wooyoung leaned casually against the wall, raising an eyebrow. “hey, yunho. we were having such a great time that i decided to walk her here.”

yunho forced a smile, accepting the coffee from you. “i see,” he replied, turning to you. “thank you for the coffee.”

you shook your head. “you should be thanking him,” you said as you pointed at wooyoung. “he paid for both of our drinks.”

“that’s..” yunho’s eyes shifted to the other professor, who seemed to be enjoying the interaction a little too much. “that’s very generous, wooyoung.”

wooyoung shrugged. “what can i say, i’m a nice guy,” he winked at you, making yunho fight the urge to roll his eyes.

yunho placed his coffee cup on his desk, shifting his items so that you could organise yours. “you know,” he began, trying to sound casual. “if you like getting coffee in the morning, we can go together. that way, you wouldn’t have to go alone.”

wooyoung’s eyes widened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. he said nothing, but yunho knew that he was holding in a teasing remark.

you, however, looked pleasantly surprised. “oh- that’s really sweet,” you said with a smile on your face. “i’d like that, i didn’t realise how fun it was to talk to someone in the morning.”

yunho nodded. “yes, and it’d also be more convenient for the both of us.”

“convenient?” wooyoung raised an eyebrow, trying to hold in a laugh. “you’re just full of surprises, professor jeong.”

yunho glared at him, but before he could say anything, he noticed that most of his students were settling down, signalling the start of class.

“i guess i should go,” wooyoung said before leaning closer to yunho, whispering into his ear. “have fun on your coffee date.”

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mornings now started with you and yunho meeting at the campus cafe before heading to class together. at first, it felt odd - after all, he was technically your boss. but as the days passed, you found yourself looking forward to the moments you shared while waiting for your coffee.

you smiled to yourself as you stood next to yunho, the scent of coffee wafting in the air. you genuinely liked his company - he was always listening to you, focused on what you had to say, no matter how small it was.

“so, have you finished grading last week’s paper?” you asked, glancing at him as you waited for your order.

yunho shook his head. “almost. some of the essays were good, but a few of them were..” he trailed off, letting out a sigh. “not up to standard.”

you laughed softly. “maybe i can help you get through the rest. i’ve been getting better at grading, right?”

he turned to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “you’ve been doing well,” he said. “but you’re a little generous with marks.”

the barista called out your order, and you instinctively reached for your bag, ready to pay - but yunho beat you to it, handing over his card before you could say anything.

“hey,” you raised an eyebrow. “i was supposed to pay this time.”

“not today,” he replied, tapping his card on the card reader, waiting for it to process.

you crossed your arms as you leaned against the counter. “you don’t have to keep paying every morning.”

“it’s only fair, you used to pay for most of my drinks,” yunho glanced at you, holding out your coffee cup. “and you’re assigned to me. just consider it a part of my duties.”

“mhm, sure,” you muttered as you took a sip from your drink. “but i’m paying next time.”

much to yunho’s embarrassment, wooyoung or mingi would ‘accidentally’ bump into the two of you during some of your coffee runs. they would usually just tag along for the free coffee, but not without making fun of you and yunho’s ‘coffee dates’.

the both of you brushed off their comments, though, you could see yunho’s subtle discomfort whenever they dropped the word ‘date’ - and it didn’t help that wooyoung always had a grin on his face whenever he showed up at the cafe.

one morning, you and yunho were on your usual coffee run when wooyoung strolled in, a big smile on his face.

“it’s my favourite power couple,” he teased as he slid next to you at the counter. “don’t mind if i join.”

yunho sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “you need to stop taking the coffees that i pay for.”

“but i want to hang out with you guys,” wooyoung grinned, ignoring what yunho said. wooyoung then leaned into the professor, whispering loud enough for yunho to hear.

“and i also can’t help but notice that you’ve been glowing nowadays. is it the coffee or the company?”

yunho scoffed, rolling his eyes as he collected the cups of coffee on the counter.

rule number four: never go for someone out of your league.

there was a significant gap between the two of you. not just in age, but in life experience.

you were in your twenties, full of energy and still figuring things out. meanwhile, yunho was well into his thirties, in a career he’d basically dedicated his life to.

you had so much life ahead of you, and yunho couldn’t be the one to hold you back.

he was constantly thinking about this, even though you didn’t seem to care. you never once treated him differently because of his age - you talked to him normally, laughing at his lame, dry jokes and sometimes, you leaned in a little closer than one would when you asked him questions about a paper.

while he knew he shouldn’t let it get to him, every glance and moment between the two of you only reminded him of how easy you were to be around.

was it even professional anymore? yunho was starting to painfully realise of how much he enjoyed your company, in and outside of classes. gosh.. how lonely is he?

“you’ve got really good handwriting,” you spoke, breaking him out of his thoughts. “it’s neat and precise, i bet your students are glad when they see your comments.”

yunho blinked, remembering where he was. you and yunho were in his office, grading mock papers like you had been for the past few weeks. yunho sat at his desk as you occupied the chair in front of him, glancing over the essays.

“really?” yunho cleared his throat. “most students think i’m too harsh.”

you grinned, leaning forward slightly as you picked up another stack of papers. “that’s because they don’t know how much worse it could be,” you said, your eyes briefly meeting his. “you’re more lenient than they think.”

“can’t have them dropping out, can i?” yunho replied with a sigh. “but you seem to be getting the hang of it.”

you shrugged, picking up your pen as you scanned the paper. “i try, but working with you made me realise how much more i need to work on. you’re really good at this.”

yunho’s grip on his pen loosened as he took in your words. he’s heard countless of praises from his friends, coworkers and even his boss - but hearing it from you felt…different.

“thanks..” he muttered, pretending to focus on the next paper.

to be completely honest, yunho was starting to get distracted by you, noticing the random things you did - how you sat, how you tucked your hair behind your ear whenever you read an essay that was poorly done, and how your fingers tapped the edge of the table after you finished marking a paper.

and how could he forget the most important thing - your smile. yunho hated how he liked it, and how such a simple action made his day ten times better.

you soon realised that he was watching you, but you didn’t say anything, trying to stop yourself from smiling. you may not have known it yet, but you were slowly finding the one and only professor jeong attractive - and not just physically.

for most of your life, you were always the one carrying the conversation, always the one asking questions just so that things wouldn’t be awkward. but with yunho? he actually made an effort.

every morning, he’d ask about your day, how the other professors have been treating you and what movies you’ve been watching recently. and when you talked, he listened - really listened.

“how’s your bike? didn’t you pop a tire recently?” yunho asked, flipping through an essay.

you blinked, caught off guard. “oh- you remembered that?”

yunho twirled the pen in his fingers, looking slightly confused. “of course, you were stressed about it.”

“i was,” you chuckled softly, shifting in your seat. “but i’m getting it fixed now. thanks for asking.”

yunho nodded, his attention returning to the paper in front of him. as the evening went on, the two of you continued to mark papers, the office filled with the sounds of writing and the occasional talk about a student’s essay. it wasn’t until you glanced out of the window that you realised how late it got.

“oh shoot- it’s already dark,” you muttered, gathering your things. “i should probably head out.”

“do you need a ride?” yunho asked as he looked at the clock. “your bike is in the shop, right? you shouldn’t be going home alone at this time.”

you hesitated for a moment. your bike had been stuck in the repair shop for longer than you’d like, and you had gotten used to going home by yourself. but the thought of taking the bus home alone this late made yunho’s offer pretty appealing.

“actually- that would be really helpful,” you said, giving him a grateful smile. “thanks.”

the ride home started like any other - with you settling into the plush seats and yunho giving you free reign of the music. he glanced over at you, looking at how you watched the streets pass by.

“how long has your bike been repairing?” yunho asked as he pulled up to a red light.

you sighed heavily, running your fingers through your hair. “for about a week. i don’t know what’s taking them so long.”

“you’ve been taking the bus for a week?” yunho looked at you with wide eyes. “you should have asked me for help..”

“i didn’t want to wait for your office hours,” you smirked, tilting your head. “plus, taking the bus isn’t bad, it’s just less convenient than having my own bike.”

“you know what i meant,” yunho gave you a look before flicking the turn signal. “next time, don’t be shy to ask for help. my door is always open for you.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach when you heard the words ‘for you’, choosing to focus on the music playing instead of being delusional.

“good to know..” you mumbled as you started to pick at the fabric of your pants.

as the car drove to the front of your building, you took a deep breath, glad to be home. yunho parked the car, passing you your bag from the back seat.

“good night, professor jeong,” you said with a warm smile as you stepped out of the car. “thanks for driving me back.”

“no problem,” he replied, though, his face looked like he wanted to say more. he paused, giving you a final wave before finally saying, “call me yunho.”

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“alright, is everyone here?” hongjoong asked as he looked around the room, clipboard in hand.

it had been almost a year since you’ve joined, and in that time, you’ve become somewhat of a staff favourite, with everyone wanting to include you in everything - from staff hangouts to work dinners.

and now, you’ve been involved in important staff meetings such as the one you were waiting for. yunho entered the room, sitting down next to you as he flipped through his notebook.

“there’s a big event coming up,” hongjoong began once he saw that everyone had settled down. “the annual college fundraiser. as always, your presence is encouraged. this is a great opportunity to bring students and faculty together while supporting a cause.”

there were a few groans from around the room, and you noticed yunho sighing quietly beside you. he leaned over, his voice low so only you could hear, “i don’t see the point of these events. they never change anything.”

you looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “you don’t want to go?”

yunho shook his head. “it’s the same thing every year. students show up and we awkwardly talk as if we don’t want to go home. the only thing it does is take up a saturday.”

“i don’t know..” you said, leaning back into the chair. “i think it sounds fun. it’s a nice break from the lectures we’ve been having.”

yunho gave you a glance, a small smile pulling on his lips. “of course you would say that. you’re always so optimistic.”

“and you’re always so negative,” you chuckled softly. “besides, it’s a good cause, i’m sure some students enjoy it. maybe this year is different.”

yunho scoffed. “i’ve been to plenty of these, they’re all the same.”

you looked around the room, seeing how the other professors and staff were talking about the fundraiser, some more excited than others. “well, i’m definitely going,” you said, crossing your arms.

yunho paused, his eyes meeting yours. he really wanted to skip this year’s fundraiser - he’s been attending way too many times, and with the chance of mingi and wooyoung not attending, he would have no one to talk to. but now that you were going, you were seriously making him reconsider his opinion on participating.

“if you’re really want to go,” yunho muttered, turning away. “i guess i’ll give it another shot.”

hongjoong continued to talk about the fundraiser details, but your attention was now focused on yunho, who had shifted closer to you.

maybe the event wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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you rummaged through your closet, trying to find something that was ‘formal’ for the fundraiser, but nothing felt right.

sure, you wanted to look nice for the fundraiser, but you also wanted to feel confident, making you more picky than you usually were. you tossed aside a few dresses that weren’t cutting it, which eventually started to pile up in the corner of your room.

but then, a miracle happened. you pulled out a silk black gown, one that you completely forgot about. the dress was simple, but incredibly flattering - hugging your curves in all the right places. as you slipped into it, you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring how it showed your figure, the neckline highlighting your collarbone.

this could work. you twirled, the fabric waving and shining under the light. it fit perfect.

you decided to pair it with subtle accessories, not wanting to overwhelm the dress. you put on makeup that brought out your eyes and a perfume that made you smell heavenly. once you were ready, you glanced at the clock, rushing out of the house when you realised that the fundraiser was starting soon.

by the time you arrived at the venue, the room was filled with soft classical music. students, professors and staff were spread across the room, everyone dressed in their best. the hall was beautifully decorated, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

you stepped inside, your heels clicking softly against the marble floor as you looked around the room for a familiar face.

and then, you spotted yunho.

he was standing alone near a pillar, looking ridiculously handsome as he wore a black tuxedo that fit him like a glove. his hair was neatly styled, and his usual glasses that sat on his face tied the whole outfit together. for a moment, you couldn’t help but stare. he looked good, really good.

yunho put his phone away, glancing around. when his eyes finally landed on you, his breath got caught in his throat. the dress you wore was stunning, accentuating your figure in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

you looked drop-dead gorgeous, and yunho found himself at a loss of words. he always knew that you were beautiful, but seeing you in that dress made it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

when you approached him, yunho cleared his throat, feeling a little dazed. “you..” he coughed out, his eyes studying you, taking in every detail. “you look incredible.”

you chuckled, feeling your cheeks turning pink as you heard his compliment. “thank you,” you replied, feeling a flutter in your chest as your eyes traced the sharp lines of his tux. “you look handsome yourself.”

the fundraiser carried on. small groups of people talked and laughed by the elegant tables that were draped with white linen. student volunteers went between tables, offering food and drinks to guests.

as the night grew, you mingled with other professors and students, talking about event and other things that happened around campus - with yunho sticking to you the entire time.

of course, he wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so he remained silent for most of the night, but not without sneaking many glances at you.

eventually, the event came to an end. guests started to leave, the sounds of music playing turned into sounds of people gathering their things and heading out.

yunho exhaled deeply, checking his watch. “finally, it’s over,” he said, clearly ready to go home. “we should get moving.”

you shook your head, looking around at the volunteers that were beginning to clean up. “actually, i was thinking of staying to help clean up a bit. they could use an extra hand.”

yunho paused, then frowned slightly. “really..?”

“mhm, it’ll only take a while,” you replied. “you don’t have to stay though. i know you’re tired.”

yunho hesitated, his eyes softening as he looked at you. he let out a short sigh then shrugged. “no, i’ll stay.”

your eyes widened in surprise as you shook your head. “don’t push yourself.. you shouldn’t do something you don’t want to do. you can go home, i won’t be mad.”

“i want to help,” yunho reassured you, picking up a few plates. “and you said that it’ll only take a while. it wouldn’t hurt to help out.”

you blinked a couple of times before moving to help him. “thanks..” you said softly.

together, you helped the volunteers stack chairs and clear tables. it didn’t take long, and soon enough, the large hall was nearly empty, with a few guests and staff left behind.

as you carried the last of the chairs to the side of the room, you noticed a small, secluded garden area just beyond the glass doors of the hall. the moonlight shined gently on the flowers and vines that framed a cozy bench.

you nudged yunho, tilting your head towards the doors. “want to check it out before we leave?”

yunho looked through the doors, just as interested as you. “sure,” he nodded.

the two of you stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapping you as you strolled around the garden. you sat down on the bench, yunho joining you a second later, and the two of you took in the smell of flowers.

it was quiet out here - the gentle sounds of leaves rustling and distant cars driving made it feel like the world slowed down for the two of you.

for a while, neither of you spoke. yunho leaned back, resting his arm along the back of the bench.

“thanks for staying,” you said softly as you turned to look at him. “i know that these events aren’t your thing.”

“it’s wasn’t so bad,” yunho gave a small smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “it got better with you.”

a wide smile spread across your face, a feeling of warmth creeping up from your neck.

yunho’s hand, slowly moved closer to you, his fingers grazing the back of your shoulder. he hesitated for a moment, his eyes shifting to your lips as he debated the thoughts in his head.

“are you okay, professor?” you asked, tilting your head.

rule number five: if you ever encounter a dilemma, run away; never face it.

yunho nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “…i’m alright.”

you turned your body to face him completely. “are you sure?”

yunho took a deep breath, unable to look away from you. “i don’t know if i should tell you,” he said quietly.

“…if it’s bothering you so much, i think you should tell me.”

“i..” yunho ran a hand through his hair. he started to fidget with the sleeves of his tux, trying his best to arrange his words.

“..i like you, a lot. for a while now, actually,” he paused, his gaze moving to the ground. “but i didn’t want to tell you because.. you deserve someone better- someone younger.”

your heart clenched as you heard his words. you placed your hand on his. “you don’t really think that, do you..?”

“why wouldn’t i?” yunho asked, his voice rougher than usual. “i’m a lot older than you, ‘____’. you shouldn’t settle for me- you deserve to live out your twenties and date whoever you want.”

you blinked, leaning closer to him. “but what if i want you?” you asked. “i don’t care about things like that.”

his eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your words. “are.. are you serious?” he stuttered in surprise, the scent of your perfume taking over his senses.

“of course,” you nodded firmly, leaning in a little closer. “i’m very serious,” you reached up and grabbed his tie, gently pulling him towards you. “i want you, and you shouldn’t think otherwise.”

yunho’s eyes stayed on your lips as you closed the distance, the space between the two of you disappearing until your lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

it was careful at first, with the both of you testing the waters. but when he felt your lips respond to his - something snapped.

yunho’s hand slid to the back of your neck with his other hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. his grip on you tightened, his lips becoming rougher as if he had been holding himself back for far too long.

your fingers tangled in his tie, loosening it as the kiss becoming more and more desperate. the world around you began to disappear as you lost yourselves in each other.

“yunho-“ you whimpered as he cupped the side of your face.

yunho’s breath hitched as the sound of his name fell from your lips. his thumb brushed against your cheek, and you felt his body pressing closer, the kiss turning into something hungrier and urgent.

“tell me to stop,” he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with desire but you could hear something else - concern for your comfort.

but stopping was the last thing you wanted.

you shook your head, your hand sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. “i don’t want you to,” you muttered back.

and that was all yunho needed.

in a swift motion, his lips crashed into yours. his hands roamed your body, one slipping down your back as the other remained on your jaw, guiding your head as his lips devoured yours.

your fingers gripped onto his tie tighter as his lips left yours, leaving small kisses down your neck, his warm breath against your skin.

the world around you continued to fade, nothing existing except for the two of you. your heart pounded in your chest, your head dizzy with how quickly things escalated.

you gasped softly, his name leaving your lips again in a whisper as he pressed kisses near your ear, sending chills down your spine.

slowly, he pulled away, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “sorry, i got a little carried away,” yunho admitted quietly, afraid to break the silence that was surrounding you.

you smiled softly, your heart racing. “don’t apologise,” you chucked as you fixed his collar. “i liked it.”

yunho leaned forward, brushing your hair away from your face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. his touch was warm and safe, something that you really needed after all of that.

yunho sat back down, his hand resting against yours. you looked up at him, smirking. “so does this mean you’re stuck with me now?”

yunho chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. “i think you’re stuck with me,” he said before pausing for a moment, his eyes turning more genuine. “but seriously.. i need you to be sure. about me- about this.”

without hesitation, you nodded. “i’m sure, yunho. i don’t want anything else.”

he sighed softly, relief written on his face. “alright,” he smiled, getting up as he reached his hand out. “now let’s get you home before i break any more of my own rules.”

any and all feedback appreciated <3

yunho was picked for this theme!

[indestinatus]

I decided to go along with come a little bit closer because it's the one with a deadline and let me tell you it turned out to be an enemies to lovers story and I'm LIVINGGG

Also these posts will be colored to give me the inspiration to write, thank you so much for those who helped me finally continue with it

should i write something blue? should i write it's not just a game anymore? should i write come a little bit closer? or should i make a tumblr post asking for help as if everyone knew the names of my own fics? please help

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

*makes direct eye contact with you* supernatural. give me your blorbo and poor little meow meow and all the rest ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ /d a;jfasdlkfans;ekfjae either supernatural or ace attorney, or both if you want to

meri i never took you to be cruel /d + j i will do Both bc why not

blorbo: i always really liked bobby's character. not necessarily in a always-thinking-about-him way or anything i just liked his vibes a lot // miles edgeworth my GUY oh he is SO mentally unwell but he has style so scrunkly: *makes direct eye contact back at you* the 1967 chevy impala // i feel i should note that i dont use 'scrunkly' like ever and mostly associate it with some form of chaos. with that said. maya fey and/or trucy wright scrimblo bimblo: garth's funny i like him. also fun fact i forgot his name and 'supernatural werewolf guy' was apparently a perfectly effective search for it // you Have to respect Da Killer's professional methinks glup shitto: ghostfacersssss // legally i can answer this question with professor layton so i will <3 poor little meow meow: great tie between dean and sam winchester but imma say sam bc he Really got that pathetic face down // larry butz, the only str8 character, absolutely TERRIBLE, i support him horse plinko: finally, my chance to properly torment god (chuck) // here's the situation- franiska von karma, me, two whips, we go fuckin ham at each other, eeby deeby: castiel, obviously // dahlia hawthorne burn baby burnnn

[imfemalewarrior]

Hello there, I love your blog! I have a question: I'm recovering from an 8 year old eating disorder, and my self image is kind of in the toilet a lot of the time. A part of me really wants to start exercising again (I used to run competitively for almost a decade) but I don't know how to start. I also have some disabilities that lower my energy significantly, although it fluctuates on a day to day basis. I've started doing crunches every night but I don't think they're doing much for me. I really want to have that feeling of when you wake up the next day and your muscles are real sore. What do you recommend as a sort of workout plan, or what resources do you recommend to make myself a workout plan?

Tl,dr: I'm recovering from an ED and want to start working out again to 1) get strong, 2) get some visible muscle to make me feel good about my appearance, and 3) for that burnnn the day after.

Thank you so much! Your blog is so amazing and you've helped me a ton, and so many other people besides.

So the advice I’m about to give is what has been suggested on other posts covering similar topics in the past. If you have also recovered from an eating disorder and have better advice than what I can give please do share it! Also if I say something insensitive or offensive regarding this please tell me what I said and a better way to talk about it so I can edit the post to be more respectful and inclusive. 

It’s usually advised to do exercise that you did not do as part of your ed, as others have shared this tended to serve as a trigger for them. So it’s a good idea to try out things that you have not done before. I don’t know where you are, but you could explore what fitness classes are offered online (given the ongoing plague) and try them out to see what you enjoy doing and what makes you feel the burn. There are also dance classes being offered online you could explore as well. 

You will also need to make sure you have sources of protein in your dietary habits (lentils, beans, nuts, cheese, yoghurt, beef, poultry, fish) along with fiber and plant based foods to get balanced nutrition in vitamins and minerals. You need to give your body the building blocks to make those muscles, so that means eating protein. 

If you have concerns about the attitude towards women’s fitness, you can reach out to the instructor or organizaiton beforehand and ask about their inclusiveness, and you can just not go back if they don’t listen to you and find somewhere else with a healthier attitude that will help you reach the goals you have. 

Also figuring out some positive affirmations to counteract any negative ones you have is also helpful. You will need to figure out what works for you, but as an example people have given me grief about being muscular so if I catch myself thinking the same way about myself I remind myself something like “no my muscles show that i’m strong and are the reward of hard work” 

I hope this helps! I’m glad this blog has helped you and many others, as that’s why I am running it. 

-FemaleWarrior, She/They 

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Okay so for your LAH celebration im thinking Y/N Ukai with Tsukishima but whose just as salty and a smartass but also plays middle blocker for the girls vbc at Karasuno. I have a thing for Tsukishima, legit have a hoodie with his number, being with someone's whose just as big of a smart ass if not bigger than him because I've been told I'm nothing but salt because I make smartass comments constantly.

Ahhh giving Tsukki a dose of his own medicine 😏 we love that!

You enter the guy wirh your team, preparing to play a match against the Karasuno boys team and against your boyfriend, Tsukishima.

You get in your starting position just as your boyfriend approaches from across the net.

"Try not to panic YN"- Tsukishima, our smug boi

"Panic? Against you? Sorry Tsukki but I already have better vision than you do so I'm not to worries"- you say 🙃

"OH BURNNN"- Tanaka laughs

"You got him good YN"- Noya adds

"I mean we did make it to Nationals YN, how far did you make it? Oh yeah you didnt"- Tsukishima

"Wow good thing I could SEE that insult coming from a mile away"- you joke

Tsukishima smirks 😏 "brat"

"You love me"- you say fluttering your eyes

"Shut up"- Tsukishima says walking away

He really does love you YN 🥰